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[Serena reading]
[dogs barking]
[mumbling]
Um... you okay?
Flow state!
Ooh. Aggressive.
[mumbling continues]
[gasps] My final form.
No, wait.
You dropped something.
What is it?
Oh, it's the key to my future self.
[bell ringing]
Primo pizza time.
I... I lost it.
It's all gone.
Primo pizza time!
Primo pizza time--
[grunts]
Did you have to
interrupt me right now?
Primo Pizza Hour's family time.
You can't ditch your family, Small Fry.
But there are tons
of other primo-y things
we do together every day,
and they all interrupt
my Tater time.
- [chuckles]
- [Big Nacho] Primo TV time.
Mm.
Primo paleta time!
- Hm.
- There you are.
Come on, Small Fry.
[groans] I was about to
find the key to my final form.
I don't have time for pizza.
[stomach growling]
[chuckles]
I could go for some pizza.
I wish you could go for me.
It's not like I'm Bibi who can
just call a substitute teacher.
Idea! You want pizza,
and you need a Tater.
Serena's a highly qualified sub.
She keeps a diary like moi,
and she can look like moi.
Ha-ha! What do you say, pal?
Well, I do love some hot za.
Mm. Good.
But something's missing.
[exclaims] How about this?
[in French accent] Genius.
Eh? Huh? Huh?
Hmm. I don't know.
Hey, Big Nacho,
are we going or what?
- ChaCha is getting bite-y.
- [ChaCha growls]
Aah! Okay, fine.
Throw in the crusts, and for today only,
Serena can be your Segundo.
Oh! Segundo.
Wait. What does that mean?
What he means is doble,
which means...
- like a stand-in.
- [ChaCha growls]
Oh, yeah, bad Spanish.
- Sorry.
- Mm.
But segundos...
has such a nice ring to it.
Eh, we're going with segundos.
Go forth, Segundo Tater.
Bon voyage.
Now, back into the flow state.
[blabbering]
[gasps] There you are again.
Uh, wait up. Don't go.
[gasps]
Aha!
The key to unlocking
my final form is...
a coat of arms?
A personal branding of yore!
And of mine.
I'll create my own
to show the world
what I care about the most.
[lights buzzing]
[all] Hmm.
So, today Serena is Tater?
She's definitely not Tater.
Hey, what'll it be, fam?
The usual free waters
and pizza rejects?
Well, hey, can I use
my Quakey's card?
It's been racking up
a lot of points lately.
Hey, looks like
you got enough points
for a non-reject pizza.
- [all cheering]
- Thanks.
[Lita] Buen provecho, primos.
[all exclaiming]
Thanks for the nachos,
Segundo Tater. Oh!
Hey, Segundo Tater, put up a goal post.
Got it.
Goal!
All right, primo pals,
how about a round
of root beers on me, huh?
[all exclaiming]
[all] Salud!
[sighs] Time alone
is time well spent.
Hey, Segundo. How'd it go?
[laughs] We had a blast.
Yeah. Pretty good idea, Small Fry.
Yay! Project Segundo is a success.
Wonder if it could work a segundo time.
[laughs]
And then, Citizen Crane said...
-"Rosebird."
-"Rosebird."
Ooh, maybe this is inspiration
for my coat of arms.
- It should have--
- [Big Nacho] Cake Island time!
Cake Island time!
Assume viewing positions!
[all exclaiming]
I invoke my Segundo!
Again?
Yeah, and I already
covered for you, Tater.
I seem to remember someone
splattering crème brûlée
all over my copy of Jurassic Spark.
- Hmm?
- Fine.
Yay! Thanks. Bye!
[woman on TV] Looks like the island
is made of cake.
Who knew?
[laughs] This show is silly.
Hmm.
Ahem. I have my own research
to attend to,
hence I too recuse myself.
Oh, what, Gordita too?
See what you did, Tater!
Now, everyone's ditching family time.
Uh... booba ya bam.
That's not what she says.
Calm yourself, Big Nacho.
My Segundo is a more
than capable substitute.
Hello, primos, I am Gor-3-ta.
There is an 83% chance
that contestant is cake.
[all exclaim]
Hm, okay. But just this one time.
Huh?
[Big Nacho] Egg gathering time!
Everyone gets an egg,
everyone gets out.
Not trying to lose anyone today.
- [air horns sound]
- Boo-boo-boo-boo!
Hey, primos, Blaine's gonna be
my Segundo today.
Don't worry, the Blaine Train
is great with chicks.
I hate this guy, but trust me,
he's got great attention to detail.
Huh? Now this is getting out of control.
Just do whatever the big kid
with the tiny mustache tells you.
[growls] Okay.
This has gone too far.
And my mustache is luscious.
Oh, come on, Big Nacho,
everyone's doing it.
We can't hang out all the time.
Yeah, we have lives.
Oh! This family's falling apart!
We're still family, hermanote.
We just need some
T-Sister time,
no te preocupes.
- [bell ringing]
- [Big Nacho] Primo paleta time!
Are you seeing this, Hector?
This is just sad.
- [shivers]
- [remote beeps]
- Nature Fam. Nature Fam.
- Primo, you too?
Eh, sorry, Big Nacho.
It's not like the rest
of the primo fam is here.
[groans] I'm glad I didn't get
the flake-out gene.
[bicycle bell rings]
- [thuds]
- [squawking]
¡Espérame, hermanote!
[Tater] Unicorns always
look good on coats of arms.
But is this part of
my final form?
Hey, Lucita, what do you think about-- Oh.
Hm. They're probably all at
Primo Pizza Hour.
[gasps] Maybe I can channel
their primo energy.
Unicorns are my favorite, primo!
Unicorns are incredible.
I want something spookier.
[groans]
Nothing can beat the real thing.
I need the real deal primo power,
and I know
just where to find it.
Oh, primos!
Who missed me? Booyah buh--
What now?
What is this monstrosity?
Where are the primos?
Don't worry,
we're all licensed Segundos.
Oh, wait. I mean, uh, ChaCha.
[growling]
Uh-huh. I see.
Hey, Serena,
where are the real primos?
But, Tater,
we're all primos now.
[Tater chuckling]
Let's start over.
So, primos, I was working on
my final form and...
- [air horn sounding]
- Boo-boo-boo-boo!
What's that got to do
with the Blaine Train?
Oh, chicken wings.
ChaCha. [groans]
- ChaCha!
- Baw-caw!
[segundo ChaCha] ChaCha!
Fam fight! Fam fight!
- [air horn sounding]
- Boo-boo--
Operator error.
[growls]
[thuds]
Come back when you're the primos
I know and love.
[growls]
Did I just get
Primo Pizza Hour canceled?
No, not me.
Them.
The real primos can fix this.
Time for Primo Pizza Hour!
It's time to get the band
back together.
Ah. Greetings, Tater.
Long time, no sample.
Gordita, the Segundos are
not working out.
They're not any of you.
Will you come back...
for Primo Pizza Hour?
Hmm. I suppose.
[Cousin Bud] There you go, little buddy.
You're with your plant primos now.
Huh? Kind of reminds me of...
- We miss you, primos.
- Where ya been?
Why did you leave us?
[sighs] Memories.
- [Tater] Hey, Cousin Bud.
- Whoa.
I can even hear them calling.
'Cause we are.
Leave the hydration to H2Bro.
We're grabbing pizza.
Hmm.
We sure are low on chisme these days.
Got any news?
No, hermanita.
The tea is dried up.
[Tater] Sounds like you need a refill.
You know what goes great with chisme?
Cheese pizza!
Primos! [chuckles]
[crows cawing]
[♪ romantic music playing]
Huh?
Is this it?
Is she gonna hold my...
my...
my hand?
It's time for Primo Pizza Hour!
- [all cheering]
- Oh, yeah!
What? Right now?
But... I...
Carmela, just hold that thought.
I'll be right back.
I promise. I'll bring you back
a slice of pizza.
I gotta do family time.
Que milagro!
Now, those are the primos
I know and love.
- [all speaking indistinctly]
- Hey. Welcome back.
Who needs Segundos
when you've got the original primos?
Exactly, Lucita.
And I made something to honor
us all being here together.
I am pleased to present
our own primo coat of arms.
- This is the best!
- Great job, Tater!
Wait.
If we're all here,
what happened to the Segundos?
Ay, Qué linda sorpresa
to be visited by mis nietos!
And right as I finish
making mi sopa favorita.
What kind of soup is this, Buela?
Es de pollo. Chicken.
- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [screams]