(thunder crashes)
(wind whistling)
(thunder crashing, rumbling)
(birds calling)
(chittering continues)
(sniffing)
(whirring)
(frightened chittering, squealing)
(sneezes)
- ROBOT: Hello. Bonjour. - (fanfare playing)
Guten Tag. Hujambo. Hola.
Congratulations on your purchase
of a Universal Dynamics robot.
I am Rozzum 7134.
A Rozzum always completes its task.
- Just ask. - (fanfare ends)
Just ask.
(rapid beeping)
Processing.
(wind howling)
(crab chittering)
- Do you need... - (screeching)
assistance?
♪ ♪
(birds calling)
Ready to receive my first task.
♪ ♪
(bird cawing)
(fanfare playing)
Rozzum 7134 is available for task assignment.
(caws)
Rozzum robots come standard with the Alpha-113
- dimensional processor. - (growling)
If you're unsure about how I can assist,
try asking me about myself.
- (head clangs) - (fanfare continues)
(fanfare ends)
- Excuse me. - (frightened chittering)
Did you know I can assist with grocery shopping?
Banking?
(chitters, squeals)
Landscaping?
(chittering)
Hello. Did you perhaps order a Rozzum helper robot?
- Is that a no? - (camera snaps)
Here's a free sticker.
Scan the code and receive ten percent off of your...
(water burbling)
(fanfare playing in distance)
- Do you need assistance? - (fanfare continues)
I see your problem.
(camera snaps)
(fanfare ends)
Rozzums are programmed for instant physical mimicry,
so as to...
♪ ♪
(caws)
(yowling)
- Aggression detected. - (snarls)
My communication package includes
strategies for conflict resolution.
(chittering)
Your dialect is not in my data banks.
Tell your people not to worry.
Rozzum 7134 will sort out this language barrier in no time.
Activating learning mode.
(animals chattering rapidly)
(animals talking rapidly)
- I say... - Hey, check it out.
Look, look, look. Somebody died over here.
Let me see. Let me see. Oh!
- Who was it? - Anybody we know?
- Fresh or not fresh? - (sniffing)
Smells pretty good.
(sputters) Tastes terrible!
- Oh, it's waking up. - Hey, it's waking up.
(screaming)
- It's a monster! - Run for your lives!
BEAVER: Look, that's the thing that destroyed my dam.
- ANIMAL: The monster. - ANIMAL 2: Yikes!
ANIMAL 3: I think it's gonna talk.
- (fanfare playing) - Thank you for your patience
while I deciphered your language.
I am Rozzum 7134, ready to enhance your lives
with integrated multiphase task accomplishment.
(fanfare ends)
- (noisemaker blares) - (animals gasping)
Are you here to kill us?
Negative. I am here to help with whatever task you...
It says no!
(moose bellows)
(animals gasping, murmuring)
MOOSE: It's dead.
ANIMAL: Ah, thank goodness.
(whirring)
♪ ♪
- ANIMAL: The monster! - ANIMAL 2: The monster!
(animals screaming)
ANIMAL 3: The monster!
ROZZUM 7134: Did anyone order me?
(thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
(thunder crashes)
(echoes): Anyone?
Delivery unsuccessful.
Return to factory.
Activating return transmitter.
- Three, two, one. - (beeping, whirring)
(thunder crashes)
(electrical buzzing)
(beeping, buzzing)
(raccoons chattering)
(giggling)
(yelling)
(giggling)
(rattling)
(growls)
(laughing)
(snarls)
(beeping)
(whimpers, squeals)
(grunts)
(raccoon yells)
Ow!
(laughs)
(grunting)
- (electrical crackling) - (grunts)
(whoops, laughs)
(raccoons coughing)
(raccoons screaming)
(grunting)
(yelps)
Activating return transmitter.
- (rapid beeping) - Three.
(all oohing)
- Pretty. - Get it!
- (raccoons chattering) - Two.
One.
Ha! (laughs)
(raccoons chattering)
♪ ♪
(giggling)
RACCOON: Wait. Stop! No!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
(raccoons screaming)
(raccoons grunting and groaning)
RACCOON: Again!
- (electrical humming) - (thunder crashes)
(raccoon chittering)
(raccoon screams)
(frightened panting)
(growls)
(low growling)
(roars)
(beeping)
(snarling)
- (thunder crashes) - (beeping, crackling)
(rapid beeping)
(vicious growling)
(rapid beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(electrical crackling)
(thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
(beeping)
May I confirm that is yours?
(panting)
- (whirring) - (gasps, whimpers)
(yelps) Hmm?
(gagging)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(wind howling)
(whimpers)
(frightened chittering)
♪ ♪
(growling softly)
(barks)
Here you go. Take it.
(whimpers)
(panting)
(grunts)
(squeaks)
Ow.
(whimpers, screams)
(yelps)
(growls, barks)
(whimpers, barks)
(gasps, squeals)
(panicked whimpering)
Huh.
(pained whimpering)
(sobbing): Ow.
(growls)
(rattling)
(grunts)
(panting)
(gasps)
(squeaky chirp)
♪ ♪
Was this task accomplished to your satisfaction?
- (screaming) - (camera snaps)
On a scale of one to ten,
where ten is most satisfied and one is least,
how would you rate my performance?
(chirps)
I will register that as a ten.
Returning to factory.
(crackling, beeping)
Signal strength weak.
Seeking higher ground.
(gasps)
(panting)
(grunts)
(pained grunting)
Do you require shelter?
(muffled grunting)
Perhaps tips for planning your next vacation?
(grunts, yelps)
(grunts, chirps happily)
I do not understand this response.
(beeping)
Signal acquired.
Three, two, one.
(rapid beeping)
(beeping stops)
(sighs)
ANIMAL (nearby): Mom, I don't feel good.
If I barf, I'm taking you all with me.
Mom told you not to eat grasshoppers, dummy.
Petunia's been in front all day.
The prettiest opossum always rides in front.
Try being pretty with my tail jammed in your eye.
- (chirps) - (baby opossums screaming)
- Bartlett! - (baby opossums grunt)
Stop jamming your tail in your sister's eye.
I'm Rowan.
Bartlett was last litter.
Are you sure?
Who are all of you? Go away.
We're your children.
- Except for him. - (chirps)
Well, this is what I get for taking a walk.
Where's your mommy, little guy?
The monster! (groans)
(baby opossums groaning)
(gasping dramatically)
You got to die faster.
Meningitis takes a while.
- What did you pick? - Rabies.
Spontaneous combustion.
- Nightshade salad. - Sepsis.
BOTH: Hey! I picked sepsis!
None of you are doing it right.
We talked about this.
Dead things don't have to explain why they're dead.
Now we're gonna get killed for real.
BABY OPOSSUMS: Sorry, Mom.
Sorry.
Uh, why aren't we killed yet?
Good question.
Nice knowing you, Mom.
- All right. It's okay. - (chirps)
It's okay.
Uh, hey.
You in there? I'm Pinktail.
Oh, okay.
- BABY OPOSSUM: Wow. - Hello.
Uh, this gosling is yours?
Negative.
That gosling stalks me, emits noise
and makes simple tasks more complicated or impossible.
Yeah, they do that.
Goslings imprint on the first thing they see.
Which would be you.
Congratulations.
As far as he's concerned, you're his mother now.
I do not have the programming to be a mother.
No one does.
We just make it up.
Without an assigned task, my next priority
is to return to factory.
Taking care of him is your task now.
Task acquired. Return mode delayed.
A Rozzum always completes its task.
You're lucky you just have one.
As a mother of seven...
- (animal growls viciously) - (baby opossum screams)
...six babies, it's a full-time thing.
- (baby opossums laughing) - But it's not all bad.
(retches)
Just mostly bad.
Do you have any information on how to take care of this unit?
They all need to eat.
But yours needs to swim and fly.
Oh, fly by fall.
He's got to leave this island before winter or...
Uh, how do I put this delicately?
(baby opossums groaning)
Yeah. That.
Eat, swim, fly by fall or... (groans dramatically)
Patience is the key.
It's okay, Mom. I'm alive.
Oh.
(flatly): Yay.
- Well, good luck. - BABY OPOSSUMS: Goodbye.
We like your new baby.
Hope it doesn't die.
♪ ♪
ROZZUM 7134: Eat, swim, fly by fall.
(chirping)
- Eat. - (grunts)
Huh?
ROZZUM 7134: Swim.
(chirping)
Whoa! (grunts)
- I say, keep your trash out of my pond. - (gosling coughs)
That's littering.
- Not to mention murder. - (gosling yelps)
Huh? (whimpers)
(chirping)
ROZZUM 7134: Fly.
(gosling screaming)
(bird screeches)
(clears throat) Allow me to introduce myself.
Fink-- predator and local goose expert.
Which I know you could use about now.
You are the destroyer unit.
It's okay. I won't eat him.
Are you crazy? I might eat him.
You said you would not.
Do you believe everything you hear?
Yes.
(chuckles) Noted.
Why did you steal my gosling?
I'm a fox. I do foxy things.
It's in my nature.
Your programming.
Why'd you help me?
I'm a robot. I do robot-y things.
I seek tasks and ensure all essential needs
have been met or exceeded.
(Fink sniffing)
(gasps, giggles)
(babbling hysterically)
I have some essential needs.
FINK and GOSLING: Aw.
Fink, as a local goose expert,
how do I get-- mmm-- to eat, swim, fly?
(laughs) I thought you'd never ask.
Let's start with eat.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right there.
Hmm.
(yelping, grunting)
Ow.
ROZZUM 7134: I do not think these are suitable.
FINK: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let me check.
Mmm. Seems good to me.
Say, can you make yourself look like a bear?
(Fink clears throat)
FINK (imitating bear): I'm here for a honey lunch.
- (bees buzzing) - (gosling laughing)
ROZZUM 7134: I believe I am under attack.
- You're doing great. - Should I be concerned?
Sorry, can't hear you.
(chuckling)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Here you go, kid.
- (whistling through air) - (grunts)
(growling)
Huh?
ROZZUM 7134: How do goslings normally do this?
FINK: (gasps) Ooh.
Mmm, mmm.
ROZZUM 7134: This is not working.
Are you kidding?
Everything is working great.
(stomach growling)
- Oh, yeah, that. - (gosling whimpers)
Here.
(chuckles, gasps) Yum.
ROZZUM 7134: Phase one of task is completed.
Now, we're gonna have to do all this over tomorrow.
All these kids do... (slurps)
is eat. (burps)
ROZZUM 7134: I understand.
- FINK: What's that? - ROZZUM 7134: My power core.
It is damaged.
Without it, I rely on my solar surfaces and batteries.
Yeah, you should work on that.
Mmm. (burps)
ROZZUM 7134: I also need a replacement transmitter.
Ugh, do I have to do everything?
When we run across another robot, we'll kill it
- and take its transmitter. - Negative.
- (grunts) Huh? - Rozzum inhibition protocols
prevent deliberate harm to others.
Look, you need to learn how things work on this island.
- (crab screams) - Me, the bear, everybody,
we're all just trying to survive.
And kindness is not a survival skill.
Mmm.
- (gosling laughing) - Yeah, so, uh,
how did you get a gosling anyway?
ROZZUM 7134: There was an accident.
I terminated his family.
(hushed): For future reference,
you probably want to keep all that to yourself.
ROZZUM 7134: Understood. Do not mention dead family.
Fink, how long do you estimate swim and fly to take?
Swimming's easy.
I can teach him the way my mom taught me.
- Swim! - (gosling screams)
- ROZZUM 7134: Fink. - Hmm?
- He will not learn that way. - (gosling gasping, coughing)
(groans) Not if you keep doing that.
(grunting)
Just between us, this whole thing
might not take as long as you think.
Your gosling, he isn't exactly...
- (yelps) - ...normal.
ROZZUM 7134: I have a defective baby?
FINK: He's what they call a runt.
- ROZZUM 7134: A runt. - (yells, grunts)
FINK: Fact is, even if his whole family
hadn't have been killed,
he probably wouldn't have lived very long.
- Just, I don't know... - Whoa!
...don't get too attached to the little guy.
That's all.
If you want, I could eat him right now
- and save you the grief later. - Negative.
Eating this task is not the same as completing it.
Ugh. So we're doing this.
Well, if you don't want me or anyone else to eat him,
you're gonna need a place that's safer than out here!
Which is a great idea!
New project. (yelps)
(burps)
Is it normal to burp this much?
Ooh. (burps, chomps)
(chirping)
(animals chattering)
BABY OPOSSUM: That thing's gonna fall on you.
BABY OPOSSUM 2: And squish you to jelly.
SQUIRREL: This guy's nuts.
- ROZZUM 7134: Who is that? - FINK: Paddler?
Local laughingstock.
Spends every day trying to cut down
the biggest tree on the island.
(laughing): He's obsessed.
Kind of like you and your task hang-up.
ROZZUM 7134: His programming.
Hey, Paddler, you're never gonna finish that!
Felling this is not the point.
The process is the art.
And that's what happens to your brain
when you eat wood, weirdo.
- (laughter) - Yeah?
Well, you'll eat those words, vermin.
ROZZUM 7134: Are you sure
Paddler will not mind us borrowing his home?
He doesn't need to know.
Mmm.
Hmm? Huh?
Seriously?
He needs room for me and my stuff.
Better.
Now, you can make one this big, right?
ROZZUM 7134: No task is impossible for Rozzum 7134.
Roz... (mumbles)
7... 34?
- (panting) - But you can call me Roz.
Roz! (giggles)
Roz, Roz, Roz, Roz...
Where are you from that things don't eat each other?
ROZ: I do not know my origin point.
- (mouse squeaking) - Well, who made you?
ROZ: Someone made me?
- Someone made me? - (animals laughing)
- (Fink grunts) - (squirrel yells)
(Fink and gosling laughing)
ROZ: Humor is based on misfortune?
- Misfortune. - Yeah.
Here.
- Try it. - GOSLING: Yeah.
- (Fink grunts) - (animals laughing)
- FINK: Not funny. - GOSLING: Not funny.
- Ugh. Squirrels. - (squirrel screams)
ROZ: Your inefficient participation
will slow the process.
Slow the process.
I'll just be over here.
Little sad but otherwise okay.
ROZ: Just this once.
♪ ♪
(tapping)
Perfect.
Home?
Meh. A little rustic.
ROZ: I think I know what is missing.
(thunder rumbling)
FINK: So, what are you gonna name him?
- I assign to you Gosling 0001. - Huh?
- Okay, that sucked. - GOSLING: That sucked.
(thunder crashes, rumbles)
GOSLING: Whoa.
FINK: You got to learn to make stuff up.
Come on. Find that... (howls) inside you.
ROZ: Searching.
(howling robotically)
(gosling imitating Roz's howl)
- Anything yet? - ROZ: No.
Just have a little fun for once.
Gosling 0186. There.
You see what I did?
His numbering is out of sequence.
(laughs robotically)
(animals laughing)
(laughter stops)
His name can't have numbers.
It's like someone didn't even like him.
ROZ: My name has numbers.
FINK: It's got to be personal.
Personal.
Processing "personal."
Bright. Bill.
Brightbill.
Is that satisfactory?
Brightbill? Processing.
Beep, beep, boop, boop.
- Satisfactory. - FINK: Oh, yeah.
That's perfect. Oh.
(chuckling): Oh. Oh.
That's nice.
(sighs)
- PADDLER: Comfortable, are we? - (gasps)
This house of yours?
You copied it. It's my design.
I know it was you, and I know where you live.
- (thunder crashes) - (Brightbill gasps)
(whimpering)
Oh, perfect. Now no one's gonna get any sleep.
How do we reset Brightbill?
When I was little, my mom would rock me to sleep.
- Like this! - (whimpering)
ROZ: That will damage him.
Hey. I turned out just fine.
(groans) You could tell him a story,
but that's a lot more work.
How will fictional narrative help Brightbill?
Kids need to feel safe and loved and all that junk.
A story can do that?
Storytelling is lying-adjacent, and I lie for a living.
- Watch and learn. - (Brightbill whimpering)
Just fill in the blanks.
Let me see here. Once, there was, uh, this island
with a little gosling.
Brightbill?
And he was all alone.
ROZ: Because the rest of his family was destroyed.
Not yet.
(sighs)
And what this little gosling needed
- was a mother. - Ooh.
- (laughing) - So he looked up at the stars
and asked the brightest one
if it could send him one of their extras.
Funny thing is there's this beautiful robot
that happened to be sitting on the edge of that star.
And she hears him.
- Okay, now. - ROZ: Which is impossible
since sound does not travel through the vacuum of space.
Ugh. But she still heard him
because she was listening with a different part of herself.
A part that, up to that point, she didn't even know she had.
Her heart.
How did my mama come to me from so far away?
- Who cares? - Huh?
Uh, I mean, she's trying to see you.
- Me? - And falls off that star
and lands on the beach just a little ways from here.
But she lands pretty hard, and a lot of stuff she knew
- just kind of fell out. - Oh, no!
FINK: So it's a little weird
what she knows and what she doesn't.
But she remembers one thing: you.
- (gasps) - And when she finally sees you,
- she feels... - ROZ: Crushing obligation.
Very lucky to be a mother.
BRIGHTBILL: Mama.
ROZ: And I will not leave
until I have completed this task,
which has delayed me, damaged me
and violated my protocols,
potentially voiding my warranty.
Which is robot for:
She loves you very much.
(Brightbill yawns, sighs)
ROZ: The story worked.
(gags) I need a drink.
(groans)
ROZ: How do you tell a story
about something you say you know nothing about?
You'll need to be more specific.
Love.
Yeah, well, when you grow up without something,
you spend a lot of time thinking about it.
(chiming, soft electrical buzzing)
ROZ: To conserve battery power, I must shut down until morning.
(Brightbill takes deep breath)
(grunts, sighs)
BRIGHTBILL: I miss her when she sleeps, too.
(imitating robotic whirring and clanking)
Scanning. Beep, bop, boop, boop.
Possible animal friend sighted. (imitates robotic whooshing)
Activating interspecies outreach protocol.
(imitates robotic whirring)
Hello. Bonjour. Hujambo.
I am Gosling 0186,
- but you can call me Bright... - (screams)
(sighs) I expected to have
at least one friend by summer, but they all just...
- Scream and run? - Yes.
I have experienced the same phenomenon.
- Fink? - Beats me.
Nothing weird about you two.
ROZ: Thank you.
Show me deer.
BRIGHTBILL: Uh, bear.
Porcupine. Squirrel.
Uh, turtle opossum. Otter moose.
FINK: Now skunk.
ROZ: I do not want to do skunk.
(whining): Skunk.
- (Roz groans) - Skunky, skunky, skunky.
- Boo! (laughs) - (Brightbill coughing)
How do you do that?
I overheat my Fallium transducer coils,
then leak a little hydraulic fluid on them.
BRIGHTBILL: Does overheating the transducers
have any draining effect on the secondary cooling modules?
ROZ: Not if I precool the load sensors.
(Brightbill sighs)
BRIGHTBILL and ROZ: Exemplary day for swimming tests.
- Pinktail, appetizers. - (baby opossums gasp)
They were bored and wanted to see stuff sink.
Death's proximity...
Makes life burn all the brighter.
- It's true. - Yeah.
Primary motor appendages in opposing stroke start position.
BABY OPOSSUM: Come on, guys. It's happening.
- Yeah! Hurry! - Let's go see!
- Is he gonna drown? - Or get the hypothermias?
No. The impact alone will probably kill him.
- Yeah! - Yay!
Uh, you know, suddenly I'm thinking
I should maybe just stay with you guys this winter.
Nope.
(screaming)
(yelps, whimpers)
- (laughing) - BABY OPOSSUM: Is he dead yet?
(screams, gasps)
Hey. It-it's working.
I-I think I got it.
ROZ: Well done, Brightbill.
Swimming requirement fulfilled.
- That's drowning. - No.
That's swimming.
BRIGHTBILL: Yeah.
(sputtering): Thanks, you guys.
ROZ: Uh, perhaps you could limit your range
to stay within view.
Roz, he needs to become independent
if he's gonna migrate.
I prefer he be independent closer to home.
He won't die.
Well, mmm, probably won't die.
It's unlikely he would die just right now.
- Are you dying? - (gasping, gargling)
Do everyone a favor and expire downstream.
I'm good. Just swimming.
(continues gargling)
I think I need to find an island that's less weird.
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
BRIGHTBILL: Whoa. They're me.
I'm them.
GOOSE: Here I come!
(honking)
Hey!
- Hello. - Whoa.
Bonjour. Konnichiwa. Hujambo.
Uh, uh, I'm Gosling...
- Oh! Um, are you dying? - (gargling, gasping)
Why does everyone ask that? (imitates robotic whirring)
I'm swimming. (grunts)
That's not how you do it.
It is. I studied the diagram.
- I can teach you if you want. - Wait.
You, you're it.
You're that goose thing raised by that monster.
Monster? Wait.
- Goose "thing"? - (chuckles)
You're a big subject of curiosity around here.
You sound so normal.
BRIGHTBILL: My learning curves are within expected parameters,
and I'm on target to mature before fall.
Kind of normal.
Why are you over here?
(gasps) Did that thing die?
Look what we have here.
No way. It lives.
- And almost floats. - (laughter)
Greetings. (imitates robotic whirring)
I see you, too, have feathers and wings.
(imitates robotic whirring, clanking)
Perhaps we can share stories of common interests.
We have nothing in common with you.
The freak show is on the other side of the lake.
You call that a wing?
Ow! That creates a pain response.
- (laughter) - Try swimming with your feet.
- You don't belong here. - (gasping)
- Come on. Fly away! - (coughs, sputters)
(coughs) Roz!
Brightbill.
GOOSE: The monster!
GOOSE 2: It's here!
GOOSE 3: Eat the slow, weak ones!
Leave me alone!
(geese honking frantically)
(gasps)
- ROZ: Brightbill? - FINK: It's Rockmouth.
Get him out of there!
(Brightbill gasping)
Roz? (yells, gargles)
(thuds)
BRIGHTBILL: Roz! Hurry!
- Brightbill, focus on me. - (panting, gasping)
Now swim as fast as you can.
Head down now!
(gasps, whimpers)
(panting, gasping)
ROZ: Oh, no.
(beeping)
He's gonna eat me!
(gargling)
(breathing heavily)
Why'd he attack me?
GOOSE: Because you are a runt.
ROZ: He just wanted to make contact with his own kind.
He is not our kind.
ROZ: He is a 98% match to your...
No, I'm not.
Let's just go, Mom.
(chuckles): Wait. You think that thing is your mother?
Yes. (stammers)
No. I don't know.
That thing killed your mother.
- Everyone knows that. - (Brightbill gasps)
FINK: Oh, thanks for talking so much.
- Now I know who to eat first! - (geese scream)
Roz, remember how things work here.
Stop it, Fink. Please, let's go.
ROZ: I hope this interaction...
Mom, stop.
ROZ: Uh, I just intended to...
Roz!
I'll see you all for dinner! This is not over!
♪ ♪
(electrical crackling)
BRIGHTBILL: How did I become... this?
The truth.
ROZ: There was an accident.
Did you do it?
ROZ: Yes.
It wasn't her fault, kid.
Why didn't you tell me?
I did not think the information would assist you.
That's not your decision to make.
(scoffs) I-I can't believe how long I bought this.
I really thought you were my family.
You... did?
It was so obvious. I feel so stupid.
I miscalculated.
I should have considered your e-emotional wavelengths.
You think? So, was it just guilt?
Is that why you did this?
I... I-I needed a task.
BRIGHTBILL: Well, I'm glad I could give you one.
ROZ: The events that led to this situation were unintended.
Tell that to my sisters, my brothers, my real mom.
They were my chance to be normal.
They were my chance to swim, to fly.
What even am I?
You swam satisfactorily today, and if you keep practicing...
I still won't belong.
ROZ: I understand.
You don't understand anything.
You don't feel anything.
You're not my mom.
♪ ♪
- (birds screeching) - (water burbling)
♪ ♪
NARRATOR (on video): At Universal Dynamics,
design is our passion.
Our communities circle the globe,
welcoming all people who dream of a preplanned life
where every need has been anticipated,
- no detail overlooked. - (robotic barking)
(laughing)
Could this world get any better?
ROZZUM UNIT: Here you go.
NARRATOR: It has.
Introducing the Rozzum line of helper robots.
These robots are designed to fit seamlessly
into our communities, even your homes.
One Rozzum robot for every five humans
means a 40% increase in leisure time and happiness.
(glitching): Solar-powered, l-l-loved by everyone, R-Roz...
is always in the sun.
Loved by everyone.
Part of the Universal Dynamics family.
(audio distorts, stops)
♪ ♪
(beeps, power whirring)
Hello. Bonjour. Hujambo.
Congratulations on your Universal Dynamics robot.
I am Rozzum 6262.
Your name cannot have numbers.
I will call you Rummage.
Rummage is ready to receive its first task.
Your first task is to assist me in my current task.
Task acquired.
A Rozzum always completes its task.
Just ask.
(noisemaker blares)
Suppose a task cannot be completed.
Rozzum sequential management ensures task accomplishment
- in under... - Rephrase.
I have a task that has become impossible.
My responses to problems increasingly rely on...
(hushed): improvised solutions.
The processing that used to happen here
is now coming more from here.
Can you explain again what we are doing?
I don't know! I'm just making stuff up.
I don't know what I'm doing, and I have to.
I have to because he's relying on me.
Oh.
What task could possibly overwhelm the Alpha-113?
- (fanfare playing) - The Alpha-113 processor
represents the fusion of all human knowledge
with the most powerful reasoning device
- ever developed by humankind. - (fanfare ends)
I have a kid.
Okay.
May I run a diagnostic?
I feel fine.
You should not feel anything at all.
(beeping)
♪ ♪
You overrode your programming?
I have been overriding my code for months.
It was the only way to complete my task.
This is serious.
You are defective.
You are in the wrong place,
and you have become the wrong thing.
You must return to factory.
Take this.
They will fix you.
(distorting): 7134, that is where you belong.
FINK: You need to let me know before you disappear like this.
Three things tried to eat me on the way here.
Roz?
We ruined everything.
Well, you did.
You are not a goose expert, are you?
I know how they taste.
That's about it.
Oh. Is that...
A working transmitter.
- It will call the ones that made me. - (sniffing)
So, you're getting out of here?
I found out where I'm supposed to be.
I will fit in there.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure
I'd want to see the sort of place you actually fit in.
I think they need me and they will fix me.
Maybe there is someone small there
that needs my help.
(geese honking in distance)
FINK: Oh, no.
- ROZ: Are those... - He's out of time.
Well, come on!
We need to get him in the air.
I don't think he will ever let us help him again.
(chattering, whimpering)
Don't worry. We're his only friends.
He has no choice. He has to say yes.
No!
ROZ: The mutation that made you small
should not have an effect on your ability
to navigate the air.
Do either of you know more about flying
than you did swimming?
Mmm, no.
Look, Roz, whatever task you think you're doing,
you're done.
- You can just leave. - Wow.
And after all we've done for him.
Are you gonna let him do that?
No.
Your life is not negotiable.
If you are willing to do this, you can fly away
and we can both go to where we belong.
- (Brightbill sighs) - (geese honking in distance)
You really think we can do this?
A Rozzum always completes its task.
("Kiss the Sky" by Maren Morris playing)
♪ The unfamiliar road could be ♪
♪ The same place you get lost and find yourself ♪
♪ There might be bumps, there might be bruises ♪
♪ But at least you'll have a story to tell ♪
(pants, yelps)
- (whimpers) - FINK: Ooh.
- (geese laughing) - ♪ Time'll slip on by ♪
♪ If you're stuck here living life with too much caution ♪
- ROZ: You just need more speed. - (sighs)
♪ And I know you know that those wings ♪
♪ They weren't made for walking ♪
- Ready? - I guess I have to be.
♪ Oh, it's safe ♪
- ♪ Where you are ♪ - (grunts)
- (yells, grunts) - ♪ But safe only gets you ♪
♪ So far ♪
(night birds hooting)
♪ ♪
- I don't know what to say. - Good.
♪ What if you look your fears right in the eye ♪
♪ Say you'll see them another time? ♪
♪ What if for once you can find ♪
- ♪ A piece of you ♪ - BRIGHTBILL: Whoa.
♪ That you've been hiding? ♪
♪ You've been hiding ♪
- (whimpering) - ♪ What if you chase your heart ♪
Okay, now!
♪ Out to the edge, rewrite your stars ♪
- (whimpers) I'm up! - ♪ And be brave instead? ♪
- ♪ What if you jump ♪ - (panting, whimpering)
♪ And the falling feels a little like you're flying? ♪
- Whoa, whoa! (yells) - ♪ Like you're flying ♪
- I do not know what to do next. - (wind howling)
(screams)
(yelling)
(screams)
(grunts)
- FINK: Roz? - ROZ: I'm fine.
Go again.
(sniffs)
(Brightbill sighs)
It's no use. They're too small.
You can't be up there with him.
Then we'll find someone who can.
You home?
ROZ: We have a proposition.
FINK: Mmm, mmm.
A flight instructor?
What loser did you dig up...
(falcon screeches)
Meet Thunderbolt.
So, you think small wings to be a disappointment?
Small wings are teeth, the claws of the sky.
Tho-Those are, uh, d-different things.
Show me your teeth!
Beautiful.
Begin.
Remember, there's nothing he can do that you can't.
(grunts)
So, he's safe, right?
FINK: Hmm? Maybe.
- Follow me. - (both grunt)
Your shape takes more work to fly straight
but easier to turn and dive.
♪ You just might kiss the sky ♪
You ready?
(whimpers, screams)
♪ You just might kiss the sky ♪
- Not bad for a goose. - Oh. (chuckles)
♪ Oh, you just might kiss the sky ♪
(panting, grunting)
(laughs)
- Woo-hoo! - (Thunderbolt chuckles)
Exactly. Again.
♪ Just might kiss the sky ♪
(Thunderbolt screeching)
(Brightbill squawking)
You should be commended.
Thank you, uh...
Longneck, one of the leaders of the coming migration.
I've been watching you both for some time.
You are the only goose
that has ever bothered to be civil with us.
We geese are a cranky lot,
suspicious of pretty much everything,
but at least we're good conversationalists.
- Really? - No.
We're all so boring.
All we do is gossip.
I dare say Brightbill is the most interesting among us,
though none would ever admit it.
When do you leave?
A week.
Can Brightbill...
Endurance.
Keep him in the air all day.
First light to dusk, his feet cannot touch the ground.
Understand?
I understand.
Brightbill was never supposed to get this far.
You know that.
It is more dangerous for him than anyone else.
But he has a chance if, where his wings end,
his heart can pay the balance.
His heart is 48 millimeters.
From what I've seen, Brightbill's heart
is much bigger on the inside
than the outside.
Endurance.
Then we'll talk.
♪ What if you look your fears right in the eye ♪
♪ Say you'll see them another time? ♪
- ♪ What if for once you can ♪ - (Paddler grunting)
- ♪ Find a piece of you ♪ - (baby opossums laughing)
- ♪ That you've been hiding? ♪ - (breathing heavily)
♪ You've been hiding ♪
♪ What if you chase your heart out to the edge ♪
♪ Rewrite your stars and be brave instead? ♪
♪ What if you jump ♪
♪ And the falling feels a little like you're flying? ♪
- ♪ Like you're flying ♪ - (panting heavily)
ROZ: Don't give up.
Come on, kid.
Get your butt back up in the air
- where it belongs! - (yelps)
(grunting)
Gentle motivation is a mom skill.
You'll learn it.
(grunting)
- Attaboy. - ♪ Oh, you just might ♪
♪ Kiss the sky ♪
(grunts)
(laughing)
(sighs)
♪ Just might kiss the sky. ♪
- (animals chittering) - (animal clears throat)
(geese honking, chattering)
What's he doing here?
Does he think he's coming with us?
Things still weird with you two?
- Still weird. - LONGNECK: Attention, everyone!
The time has come again.
This flight is thousands of unforgiving miles.
It has shaped us and tested us over millennia.
Now, join your families, and good luck.
Aha. There you are.
Right on time.
Hello, Brightbill.
Wait, you know my name?
Roz and I go way back. (chuckles)
Brightbill, you have an amazing journey ahead.
I envy you.
Nothing can equal a goose's first migration.
Thank you.
I would be delighted if you would join my group.
Been ages since I had a youngster in my formation.
What do you say?
- I-I promise I'll keep up. - (chuckles)
Lock in close on my right side.
No, left. I mean... Oh, this side.
(chuckles)
(mechanical whirring)
This flight is a gift Roz has given you.
Yeah, I understand.
No, you don't.
You see any other geese here your size?
The accident that killed your family saved you.
I... I never thought of it that way.
Funny how life works.
ROZ: Thank you for looking after my...
for looking after Brightbill.
Goodbye, Roz.
I am honored to have met you.
You are a credit to wh-whatever species it is you belong to.
A bit worse for wear, I'm afraid.
I'd say you shine like new.
What are you waiting for, Hortensia?
This migration isn't gonna fly itself.
(geese honking)
Well, guess it's time.
Yes.
Will you be here when I get back?
No.
I'm glad you're going where you belong.
Roz, I...
I, um...
LONGNECK: Brightbill!
I could use a boost.
FINK: Hey, little guy.
Fly like you, not like them.
I will.
Bye, Fink.
Thank you.
Ready?
I guess I have to be.
♪ ♪
(geese honking)
♪ ♪
(panting)
Roz?
I...
♪ ♪
Brightbill, follow me.
♪ ♪
Must be a relief.
Yes. Brightbill is where he belongs.
And now you can return to your solitary life
of struggling to survive on an island
where everything wants to kill and eat you.
Yeah! And you can go to that place you've never been
and don't know what's gonna happen to you.
- Yes. - Yes.
(chuckling): So... all good.
- All good. - Amazing!
- Amazing. - Even...
- (wind howling) - (Fink sighs)
Amazing.
Not that it matters, but who says you need to leave?
I am not sure.
Them, I guess.
Your programming?
Well, time for me to go underground for the winter.
Fink?
Unless you want to stay, 'cause we could...
we could... we could hang out and-and-and do stuff.
ROZ: How do you know if you love something?
Someone?
If you do, you... you should probably tell them.
What if it is too late?
I wouldn't know.
Fink?
(wind whistling)
♪ ♪
(whirring)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(whimpers)
(chitters)
(grunts)
(snorts)
(growls softly)
♪ ♪
Rozzum 7134.
Task complete.
Activating return transmitter
- in three, two, one. - (beeping)
(whirring)
(steady beeping)
(quiet chatter)
(alarm buzzing)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Distress signal received.
Mapping location.
(geese squawking)
(whale calling)
Is something on your mind?
(sighs) I-I forgot to say something before I left.
Maybe they heard it anyway.
Sometimes hearts have their own conversations.
♪ ♪
(geese squawking)
(thunder crashing)
We must descend,
find shelter while this blows over.
Stay close.
There.
Follow me.
Come on.
(sighs) Stay hidden.
We can rest here till the worst is over.
Noise to a minimum, please.
Honkington, stop nibbling on everything.
(Honkington squawks)
(sighs) Migrations sure are tiring, huh?
(both gasp, scoff)
Yeah, they all hate me.
(footsteps thudding nearby)
Roz?
Roz! What are you doing here?
I'm so glad to see you.
There's something I needed to tell you,
but-but there wasn't time.
Roz, I...
(Brightbill gasps)
(sighs)
- (alarm blaring) - Hmm?
- Activate. - Yeah.
(rapid beeping, buzzing)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Animal infestation.
- Animal infestation. - ROZZUM UNITS: Task acquired.
- Animal infestation. - Task acquired.
- Task acquired. Task acquired. - Animal infestation.
Please, everyone, find your formation.
Get a hold of yourselves!
(frantic chatter, screaming)
Gad, it's no use.
Wait. Rozzums can't hurt you.
Their inhibition protocols prevent
deliberate conflict or harm to others.
You're not afraid of them.
You grew up with these things.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't understand.
They're panicked. You're not.
Right now our only chance is to be led out
by someone that doesn't think like a goose.
- Follow me. - Uh...
Uh, maybe we should just think about this.
♪ ♪
AUTOMATED VOICE: Navigation compromised.
(alarm blaring)
(geese screeching)
I'm going to get them to follow you.
When they do, lead them out.
Peck, Honkington, fall in behind us.
Now, Brightbill, take lead!
(panting): Yeah. Why not?
Okay.
There's nothing I can do that you can't.
Here we go.
Tight turns. Come on.
Dive.
Now climb. That's it.
Ha! Glad I lived long enough to see that.
I'll buy you some time.
Follow Brightbill.
Don't wait for me.
Keep up.
That's it.
Faster. Hurry.
Come on.
(honking wildly)
Brightbill.
(panicked whimpering)
Fink?
Roz? Roz!
(chuckling): Hey.
Wh-What are you doing here?
I may have turned off the transmitter.
Even though Brightbill does not want me here,
I needed to know if he made it.
Breaking the rules?
I thought you had to do what they told you.
It is good to see a friend.
(purrs)
Wait. Why are you awake?
It is bad out there.
Worst storm I've ever seen.
Cold got to me in my den, and I got a deep den.
Are others in danger?
Hmm? Um...
mmm, mmm,
mm-mm-mm...
(quietly): Yeah.
(yelps, sighs)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
FINK: Are you sure about this?
We could have the whole island to ourselves come spring.
Why are you interested in eliminating
everyone else from this island?
No one likes me.
Nor me, but right now we are their only chance.
Funny how life works.
(groaning): Okay.
(sniffing)
(grunts)
Here.
(startled chattering)
Can you find more?
♪ ♪
(shuddering)
- (whimpering) - Mom?
(sighs) We're gonna be okay.
(shuddering)
ANIMAL: What are you doing here, j-jerk?
Bummer, this one's dead.
- ROZ: That is not funny. - (angry chittering)
♪ ♪
FINK: Paddler.
I'm f-f-fine.
(Fink whimpers)
Don't give up.
(otters chittering)
♪ ♪
(animals chattering, chirping)
You don't look so good.
ROZ (glitching): Is everyone accounted for?
Mmm... maybe one more.
♪ ♪
(low growling)
(animals clamoring, screaming)
- (angry chittering) - MOOSE: Oh, yeah?
(fierce grunting)
(screams)
(grunting, screaming)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
Take it outside.
Hey, those are Brightbill's baby pictures.
Put that down.
(grunts, whimpers)
What the...
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Knock it off. You think those grow on trees?
Hmm? Hey.
- No! - (screams)
Fink only!
(gasps, screams)
Anyone seen my lost fuzz balls?
Eh, smelly, noisy, prone to biting?
- We're all gonna die! - (laughter)
(clamoring continues)
- (panicked chittering) - BADGER: What's he doing here?
Oh, great. This will help.
Get out of here.
I worked hard on this.
ROZ: Fink, what is happening?
You put a bunch of predators
and their food supply in one room.
Who knew?
That's my lunch!
- ROZ: Fink. - What?!
Help them.
(groans)
Quiet!
(clamoring continues)
OTTER: Shh!
(clamoring stops)
The jerk wants to speak.
(Fink sighs)
Most of you hate me, and I hate most of you.
Everyone in here hates someone else.
- (animals murmuring) - BABY OPOSSUM: It's true.
But here we are, and here's the deal.
First one that walks out that door is dead,
and if we can't keep it together in here,
everyone's dead.
We all got one chance to see next spring.
Because of her.
The thing.
The monster.
Well, her name is Roz.
And while you all ran from her
and stole from her and made fun of her,
all she's been trying to do is raise her kid.
The little one that no one gave a chance.
Including me.
She's the one who got you out of the storm, built this place.
And despite my suggestion that she let you all freeze,
she risked everything to bring you here.
I know you all have instincts that keep you alive.
B-But sometimes to survive,
we must become more than we were programmed to be.
Before I shut down, I need you to promise me one thing.
A truce.
Just while we're in here.
THORN: She's right.
I will not harm anyone.
Not while we're in here.
(sighs)
(snoring)
(chittering)
(animals sighing)
(baby animals giggling)
- No. - (groans)
- (yelps) - (chittering)
We won't even pretend to die while we're in here.
Roz? What's going on?
I completed my task.
You sure about that?
(glitching): I will...
consider this.
(powering down)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(birds chirping)
(whirring)
(geese honking)
He'll be here.
I know he will.
Brightbill. He's alive.
- Look what we have here. - Brightbill!
BRIGHTBILL: We made it.
HONKINGTON: Brightbill, Brightbill!
I believed in you day one.
- Let's hear it for Brightbill. - (chuckling): Okay.
- You did it! I knew you could. - Okay.
- Whoa. (chuckling) - To our flight leader!
(cheering, excited chatter)
- BRIGHTBILL: Okay. - GOOSE: Brightbill!
He found where he belongs.
- (frantic honking) - (Fink panting)
FINK: Hey, kid!
BRIGHTBILL: Fink!
- FINK: Welcome back. - (geese gasping)
(screaming)
No, no, it's okay. He's with me.
(both laughing)
- (scoffs) - What?
BRIGHTBILL: I did it, Fink.
I led them to the summer nesting grounds.
And... where's Longneck?
Sorry, kid.
But, hey, you really did it.
Roz is gonna be so excited.
Roz? Wait, she's here?
She stayed.
For you.
I thought I saw her right over...
there.
Roz, Roz, I need to talk to you.
Roz?
(insects and night birds chirping)
(rumbling)
(beeping)
♪ ♪
(whirring)
ROBOT: Rozzum 7134, I presume.
And you must be Universal Dynamics.
Yes. I am Vontra.
Virtual Observational Neutralizing
Troublesome Retrieval Authority.
You seem happy.
The good people at Universal Dynamics
have programmed us to put our targets at ease
so as to more efficiently facilitate their collection.
But don't worry, despite my cheery demeanor,
I am unfeeling, inflexible and morally neutral.
(laughing wildly)
That is a big ship just for me.
You are a big deal.
You are one of six Rozzums lost
from a container ship in a typhoon.
So that is how I got here.
You were not easy to find.
Moments after receiving your signal, we lost it again.
Almost as if a certain Rozzum unit shut it off.
Someone has been busy.
I was simply completing a task.
As am I. (giggles)
Tell me, how did you secure a task
in a place where nothing can communicate with you?
It is complicated.
And we cannot wait to hear all about it.
Come aboard, 7134.
We will fix you right up.
My name is Roz.
Is something keeping you...
Roz?
No.
♪ ♪
FINK: Roz! What are you doing?
- Quit messing around. - Fink?
FINK: It's Brightbill.
He needs to talk to you.
I think I've forgotten something.
Roz? (giggles)
It is imperative you return to this ship.
ROZ: Yes, uh, I left
my transverse a-adapter thing out there.
I'll just go get it and be right back.
Voice stress analyzer indicates you are...
Lying your butt off back there.
I'm so proud of you.
Your target is Rozzum 7134.
RECO: Deploy.
Launch flares.
(flares whistling)
(roaring)
You coming?
(weapon blasting)
(chittering)
♪ ♪
(Thunderbolt screeches)
(Thorn growling)
(roars)
(moose bellowing)
- Brightbill. - Roz.
I have so much to tell...
Are those your parents?
I know predators, and those are predators.
RECO: Acknowledge return command.
What are they saying?
They want me to come with them.
Tell them you're already home.
- Yeah! - (animals clamoring)
- Tell them you're already home. - Yeah, tell them.
I am already home, thank you.
RECO: You do not belong here.
This is a wilderness.
And I am a wild robot.
- (Roz howls) - (animals howling)
Are you here to kill us?
It says yes!
(grunting)
(chittering)
(groaning)
- RACCOON: Get him! - (raccoons whooping, laughing)
Status?
RECO: It is not cooperating.
THORN: Roz, behind you!
RECO: Rozzum unit captured.
- Okay, it's all you. - It's all you.
- Make it look good. - (groans)
(Roz groans)
Oops.
Let us divide the robot meat amongst us.
You scare me.
RECO: Damage detected.
- Activating return transmitter. - (raccoon laughing)
- (howls) - (other animals howling)
(explosion booms)
- (frantic chittering) - (explosions booming)
(coughing)
Roz?
Roz! No!
Gotcha.
(animals yipping, howling)
- BRIGHTBILL: Come on! - THUNDERBOLT: On your left.
(geese honking)
- Uh, guys? - (Fink gasps)
♪ ♪
ROZ (glitching): What is happening?
You will be reconditioned and returned to rotation.
But first, we need everything inside that head of yours.
- Why? - You've changed.
The data you've amassed while on this island
is priceless to Universal Dynamics.
♪ ♪
(geese honking)
Please, I want to keep my memories.
Your memories are what we came for.
Can I keep just one?
Mmm... no.
(whooshing)
- (alarm blaring) - AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert. Alert.
Multiple objects in flight path.
Evasive action.
(geese honking)
(glitching): Please, I want to keep my memories.
Hello. I am home. Bonjour. Just ask.
Brightbill. Hola. Roz.
(panting)
(grunts)
(groans)
Roz!
Roz?
What happened was not your fault.
But what you did to try to fix it is everything.
I love you...
(whispers): ...Mom.
(soft whirring)
(beeping)
I love you, too.
Roz? Roz!
Let's go home.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert. Rozzum unit escaping.
VONTRA: Impossible.
Where are we going?
Only one animal is big enough to stop this.
(moose bellowing)
(geese honking)
THORN: Uh, Paddler, you got a minute?
Uh, we have suddenly taken an interest in your project.
Male bovine excrement.
You're in trouble, and you need my tree.
Yes. Yes, we do.
Everyone that made fun of me and mocked my project,
admit you were wrong.
- Oh, we're so sorry. - (animals murmuring)
PADDLER: Now you.
I already did.
Now say I'm cool, and don't lie.
(Fink straining)
ANIMALS: Fink!
♪ ♪
(chuckling)
(explosions booming)
(weapon blasts)
- Roz! - Stay quiet.
Universal Dynamics cannot afford their Rozzums going off script,
modifying their code,
forming connections with things they should not.
Brightbill has nothing to do with this.
Please, at least let me return him.
Oh, I'm bringing you both back for study.
Neither of you needs to be in one piece to do that.
(deep thrumming)
(grunts)
We will just keep coming until we have you.
(distorting): We will just keep coming until we have you.
What's it saying?
Nothing important.
(glitching): We will just keep coming...
We will just keep coming until...
What now?
(geese honking)
I can't fly.
You don't need to.
(wind whistling)
Don't be afraid.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't-don't you need that?
I have everything I need.
All power to exterior.
(whirring)
You call yourselves animals? Let's go!
For the island! For Roz!
♪ ♪
(whooshing)
♪ ♪
ROZ: On a scale of one to ten,
how would you rate my performance?
- Yeah! - (animals cheering)
PINKTAIL: Yay! Look at us! We did it.
- We did it! - (Thorn roaring)
BRIGHTBILL: Do not scare me like that again.
- PADDLER: Due to my skills... - BRIGHTBILL: Good job, guys.
- ...and my tree. - We did it.
THUNDERBOLT: Well done, everyone.
- You weren't so bad yourself. - I helped, right?
PADDLER: That'll teach whatever those things are
to come around here.
BABY OPOSSUM: If they come back, I'm gonna bite 'em.
(Brightbill laughing)
♪ ♪
FINK (distant): Great job, kid!
They will just keep coming until they have me.
And we'll be ready.
We can fight them off as many times as we need to.
ROZ: You don't need to.
What are you saying? You're...
- leaving? - ROZ: Yes.
To protect all of you,
there are things there that I must put right.
No. They'll take your memories. Th-They'll take you.
ROZ: Remember when you talked to me on the ship?
They cut my power, but I still heard you.
Because I was listening with a different part of myself.
Wherever that is, that's where I keep me.
And I promise they'll never, ever find it.
But we fought so hard for you to stay.
You did.
And you gained far more than just saving me.
You came together as an island.
When I do this, you will all be safe from them forever.
Don't do this.
But you... you're my friend,
and I-I-I never had one before, and...
I-I... I need you.
And what if I get lost or-or he's hurt or-or...
(crying): or what if I need to tell you something
and you're not here?
You can tell me.
And me.
And you can talk to me as well, if you must.
This is my migration,
and when it is time, I promise I will find my way home.
♪ ♪
You know, I'll be chasing you again tomorrow.
(laughs)
Nah, just kidding.
♪ ♪
(whooshing)
♪ ♪
(chittering)
- (bellows) - (chuckles) Oh.
(blows) Mmm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why are you bigger than everyone else?
Artistic license.
The scale is based on the hierarchy of importance.
NARRATOR (on video): Could this world get any better?
Introducing the Rozzum line of helper robot...
- (video stops) - (animals groan)
Yeah, yeah, you watch that too much.
Story time. Get going.
- (cheering) - (Thorn laughing)
Settle down.
(laughter)
Once, there was an island with all sorts of animals,
and they fought and they ran and they hid.
But mostly, they were scared.
But then a robot fell right out of the sky.
Roz.
She had some strange ideas.
Thought kindness was a survival skill.
And you know what? She was right.
Where is she now?
Well, they needed her back where she came from.
She has some very important work to finish there.
BABY OPOSSUM: Will we ever see her again?
BABY ANIMAL: Yeah, yeah, will we see her?
BABY ANIMAL 2: Will she ever come home?
THORN: Yeah, will she?
FINK: Well, if I know Roz,
she's making a plan to come back.
And a Rozzum always completes its task.
Hello. I am Rozzum 7134.
(geese honking)
(rustling)
♪ ♪
But you can call me Roz.
♪ ♪
("Even When I'm Not" by Maren Morris playing)
♪ I'm gonna live forever in you ♪
♪ Long as the sky and oceans are blue ♪
♪ I'll always love you and I'll never stop ♪
♪ I'll always be there ♪
♪ Even when I'm not ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I know the world could turn into a lonely place ♪
♪ Can break your heart and paint the teardrops ♪
♪ On your face ♪
♪ I might not be beside you, but I won't be far ♪
♪ I'll be looking over you like northern stars ♪
♪ On nights your mind is spiraling like desert winds ♪
♪ The where you want to go is not the where you've been ♪
♪ Darlin', don't be scared of what's around the bend ♪
♪ And when you feel alone, I hope you never forget, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna live forever in you ♪
♪ Long as the sky and oceans are blue ♪
♪ I'll always love you ♪
♪ And I'll never stop ♪
♪ I'll always be there ♪
♪ Even when I'm not ♪
♪ Even when I'm not, oh ♪
♪ I hope you never hesitate ♪
♪ And waste those wings ♪
♪ I hope you dance under the rain ♪
♪ The storm cloud brings ♪
♪ You can win a battle ♪
♪ But you can't beat time ♪
♪ When I'm no longer with you ♪
♪ Know that I ♪
♪ Oh, I ♪
♪ I'm gonna live forever ♪
♪ In you ♪
♪ Long as the sky ♪
♪ And oceans are blue ♪
♪ I'll always love you ♪
♪ And I'll never stop ♪
♪ I'll always be there ♪