A.N.T. Farm (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 2 - IndependANTs - full transcript
Chyna and the Ants love being free from the supervision of their parents.
Sub created by: David Coleman.
Good morning, all!
And welcome to your first
day at my new school!
I am waiting because I was
expecting you to applaud.
Please, you're too kind.
I am Zoltan Grundy, as you probably
know, because I am extremely famous.
And because you've all
met me several times.
I have emailed all of you your class
schedules and assignments for this week.
No? Not now? Okay,
I'm sorry, go on.
I will be providing you with
excellent facilities and teachers,
and I expect nothing less
than excellence in return.
And applause.
But not now.
So, does anyone
have any questions?
I have a question. Have
you seen my retainer?
Interesting question.
No, I have not.
I have a question. Have you
checked in your mouth?
I have a question. How
dumb do you think I am?
Don't you think I would know if
my retainer were in my own mouth?
It's in your mouth.
This isn't mine.
It's Fletcher's.
Not anymore.
Excuse me, Mr. Grundy, but I have
an actual meaningful question.
When will we be receiving the student
handbook covering the rules of the school,
like what is our curfew,
and what's the maximum number of stuffed
animals we can have on our beds?
Please be more than twelve.
Please be more than twelve.
There is no rule book.
You are the best and brightest
of your generation,
and I trust you all to figure
things out for yourselves.
And if you can't, I will simply
replace you with robots.
I'm kidding, of course.
That technology won't
be ready for weeks.
Wait, so the only rule
is there are no rules?
This no-rules rule,
while logically inconsistent, is
the greatest non-rule rule ever!
So you're saying that instead of having to
go to bed at 8:30 like my parents make me.
I can go to bed whenever I
want, like 8:15, or even 8:00!
I'm going to get ready for bed.
But it's not even noon.
I know, but I'm feeling
a little crazy!
Rules be darned!
Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!
♪ Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
♪ Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
Woo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing.
♪ Something different,
we all bring.
♪ Don't you let 'em,
clip your wings.
♪ You got it! You got it!
♪ We're on fire and we blaze,
in extraordinary ways.
♪ 365 days.
♪ We got it! We got it!
♪ You can dream it.
You can be it.
♪ If you can feel it,
you can believe it!
♪ Because I am, you
are, we are...
♪ Exceptional.
♪ Exceptional!
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are...
♪ Exceptional.
♪ Exceptional!
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.
Woo!
I hate this stupid phone!
Excuse me, Lexi.
I couldn't help overhearing.
Because my overhearing
aid was turned on.
- What's wrong with your phone?
- Everything!
If it's a smart phone,
why isn't it smart enough to block
messages from boys who aren't cute?
Ah.
Actually, we tried that
with the Z-Phone 2.
But I could never get
through to my mother.
It should also block messages from my
boyfriend-slash-ex-boyfriend, Chad.
I'm confused. Is he your
boyfriend or your ex-boyfriend?
Both. We have a
love-hate relationship.
All the other girls hate that I'm
going out with him, and I love that.
Fascinating.
You could give me a real insight into
the psyche of the young consumer.
I was so advanced as a child, I
never really got to be a teenager.
But I've done extensive reading
on the teenage experience.
So this Chad.
Is he a Vampire or a Werewolf?
Hey, kid. Have you seen Mr.
Grundy?
- Hmm, actually, he's...
- Never mind. Found him.
He's right behind your face.
Mr. Grundy, here are the financial
reports for the Hashimoto Soda deal.
I did them entirely on my own,
with no help from anyone.
Unless you hate them, in which case
it was Lotterstein from accounting.
Lexi, this is my vice-president
of acquisitions, Winter Maddox.
She's in charge of acquisitions
and she bought that outfit?
Do you need a tissue?
Obviously, you're quite snotty.
Anyway, shall we discuss the deal, and then
my well-deserved and overdue promotion?
Sorry, I have more important
things to deal with right now.
Did you know that it was the
one-week anniversary of Lexi's
new haircut and Chad didn't
even send her flowers?
You just don't do
that to a person!
No rules! How cool is that?
I know! Check it out! Look
how close I am to the TV!
Hope I don't ruin my eyes!
What are you watching?
I have no idea, because I can't see
anything and I have a huge headache.
But this is awesome.
I've been thinking about this no rules
thing and I don't think it's a good idea.
You see, over the years I've
read dozens of parenting books,
you know, to train my mom and dad how
to raise me to be the perfect child.
- And what went wrong?
- Zip it, Fletcher!
As I was saying, all the experts agree
that children need rules to feel secure.
So I've taken the liberty of writing
a little student rule book for us.
Dah!
Olive, Mr. Grundy said we
don't need a rule book.
No, what he said was,
there was no rule book,
implying of course that we
should write one ourselves.
So behold;
Our "Ten Thousand Commandments"!
There are actually 13,629
but "Ten Thousand Commandments"
has a better ring to it.
Olive, these rules
are ridiculous.
Yeah, like rule number 79; "No
eating with your mouth open".
How are we supposed to
get the food in there?
See rule 80.
"Rule 80;
No asking stupid
questions, Fletcher".
Olive, you're not the boss of us.
We're not going to follow your rules.
Fine. You and Fletcher
can live in anarchy,
and Angus and I will live in civility,
and we'll see who does better.
Wait. Why do I have
to follow the rules?
Because you're madly in love with me,
and you'll do whatever I tell you to.
Right.
What she said.
Okay, Olive. You want to
throw down the gauntlet?
Let's throw down the gauntlet.
Sorry, but rule number 27 strictly
prohibits the throwing of a gauntlet,
a party, a football, a javelin, a punch,
a bone, a tantrum, a banana cream pie,
a monkey wrench into things, a momma from a
train, or a baby out with the bath water.
Argh!
Oh, and you also can't throw
your hands up in frustration.
Ugh!
Check this out. Chad just texted
me a picture of him and Nicole.
Followed by a text that says, "sorry,
I sent this to you by accident".
That is totes cray!
Sorry to interrupt
your little party.
Not as sorry as we are.
Roasted!
Mr. Grundy, we have a video conference
with Mr. Hashimoto about the deal.
Not now. Lexi and I need to figure
out what to text back to Chad.
How about T-T-Y-N?
Talk to you never.
Sir...
To set up this call, I sent Mr.
Hashimoto gifts for 12 straight days.
Do you know how much it costs to
ship a partridge in a pear tree?
We need to call him now.
Okay.
Are you nuts? You can't
call him again so soon.
You'll look totes desperate.
What?
Just wait like three days
before you call him.
Ooh, and change your
relationship status from
"pursuing a deal" to
"open to offers".
That actually might work!
I didn't realize that business
negotiations were so much like dating!
Probably because I know
absolutely nothing about dating!
We'll call Hashimoto next week.
Sir, are you going to listen to
some self-obsessed teenage girl?
Or to a self-obsessed
Harvard-trained management major?
If you majored in management,
you'd think you could manage
to put a little makeup on.
Microwaved!
That's not a thing.
And... done.
Ah!
Okay, so lunch is
in five minutes,
but to show Olive we don't
need her stupid rules...
I brought us a big snack
to spoil our appetites.
No, thanks. I brought
my own snack.
Carrots?
Do you know what these
will do to you?
They'll improve your vision
and flush out harmful toxins!
Your good behavior is appalling.
What do you think you're doing?
Do you know what time it is?
Hammer time?
No, fifteen minutes
till lights out.
Hammer time was at
4:00, you missed it.
- Did you finish your homework?
- Yes.
- Did you brush your teeth?
- Yes.
- Did you floss?
- Yes.
- Are you lying about all this?
- Yes.
Okay, here is the plan.
We take a picture of you
drinking a competitor's soda.
And then "accidentally"
text it to Hashimoto.
Okay, look like you
really love it.
Lexi, may I talk to
you for a minute?
I have a favor to ask.
Sorry, there's nothing I
can do with your hair.
I'll have you know this
hair went to Harvard.
All of me did. Uh, except my nose.
That was a graduation gift.
Anyway, I need you to stop
distracting Mr. Grundy.
I understand.
What you're saying is,
you're totes jelly.
What?
Sorry, I forgot you only
speak "old people".
You're totally jealous that
Zoltan listens to me and not you.
Ha! I am not "totes jelly!"
And I am not old! I have the
complexion of a one-year-old.
Notice I didn't say newborn, because let's
be honest, newborns are disgusting.
Winter is totes
jelly and bitter.
We should make her a peanut
bitter and jelly sandwich.
And add a side order
of "hater" tots.
Ooh!
Oh!
Wow. Your room's pretty messy.
You're right. I have to
do something about it.
Because it has to
be super messy.
Olive has to think we love
living without her rules,
even though, and this
might surprise you...
Pepperoni and ice cream is a
little tough on the tum tum.
Anyway, I appreciate you not showering
for three days and smelling terrible.
Yes, that's why I smell.
To help contribute to
whatever it is we're doing.
If Olive thinks she's right,
she'll boss us around forever.
We have to stand
up to her tyranny.
Right!
What's tyranny again?
What are you looking for?
My flash drive. It has all
this music I wrote on it!
I can't find it anywhere!
Hey, guys.
Looking for something?
Uh, no.
I have a system.
I know exactly where
everything is.
For instance, here is my half-eaten
burrito from three days ago.
Exactly where I
meant to put it...
On my favorite dry-clean
only silk blouse.
That wouldn't have happened
if you'd cleaned up the room.
Are you kidding? I did it on purpose!
It looks so much better now.
In fact, I'll make
matching pants.
There! Super cute!
Ugh.
We have to find that flash drive! Quick,
help me clean up so I can look for it!
I'll put things away, you just fold...
everything!
What are you doing?
Folding. I only had
a pair of twos.
I can't live like this anymore.
Olive's right. I like
having a clean room.
I like going to sleep
at a reasonable hour.
- And I like carrots.
- I like carrots too!
I am a weak, weak person.
So I guess we tell
Olive she wins?
No way!
If we admit to Olive
that we were wrong.
Her most common phrase won't
be "interesting factoid"...
It'll be "I told you so".
Wow. What happened?
Have you seen the
error of your ways?
Interesting factoid;
I told you so.
No, I didn't clean up because
you thought I should.
I cleaned because...
The new dorm supervisor made me.
There is a new dorm supervisor?
Who is it?
Yeah, who is it?
Uh, his name is...
Dorian Bannister.
Dorian Bannister?
Yeah. Mr. Grundy put him in
charge of supervising us...
Because apparently not
everyone is as able to
handle their independence
as responsibly as I am.
Oh, yeah and the new rule is
only 11 stuffed animals per bed.
No!
Not the Dolly Llama!
I want to talk to
this Bannister guy.
What?
Well, there's no way his
rules are better than mine.
Wait! You can't talk to
Bannister, because...
Bannister's first rule is no
complaining about his rules.
Rats!
Well played, Bannister.
Mr. Grundy, I have been trying
to get you to focus all week.
And now, thanks to her, the
Hashimoto deal is probably dead.
Mr. Hashimoto? What a
pleasant surprise!
What is going on between us?
You don't call me for three days,
and you probably do not know this,
but you accidentally sent me a text
of you drinking a competitor's soda.
Did I? Oops.
I just have one question.
Oh, Harvard. I went to Harvard.
My question is, would
you reconsider the deal
if I knock a billion
dollars off the price?
Is it me, or is it
desperate in here?
Yes! Yes, absolutely.
It's a deal!
Excellent! Let us celebrate
our corporate matrimony
by toasting with
some refreshing.
Hashimoto Soda.
Oh.
What is this?
It tastes like squid mucous.
How dare you insult our
most popular flavor!
Octopus mucous!
You have dishonored
Hashimoto Soda!
The deal is off!
Ah! Godzilla! Not again!
Mr. Grundy, do something!
Lexi! What do you do when a
boy is breaking up with you?
I don't know. It's never
happened to me before.
This Bannister idea was genius!
We can make up any
rules we want,
blame them on "Bannister," and
Olive has to follow them.
I know. By the way, I told Olive that
Bannister outlawed "interesting factoids"
and pants with flowers on them.
I can't believe Bannister
and his rules.
I had to borrow these stupid
flowerless pants from Angus!
And Bannister said we had
to stay up until 9:00!
Like rock and roll musicians!
I barely slept ten hours.
I am slowly dying.
Technically, we're all slowly dying.
I believe it's called aging.
Zip it, Fletcher!
I got to talk to Bannister.
Where is he?
Um... I think it's his day off,
so I guess you're out of luck.
Never mind. There's Mr. Grundy.
- I'll talk to him instead.
- Wait...
Mr. Grundy, how could you put someone
in charge of us instead of me?
You have crossed the line.
Rule 27 be darned! I'm
throwing down a gauntlet!
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
But thank you for
finding my gauntlet.
I've been looking
all over for it.
So what you're saying is...
Somebody at your company is
making up their own rules?
Without your permission?
This is an outrage!
An outrage, I say!
I don't know who's responsible for
this, but I intend to find out.
And when I do, I would not
want to be that person.
Mostly because I like being who I
am, because I'm a billionaire.
It's Bannister! He's
run amok with power!
That's my job!
Bannister?
You have a big company.
You can't be expected to know
all the employees by name.
I know exactly who he is.
You do?
Bannister!
A word, please?
Yes, Sir?
There's a real Bannister?
Who do you think you are, Bannister?
Supervising these kids without my approval?
Yeah! What's wrong with you?
Outlawing interesting factoids?
I have had to use uninteresting
factoids all day!
Mr. Grundy, Sir, I...
I don't want to hear it! Pack
up your office, Bannister.
- You're fired!
- What?
But Sir! I have a wife, and five
children, all named Zoltan!
No excuses, Bannister!
Hit the bricks!
Wait!
Bannister didn't do anything.
Well, now he can not do anything at home,
because he ain't working here anymore!
Look, Mr. Grundy, I can explain.
I didn't want Olive
bossing us around,
so I just told her we were following rules
made up by some guy named Bannister.
I didn't know there was
actually a real Bannister!
Dorian Bannister is just the fake name I
use whenever I need to invent someone!
It's a condition I have.
You should ask my pediatrician, Dr.
Dorian Bannister.
In that case, Bannister,
you can stay.
But for goodness sake,
rename your children.
Five Zoltans? That's
totes creepy.
Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.
Stop groveling, Bannister,
and get back to work!
So you lied to me?
Look, Olive, I'm sorry.
I didn't want to admit it,
but we do need some rules.
You were right. Again.
I'm sorry too. I
kind of overdid it.
Hey, what about me? This
hasn't been easy on me either.
Zip it, Fletcher!
Students! Attention please!
It seems I've made a
dreadful mistake.
Maybe you should get
an applause sign.
Turns out that children do
in fact need supervision.
So I've created a new
position at the school,
the sole responsibility of which will
be to look after and nurture you Ants.
I wish I could do it myself,
but I don't want to.
So say hello to your new
den mother, Winter Maddox.
What?
But...
Mr. Grundy, I don't
like children.
I didn't even like myself
until I got into Harvard.
Did I mention, I
went to Harvard.
I've made up my mind.
- Mr. Grundy, please...
- Sorry, I've got to run.
I'm late for a meeting with City
Councilman Dorian Bannister.
Oh.
Okay, I don't really know the first
thing about being a den mother,
so I did some research by reading
this child rearing book.
Granted, I only got through
the first chapter.
Could you maybe jump ahead
to the chapter on teenagers?
Um, how long do we
have to stay in here?
And can we please get some
more challenging toys?
Stop complaining.
This thing is awesome!
Wee!
Good morning, all!
And welcome to your first
day at my new school!
I am waiting because I was
expecting you to applaud.
Please, you're too kind.
I am Zoltan Grundy, as you probably
know, because I am extremely famous.
And because you've all
met me several times.
I have emailed all of you your class
schedules and assignments for this week.
No? Not now? Okay,
I'm sorry, go on.
I will be providing you with
excellent facilities and teachers,
and I expect nothing less
than excellence in return.
And applause.
But not now.
So, does anyone
have any questions?
I have a question. Have
you seen my retainer?
Interesting question.
No, I have not.
I have a question. Have you
checked in your mouth?
I have a question. How
dumb do you think I am?
Don't you think I would know if
my retainer were in my own mouth?
It's in your mouth.
This isn't mine.
It's Fletcher's.
Not anymore.
Excuse me, Mr. Grundy, but I have
an actual meaningful question.
When will we be receiving the student
handbook covering the rules of the school,
like what is our curfew,
and what's the maximum number of stuffed
animals we can have on our beds?
Please be more than twelve.
Please be more than twelve.
There is no rule book.
You are the best and brightest
of your generation,
and I trust you all to figure
things out for yourselves.
And if you can't, I will simply
replace you with robots.
I'm kidding, of course.
That technology won't
be ready for weeks.
Wait, so the only rule
is there are no rules?
This no-rules rule,
while logically inconsistent, is
the greatest non-rule rule ever!
So you're saying that instead of having to
go to bed at 8:30 like my parents make me.
I can go to bed whenever I
want, like 8:15, or even 8:00!
I'm going to get ready for bed.
But it's not even noon.
I know, but I'm feeling
a little crazy!
Rules be darned!
Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!
♪ Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
♪ Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
Woo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing.
♪ Something different,
we all bring.
♪ Don't you let 'em,
clip your wings.
♪ You got it! You got it!
♪ We're on fire and we blaze,
in extraordinary ways.
♪ 365 days.
♪ We got it! We got it!
♪ You can dream it.
You can be it.
♪ If you can feel it,
you can believe it!
♪ Because I am, you
are, we are...
♪ Exceptional.
♪ Exceptional!
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are...
♪ Exceptional.
♪ Exceptional!
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.
Woo!
I hate this stupid phone!
Excuse me, Lexi.
I couldn't help overhearing.
Because my overhearing
aid was turned on.
- What's wrong with your phone?
- Everything!
If it's a smart phone,
why isn't it smart enough to block
messages from boys who aren't cute?
Ah.
Actually, we tried that
with the Z-Phone 2.
But I could never get
through to my mother.
It should also block messages from my
boyfriend-slash-ex-boyfriend, Chad.
I'm confused. Is he your
boyfriend or your ex-boyfriend?
Both. We have a
love-hate relationship.
All the other girls hate that I'm
going out with him, and I love that.
Fascinating.
You could give me a real insight into
the psyche of the young consumer.
I was so advanced as a child, I
never really got to be a teenager.
But I've done extensive reading
on the teenage experience.
So this Chad.
Is he a Vampire or a Werewolf?
Hey, kid. Have you seen Mr.
Grundy?
- Hmm, actually, he's...
- Never mind. Found him.
He's right behind your face.
Mr. Grundy, here are the financial
reports for the Hashimoto Soda deal.
I did them entirely on my own,
with no help from anyone.
Unless you hate them, in which case
it was Lotterstein from accounting.
Lexi, this is my vice-president
of acquisitions, Winter Maddox.
She's in charge of acquisitions
and she bought that outfit?
Do you need a tissue?
Obviously, you're quite snotty.
Anyway, shall we discuss the deal, and then
my well-deserved and overdue promotion?
Sorry, I have more important
things to deal with right now.
Did you know that it was the
one-week anniversary of Lexi's
new haircut and Chad didn't
even send her flowers?
You just don't do
that to a person!
No rules! How cool is that?
I know! Check it out! Look
how close I am to the TV!
Hope I don't ruin my eyes!
What are you watching?
I have no idea, because I can't see
anything and I have a huge headache.
But this is awesome.
I've been thinking about this no rules
thing and I don't think it's a good idea.
You see, over the years I've
read dozens of parenting books,
you know, to train my mom and dad how
to raise me to be the perfect child.
- And what went wrong?
- Zip it, Fletcher!
As I was saying, all the experts agree
that children need rules to feel secure.
So I've taken the liberty of writing
a little student rule book for us.
Dah!
Olive, Mr. Grundy said we
don't need a rule book.
No, what he said was,
there was no rule book,
implying of course that we
should write one ourselves.
So behold;
Our "Ten Thousand Commandments"!
There are actually 13,629
but "Ten Thousand Commandments"
has a better ring to it.
Olive, these rules
are ridiculous.
Yeah, like rule number 79; "No
eating with your mouth open".
How are we supposed to
get the food in there?
See rule 80.
"Rule 80;
No asking stupid
questions, Fletcher".
Olive, you're not the boss of us.
We're not going to follow your rules.
Fine. You and Fletcher
can live in anarchy,
and Angus and I will live in civility,
and we'll see who does better.
Wait. Why do I have
to follow the rules?
Because you're madly in love with me,
and you'll do whatever I tell you to.
Right.
What she said.
Okay, Olive. You want to
throw down the gauntlet?
Let's throw down the gauntlet.
Sorry, but rule number 27 strictly
prohibits the throwing of a gauntlet,
a party, a football, a javelin, a punch,
a bone, a tantrum, a banana cream pie,
a monkey wrench into things, a momma from a
train, or a baby out with the bath water.
Argh!
Oh, and you also can't throw
your hands up in frustration.
Ugh!
Check this out. Chad just texted
me a picture of him and Nicole.
Followed by a text that says, "sorry,
I sent this to you by accident".
That is totes cray!
Sorry to interrupt
your little party.
Not as sorry as we are.
Roasted!
Mr. Grundy, we have a video conference
with Mr. Hashimoto about the deal.
Not now. Lexi and I need to figure
out what to text back to Chad.
How about T-T-Y-N?
Talk to you never.
Sir...
To set up this call, I sent Mr.
Hashimoto gifts for 12 straight days.
Do you know how much it costs to
ship a partridge in a pear tree?
We need to call him now.
Okay.
Are you nuts? You can't
call him again so soon.
You'll look totes desperate.
What?
Just wait like three days
before you call him.
Ooh, and change your
relationship status from
"pursuing a deal" to
"open to offers".
That actually might work!
I didn't realize that business
negotiations were so much like dating!
Probably because I know
absolutely nothing about dating!
We'll call Hashimoto next week.
Sir, are you going to listen to
some self-obsessed teenage girl?
Or to a self-obsessed
Harvard-trained management major?
If you majored in management,
you'd think you could manage
to put a little makeup on.
Microwaved!
That's not a thing.
And... done.
Ah!
Okay, so lunch is
in five minutes,
but to show Olive we don't
need her stupid rules...
I brought us a big snack
to spoil our appetites.
No, thanks. I brought
my own snack.
Carrots?
Do you know what these
will do to you?
They'll improve your vision
and flush out harmful toxins!
Your good behavior is appalling.
What do you think you're doing?
Do you know what time it is?
Hammer time?
No, fifteen minutes
till lights out.
Hammer time was at
4:00, you missed it.
- Did you finish your homework?
- Yes.
- Did you brush your teeth?
- Yes.
- Did you floss?
- Yes.
- Are you lying about all this?
- Yes.
Okay, here is the plan.
We take a picture of you
drinking a competitor's soda.
And then "accidentally"
text it to Hashimoto.
Okay, look like you
really love it.
Lexi, may I talk to
you for a minute?
I have a favor to ask.
Sorry, there's nothing I
can do with your hair.
I'll have you know this
hair went to Harvard.
All of me did. Uh, except my nose.
That was a graduation gift.
Anyway, I need you to stop
distracting Mr. Grundy.
I understand.
What you're saying is,
you're totes jelly.
What?
Sorry, I forgot you only
speak "old people".
You're totally jealous that
Zoltan listens to me and not you.
Ha! I am not "totes jelly!"
And I am not old! I have the
complexion of a one-year-old.
Notice I didn't say newborn, because let's
be honest, newborns are disgusting.
Winter is totes
jelly and bitter.
We should make her a peanut
bitter and jelly sandwich.
And add a side order
of "hater" tots.
Ooh!
Oh!
Wow. Your room's pretty messy.
You're right. I have to
do something about it.
Because it has to
be super messy.
Olive has to think we love
living without her rules,
even though, and this
might surprise you...
Pepperoni and ice cream is a
little tough on the tum tum.
Anyway, I appreciate you not showering
for three days and smelling terrible.
Yes, that's why I smell.
To help contribute to
whatever it is we're doing.
If Olive thinks she's right,
she'll boss us around forever.
We have to stand
up to her tyranny.
Right!
What's tyranny again?
What are you looking for?
My flash drive. It has all
this music I wrote on it!
I can't find it anywhere!
Hey, guys.
Looking for something?
Uh, no.
I have a system.
I know exactly where
everything is.
For instance, here is my half-eaten
burrito from three days ago.
Exactly where I
meant to put it...
On my favorite dry-clean
only silk blouse.
That wouldn't have happened
if you'd cleaned up the room.
Are you kidding? I did it on purpose!
It looks so much better now.
In fact, I'll make
matching pants.
There! Super cute!
Ugh.
We have to find that flash drive! Quick,
help me clean up so I can look for it!
I'll put things away, you just fold...
everything!
What are you doing?
Folding. I only had
a pair of twos.
I can't live like this anymore.
Olive's right. I like
having a clean room.
I like going to sleep
at a reasonable hour.
- And I like carrots.
- I like carrots too!
I am a weak, weak person.
So I guess we tell
Olive she wins?
No way!
If we admit to Olive
that we were wrong.
Her most common phrase won't
be "interesting factoid"...
It'll be "I told you so".
Wow. What happened?
Have you seen the
error of your ways?
Interesting factoid;
I told you so.
No, I didn't clean up because
you thought I should.
I cleaned because...
The new dorm supervisor made me.
There is a new dorm supervisor?
Who is it?
Yeah, who is it?
Uh, his name is...
Dorian Bannister.
Dorian Bannister?
Yeah. Mr. Grundy put him in
charge of supervising us...
Because apparently not
everyone is as able to
handle their independence
as responsibly as I am.
Oh, yeah and the new rule is
only 11 stuffed animals per bed.
No!
Not the Dolly Llama!
I want to talk to
this Bannister guy.
What?
Well, there's no way his
rules are better than mine.
Wait! You can't talk to
Bannister, because...
Bannister's first rule is no
complaining about his rules.
Rats!
Well played, Bannister.
Mr. Grundy, I have been trying
to get you to focus all week.
And now, thanks to her, the
Hashimoto deal is probably dead.
Mr. Hashimoto? What a
pleasant surprise!
What is going on between us?
You don't call me for three days,
and you probably do not know this,
but you accidentally sent me a text
of you drinking a competitor's soda.
Did I? Oops.
I just have one question.
Oh, Harvard. I went to Harvard.
My question is, would
you reconsider the deal
if I knock a billion
dollars off the price?
Is it me, or is it
desperate in here?
Yes! Yes, absolutely.
It's a deal!
Excellent! Let us celebrate
our corporate matrimony
by toasting with
some refreshing.
Hashimoto Soda.
Oh.
What is this?
It tastes like squid mucous.
How dare you insult our
most popular flavor!
Octopus mucous!
You have dishonored
Hashimoto Soda!
The deal is off!
Ah! Godzilla! Not again!
Mr. Grundy, do something!
Lexi! What do you do when a
boy is breaking up with you?
I don't know. It's never
happened to me before.
This Bannister idea was genius!
We can make up any
rules we want,
blame them on "Bannister," and
Olive has to follow them.
I know. By the way, I told Olive that
Bannister outlawed "interesting factoids"
and pants with flowers on them.
I can't believe Bannister
and his rules.
I had to borrow these stupid
flowerless pants from Angus!
And Bannister said we had
to stay up until 9:00!
Like rock and roll musicians!
I barely slept ten hours.
I am slowly dying.
Technically, we're all slowly dying.
I believe it's called aging.
Zip it, Fletcher!
I got to talk to Bannister.
Where is he?
Um... I think it's his day off,
so I guess you're out of luck.
Never mind. There's Mr. Grundy.
- I'll talk to him instead.
- Wait...
Mr. Grundy, how could you put someone
in charge of us instead of me?
You have crossed the line.
Rule 27 be darned! I'm
throwing down a gauntlet!
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
But thank you for
finding my gauntlet.
I've been looking
all over for it.
So what you're saying is...
Somebody at your company is
making up their own rules?
Without your permission?
This is an outrage!
An outrage, I say!
I don't know who's responsible for
this, but I intend to find out.
And when I do, I would not
want to be that person.
Mostly because I like being who I
am, because I'm a billionaire.
It's Bannister! He's
run amok with power!
That's my job!
Bannister?
You have a big company.
You can't be expected to know
all the employees by name.
I know exactly who he is.
You do?
Bannister!
A word, please?
Yes, Sir?
There's a real Bannister?
Who do you think you are, Bannister?
Supervising these kids without my approval?
Yeah! What's wrong with you?
Outlawing interesting factoids?
I have had to use uninteresting
factoids all day!
Mr. Grundy, Sir, I...
I don't want to hear it! Pack
up your office, Bannister.
- You're fired!
- What?
But Sir! I have a wife, and five
children, all named Zoltan!
No excuses, Bannister!
Hit the bricks!
Wait!
Bannister didn't do anything.
Well, now he can not do anything at home,
because he ain't working here anymore!
Look, Mr. Grundy, I can explain.
I didn't want Olive
bossing us around,
so I just told her we were following rules
made up by some guy named Bannister.
I didn't know there was
actually a real Bannister!
Dorian Bannister is just the fake name I
use whenever I need to invent someone!
It's a condition I have.
You should ask my pediatrician, Dr.
Dorian Bannister.
In that case, Bannister,
you can stay.
But for goodness sake,
rename your children.
Five Zoltans? That's
totes creepy.
Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.
Stop groveling, Bannister,
and get back to work!
So you lied to me?
Look, Olive, I'm sorry.
I didn't want to admit it,
but we do need some rules.
You were right. Again.
I'm sorry too. I
kind of overdid it.
Hey, what about me? This
hasn't been easy on me either.
Zip it, Fletcher!
Students! Attention please!
It seems I've made a
dreadful mistake.
Maybe you should get
an applause sign.
Turns out that children do
in fact need supervision.
So I've created a new
position at the school,
the sole responsibility of which will
be to look after and nurture you Ants.
I wish I could do it myself,
but I don't want to.
So say hello to your new
den mother, Winter Maddox.
What?
But...
Mr. Grundy, I don't
like children.
I didn't even like myself
until I got into Harvard.
Did I mention, I
went to Harvard.
I've made up my mind.
- Mr. Grundy, please...
- Sorry, I've got to run.
I'm late for a meeting with City
Councilman Dorian Bannister.
Oh.
Okay, I don't really know the first
thing about being a den mother,
so I did some research by reading
this child rearing book.
Granted, I only got through
the first chapter.
Could you maybe jump ahead
to the chapter on teenagers?
Um, how long do we
have to stay in here?
And can we please get some
more challenging toys?
Stop complaining.
This thing is awesome!
Wee!