[whistling]
♪ Camp Splinterwood Our summer home ♪
♪ For catapulting! Slingshotting! Getting thrown! ♪
♪ Campers rocket through the trees ♪
♪ Cannonballing where they please ♪
♪ Zipping in the air ♪
♪ Crashing everywhere ♪
♪ Archery, dodge-bird, Borb tennis ♪
♪ It's absurd! ♪
♪ Here they come! Red, Stella, Bomb, and Chuck ♪
♪ Flying fast Look out, duck! ♪
♪ All your life you'll be glad You had this ♪
♪ Angry Birds Summer Madness! ♪
Tag, you're it!
-[giggling] -Whoo-hoo!
[hatchlings giggling]
-Stella! -Stella! Stella!
What up, little cheeps?
Play bird tag with us, Stella.
Hmm, that sounds like a challenge.
[Matilda] Ah, it's just a little friendly competition.
Did you say competition?
[panting]
Hey, that was fun.
Huh?
[groans]
[coughs]
Did I do that?
Which part? Going all Agro-Stella and beating a bunch of kids?
Or totally owning bird tag? 'Cause you did both.
[Hatchling grumbles]
Stella.
Why?
[crying]
Some bird really needs a deep aura cleansing.
Come on, kids. Let's get some hot worm sundaes.
Am I, like, too competitive?
Of course not.
Unless you mean how you're incapable of losing at anything, ever. Then, yes.
It's the "Stella Way."
You guys have a name for it?
Ugh. Okay, this ends now.
From here on out, Stella's going to be the chillest,
least competitive bird in camp--
No. In the world!
I did it again, didn't I?
Last worm-berry pie.
Now, Stella, is this you being chill or…?
[birds moaning]
Darn it!
I can watch others compete. I don't always have to be so competitive.
Darn it!
Ah, relaxed.
Loafing around with comic books.
No one on Earth does more relaxed comic book reading than…
Darn it!
Stella, cut it out! I'm exhausted just looking at you.
If you wanna be less competitive, you need to try and chill out.
I am!
I'm trying so hard to not try.
It's like the more I try, the less it works.
Okay, now I'm exhausted and my brain hurts.
You need professional help.
[Bomb] He's right.
If you really want to take it down a notch,
then you need to learn from the master.
Mighty Eagle!
Now that's how to read a comic book noncompetitively.
Um, Mighty Eagle? Hello?
[snoring]
Ooh, he's good.
Mighty Eagle!
Mighty Eagle is not available.
Please leave your message at the snore.
Will you train me in the mysterious art of chillaxation?
Uh… how about this?
Tomorrow, I got some counselor-y type of stuff to do.
You could tag along, and by the end of the day,
you'll know everything there is to know about being one with the chill.
Awesome!
I'll help you do your chores and then you can show me everything you know.
What do we gotta do first?
I'm on board duty. Got to make sure the campers don't roll away.
I am there, Sensei.
Can I call you sensei? I'm going to call you sensei.
-Where's Mighty Eagle? -[bird] A little help?
Oh no, you don't! [grunts]
Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa!
[birds cheering]
Oh!
[panting]
Can we move this along? I'm missing out on my orb time.
Thanks!
[panting] Whew!
You're six hours late!
Oh, was this today?
-[chuckles] My bad, dudella. -Yeah.
Remember our whole "I'll help you so you can help me" thing?
Well, I'm here now. Just need to get a few rays in first.
I better start learning something soon.
Trust in the process, Stella. Give him a chance.
Thank you!
Okay, model rocketry.
Whoa-ho-ho!
All we got to do is not lose any campers.
Lynette really hates having to go look for them. Cuts into her TV time.
Hee-hee. Yay!
Huh?
[birds exclaiming]
[cheering]
You're not going anywhere.
Hee-hee. Yay!
Mighty Eagle!
[panting]
Can I help you, dudella?
I don't know. Can you?
I'm doing all your work and you haven't taught me a single thing.
-Are you even listening? -Negatory.
When someone yells at me, which happens a lot for reasons unknown,
I escape to what I call "my Flappy Place."
Oh no, we definitely do not have time for a song.
♪ Oh, when the world's got too much yapping ♪
♪ It's time for me to get flapping ♪
♪ Flap, flap, flap till it blows away ♪
♪ Flap, flap, flap, till it blows away ♪
♪ When the world does too much yapping ♪
♪ It's time for me to get flapping ♪
♪ With a flap, flap, flap And a flap, flap, flap ♪
♪ 'Till it all blows away ♪
[shouts]
You are officially the worst teacher ever!
I'm actually less chill than when I started!
You're just using me to do your job!
-Sorry, were you saying something? -That's it! I quit!
Uh, Mighty Eagle?
♪ 'Till it all blows away ♪
Oh, I give up. I'm never gonna be chill.
[Hatchling] Stella!
[grunts]
Huh?
What? What happened to you guys?
You taught us that the world has no room for losers.
So we made sure that we'll never lose again.
[grunting]
Huah! Err!
[grunting]
Whoa, you guys are really buff.
Yes, we are.
Now it's rematch time,
where we get to make you the loser.
Me? A loser?!
Oh, no, you--
Wait.
Maybe I can't change, but you cheeps did.
If you beat me, then that solves everything!
Hope you brought an appetite, 'cause you're gonna eat our dust!
I'm sure I am going to eat your dust.
Here's to you cheeps crushing me at bird tag.
Okay. Best two out of three for the win.
You're it! That's one!
[gasps]
Yeah!
Tag!
Ahh!
[thundering footsteps]
[squeals]
[gasps] What am I doing?
[snoring]
You didn't teach me anything.
Whoa!
Didn't I? Show me Flappy Place.
What? What are you talking about?
Eh. It's easier to lose when you're totally checked out.
Just put me out of my misery already so we can get more ice cream.
♪ When the world's got too much yapping ♪
♪ It's time for me to get flapping ♪
♪ With a flap, flap, flap And a flap, flap, flap ♪
♪ 'Till it all blows away ♪
Tag!
Huh?
Whoa! That worked!
You did teach me something!
[Hatchling] Stella!
Grrrr!
Dudella? You've got this, Stella.
I'm sorry, M.E. I just don't have what it takes.
Yes, you do.
'Cause I've seen it.
I quit!
[echoing]
Just reach inside and bring out your inner quitter.
[shouts]
I quit!
Tag.
Out!
And the winner is…
not Stella.
-We did it! -Whoo-hoo!
Way to lose, dudella. I believed in you from the start.
I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
We got to celebrate!
I'll throw a party that's number one, non-stop, off the hook!
Uh, I mean…
Uh, you know, it'll be chill or whatever.
[awkward chuckle]
[theme music playing]