-Ow! My back!
Oh, my babies!
I fed them. I nursed them. I kept them alive.
Without me, they're doomed.
Don't worry, Elder Kettle. We'll take care of your babies.
-Here. Let me fluff your pillow. -Can I get you some soup?
You two are being awfully helpful.
You're up to something. I've got my eye on--
Out like a light. Let's scram and catch that picture show.
We gotta make tracks if we're gonna make the five o'clock!
Kettle's garden. We promised we'd take care of his babies.
Feed 'em. Nurture them.
Kinda like how he took care of us when we were babies.
Why'd you have to go and say it like that?
Blurgh.
Nothing interesting ever happens around here.
You can say that again.
-Hey!
All right, get out here!
Okay, what gives?
We're real sorry, mister. We don't mean to bother youse.
We's just some, uh, down-on-our-luck vegetables.
I'm Sal. This is Ollie. And that's Chauncey.
Yeah. We don't got nowheres to call home.
We're, uh, orphans.
Yeah, that's it. Orphans.
Wait! We're orphans?!
That's so sad!
Hey! Ease up on the waterworks, will you?
The last thing we need is you peeling all over the place.
Then we'll all start crying!
I'm sorry, Sal! It's just-- You know, it's such a sad story!
Don't mind him. He gets, uh, emotional.
Listen, all we're asking for is a little bit of soil
to rest our weary roots.
Just for one night.
What do you say, eh?
We'd love to help,
but we gotta keep an eye on Elder Kettle's boring, old vegetable garden.
Elder Kettle takes his garden very seriously.
They're his babies.
If anything happened to 'em…
He'd be heartbroken.
Well, heck. No one takes better care of veggies than veggies.
Yeah. We can help you.
-You could? -You would?
Sure. Just let us handle that garden
while the two of youse go have a fun night on the town.
-Well, if you insist. -Gee, thanks.
Swell. This is gonna be a great night.
-That was dynamite! -Especially the explosions.
-Wow.
Sounds like someone's throwing a heck of a shindig.
Oh, a party. We should crash it.
Mugsy?
Well, check it again!
Mugman and Cuphead!
I'm telling you. You ain't on the list.
But we live here!
All right, enough! Hey, tough stuff, don't look now, but your hat's on crooked.
It is?
Hey, I ain't wearing a hat.
And I just say, "What money?"
Hey, you! This ain't what we agreed to!
Ah, lighten up.
Let me introduce you to some friends of mine.
The Heirloom sisters.
I'm Cherry, and this is Brandywine. We're a couple of hot tomatoes.
Swell party. We was just about to bust the piñata. Wanna help?
No!
Wait. Did you say piñata? I love piñatas!
Cuphead! We're not supposed to be enjoying this.
We're upset, remember?
Oh, right.
Uh, excuse me.
Quiet!
Everybody, listen up!
Yeah, you heard my brother! Beat it!
Hit it!
-Hey, I'm parched. Wanna get a drink? -Heck yeah!
-They're killing Elder Kettle's babies! -We gotta bust this party up now!
Mm-hm.
Ow! Ouch!
Operator, get me the police.
You ain't on the list.
Sorry, boys. We gave it a shot.
Nice try, losers.
This party ain't over till the sun comes up.
"Till the sun comes up," eh?
Uh, cock-a-doodle-doo?
Well, I guess that's it.
Kettle's garden is as good as dead.
And so are we.
Dead?
Gee, that sure is sad.
Hmm…
Yep. This garden is all our poor Elder Kettle has left.
Almost makes you wanna cry.
That's just terrible! Poor Elder Kettle.
Without his garden, he's got nothing to live for.
-Not that he has much time left.
You know, with him being so elderly and all.
-And did we mention that he's an orphan?
An orphan?
Ha! This guy. I love this guy.
Urgh! But I don't love this.
Let's get outta here.
Cherry, Brandywine, wait!
Fat chance, buster!
Yeah. This turned out to be a real pity party.
-Hmph! -No! Come back!
Their tears watered Elder Kettle's babies!
The day is saved!
Hooray!
You just had to start blubbering, didn't you?
All right. Party's over.
Yeah! Get out of here, you, uh, freeloaders!
You know something?
I'm starting to get the feeling we ain't wanted.
Well, then, maybe one last sip for the road.
No!
Maybe Elder Kettle won't notice?
Yeah! My babies!
You grew up to be so big!
Hear that, boys? This old jasper thinks we're his babies.
Looks like we ain't orphans no more.
-It's a happy ending.
Now it's time to make Elder Kettle's famous baby stew!