Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Epsiode 9 - full transcript
-Whoa!
Ah!
-Ah! No!
-Huh?
Ah!
Ouch!
-Hey!
Hey, sweetie, I know
things aren't great right now.
So to cheer you up, your dad and I thought
you could have your birthday present
a little early.
Hmm?
Mom.
I love him.
Aww. That means he likes you.
Puppy kisses.
I'm gonna call you Pugsley.
And I won't let
anything bad happen to you.
I know you have to go,
but please stay safe up there.
Nothing on all the planes
could stop me from coming back to you.
That's sweet.
Really cheesy, but still really sweet.
It's gonna be fine.
Plane four is the plane of justice,
order and control.
And Fingers is an angel.
Surely he must have
a perfectly reasonable explanation
for taking Pugsley up there. A party or--
Norma, I can't believe
you already have to leave again.
You can come with us.
Better if I stay here and hold the fort.
But as soon as you're back,
let's hang out. Okay?
Of course, I have our next four hangouts
and topics of discussion
scheduled in my diary.
There's my Norma.
Going up.
Good thing I finally got rid
of my fear of elevators.
I spoke too soon!
Whoa. This is incredible.
I spent all this time studying demons.
I didn't even think about
what was going on up here.
What is going on up here?
Those are angels, real life angels.
You know, "angel" is just a word.
It's propaganda.
They're no better than you or me.
Well, maybe not me.
Cool, great. Can we look for Pugsley now?
There's gotta be some clue, or…
Huh.
The vault of Naraka,
the Angels' inescapable prison.
Ugh, this place gives me the creeps.
Where are you, buddy?
Hey, look, t-the little thingy's
doing a little thingy.
Pugsley must have put a spell on it.
And it's going to lead us right to him.
Great, let's go.
Ouch.
There's some sort of anti-teleportation
field around the structure.
Not a fan.
How are we going to get in?
A-ha!
What are you gonna do
with that tiny thing?
Alert, I am being harassed
in the workplace.
Why did you do that? Hey!
You are under arrest and shall be banished
to the vault of Naraka
for all of eternity.
Oh, now I get it.
Okay, so we're in the prison. Now what?
Look!
The Watcher.
Ugh, this guy again.
He busted everyone at Zagan's party.
What's his deal?
I read that he's some kind of
pan-dimensional sheriff
maintaining law and order
throughout the multi-plane.
It looks like the angels outside feed him
all the suspicious activity they find,
and he intercepts it.
If it wasn't for him,
the demons would be running riot.
And what'd be so bad about that?
Uh, Mr. Watcher, sir.
What are you gonna do to us?
-Nothing will happen to you.
-Phew.
See, I told you angels are good guys.
Nothing will happen to you
ever again.
-I sentence you to an eternity in prison.
Do you have any final requests?
Is this going on my permanent record?
-Yes.
-Norma!
-Barney!
What are you gonna do to me?
Oh, don't worry.
He has other plans for you.
-He?
-Courtney!
Hey, you big, bagel-faced idiots.
Let me out!
Blue. I've been looking
everywhere for you.
Oh, would you look at that?
It's you from the party.
Guys, we've got ourselves a newbie.
What's your name, newbie?
-Courtney?
-Well, nice to properly meet you.
Okay, not a shaker.
Let me just make a note of that.
Not a shaker.
Anyway, welcome to your new job.
Impressive, right?
What's a bunch of demons doing
working for the angels?
Look, I know first days can be confusing.
Luckily, there is a helpful video
that will explain everything.
Sit.
Welcome to the FAWP.
Fo-wap-uh?
My name is Fingers.
And this is the first day
of your new, exciting life inside the orb.
Here, it is your job to monitor the flow
of time and space, nurture destinies,
and by giving them
a little prune here and there…
…weed out any undesirable results.
Great job, Timmy.
Here you'll be offered
a fantastic mandatory opportunity
with great perks like lunch breaks
every 500 years,
and all the water you can drink.
So don't fret.
We'll squeeze all the labor we can
out of your damaged body.
Damaged?
That's right. Even with a broken Halo,
an angel can still find a place
in the divine order.
What?
Because at the FAWP,
the Fallen Angel Work Program…
No. No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
…you may be broken.
I have to get out of here.
But you'll always be one of us.
Oh, no.
Sixteen, seventeen…
One hundred.
Ugh, I didn't realize
this was a prison for nerds.
You?
Well, I didn't realize
I looked so good from behind.
I'm not scared of you.
I've taken on demons your size before.
-Yeah, and you lost, buddy, remember?
-Az?
-That's right.
How you been, my little mortal?
Had a busy week.
I died, became a zombie, and a ghost,
got resurrected,
and then my dog got kidnapped
and now I got a life sentence. You?
Well, I got got at Zagan's
and, uh, that's about it.
You're a member
of the Demonic Royal Family.
-Don't you have a lawyer?
-I mean, we did.
Anyway, the whole royal family thing
is something we made up
to stick it to the angels.
They're always bossing the demons around.
So we said,
"Hey, you doughnut-headed chumps,
we can rule over ourselves."
And how's that going for you?
You got me there.
We spent all our time fighting demons.
We didn't even think
about what the angels were doing.
You got a blind spot, dude.
We talked about that.
It's not my fault
I don't have eyes on my knees.
Humans are weird.
-It's doing it again.
Pugsley did something to it,
but I don't know what.
-You got to use your head.
-I'm trying to…
Oh.
Ugh, I don't know if this is working.
What do you mean you no longer
have your powers? Where did they go?
You'll never find them.
I'm of no use to you now.
-Where is your hat?
-Uh… Well, uh, I, uh…
You put them in your hat didn't you?
Uh, no.
Fingers, sweetie, what's the delay?
It's not my fault.
It's that stupid dog.
Outsmarted you?
-Oh, dear.
I trust you remember our little agreement.
Of course I do.
My everything, my, my universe, my--
Then do what must be done.
You wouldn't do anything
to upset me now, would you?
-Hey, you.
Um, what was that?
About an agreement?
That's between me and him.
Now, there are ways
we can extract your powers.
They're just not pretty.
Little bro.
I saw Pugsley. He's in danger.
I could feel his fear.
It's gone. I lost him.
But I swear. I…
What was that noise?
A noise, what noise?
I haven't heard anything.
Come on, teleport!
Isn't usually this hard.
Good try, buddy.
Everyone tries to escape at first.
I even made it to that sweet party.
I drank so many bottles of pop,
and those mini sandwiches were delicious.
But The Watcher
always gets you in the end.
You're a fallen angel.
This is your life now.
The sooner you accept it,
the easier it'll be.
After all, this is our destiny.
No, this may be your destiny,
but it isn't mine.
It, it doesn't matter who I am.
Demon, angel.
All I know
is that I have friends out there
and they need my help.
Listen.
You spend all day
tweaking other people's destinies,
but you have no control over your own.
You all deserve better than this.
I can't get out of here alone.
So who's with me?
It's time for a revolution!
Uh, that sounds great,
but can we do it tomorrow?
Today is my turn for lunch,
and I've waited for 499 years
for this sandwich.
Uh, lucky guy.
Yeah, I can't wait for my lunch too.
I remember my last lunch.
One of the happiest days of my life.
Hey, guys. Come on.
You remember destiny and stuff?
-Peanut butter and jelly.
It's useless.
Don't feel bad.
These guys
just really like their sandwiches.
That's it. Guys!
If you come with me,
you can all have two sandwiches!
-Viva la revolucion!
There must be
a structural weakness of some kind.
You are the structural weakness.
That doesn't even make sense.
Why don't you help me
instead of doing whatever you're doing?
Sounds like effort.
I don't understand why they put us here.
Pugsley didn't do anything wrong.
Maybe it's the angels who are wrong.
Yeah, right.
Yeah. Right.
You're quick on the uptake,
aren't you Nerd-ma?
All right, listen,
I've had it up to here with your--
Gord! I'm so happy to see you.
You're like a slimy, squishy,
sausage-shaped escape artist, aren't you?
Find us a way out?
After you Nerd-ma.
Fallen angel 226, you are on lunch.
Uh…
Where is everyone?
-To the cafeteria!
-It is sandwich time!
-Sandwiches!
The volunteers are escaping.
After them.
Finally, lunch time!
Huh?
Fruits.
-Revolution!
Come on, sandwiches!
Stop this! You are about to commit treason
against your own kind.
Good.
I said stop!
Phew.
-Norma.
-Barney!
Oh, evil Barney.
Prison riot! Let's go break some stuff.
-Sure.
-You coming?
Uh, no, I should find
less evil Barney first.
Thanks, though.
Return to your cells. This is not allowed.
-Catch me.
-Hey, guys. Stop it. Come on.
Nice try.
More sandwiches!
Any idea where your dog is?
The hat is pointing up.
So, we're going up.
-There they are.
-The monsters from cellblock B.
I need this like I need a hole
in the head. Right, partner?
Hey, was that a joke at our expense?
Ouch.
What do you think?
Are you--
-Nice shot.
-Barney!
-Norma!
I was so worried about you. Hug?
Please.
Yeah!
Did you find Courtney?
Here! I… can't… believe
you guys have to walk everywhere.
Sergeant Shiny.
Norma, Courtney, go find Pugsley.
What about you? We can help.
I've got all the help I need right here.
Come on, Pugsley magic, work.
Barney!
You're next.
No.
Run, you fools.
No!
-Barney!
Come on, we have to go!
Pugsley!
Friends, how are you? I'm being tortured.
Care to join?
It's not too late to be
with the good guys.
Good guys don't steal dogs.
This dog is destined
to be the greatest sorcerer
the multi-plane has ever seen.
But he thinks
he's better off without his powers.
Fortunately, we have
a way of extracting them.
-Heightening them.
Controlling them.
Once you put this on,
all the magic
in that silly little head of yours
will return
and you will fulfill your true destiny.
You will become…
Hmm?
…The Watcher.
Ah!
-Ah! No!
-Huh?
Ah!
Ouch!
-Hey!
Hey, sweetie, I know
things aren't great right now.
So to cheer you up, your dad and I thought
you could have your birthday present
a little early.
Hmm?
Mom.
I love him.
Aww. That means he likes you.
Puppy kisses.
I'm gonna call you Pugsley.
And I won't let
anything bad happen to you.
I know you have to go,
but please stay safe up there.
Nothing on all the planes
could stop me from coming back to you.
That's sweet.
Really cheesy, but still really sweet.
It's gonna be fine.
Plane four is the plane of justice,
order and control.
And Fingers is an angel.
Surely he must have
a perfectly reasonable explanation
for taking Pugsley up there. A party or--
Norma, I can't believe
you already have to leave again.
You can come with us.
Better if I stay here and hold the fort.
But as soon as you're back,
let's hang out. Okay?
Of course, I have our next four hangouts
and topics of discussion
scheduled in my diary.
There's my Norma.
Going up.
Good thing I finally got rid
of my fear of elevators.
I spoke too soon!
Whoa. This is incredible.
I spent all this time studying demons.
I didn't even think about
what was going on up here.
What is going on up here?
Those are angels, real life angels.
You know, "angel" is just a word.
It's propaganda.
They're no better than you or me.
Well, maybe not me.
Cool, great. Can we look for Pugsley now?
There's gotta be some clue, or…
Huh.
The vault of Naraka,
the Angels' inescapable prison.
Ugh, this place gives me the creeps.
Where are you, buddy?
Hey, look, t-the little thingy's
doing a little thingy.
Pugsley must have put a spell on it.
And it's going to lead us right to him.
Great, let's go.
Ouch.
There's some sort of anti-teleportation
field around the structure.
Not a fan.
How are we going to get in?
A-ha!
What are you gonna do
with that tiny thing?
Alert, I am being harassed
in the workplace.
Why did you do that? Hey!
You are under arrest and shall be banished
to the vault of Naraka
for all of eternity.
Oh, now I get it.
Okay, so we're in the prison. Now what?
Look!
The Watcher.
Ugh, this guy again.
He busted everyone at Zagan's party.
What's his deal?
I read that he's some kind of
pan-dimensional sheriff
maintaining law and order
throughout the multi-plane.
It looks like the angels outside feed him
all the suspicious activity they find,
and he intercepts it.
If it wasn't for him,
the demons would be running riot.
And what'd be so bad about that?
Uh, Mr. Watcher, sir.
What are you gonna do to us?
-Nothing will happen to you.
-Phew.
See, I told you angels are good guys.
Nothing will happen to you
ever again.
-I sentence you to an eternity in prison.
Do you have any final requests?
Is this going on my permanent record?
-Yes.
-Norma!
-Barney!
What are you gonna do to me?
Oh, don't worry.
He has other plans for you.
-He?
-Courtney!
Hey, you big, bagel-faced idiots.
Let me out!
Blue. I've been looking
everywhere for you.
Oh, would you look at that?
It's you from the party.
Guys, we've got ourselves a newbie.
What's your name, newbie?
-Courtney?
-Well, nice to properly meet you.
Okay, not a shaker.
Let me just make a note of that.
Not a shaker.
Anyway, welcome to your new job.
Impressive, right?
What's a bunch of demons doing
working for the angels?
Look, I know first days can be confusing.
Luckily, there is a helpful video
that will explain everything.
Sit.
Welcome to the FAWP.
Fo-wap-uh?
My name is Fingers.
And this is the first day
of your new, exciting life inside the orb.
Here, it is your job to monitor the flow
of time and space, nurture destinies,
and by giving them
a little prune here and there…
…weed out any undesirable results.
Great job, Timmy.
Here you'll be offered
a fantastic mandatory opportunity
with great perks like lunch breaks
every 500 years,
and all the water you can drink.
So don't fret.
We'll squeeze all the labor we can
out of your damaged body.
Damaged?
That's right. Even with a broken Halo,
an angel can still find a place
in the divine order.
What?
Because at the FAWP,
the Fallen Angel Work Program…
No. No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
…you may be broken.
I have to get out of here.
But you'll always be one of us.
Oh, no.
Sixteen, seventeen…
One hundred.
Ugh, I didn't realize
this was a prison for nerds.
You?
Well, I didn't realize
I looked so good from behind.
I'm not scared of you.
I've taken on demons your size before.
-Yeah, and you lost, buddy, remember?
-Az?
-That's right.
How you been, my little mortal?
Had a busy week.
I died, became a zombie, and a ghost,
got resurrected,
and then my dog got kidnapped
and now I got a life sentence. You?
Well, I got got at Zagan's
and, uh, that's about it.
You're a member
of the Demonic Royal Family.
-Don't you have a lawyer?
-I mean, we did.
Anyway, the whole royal family thing
is something we made up
to stick it to the angels.
They're always bossing the demons around.
So we said,
"Hey, you doughnut-headed chumps,
we can rule over ourselves."
And how's that going for you?
You got me there.
We spent all our time fighting demons.
We didn't even think
about what the angels were doing.
You got a blind spot, dude.
We talked about that.
It's not my fault
I don't have eyes on my knees.
Humans are weird.
-It's doing it again.
Pugsley did something to it,
but I don't know what.
-You got to use your head.
-I'm trying to…
Oh.
Ugh, I don't know if this is working.
What do you mean you no longer
have your powers? Where did they go?
You'll never find them.
I'm of no use to you now.
-Where is your hat?
-Uh… Well, uh, I, uh…
You put them in your hat didn't you?
Uh, no.
Fingers, sweetie, what's the delay?
It's not my fault.
It's that stupid dog.
Outsmarted you?
-Oh, dear.
I trust you remember our little agreement.
Of course I do.
My everything, my, my universe, my--
Then do what must be done.
You wouldn't do anything
to upset me now, would you?
-Hey, you.
Um, what was that?
About an agreement?
That's between me and him.
Now, there are ways
we can extract your powers.
They're just not pretty.
Little bro.
I saw Pugsley. He's in danger.
I could feel his fear.
It's gone. I lost him.
But I swear. I…
What was that noise?
A noise, what noise?
I haven't heard anything.
Come on, teleport!
Isn't usually this hard.
Good try, buddy.
Everyone tries to escape at first.
I even made it to that sweet party.
I drank so many bottles of pop,
and those mini sandwiches were delicious.
But The Watcher
always gets you in the end.
You're a fallen angel.
This is your life now.
The sooner you accept it,
the easier it'll be.
After all, this is our destiny.
No, this may be your destiny,
but it isn't mine.
It, it doesn't matter who I am.
Demon, angel.
All I know
is that I have friends out there
and they need my help.
Listen.
You spend all day
tweaking other people's destinies,
but you have no control over your own.
You all deserve better than this.
I can't get out of here alone.
So who's with me?
It's time for a revolution!
Uh, that sounds great,
but can we do it tomorrow?
Today is my turn for lunch,
and I've waited for 499 years
for this sandwich.
Uh, lucky guy.
Yeah, I can't wait for my lunch too.
I remember my last lunch.
One of the happiest days of my life.
Hey, guys. Come on.
You remember destiny and stuff?
-Peanut butter and jelly.
It's useless.
Don't feel bad.
These guys
just really like their sandwiches.
That's it. Guys!
If you come with me,
you can all have two sandwiches!
-Viva la revolucion!
There must be
a structural weakness of some kind.
You are the structural weakness.
That doesn't even make sense.
Why don't you help me
instead of doing whatever you're doing?
Sounds like effort.
I don't understand why they put us here.
Pugsley didn't do anything wrong.
Maybe it's the angels who are wrong.
Yeah, right.
Yeah. Right.
You're quick on the uptake,
aren't you Nerd-ma?
All right, listen,
I've had it up to here with your--
Gord! I'm so happy to see you.
You're like a slimy, squishy,
sausage-shaped escape artist, aren't you?
Find us a way out?
After you Nerd-ma.
Fallen angel 226, you are on lunch.
Uh…
Where is everyone?
-To the cafeteria!
-It is sandwich time!
-Sandwiches!
The volunteers are escaping.
After them.
Finally, lunch time!
Huh?
Fruits.
-Revolution!
Come on, sandwiches!
Stop this! You are about to commit treason
against your own kind.
Good.
I said stop!
Phew.
-Norma.
-Barney!
Oh, evil Barney.
Prison riot! Let's go break some stuff.
-Sure.
-You coming?
Uh, no, I should find
less evil Barney first.
Thanks, though.
Return to your cells. This is not allowed.
-Catch me.
-Hey, guys. Stop it. Come on.
Nice try.
More sandwiches!
Any idea where your dog is?
The hat is pointing up.
So, we're going up.
-There they are.
-The monsters from cellblock B.
I need this like I need a hole
in the head. Right, partner?
Hey, was that a joke at our expense?
Ouch.
What do you think?
Are you--
-Nice shot.
-Barney!
-Norma!
I was so worried about you. Hug?
Please.
Yeah!
Did you find Courtney?
Here! I… can't… believe
you guys have to walk everywhere.
Sergeant Shiny.
Norma, Courtney, go find Pugsley.
What about you? We can help.
I've got all the help I need right here.
Come on, Pugsley magic, work.
Barney!
You're next.
No.
Run, you fools.
No!
-Barney!
Come on, we have to go!
Pugsley!
Friends, how are you? I'm being tortured.
Care to join?
It's not too late to be
with the good guys.
Good guys don't steal dogs.
This dog is destined
to be the greatest sorcerer
the multi-plane has ever seen.
But he thinks
he's better off without his powers.
Fortunately, we have
a way of extracting them.
-Heightening them.
Controlling them.
Once you put this on,
all the magic
in that silly little head of yours
will return
and you will fulfill your true destiny.
You will become…
Hmm?
…The Watcher.