Peppa, if you like bubbles, why don't you play with your bubble mixture? Yes. My bubble mixture.

The defroster. And... Nothing.

All right, what'd you do after you turned on the defroster?

Yeah it is, it is. We really, really have to do something about that. Excuse me, you think I'm cheap?

Now watch this. Daddy Pig has made his own bubble mixture.

I love bubbles. Oh, dear. The bubble mixture is all used up.

So, you said you hit the defroster. When was that? Just before this next intersection. Now.

Hop aboard. Quick, Daddy. Splice the main brace. Chocks away. Full steam ahead.

You sent probes into that? Mm-hm. We sent people into it. Ten years ago. The Lazarus missions.

My purpose is to heal, the sick and injured. Baymax, open your access port.

Finch, remember that quaint little town that made transponders? Could this be the next generation?

Grandpa Pig is using the metal detector to find buried treasure. The metal detective have found something.

And maybe in light of what happened until you get a better understanding of what this is all about, you need a little reminder.

Ms. Thompson, the transponders you make at the factory, what do they do? I don't know. I swear to God.

Oh dear. I've spilled all my bubble mixture. Now, we can't make any more bubbles.

Peppa loves jumping up and down in muddy puddles. Look. The bubble mixture has made the puddle all bubbly.

George, wake up. Santa has been. Bubble makers, comics, and tangerines.

You're taking medical advice from the woman who invented the Thigh Master? Damn right. Have you seen my thighs?

Homeland received word from Cybercom that a truck carrying three cesium-137 irradiators missed two checkpoints.

But we can play jumping in muddy puddles. Look. Daddy Pig's bubble mixture has made a big muddy puddle. Hurray.