Sausage Party: Foodtopia (2024) s01e03 Episode Script

[vibrant orchestral music]
Foodtopia ♪
[upbeat music]
[indistinct chatter]
[Jack] Why'd you cut my toe off?
I'm glad you asked.
That's a very smart question.
Just testing out how quickly you're
gonna burn.
We don't want it to be too fast.
We also don't want it to be too slow.
- But you see that?
- [crying]
Turns out you're gonna burn just right.
Aah! Please, you don't have to do this.
Come on, man. You hear how excited
everyone is down there?
That's 'cause of you.
[high pitched voice] It's Burning Man!
We're gonna burn a man.
- [foods chattering]
- We can't disappoint them.
I really gotta hand it to you guys,
building an entire music festival
around this bozo's death,
it's very inspiring stuff.
Plus, it's a great way
to showcase new talent
and, more importantly, my vocal range.
Oh, wow. You're gonna sing?
You know, I don't know if you know this,
but I can carry a tune myself.
[chuckles, clears throat]
Rosemary lemon drops, panko and butter ♪
Mixed greens and Corn Nuts
make my heart flutter ♪
- Okay. Thanks, toots, we'll be in touch.
- Frank, did you hear that?
He's gonna he's gonna be in touch.
I might be in the big show.
Now, Barry, make sure
you don't light this putz up
- before my emotional crescendo.
- Copy that.
- And how will I know when you hit it?
- When your little beef nub busts au jus
all over your
fancy little shoes, that's when.
I look forward to that.
Woo-oo-oo ♪
Dough-Bread-Meat-Pho Soup-Lasagnnnaaa ♪
Okay, I think I've heard enough, A Dill
- [A Dill sniffles]
- because you are going to Burning Man.
[squeals] Oh, my goodness!
[laughs] Thank you! Thank you!
- Okay, great.
- [A Dill laughs]
Next up, Megan Thee Scallion.
[hip hop beat plays]
[booty wobbles]
How many more auditions we need
to get through?
Okay, let's see here,
we have, uh, Pruno Mars, Celine Dijon,
Machine Gun Jelly, Boy Porridge, Corn,
and Pita Ora. [echoes]
[Celine sings] I just have to admit
that it's all coming back to me ♪
Okay, look, here's the thing, Katy.
I can't be around any pitas or lavash
No flatbreads of any kind, okay?
This show is about celebration and escape.
I We don't want to feature imagery
that reminds anyone of the only food
to ever feel like home to me. [sobs]
- So sorry, hon. You're dismissed.
- [Pita whimpers]
Okay, that's better.
So, wow, she's still going, huh?
I could watch this all day.
- [Megan screaming]
- Oh, my God!
[foods screaming]
- What the hell is that?
- [foods clamoring]
- [squawks]
- [foods screaming]
Ah! Go away!
How does it stay in the air so long?
Aah!
[clamoring continues]
- Oh, no, no.
- [squawks]
[Frank and Brenda panting]
- Ah!
- Oh!
- [distant scream]
- [grunting]
[gasping]
You tellin' me there's things other than
humeys that eat us? This is fucked.
I know. This is gonna ruin
Sammy Bagel Junior Presents Burning Man.
Mark my words, that man will burn.
[dramatic music]
- [bird squawking]
- [foods clamoring]
- [bird squawks]
- [panting]
[grunts, continues panting]
[grunts with effort]
[grunts]
[dramatic music continues]
[squawks]
- Yes, Barry, yes!
- Kill it, Barry, kill it!
But also, be careful.
- [squawks]
- [wind whistles]
[grunts]
[music continues]
Where's the entry point?
How am I supposed to control this thing?
Hot dog.
- [bird farts]
- [Barry screams]
[Frank and Brenda] Barry, no!
- [gasps]
- [bird squawks faintly]
- Clever girl.
- [squawking continues]
He's okay. That was so gross,
but-but he's okay.
- [bird squawks]
- How are we gonna stop this thang?
- [snores]
- [squawking in distance]
Ah! No. Oh, no.
Those are the first winks of sleep
I've had since the apocalypse.
Well, wakey-wakey, asshole,
we got a new problem for you to solve.
Either you tell us what that thing
picking us off one by one is,
or I start picking off
those eyebrow hairs one by one.
No, no, no, no, please.
They'll grow back so weird.
Then start talkin'.
Okay, I know what that is.
But, uh, before I tell you,
I'm so thirsty. Can I have some water?
- Oh. Oh, no, no. Is water alive?
- [scoffs]
I've seen water bottles walking around,
but, okay, what about normal tap water?
Uh, like, does life begin
when it enters the bottle?
- [sighs]
- And what part's alive?
The bottle or the water inside it?
I'm sorry. I don't get your rules.
This is so frustrating for me.
You must understand.
Our rules are simple, ya fuckin' moron.
You're embarrassing yourself.
You want to quench your thirst?
You quench our problem first.
[bird squawks in the distance]
[Frank] All right!
We know how to stop this thing.
But we need everybody's help.
[bird squawks]
[suspenseful music]
- [bird squawking]
- [panting]
Hey, remember me?
You shit directly in my face.
- [dramatic music]
- [bird squawks]
Come to Barry, you squawky fuck.
Now!
[squawks]
[bird squawks]
[cheers]
Woo-hoo-hoo!
[foods cheer]
Yeah!
Hey, up top. That was a great idea.
It wasn't our idea. It was his.
- Oh, that was Turkey's baby?
- No, damn it! Move, Turkey.
- [gobbling]
- It was his.
[Jack] Help! Help!
You got more advice from the humey?
Oh, my God. And you made me
unwittingly compliment it.
Ooh, Burning Man is back on, baby.
Uh yeah, about that.
Is it really the smartest decision
to burn this guy alive
now that he saved us twice?
Let me make sure I'm hearing you straight.
Are you suggesting we shouldn't burn him?
Like, at all?
I think Frank is saying maybe
we should just delay burning him, right?
Yeah. Yeah, just a little.
Just delay it until we have
a better handle on things.
Exactly. Who knows when the next random
thing will pop up that we can't solve.
I could've solved
that flapping sky monster thing.
- It just shit in my face.
- It's called a bird.
I'm not calling it that.
Look, Gum died.
We needed some info in a pinch.
I was fine with that,
but it's a slippery slope.
Soon you're gonna wanna use this humey
for every little problem that crops up.
Not for every problem,
just the random, inexplicable ones.
We don't need him.
At the first sign of trouble
you wanna run back to our oppressors?
Did we not topple their whole society
in a comically short period of time?
- We did.
- And did we or did we not tear down
all stigmas around
both fucking and sucking?
Yeah, yeah. We did that too.
Then have some
goddamn pride in your species.
Have some faith in yourselves.
This is our time, not theirs.
He burns tonight.
- [cheering and applause]
- [Sammy] Welcome to the show.
You know, my name,
of course, is Sammy Bagel.
It's my pleasure to introduce
the first food group of the evening.
Put your tiny hands together
for the Talking Breads.
[to the tune of "Burning Down The House"]
Our toast it is both brown and golden ♪
Oh butter ♪
Don't spread it on our faces ♪
We were once bread
then exposed to heat ♪
It turned us into toast ♪
Pumpernickel, sourdough ♪
There's so many types of loaves ♪
Focaccia, ciabatta ♪
Marble rye, baguette, brioche ♪
Which bread do you like the most? ♪
Maybe it is a challah ♪
[Julius] Having trouble seeing the show?
You're in luck.
Pretty great view from up here.
[excited chattering]
And all I ask is that you give me
a little something-something in return.
Oh, I get it.
You want me to eat that big orange ass?
- My what?
- Your asshole.
The gaper you got hangin'
off your bedunk there.
Ah! So it is.
A tempting offer, but
I'm actually more interested
in that sweet ol' mouth pearl you got.
[distant crowd chatter]
[grunting]
How do they know how to play music?
None of this makes sense.
[grunts, moans]
[song continues]
All right, we're all set.
The fire's going to travel up
this here string to the top of the hill,
set the curtains on fire,
revealing the humey
Who, as it turns out,
will also be on fire.
- [chuckles] It's genius.
- [Barry] Woo-hoo!
Well, there is no getting through to that.
Okay, I do not feel great about letting
our only source of information die.
What if he doesn't?
Okay, you already have my heart,
but now you have my attention.
You and me,
we know what's best for Foodtopia,
and killin' this guy, that ain't it.
We need to put a stop to this.
Wait, are you really suggesting
we blatantly go against Barry's wishes?
I mean [stammering]?
So, what about our wishes?
- Our wishes don't count?
- Yeah.
- Don't you want your wishes to count?
- Yeah.
- Then, you know what, here's what I say.
- Yeah?
We're There's two of us.
So how come his wish
overrides our two wishes?
Yeah. Wait, he has Sammy. That evens out.
No, what that does, is it makes it a wash.
It makes it a wish wash.
Okay, well, who does a tie go to
in the event of a wish wash?
I think we both know it goes to us
because we are the ones looking out
for the betterment of Foodtopia, okay?
This'll be all right.
Barry will come around,
and he'll see we're doing the right thing.
But ideally, honestly,
he will never fucking find out about this.
Right? Okay, I'm with you. But, yeah, it's
gonna be really bad when he finds out.
- Yes, but he won't find out.
- No, he won't.
- But I'm with you.
- But he won't find out.
[Brenda] Oh, I think it would
be very bad if he did.
["Macarena" plays]
I am just a little dancin'
piece of macaroni ♪
I am not spaghetti
or penne or rigatoni ♪
I am not lasagna
or a fat slab of bologna ♪
I'm Macaroni ♪
- [band music continues]
- [crowd chatters]
I am not spaghetti
or penne or rigatoni ♪
I am not lasagna
or a fat slab of baloney ♪
I'm Macaroni ♪
Have you ever seen a macaroni dancin'? ♪
Who's a hunk and he deserves
a second glancin' ♪
All my crust is enticin' and romancin' ♪
I'm a fancy macaroni ♪
I am just a little dancin'
piece of macaroni ♪
[dramatic music]
I'm macaroni ♪
[crowd cheering]
[Frank] How the hell are we
gonna pull this off?
We can't just untie him.
Everyone will see the humey's missing.
Frank, remember back at Shopwell's when a
when a food got chosen off a shelf,
someone would come by and immediately
replace them with the exact same food?
Yes, I obviously remember that.
And that is a lovely walk
down memory lane,
but I really think we need to focus
on how the fuck we're gonna
[gasps] Oh!
I heard from two leeks
you went off to date her ♪
You're not a meat, you're just a tater ♪
[cheering and applause]
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Olive-ia Rodrigo, everybody.
Oof, I would not want to be
the tater that wronged that olive.
[indistinct chatter]
[Brenda and Frank grunting with effort]
- [groans]
- Shit, shit, shit.
We need to hurry. How are we supposed
to move this thing?
Maybe we could pilot one
through the cockpit like Barry did?
- How? They're all dead.
- I don't know.
Oh, maybe one of them has
a little juice left in it.
- You know, we don't need it to go far.
- Worth a shot.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[gasps] Nothing. A dud.
[continues grunting]
All right, all right, all right.
Now's the moment
you've all been waiting for.
My show-stopping performance
coupled with
the ceremonial lightning of the humey!
- Oh, shit.
- Shit, Sammy's grand finale.
We gotta hurry. [grunting]
[groans] Old hunk o' junk.
[human groans softly]
Wait, did you hear that?
[heavy breathing]
[dramatic music]
[raspy inhale, heart beating]
I think we got a live one.
- [Brenda] Yes!
- [Frank] I'm going in.
[muffled] I'm going
I'm doing it! I'm in there.
- [stammering] Is he going?
- No, no.
No, nothing yet, but keep going, honey,
you've got this.
Move your hands around.
Just start grabbin' things.
- [coughs]
- That's it, Frank. Come on!
- [Frank grunting]
- [blows air]
Yes! Now get up in there
and make me proud.
[breathing, gurgling]
- [coughs, sputters]
- [Brenda] Yes!
[triumphant music]
Shit! [grunts]
It's moving! [grunting]
I think I'm doing it!
[music fades]
[crowd chatters]
[knuckles crack]
- [cymbals crash]
- [tune of "We Didn't Start the Fire"]
[audience cheers]
[cheering and applause]
Bag of flour, bag of chips ♪
Creamy mushroom, tub of dip ♪
One tomato, two potato
Yellow brick of cheese ♪
Eggplant, chocolate bar
Berry jam in a jar ♪
Watermelon, apple, lemon
Frozen bag of peas ♪
We're gonna start a fire ♪
What a thing of beauty
When we cook a humey ♪
We're gonna start a fire ♪
Shit, we don't have enough time.
Then I'll buy us some.
Meatloaf, parmesan
Sweet relish, Grey Poupon ♪
Mozzarella, mortadella ♪
- Cinnamon sticks ♪
- [gasps]
Cauliflower, cantaloupe
Jumbo sized licorice rope ♪
Beef jerky, turkey
And assorted trail mix ♪
We're gonna start a fire ♪
What a fun occasion
For the food persuasion ♪
Brenda, you are good.
You are goddamn good.
- [Sammy continues singing]
- [human sputters]
Rosemary, thyme and sage
Sammy's on the center stage ♪
Your attention fills my hole ♪
- Hey! Keep your eyes on me ♪
- Huh?
We're gonna start a fire ♪
What a fun occasion
for the food persuasion ♪
- We're gonna start a
- What the fuck?
Psst! The flame's out.
I gotta relight it.
Can you improv a couple more verses?
Hey, does a beet leave your junk red
after you fuck it?
Can o' tuna, can o' beans
Cauliflower, mixed greens ♪
Yellow mustard, pie custard
Bagel from the bin ♪
- Yeah!
- Soda pop, cough drop ♪
Hey, check out that muffin top ♪
Rum, whiskey, bottle gin
Can't forget the pumpkin ♪
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy
Wait, is it "hallow" or "hallowed"?
Oh, fuck. Uh uh, okay.
Hail Mary, son of a bitch!
Okay. What-what are the words?
I can't remember any prayers!
I'm going to die a sinner!
- [Frank] Not today.
- Huh?
[grunting]
- [gasps]
- [coughs]
Oh, no, the bath salts
are melting my brain.
- [gasping for air]
- Oh, it's you.
- Did you bring me water?
- What? No.
- [gasps]
- Brenda, I'm almost in place.
Oh, we gotta do this now!
[chuckles]
[song continues]
- [Brenda grunts]
- Huh?
[drumming continues]
[groans]
[grunting] Prop him up.
[Jack] Who is that guy?
Can I have his shirt?
[song continues]
- [Frank] Right ball!
- [wheezes]
Whoa!
[Frank] Left ball.
- [Brenda grunts]
- [man wheezes]
Whoa!
- [grunts]
- [Jack moans]
- [gasps]
- [audience cheers]
Wow!
Frank, curtain's up!
[shrieking] Hot, hot! Hot fire, hot fire!
[Frank grunts]
No! Little hot dog!
You don't have to go in my [screams]
[Jack shouts painfully]
[Sammy sings]
The humey is on fire ♪
We can hear him searing
While the food is cheering ♪
As the flames lick higher and higher ♪
Everybody's watching me
It's all about the Sammy ♪
[audience cheers]
- Yeah ♪
- [crowd chants] Sammy! Sammy!
This is great! Frank, Brenda, get up here.
[cheering continues]
[audience chants and chatters]
Frank? Brenda?
[grunts, groans]
Aah!
Will you watch it?
Wow, this guy's a klutz!
[groans] I'm not in control of this.
Oh, oh. [slurps, then moans]
Barry made this look a lot easier
than it is. He's like an ass savant.
[groans]
I can't thank you enough
for saving me back there.
They say fire's
one of the worst ways to go.
- [Frank grunts] We did it.
- [suction noise]
Yeah!
[triumphant music]
We did the right thing, right?
Yeah, definitely. Right?
[Jack] Oh, absolutely.
I mean, you two should feel really good
about yourselves right now.
[stomach rumbles]
Look, I feel a bit awkward
saying this to food,
but I haven't eaten in a long time.
I'm not gonna be much help to you
if I starve to death.
So, uh, those talking breads
sounded pretty tasty.
[sinister music]
So did the macaroni.
I'm not picky.
I'd eat any of those musical acts.
I don't want to be greedy.
I'm not asking for the headliner.
I know the bagel's your friend.
An opening act, a roadie. Anything.
You two can make the call.
So, what do you say, huh?
[dramatic music]