Side Hustle

Snack time!

Ooh!

Hmm, strawberries or blueberries?

He's about to pick!

Why choose when I can have both?

-No, you can't do that! -Ah!

Horrigan, you have to pick one or the other.

Just like Altoonisburg Al.

Who is Altoonisburg Al

and what does he have to do with my snack?

Altoonisburg Al is a possum who comes out

of his tree on Possum Day.

Ugh, can someone else besides her talk?

All I hear is blah, blah, blah.

-If Al eats strawberries, then we get six more weeks

of summer, but if he chooses blueberries,

then summer is officially over and we go back to school.

So why don't you want me to choose a bowl?

It's an experiment.

We want to know which bowl Al's gonna choose

and you're about the same size as a possum.

-Fisher's not gonna like it when he hears you took

me away from his science.

Which bowl did he pick?

Sir, you were in on this?

It's important. See, they plan when school

starts based on this possum.

The whole town comes out to the festival

to see which bowl Al's gonna choose.

Plus, you can get Al's pawtograph.

I almost have a complete set.

I just need the back right paw. It's the toughest one to get.

And Possum Day is the one time of year

you can get possum juice.

And that's a good thing?

Of course!

I even volunteered to work the booth.

I'm gonna drink my weight in possum juice.

You know who else loves possum juice?

Altoonisburg Al!

Ah, I forgot you had a stuffed animal Al.

I'm not a stuffed animal. I'm a puppet.

Happy Possum Day.

-Wow, they're really going all out for Possum Day this year.

Yup, this looks amazing.

Oh, and by the way, Luke is gonna meet us here.

Okay, we'll be on our best behavior

and won't make any kissy noises behind your back.

I make no promises.

Oh, man, Al's in that tree.

It's so weird to be around celebrities.

I mean, they're just like us, but not really.

Calm down.

There is no reason to freak out.

Oh, my gosh, possum juice!

-Hey, Lex. -Luke? What a surprise.

We made plans to meet here.

Let's not fight on Possum Day.

-I can hear you. -So can I.

Hey, I told you I can make no promises,

and I held out as long as I could.

Come on.

-That's where Altoonisburg Al chooses which bowl to eat.

He better choose strawberries.

Come on, six more weeks of summer.

No way, I want him to choose blueberries.

-Wait, but that means summer's over and we go back

to school six weeks early.

Her birthday's at the end of summer

and she never gets to celebrate it at school.

I just want people to sing happy birthday to me

while I pretend I don't want them to.

I've been practicing.

Oh, you guys.

Stop it.

Everyone's looking.

Wow, you are really good at that.

That should not be wasted.

All right, nobody's here yet

so I'm gonna get Al's pawtograph, no problem.

Yes problem.

Jaget, what are you doing here?

I was deputized by the mayor to protect

this possum with my life.

Word on the street is those dirt bags from

Pittstown are gonna try to kidnap Al.

Ugh, Pittstown.

More like arm-Pittstown, am I right?

'Cause they stink.

Are we going to the Possum Day festival or what?

Yep, as soon as we finish testing out

our new elevating shoes.

We call them Liftiez.

Liftiez.

The Z at the end was my idea.

Okay, but do we have to do this right now?

-Laura House's birthday is next week at Coaster World

and unfortunately, we're still too short for the best rides.

But we'll fix that with Liftiez.

Liftiez.

When I press this button, the shoes will extend

and Horrigan will become taller.

Are you ready? -Ready, sir.

Take me to the world of 5'6".

We'll start slow.

In three, two, one.

Ah!

Ugh!

Horrigan, are you okay?

I think so, sir.

Sorry for denting the ceiling with my head.

I think I need to lay down.

Yeah, easy, buddy.

Up.

Can someone please remove the shoes

that tried to kill me?

-Are you touching my hand? -Sorry.

-If you're sorry, why are you still touching her hand?

Whoa, did the bed just eat Horrigan?

-I accidentally hit the button that changes my bed to my desk.

Your desk is a transformer?

How cool is that?

I know, right?

Could you two stop flirting and help me?

Sorry, Horrigan, we'll get you out.

Uh, it's not working.

You might be stuck in there a little longer.

It's okay, sir,

it feels like your house is giving me a hug.

Keep it moving you possum-peeker.

-Stupid Jaget, keeping me from getting my pawtograph.

Don't worry, you'll get your chance.

-Munchy! -Madam Mayor!

Oh, you may rise.

Thanks for volunteering to run our booth.

Have some possum juice on me.

Make sure to save some for Al, he loves the stuff.

Ah, my first taste of the season.

What is this, liquid garbage?

I was afraid you'd say that.

The guy who usually makes the possum juice retired.

We tried to recreate the recipe

and this is the best we could come up with.

Guys, try this.

No, you just said it tastes like liquid garbage.

Yeah, there's no way we're gonna try it--

That is disgusting.

I vow to find the real recipe for possum juice.

I don't care how long it takes.

Well, the booth opens in 30 minutes

so figure it out by then.

Out of my way. Pittstown rules!

I'm taking your stupid possum.

Stop, pedestrian.

Gotcha, you Pittstown dirtbag.

Look, Jaget left Al's tree unguarded,

this is my chance to get my fourth pawtograph.

Come on!

Yeah, this feels like a them thing.

You've got good instincts, bro.

Now, come on, help me with the possum juice.

Hey there, Al, I'm Presley.

I have a puppet of you.

I know that sounds weird, but it's not.

Hey, just tell him to pick blueberry

so I can have my birthday at school.

I think we both know I'm not gonna do that.

Obviously, I want him to choose strawberry so summer's longer.

Listen, Al--

Where is Al?

Look in the tree!

Uh, he's not in here.

What?

Oh no. Oh, no-no, he must've escaped.

So did we just...

-Let the most famous possum in Altoonisburg get away?

-Yes, we did. -Right, and should we...

-Panic because the whole town is going to want to kill us?

Yes, we should.

Any luck finding the possum?

First of all, his name is Altoonisburg Al,

have some respect.

And second of all, no.

What are we gonna do?

Everybody in town is coming to this festival

to see Al and there is no Al.

Shh, here comes Jaget.

What are you doing by that tree?

Well, um--well, we saw this tree being

unprotected so we decided to guard it until you got back.

We have a new appreciation for your job.

We salute you.

That means a lot. Now beat it.

I gotta check on Al.

No, you can't!

Because he is napping before his big show.

You don't want a cranky possum, do you?

I'll answer that, no, you do not.

-I knew that, I knew that before you even said it.

Now if I could repeat my previous point...