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Buried Treasure: The Boy Who Mailed Himself to Australia/The Story of the Plumber’s Hideous Yodels (S4E12)
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Lemonade. Hey, Story Pirates Podcast listeners. Lee here. Welcome back to Buried Treasure, where we throw back to our favorite full episodes from the Story Pirates archives. Today we're revisiting the 12th episode of season four, which includes two amazing stories written by kids and the time that the Story Pirates podcast suddenly and mysteriously, the Johnny Blobfish Show Coming up right after a few words for the grown ups, Let's talk about protein. It's all anybody seems to talk about lately, and for good reason. So many people want to build muscle and support their existing muscle, but getting enough doesn't have to mean eating yet another bland chicken breast at the end of the day. To hit your protein goal, Ratio protein yogurt has 25 grams of protein per cup. That's more protein than four whole eggs. Not only is it packed with protein, but ratio protein has a smooth and creamy texture, so there's no need to compromise. Great taste when hitting your wellness goals, whatever they are. If you like a blend of citrus and sweetness, you might want to try their Key lime pie flavor. And get this ratio protein's 25 grams of protein is the most protein per cup in the yogurt aisle plus zero added sug. This helps you get the fuel you need to power through your day. Ratio does the math so you don't have to head to ratiofood.com to find a retailer near you. He's Johnny Johnny Blobfish the handsomest man under the sea He's Johnny Johnny Blobfish that's right, that's me. He's Johnny well, he's just the coolest fish around town and when he smiles and looks like a frown he's covered in scales and shaped like a bob he's the most amazing fish and great at his job He's Johnny He's a wonderful chef and a perfect friend when you talk to him you never wanted to end he always looks great and his breath never swells he doesn't have to work out for his muscles to swell Johnny might seem too good good to be true but he's a beautiful friend to me and you He's Johnny the Blobfish it's the Johnny Blobfish show starring Megan as Mrs. Blobfish Rachel as Johnny Blobfish Jr. Lee as the mailman, Eric as Mr. Wilkinson Nimini as Susie who lives next door and Peter as Lil Sparky. And now here's Johnny. Ah ha. It's me, Johnny Blobfish. I just like writing stories. That's a good one Record it. Never gives up on your story. It was fun to share a story and that inspires me that jokes are very funny. Solely Pirates. The Johnny Blobfish show is filmed in front of a live studio audience. Mail's here. Bark, bark. Whoa, easy there, little Sparky. Oh, hello there, mail carrier. Hi, I'm Mrs. Blobfish. I see you've got a newspaper there. Why don't you read the front page for me? Sure thing. It says, welcome back to the Story Pirates podcast, everyone, where we take stories written by kids and turn them into sketch comedy and songs. Sounds terrific. How about we hear one of those stories before you continue on your route? Now, Mrs. Blobfish, I'll never deliver all this mail. Just one. Well, all right. Bark, bark. You said it, little Sparky. And here to introduce this first story is the author. Hi, my name is max fault. I'm 12 years old and I live in Texas. This is my story. The Boy who Mailed himself to Australia. Hi, honey. Hi, mom. How was school today? It was awesome. Mr. Yan taught us all about Australia. It's so cool. There are kangaroos, koalas, and these instruments called didgeridoos. They go like this. What do they go like? They go like relaxing, sophisticated even. Can we go? Please, please, please? Sorry, Jack. A trip to Australia would just be too long and too expensive. Okay, I guess instead of going to Australia tomorrow, I'll just go back to school. A trip to school is short and cheap. Mom approves. Good afternoon, class. Good afternoon, Mr. Yawn. Alright, everyone, for the last 20 minutes of class, we're learning about the post. Then Jimmy turned off that music. Sorry, Mr. Yan. Now, where was I? The postal service is one of our most important government agencies. With the postal service, you can mail almost anything. You can mail anything. Almost anything? Wow. You can mail literally anything. If I can mail anything and I'm anything, then that means that I can mail me to Australia. Mr. Yab, I have to. Jack, wait. There's still more to learn about. Oh, well, he'll learn from the best teacher of all life. Hi, Mom, I'm home. I'm home too. Mom, I need some stamps and a scale, please. Here you go, honey. Thanks, mom. Okay, so this stamp will let me ship a letter to another country. And I'll need one stamp for every ounce. So I'll just weigh myself and I'm 10, 26 ounces. Oh, that's gonna be a lot of stamps. Here I go. There, all done. Now to go to the mailbox. Here I am at the Mailbox. Hmm. It's pretty small, but I think I can fit. Okay, Jack, this is your moment. Believe in the package, Become the package. You are the package. I'm in. Now to wait for the mailman. The wheels on my mail truck go round. Ah, what a beautiful day to deliver the mail. Oh, that mailbox's flag is up. Better see what needs to be delivered. Okay. A postcard, a letter, and one giant package that says, to Australia, handle with care. Let me just grab it and it's not budging. Time to give it another shot. And like my leg doctor always says, lift with your knees. Wow. Okay, now into the bag you go. This is heavy. Is this a kid or a package? I'm a package. Quiet package. Into the truck. I'm okay. Nobody asked. I can't believe I have to take such a chatty package all the way to Australia. It may be far, but I took the the sacred mailman's oath. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night shall stay this courier from the swift completion of his appointed rounds. But first, I do have a lot of domestic mail to deliver. That means I'll need a mailroot montage. There's a dog house here. A mailman's worst fear. Luckily, it's empty. I see it's empty because the dog is biting my arm. That dog sit their cheese. First mail Hooch montage. No doghouse at this address. Thank goodness. I can just drop off this package and ring the doorbell. Yes. Oh, my package. My 10 cats will love this. Your what? No, wait. Cheeseburgers. Mail. Rouge montage. Okay, last stop. No doghouse, no cats, anywhere. I'm just going to open the mailbox and see what needs to be mailed. Letter, letter. Hornet's nest. Wait, what? Oh, bad hornets. Sit. Ah. Each thing is worse than the last hornet. That's all the domestic mail. Now it's time to deliver this kid sized package to Australia. I know where I'm going. Package. I take my job seriously. Time to go to Australia. Driving through the city, driving through El Paso. Driving through the beach. Driving through a sandcastle. Now I'm driving my truck straight into the sea. And I'm so glad I installed a propeller for me. Even though they told me that I don't drive a boat. And I screamed, one day I will. Now it's my turn to gloat. Neither Ned nor Carol nor any boat doubter shall prevent this courier from boating. The louder to deliver your parcels with swift in motion, even all the way across the big blue ocean. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I hope that's amazing. Sometime later, delivering the mail at sea where nothing goes wrong. Now I've reached the end of my very, very, very good song. Ah. 200 verses later, and here I am in the middle of the ocean. I sure showed all the haters. Everything they said about me was wrong. I'm running out of fuel. Everything they said about me was right. I'm not going to be able to deliver this package. But you have to get me to Australia. I know what my job is. Package? What's that? An oil rig with barrels and barrels of fuel. I'm manifesting now to just climb up this ladder and. Hello, oil rig employee. That's my name. At least while I'm clocked in, which I am. What can I do for you? I need enough fuel to get to Australia. Five barrels should be enough. Sorry, no free stuff. No free stuff? What kind of business are you running? One of them profitable ones. Yeah, okay, I understand that. Hey, look. A pelican. What? Where? I won't see it. Yoink. Okay, I looked everywhere and there's no pelican. Hey, weren't there five barrels of fuel here just a second ago? So long, oil rig employee. Pow. Another five barrels lost to a mail carrier at sea. But that's not even what hurts me the most. What hurts me the most is that I thought I'd be seeing pelicans 24 7. But in my 24 years of working on this oil rig, not a one. But for just a moment, I long to see a pelican smiling back at me. That was close. But the oil rig is way behind me. And now I'm finally here in Australia. Look, it's the Sydney Opera House. I'm a kangaroo. Welcome to Australia. I'm a koala, too. Welcome to Australia. I'm a didgeridoo. Welcome to Australia. Nice. Lovely. That's great. Tuck it in. That's nice. Relaxing. Sophisticated, even. Anyway, it's time to unload the package. Finally. Package? I've had it up to here with the commentary. Wait a minute. What's underneath all these stamps? You're not a package. You're a boy. Is that why you could talk? That's right. I am a boy. The titular boy who mailed himself to Australia. Wow. That was unexpected. You know what else is unexpected? What? The end. Well, that was a wonderful story, Mr. Mail Carrier. But while we were reading it, I couldn't help but feel like you and I have done this before. Do we know each other? Of course we do, Mrs. Blobfish. I've been delivering mail to your house for years. No, no, that's not it. Something about this feels familiar. Honey, I'm home. Bark, bark. Well, if it isn't my perfect, hard working and brilliant husband, Johnny Blobfish. Johnny, you look so cool in your leather jacket. And I know a thing or two about jackets. I deliver the mail in sleet or snow. Thanks. I rode my motorcycle to work today. How was work today, honey? Well, I asked Mr. Wilkinson for a raise. He said he would have a decision by the time he came over for our tapas party tonight. Tapas party? Yes, tapas are a type of food in Spain. Served on small plates, they're delicious. No, I know what tapas are. I mean, I didn't know you were throwing a party. Oh, of course. The whole neighborhood is invited. You should come by. Sounds like a plan. I'll come over once I'm done delivering all my mail for the day. So long, Bobfish family. Say, when does Johnny Jr get home from school? Should be any minute now. Mom, dad, I'm home. Bark, bark. Aw, I miss you too, little Sparky. Aw, Sparky. Sorry I had to go to school. But that's how I get my brain big. Come here, kiddo. Your old man's got a surprise for you. A surprise? What is it, pops? Check. Check this out. I picked it up on my way home today. Whoa. A toy fire truck. Oh, thanks, dad. You're the greatest father in the whole wide world. A role model for me, your son, and for children everywhere. Mom, can I go play with my new fire truck in the backyard? You know the rules, honey. Not until you finish your homework. Now go upstairs and wash up. We're having guests over for the tapas party tonight. All right. Tapas. Well, I better go prepare all the tapas for the party tonight. That sounds wonderful, dear. I'll set the table and dust all the chandeliers. Gee, I wonder who that could be. Oh, it's Suzy from next door. Johnny Blobfish, my favorite neighbor. Bark, bark. Oh, and Lucy Sparky, the best little dog in the neighborhood. I hope I'm not too early for the papa's party. Now, my father lives out of town, so he couldn't make it. So I was trying to think of a different papa I could bring. Oh, Susie, it's not a papa's party. It's a tapas party. As in little plates of Spanish food. Oh, phew. I must have misheard you when we were talking over the fence. But I'll tell you what, I'M not on the fence about. I love this stuff. Say, Johnny, could I ask you for a favor while I'm here? Anything, Suzy. I'm going on vacation next week. Would you mind watering my plants for me while I'm gone? Sure thing, Suzy. Thanks, Johnny. You're simply the kindest, most giving, most thoughtful neighbor anyone could ask for. Looks like the party's finally getting started. Heigh ho, Blobfish family. Bark Bark the mail carrier. And look who I ran into outside. Oh, Mr. Wilkinson, my boss from my job. Good to see you, Johnny. Thanks for having me. I brought you some jamon yberico. Now that's what I call tapas. All right, the rest of the tapas are ready. Johnny Junior, time to come downstairs. Coming. Wow, Mrs. Blobfish, you've truly outdone yourself. All of these tapas plates look amazing. Well, since everyone is here, I suppose I have an announcement to make before this party begins. Johnny Blobfish, you're getting a raise. Bark bark. Oh, thank you, Mr. Wilkinson. That means a lot. No, thank you. Johnny Blobfish, you're the hardest working man at the company. I wish all of my employees could be more like you. Well, what more could I ask for, huh? I've got a fulfilling job, wonderful neighbors, and a beautiful. Oh, not to mention this delicious spread of tapas. But where are my manners? I still have my leather jacket on. I'm gonna run upstairs and change. And when I get back down here, the tapas party shall commence. So, am I gonna be the first to say it? This feels weird, right? Something is going on. Yes, it's weird. It's like all day I've had this weird feeling that I know all of you, but in a different way, in a different lifetime. Like I'm not who I say I am. I feel the same way. This all feels so familiar and yet so strange. Exactly. It feels like we've been together before, but not in this universe. Yeah, I don't think I'm really a child. I think I might be in my 30s, but like, still fun. Hmm. Bark bark. Alright everyone, I'm back. No, no. Stop cheering, all of you. Audience Johnny Blobfish, we have some questions for you. Uh oh. Gasp. I somehow knew you were going to say that. We'll be right back. There are lots of people right now focusing on hitting their protein goals. Maybe they want to help build and maintain muscle or recover after a workout. At the same time. Life can get pretty busy. That's why so many people are looking for easy Protein packed options. 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Who are we, how did we get here? And why can't I remember my backstory? Is this a sitcom or real life? Am I an actor or a person? You know what? I'll stop asking questions now so you can answer. Stop. Stop that. All you laughers. No, it's not funny. Where are you all anyway? Well, you. You see, I can explain. Bark. Bark. Right, fine. I admit it. This isn't actually a sitcom and you're not actually my friends and family. This is one big shared dream. And you're the story pirates. Lee, Peter, Megan, Nimini, Rachel and Eric. Rachel. What? Yeah, that does sound familiar. That is my name. And I don't talk like this. And I'm not a mail carrier. I'm Lee. And I'm Nimini. And I'm Eric. And I'm Megan. See, and this is extra confusing because I am an actress and would have been great in this role if it had been real and not a big shared dream. Which is still something I'm very deeply confused about. Bark. Bark. Peter, you don't have to bark like a dog anymore. You're not a dog. You're Peter. Ah. Bark. But Johnny, I don't understand. How are we all in the same dream right now? Oh, easy. I just use my special blobfish powers to bring you all into my dream. Oh, I don't get that. Brilliant. It's like Inception meets I Love Lucy, the Wizard of Oz meets the Matrix, you've Got Mail meets Jurassic Park. I don't know. This is getting Away from me. And my feet really hurt in these heels. Okay, well, that explains the how, but not the why. Why did you bring us all into your dream together, Johnny? Well, if you must know, in real life, I'm just a gross old blobfish. People make fun of my blobby face, my droopy eyes, my blob body. I saw you all having so much fun together, and I thought, those are folks I'd want to be friends with. And then I thought, what if they don't like me? What if they make fun of. And then I thought, wouldn't it be nice for all of us to be in a reality where everyone likes me? And then I thought, what's an era of television everyone likes? Oh. And then I thought, the 50s. And then I thought, I think we get it, Johnny Blobfish. You didn't need to incept us to hang out with us. We like you just the way you are. Really? You mean it? Even though my skin is gelatinous and lacks any sort of muscle definition? Okay, you really don't need to keep describing yourself, but yes. Oh, geez, that means a lot. Thanks, Jory. Pirates. I guess I should just be more comfortable being myself. Hey, before we all wake up from this crazy collective dream, do you want to hear another story? Really? I'd love to. Yes, Mark. Great. Okay, listeners, if you thought but this episode was weird. So far you have not heard this next story yet about a plumber and his hideous yodels. Here to introduce it is the author. Hi, My name is Molly. I am 10 years old, I live in Pennsylvania. And here is my story. The story of a plumber and his hideous yodels. You've heard of monsters, ghouls and boogeymen, but prepare yourself for a new terror the likes of which you've never heard before. Close your ears and open your eyes to the plumber's hideous yodels. Ah. I saw it. Did you see it? Our local plumber's yodel has come to life. Whoever thought a loud, screechy yodel could take physical form and scare the citizens of our quaint mountain town? There it is again. It's the most hideous thing I've ever seen. Come on, Sally. The mayor's called a town meeting on May Main street to solve the problem. Let's get out of here. So off to the town meeting on Main street they went. And while they arrived on time, were they already too late? Wow. I mean, I don't know. Hey, look at this. Quiet. Those of you who Saw the plumber's yodel in its bodily form. Raise your hands. That yodel is hideous. Hideous is a bit much, don't you think, Kelly? I do not. It is. It's like a dialogue modem sound. Sprouted a bunch of fur and put on pointy vampire teeth. Those plumber's yodels were so bad, a team of veterinarians went up to the mountains to see if sick owls were making those loud, screechy yodels. I said from the start we had to tell that plumber his night yodels were terrible. That they kept us all awake. But no, no, no, no, no, no. None of you would listen to me. Said you didn't want to scare off this yodel plumber. Do you know how hard it is to find a good plumber these days? Folks, please. It's obvious we need to get this plumber to stop yodeling. But we also can't anger him. He's redoing my guest bathroom before my mother in law comes to visit on Sunday and he's got to finish. Who will volunteer to tell him in a kind but firm manner that his yodels have come to life and are scaring people? Oh, I don't know. Everybody quiet down. Where'd that grizzled old man get that chalkboard? He used to be a substitute teacher. You all know me, know how I earn a living. And I'll call this plumber and use a kind but firm tone. And it ain't gonna be pleasant, but I'll do it on one condition. What's that, Steve? That if he refuses to stop yod, you all start using my brother in law for a plumber. Is he any good? Good? He's terrible. But he's driving my sister crazy. I feel like I gotta help her somehow and this could be a two birds, one stone kind of thing. Fine, give Steve the phone. I got my own. And I got the plumber's number. You're not the only one with a guest bathroom there, chief. Alright, it's ringing. Oh, hi there. Hey, it's Steve. Good. Yeah. No, the faucets are a dream. Yeah. Hey, listen, quick thing for you. You know, your yodels. Well, the thing is, you know, they've come to life. People have seen them and. What? You mind if I put you on speaker? Okay. Are you still there? Hi. Yeah, I'm here. All right, everyone, if you saw one of the plumber's yodels, call out what it looked like when it came to life. It was pretty freaky A living nightmare. Like the sound of bad car brakes, grew two shriveled legs and decided to walk around in your uncle's work polyester tracksuit. Okay, wow. I hear you guys. And let me tell you, it's making me crazy. I never expected my Yodels to come to life. I was just doing it for me. I'm wild about that. Echo, I promise you'll never see my Yodels again. But you're still gonna be a plumber here, right? Oh, my stars. Of course. Do you know how hard it is to find a good town these days? We got a good thing going here. Let's not let a few bad embodied yodels come between us. Well, goodbye, everybod. Well, that's a relief. Yeah, and now that he's not yodeling anymore, I wonder what he's gonna do to occupy himself all alone up there on top of that mountain. Let's join our one in a million plumber at his mountain top abode. I'm sure I'll find a different creative outlet. Hopefully one that doesn't start frightening the town. I know. I'm going to make new recipes I've always wanted to try. Let me check and make sure I have enough eggs. All right. Shakshuka, here we come. Make a depression for each egg in the sauce and add. Huh, I wonder who that could be coming. Oh, gosh. Don't spring a leak. Little plumber humor there. Hello. It's my Yodel. Wow, the towel. You do look like a scream in a turtleneck. I understand you're upset, but you can't go around scaring people. Honestly, I feel guilty because I created you and yet gave you no guidance on how to navigate life. I guess I understand how Dr. Frankenstein felt after his monster went out into the world. No, the monster had no name. He was just referred to as Frankenstein's monster. It is sad. By Yodel. Well, listen, I can't solve any of these problems tonight, but can I interest you in eggs for dinner? You wanted to eat something else? Well, what did you have in mind? Oh, my. You certainly didn't mean me, did you? Do you know how hard it is to find a good plumber these days? What's that behind you? I'm not trying to pull a fast one on you. It looks like a whole. The whole town is headed this way. And don't eat me. My Yodel Yodel. You spit that plumber out. How did we know you were here? We followed your horrible sound. That's how we knew you'd say that. So we brought the one thing that could defeat you, Steve. Unleash the Gregorian chant in physical form. That Gregorian chant in physical form is lovely. It's like the end of a headache. Put on a jaunty scarf. What's gonna happen, Steve? The only thing that can happen. A sentient vocal choice. Battle royale for our plumber. But also for the soul of our town. Yodel Chet. I hope you're both ready. We'll start at the sound of the bell. Where'd he get that bell? He used to be a boxing ref. On your mark, get set. Wow. They're battling. This is impossible to describe. It is, but try anyway. Okay. It's as if a swarm of butterflies was combating a garbage tornado made of broken glass and old wet koosh balls. Or a beautiful box kite dance Battling a community of naked mole rats that's offensive to naked molecules. Oh, rats. I'd say it's like a smattering of daisy petals caught a warm summer breeze. Then started kickboxing. The seven foot embodiment of the way it feels when you get lemon juice in a paper cut. That is. Yeah, right. Right. The Gregorian chant's got the yodel round the middle and it's giving it the Heimlich. Looks like the yodel's about to cough up the plumb. I'm okay. Hooray. Let's get this young plumber to a doctor. But now we've got an even bigger problem. What's that? With our plumber in the hospital. Who's gonna finish my guest bathroom by Sunday? Yes. Who will finish the guest bathroom by Sunday? Oh, the humanity. The horror. The horror. The end. You live it. And now Lee speaks with the author. Hello? Hi, Molly. It's Lee from Story Pirates. Hi. So, Molly, you wrote the story of the plumber and his hideous yodels. Can you tell me how you came up with it? Well, it was actually a school sign where you had to use some vocabulary words, and there was a bunch of different ones. I chose the words lead, hideous, and yodels because when I saw the words hideous and yodel, I just immediately thought, it's a yodel that came to life. So for people who might not know, can you explain what yodeling is? So it's like a type of singing where you mostly just say the word yodel. How does it sound when you do it? Yodele hee hoo. That was really great. Oh, thanks. The idea of a sound becoming visual is so interesting and creative. How did you come up with that? Well, When I heard of the words hideous and yodel, I kind of imagined this creature that looks kind of like a fart cloud with, like an angry face drown on it. And I also kind of imagined, like, have you heard of the movie Gremlins? Yeah. When they turn evil, that's kind of how I imagined the yodel to look like, too. Can you think of other sounds that would be interesting to see come to life? Maybe like a pop song or a soda can opening? What do you think a soda can opening would look like? I don't know. I kind of imagine like a guy who rides a skateboard. That's very cool. And what about a pop song? What do you think that looks like coming to life? I kind of imagine it being like a girl who really over accessorizes. So I think your story is so original. Do you have advice for anyone who wants to write a story that has things in it that no one has ever thought of before? Well, the hardest part of writing is definitely getting started. So sometimes if I'm having trouble getting started, it's just nice to come up with, like, one object, one place, and one, like, character and kind of build a story around that. That's an amazing activity. It's kind of like the one that your teacher gave you with the vocabular. Larry. Yeah. And did you get to share this story with your class? Yeah, my teacher liked it and we kind of all shared our stories that we made, so other people made some really nice stories as well in my class. I think sharing stories is one of the most fun things that you can do, especially when you work really hard on them. It's nice to show people what you've done. Well, Molly, I'm so glad that you shared your story with us too, because I love it so, so much. Oh, thank you. It was fun to share a story. Thank you so much for putting my story on the show. You're so welcome. Bye. Bye. Bye. That's it for today's episode. Thanks for listening. And a huge thanks to today's authors, Maxwell and Molly. Before we go, here's today's story. Spark kids, write us a story that includes at least three of the weird words that, you know, like Molly did in the last story with Hideous and Yodel. All you have to do is choose your weird and funny words and then see if they inspire a story idea. As always, grown ups can submit stories@storypirates.com See you next week. Bye. The Story Pirates podcast is a production of Gimlet Media, executive produced by Lee Overtree and Benjamin Salka. This episode was produced by Sam Baer, Mike Havilon, Chad Chenai, Peter McNerney, Andrew Miller, Megan O', Neill, Lee Overtree, Jonathan Roberts, Jasmine Romero, Rachel Winitski and Nimini Ware. Recording sound design and mixing by Sam Baer at the Relic Room in New York City. Our theme song was written by Bobby Lord, arranged by Brendan o' Grady and Jack Mitchell, produced by Brennan o' Grady and featuring the beatboxing of Caleb Mullady. Our head writer is Rachel Winitski. Staff writers are Mike Kavilon and Mahayla Lawrence. Contributing writers are minsui Karami, Peter McNerney, Megan O' Neill and Lee Overtree. Special guest, Harvey Shachina. This episode features performances by Erik Osman, Marion Brock, Ryan Chittapong, Maydell Clarice, Langston Darby, Sasha Diamond, Chris Ferry, Eric Gerson, Nick Kanellis, Leslie Karine, April Lavalle, Peter McNerney, Jack Mitchell, Megan O', Neal, Lee Overtree, Austin Sanders, Rachel Winitsky, Ted White, Nimini Ware, Marion Yasufu and Matt Zambrano. Musical scoring by Jack Mitchell. Musical scoring for the Boy who Mailed Himself to Australia by Eric Er. Songs from the Boy who Mailed Himself to Australia by Minsui Karami. The Johnny Blobfish theme song has music by Jack Mitchell, lyrics by Mike Cavilon and was produced by Jack Mitchell. Wham. This Whole Time has music by Jack Mitchell and lyrics by Lee Overtree and was produced by Jack Mitchell. Additional music production on the Boy who Mailed Himself to Australia by Eric Erson. Additional music production on the story of the plumber's hideous yodels and the Johnny Blobfish show by Jackson. Well, well, well. That was a weird episode. At least we figured out that the Blobfish was behind everything. Nobody else was involved. That much is clear. Cut. That's a wrap on today's episode. Wait a second. Baby with a mustache? What are you doing in that director's chair holding a movie camera? Oh, little. Who's been making things kinda weird? It was baby with a mustache this whole time. Who's got facial hair but not a beard? It was baby with a mustache this whole time. She's a baby and she's shady. I guess what we're saying is that maybe, maybe baby, maybe baby, maybe, maybe maybe. This week's episode was so weird. Cause it was baby with a baby with a baby with a baby with a baby with a mustache this whole time. And I made sure that Sparky was adopted by a wonderful loving family. I don't get it. You don't have to get it. Lee wasn't Sparky the dog played by Peter. What are you talking about? Sparky was its pet. Sparky was Peter. Oh, no. Do we miss him? Are we okay with this? No. No, we're not. We're not. You're not. I'm not okay with it. You're not okay with it. All right. I'll be right back.