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Cousin Hector!

Hey, These guys, Hey, Tio!

Que onda?

These people are all your family?

In a way, We’re all the ones with no photos or ofrendas

No family to go home to Nearly forgotten, you know?

So, we all call each other cousin, or tio, or whatever

Hector - Tia Chelo!

Muchas gracias!

Hey, Save some for me, Is Chicharron around?

Eh, in the bungalow

I don’t know if he’s in the mood for visitors

Who doesn’t like a visit from Cousin Hector?

Buenas noches, Chicharron!

I don’t want to see your stupid face, Hector

Come on It’s Dia de Muertos

I brought you a little offering

Get out of here

I would, Cheech But the thing is, me and my friend, Miguel

We really need to borrow your guitar

My guitar - Yes

My prized beloved guitar?

I promise we’ll bring it right back

Like the time you promised to bring back my van?

Uh - Or my mini-fridge?

Ah, you see - Or my good napkins, My lasso, My femur?

Well, no, not like those times

Where is my femur, You

You okay, amigo?

I’m fading, Hector

I can feel it

I couldn’t even play that thing if I wanted to

You play me something

No, You know I don’t play anymore, Cheech

The guitar is for the kid

You want it, you got to earn it

Ay, only for you, amigo

Any requests?

You know my favorite, Hector

Well, everyone knows Juanita

Her eyes each a different color

Her teeth stick out And her chin goes in

And her

Knuckles they drag on the floor

Those aren’t the words

There are children present

Her hair is like a briar

She stands in a bow-legged stance

And if I weren’t so ugly

She’d possibly give me a chance

Brings back memories

Gracias

Wait, What happened?

He’s been forgotten

When there’s no one left in the living world who remembers you

you disappear from this world

We call it the final death

Where did he go?

No one knows

But I’ve met him, I could remember him when I go back!

No, it doesn’t work like that, chamaco

Our memories, they have to be passed down

by those who knew us in life in the stories they tell about us

But there’s no one left alive to pass down Cheech’s stories

Hey, it happens to everyone eventually

Come on, de la Cruzcito, you’ve got a contest to win

You told me you hated musicians

You never said you were one

How do you think I knew your great-great-grandpa?

We used to play music together

Taught him everything he knows

No manches, You played with Ernesto de la Cruz

the greatest musician of all time?

Ah, you’re funny

Greatest eyebrows of all time maybe

But his music, Eh, not so much

You don’t know what you’re talking about

Welcome to the Plaza de la Cruz!

Showtime, chamaco!

Llevelo, T-shirts, Bobbleheads!

Bienvenidos a todos!

Who’s ready for some musica?

It’s a battle of the bands, amigos

The winner gets to play for the maestro himself,

Ernesto de la Cruz at his fiesta tonight!

That’s our ticket, muchacho

Let the competition begin!

So, what’s the plan, What are you gonna play?

Definitely Remember Me

No, Not that one, No

Come on It’s his most popular song!

Ah, it’s too popular

Remember me Though I have to travel far

Remember me,

Don’t let it make you cry,

What about Poco Loco?

Epa, Now that’s a song!

De la Cruzcito, You’re on standby

Los Chachalacos, you’re up next

Los Chachalacos!

You always this nervous before a performance?

I don’t know I’ve never performed before

What, You said you were a musician!

I am, I mean, I will be

Ay - Once I win

That’s your plan?

No, You have to win

Your life literally depends on you winning, And you’ve never done this before!

I’ll go up there

No, I need to do this - Why?

If I can’t go out and play one song,

how can I call myself a musician?

What does that matter?

Because I don’t just want to get de la Cruz’s blessing

I need to prove that I’m worthy of it

Oh, that’s such a sweet sentiment

at such a bad time!

Okay, Okay You want to perform?

Then you got to perform!

First, you have to loosen up Shake off those nerves

Now give me your best grito

My best grito?

Come on, yell, Belt it out

Ah, it feels good Okay, now you

Oh, come on, kid

De la Cruzcito, you’re on now!

Miguel, look at me Hey, look at me

You can do this

Grab their attention and don’t let it go

Make them listen, chamaco You’ve got this

De la Cruzcito

What’s he doing, Why isn’t he playing?

Bring back the singing dogs!

What color is the sky Ay mi amor, ay mi amor

You tell me that it’s red Ay mi amor, ay mi amor

Where should I put my shoes, Ay mi amor, ay mi amor

You say put them on your head

Ay mi amor, ay mi amor

You make me un poco loco Un poqui-ti-ti-to loco

The way you keep me guessing I’m nodding and I’m yes-ing

I’ll count it as a blessing

That I’m only un poco loco

Not bad for a dead guy!

Not so bad yourself, gordito, Eso!

He’s close, Find him!

The loco that you make me It is just un poco crazy

The sense that you’re not making

The liberties you’re taking

Leaves my cabeza shaking You’re just un poco loco