Duration: 1m7s

Hola, Mama Coco. How are you, Julio? Actually, my name is Miguel. Mama Coco has trouble remembering things. But it's good to talk to her anyway. So, I tell her pretty much everything. I used to run like this. But now I run like this which is way faster. And the winner is Luchadora Coco! I have a dimple on this side, but not on this side. Dimple, no dimple. Dimple, no dimple. Miguel, eat your food. MIGUEL: My abuelita, she's Mama Coco's daughter. Oh, you're a twig, mijo. Have some more. No, gracias. I asked if you would like more tamales! Si? That's what I thought you said! MIGUEL: Abuelita runs our house just like Mama Imelda did. (BLOWING RHYTHMICALLY) - No music! - (GASPS) (MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO) No music! ♪ Y aunque la vida ♪ - No music! - (MEN SCREAMING) MIGUEL: I think we're the only family in Mexico who hates music. And my family's fine with that. But me... - Be back by lunch, mijo. - Love you, Mama.