Sausage Party: Foodtopia (2024) s02e06 Episode Script

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-[explosion]
-[vibrant orchestral music playing]
Foodtopia ♪
-[tense music playing]
-In closing, with the amount of produce,
carbohydrates, and protein
in this town alone,
we will be able to keep
our humans nourished for months.
[Trish] That, coupled with Frank's
knowledge of the town layout,
will make this one of our
most successful fuel missions ever.
No, we can't do this!
[council laughing]
-Oh, good one, Frank.
-No, seriously, we can't do this!
[laughing continues]
Oh, doubling down on the joke.
You know, that's bold comedy,
and it paid off.
Trish, you're the empath!
"Em" us a path! Preferably to peace!
Frank, I thought you'd be on board,
considering how you've been
speaking of your old town.
Rice, you've been keeping the minutes,
can you read back?
Quote, "Those dipshits exiled
the only smart food they had.
-What a bunch of dipshits." End quote.
-Okay,
I was a little bitter they exiled me,
but they don't deserve to die, right?
[clears throat]
Thought I'd get a couple nods there.
Nothing?
Okay, what if we just picked
a different town to invade?
That area there, that looks like
a more fun place to massacre?
We already did. And it was.
We started this council
so everyone could have a say.
Why don't we put it to a vote?
Perfect, great. And let us really vote
with our consciences this time.
All in favor of killing every food
in Frank's home town
to nourish our humans
and maintain the status quo.
[council]
Aye!
-Mm-hm. All opposed?
-[Frank gasps]
-[Sherman] The ayes have it.
-Aw.
[Sherman]
The mission will commence in two days.
[footsteps quickly recede]
-Frank. Sorry, not sorry, as it were.
-[dramatic music playing]
Frank, I sense that your soul is troubled.
I'm going to recommend a book to you,
Written by Chicken Soup,
from Okra's Book Club.
I know this is hard,
but I'm sure you'll come around.
[music swells]
[gasping]
Barry!
Barry! Barry!
-I don't know who I am anymore.
-No time!
New Foodland is planning
on invading Foodtopia in two days.
What? How did that happen?
How did they even know where it is?
I know! That's a good question
that I didn't think you would ask,
and so I don't have a great answer for.
What were you talking about before?
You're having an identity crisis?
Let's go back to that.
You told them, didn't you?
What the fuck, dude?
Okay, I fucking told them,
by accident! I was venting!
I thought it was just a harmless vent.
You know how I vent!
So in other words, you fucked up big time.
Go on, admit it. Go on and say that.
Barry, is this really the time for that?
We have a lot of stuff to do.
We got to get Sammy and Jack
and haul ass
back to Foodtopia to warn them.
Oh, will you fraught oafs relax?
I got great news,
and I got even better news.
Which one do you want first?
-I guess the better news?
-Don't care, hurry up,
deliver information.
I'm not going back to Foodtopia,
and neither are you.
What are you talking about?
You fraught oafs.
I'm premiering my movie tomorrow.
[trumpets playing]
[Frank] Who cares about
your movie right now, Sammy?
Everyone does, Frank. And, you know,
once New Foodland sees my four hour
epic about the triumph of the food spirit,
they will not invade Foodtopia,
or harm any food ever again.
Sammy, bless your sweet, leavened heart,
that is the most naive thing
I've ever heard. We need to go!
Jeez, listen, you're brutes,
you're mouth breathers.
You think only war
and violence creates change?
-[camera shutter]
-Art, my friends,
that's what changes us
on a cellular level, you will see.
-We won't see because we're going!
-Sammy, you are wasting your time!
Oh, no, you're wasting your time, bub.
Yeah, you know what? Go! Get!
Run away like
the little weenies that you are
and miss the biggest night of my life.
But I'm staying.
I'm staying 'cause it's the braver choice.
And that, my friend, is sharing my art.
Hey, those are for premiere attendees only!
[Frank] Fuck you, we're taking it!
[jazzy music playing]
[heavy panting]
[Jack snoring]
[whispering]
We need to lift his fleshy eye doors.
[whispering] No, no, no.
That'll frighten him.
He'll wake everyone up.
He always screams
when I randomly force him awake.
He likes when I do this.
[blowing softly]
-Frank, you're here!
-Shh! Shush! Shush.
[Jack]
Oh, I wish I had known.
I would have requested a bath
and worn my formals.
I was beginning to think
you forgot about me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great. Fine.
Don't worry about it. Good news?
-We're busting out of here, pal!
-What? No. What What? Why?
I'll explain more on the road,
but Foodtopia's in trouble.
We have to move now. So pack your stuff.
Do you have stuff?
Whatever. If you got it, pack it.
Actually, now that
I think about it, don't!
Just leave your stuff. Let's go!
Frank, hold on. You
You wake me up in the middle of the night
with "Special Breezes"
and tell me that I'm leaving?
I can't leave. They killed
the last guy that tried to escape!
I don't know if you heard me,
but we need to go save Foodtopia!
Those foods hated me.
They all wanted to kill me.
They whispered it to me all the time.
Foodtopians didn't care about me.
Why should I care about them?
You know, I don't think any food
from that town actually cared about me.
I'm I'm talking about you, Frank.
That last part was about you.
-Jack, c'mon, I care about you.
-Do you?
This is the first time you've visited me,
and it's only because you need something.
That is not, uh, entirely true.
I can't believe I'm getting pushback,
I thought you'd be on board with this!
"Oh, don't need to check up
on my dragon until I need his dragon body
to be a dragon somewhere
that calls for important dragon work."
I got news for you.
I'm not your dragon anymore.
I'm a horse.
Well, then giddy up
or whatever gets you going.
Come on, we don't have time for this!
Barry, get inside and pilot him out.
Frank, he he doesn't want to go.
I'm where I belong, with my people.
It turns out my people are people.
These are your people?
These are food eaters! They're murderers!
They accept me, they don't lie to me,
and they certainly don't tie me to trees
and force feed me scalp meat.
You had no intention of integrating me
into your food world, did you?
Yeah, no shit, you're a human!
How could you be food?
With an open heart
and a little imagination!
You were just using me this whole time.
I don't think you ever really loved me.
Well, I regret loving you. I regret us.
No, you don't, I'm the best thing
that ever happened to you.
All right,
let's take it down a notch, guys,
this is starting to feel pretty petty.
I'm the one with the regrets, not you.
I regret everything more than you!
Remember when I bent myself into a U-shape
-to gently teeter-totter on your balls?
-Yeah?
-Regret!
-[gasps] All right, okay.
Well, remember when you shoved
your gloved finger in my pee hole?
Yeah, I pretended to like it,
but I didn't actually like it.
I just knew that you liked it.
Okay, we get it, we get it.
You both engaged in horrific acts.
Let's move on to the next part
of the fight here.
-I'm out of here.
-Well, then I guess this is goodbye.
Oh, it is goodbye.
Until I see you on the battlefield,
where I'll have no choice but to kill you!
[gasps] Well, then I suppose
I'll have no choice but to eat you.
I'd like to see you try.
You don't have the fucking stomach.
[dramatic music playing]
-[heavy breathing]
-[music intensifies]
[Jack makes distressed sounds]
[echoing]
You don't have the fucking stomach.
[grunts in rage]
[growling]
-[wails and sobs]
-[music climaxes]
Oh, wow. Diving right in,
okay, well, this is good!
This is how the healing begins.
Remember to chew. Breathe when you can.
Uh, do you want any condiments
or to cook those?
They're salted with my tears.
[cries, chews]
[somber music playing]
[Barry, in a French accent]
Au revoir, Dijon.
The fuck took you so long?
Why do you look so wistful?
No reason. I'm not wistful.
[Frank]
Well, we should probably get going.
It's going to take fucking
forever without Jack.
All we have is this dumb gift bag.
-[dramatic music playing]
-[both gasp]
-[motor revs]
-[Frank grunts]
[tires squeal]
[engine roars]
[tense music playing]
[grunts]
[farts]
-[burps, exhales]
-So how are you feeling?
[stomach rumbles]
I don't know if inhaling
37 uncooked franks err, hot dogs,
-was the best introduction back into food.
-No, it was. At least symbolically.
I'm proud of you. You stood up to a food
that had a very unhealthy hold over you.
[Dijon]
Saddle up, now.
Barry and the other sausage
have deserted us.
A crime punishable by death.
-[gasps]
-[Jill] Copy that.
[hydraulic hiss]
Don't worry, Jack. Dijon will make me
make it extra painful for them.
[big band music playing]
[indistinct chattering]
-[crowd shushing]
-[microphone taps, feedback]
[Sammy] What makes a film?
Is it the catharsis of pathos?
Is it a charming lead?
The interplay of light, emulsions,
and cellulose? No.
The answer is bravery.
But, Sammy,
how is it brave to make a film? Hm.
It's a good question,
if, grammatically, a little pedestrian.
The answer? To illuminate this film,
I went inside myself.
I wrestled with my demons, I cuddled
with my fears, spooned with my doubts,
-I did a reach around on my soul.
-[microphone feedback]
And when I came back out,
I was ready to use all of my experiences
to chip away and sculpt
the marble slab that has now become
A Revolution's Revolution:
The Revolutionary Tale of the Revolution.
[crowd cheering and applause]
[grand music playing]
[bombing]
[indistinct yelling]
-Mama?
-Shh, shh!
[Sammy] It wasn't the loud noises
that I remember the most.
It was the quiet.
The quiet within the loud.
[sounds of war]
[tires squeal]
-What are you doing? What is it?
-It's Dijon.
[sarcastic chuckle] Of course she knows.
-How do you know it's Dijon?
-I feel it in my cartilage.
[tense music playing]
[Barry]
How foolish I was to underestimate her.
[Jill panting]
It won't be long before she finds us,
has her way with us.
She'll probably snap your neck instantly.
But me? [chuckles]
She'll take her time with me,
surely savor the kill.
You're kind of saying it
like you'd enjoy it?
-Maybe part of me will, Frank.
-Stop scaring me! We need a plan.
[chuckles] Frank, she's the greatest
food warrior of all time.
No one can stop her,
she can't be bested, 'cause she's perfect.
Focus up, horn dog. I got something.
[tires squeal]
Wild berries! We know you're out here,
ever watchful over your woods!
Know! A humey approaches! Attack!
Heggenah yub jub!
Heggenah yub jub!
Heggenah yub jub!
[heavy breathing]
-Whoa! Doux-doux, bijou!
-[tense music playing]
[rustling]
God, this is so hot, right?
That we're just, like, watching.
I guess.
[branches rustling]
[wild berry yells]
Here we go.
-[tense music playing]
-[berries yelling]
[Dijon and Jill grunt]
[wild berries]
Heggenah yub jub! Heggenah yub jub!
Heggenah yub jub!
Time to make jam!
Do not improvise!
[screaming]
What the fuck.
[Jill] Die, die, die!
[weakly]
Heggenah yub jub
[tense music continues]
So this is love.
Stop being so enamored with
the food that's trying to kill us!
Now let's go!
-[car engine revs]
-[tires squeal]
[suspenseful music playing]
[door squeaks open]
-[gasps]
-[dramatic sting]
[Sammy]
We were their nourishment.
A tasty treat.
The gods we worshipped
were our destroyers.
I was afraid to fight.
But we didn't have time to be afraid
and that's what scared me most.
Your body will serve as an aid
in a distraction plan, dead cheese.
-And for that, we thank you.
-[horn honks]
Follow these tracks Dijon,
you flawless angel.
[tense music playing]
All right, let's keep moving.
It's all on foot from here.
[bird caws in distance]
-[birds cawing]
-[gasps]
-[bird caws]
-[Frank] Aw, fuck!
[both yelp]
-[gasps]
-Run! Zig-zags, do zig-zags!
[both yelling]
-[Barry grunts]
-[Frank] Oh, no
[panting]
-Get in!
-[yelps] No, I'll throw up in there.
[birds cawing]
-[Barry grunts]
-[gasps]
[grunting, yelps]
Oh, it smells so bad What are these?
-[gags] Pumpkin fetuses.
-[gags]
[Jill grunts]
[tense music playing]
[birds cawing]
-Hee-haw!
-[grunts like a horse]
Well, looks like
we're stuck together again.
[groans] Yeah, this is so gross.
If we just had Jack,
we wouldn't be in this
fucking pumpkin's birth canal right now.
Can you believe that guy?
I don't know. I thought
you were a little harsh with him.
-What?
-You didn't think anything he said
had some truth to it?
Like you using him or his feelings?
-Uh, no.
-I was with him in New Foodland, Frank.
I saw how hurt he was
and how much he'd ask about you.
It's clear that he cares about you
way more than you care about him.
And I think you've known that for a while.
Is it that hard for you to admit
that you didn't treat him right?
Whatever, you don't know
what you're talking about.
I know exactly what I'm talking about.
Back in the package,
you treated me like a little brother.
And I was in a way, I looked up to you.
Then after I was chosen
and we were separated,
I had to grow up fast
without you holding my hand.
I did that, but you never noticed.
We fought side-by-side
during the revolution,
and you still treated me
like a little brother.
You don't listen to me, man.
And-and after all I've done!
And look where we are right now,
I just saved your life again!
Dijon may be trying to kill me,
but at least she treats me like an equal.
What more do I need to do
to earn your respect?
-Barry, I
-[whispers] Shut up! Shut your mouth.
You're seriously going to say all that
and not even let me respond?
[tense music playing]
She found us.
What? Oh, God, we're so fucked!
She's going to catch us,
and we'll be punished by the council
in some weird, intellectual way
I don't understand.
-Like, we'll have to
-[Barry grunts]
[Frank] I can't even think of something!
That's how much smarter they are than me!
They put me at a loss for metaphors!
Ugh, I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out!
-[Frank hyperventilating]
-[Barry grunts]
Help me roll this thing
towards those dead foods.
[both grunting]
-[birds cawing]
-[Barry and Frank grunt]
Now!
[Frank yelps]
-We need ingredients.
-To make what?
A daring escape.
Now go grab that dead Vinegar!
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
-[groans in disgust]
-[Barry grunting]
[Jill panting]
-[Barry] Here's its scalp.
-[yelps]
Once all of Vinegar's bodily fluids
are in Soda's body,
you need to screw his scalp
back on before he fizzes over.
[Frank]
This has been such a traumatic day.
-[Barry] Now!
-Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!
Au revoir, Barry, I've got you now.
And I've got you, Frank!
This is for what you did to Jack!
Come on, have I really
been that bad to the guy?
[Barry grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[Barry grunts]
-[whistling sound]
-[gasps]
-[rumbling]
[Frank gasping]
[Jill gasps, grunts]
[Frank yelps]
[both grunt]
[Frank groans]
Did it work? Are we safe?
[Jill growls]
For now.
[somber music playing]
[Sammy] The fighting was necessary,
but was the death?
Why can't war exist without death?
Who makes these rules of life?
Can they be changed?
[sobs] I swear, I never do this.
[Sammy]
If we're not eaten, are we not food?
And if the sun is a star,
then what are stars, exactly?
[dramatic music swells]
[applause]
[crowd cheering, whistling]
[Sammy] No, no, stop it!
[cheering continues]
Well, you know, I have so many people
to thank, and so much to say,
beginning with delving further into
every bit of subtle symbolism in the movie
that you might have missed.
Now, for instance,
the young juice box in the red,
that was meant to represent
-[microphone feedback]
-Hello? We're not at the Q&A portion yet.
-Give me the mic.
-Hey, no!
-Give the mic to me!
-It's my moment! [grunts]
[sighs] New Foodland, I've just
received word that Frank and Barry,
who we so graciously welcomed
into our beautiful community,
have deserted us to warn their old town
about our impending fuel mission.
[crowd gasps]
What? I-I can't believe they did that.
I'm in total shock, you know?
I mean, they certainly didn't tell me.
We have to assume Foodtopia
will be expecting us.
Without the element of surprise,
we need to roll out with our full arsenal.
War is upon us.
[crowd murmuring]
[Sammy] But my film!
Remember the theme of food unity?
You were all so moved.
I mean, don't you feel differently now?
No, not at all. Hated it. Fell asleep.
It was a movie. It's fine.
But you did offer us a foundation
for the geographical layout of Foodtopia
that will surely help our offensive.
-Thank you.
-Are you saying my movie
didn't make things better?
It made things worse?
Well, that depends on whose
perspective you're viewing it from.
From ours, your movie
definitely made things better.
From your friends in Foodtopia,
yes, it made things much, much worse.
Oy vey, what have I done?
[tense music playing]
You still taking me to the afterparty?
[intercom] Attention foods. Don't forget
to grab weaponry.
Remember your training.
This is not a drill.
[dramatic music playing]
You're a strong, capable, and born killers.
[Sherman]
Seatbelts.
[engine roars]
I'm sorry, Jack.
I tried to get revenge on Frank,
but the greasy B-word
slipped through my fingers.
But maybe it's for the best.
If anyone should kill him, it's you.
[weakly] Yay.
[Sammy screaming]
[dramatic music playing]
[triumphant music plays]