Speed comes into the room eating fries.
Speed: What this is like is one of my favorite episodes of course I'm gonna do something like this.
Big City Greens and Me
Chapter 4
Blue Tater
Dillon and Dally were in their room playing videogames stuffing their faces with fries.
Dillon: Get ready to meet your maker Dall Storm.
Dally: Nothing you can do Dilinator.
Dillon then reaches into the bowl to find out their fries.
Dillon: Oh man, we're out of fries.
Dally: I'll just go ask mom for more.
She then leaves before coming right back.
Dally: Yeah almost forgot that she and Molly went to the dentist.
Dillon: Well I'm sorry… for the dentist.
Dentist
Molly was seen looking at the dentist teeth.
Molly: You've been eating too much sugar haven't you.
Dentist: Yeah…
Dillon and Dally
Their stomachs start to growl.
Dillon: Well we're gonna die.
Dally: Preach it brother of mine.
There was then a knock on the door and Dillon and Dally walked and opened the door before a paper flew in their faces.
Cricket: Dillon, were about to make a food truck and we're gonna need your help.
Dillon: Wait, you're making a food truck, why?
Cricket: Why not!
Dillon: Well that's all I need to hear so what you are selling.
Cricket: Fries!
Dillon and Dally had stars in their eyes and they imagined swimming in fries.
Dillon: Ok Cricket no time to lose!
He then grabbed Cricket's hand and ran to the elevator before Dally got in front of them.
Dally: Wait I wanna come to.
Dillon: I don't know Dally it can get really crazy really fast.
Cricket: Yeah when you're around the Greens you have to have a lot of courage.
Dally: Hey I dealt with Dillon for my entire life.
Dillon: Hey!
Dally: I think I can handle this stuff.
Cricket: Ok less talking and going.
He pushes Dally and Dillon in the elevator.
Dillon/Dally: And to the sweet sweet fries.
The doors the closed and the scene changes to Cricket and the twins arriving at the house.
Cricket: Dad I brought some help!
Dillon: Hey Mr. Green.
Bill: Hey Dillon oh who are you again? Dally right?
Dally: Yup that's me Mr. Green.
Bill: Well thanks for your help.
Cricket then brings them to the back yard where Dally met Tilly.
Tilly: Oh hi I'm Tilly
Dally: Dally.
They both wave at each other before Cricket grabs hold of some potatoes.
Cricket: So who is ready for an old fashioned tater tug!
Dillon: Do you mean potato?
Cricket: Dillon, you gotta have the farmer slang.
Dally: Come on Dillon lets go pick some taters.
Dillon rolled his eyes and went to work. They used multiple ways to get the potatoes out of the ground. Ways like using a fishing rod, using a fishing rod as a catapult, holding hands and making yourself in a drill (Dillon and Dally), even just using their hands to pick it.
Cricket then was pulling at another tater when he went out it revealed a blut tatater.
Cricket: Gotcha! What the…?
He laughs a little seeing a blue potato.
Cricket: Hey Dillon come look at this blue potato!
Dillon comes over to the blue potato.
Dillon: Wow I have never seen a blue potato before.
His mouth then started to water.
Dillon: And it looks so good to eat.
Alice: Cricket, Dillon dont touch that!
Dillon with stars in his eyes grabbed the potato when Alice came and knocked it out of his hand.
Alice: What's the matter with you boy?!
Dillon: Um… the deliciousness of potatoes.
Cricket: I don't know a lot so stuff I guess!
Alice: AInt you two heard of THE BLUE TATER!
Cricket: Wha?
Dillon: Well if the blue tater is good ima gonna eat it.
Dillon reaches for the potato but gets dragged back by Alice.
Alice: Boy haven't you heard of the curse that haunted county folk for years!
Dillon: Well your country folk, im from the city so…
He jumps from Alice and rushes to the potato but Alice tackles him and ties him up.
Dillon: I just wanted some blue french fries…
Alice: Now boy I'm not trying for you to get that misfortune on yourself. Whoever possesses a blue tater is cursed! Cursed!
Dillon: Um thanks Mrs. Green but I do usually believe in curses or any supernatural thing but this seems a bit far fetched.
Alice: You better be boy, whoever comes in contact with the blue tater. It's done terrible deeds to anyone who even crosses its path. That spud is bad news, Cricket! You've brought great misfortune to us all.
Dillon rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Dillon: Thats dumb.
Cricket: Ah, don't be ridiculous, Gramma. It's just a potato. But if it makes you feel better…
He tosses it over his shoulder and right where Dally was where she was talking to Tilly.
Dally: So he Tilly how is my brother doing when he comes here?
Tilly: Oh he's just fine, he's brave, adventurous, friendly, cute… wait what did I say.
Dally narrows her eyes and gave Tilly a 'I know what you just said" face.
Dally: Dont worry Tilly your secret is safe with me.
Tilly: What secret?
Dally: Yeah keep telling yourself that.
Dally went to go pick more potatoes when she slipped on the blue tater and it went flying. She caught a glimps at it as it went sailing bck to Cricket and had starts having stars in her eyes.
Dally: Blue french fries…
With Cricket the blue tater hits him on head.
Cricket: AHHHH! The blue tater! Oh no it came back! The curse is real!
Dillon: Cricket it's not a curse now untie me so I can have some blue french fries.
Dally: When he meens him he mean we.
Dally comes over and grabs the blue tater and licks her lip.
Dally: Oh am I gonna enjoy you~
Alice then tackles her and ties her up with Dillon.
Cricket:What do you do? How do we break the curse?
Gramma: We need to prepare a special ritual. I need snake venom, dirt from my fresh grave, and sour cream. I have the first two in my purse, but your sister keeps eating all my sour cream, which I need for my taquitos!
Tilly: What's that, now?
Cricket: Uh, can't we just destroy it?
Alice: Nooo! If you destroy it, the curse is permanent! You'll have bad luck for the rest of your life! Hey, where'd it go?
The blue tater has disappeared.
Cricket: (gasps) It's gone!
Dally/Dillon: Awwwww. I want some french fries.
Front Yard
Bill is whistling to himself as he brings the potatoes and the blue tater to the truck.
Bill: Alrighty then.
Cricket: Dad, Dad, Dad Dad! B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-blue tater!
Bill: Oh, yeah! (chuckles; picks it up) Looks pretty stupid, huh?
Cricket: Don't touch it, it's cursed! It'll melt your skin off, and then your eyeballs will fall out, and then your blood will curdle into cheese!
Bill: Aww, Gramma's been filling your head with nonsense again. There's no such thing as bad luck. (pokes him) Besides, I need every potato available to make fries. (kisses it)
Cricket: Ugh...don't kiss it!
Bill: (closing the trunk) Anyway, quit your worrying, and check out the new and improved Green Family food truck!
(Shows the Kludge has a french fryer and fridge in the trunk for making the fries. On board is an outlet with cords plugged up for them to work.)
Bill: It was easy. Just put a bunch of my kitchen appliances in my truck. I even thought of the perfect name for it: "It's French Fries". (closes the door) See?
Dillon and Dally now untied coming in with more potatoes.
Dillon: Looking good Mr. Green.
Dally: Yeah it's like an open food truck.
Bill: Aww thanks kids.
Cricket points at the twins
Cricket: Yeah, she's pretty pretty dangerous! This whole thing is a death trap! (points to the fridge) This could fall on someone! (points to the fryer) This could burn someone's face off! (picks up a salt shaker) And this could...um... (shakes it) Get in your eyes and sting 'em!
(It does just that; they turn red and tear up.)
Cricket: AHHHHHH! The curse is real!
Dillon: Oh good grief, Cricket the curse isn't real if it was i would have found a blue potato-
Dally: Tater.
Dillon: Tater and ate already so no one can get bad luck or so i can have a taste of what blue french fries taste like.
Dally: Yeah but it would've been me who ate it.
Dillon: (Gets in Dallies face) Says who?!
Dally: Say me!
Bill grabs the two.
Bill: Stop fighting you two as long as im here im the boss and Cricket i don't want to hear anything about this course business.
Bill: Not. One. (calling out) Ma! Tilly! Time to go! It's french fry time!
As Cricket whimpers in fright, Bill gets into the truck while Tilly comes over.
Cricket: Tilly, wait! (Gets out) Tilly, you're my favorite sibling. I can't let you go to the food trucks.
Dillon: Wait isn't Tilly your only sibling.
Cricket: Not now Dillon.
Dillon gets back in the truck.
Tilly: But I wanted to eat tacos and smell the diesel.
Cricket: Oh, sweet sister, (grabs her cheeks) it's too perilous!
Tilly: Hmm...I'll use my lucky coin to guide me. If it's heads, I go. Tails, I'll stay.
She flips it and it lands on heads.
Tilly: Guess I'm goin'! Thank you for decidin' my fate, lucky coin.
Cricket whimpers in defeat.
Alice: (comes over) All right, boy, listen up! I got a plan. Once we're at the Food Truck Round-Up, I can get some sour cream to complete the ritual.
Cricket: But until then, what do we do about the curse?
A horse whinny is heard.
Alice: Boy, it's up to you now to protect this family, now chop-chop! (gets in the truck)
Bill: Everybody in!
Cricket: (nervously forcing a smile) Alright, everybody ready for a safe and uneventful ride?
Dillon squints eyes suspicious of cricket
Bill: Uh...sure, I guess. Food Truck Round-Up, here we come!
Cricket: Okay, just wait one second! Are you buckled in? Is this... (pulls Alice seatbelt) tight enough?! Here Dally let me see yours!
Dally just scooted closer to Dillon.
Bill: Cricket, would you sit down, please?! Whoa!
The Kludge was still in reverse making it crash into the porch.
Bill: Oh, must've put it in reverse. Weird, I've never done that before. (sighs) I can fix that later. Not gonna let this get us down!
Cricket: (to himself, contemptuously) The curse... (moans worryingly)
The Kludge drives onto the street and away.
Dillon and Dally were just thinking on how much fries they're going to eat when they got to where they needed to go.
Dillon/Dally: (wondrously) Sweet, sweet fries…
Cricket: Gotta keep my eyes peeled for any danger.
Ahead of the truck is a pothole in the middle of the road.
Cricket: Oh no, a pothole! LOOK OUT!
Cricket then takes the wheel.
Bill: What are you - ?
The truck swerves back and forth as the family and the twins scream and it crashes into a lamppost and steams.
Bill: Cricket, we've been through this a hundred times when I'm driving, you (slams on the horn) DON'T! GRAB! THE WHEEL!
He pops the hood.
Bill: All right...not too bad...we can still make it to the round-up...
Dillon appears with some toolbelt while Dally was wearing a handywomen dress.
Dillon: Dont worry Mr. Green will get this puppy back on the road in 10 minutes or less.
Dally: Our dad thought us all we know to fix a car
Bill: (smiles) Thanks kids- wait where did you get those tools and change clothes so fast.
Dillon/Dally: Don't worry about what we'll be done in time.
A knife is flung into the engine.
Dillon: Or not...
Bill: Ack! Ugh, what now?
It came from Cricket in the trunk.
Cricket: Okay, that's it for the knives. What's this here, now?
He looks at the bag and finds sauces.
Cricket: Sauces? Too dangerous!
He tosses them off board as Bill and the twins come over
Bill: (comes over Whyyyyyyy?
Cricket: For safety, Dad! (holding the blue tater) We can't predict when bad luck will strike, but if we stay on guard for the rest of our lives-
Bill then grabs the blue tater from his
Bill: THAT'S IT, BOY! Dillon, Dally back in the truck.
The twin get back in the Kludge as they fight over it until they let it loose and Cricket tumbles back.
Cricket: Whoa-oa-oa!
He bumps into the fryer, causing it to fall off and spill the deep fry. Bill steps on a tube of mustard.
Bill: Whoaaaaaaaa! (falls into some ketchup and mustard on the street) Oof. Aww, my delicious, homemade honey mustard. (a flock of pigeons start eating off of him) OW! OW! AH! AH! AH-AH! EEK! OW! NO, NONONONO! AGH!
Keys: (comes right over) Hey! Shoo! (the pigeons fly away) Leave this man alone!
Bill: Whew! Thanks, officer.
Keys: No problem! I noticed you were in a no parking zone. Here's your ticket! (hands him one and leaves)
(Bill starts fidgeting and straining in realization; he crumbles the ticket and looks at the blue tater.)
Bill: THE CURSE IS REAL!
In the truck the kids here Bill freaking out about the blue tater.
Bill: Oh my gosh...I'm cursed! I'M CURSED! Forget the Food Truck Round-Up, my life is being destroyed by an EVIL POTATO!
Cricket: Oh, man. I made Dad go crazy. (falls off his seat) All this happened because I'm cursed! It's that tater's fault!
Dillon: Cricket quit it with the dang tater!
Tilly: This is all your fault.
Cricket:That's really understanding (realizes) Wait. Come again?
Tilly: Cricket, why did Papa hit the porch with the truck?
Cricket: The tater!
They then heard a buzz and saw Dillon and Dally holding buzzer
Dillon: Don't mind us keep going.
Tilly: Nope. It's 'cause you distracted him. And why did he hit the telephone pole?
Cricket: The tater!
Another buzz and Dally gave him a thumbs down.
Tilly: No, that was you, too. And who wrestled Papa, got him covered in sauce, attacked by pigeons, and in trouble with the law?
Cricket: THAT DARN - Hmm. Nope, I guess that was me, too.
Then there was ding as Dillon nodded his head
Tilly: Cricket, we aren't controlled by luck. For instance, ya know my lucky coin that always comes up heads? I just glued two pennies together.
She turns the coin revealing it's just two pennies glued together heads up.
Tilly: We make our own luck.
Cricket: Okay...maybe you're onto something.
Dillon: Wait does that mean all the times we used that coin for bets you were cheating the whole time.
Tilly: (She shuses him) Dillon, were having a moment.
Back outside, Bill lies against the back of the Kludge, blue tater in hands.
Bill: Okay, potato. What do you want from me?! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! (Cricket takes it from him) Huh? Cricket!
Cricket: You leave my dad alone! I'll deal with you later, tater. (tosses it away) Hmmph!
Bill: Hey, what are you doin'!? Trying' to upset the potato!?
Cricket: You've put too much into this truck for us to give up now! Curse or no, I ain't ready to quit!
Bill: But we can't fight the curse!
Cricket: Well, that's why we won't fight back, we'll push back!
He starts trying to push the Kludge; it doesn't even manage to go anywhere.
Bill: Aw, come on! You can't push the truck by yourself!
Cricket kept on pushing tho as Tilly and the twins come out of the truck.
Tilly: Well then, let's give him a hand.
Dillon pulls out a headband.
Dillon: (Deep voice) Lets rock.
They join in pushing as Bill watches smiling
Bill: Well, all right!
Bill then gets in position.
Bill: Ma, keep the truck in neutral!
Alice: Yeah, yeah, I'm on it! Let's do this!
All five manage to push the Kludge up the hill nearby with all their might. Two guys in a tow truck watch.
Steve: Uh, should we help them?
Pat: No! They don't need us! They're a family workin' together. They could overcome anything.
After more pushing they reach the top and stop to take a breath. A guy on a bike passes.
They all cheered in victory and Tilly and Dillon hugged each other before realizing what they are doing before separating and blushing. Dally just gave them a sly grin
Cricket: Yeah, we made it to the top! And look, the Food Truck Round-Up is right there!
Down the hill is a parking lot where the Round-Up is taking place.
Cricket: I guess it's all downhill from here.
He leans against the Kludge, causing it to roll downhills.
Cricket: Whoa!
Dillon: And D=down it goes.
Bill: THE TRUCK!
Cricket: Don't worry. Gramma's steerin'.
Alice: No I'm not!
She is standing next to them.
Alice: I got out for the hug! But I guess I missed it!
Dillon/Dally: No the fires!
Cricket looks aside and sees a stray shopping cart next to a pile of trash and he takes it out.
Cricket: Guys! C'mon, jump in!
Dillon: I like your thinking.
Dillon takes out his skateboard from behind.
Cricket: How did you…
Dillon: No time Cricket1
The Kludge rolls downhill as the Greens and Dally roll after it in the cart basket, yelling in fear while Dillon is riding on his skateboard.
The Kludge passes through Dan's Deep Fryers, Novelty Signs, and goes through the car wash and it now resembles a true food truck.
Cricket: Whoa! The truck looks great!
Greens/Dally: Oooooooooh...AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Dillon: Whooooo
The Kludge ends up jumping off a hill of dirt from roadwork ahead.
Pink worker: The truck! It flies?!
Brown worker: No, it fries! It french fries!
They also jump off the dirt the Kludge flips through the air, as they yell in fright. Dillon uses it as a ramp and does some tricks in the air. Dally shakes her head while Tilly just has stars in her eyes watching him.
Food Truck Round-up
The Kludge lands in an empty space at the Round-Up, the Greens landing in its trunk as both are unharmed.
Cricket: Wait where's Dillon?
Dillon makes the landing in potatoes as his head pops out.
Dillon: Biggest! Jump! Ever! Man I love this family!
Cricket: Hey, look! We made it to the Round-Up!
Bill: Our luck really turned around!
Cricket: Nah, we made our own luck.
He looks at Tilly and Dally, who winks and nods
Blue boy: You guys do french fries? So cool. I love fries. Can you feed me some yummy fries?
Cricket: Oh! Uh...yes! Comin' right up sir!
He reaches down and grabs a potato peeler and...the blue tater, which he notices.
Cricket: Oh, uh…
Alice then comes up with a bucket of sour cream
Alice: Cricket wait! I stole this sour cream! We can remove the curse! Don't destroy, or you'll be cursed with bad luck forever!
Tilly: It's just a potato, Cricket. Soon to be a french fry.
Dillon: (Rubs his hands) A delicious one at that
He stares at the blue tater in his hand, completely pensive. Alice flinches nervously, as does Bill, but not Tilly who is stern with her decision and Dillon and Dally lick their lips in anticipation. Their customer is just confused.
Blue boy: Uh... (nervous chuckle) What...?
Cricket raises the peeler high above his head and slices the blue tater with it as the view cuts to black…
A Few Minutes Later
Dillon and Dally were seen stuffing their faces with fries enjoying every last.
Dillon: I love fries so much.
Dally: Even the blue fries taste so good I bet they give you good luck.
Dillon: Maybe.
As they were stuffing their faces with more fires other people wanted some more fries too and business was booming.
Offscreen male voice: HEY! Who took my big old bucket of sour cream?!
The End
Speed was seen eating a bucket full of fries.
Lizzy: Yeah… this is why he decided to add the twins' love for fries.
Speed: (muffled) Hey look like them to.
Lizzy: Yes, yes I do now give me some.
Later Speedsters
