Miguel? Mamá Imelda? WHAT is going on?

Mamá Imelda: [seeing Miguel in the Land of the Dead; surprised] Miguel? Miguel: Mamá Imelda? Mamá Imelda: [puts her hands on her hips; suspiciously to the rest of the Rivera family] WHAT is going on?

Then her grandkids got roped in. As her family grew, so did the business. Music had torn her family apart. But shoes held them all together. You see, that woman was my great-great-grandmother, Mama Imelda. She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her story every year on Dia de los Muertos... the Day of the Dead. And her little girl, she's my great-grandmother, Mama Coco. 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. 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! Abuelita runs our house just like Mama Imelda did. No music! No music! ♪ Y aunque la vida ♪ No music! I think we're the only family in Mexico