All right. So, who's next?
Who thinks they can take on the legendary Crew Crew?
Crew Crew!
Looks like Big Trouble's back for more.
Dude, another battle's about to start.
Oh, yea-yuh!
Man, this dude is back every week.
- Naw, I got y'all fools this time. Hit it. - [hip-hop music plays]
Bah!
That's it? Blitz Comet, show this fool how we do.
- Yeah, yeah, that's right!
Excuse me.
What is Pops doing?
A hug can be the most wonderful thing.
Two arms wrapped around you like a mother's wing.
But we're so selfish when we are blue.
Doesn't a hug deserve a hug, too?
Thank you.
Yo, what you say?
No, no, no. Hold on, man.
You tryin' to step to us?
I'm just so excited to hear some fellow poets!
I thought I'd come join you in the celebration of rhymes.
Naw, naw, naw. You're not celebrating nothing.
Yo, B-Tron, turn it up.
- Loser!
Oh, dude. Come on!
Pops, are you okay?
While I appreciate their poetic skills,
I am not a loser.
You look like a loser to me.
Yeah. Why don't you take gramps back home
before he start crying some more? Loser.
- Come on, Pops. Let's go. - No!
I'll have you know that my verses won many a competition.
You don't believe me?
Then I challenge you to a competition tonight!
You mean a rap battle?
If that's what you're calling it, then yes!
All right, grandpops.
Crew Crew never backs down,
so, it's on.
You goin' down!
You're gonna get yours, buddy.
All right, Pops. We can't let you do this by yourself.
Yeah, those guys are gonna walk all over you.
Plus, we know way more stuff about this than you do,
so Rigby and I will rap with you in the battle.
Really?
Our own crew! Good show!
All right, Pops.
Here's how you battle.
Rigby, show him.
See, Pops? It's easy.
Okay, dude.
Okay! We get it!
I'm just keeping it real.
Now you try, Pops.
But he's just making fun of you.
Exactly.
That's what you got to do.
Come on. Give it a shot.
No! I won't do it!
What? Come on! You said you wanted to win.
Being negative and hurting someone's feelings
is no way to win a competition!
The power of poetry lies in expressing the beauty
of everything around you.
What? You're not making any sense.
Come. I'll show you.
What is this place, this magical field?
It's wide and it's open, nothing's concealed.
It's scenic and peaceful for us to enjoy.
Why, this is the park!
Good show, old boy!
- Hmm, not bad. - Yeah!
A place of great beauty for plenty to use.
It inspires us all, so, go spread the news
to man, woman, child or begging cowboy,
This is the park, good show, old boy!
Where's this stuff comin' from?
Man, he's getting into it! Ha!
The key to this place puts a smile on your face.
It is the people that it does employ.
Why, this is the park! Good show, old boy!
- Yo, is he for real with that?
"Good show, old boy"?
You're gonna have to do better than that
if you want to beat us tonight, you big-headed loser.
Go ahead and make snide remarks.
My crew and I are tapping into the power of poetry,
and the beauty of our verses will be sure to knock your socks off!
See you fools tonight,
unless you're too afraid to show up.
We'll be there!
[in sing-song voice] Loser!
Their rhymes are clever,
but they don't come from the heart.
As long as we're true to ourselves, we can't lose.
Oh, look! Ice cream truck!
Oh! Dude, this is not good!
We got to find a way to back out of the battle.
Yeah, man. I'm totally with you.
Those guys are gonna destroy us!
Mordecai and Rigby, look!
I have a surprise for you!
Ta-da!
I made matching uniforms for tonight.
Pops, we can't do this.
What do you mean?
Look, we're gonna lose!
No, the power of poetry will d...
Pops, the power of poetry isn't even a thing!
Come on, Pops. This is dumb.
We should just back out.
Well, I don't have that option.
Those gentlemen called me a loser,
and I must set them straight.
Yeah, but what if they're right? Uh, I mean...
Fine. I'll do it your way.
I'll do it your way!
- I'll do it your way! - Wait, Pops!
- That's not what we meant!
Man, I feel kind of bad.
I know, but Pops just doesn't get it.
I mean, Skips,
you're not all into classical poetry, right?
Eh, haikus, mostly.
Seriously?
Okay, but what are we supposed to do?
If we dress up like idiots and go down to recite poetry
against that crew, we'll be humiliated.
Yeah! Losers for life.
I've lost my appetite.
"Mordecai, Rigby,
friends don't let down other friends.
You guys are losers."
He's right.
Man, poetry's powerful stuff.
No.
Oh!
Weathering a righteous storm,
the rainiest of days.
Poetry?
Friends stick together through thick and thin always.
Oh! Mordecai! Rigby! You came!
We're sorry, Pops.
We were acting like fools.
We hope you can forgive us for being complete tools.
Your poems aren't lame,
they're really works of art.
If we're gonna win this battle,
we've got to do it from the heart!
Oh, thank goodness!
Your way wasn't working at all.
So, what up? Are we still battling, or have y'all smartened up?
- Let's do this.
Beauty is in the center of all that you see,
simple yet complex and fully textured.
And beauty be a part of all that you be,
for you are the best rhymers that I've ever heard!
Huh?
- That was pretty cool. - Yeah.
Aw, yeah! They're into it!
Oh, what? Unh-unh, this is real now.
The canning of meat is quite a sweet treat,
so thanks for comparing us so.
Your words are inspiring, ideas so concrete.
You really put on quite a show!
A gift to us, new perspective on things,
life looking different from where you stand true.
So much to discover, so spread your wings
and take flight for a bird's-eye view.
Okay, Pops! You got this!
Yeah, you can do it! Finish him off!
It's been some time since I've felt this way,
challenged by such worthy opponents.
Your rhyme scheme is good,
but you're missing a few components.
You may say things that hurt, or some that will sting,
but for you, it's all just posturing.
Look inside and be true to some real feelings,
and the world will be yours, I'm assuring.
So I thank you, good sirs,
for this great contest.
It's certainly been lots of fun.
But there's nothing you can say to put me to rest,
so, really, I've already won.
We did it! We won!
We're not losers!
My, that was exhilarating!
Thank you for standing by me.
The power of poetry is nothing compared to the power of friendship.
No problem, Pops.
Yea-uh! I'm just glad no one can call us losers now.
Hey, losers!
Where'd you get those outfits?
My mom's closet?
We should probably go change our clothes.