*The film follows a one-of-a-kind kinkajou named Vivo, who spends his days playing music to the crowds in a lively Havana square with his beloved owner Andrés Hernández. Though they may not speak the same language, Vivo and Andrés are the perfect duo through their common love of music. But when tragedy strikes shortly after Andrés receives a letter from the famous Marta Sandoval, inviting her old partner to her farewell concert in Miami with the hope of reconnecting, but he passed away before he even got to the concert. Now it’s up to Vivo to deliver a message that Andrés never could: a love letter to Marta, written long ago, in the form of a song. Yet in order to get from the Everglades to the distant shores of Miami, Vivo will need to accept the help of Andrés’ grand-niece Gabi Hernández – an energetic tween who bounces to the beat of her own offbeat drum.
* * *
[bongos drumming]
[flute playing]
[lively music playing]
Asere, ¿qué bolá?
Croquetas frescas!
[indistinct chatter]
[street organ plays]
Are you ready, Vivo?
[Vivo chitters]
Okay. Let’s get to work.
♪ Hey, ladies and gentlemen The show is right this way ♪
♪ Right this way ♪
♪ Hey, we have prepared for you A dazzling display ♪
♪ Right this way ♪
♪ So gather ’round, my friends And here we go ♪
♪ Presenting the one and only Vivo! ♪
Is this thing on?
Gather ’round. Gather ’round. Let’s go!
[blows nose]
♪ Okay, attendance is low But this is just a hiccup ♪
♪ Once we begin our show Business is gonna pick up ♪
♪ We’re two blocks from la casa It’s not a new scene ♪
♪ This is our spot in the plaza Check out the routine ♪
♪ Ladies and gentlemen I am Vivo the kinkajou ♪
♪ What’s a kinkajou? ♪
♪ Baby, I think you’re ready To learn a thing or two ♪
♪ Watch me swing as I sing at you Every single thing I can think of ♪
♪ To make you scream, whoo! ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo le lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ Lai le lo lei ♪
That’s Andrés. He sings…
[both] ♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo le lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ Lai le lo lei ♪
♪ You and I, we are one of a kind ♪
♪ Keeping time, every time ♪
♪ Oye! We are a part Of a time-honored tradition ♪
♪ Of timing and precision Your finest two musicians are top-notch ♪
♪ As we hopscotch the competition The clock is tocking and ticking ♪
♪ I’m rocking this clave rhythm Now watch ♪
♪ As people drop their dollars and pesos We do this all day ♪
♪ Every day, so dame un beso ♪
♪ Give me a kiss, mwah! ♪
♪ Be right back Now watch this ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo le lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ Lai le lo lei ♪
♪ You and I, we are one of a kind ♪
♪ Keeping time, every time ♪
♪ Okay, you may be thinking ♪
♪ “What’s a kinkajou doing Playing music in Cuba?” ♪
♪ “Don’t you usually live In the rain forest?” ♪
♪ Maybe I fell In a shipping crate as a baby ♪
♪ Next thing I knew, I was somewhere new I wasn’t singing the same chorus ♪
♪ All I remember was being hungry And running from somebody even hungrier ♪
♪ Chasing me up this very tree ♪
♪ But guess who came To the rescue with his tres? ♪
♪ Andrés, yes And he blessed me with his melody ♪
[plucking guitar]
Where did you come from, chiquito?
[Vivo chitters]
[Andrés chuckles]
Ah! You really love music, don’t you?
♪ Come down from the tree ♪
♪ You can stay with me ♪
♪ Mmm, but what will your name be? ♪
[Vivo chitters]
You’re so full of music and life, and I have the perfect name for you.
♪ Vivo! ♪
♪ And if y’all like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ Right along like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ Yeah, if y’all like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ It’s Vivo I’m faster than your average cat ♪
♪ And if y’all like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ Right along like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ Yeah, if y’all like that Won’t you pass the hat? ♪
♪ Yeah, I’ve adapted to my habitat ♪
♪ You and I, we are one of a kind ♪
♪ Keeping time ♪
♪ Keeping time ♪
♪ Right on time ♪
♪ Right on time ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Lo le lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
[crowd] ♪ We all like that So we pass the hat ♪
♪ Right along like that So we pass the hat ♪
♪ You and I, we are one of a kind ♪
[crowd] ♪ They are one of a kind ♪
♪ Keeping time, every time ♪
♪ Right on time ♪
♪ Lai lo lei lo lai Lo lei lo le lo le lai ♪
♪ Lo lai ♪
♪ Right on time! ♪
[crowd cheers]
[Vivo] And that, friends, is how you do it in Havana, Cuba.
Precision, timing, not a moment out of place.
Because even though Andrés and I might not have spoken the same language, when it came to music, we became so in sync that, well, we finished each other’s musical phrases.
Ooh! [chuckles]
Good show as usual, Vivo. Are you hungry?
[chirps]
Do you want a croqueta?
[chirps]
Maybe mangoes?
Ooh!
[Andrés laughs]
Somebody likes mangoes.
[lively music playing]
[Vivo] You might look at us and think, “Those guys got a perfect life.”
And you’d be right.
That is… until the letter came.
¡Oiga! Señor Andrés.
[car horn beeps]
[arguing in Spanish]
[arguing continues]
[men exchanging pleasantries]
Okay.
Hoo. [sighs]
[chuckles] You… [panting]
…have a letter.
Muchas gracias, Montoya.
[sighs]
Hmm…
[chitters]
[Vivo giggles]
[Andrés chuckles]
[gasps] Marta?
[chitters]
But how?
Marta? Who’s Marta?
“Mi amor, Andrés…”
“Mi amor”? Who’s Marta?
“What words can I write in a letter after being separated for so many years?”
[Marta] “As I prepare for retirement, I have been flooded with memories of the beautiful music we once made together.”
“I don’t know if you can forgive my silence since we separated all those years ago.”
“But nothing would mean more to me than for us to sing together again.”
“My farewell concert is June 16th at the Mambo Cabana in Miami.”
[Vivo chitters]
[Andrés]”If you are there with your tres, I’ll know you feel the same.”
“I hope it’s not too late. Amor, Marta.”
I can’t believe it. Marta Sandoval!
Did you say Marta Sandoval?
Marta’s final show?
Hold up, hold up, hold up. Who’s Marta?
[man] You’re going to Miami?
No, no, no, no. We go from the apartment to the plaza.
That’s our commute, two blocks.
[woman] You have to go, Andrés.
You can finally perform in Miami together.
What? No! This is where our audience is.
I cannot go to Miami. I’m an old man.
Yeah, great point. Know your limits.
Come on, everyone. Chip in. ¡Suelta el billete!
[chitters]
Andrés y Marta. Qué romántico.
Uh, let’s not get carried away.
[indistinct chatter]
Who’s Marta?
Hello?
Hey! Who is Marta?
[Andrés] Mmm.
[grunting]
[blowing]
[gags]
Ay…
[sneezes]
[Vivo] Oh. Wait. This is you?
I assumed you were always an old man.
So you guys were like a duo?
[Andrés] Marta, ay.
She was the toast of Havana.
She had the most beautiful voice in all Cuba.
And, uh, she was also the love of my life.
But I never told her how I felt.
Everybody knew that she would be a big star someday.
♪ Mi canción ♪
[crowd applauds]
[Andrés] One night, after another sold-out show, I knew that this was my moment.
I had finally found the courage to tell her how I felt.
But just then, we were interrupted by a promoter from the United States.
He offered Marta a chance to perform at the Mambo Cabana in Miami.
Marta was floating on air.
[chuckles] Her dream was finally coming true.
And, uh, at that moment, I realized that if I told her what was in my heart, she might not follow her heart.
So, I kept my feelings to myself and said nothing.
[wistful music playing]
[inaudible dialogue]
[Andrés] Without her, Havana was empty.
I was too.
All my love, all my sadness, I put it into a song.
[guitar playing]
It was a song too painful to play.
A song Marta would never hear.
Here it is, Vivo.
The last song I ever wrote.
[vocalizes melody]
Wow. She never got to hear it.
That’s so sad.
But now, my friend, I have the greatest gift in the world.
A second chance!
Second what now?
We are going to the Mambo Cabana!
The Mambo the what what?
♪ There is a place ♪
♪ Many miles away Where the rhythm digs in deep ♪
♪ And won’t let go, that’s how you know ♪
♪ You’ve reached the Mambo Cabana ♪
[gasps]
♪ Your heart will race ♪
♪ Horns will start to play And banish any hope of sleep ♪
♪ This is my chance To share another dance ♪
♪ In the Mambo Cabana ♪
♪ Mambo Cabana, Cabana, Cabana ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, things are moving too fast ♪
♪ We leave the old hometown With this note from the past ♪
♪ No, no, no, no! ♪
♪ Stay home in this life that we’ve made With the songs that we’ve played ♪
♪ Vivo, don’t be afraid! ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
[Vivo screams]
[Vivo grunts]
[Andrés chuckles]
[Vivo] What is happening?
♪ I can see and hear it all, mi amigo ♪
♪ Entertaining in that hall, contigo ♪
What? Wait!
♪ And Marta singing so fine ♪
♪ But the melody she sings is mine Like… ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
Andrés!
♪ La, la, la, la la La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Mambo Cabana ♪
[Marta] ♪ It’s not too late, ah! ♪
[Vivo yelps]
♪ Pa’ la cabana, Mambo Cabana ♪
[Andrés and Marta] ♪ It’s not too late ♪
♪ Pa’ la cabana, Mambo Cabana ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
¡Vamos mañana!
♪ The Mambo Cabana ♪
[Andrés grunts]
[Vivo chirps angrily]
Ha! I can’t believe you’re seriously considering this.
[chittering frantically]
Oh, Vivo, you are excited too, eh?
No! I’m not excited.
We’re not Miami guys. We’re small-town guys.
We’re plaza guys.
Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.
[chittering angrily]
Catch!
[growls]
[giggling]
Hey!
[harrumphs]
[sighs]
Listen, Vivo.
I must deliver this song to Marta.
She needs to know that I love her.
It’s only one song.
[chittering angrily]
[in Spanish] I need you, my son!
Hey, Vivo, where are you going?
Mmm…
[sighing] Ay, Vivo.
What is he thinking? A plane trip to Miami.
It’s been 60 years, and you go all the way there for one show?
For one song?
What difference can one song make?
[guitar playing in distance]
[birds chirping]
[chitters]
[chuckles]
[maraca rattling]
[Vivo exclaims]
What am I doing?
Come on, Vivo.
[uplifting guitar music playing]
[sighs]
[Andrés snoring]
[chuckles] That suitcase isn’t gonna pack itself.
[groans]
[exhales] Okay.
[sighs] Beautiful day to travel.
Good morning.
Look, I’m really sorry about last night.
But I think we…
Andrés?
[gasps]
[wind whooshes]
[panting]
[grunting]
[panting] Oof!
[sighs]
[panting]
[sniffles]
[cries softly]
[melancholy music playing]
Havana lost a good friend in Andrés Hernández.
For years, the sound of his tres filled this plaza and our hearts.
We were all so excited for news that he would soon be reunited with Marta Sandoval.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
[whimpers]
Ay, señora.
Ay, muchas gracias.
My name is Rosa Hernández.
[sighs]
Andrés was my late husband’s uncle.
My daughter Gabriela and I are from Florida.
This is our first trip to Cuba.
[Rosa speaking in background]
Psst. Hey. That’s my mom.
[chirps inquisitively]
My name is Gabi.
You’re Vivo, right?
[chitters softly]
Hey, I know what you’re going through.
I lost my dad too.
[whimpers]
Carlos’s connection to Cuba was a bond that neither time nor distance could ever break.
Unbreakable bonds.
That’s what we got. Family takes care of family, right?
[chirps]
See, you get it. Wait! I got a great idea.
You should come live with me in Florida.
Yeah, we’re going home tomorrow. Come on, get in the bag.
Wait, wait, Vivo. Where are you going?
Are you worried about where you’ll be going to the bathroom?
It’s okay. I got wipes in here.
So I thank you so much for receiving Gabriela and I with open arms.
Gracias, señora.
[sighs] Ahora, amigos, let’s all take this moment to say our goodbyes as we listen to one more song for Andrés Hernández.
[whimpers]
[somber music plays]
♪ You spent your life making music ♪
♪ I thought the songs would never end ♪
♪ Now it’s so quiet ♪
♪ All I wanna do Is play again with you, my friend ♪
♪ You fell asleep humming music ♪
♪ The sun came up, you stayed at rest ♪
♪ Now here I am ♪
♪ All I have left is one request ♪
♪ One more song, just one more ♪
♪ Give us an encore, don’t go away ♪
♪ We still have music to play ♪
♪ Hey! I said one more song Just one more ♪
♪ All that I long for, give me a sign It’s not too late ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
[crowd] ♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ If you live on It’s through your music ♪
♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ A song for someone else to hear ♪
♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ So I’ll take it home where it belongs ♪
♪ One more song, one more song ♪
♪ All I have to do Is sing louder than my fear ♪
♪ I need you here for one more song ♪
♪ Just one more You need an encore, I need to go ♪
♪ Get there in time for the show ♪
♪ Let everybody know There’s one more song ♪
♪ Just one more Time to be strong for the journey ahead ♪
♪ Sing through the doubt Sing through the dread ♪
♪ With a scream and a shout Break through the fear ♪
♪ Like the sun through the clouds ♪
♪ Like you’re still here No crying allowed ♪
♪ I’ll try to get out I’ll try to be strong ♪
♪ Yes, I’m moving on ♪
♪ It’s time for one more song ♪
[recorder playing unmelodiously]
[Vivo] Ah!
[groans] It’s the weird kid.
Gabi, what are you doing?
Just playing a tune.
Maybe Vivo will hear it, and I can take him back to Florida.
Oh, that’s right. She’s from Florida.
Gabriela, what did I say? No more pets.
Please?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
And besides, we cannot take a wild animal on a plane.
Ugh.
[Montoya] Señora Hernández! [panting]
So glad I caught you before you left.
[grunts]
Gabi, mi niña,
we know you love music, just like your Uncle Andrés.
So, we wanted to see you off with a few of his musical mementos.
Vintage maracas! Claves!
Ho ho! Check out this bad boy! [laughs]
Oh, thank you, Montoya. You gave my kid an accordion.
You feeling it, Mom?
[in Spanish] Ah, what a beautiful thing.
[Rosa scoffs]
Music is in her blood.
[Gabi] Cuba! Cuba! I love Cuban music.
[Vivo] Oh!
[gasps] That’s it. Marta, here I come.
[Gabi] What’s up, Cuba? I’ll give you a backbeat.
[beatboxes poorly]
[Rosa] Thank you. Thank you, Gabi.
I’m sure all of Cuba knows you’re here.
Sorry. Guess my playing was a little too hardcore.
Playing? That noise was playing? [yelps]
Ah, bueno. Here’s your taxi.
Montoya, thank you.
¡Gracias, Montoya!
Adiós. Practice that music every day.
[electronic music playing]
Ugh, my head.
I guess traveling is not my thing.
[grunts]
Where am I? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
Okay, 10 a.m. Still have ten hours.
Oh, right. It’s the backpack kid.
Look what I got. Hmm? Hmm?
Are you excited about today?
Oh, yeah, of course. What’s today?
It’s your first cookie sale with the Sand Dollar Troop.
Woot woot!
Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
I’ve taken the Sand Dollars about as far as I can.
[Rosa] Gabi, what are you talking about? You’ve only been to one meeting.
[Gabi] I know.
But it’s time to move on.
[Rosa] Move on?
[sighs] You just started with the troop. You’re still getting to know them.
Ha! Tail never fails.
[yelps]
Please, give them a chance.
Look, I made my resignation video.
Cookies!
[hip-hop music plays]
Peace. We out. Bye.
[cell phone beeps, booms]
Creative.
[Gabi] Wait, wait, wait!
This is the best part. I turned them into zombie clowns.
[grotesquely] Buy my cookies.
Gabriela Maria Rosa Hernández, you are a part of that troop.
They’re counting on you. You can’t just abandon them.
[Gabi] Why?
[squeals]
Pulgita, you can’t keep pushing everyone away.
If you don’t at least try to get along with other kids, you’re going to be very lonely.
Meh.
Gabriela, escúchame. You’re doing this!
I let you keep that… that… that… that purple hair.
You owe me one!
But, Mom, all they ever talk about are selling cookies, getting badges, saving the Everglades.
It’s so boring!
You’re going to the cookie sale. You’re going to take selfies.
And you’re going to have fun and bond!
Now put on the uniform. It’s really cute.
[sighs]
[microwaves beeps]
[gasps]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Coast is clear. Let’s get out of here.
[whimpers softly]
[grunting]
[Vivo yelps]
[accordion squeaking]
[Vivo] Ow! Ow! Whoa! Ow!
[grunting]
Ow! Ow!
[yelping]
It’s fine. It’s just the belongings of your dearly departed great uncle.
Rolling on the floor, all by itself.
Playing spooky accordion music.
[squeaks]
It’s fine. [laughs nervously, groans]
[panting]
[gasping]
[shrieking]
[screaming]
[Vivo chitters]
[giggles]
Vivo, you’re here!
Yup. And now I’m leaving.
You followed me, didn’t you?
[coos]
And you snuck in my bag because you love me!
[squeaks in protest]
I’m so glad you’re here, Vivo.
[gasps] Now I have someone to share my friendship bracelet with.
Best friends forever!
Hey, let go. Paws to yourself.
Hold still.
[Vivo squeals]
Forever’s a long time, kid! I have a song to deliver. [yelps]
[Gabi giggles]
[yelps] Nice meeting you. Peace!
[dramatic music plays]
Are those little gravestones?
Oh, that’s my petting zoo.
Well, it was.
[Rosa] Gabi?
It’s my Mom. Hide.
[Vivo shrieks]
[toys clatter]
‘Sup, Mom? [laughs nervously]
Why did I just find this in the microwave?
I was drying it?
You were dr… [gasps] What is that?
How many times have I told you? No food in the room.
We’re going to attract animals.
Here, take your uniform.
[groans] You mean my invisibility cloak?
Gabi.
I can feel hives coming on.
My throat is getting itchy.
It’s a uniform, not an allergy.
Here. Hurry up and change.
We don’t wanna be late for the cookie sale.
[muttering] Yes, I do.
[sighs]
[Vivo grunts]
Did you see that, Vivo?
She doesn’t get me at all.
[drums bang]
She wants me to wear a uniform just like everyone else.
[guitar strums]
But I’m not like everyone else, because…
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ I had a violin But I wrecked the rental ♪
♪ I play the tambourine And I’m never gentle ♪
♪ See what I mean? That was accidental ♪
♪ But now that we’re a team We’ll be instrumental ♪
[gasps] ♪ Instrumental, ha! See what I did there? ♪
♪ I made a pun, ha! I’m having fun, ha! ♪
♪ I’m never done, ha! ♪
♪ I’m just a one young woman Ba rum pa pum pum ♪
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Extra, extra! Read all about it I’m extra, extra ♪
♪ The kid that the other kids Can’t get next to ♪
♪ I got my own seat on the bus I’ve always been a me, not an us ♪
♪ “You’re at a ten” ♪
♪ “I need you at a three,” ha! ♪
♪ Try that again I gotta be me, yo ♪
♪ I am a ten I gotta be free ♪
♪ And I got a friend We’re a team and we… ♪
♪ Bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum Solo! ♪
[recorder playing enthusiastically]
[in Auto-Tune] ♪ Ha! Now that’s a solo ♪
♪ I’ve always flown solo ♪
♪ I speed up when the world’s in slo-mo ♪
♪ Make it up as I go when I don’t know ♪
♪ And I know I know it seems like I’m lonely ♪
♪ People assume that I’m lonely ♪
♪ Look at this room And assume that you know me, homey ♪
♪ You don’t know me I’m in the zone! ♪
[vocals echoing]
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Bounce! ♪
[giggles]
♪ Bounce! ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce! ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce! ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Where’d you go, huh? ♪
What’s this?
[gasps]
[grunting]
Phew! That girl is a whole lot of something.
[kids laughing]
[neighbors conversing]
[Vivo] So, this is Florida?
[steel drum music playing]
Huh.
Oh. Plastic birds.
Florida’s weird.
Now all I have to do is find Marta.
Come on, Andrés. I need some kind of a sign.
Anything. Point the way. Any sign will do.
[uplifting music playing]
Mambo Cabana.
[man] Excuse me.
Is this the bus to Miami?
Yes, sir, it is.
[Vivo] Perfect. Mambo Cabana, here I come.
♪ Do, do, it’s not too late I’m gonna take the bus right there ♪
♪ Hello, hello ♪ [vocalizing]
Is this seat taken?
[passengers scream]
[woman] It’s a ferret!
Hey! No pets, no critters, whatever you are.
Get off of my bus.
[Vivo grunts]
Not on my watch.
[passengers cheer]
Oh, you like that? I came up with that myself.
[indistinct chatter]
Aw, you are adorable.
Uh, thank you?
Probably tasty too.
[Vivo screams]
[barking]
No! Get away!
[yelping]
[blows raspberry]
[Gabi] There you are!
[gasps] No, no, no, no, no!
I know why you came to Florida. You’re trying to find Marta.
I read Marta’s letter.
Tío Andrés wanted to be at her show tonight, didn’t he?
[chirps]
Are you trying to get there too?
[chitters]
But… but why?
[sighs softly]
What’s this?
“Para Marta”?
Tío wrote her a song?
[chitters]
“Your plane leaves in the morning. Soon the world will see you shine.”
“And I wish I could go with you, but your journey isn’t mine.”
[gasps] You know what this means?
He never got to say, “I love you.”
Vivo, this is really important. Marta needs to hear this song.
And I’m gonna get you there.
[sighs in relief] You are?
Marta’s final show is at the Mambo Cabana in Miami.
We don’t have much time. But don’t worry. I have a plan.
First, get in my bag.
[gasps] Ugh!
Anything for Andrés. Anything for Andrés. Anything for Andrés.
[retches]
But it’s Marta Sandoval’s last show ever!
Come on, Mom.
[Rosa] What?
Miami isn’t that far.
Since when are you such a Marta Sandoval fan?
Since I was born. I’m a huge fan.
Name one song.
Uh, “Despacito”?
Get ready for the cookie sale. I’m not going to tell you again.
[groans]
Don’t worry, I have another better idea.
[Vivo gasps for air]
Does it involve cleaning your backpack? ‘Cause there’s a lot of stuff in there.
Wipes are none of them. I saw no wipes.
Let’s see.
Key West to Miami.
Perfect. This will get us there in time for the show.
[mambo music playing]
Mambo Cabana, here we come.
[in Spanish] ♪ Say present ♪
♪ Say present, that’s it! ♪
[man] Marta, mi amor, I love you.
[woman] Marta!
Señora Sandoval, it is such an honor to meet you.
Muchas gracias.
Right this way.
I can’t tell you how proud we are that you chose the Mambo Cabana for your final show.
Marta.
Is it true that your old partner Andrés might play with you tonight?
One can hope.
[Gabi] Welcome to beautiful downtown Key West.
Step one, bus tickets.
Now, remember, stay in my bag, and if anyone asks, you’re my emotional support animal.
[Troop girls] Cookies!
Cookie sale.
All proceeds go to protecting endangered species.
Oh no, the Sand Dollars.
Oh, Mr. Henshaw. Can I interest you in some Manatee Minties?
Did you know the Everglades are home to 2,000 species of plants and animals?
And 70 of those are endanger… [gasps]
Oh, excuse me. [chuckles] You know that if you buy a Sand Dollars cloth bag instead of using a plastic one, then you won’t have the blood of Mother Nature on your hands.
I’m not a bad man.
I just want a cookie.
[baby crying]
[grumbles]
We gotta get out of here before they see us.
[Troop girl] Hernández!
Oh, hello, blonde one.
Other girls.
Gabi, where’s your uniform?
Yes, we have rules, Hernández. [clears throat]
Only a Sand Dollar in full uniform may participate in a cookie sale.
What?
The cookie sale is today? I totally thought that was yesterday.
But you didn’t show up yesterday either, did ya?
That’s a good point.
I was busy rescuing this animal.
[grunts nervously]
[both] Aw!
What are you doing?
Oh, he’s so cute.
Can I pet him?
No.
Go to town. He loves it.
Look at that face.
Aw!
He’s adorable.
Hey! Stop. This is borderline abuse.
His little ears! Oh!
So fuzzy. What’s his name?
His name’s Vivo. And he’s a possum.
[Vivo grunts]
Gabi, that’s not a possum.
[scoffs] That’s a kinkajou.
A very rare South American tropical rain forest mammal, aka the honey bear.
The honey bear? Never heard it, but I’ll take it.
His eyes look a little cloudy.
His coat is kinda mangy.
Has he seen a veterinarian?
Uh, sorry, what?
[scoffs] Gabi, there are rules to be followed.
For his own safety, he needs vaccinations and a week of medical observation.
A week?
[chittering]
Yes. Isolated from other animals. Didn’t you read your Sand Dollars manual?
Oh, yeah, the week. We did that.
Oh, good. Then you wouldn’t mind showing me his vaccination certificate?
Yeah, I’ll get it right now.
It’s in the trunk of my bike.
[gasps] No, no, no, no.
[chirps] Uh-oh.
Time for plan B.
Wait a minute. Bikes don’t have a trunk, right?
You know, I’m starting to think she doesn’t have a certificate.
Yeah, you think?
Girls, we’ve got us a Sand Dollar gone rogue.
Move out!
[up-tempo music playing]
[chirps anxiously]
Change of plans. We’ll catch the bus at the next stop.
Pull over, Hernández!
Oh no.
Surrender the kinkajou!
Don’t worry, Vivo. I’ll lose them.
But what about the bus? The plan was the bus.
[tires screech]
Well, that didn’t work.
Come on, Vivo. Get back there and shake ’em off.
Ha! Take that. How fun is this?
And this should not be in a child’s backpack, but here you go!
Hey! Oh, no, you didn’t.
Oh, there’s the wipes. Ha!
Stop! You stop right there, you little… Ah!
Huh.
Haha! Take that.
[screams]
He’s dousing himself with chemicals!
[gasps] It’s a cry for help. Gabi, give us the kinkajou!
[tires screech]
Ah!
Mr. Henshaw!
You drove here?
You live two blocks away!
Shame on you!
[both] Shame.
You’re in over your head, Hernández. Give him up!
[drawbridge signal dinging]
Vivo, hold on tight.
We’re gonna jump it!
What?
[Gabi] Yeah! Woo-hoo!
All right, Miami, here we come.
Ah!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
[Gabi] Huh.
[drawbridge creaking]
[Vivo screams]
[foghorn blares]
What have we done? We’ve allowed that poor, defenseless creature to roam free in a world where he surely won’t survive.
So, back to the cookie booth?
Cookie booth? Uh, no!
It’s our duty as Sand Dollars to rescue him.
Eva!
Yeah?
We’re gonna need your dad’s boat.
[gasps, coughs]
[panting]
The song. Where is it? Where is it? Where is… where is… where is…
[gasps]
[blows, sighs]
Ah. Still in one piece.
Okay, where are we? Where is that bus?
[foghorn blares]
[gasps]
[echoing] No!
[gasps]
[Gabi] Whee!
Sand angels!
Vivo, you should really try this.
[laughs gleefully]
[exhales]
Look at me. I’m a cat. Meow, meow.
Ugh. I gotta get off this boat.
Hey, Vivo.
[screams]
I know we missed the bus, but don’t worry, I have a plan C.
If we take a shortcut through the Everglades National Park, we can make it before the show.
[fanfare plays]
Okay. New plan. Let’s see.
Hmm.
Ha!
[grunts]
Ha!
Whoa, Vivo, we’re so in sync.
Just like a mind meld.
[alarmed hooting]
[pops, squeaks]
[bubble pops]
[bicycle bell chimes]
Oh man. I thought it could hold it.
[angry muttering, screams]
Mind meld? If we had a mind meld, you’d be panicking, because that was our ticket to Miami.
Now we’re stuck on this giant boat headed in the wrong direction.
We couldn’t be more out of sync. This is what “in sync” sounds like.
[mimicking rhythmic drums]
This is you and me.
[making discordant drum noises, blowing raspberries]
[angry screeching]
We have totally different definitions of the word “plan.”
To me and other rational people, a plan revolves around the Five P’s.
Proper Planning Prevents Poor Performance.
But you, your plans are just bad impulses.
What are you doing?
Ta-da! Sometimes you gotta improvise.
[clip springs, clinks]
Yeah, that will never float.
And the journey begins now!
[screams]
It floats. It actually floats.
Oh!
[Gabi] Heads up.
[Vivo chitters angrily]
[Gabi grunts]
Give me a sec. [grunts] Don’t want to pull a hammy.
[exhales] Okay. Ready, Vivo?
Woo-hoo!
And she missed.
[laughing]
I missed the boat completely.
[chuckles]
Did you see that, Vivo?
Hysterical. [grunts]
[chirps]
Marta, here we come!
[Vivo squeaks triumphantly]
[Gabi’s voice mail] You have reached Gabi’s robot.
Leave a message. Beep.
Gabi, I keep texting you. Please call me back.
We’ve talked about this.
[in Spanish] ♪ Say present ♪
♪ Say present, that’s it! ♪
No, she wouldn’t.
She would.
[sighs]
Carlos, I could really use your help right now.
‘Cause she gets this from you, you know.
[calm music playing]
[birds cawing]
♪ The plan was get to a bus ♪
♪ Next thing you know, the two of us ♪
♪ Are floating, drifting somewhere new ♪
♪ She said we’d take a shortcut ♪
♪ I’m trying to be a good sport, but ♪
[Gabi] Whoa!
♪ I don’t see how we make it through ♪
♪ Remember the size of the world before ♪
♪ It was you and I, just you and I ♪
♪ And now the horizon holds so much more ♪
♪ And it’s do or die ♪
♪ Yeah, it’s do or die ♪
♪ All I can do when the road bends ♪
[animals screeching in distance]
♪ Is lean into the curve ♪
♪ And all I can do When the tank’s run dry ♪
♪ Is see what’s in reserve ♪
♪ And all I can do When the plans break down ♪
♪ Is stay on my feet ♪
♪ And all I can do ♪
♪ At the end of the day is play on ♪
♪ Play on ♪
♪ And keep the beat ♪
[frightened whimpering]
Hey, Vivo.
Are you scared?
You know, my dad used to sing to me when I was scared.
So did Andrés.
Hey! We could sing Marta’s song. That would cheer us up.
[rapping] ♪ I am here Just on another shore ♪
♪ Always in your corner ♪
♪ Watching you soar ♪
[beatboxing poorly]
[imitating drums]
[groans quietly]
Drumming’s in my blood. I could teach you if you want.
You’re gonna teach me how to play drums?
Here, Vivo.
Check this out.
Try a simple beat.
[drumming poorly]
[chuckles] That thing you’re doing is noise. Observe.
[drumming rhythmically]
Wow. You learn quick.
I must be a really good teacher.
Uh-huh.
Follow my lead, kid.
[plays drumroll]
Whoa! This sounds good.
Yeah, I see, uh, potential.
Raw talent.
[both drumming rhythmically]
[Gabi laughs]
Come on, Vivo.
Let loose, grandpa.
Grandpa? Could a grandpa do this?
[drumbeat intensifies]
[Gabi laughs]
Oh, yeah, Vivo.
Woo-hoo!
♪ Remember the size of the world before ♪
[both] ♪ Now it’s you and I Just you and I ♪
[Vivo] ♪ And now the horizon Holds so much more ♪
[both] ♪ And it’s do or die ♪
♪ Yeah, it’s do or die ♪
♪ All I can do when the road bends ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ Is lean into the curve ♪
♪ And all I can do When the tank’s run dry ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ Is see what’s in reserve ♪
♪ And all I can do When the plans break down ♪
♪ We wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ Is stay on my feet ♪
♪ And all I can do ♪
♪ At the end of the day ♪
♪ Is play on, play on ♪
♪ And keep the beat ♪
[Gabi imitates drums]
[sighs]
Come on, you can’t stop now.
Let’s keep the beat going, partner.
[sighs] Not the beat. Not my partner.
[thunder crashes]
[birds cawing]
[Vivo whimpers]
Don’t worry, Vivo. It’s just a little drizzle.
It’ll probably blow over.
[thunder crashes]
[Gabi screams] Hold on tight, Vivo!
Ah! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
No!
The song!
All right, Vivo, I’ll get it.
No, no, no. I got it.
Vivo! Ah! I can’t see.
No, no, no, no This can’t be happening. [grunts]
Yes! [screams]
Vivo!
No!
[Gabi] I got it!
The song?
Don’t worry, Vivo.
I’ll take care of it. I promise!
Gabi!
[panting]
Okay, don’t panic. You just lost the song.
And it’s with Gabi.
What am I gonna do? I just need a new plan.
New plan. New plan. New plan. New plan. New plan. I got it.
Gabi!
[voice echoes]
[thunder crashes]
[Gabi’s voice mail] You have reached Gabi’s robot.
Leave a message. Beep.
Gabriela Maria, pick up your phone right now!
I saw the bus schedule on your computer.
If you think you’re in trouble now, ooh, it’s about to get worse.
[car horn beeps]
[tires screech]
I am right next to the bus, honking. This is me.
[imitating horn honking]
I know you can hear me.
[muffled] Pull over!
[bus driver] Huh? What the…
Aah!
Uh, you’re not gonna let her pass us, are you?
Not on my watch.
[passengers cheer]
No, no, no, no, no. Don’t you drive away from me.
Gabi!
[car horn beeping]
[Vivo] Gabi!
Gabi!
Gabi!
[wheezes]
She’s not responding. I gotta start searching this swamp.
[birds cawing]
Birds. Bird’s-eye view, perfect.
Hey, you guys! I need your help spotting somebody…
[screams, grunts]
[grunts]
[yelps] Ugh.
Oh, good. A bird.
Excuse me. Uh, I’m Vivo. I got separated from my friend.
Purple hair, necktie. Ah!
Ah. Could you maybe fly me up and help me spot her?
Normally, I’d help a guy out, but… [chuckles]…I’m gettin’ ready to take the long dirt nap.
What? No, no, no, no, no, no!
Don’t talk like that! I’m sure you have a lot to live for.
[laughs] It’s not like that. Actually, I’m taking a literal nap.
Yeah, I’m just hibernating until the end of my life.
[laughs] I mean, the end of dating season.
Dating. Sounds horrible. As I was saying…
You don’t understand, Vivo. All my life I’ve been told,
“Don’t worry, Dancarino.”
“One dating season, you’re gonna find the girl of your dreams, and love’s gonna pick you up.”
That’s great. But I got a thing. Huh?
[birds chirping]
♪ Love’s gonna pick you up And never put you down ♪
Yeah. We all know the tune. Wanna cool it with all that love? [scoffs]
Um, so, I’m kind of in a bit of a time crunch.
I’ve been here for eight, count them, eight straight seasons, and instead of love picking me up, it’s just dumped me in a ditch.
Tragic. Anyway… I’m an invisible spoonbill. No one cares I’m alive.
Especially Valentina.
[angelic choir vocalizing]
Valentina’s looking at me, isn’t she?
Yeah.
Nobody knows I know you. You don’t know me.
Good luck finding your friend. Bye!
Ah! Wait. Get out of there.
Have you tried telling her how you feel?
[gasps] No! I can’t tell her.
I’m scared.
No, I’ve heard this song before. It doesn’t end well.
Come on, I’ll coach you through it. Then you’ll help me find my friend. Deal?
[quaveringly] Okay, deal.
Now, introduce yourself.
Hi, you’re Dancarino.
I mean, I’m… [voice cracks] I’m Dancarino.
Hmm. Enchanted.
[gasps] No. Back to my hole.
No, no, no. Hey, hey, focus.
Smile and compliment her.
Uh, Valentina. [inhales]
You got this.
Your eyes are like two huge pools…
No, they’re like two big bayous in your face.
Bayous? In my face?
[groaning] Oh no.
That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about my… [screams]
[gurgles, spits]
[coughing]
Got a frog in my throat.
[croaks]
Sorry, Gary.
[Gary scoffs]
[chuckles, gasps]
Oh, they’re perfect for each other.
[hoarsely] Oh, Dancarino. [coughing]
You have such handsome plumage.
It’s nice for my eye… uh, bayous… [chuckles]…to look at.
‘Cause they’re actually my eyes. [laughs]
[laughs]
This is going strangely well.
Now, take her hand.
Ow!
Oh, sorry. Oh!
I’m so sorry.
No, no, no, it’s fine.
I have another eye. It’s totally great.
[Valentina] Ow!
Oh! Easy with the beak.
Not too quick, Dan. Uh, yeah. Go in at an angle.
To the left. Yes.
That’s it.
Now, fly away together.
[both giggle]
♪ Love’s gonna pick you up And never put you down ♪
[Vivo] Perfect.
What? Wait, you were supposed to help me.
Come back!
We had a deal.
We had a deal!
[water splashes]
[Marta singing scales]
Okay, vamos. Heads up, everyone.
Showtime’s in four hours.
We need to get the lighting cues down for the finale.
Excuse me, mi niña. Any word from Andrés?
Not yet, señora. I’ll double-check right away.
Thank you.
Where are you, my friend?
[groaning]
Vivo?
Vivo? Where are you?
[gasps]
Oh no, where is it? Where is it? Where’s the song?
Come on. Vivo’s gonna kill me. [gasps]
[foreboding music playing]
Oh. Whoa!
[groans]
Ooh. It’s just a turtle.
[Troop girl] It’s not just a turtle.
[screams]
Becky?
It’s a Florida red-bellied cooter.
It belongs here. It’s native to these parts.
Unlike your friend. Where is he?
Um, he’s kinda missing.
[gasps]
You lost a kinkajou in the Everglades?
Well, congratulations, Hernández. You’ve killed him.
Wait, what?
A kinkajou cannot survive in this environment.
His natural predator is every animal in here.
He needs to be quarantined. And you are gonna help us find him.
Heh. I’m not helping you.
Then I guess you don’t want this.
[gasps]
You were looking for this song, weren’t you?
No, I don’t care about that song.
Fine. Then we should recycle it. Eva?
[gulps] Huh?
Eat it.
Yeah, all right.
[suspenseful music playing]
Wait!
Fine, you win.
I’ll wear the uniform. I’ll sell cookies. I will do whatever you want.
Just give me the song back.
You get the song when the kinkajou is safely in our custody.
Gabi!
Where are you, Gabi? [screams]
[groans]
Disgusting! Who am I kidding?
I’m not cut out for this. I’ll be lucky to get out of this swamp alive.
Gabi!
Shh.
Did you just shush me?
Buddy, be quiet.
Seriously? Do you have any idea what I’ve bee…
Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.
Are you bup-bup-bup-bupbup-bup-bup-bup-bup-ing me?
That’s it. You want me to be quiet?
[shouting] I’m being quiet!
Yeah. I thought so. Walk away, buddy.
We’re in the middle of a swamp. Who cares about a little noise?
[chokes]
Me.
[screams]
Mmm, what a lovely voice you have.
Never seen you around these parts.
My name’s Lutador. You got a name?
It’s Vivo.
Oh! My goodness, I hate that name.
Your new name is Noisy.
Noisy the Singing Rat. [chuckles]
Yeah. [laughs nervously]
I’m not a rat.
What… what are you? A gibbon?
I’m a kinkajou.
Mmm. Sounds exotic. Hoo.
Well, you listen right here, little kinkajou.
I hate noise.
So you must be quiet.
That’s my rule, man.
And everyone around these parts understands it. Don’t y’all?
[all sucking in breath]
[taps softly]
[both squeaking quietly]
Mmm. That’s what I like to hear.
Absolutely nothing.
Uh, I’m sorry. I promise, you won’t hear a peep from me.
You want quiet? I can do quiet. I’ll be quiet.
[chuckles] I know very well you’re gonna be quiet.
Deathly silent, in fact.
All my meals are.
[Vivo] Whoa!
[grunting]
Ho ho ho ho! Would you look at that?
Oh, my friend…
[in singsong] …you’re about to run out of tree.
[Vivo screaming]
Huh? [screaming]
Oh, thank goodness. I’m saved.
Are you an angel?
[muffled] Vivo, it’s me!
Dancarino? You saved me? Whoa!
♪ Yes, I saved you ‘Cause love saved me ♪
What?
♪ Vivo, when you found me ♪
♪ I was low as I could be ♪
♪ High up! ♪
♪ You picked me up ♪
[Valentina] ♪ So high ♪
♪ And you changed my whole demeanor Like a perfect ballerina ♪
♪ Yes, I found my Valentina ♪
That’s me!
♪ I told Valentina About the mission you were on for love ♪
♪ You poor little honey bear ♪
♪ So tired of running We’re going to get you there ♪
♪ And sweet Valentina said Let’s help him from above ♪
♪ So we thought we’d swing by you Come and help you with a bird’s-eye view ♪
♪ Love’s gonna pick you up And never put you down ♪
♪ Cool, please stop singing We’re miles away from the ground ♪
♪ Love’s gonna kick your butt And drag you around ♪
♪ Let’s help your friend Then you and me fly south ♪
♪ You take that road To deliver that love you found ♪
♪ Where we’re going We don’t need roads, we don’t need roads ♪
♪ That one set of footprints Was love dragging you around ♪
♪ Dragging you around, yeah ♪
Oh, you’re gonna help me?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Don’t worry that little head of yours.
I promise, we will find your friend.
[Dancarino] Aw, that’s right, my little twirly birdy.
[Valentina] My tweety sweetie.
[Vivo] Okay.
[Dancarino] My little cheeky beaky.
[Vivo] Um…
[Valentina] My dapper flapper.
Okay! Less lovebird, more bird’s-eye!
♪ Love’s gonna pick you up And never put you down ♪
♪ I said love’s gonna kick your butt And drag you around, yeah ♪
Vivo!
Vivo!
Come on, Vivo!
See? I told you. He’s not coming.
Becky, just give me back the song.
No kinkajou, no song. Yell louder.
Ugh. Fine. Vivo!
Vivo, where are you?
[grass rustling]
Vivo?
Vivo, stay there. The Sand Dollars are right behind me.
They have the song. But don’t worry, I have a plan.
[grass rustles]
Stay there. Don’t move.
[hisses]
[screaming]
Snake!
[Troop girls gasp, scream]
[Gabi] To the boat!
[all panting]
[Gabi] Whoa!
[Troop girls screaming]
[Gabi] Run! Run! Run!
[Becky] Go!
[Troop girl] He’s right behind us!
[Gabi grunting]
[Eva] Faster!
[shouts, grunts]
Uh, this way! Whoa!
[panting]
Okay, I think we’re safe here.
[all scream]
I guess I was wrong.
[girls whimpering]
[Troop girl] Oh no, he’s gonna kill us!
[Gabi] Let him have it!
[Eva] Get away!
[Becky] Get back!
What else do you have in there?
Ha! Eat string, snake!
[Gabi chuckles sheepishly, grunts]
[Lutador hisses]
[girls screaming]
Hey, wait. Did you hear that?
That’s Gabi. She’s in trouble.
[screaming continues]
[Vivo] Hey, Lutador!
[drumming on tree]
Leave them alone.
[chuckles]
If it ain’t Noisy the Singing Rat.
That’s right. And noisier than ever. Bop bop bop bop!
Stop making the noise.
Yeah? Come make me.
With pleasure.
Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be right back.
Vivo, what are you doing?
I don’t know. But sometimes you gotta improvise.
[both shout]
[thuds]
[Vivo screams]
You got this, Vivo.
Gabi.
A kinkajou can’t beat a python.
[Lutador laughs menacingly]
You still running up trees, Noisy?
You rats never learn, do you?
Don’t just stand there, schmoopie. Dig us a hole to hide in.
I love you, baby!
[Vivo] Oh no!
[screaming]
Vivo, watch out!
[both grunting]
[chomping]
That’s it. Okay. Enough is enough. [grunts]
Huh.
You can’t run forever!
Sure, I can. Back in Havana, I do five shows a day.
♪ Whoo! Tough crowd Nothing I haven’t seen before ♪
♪ I’ll have to pull out the stops And give ’em even more ♪
♪ It’s tough to play When you’re prey facing a predator ♪
♪ No time to pray Find a way to slay your competitor ♪
♪ Turn up the volume When they would have you be quiet ♪
♪ You turn up the rhythm So they can never deny it ♪
♪ You bounce when it counts And give as good as you got ♪
♪ ‘Cause you’re not gonna stop Till they drop and you got ’em in a knot ♪
[grunting] Get me out of here.
[groans]
[Troop girl] Woo-hoo!
Yay! Good job, Vivo!
[Gabi] Oh yeah!
[girls cheering]
[gasps]Wait. Did we win?
Gabi, are… are you okay?
You totally took down that snake!
[Vivo chitters]
You are one crazy kinkajou.
He’s a hero.
A fuzzy hero.
I was wrong about you, Vivo.
[clears throat] I mean, I still think you really should be quarantined for ten days, but you did save us from an apex predator.
So, I’m gonna let this one slide.
So, we cool, right?
Yeah, we’re cool.
Can we have the song back?
Of course, the song.
Wait, what? I ju… I just had it.
Where did it go?
[gasps]
[somber music playing]
Oh no.
Andrés.
[Marta hums]
[knocking at door]
Come in.
Is he… is he here?
[woman] Oh, señora.
I’m so sorry.
ANDRÉS HERNÁNDEZ A BELOVED MUSICIAN DIES IN LA HAVANA
[gasps softly]
[melancholy guitar music playing]
♪ You spent your life making music ♪
♪ I thought the song would never end ♪
♪ Now it’s so quiet ♪
♪ All I wanna do Is play again with you, my friend ♪
[exhales deeply]
Sorry again about the song.
Thanks, Dan.
So, um, what are you gonna do now?
[sighs]
Make my way back to Cuba, I guess.
Without the song, there’s nothing left. I failed.
Hey, hey, no! Don’t say that. You did all you could do.
Dan, you don’t understand. Andrés gave me everything.
And when he needed me, I turned my back.
This was my one chance to make things right.
And I’ve let him down.
♪ When the plane lands on the runway ♪
♪ Keep this song inside your heart, ooh ♪
Is that your uncle’s song?
[sighs] Yeah.
♪ When the years pass… ♪
Oh no. She’s at it again.
She’s butchering his song. It’s a musical massacre.
[Gabi] ♪ I will be with you When this song plays… ♪
Just stop and listen to the melody.
[recorder playing melody]
[gasps]
Hear? It’s beautiful, right?
Those are musical notes, written in a specific order that people find pleasing to the ear.
Those who know music call it a melody.
[chittering]
Vivo, you know the melody.
Of course I do! It’s the foundation of music!
And while you may know the lyrics, you have to learn the melody in order to sing, because…
Wait. You know the lyrics. And I know the melody!
Hey, you guys, Vivo knows the melody!
She knows the lyrics.
This means…
We’ve still got the song!
The mission for love is back on!
Turn the boat around. We’re going to Miami!
What?
[chittering]
You heard the kinkajou. Turn the boat around.
[triumphant music playing]
Huh. We got a second chance.
Here, Vivo. Check this out.
[notes playing]
You play the keyboard, and I’ll write down the notes.
[chittering]
[melody playing on keyboard]
“Your plane leaves in the morning.”
“Soon the world will see you shine.”
[chirps]
[melody continues on keyboard]
[melody playing rapidly]
[chitters]
Yeah, can you play that, like, a hundred times slower?
[chirps]
[melody playing slowly]
♪ All along inside your heart ♪
♪ Oh, ooh ♪
It’s done. Now we just have to get this to Marta.
[chirps]
Ooh, one last thing.
Ooh!
Oh yeah!
[chuckles]
[Eva] Guys, look.
I think I can see Miami.
[upbeat music playing]
Oh no. We’re never gonna make it in time.
Not without breaking a few rules.
[engine revs]
[Becky] Hold on to your cookies!
♪ Survived another disaster Does this thing go any faster? ♪
♪ We’re out of time The sun is going down ♪
♪ When I thought we were done for My new friend gave us an encore ♪
♪ Let’s reach the shore Of this Miami town ♪
[Gabi and Vivo] ♪ Remember the size of the world before ♪
♪ It was you and I, just you and I ♪
♪ And now the horizon holds so much more ♪
♪ And it’s do or die Yeah, it’s do or die ♪
[electronic vocals] ♪ M-I-A-M-I, running out of time ♪
Ms. Sandoval, this is your half-hour call.
♪ M-I-A-M-I, running out of time ♪
[Marta in Spanish] ♪ We need more time ♪
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
♪ We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go ♪
[Vivo] ♪ I know, I know, I know ♪
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
[Vivo] ♪ Turn up the tempo ♪
[Gabi]♪ Turn up the tempo ♪
[Rosa] ♪ Her name is Gabi She’s ten, she’s my daughter ♪
♪ I know she was on this bus She bought this ticket ♪
♪ Hey, listen, lady It’s been a long day ♪
♪ Like I said, she was not with us ♪
I need a nap.
[gasps]
♪ We’ll get there in time And do so much more ♪
♪ ‘Cause it’s you and I, just you and I ♪
♪ We’ll run, and we’ll climb Till we reach her door ♪
♪ ‘Cause it’s do or die Yeah, it’s do or die ♪
Ticket, please.
Uh, no hablo inglés.
Ah, no te preocupes. Hablo español perfectamente.
[chuckles nervously] ¡Excelente!
Gabriela! You stay right where you are, señorita.
Oh no, it’s Mom.
Hey.
Creí que no hablabas inglés. Hey!
[Gabi] Adiós!
[Rosa] Gabi!
Security to the entrance.
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
Ms. Sandoval, this is your five-minute call.
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
[grunts, squeals]
Hey, let go!
Gotcha.
[gasps, growls]
[security guard yelps]
♪ Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go ♪
♪ I know, I know, I know, I know ♪
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
♪ It’s not too late ♪
♪ We’re almost there There’s nothing left to do but climb ♪
♪ M-I-A-M-I Running out of time ♪
[both] ♪ We’re out of time ♪
[Gabi grunting]
[gasps] Up there, Vivo. Climb through and unlock the door from the other side.
[yelps, grunts]
Oh no.
Vivo, hurry. They’re coming.
[doors opening]
[Vivo exerting]
[Gabi exerting]
It’s not opening.
What’s wrong?
[guard 1] She’s not down here.
[guard 2] She must be this way.
[exhales] Okay, Vivo, one last plan.
[chirps]
[Gabi] You have to go without me.
[whimpers]
[Gabi] It’s okay, it’s okay.
Here, take this.
So you… you won’t forget me.
[chitters sadly]
[Gabi] Vivo, you have to finish the mission.
For the both of us.
All right, partner.
[suspenseful music playing]
[guard 2] We got her.
Hi, Mom. [chuckles nervously]
I understand, but Marta is taking this really hard.
Yes, she says she can’t go on.
Look, I’ll check back in five minutes.
[gasps]
[footsteps receding]
Marta?
[Marta crying softly]
Hmm.
Andrés.
[gasps]
[chitters]
[chirps]
Are you Vivo?
[chitters]
You came all the way from Cuba?
What are you doing here?
[gasps]
“Para Marta.”
Andrés wrote this.
For me?
[chirps]
[weeping softly]
[chitters]
[Marta] Thank you.
He never told me he felt this way.
I love you too, Andrés.
Oh, Vivo, thank you.
[Vivo coos]
[knocking on door]
[woman] Señora?
We’re ready whenever you are.
I have to go.
[chuckles softly]
And here I thought this concert was about saying goodbye to the old songs, but now, I have a new song to sing.
You know, Vivo, Andrés would be so proud of you.
Mwah.
[sighs]
[gentle piano music playing]
[car horns honking]
But, Mom, Vivo needed to deliver a love song to Marta.
Do you hear yourself? Gabriela, this is crazy!
You see? This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you wouldn’t get it.
Oh, ho ho ho ho, I get you all right.
No. No, you don’t.
Not like Dad did.
No, no, no. You’re not doing that, Gabriela.
He’s not here. I’m here.
And I know, I know I’m not your father.
I know I’m not funny, and I don’t do music.
[inhales shakily] But you can talk to me.
You don’t even understand why this is important to me.
Only Vivo does.
Vivo is in Cuba.
[screams]
[screams]
Vivo!
[chittering]
Did you get the song to Marta?
[chirps]
You did it.
[coos]
That’s right. We did it.
[Rosa gasps softly]
Wait. Wait. Wait.
You were telling me the truth?
Oh, Gabi. [exhales]
But still, you can’t just go a hundred miles to Miami without telling me.
I know. I’m sorry, okay?
But I j… I just had to deliver tío’s song.
[crying] He… he didn’t get to tell Marta he loved her.
Just like I never got to tell Dad how… how much I loved him.
[sniffling, crying]
[car door opens]
[sobbing softly]
Your dad knew you loved him every moment from when he first met you.
And that love, Gabriela, that love lives forever in your heart.
[cries softly]
[chirps]
[in Spanish]Welcome to the family, Vivo.
[Vivo coos]
All right.
You two better buckle up, ’cause we got a concert to get to.
[mambo music plays]
[car tires screech]
[Marta in Spanish] ♪ Say present ♪
♪ Say present ♪
♪ Past, future, yesterday, and tomorrow Say present ♪
♪ What is mine, what is yours Miami, La Havana, say present ♪
♪ Long live to my people! ♪
[audience cheering]
Gracias, everyone. Thank you.
And to say farewell, I’d like to finish with a song.
A song written by an old friend and delivered with the help of new ones.
[Vivo and Gabi gasp]
[Gabi giggles]
♪ Mambo Cabana, oh ♪
♪ Mambo Cabana, oh ♪
♪ Your plane leaves in the morning ♪
♪ Soon the world will see you shine ♪
♪ And I wish I could go with you ♪
♪ But your journey isn’t mine ♪
♪ And the world will soon adore you ♪
♪ As I learn to live without you ♪
♪ Every melody is for you ♪
♪ Every song I write about you ♪
♪ And this fear That keeps me by the door ♪
♪ Shouldn’t interfere With you wanting more ♪
♪ I am here, just on another shore ♪
♪ Always in your corner Watching you soar ♪
♪ When your plane lands on the runway ♪
♪ Keep this song inside your heart ♪
♪ Oh, when the road goes only one way ♪
♪ Keep this song inside your heart ♪
♪ Oh, when the years pass But the love stays ♪
♪ Keep this song inside your heart ♪
♪ Oh, I’ll be with you When this song plays ♪
♪ All along inside your heart ♪
♪ Oh ♪
[backup singers] ♪ Mambo Cabana, oh ♪
[Marta] ♪ Oh ♪
[in Spanish] ♪ When you land ♪
♪ When you land on the runway ♪
♪ Let your heart sing ♪
♪ When the road ♪
♪ Fades ♪
♪ Fades ♪
♪ Let your heart sing ♪
♪ Let your heart sing ♪
♪ Years go by, oh ♪
♪ And our love never grows old ♪
♪ Let your heart sing ♪
[in English] ♪ Keep this song inside your heart ♪
[in Spanish] ♪ Let your heart sing ♪
[upbeat mambo music playing]
[yawns]
[yawns]
[both] Mmm.
Okay, Gabi, let’s get to work.
[phone beeps]
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Calling all grown-ups, animals, and kids Right this way ♪
♪ We have prepared for you today A dazzling display ♪
♪ Presenting the one and only ♪
♪ Vivo ♪
♪ Go! Go! Go! Go! ♪
♪ Ladies and gentlemen It’s Vivo and the kid again ♪
♪ My rhythm comes from The heart of Havana City ♪
♪ And I bring a bit of it To every city I’m living in ♪
♪ I was given a gift I’m never giving up or giving in ♪
♪ The time-honored traditions Of the Caribbean ♪
♪ In a collabo with Gabi The fabulous Floridian ♪
♪ We have battled the elements And villainous reptilians ♪
♪ By bouncing to the beat Of our own drums with brilliance ♪
♪ My fine feathered friend Has flown the whole meridian ♪
♪ And Valentina can’t help But bring the pretty in ♪
♪ They shine like a diamond Of the finest obsidian ♪
♪ And tango like a native Argentinian ♪
♪ But dang, yo Y’all don’t understand my singing ♪
♪ I’m running rings around This riveting rhythm and swinging ♪
♪ So gimme the rhythm and gimme a minute And gimme a limit so I can exceed it ♪
♪ A brand-new song’s just what we needed ♪
[Vivo and Gabi] ♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo lei lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ And if you like that dance Won’t you clap your hands? ♪
[both] ♪ If you like that dance Won’t you clap your hands? Go! ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo lei lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ And if you like that dance Won’t you clap your hands? ♪
♪ If you like that dance ♪
♪ Won’t you clap your hands? ♪
Go!
[in Spanish] Say present!
[both in Spanish] Say present!
[girls in Spanish] Present!
[all in Spanish] Present!
♪ And if you like this song Won’t you sing along? ♪
♪ If you like this song Won’t you sing along? ♪
♪ And if you like this song… ♪
[Martain Spanish] Go ahead!
♪ If you like this song… ♪
[Marta in Spanish] Here!
♪ Go! ♪
[Marta] ♪ Hey ♪
♪ Lo lei lo lai Lo le lo lai, lo le lo lei ♪
♪ Lai le lo lei ♪
♪ Won’t you sing along? ♪
♪ If you like this song Won’t you sing along? ♪
♪ If you like this song Won’t you sing along? ♪
[Gabi giggles]
[both] ♪ We are one of a kind ♪
[Gabi laughs]
[electronic music playing]
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ I had a violin But I wrecked the rental ♪
♪ I play the tambourine And I’m never gentle ♪
♪ See what I mean? That was accidental ♪
♪ But now that we’re a team We’ll be instrumental ♪
♪ Instrumental, ha! See what I did there? ♪
♪ I made a pun, ha! I’m having fun, ha! ♪
♪ I’m never done, ha! ♪
♪ I’m just a one young woman Ba rum pa pum pum ♪
♪ I bounce to the beat of my own drum ♪
♪ I’m a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Extra, extra, read all about it I am extra, extra ♪
♪ The kid that the other kids Can’t get next to ♪
♪ I got my own seat on the bus I’ve always been a me, not an us ♪
♪ “You’re at a ten” ♪
♪ “I need you at a three,” ha! ♪
♪ Try that again, I gotta be me, yo! ♪
♪ I am a ten, I gotta be free And I got a friend, we’re a team ♪
♪ And we bounce to the beat Of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Hey, let’s get it ♪
♪ Everybody bounce when they see me come ♪
♪ I come through dressed like a showroom ♪
♪ Who flyer than me? Oh, no one ♪
♪ ‘Cause I brr brr brr-ah to my own drum ♪
♪ Turn it up loud You can call me wild child ♪
♪ I ain’t nothin’ like them others Got my own style ♪
♪ Anyone know how I do it? Well, here’s how ♪
♪ Da-da-da da-da-da-da ♪
♪ Let me break it down ♪
♪ Let me break it down ‘Cause I get busy when I write ♪
♪ You know I got the style And copycats, they wanna bite ♪
♪ Walk to the stage And all you see is flashing lights ♪
♪ Everybody scream Like I’m Janet and Mike ♪
[Gabi giggles]
♪ Get crazy with it ♪
♪ Once you meet me No, you won’t forget me ♪
♪ I’m in my own lane And I won’t be quittin’ ♪
♪ Make you bounce, bounce, bounce To the beat we litty ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Get it ♪
[in Auto-Tune] ♪ Ha! Now that’s a solo ♪
♪ I’ve always flown solo I speed up when the world’s in slo-mo ♪
♪ Make it up as I go when I don’t know And I know ♪
♪ I know it seems like I’m lonely People assume that I’m lonely ♪
♪ Look at this room And assume that you know me, homey ♪
♪ You don’t know me I’m in the zone ♪
[vocals echoing]
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum ♪
♪ We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Da-da-da da-da-da ♪
♪ Help me break it down ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Get crazy with it ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey, let’s get it ♪
[Auto-Tune vocals echoing indistinctly]
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ We bounce to the beat of our own drum We’re a wow in a world full of ho-hum ♪
♪ I’m a wild young lady But you know ‘sum? ♪
♪ I’d rather be at home with my own drum ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Da-da-da da-da-da ♪
♪ Help me break it down ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Get crazy with it ♪
♪ Bounce ♪
♪ Hey, let’s get it ♪
[mambo music plays]
[in Spanish] ♪ Say present ♪
♪ Say present ♪
♪ Past, future, yesterday, and tomorrow Say present ♪
♪ What is mine, what is yours Miami, La Havana, say present ♪
♪ That’s it! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Go ahead! ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ Go ahead! ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ That’s it! ♪
♪ Say present ♪
♪ Say present ♪
♪ Past, future, yesterday, and tomorrow Say present ♪
♪ What is mine, what is yours Miami, La Havana, say present ♪
♪ Long live to my people! ♪
[calm music playing]
