(snoring)
CUSACK: Every morning you can count on Peep
to do the same thing.
First, he opens his eyes.
Then he yawns...
(yawning)
Then he gasps and falls backwards in amazement.
(gasps)
Actually, the gasping and falling bits are new.
Wow...
CUSACK: Suddenly, Peep had two questions he couldn't answer.
PEEP: What is it?
Where did it come from?
CUSACK: Oh, and he had one more question.
How do I get out of here?
(Quack humming merrily)
Hey, Quack, have you seen Peep today?
Uh, no.
Oh! But I ate breakfast.
I also ate lunch.
Does that count?
No?
(sighs)
(chuckles)
CHIRP: Peep! Are you in there?
PEEP: Hi, guys.
QUACK: Hey!
What's this thing on your can?
I don't know, but it's really pretty.
It's... it's amazing!
It's also stuck to my beak.
Quack, don't move.
D... get this...
(grunting)
(panting)
I think I moved a little.
Oh, well.
At least you can come out and play with us now.
I just hope whoever made the thing doesn't get too mad.
Mad?
Um, how big do you think this thing-making thing is?
Bigger than you, probably.
Let's just hope it doesn't find out.
(snoring)
CUSACK: The very next morning, Peep opened his eyes, yawned...
(yawning)
And...
(gasps)
It's back!
CUSACK: This time, Peep was determined not to let anything--
or Quack-- harm his... thing.
Chirp, meanwhile, had found a thing of her own.
Hey, Quack, look.
I found one.
Really? Where?
Oh.
CUSACK: By the time Quack and Chirp arrived at Peep's can,
Chirp had found three amazing things.
Yeah, and Quack destroyed them all.
I didn't mean to.
Really!
I didn't even see them.
Chirp, what do you think it's made of?
I've never seen anything like it.
It must come from someplace... strange.
Maybe a moon creature made it.
You know, from the moon.
Wait a minute.
You don't think a moon creature made that thing, do you?
An actual moon creature?
I don't know, Quack.
You know, maybe these aren't "things."
Maybe they're traps.
Traps?
(laughs nervously)
What do you mean, traps?
Duck traps?!
What kind of creature would make a trap?
What kind?
I'll tell you what kind.
A big moon creature kind,
with pointy teeth and eight legs.
Eight legs?
Come on, Quack, nobody has eight legs.
I'm telling you, an enormous moon creature with eight legs
is out to get me, all because I've ruined four of its traps!
Oh!
(grunts)
Make that five.
(grunts)
CUSACK: Peep and Chirp decided they would stay awake
and try to meet the trap maker face-to-face.
That is, if it even had a face.
Are you crazy?!
If I were you, I'd get as far away from this can as possible.
Moon creatures are not to be messed with.
You know that.
But Quack, the trap things aren't just on this can.
They're everywhere.
Where can you go that's safe?
(Quack grunting)
Um, I don't know.
Got to run! Toodles!
CUSACK: Quack had to find a place to hide... and fast.
But everywhere he went...
(Quack screams)
...the moon creature had gotten there first.
Eek!
Oh...
Ooh! Ow!
(panting)
Okay, I think I'm safe.
There isn't a single thing
the moon creature can attach its trap to.
(sighs with exhaustion)
Yup, the only place more safe than this cold, empty field...
is my pond.
Hey!
I should go to my pond.
What a great idea.
(snoring)
(groggily): Sharp teeth, yeah, um, scary.
(snoring)
Doesn't like ducks... (snores)
What? Doesn't like ducks?
What kind of a... doesn't like... (snore)... ducks?
Eight legs, oh!... (snore)
CUSACK: While Quack slept,
Peep and Chirp were bravely keeping themselves awake.
(both snoring)
Hmm, guess not.
(both continue snoring)
Oh!
You scared me.
I didn't know anyone lived here.
What are you?
Well, I'm a spider, of course.
What else would I be?
I don't know.
A moon creature?
Oh, gracious, no.
Don't be silly.
Is there just one of you?
No, there are lots of us.
We're just very quiet.
We're spinning webs to catch our dinner.
(sighs)
Hold on.
Hold everything.
How many legs do you have?
So let me get this straight.
Spiders aren't from the moon, they're small,
and they're not after me?
Yup.
You were wrong about everything.
Oh.
Except spiders do have eight legs.
What? Eight legs?
I knew it, I knew it.
I'm brilliant.
I'm brilliant!
(quacks)
So, who's the smarty now? Huh? Hmm? Huh?
QUACK (singing): ♪ Oh I'm so smart ♪
♪ that I'm renowned. ♪
♪ I'm the smartest duck around. ♪
Sing with me.
QUACK (singing): ♪ La-da-di-da-da! ♪
(Chirp sighs)
Do you think he'll stop singing any time soon?
PEEP: Oh, definitely.
By tomorrow, at least.
(continues singing)
Quack.
Sing with me!
(singing): ♪ Sing hey, sing ho ♪
♪ For the brilliant, brilliant duck! ♪
(song ends)
Hey, where are you guys going?
Hello? Guys?