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Cold opening[]
[crows cawing]
Dolly, if my calculations
are correct,
all the magical ley lines
in town connect right...
Here!
The supernatural heart
of Hacienda is a tree,
here in Buela's yard.
[gasps]
What happened here?
Summer of Hacienda Chills!
Episode[]
[crows cawing]
So, what wacky adventures
are you dragging us into
this time, Tater?
What? How dare you imply
that I ever mean
anything less than
100% serious business?
The last time
you summoned all of us,
it was so you could put
Mr. Mojo in a crab costume.
[yowling]
The most serious business
of all.
But no costume this time.
Today,
I called you lot for Lotlot.
Tread carefully.
You all stand in the presence
of a great and terrible power.
[giggles] Stop it.
This tree is the epicenter
of all the arcane forces
in Hacienda.
[thunder crashes]
What?
This old thing is supposed
to have spooky magical powers?
Yes. Haven't you noticed
that this summer
has been much more...
[in demonic voice]
Paranormal than
the previous ones?
[in normal voice]
Just look!
Aw, tree fam!
No!
Who did this to you?
Someone has offended
the spirit of this tree.
In retaliation, it released
untold horrors upon us.
You think
the tree is offended?
Non-believers are sometimes
just so unbelievable.
-Tater!
-[screams]
[gasping for air]
Remember when you took care
of Dolly?
[thunder crashes]
[Dolly] I see you.
Let me out!
[trembling] Uh...
[screams]
[Dolly] Run!
[demonic laughter]
Of course I remember.
But all of that spooky stuff
was just you trying
to scare me.
None of it
was actually supernatural.
Or was it?
Maybe you're more
of a blessing
than a curse
after all, muñeca.
[Dolly] De nada, Buela.
Lotlot,
what are you looking at?
We're right here.
[wind gushing]
[both shivering]
[growling]
[both scream]
The tree spirit
is coming for us!
Hmm?
Oh, it's just your
vivid imaginations.
Lotlot, you're scaring them.
[Lotlot] Sometimes fear
is the only correct response.
Especially at times
like these.
Actually, yeah.
Lotlot, you've been spooky
your whole life.
It's our favorite thing
about you.
Looks like
I've got work to do.
[thunder crashing]
Leave this place.
[chanting]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high.
Like a diamond in the sky!
[electricity buzzing]
Small fry, no!
What's your favorite thing
about me, Lucita?
Oh, Tater,
not everything's about you.
-[shivering]
-Hmm.
There are forces at work here
that are beyond
even my comprehension.
You should know,
you tangled with the beast
of Hacienda yourself.
The beast of Hacienda?
Oh, yeah, El Chupa...
whatever it was called.
[Buela] El Chupacabra
is part wolf, part bear,
and part lizard.
He howls like the wind
and stinks like a fish!
Y cada año,
he leaves the Hacienda
Hills Crevasse
to hunt for tasty animales.
[gasps] Even Dog Acquaintance
is missing?
[screams]
These howls
sounded like the wind.
He howls like the wind.
[gasps]
[barks]
[growling]
But that was all just
a totally non-mystical
accident, remember?
Hector, el paletero,
got trapped in The Crevasse.
Ergo, it had nothing
to do with the tree.
Not a single dingle thing!
Or did it?
[Bud] Nachito! C'mon,
let's go back home!
[growling]
[laughs] Or did it, or did it,
or did it, or did it?
It did not.
Well, this has been fun!
But there's nothing special
about this tree.
So we should all go back
to our happy little lives.
Ah! Uh, hang on a second.
Lotlot might have a point.
I know what I did this summer.
[thunder crashing]
[growls]
[grunting] Not the sock, man!
Crypto!
Roth, Roth!
[howls] 401k!
[cawing]
[all scream]
Help me!
-Everyone okay?
-[primos] No!
That ain't natural, man.
None of this is.
Remember La Hamaca ?
¿Qué es lo peor
que podría pasar?
[sighs]
It's even more relaxing
than I thought.
[Cousin Bud]
But I gotta chill out, man.
[La Hamaca] Relax!
[toy squeaking]
Mmm. ChaCha cha!
-[gobbles]
-[toy squeaks]
I've got it.
I've got it.
[La Hamaca] I've got it.
[primos chanting]
Hamaca, chamaca.
Hamaca, chamaca.
Hamaca, chamaca.
-Hamaca, chamaca.
-[shivering]
Maybe we can relax
for five minutes?
No! Tater!
[primos chanting]
Hamaca, chamaca.
Hamaca, chamaca.
Take me! Take me instead!
Ooh.
Pop! No!
To this day,
I still don't have
a rational explanation for it.
Mmm. When one has eliminated
the impossible,
whatever's left,
however improbable,
is the truth.
Yeah, exactly!
So it's probably nothing--
The tree
is the only explanation!
[thunder crashes]
What should we do, Lotlot?
[Lotlot]
There's a Filipino chant
my mom told me about.
Tabi-tabi po.
-Tabi?
-Like our Tabi?
Wow!
I'm Filipino famous?
[Lotlot] No.
It's a chant
to appease the spirits
when you want
to pass by unharmed.
Or sometimes it's an apology.
But it must be spoken by
the person who hurt the tree.
Everyone!
[chuckles nervously]
Look, there are no spirits,
or secrets, or anything here!
It's just a silly old tree!
-[rumbling]
-Whoa!
[growling]
[cawing]
Ew! What is this stuff?
Disgusting!
Tree sap.
Well, make it stap!
Huh, Tater,
is that the plant I gave you?
Didn't I lend you
that DVD, Tater?
And I gave you that ribbon
for your birthday.
Hold on! Are these all gifts
we gave to you?
Uh... that's, uh, yeah.
Pretty weird, eh?
[chuckles nervously]
It is interesting
that all of our gifts to Tater
are suddenly reappearing.
Yeah, Tatey. Why is the mug
I gave you here?
Uh, I...
ChaCha. ChaCha?
-Uh...
-Come on, Tater!
What's going on?
[grunting]
All right, all right!
It was me!
Rest in peace,
little sproutling.
Cousin Bud
never needs to know.
The vibes
were indeed not there.
[all yelling]
You made the tree angry?
Forget the tree! I'm angry!
I bedazzled that ribbon
myself!
I didn't want them.
But I didn't want
to hurt your feelings.
We're finally getting along.
It's been the most
exciting summer ever.
Because of all of you!
[all] Aw!
Now I've ruined it!
And we're all going
to get eaten by a tree!
ChaCha!
Brother, no!
Let me sacrifice myself
for you, bro!
[crying]
I don't have words
strong enough
to ask for forgiveness!
But, primos , tree,
I say the words...
Tabi-tabi po.
I'm... sorry!
[cawing]
[thunder crashing]
[crying]
[gasps]
We made it! Yay!
Ah, the spirit forgave us.
Salamat po.
Wow, Tater.
That was even sappier
than the tree.
Oh, it's okay, Tater Gator.
We're not mad.
You... you forgive me?
Always! This summer's been
so much fun for us, too.
Because of you.
And if you ever
don't like something,
you should just tell us.
[primos] Mmm-hmm.
Aw. [sniffs]
There's water in my eyes.
Curse this rain.
[primos laughing] Aw.
Now come on, everyone.
Let's get out of la lluvia.
Well, tree,
looks like it's all over.
[kisses]
Or is it?
-[thunder crashes]
-[Lotlot laughs]