Bunyan and Babe

Travis.

Travis!

What?

-You just

ruined my game, Whitney.

Travis, mom's looking for you.

I'll be right there, mom.

Are you even packed?

Are you even human?

What other species could I be?

Travis, what are you doing?

Where's your bag?

Grandpa's ready to go.

Hello there, kids.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Hello?

Yeah, one sec.

Mom, do I have time to

run over to Rick's house?

No.

It's time to go.

Here's your bag.

Me and Whitney are leaving

for my grandparents' farm.

Yeah believe me, i

do not want to go.

My parents want us to

rediscover nature, or whatever.

Hey!

He'll see you in a few weeks.

Travis, remember our agreement--

no cell phones, no video games.

Oh, so in other words, no fun.

I won't survive more than a day.

You know that, right?

Why wouldn't you survive?

You'll have food, water, and

shelter, all the essentials

for survival.

Mom.

Whitney honey, why don't

you take your things down

to the truck?

I don't want to go this year.

Why can't Whitney

just go by herself?

Because I said so.

Let's go.

I'm not going.

I think I'm big enough

to make my own decisions.

Hee.

It's only for a

few weeks, Travis.

Come here, give me a hug.

Okey-dokey, kids,

you ready to roll?

Pop, you drive carefully, ok?

It's not a race.

Eh, keep up a good pace?

Well, I'll do my best.

And we're off.

Don't forget to take a

bath and brush your teeth.

and be nice to your sister.

Bye.

Have fun.

Be good.

There's one from north Dakota.

Now I only need Indiana,

Kansas, Missouri, and Ohio

and I'll have the

complete midwest.

And how many states

do you have, Travis?

You are such a grump.

Grumpy mcgrumpster,

woke up today--

grumpy mcgrumpsteen,

and a voice was--

grumpy mcgrumpacuddy,

grumpy mcgrumperpants,

than my heart,--

grumpy mcgrumpcake.

Please, be

quiet, whitless.

-Which

carries a scar.

You just

proved my point.

Please tell me we're there.

The dreams

that I've been dreamin'--

Bears don't wear hats.

No, grandpa.

-Take me

back to Kentucky.

Are we there yet?

Eh, almost.

Ooh, look, there's Paul bunyan.

Well, we're halfway home.

He sure is big.

It's just another

statue, whitless.

I didn't think he was real.

We read all about him in school.

He was the world's

greatest lumberjack.

A folk hero of the

American frontier.

Hey now, just because

there are folk tales

about a man doesn't mean at one

time he didn't really exist.

How do you two think legends

get started, anyways?

You know, as much as i

like visiting the big city,

it sure is nice to come

home to some familiar faces.

Hey, how are ya?

You know, delbert

hasn't changed a lick

since your grandma

and I were kids.

Ooh, which reminds me,

we have to pick her up

before we head to the farm.

Pick her up?

Oh, there she is.

If I see one more

broken down farm truck,

I swear I'm going

to break something.

I mean what a friggin' cliche.

Old Freddy farmer out there

picking up his pain-in-the-neck

blue-haired wife.

Iris, what the

heck are you doing?

Excuse me, sir.

You told me to notify you

when your commercial is on.

What?

Want to

make the perfect deal?

Then call blandsford

development,

where perfection is the norm.

What could you

possibly be writing?

Some notes, sir.

I think the graphics

could use some work.

And you were a little

stiff in that take.

Did I ask you to take notes?

I didn't hire you for

your opinions, Iris.

You better watch it, or your

first week will be your last.

My first week of what, sir?

Of working here, Iris.

Get it together.

Now how many deeds

did you get today?

Oh, one family accepted your

offer, sir, out of the 20

I've color-coded the file,

orange for oleson family,

since oleson starts with

"o" and so does the word--

one property?

One property?

A measly one property?

What is wrong with these people?

I don't think there's

anything wrong with them, sir.

I found that the majority just

don't want to sell their farms

and businesses.

They really like

living in delbert.

What is there to like, Iris?

Delbert county is a

pathetic Hicksville filled

with backwards nincompoops.

Desperate times call

for desperate measures.

I'm gonna need to call Bob.

Bob?

Blackstone.

Oh, blackstone,

right, of course.

Sir, one question,

who is blackstone?

I am the great and

mysterious blackstone.

Now, look into my hand.