| — This is a transcribed copy of Summer of El Futuro. — |
| Feel free to edit or add to this page, as long as the information comes directly from the episode. |
| Previous: "Summer of La Extraterrestre" | Next: "Summer of Super No Entiendo 64" |
Please help Primos Wiki by making this section longer.
[Bud reading]
I say that right?
[pleasant music playing]
[inhales then yawns]
[bubbling]
Morning, garage possum.
-Happy Monday.
-[snarls]
-Oh, it's Thursday?
-[bubbling]
Wait. That means it's time
for my first progress report
on the Summer of Tater.
-[bell ringing]
-[Tater gasps]
Oh, there's nothing to report.
My final form is...
[gurgling and mumbling]
[gurgling then grunts]
Let's see now.
Screwdriver, hammer, Tater.
Wrench. Tater?
Oh, hey, sweet po-Tater.
Hey, you see a plunger
in there anywhere?
[gurgling then thuds]
Well, I'll take that
as a no. [chuckles]
You still working
on your summer project, huh?
You figured out your, uh,
whatchamacallit, uh,
final form yet?
[echoing scream]
No. No, Father, I have not.
I've wasted two whole weeks
and still have no clue
about my future self.
Oh, cheer up, buttercup.
Sounds like you
could use a crystal ball.
I sure could have used one
to see your primos' hair
clogging up the pipes.
-That's it.
-That's it.
Oh, you need the plunger too?
What? [toilet flushes]
Ugh, no.
I need something
that lets me see
into the great beyond.
And once I know
what my final form will be,
I'll know how to get there.
The Tater train
is back on track. Woo-woo!
Oh. Hey, Tatey Bo Beatty.
Did you know your old man
was in a band once?
[mouthing guitar sounds]
[sounds abruptly stop]
[laughing]
[groaning]
[scared moans]
Crystal balls? Pfft!
-If you want a real glimpse
of your future...
-[whimpering]
-...you need tarot.
-[gasps]
Ooh!
Uh-uh. No peeking.
Pick three.
What do they say?
Patience, seeker.
These cards represent
your past, present and future.
Ooh, it's the hermit.
[hisses]
He represents
your past self of isolation.
-True.
-But that time's over,
now that you've
got all us primos.
[laughing]
This is your present.
The fool.
Who you calling fool, fool?
It's not bad, prima.
It just means you don't know
what lies ahead.
-I'm going to find
my final form.
-[bird screeching]
Hmm. Very true. Go on.
And this is your future.
Huh. The world card.
You'll come full circle
into a future
of completeness and harmony.
So that's it.
That didn't tell me anything
about my final form.
I need specifics.
Tarot is not like that.
Lady finger?
This is no time
for hors d'oeuvres.
Argh. There must be
a better way
to see into my future.
-Mmm.
-[bird screeching]
There's only one legit way
to see your future.
-M.A.S.H.
-M.A.S.H?
Mansion, apartment,
suite or house.
We'll know your future
right down to where you live.
-Now we're talking.
-Okay.
Tell me when to stop.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just stop!
Okay, carry the four,
but not on a Thursday.
Remove the R. Done!
Amazing, right?
-First of all,
you'll live in the mansion.
-I will?
Ooh! I'll have
a giant library.
Or five. [chuckles]
[Tonita] And you'll be
a pro tiger trainer.
[Tater] Tigers?
[sobbing] My future
is everything
I dreamed it would be.
[Tonita] Anyway, mansion,
tiger trainer,
and, uh, oh,
you'll have 15 children.
-[crashing]
-[Tater grunts]
-[babies crying]
-Wait, w-w-what? With who?
[Tonita] Hmm. Let's see.
- You'll have children with...
- [trumpets playing]
[Tonita] The Skid!
Honey! I'm home.
Ah! Home sweet home.
[kissing]
No! I would never!
[distorted]
M.A.S.H doesn't lie.
-[echoing] No!
-[laughs]
[sinister music playing]
[exclaims] No way!
-That can't be my future.
I won't let it wait. [crying]
-Tater, wait.
-It's just a game!
-[door slams]
Whoa. Is she okay?
[babies laughing]
-Can no one
see the future for real?
-[person on TV] Oh!
I'm having a vision
about a viewer right now.
You are curious
and a little gassy.
-[all gasping and talking]
-Oh, that's so me.
That's vague enough
to be about any of you.
[all shushing]
Someone's hangry.
Go eat a cookie
you rich po-Tater.
-[clunks]
-A cookie.
Mmm. [laughs cunningly]
Gotta be one. A-ha, found you.
The last fortune cookie!
-[intense music playing]
-[cracks]
What? Empty?
What the heck does that mean?
I have no future at all.
[grunting]
I hear existential angst.
If it's a glimpse
of your future you want,
step into my lab
and we can
start the assessment.
[Tater] Mmm. Hmm.
Am I a morning person?
I do like breakfast.
That's just
question one of 100.
Don't think, answer.
Oh, okay.
Uh, I think I'm done.
-[machines whirring]
-[groaning and screaming]
Was that part
really necessary?
-No.
-[automated voice speaking]
Analysis complete.
[together] Excellent.
[automated voice speaking]
Results are inconclusive.
-Huh! Mmm.
-What?
These readings don't point
to any particular future.
[breathing heavily]
No future? [whimpering]
Tater, calm yourself.
Anxiety also impacts
your life expectancy.
Mmm. Yes.
At this rate, you've already
shaved off a whole month.
[laughs maniacally]
Who cares about a month
in a futureless lifetime.
I'm down two weeks of summer!
It's like I never
even got off the bus.
[laughing and talking]
-Whatcha drawing, Tater?
-Big plans.
It's time for
the Summer of Tater.
A three-part play.
What happened?
Was there something
I didn't plan for?
-[maniacal laughter]
-I didn't plan for the primos.
-But I also
didn't plan at all.
-[clock dings]
I just wasted time.
Oh, merman.
Even your majestic--
Hello, world! Present--
This was easier
in my head. Whoa!
-[speaking Spanish]
-[grunting]
The romance
award song they wrote
was as good as mine.
-Booya, ba-bam!
-[thuds]
-[whimpering] What?
-[thudding]
-Oh, no.
-[thudding]
A nice small or even
a medium sized dream,
just right.
Like Goldilocks.
Maybe dad was right.
I should have dreamed smaller.
[crushing]
Gotta get to my space.
Gotta figure out
my final form.
[grunting then sighing]
What's the use?
There's no future
'cause I've wasted my present.
♪ What is all this weight? ♪
♪ Pushing down on me ♪
♪ I don't even care enough
to wanna fight ♪
♪ Heavy in my bones ♪
♪ Just wanna be alone ♪
♪ Keep on sinking down
with no end in sight ♪
♪ I am feeling low,
uncomfortably numb ♪
♪ Lost inside a maze
of oblivion ♪
♪ Something in me broke,
emptied me inside ♪
♪ Left me feeling cold
and anesthetized ♪
♪ Something in me broke ♪
♪ Emptied me inside ♪
♪ Left me feeling cold
and anesthetized ♪
Ugh, I feel nothing.
-[squealing and grunting]
-[organ playing softly]
-[door opens]
-[squeals]
Uh, primos.
I think I found her.
-Hey, Tater.
-There you are.
We've been looking everywhere.
Are you playing
laundry monster?
Can I play too?
Hey, hey.
Let's give her some space.
We noticed you haven't
been your normal,
Tatery-self today.
Is everything okay?
Nothing's okay.
I've been thinking about
my future for literal weeks,
and I still don't have a clue
who I'm supposed to be.
Ooh, boy, I'm going to need
a new drain snake.
-I'm never gonna
amount to anything.
-Huh?
Prima, no one's future
is set in stone.
I thought I'd always
have to skate
in my lucha mask.
Who knows what else
might change?
And you've done so much
this summer already.
[speaking Spanish]
with a knack
for helping people.
[speaking Spanish]
and Scooter.
And me. You helped me
learn to like reading.
It's incredible.
You're always there
for us, Tater.
A real spot-bud primita.
And you're
super organized man.
You made this chore chart
from an upcycled cereal box.
Double props.
Yeah, I did do that.
For you, Tater.
A new fortune cookie.
[cracks open]
Wow.
Thanks, primos.
-I got you, bro.
-Don't mention it.
-No sweat, Tater bird.
-It's all you boo.
[garage door opens]
No, no, no.
Little dang button.
-Now you work.
-Hi, tio.
Oh, uh, what? Me?
Oh, um, uh, hi.
Dad, uh, I got an answer
to your question.
You know about my progress
and my final form
and everything.
[chuckles] Oh, uh...
Aw, you don't owe me
any explanation,
sweet po-Tater.
Now you take
all the time you want.
You're on your own journey.
You're doing good.
-[emotional music playing]
-[sniffles]
[crying] Oh, uh, sorry.
Uh, well, I must
be chopping onions.
[sniffles]
[triumphant music playing]
I may not know
what the future holds,
but I'll take on
whatever rolls my way.
Hey, boo!
-[kisses]
-[funky music playing]
[screams]