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| - Pops: Oh, look. A squirrel. Pops: I admire you, Mr. Squirrel. You're in perfect harmony with nature. I am also one with nature. In fact, I wrote a poem about being one with nature. Ahem. (Places a blade of grass over his eyes) A brow of grass, (Places moss on head) and hair of moss. Puddles are my dipping sauce. (Runs across the creek) A petal, a wing, an arm or two, presenting a hug from me to you! (Prepares to hug the bush, but gets prickled by a thorn) Oh! (Bees stings him) Oooh! (Wind picks up and a branch hits him. He runs away from the bush while holding his head. He falls into the creek, where snapping turtles start biting him.) Oh why, nature? WHYYYYYYYYY?!! Announcer: Surfers love riding the waves, but they also love having fun. Surfer #1: Ahahaha, brah. You see Duke in that last wave, brah? Duke: Brah, I tried to pull out, brah. Surfer #3: Dude, brah. You were just so deep in that barrel, I was like, "Brah!" Mordecai: Is that really how they talk? Rigby: Haha, yeah. "Brah. Hey, brah. Sup, brah. Brah-brah-brah-brah-brah." Mordecai: Haha, yeah. What a bunch of losers. (Rigby gobbles up the chip crumbs) Dude, did you just eat the last of the chips, dude? Rigby: Relax, dude. It was just crumbs. Mordecai: Yeah, dude, but you ate the last of the chips before you ate the last of the crumbs, dude. When am I supposed to get my chip on? (Pops walks in, crying from earlier) Woah, Pops, what's wrong? Pops: Oh, I'm just having a bad day with nature, I suppose. You mind if I sit here with you guys for a while? Mordecai: Of course not. Rigby: Yeah, take a loadoff. Surfer #4: Catching your first wave, it's just like, "Ahh"! I mean, I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging or whatever, but I really just feel sorry for dudes who can't ride waves. Cause you just pop up on that board, and you're just in it. (Starts riding a surfboard with seagulls around him) Just totally one with nature. Pops: Oh, boy! (Starts clapping) That's what I have to do to be one with nature: surfing! (Cut to the City Beach. Pops holds up a book.) "Peachy Perry's 3 P's to Surfing Perfect". (Opens book) The 3 P's are: (Watches a surfer) paddling, pivoting, popping up! Seems easy enough. (Starts paddling on his board) Paddling. (Sand goes on dudes and dudettes) Pivoting! Popping..(Tries to gets up but fails. Three surfers come over to him.) Hurl: Haha. Gramps can't even get up on his board. Pops: Salutations, fellows. (finally gets back up) My name is Pops. Hurl: What kind of stupid name is that? Pops: What's your name? Hurl: Hurl Hurlbutt. And these are my associates, Murl and Burl. Murl: Hey, we should call this guy Mondo Cabezo. Burl: Hey, Mondo Cabezo, can I rub your head for good luck? Hurl: Hey, Mondo! I think I can see your family on the water! Pops: I am as mother nature made me, sir. Hurl: Mother nature gave you the worst body for surfing ever, brah! Pops: (Holds up book) Peachy says anybody can catch a wave with enough practice. Hurl: Uh, yeah. Peachy's dead. (Snickers) Hurl: Primo surf. (The four grab their boards) Whoo! Yeah! (Noticing Pops) Ugh, get outta here, Mondo! You're gonna harsh our ride! Pops: No! (Groans as the waves splash him) Paddle! Pivot! (Turns away from the wave) Pop up! Mordecai: (Moving the ball) Dude, quiet. I'm trying to focus. Mordecai (continued): Hahaha. Garage beats pencil. Rigby: Uh, how'd surfing work out for you, Pops? Pops: Hideous! Not only did I not become one with nature, but I made surfer enemies. Mordecai: Maybe it's better if you just forgot the whole surfing thing. Rigby: Yeah. Try sticking to lollipops and fanciness. Your comfort zone. I mean, look at me! I've never left my comfort zone, and I'm doing great! Mordecai: Plus, those jerk surfers basically proved they're not one with nature if they ran you off the beach. Pops: (Shakes his head and puts on his hat) Oh, Mordecai. I don't mean to offend your reasoning, but surfers are most certainly one with nature. The fine people who live inside the television do not lie. Mordecai: Uhh, no offense taken, but maybe you can at least take a break from the other surfers for a while, until you get the hang of it. Rigby: Yeah, you're rich. Why don't you just build a beach here at the park? Pops: Oooh, Rigby, that's brilliant! (Claps hands) And you and Mordecai can import dolphins for atmosphere! Mordecai: Ok... (Scratches his chin)... or maybe just a wave machine for the lake? Wavy Train Guy: Wave on! Pops: (laughing) Watch, this everyone! Mordecai: You think this is gonna work? Rigby: Lookin' good, Pops! (to Mordecai) Yeah, this is never gonna work. Mordecai: Uh-oh. Dr. Henry: So you were saying Pops was surfing out on the park lake.? Benson: Yes. He, uh, wanted to be one with nature or something, I don't know. Dr. Henry: Well, we can't have that. Dr. Henry (continued): Just look at tis x-ray. Jumping to a standing position, with a head of this size, put too much strain on the feeble spine. Like trying to hold a bowling ball on a stick of angel hair pasta. Pops, I have to recommend that you stay on land. Pops: But...but I'll never become one with nature on land! Dr. Henry: Let me put this in terms you'll understand. Dr. Henry (continued): This is your body. And this is your body on surfing. Dr. Henry (continued): Any questions? Pops: Well, I thank you for your medical opinion, Dr. Henry, but I intend to keep chasing said waves unitl I chase one down and then ride it! Dr. Henry: But I'm trusting you boys to keep him off that board come morning. Mordecai: Don't worry, we'll stay up all night and guard the door. Rigby: Yeah, he'll never make it past our security team. Mordecai and Rigby: Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm! Hurl: Alright! Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Ahahaha! Hurl (continued): You were right about the sweet break at this place, brah. Hurl (continued): No chop no sharks...(spots Pops) Ahh! How'd Mondo Cabezo find out about our wave, brah? Pops: This is my wave. Rigby: What? Mordecai: We fell asleep?! Rigby: Dude, there's no way he got past us. Plus his head is too big to fit through the win- Hurl: Get off our wave, Mondo! Benson: What's going on? Mordecai: Pops is in trouble! Benson: To the lake boats! Benson (continued): Hey! Get away from him! Hurl: Brace, brahs! Murl: Hurl! We gotta call for reinforcements! Hurl: Let us perform the ancient call of the surfers. Hurl (continued): (laughs gleefully) Wipeout. Skips: There's too many of 'em! Groundskeepers: Pops, no! Hurl: Time to crank this baby up to 11. Pops: Pivot, pop- ooh! Benson: We gotta help Pops! Hurl: Mondo?! Get him off there. Pops: Pop... up.... Mordecai: Hey! Benson: Hand it over! Murl: The ultimate wave! Hurl: No brahs, it's suicide to ride that wave. Let Mondo have this one. Mordecai: Pops! If you wipe out, you'll die! Pops: Pop up, Pops! Ride the wave, Pops! But, but I'm so afraid! Afraid of those rufians, afraid of my body failing, but mostly I'm...I'm afraid of you, nature! Why have you been so mean to me? Well, whether you like it or not, I'm gonna ride this wave! Pops: Finally! I'm one with nature! Hurl: No way! Humpback Whale: (speaking through subtitles) Pops...You have passed the test. You are one with nature once more. Pops: Let's never fight again! Ooh! Hurl: Man, this was a bust. Let's go get some fish tacos. Mordecai: Do you think he'll ever be back? Benson: He's with nature now, Mordecai. He's with nature. (End of Catching the Wave)
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