Do you have a passion for paletas?
A gusto for gelato?
Is your sherbet a sure bet?
Then I'm looking for you.
Do you have what it takes to win the contest
that launched my acclaimed confectionery career?
Chef Copernicus Cruz here,
and I'm judging the 20th Annual
Beautiful, Florida Dairy Derby ice cream competition!
Grab a cone, and find out who will be the next ice cream Scooperstar.
Me.
Yup!
Uh-huh!
Love?
Tía Fria, I did all that,
but the polvorones still don't taste like yours!
How did I mess up the recipe?
No, no, no. Wait!
Tía Fria come back.
Wait. How much is un chin?
Is my favorite cooking wizard ready for her big debut?
No. What's the point? My janky flavor is gonna lose.
Chulita, it's fine.
Mo-Mom, i-i-it can't be fine.
It needs to be perfect, or Copernicus Cruz is gonna think I suck!
I thought the cookies would work in the ice cream,
but this is gonna embarrass Tía Fria,
and I'll never get into culinary school in Paris, and--
Wait, wait, wait. Okay.
Uh-huh. Um, okay.
I am calm.
You got this. You learned it from the best.
Okay.
Stop that! Shoo!
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!
Well, at least someone's tending to the garden.
I know how to get these cuties back home.
Keep coming. Come on. Oh, that's a good girl.
Come on! Let's go.
Whitney! Mariah! Patti! - Come here, come here. Come on!
You little divas better get your fuzzy butts back in your dressing rooms!
Come on, babes.
Time is money, and I'm running short on both.
People pay big bucks to see your girl, Ahura Cain!
Sing it, Patti.
Which one? The sapphire sequin moment.
Ooh, you right. You right.
I haven't seen you around here in a minute.
Well, not since…
Right. I miss her so much.
Well, thanks for bringing back my girls.
Those little divas were gonna make me late for drag brunch. Ooh.
Well, glad I could do something with this.
What's that?
Well, I made this ice cream flavor for the Dairy Derby today,
but the polvorones don't taste like Tía Fria's.
You're right.
It's missing my goat butter!
Oh, I used to trade it with Tía Fria all the time
for those bomb fruits in her garden.
I didn't know that. -Yes, mama!
We're talking trailer-to-table cuisine!
And you might wanna try asking Ms. Mel, Our Lady of Perpetual Collection,
what else is missing in those cookies.
She knew Fria the longest around here.
Thanks, Arthur!
Now, let's get going!
Beep, beep! Whoo! -Make it rain today!
The forecast is for Ahura Cain,
not Ahura "Cain't!"
Hey, Mel. I was wondering if you would-- -Oh, Omara, would you get my back, honey?
Uh, okay. Yeah. - Please?
You will not believe what Ernie the Mailman said to me.
Um, do you remember how my tía Fria used to--
He said that I buy too much junk, and that I'm breaking his back.
Okay. - The nerve.
Hey, Mel, I-I really need you to pay attention for--
You know, gravy boats from the turn of the century are not junk!
They are an investment in my happiness.
I'm not a piece of dough, sweetheart.
Thank you.
Got it. Thank you.
Mel, I'm really sorry, but I just--
I need to get to the Dairy Derby.
I need to-- -To find your flavor?
How did you know that?
The gnomes tell me everything.
Did they also tell you it's inspired by my tía Fria's cookies?
Why didn't you say that?
Fria used to make her "polvorohnees"
for everyone in the trailer park at Christmas!
Oh, I really missed 'em this year.
They were the best.
But something tastes off with mine.
I got it. I know what it is.
Now, where did I put it?
In one of my train cases.
Might be in one of my ice chests?
Stay there.
Bingo! I found it! Oh!
You know, when I moved here to Beautiful,
I went to your RV to borrow some sugar, and Fria gave me this.
It was filled with sugar cane from her old farm.
I've added to it over the years, of course, but, I don't know,
maybe you can dig around, see if there's any stray sweetness from the island.
Oh, Fria. Her baking was legendary.
And I know that all the other neighbors would just jump at the chance
to taste some of her treats.
So, why don't you ask them?
Thanks, Mel!
Thanks, gnomes.
You're welcome, Omara.
Hey!