All Grown Up! (2003–2008): Season 1, Episode 3 - Bad Kimi - full transcript

If this project doesn't
get your juices flowing...

( slurps )

...nothing will.

Get it?

Grapefruit?

Juices?

Is this thing on?

Making grapefruit batteries.

There's a skill
I'll use... never.

( slurps )

( electric buzzing )



( gasps )

That guy Z is a visit
to the school nurse

just waiting
to happen.

What kind of name is Z, anyway?

A bad-boy name.

( growing electronic whine )

Mayday, mayday.

Grapefruit overload.

Hit the deck before it...

D-ohh!

I got to talk faster.

Four, three, two, one!

( rock intro playing )

♪ Every birthday,
my mom and dad would say, ♪



♪ "You're another year older,
another year wiser" ♪

♪ But I still go to school
to get an education ♪

♪ I do each
and every day ♪

♪ Like a
mini-vacation ♪

♪ All grown up ♪

♪ I really want
to shout it out ♪

♪ All grown up ♪

♪ I want the world to know ♪

♪ All grown up ♪

♪ I really want
to shout it out ♪

♪ All grown up with you ♪

♪ All grown up with... you. ♪

( school bell ringing )

Grapefruit shrapnel.

Been there.

Off to the nurse, Chuck.

Oh...

Kimi, I trust you can diffuse

the explosive Mr. Z,
your new partner?

( gasps )

Uh, I can stay.

Who needs to breathe?

Out, Mr. Fenster.

Citric acid is not a toy.

Come on, Suse.

I really need someone
to cover for me.

Think of all the times
I've helped you.

Hmm.

That didn't take long.

Good luck.

What's wrong, Angelica?

Besides you eating?

Tonight I'm part
of a fashion show,

launching a new store
at the mall--

Bangles,
Barrettes and Berets.

Oh, my! And you're upset

because the last thing
the mall needs

is another accessory store?

No! I have an "Ask Angelica"
live online chat

at exactly the same time.

Do you know what'll happen

to my advice-dependent fans
if I'm not there?

They won't get the
advice they depend on?

Right! And then they
might go whine-- uh,

spill their hearts out--
to someone else.

Then I won't be needed.

Do you know what it's like to be
needed by the masses, Harold?

Okay, dumb question.

So, who could cover for me
and give brilliant advice

on such short notice?

Someone you trust.

Someone you've known
since, say, preschool,

whose name starts with "H."

( groans )

And the last possible
human being left?

Thank you,
thank you,
thank you,

thank you,
thank you,
thank you!

( fizzing )

Wow, we finished.

It works,
and no one had to duck.

BEAKER:
Hmm.

Well done.

Well done?

( chuckles )

Way wonk.

I've never even
gotten a "done" before.

Don't know why.

You're totally smart.

( school bell rings )

Whoa.

Fruitage in the follicle.

( gasps )

No!!

Na-aah!

( crashing )

Are you all right?

( electric buzzing )
Ya-aah!

( moaning )

Uh... catch ya.

Wonk.

KIMI:
Seriously, Chuckie,
he's cool.

He's into underground nouveau
retro-fusion music,

like I am.

Since when?

That's bad boy music.

Since he played it
for me at lunch.

Would you chill?

Oh, and he turned me on
to this freakazoid book

about people
with extra digits. Look...

he marches to the beat
of a different drummer, is all.

Like me.

Yeah, but your
drummer's very nice,

and his is all...

( sputtering ):
Zhh-zhh-zh-zh-
zhh-pk-pk-uh.

He's bad news, Kimi!

You should stay
away from him.
( tires screeching )

Too late. We're
due in the arcade.

( engine revving )

Was that Kimi?

With Z?

Since when are they friends?

Since Z purposely
blew up a grapefruit,

lodging a piece in my nose

and setting in motion
his evil plan

to corrupt
an innocent girl!

Chuckie, uh, I'm sure this Z guy

can't be as bad
as everyone says.

Yeah, there's no way he
spent 12 years in prison.

The guy's only, like, 11.

Here's how it works.

If an answer takes more than a
minute of thinking, just say,

"Dig deep inside yourself
and look around

at all the stuff
in there."

Works for almost anything.

Ready?

♪ She's Angelica! ♪

Ooh!

New message.

"My mom and stepmom both want

to host my birthday party.
What do I do?"

Signed, "Torn in Two."

Duh! Cash in twice, of course.

That solves their
party problem?

What do I care?
I'm not invited.

...and he's got spiky
green hair and chains

and... and... boots.

Now, Chuck, like I always say,

don't judge a book by its cover.

Growing up, people looked at me

and thought I was a big geek.

Now, when I see
someone different,

I don't see weird hair
or funny clothes.

Ah, I see their goodness
and inner light.

( shrieking ):
Betty!

Lock the safe!

Just take what's
in the register

and let Kimi go!

Ha, ha.

Everybody, meet
my new friend, Z.

'Sup?

HAROLD:
Thanks for helping me

my first time, Suse.

"My mom thinks platform shoes
are too mature.

How can I look taller?"

Signed, "Short but Sweet."

"Dig deep inside
to get taller"?

Uh, give short stuff
some real advice, H.

Uh... stuff your shoes
with toilet paper

to make homemade lifts.

You go, H-man.

HAROLD:
Give your boyfriend

with new braces
yogurt as a gift.

He and his raw, chafed gums

will appreciate
your thoughtfulness.

Dear "Popular Yet
Unfulfilled"...

Dear "Scared of Tree"...

"Dear Dandruff Dan"...

So, is, uh, "Z"
short for something?

Uh, Zack?

Zebediah? Uh, Zeus?

Nope. Just Z.

Oh. Ho-How do you spell it?

( phone rings )

I got to take this.

Oh, no. I, uh,
dropped that... thing.

Isn't Z so rock star?

Does that mean "hoodlum"?

Dad, what happened

to the "don't judge a book
by its cover" speech?

Well, it's different now,
because the book

is hanging around
with my daughter!

Chill, Dad. I'm gonna
make Z and me some smoothies.

Ah, don't sweat
it, Chazzie.

Every girl likes at
least one bad boy.

The excitement, the drama...

but, then they
marry a Howie.

You know, who cooks
and does laundry.

No. We need
the truck for the job.

I can't keep
that stuff stashed forever.

I'll be right over.

( grunts )

Oh, uh...

( whistles )

Oh, h-h-hey, Z.

I, uh, sometimes

come here to think.

( whistles )

I gotta zoom.

My, uh... mom wants me.

I know moms,
and that was no mom.

We gotta do something

about this Z guy and do it now!

He's bad, I tell you. Bad.

You guys have got to
help me bring him down,

before she gets
in real trouble.

Okay, let's do it.

I brought the camera,
like you asked,

and my macro wide-angle
telephoto lenses.

Oh, and my fish-eye,
just in case.

Ditto. Only mine's a spy kit.

I'm sorry, Chuckie,

but I don't think
it's right

to invade
other people's privacy.

Don't worry.

I'm an expert.

We're gonna take down Z.

Unless his big, bad self
takes us down first.

( moans )

HAROLD:
"Stuff your shoes

with toilet paper
to make homemade lifts."

"Give your boyfriend with new
braces yogurt as a gift."

KIMI:
Ta-dah!

I am Queen Accessoria!

I ruled.

Me, too! I found
my destiny, Angelica.

Can I give advice
a little longer?

Please?

Hello? I'm back.

But I'm really good at this.

Let's remember
one thing--

I give the advice.

So here's
some for you.

Get a new destiny.

( both grunting )

Thanks.

You know
what, Harold?

You helped a lot of
people last night.

So now, how
'bout I help you?

P.A.:
Just a reminder.

Tomorrow is
English Appreciation Day.

Appreciate accordingly. Gracias.

Z's at the
lockers, guys.

Uh, I mean subject
approaching Sector L.

We've got to see
what's in that locker.

You guys video.

I'll create a... diversion.

( chuckling ):
Yeah, spy talk.

Help! It's on me, man!

It-It's on me!

( yelling )

Wow, look at
all this stuff.

( gasps )

With other people's
names on it.

It's on my head!
Aliens are eating my brains!

I see no head-eating things.

I got it all. Lots of
cool angles. Awesome

use of the fisheye.

Who cares?!

Let's get out of here.

( both gasp )

'Sup? You guys spying on me.

Ha, ha. Spying?
Ha! Good one.

No, we, uh, almost
forgot to tape you

for the, um, uh,
video yearbook.

So, hey, here's
your big chance

to express yourself
to the, uh, your peers.

A-Anything you're
burning to say?

'Sup?

Great.
I think we got it.

Bye.

Whoa.

You know, he could

be holding that stuff
for some friends.

Besides, you don't think

Kimi'd know
if he was really bad?

Give her some credit, you guys.

Don't you get it, Lil?

Fooling Kimis
is what bad boys do best.

( sighs )

( gasps )

Okay, here's the plan.

We'll join them with our lunch
and casually question Z

until he cracks
in front of Kimi.

Let's go.

You think we should
get lunch first?

Oh.

Hey, Angelica.

Thanks for the great
advice last night.

Oh, what can I say?
I'm a giver.

So, how come it
stunk this morning?

What?
( bell rings )

Attention, please!

I am excited to announce
a brand-new advice chat line,

"Hey, Harold",

run by that caring,

understanding, all-time
advice genius...

Mr. Harold!

All right.
Hey.
Cool, Harold.

( sighs )

A little friendly competition
never hurt anyone, Angelica.

So, now you're saying

you want to get
to know Z better?

Yep.

So, Z, that's a nice
scooter you have.

How do you afford it?

Dude, my mp3 player
just broke.

Know where I can
get a cheap one?

And no big
if it's hot.

So, is the food
this bad in prison?

What?!

I am so sorry, Z.

( cell phone rings )

Gotta split.
Later, boot girl.

I can't believe you guys
talked to him like that.

What are you doing?

Taking an interest in your life.

So, um, what's
your favorite TV show?

Those new socks?
Good. Gotta go.

You're gonna ditch class?

Look, I got to get proof.

It's better I risk detention

than Kimi gets ten to 25 with
time off for good behavior!

Wait.

You can get the goods
on him with this wire.

I'm gonna tape it
to your chest.

( grunts )

Uh, so, I can't bend.

Is that a problem?

Nah, but the occasional
short-circuiting might be.

( electric sizzling )
( screaming )

( electronic buzzing
and whirring )

Hey! Watch it!

Oh, Z, 'sup?

Chuck? 'Sup?

Uh, just being my usual
bad boy self.

You know,
ditching school,

( tape crackles )
making trouble,

playing foosball...

( electric sizzling )
( screaming )

Uh... old rumble injury.

Love the foos.

Let's go a round
while I wait for a friend.

I like to pace myself.

You need to bend, dude.

So, my main man,

anything big going down
on the, you know, uh,

streets? Yo.

Excuse me.

I scored a truckload
of stuff

from some
houses today.

Tonight's a go.

Alley behind the warehouse
on Tenth.

Hopefully the cops won't show.

( electric sizzling )
( scream )

Catch ya.

( groaning )

( electric sizzling )
( screaming )

I'm telling you,

he is not the guy
you think he is.

No. You're not.

You come off at lunch like
you're starting to like him,

then you go
all junior detective.

What's next?
You gonna spy on him?

Why don't you try
trusting my judgment.

I like Z and he likes me.

We're friends whether
you like it or not.

Okay, you're friends.

So, how about you see him,
like, uh, Thanksgiving?

Ha, ha.

FYI: I'm helping him
with the project...

tonight.

You can't!

Okay, Kimi,
there is something

I really got to
tell y...

Drop it!

This discussion is finito.

( gulps )

Tonight.

( bell tinkling )

Hi, Dad.

Oh, hi, sweet... aah!

What do you think?

( gasping )

I can only help out
a little today.

I'm meeting a friend soon.

Who, Polly the parrot?

( gasps )

Bad girl hair.

Uh, Kimi, can we
talk in the back?

Better not be about Z.

It is. I want
to say I'm sorry.

Sorry I had to do this!

( gasps )

( all gasp )

What are you guys doing here?

Well, now we're kind
of staring at your hair.

Guys, Kimi, we're here 'cause

none of us want you
to get hurt by Z.

What?

Thanks, Chuckie.

So now you've made
everyone else crazy, too?

( groans )

I didn't want
to do this,

but you got to hear
what's on this tape.

( gurgling sounds on tape )

( tape rewinding )
Oops. My stomach. I was nervous.

( sighs )

Tonight's a go.

Alley behind
the warehouse on Tenth.

Hopefully the cops won't show.

( electric sizzling )
( screaming )

I'm sorry you had
to hear that, Kimi,

but if you go tonight, you could
spend the rest of your life

making license plates

and, and lifting weights
and talking to birds.

Wow. You actually did spy.

But it opened my eyes
to the true Z.

I've got to cry this out
in the bathroom.

Phew!

Okay, let the
Harold healing begin.

Wow, that's so sad.

Coping with the loss
of a loved one is tough.

But he's in a better place now.

In time, you'll heal

and be ready for a new hamster.

( sniffles )

She's been in there
a mega-long time.

She must be
really bummed.

Kimi?

( gasps )

Oh, no.

She's going anyway.

We got to stop her!

Shouldn't we tell
your mom and dad?

I can't.

Then she'll really
hate me forever.

Come on!

( doorbell rings )
Huh?

What do you want, traitor?

It's just so, so...

You got any juice?

No! But I do have a life,

which you're no longer in.

I'm sorry, Angelica.

I've realized something.

I could really use some advice.

Oh, really?

So what you're saying is,

"Hey, Harold" needs
to "Ask Angelica"?

Well, I don't usually waste
my talent on hopeless cases,

but what's the problem?

It's just that some
of the stories

are so, so sad.

This one's lactose intolerant.

That one's got a bad perm.

How do you do it, Angelica?

How do you keep from getting
your heart ripped out?

Well, it takes a very special
person to be an advice giver.

You have to be soft
on the inside,

but tough on the outside,
like leftover lasagna.

Ask yourself, Harold:
Are you leftover lasagna?

No!

So I guess
"Hey, Harold"'s over.

( bawling )

Ha!

Whoa! The weight
of the world

is off my shoulders.

Thanks, Angelica.

Anytime.

I have to tell everyone
you're washed up,

so they'll come
crawling back to me.

Now get out.

CHUCKIE:
I hope we're not too late.

Ah, look, there!

I'm gonna go
call the cops.

Oh, no,
Kimi's helping!

She's gone bad.

I got to save my sister!

Chuckie!

( tires squealing )

You all right, kid?

Stay back! I know tai chi.

Ha-oh-ya-grrlch.

Chuck, what is
up with you?

And you, Z,

if that's your real letter.

I know all about
your evil plot

to lure Kimi into
your burglary ring.

Well, you messed with the wrong
brother this time, punk.

Let my sister go, or I'll get
all, uh, freaky on you.

( jabbering )

You're total wonk,
bad wonk.

Z's not a burglar.

If you had any
real spying skills,

you'd have realized
a long time ago

he's been collecting stuff
for charity.

See?
Electronics for Phonics.

The profit from
these donated items

funds inner-city
literacy programs.

We're headed
to a fund-raiser.

But he steals stuff from houses.
He's a real burglar.

He's a plumber...
and my dad.

Just picking up donations
from clients, kid.

Okay, what about

"Hopefully the cops
won't show," huh, huh?

At the fund-raiser.

They always bring
better stuff than we do.

Why didn't you just
tell us the truth, Kimi.

Z didn't want me to.

He's kind of shy
about that stuff.

Plus, it'd blow his image.

Getting excused from
class to do charity work?

Excused?
I got detention.

Serves you right.

I told you to trust me,
Chuckie, but you didn't.

I-I'm, I'm sorry, Kimi.

Forgive me?

Hmm... no.

Come on, Z. Let's go.

Harsh, boot girl.

Your bro and his buds
were freaked for you,

and you're all, "No."

So cut Chuck some slack.

I am a scary guy.

Okay, okay. I know
it's 'cause you care.

Besides, I'm stuck with
you forever anyway...

all of you, I guess.

Group hug.

( helicopter approaching )

( sirens wailing )

Stop hugging
and put your hands up.

You didn't?

No, uh, Phil did...

but only 'cause he cares.

Like us, remember?

( Kimi sighs )

( jabbering )

( quacking, boing )

It's biologically impossible
for girls to fart.