Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (2012–2015): Season 1, Episode 20 - Evil Spirit Week - full transcript
Randy and Howard get revenge on a French exchange student.
- ¶ Go, Ninja! ¶
- [Randy] I was chosen
to protect my school
from the forces of evil.
I am the Ninja.
I am Randy Cunningham.
¶ Smoke bomb! ¶
[Howard] Launch day, Cunningham!
Weeks of waiting.
Hours of standing.
The McSatchle 299.99 is
finally within our grasp!
This satchel is
going to change everything!
When people see
we got a McSatchle,
they'll worship our cheese!
[both] McSatchle 299.99!
The two of us
splitting one McSatchle is
the best idea we've ever had!
Yeah, about that...
Since I'm putting in most
of the money,
I'll take the McSatchle
Monday through Friday,
and you can have it weekends!
Weekends?!
How can I rub it in everyone's
face if no one sees me with it?
I'll see you with it!
And I'll be so jealous!
[crowd cheering]
[both giggling]
Ooh...
Hello.
One McSatchle 299.99, please!
Hmm, that'll be $299.99.
Uh, you know we just
wanted one of 'em, right?
Oh... That's the price.
See, I thought it was
the version number.
In that case, I'd like to change
our order to none McSatchles,
please.
How are people gonna
worship our cheese
if we don't have a McSatchle?!
I figured out how
we can get the cash!
Took ya long enough!
Yow! That's genius!
We'll become movie stars!
We'll have tons of money!
No, Howard,
I was talking about the sign.
Wait, you wanna get jobs?
Feels kinda sitcom-y.
I'm not
crazy about it either.
I'll be working
for my sworn enemy.
But on the other hand...
[all] McSatchle!
- [beeping]
- [whirring]
Uh, what's with the riffraff,
Viceroy?
It's my latest
plan to stop the Ninja!
My plan!
But I'll allow it.
As you know, today is
the launch of the most coveted
satchel in handbag history...
The McSatchle.
What, you mean
this old thing?
[dance music plays]
My Punk-Bots have been
programmed to rouse
rabble at the McSac Store.
They'll lure the Ninja close,
and we'll hit him
with my big surprise.
Don't you mean
my big surprise!
Do you even know
what your big surprise is?
Don't tell me!
You'll ruin the surprise!
Yeah!
Let's disrupt
some commerce, eh, lads?
Rock-n-roll!
It's raining pain!
[laughing] That's not
yours anymore.
Thievery!
[screaming]
Give me that!
Nice bag, pops.
Random destruction!
I had five minutes
left on that meter!
This is the hardest
thing ever!
We just have to stick
it out until we got enough
money for a McSatchle!
[man] Hey, tickie rippers.
Report to the big room
for gum scraping duty.
[chuckles]
[grunts] I hate working,
Cunningham!
It's the Anti-Bruce!
Just remember,
we're in this together.
To the end.
- [humming sound]
- Oh, thank cheese!
Nice timing, Nomicon!
Why don't you get scraping,
and I'll be there as soon as
humanly vloomp-able.
What about
"together to the end"?!
[bird coos]
[both exclaiming]
[screaming]
"The gain is rarely
worth the loss."
NinjaNomicon, I'm trying to get
a bag that will make people
worship our cheese,
so if we could do this whole
gainy-lossy thing later, that
would be Brucely appreciated.
Ah! Stop that!
Stop it!
Stupid Shoobingham, leaving me
to scrape gum while he's in the
bathroom shloompin' his Nomicon.
What'cha doin'?
What's it look like I'm doin'?
I'm on a treasure hunt!
McFist hid video game
tokens under random wads of gum!
I've found five so far!
For serious?!
Can I take a scrape at it?
Be my guest.
Nope. Nope.
- Nope, nope...
- [video game plays]
The McFist-A-Plex
McManager's Lounge will give us
the perfect
view of my robo-rousers.
[grunts] You mean my
robo-rousers!
We still doing this?
Keep scraping!
Those tokens aren't
going to find themselves!
That kid reminds me
of someone.
Someone I like.
[chuckles] I found a quarter!
I found a quarter!
Oh, that's right... me!
Son, how'd you like
to be McManager?
- But sir, I'm...
- Fired!
That's what you are, Bryce!
Now go take
a smile somewhere else.
What's your name?
Doesn't matter, I'll call you
"Young Hannibal."
Hey, Howard,
sorry about that.
Nomicon was jabbering gains
and losses
and blah-blah...
Why are you wearing a tuxedo?
I've been promoted.
You made McManager?!
This is Bruce-diggity!
Now we can slack off,
get paid and buy a McSatchle!
Slappage!
But first I'm gonna need you
to plunge the second floor
bathroom
and squeegee the butter traps.
[laughing] Sure, I'll get
right on that, Mr. McManager.
Or was it plunge the butter
traps and squeegee the bathroom?
- [both laughing]
- Why don't I plunge
and squeegee 'em both?
Good call.
[grunts] Huh?
Wait a second, you're serious?
You said
we should get jobs.
Turns out my job is...
being your boss.
You are not
the boss of me!
This name tag says otherwise.
That name tag says
"Bryce"!
Cunningham, please
don't make me
fire you before we've saved
enough for the McSatchle.
And about that,
now that I'm making more
money than you,
I'll be taking our McSatchle
Monday through Saturday.
The juice you will!
Don't worry.
You can have it on Sundays.
Well, every other Sunday.
[groans]
That butter trap ain't gonna
squeegee-plunge itself.
[growls]
[toilet flushes]
[Howard] Ooh, sorry,
Cunningham.
That's next week's film.
This week's is,
Winky Face: The Movie.
I probably should've checked
before you did all that.
- Mmm.
- You are the
jerkiest boss ever!
Attention shoppers,
there's a sale on anarchy!
- [laughing]
- Give me that!
- [crying]
- Rock-n-roll!
It's Ninja o'clock.
Actually, your break's
in 20 minutes, so if Ninja
o'clock could happen then,
that'd be super.
- [people screaming]
- You cannot tell me
when to Ninja!
Hello. McManager.
You know what?
I quit.
What about our McSatchle?
There is no
"our McSatchle"!
[groans]
- [Randy] Smokebomb!
- [grunts]
[roaring]
[grunting]
Can't believe Cunningham
disrespected my cheese
like that!
[beeps]
[giggling]
Yes! My plan is working!
Plan? I didn't see anything
on the break room bulletin
board about a plan.
Isn't this where you
spring "your" surprise?
Of course, my surprise...
Uh... Really excited
about my surprise.
Think you're gonna love it,
and... Ohh.
[all grunting]
[karate yells]
- [shouting]
- [groaning]
- [stammering]
- Oh, I'll do it!
- [device beeps]
- What?!
- [zipping sound]
- [gasps]
- What the juice?!
- [roars]
Whoa! Did not see that coming.
Surprise!
[roaring]
Ninja Rings!
Ninja Chain-sickle!
Ninja what's going on?!
I constructed
Giant Punk-Bot's
armor from McSatchle.
Why would you do that?
Because McSatchles
are indestructible!
[chuckling]
Yeah... about that.
In order to lower costs,
we went with a cheaper zipper.
- It's highly destructible.
- You did what?!
Gee... Surprise!
[gasps] I gotta tell Cunningham!
Although he did
disrespect my cheese.
Hmm. What to do...
What to do...
- [groans]
- [roars]
- [music plays]
- [laughing] Yeah!
[music stops]
Tengu Fire Ball.
[grunting]
Oh, boy.
Yes! Eat 'Satchle, Ninja!
Hey, jerk, I need to
tell you something.
Hey, jerk, not listening.
Why's Young
Hannibal talking to the Ninja?
That's against company policy!
Listen, I'm not
speaking to you either,
but I have to tell you this!
What, Howard? You need me
to come back in there
and beat the farts
out of the theater seats?
No! Besides, you can't do that.
I fired you.
You didn't fire me!
I quit!
Would you just listen to me!
That thing's made out of
McSatchles!
And McFist skimped on the zips!
So what you're saying is...
they tried to sell us horky
McSatchles?
I know!
Also, you can probably beat that
thing by stabbing it in
the zipper.
Hey, buddy, you just
McManaged to save the day.
Why do you say
things like that?
Huh! Yah!
Ninja Slice!
[unzipping sound]
[shouting]
Ninja Hot Balls!
[screaming]
Not rock-n-roll, mate.
Hi-yah!
- [gasps]
- Your plan failed.
Not a surprise!
So I got fired.
[chuckles] Yeah.
Turns out McFist
has a very strict
anti-chatting-up-the-Ninja
policy.
Sorry you lost your job,
but I couldn't have stopped that
thing without you.
- Hmm...
- [gasps]
You know, it's weird.
Usually the Nomicon's
jibber-jabber comes
back to help me out,
but not this time.
[gasps]
¶ Best friends ¶
Why are you looking
at me like that?
We were so desperate
to gain a McSatchle,
we almost lost our friendship.
So not worth it.
'Cause of the horky zips, right?
Right, Howard.
The horky zips.
Friendship,
now that's rock-n-roll.
[Randy] That's awful!
Your Uncle Nooge is
going to jail for a crime
he didn't commit?
You completely missed
the point of that story:
I got two free tickets
to Whoopee World this weekend!
- You in?
- So in!
[chuckles] I was afraid
you'd say that.
See, we both know that once
we get to Whoopee World,
you'll spot McFist
and be all,
"He must be up to something..."
McFist!
He must be up to something!
And then, boom,
you're gone-zo.
And I'll look like
a total shoob standing there
talking to myself.
Bup-bup-bup...
Let me finish.
[quacks]
[man] No way!
It's my baby bro, Hannie!
What brings you here,
bro-mo-sapien?
Terry, I faxed you this morning!
Adam, dude, why didn't you tell
me I got a fax, man?
[burps]
[groans] This is awful.
- I hate coming here.
- You know the dealio.
- Terry is the heir
to McFist Industries.
- [flatulence under water]
Once a year he needs to sign
the company over to you.
That guy is not McFist's
big brother.
- [squeaking sound]
- Wet willy, man!
That guy is so McFist's
big brother!
[squirming] Would you just
sign the paper?!
I wanna rap at 'cha first,
about something important.
[groans] Here comes
the wind-power...
Wind power!
It's the future, man,
all the way from the past!
If we ran things on wind,
the whole world could take
her breezy.
Sign the paper!
- [burps]
- [groans]
I'll go get the backup
document from the hovercraft.
All right!
Grab a loofah, you can scrub
my can't-reachies!
Viceroy, I'll help you!
[chuckles] This is huge!
If Terry doesn't sign that
paper, McFist will be gone
and I'll never
have to worry about him again!
Ninja Enemy Take Down!
[humming]
[groans] Fine NinjaNomicon,
but make it fast!
"The unknown
ally can be more
dangerous than the known enemy."
I hear ya, Nomicon, and
normally I'd be all "totally"
but have you seen Terry?
This unknown ally isn't
dangerous, he's a majorly chill
bree-brah, bro, you know.
[shouting]
No! Adam, stop it!
Ninja!
What are you doin' here?
You come by for a soak?
What? A soak?
No, I'm good.
Listen, Terry,
you can't sign that paper.
But then I'd be running
McFist Industries...
Yes! Perfect!
You should do that!
Sorry, Ninj, I am not
a businessman.
It's like my dad used to say:
"Terry, you are not
a businessman."
This is your chance
to prove him wrong.
With you in charge, Norrisville
could run on... wind power.
We could finally take
her breezy...
[flatulence under water]
[McFist groans]
Enough with the
dude stew, Terry.
It's time to sign the paper!
What do you mean you
won't sign?!
In conclusion, if you can
guarantee we'll bro out all day
without McFist
wonkin' up our fun,
then I'll take
you to Whoopee World.
Howard...
I guarantee it.
So you're saying I was standing
at my locker talking to myself
like a shoob for 20 minutes?
You completely missed
the point of the story:
I replaced my enemy
with a peace lovin' nicewad!
No way this can go wrong.
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
[both] ¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop... ¶
- [mooing]
- Welcome to Windeee World!
The world's first wind-powered
amusement park!
[lots of flatulence]
Wind power is fart power!
This is amaze-dingles!
That's the sound of the smell of
the future, boys.
[chuckles] Man, I had no idea
that being a businessman
was so easy.
Howard, I never thought
I'd get to say this,
but let's go check fart-powered
bumper cars off our bucket list.
[both laughing]
I don't know how I did it, but
Windeee World is now 100 percent
wind-powered.
OK, I know how I did it.
I'm a genius!
Whoopie!
I'd like to cash in one
of my complimentary hug coupons.
Get off me!
Hannibal!
What are you doing here?
Watching my older brother
ruin my empire!
Stupid wind power!
[crying]
I'm gonna hit you so hard,
you're gonna forget your name!
I'm gonna hit you
so hard, you're gonna forget
you said that!
[both] Fart power!
[screaming]
[flatulence]
Fart power!
- Fart power?
- [groans]
[horn blares]
Stupid fart power!
This place stinks!
Un-amusement park zing!
Double zing for the win!
Shoob.
Come on,
leave Bucky alone.
I was talking about you,
Cunningham!
By taking down McFist
you ruined Whoopee World!
- Shoob.
- That's not true.
Is that true? Howard, wait.
No, come back, Howard!
Come back please!
[indistinct chatter]
Why's everyone bummin',
V-Nasty?
Our "generators"
aren't breaking enough
wind to power the park.
[slurping sound]
Hey, Terry,
guess who I am right now:
"Son, you are no businessman!"
Here's a hint, I'm Dad!
[laughs]
[chuckles] I'm not done yet!
Actually,
if we don't find an alternate
source of wind, we are.
Sign the paper
and I'll clean up your mess,
just like I always have.
- [evil laugh]
- [flatulence]
Oh, excuse me.
These organic prune smoothies
really pack a punch.
[lots of flatulence]
Gather the Man-Droids,
V-Diggity.
I think I know where
we can score ourselves
some major windage.
Care for a free prune
smoothie, man?
Better make it a double.
[slurps, burps]
- [flatulence]
- [chuckles]
[screams]
Howard, come on,
you're not really mad.
Howard?
Where are you?
[sniffs, groans]
You were here.
And recently.
What the smoothie is going on?
I'm thinking it's Ninja time.
- [electric zapping]
- Ah! Ooh!
I really tooted my own
horn there, didn't I?
Butt trumpet zing!
[flatulence continues]
[gasps]
[laughing] Wind power, man!
It's all happening!
Today, Whoopee World,
tomorrow the world world!
This is your plan?
To hook the entire
planet up to fart-catchers?
Yepper doodles!
And I'm going to be
the king of Fart-topia!
Gonna have to call
smokebomb on that.
Ninja, bro, check it!
I did what you said.
I took over the company!
That was your idea?
Well, yeah, but I didn't know
he was gonna...
I mean there were fa... I didn't
know there were gonna be farts.
- Ninja, you gotta save us!
- [flatulence]
It's over, Terry.
It'd be way cooler
if it wasn't, you know.
That means get him, you
peace-lovin' trash compactors!
[sighs]
[grunting]
Ninja Avoid the Attack!
Ninja Rings!
Ninja Chain-sickle.
Aw, it's over, man!
[whispering]
It's back on, man!
You just couldn't help
yourself, could you?
All the guy wanted was
a commercial grade fart-catcher
and you gave him a robo-tick!
Mother says
overachieving is
one of my finest qualities.
[shouts]
Yeah, man! Yeah!
Spark up that Ninja, man!
[howling]
OK, so swapping McFists
was epically wonk.
And I want to make it right.
How do I make it right?!
"The unknown ally can be more
dangerous than the known enemy."
I thought my unknown ally
wasn't dangerous,
but it turns out he's more
dangerous than my known
enemy.
Which means...
My known enemy is
actually my unknown ally!
It's all so simple!
Hey, McFist, think fast!
Wait, what'd he say?
Stink last?
Eat Ninja Hot Balls!
Yah!
Aww, bummer, dude.
- [mooing]
- [dinging]
- [groaning]
- What have I done?
I tried to take her breezy, but
instead I became the last thing
I ever wanted to be: a McFist.
Dad was right.
Being a businessman
ain't my business, man.
Listen, Terry, you may not
be a businessman,
but I could
never be a... uh, er...
What are you anyway,
a dead beat?
Gracias, bro-chacho.
That means a lot.
Now... sign the paper!
Man, that is a load off.
I'm telling you.
[giggles]
- [kissing sounds]
- Ha!
It's you and me
again, McFist.
Guess I don't exist.
I'm just the guy who
builds stuff, you know.
Give it a rest would ya!
Honestly, Ninja,
it's been kind of a long day.
What do ya say
we start fresh tomorrow?
I say... smokebomb!
Cunningham, let's talk
about what you learned today.
Hannibal McFist isn't even
the craziest guy in his family?
- And...?
- One man's air biscuits
are another man's
renewable energy source?
- And...?
- And... I don't know.
And... if you hadn't run
out while I was talking, none of
this would have ever happened!
I swear, you just don't
appreciate my wisdom
Bup-bup-bup...
Let me finish.
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Best friends
we will always be ¶
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Yeah ¶¶
Chirp.
[Randy and Howard] Fart power!
- [Randy] I was chosen
to protect my school
from the forces of evil.
I am the Ninja.
I am Randy Cunningham.
¶ Smoke bomb! ¶
[Howard] Launch day, Cunningham!
Weeks of waiting.
Hours of standing.
The McSatchle 299.99 is
finally within our grasp!
This satchel is
going to change everything!
When people see
we got a McSatchle,
they'll worship our cheese!
[both] McSatchle 299.99!
The two of us
splitting one McSatchle is
the best idea we've ever had!
Yeah, about that...
Since I'm putting in most
of the money,
I'll take the McSatchle
Monday through Friday,
and you can have it weekends!
Weekends?!
How can I rub it in everyone's
face if no one sees me with it?
I'll see you with it!
And I'll be so jealous!
[crowd cheering]
[both giggling]
Ooh...
Hello.
One McSatchle 299.99, please!
Hmm, that'll be $299.99.
Uh, you know we just
wanted one of 'em, right?
Oh... That's the price.
See, I thought it was
the version number.
In that case, I'd like to change
our order to none McSatchles,
please.
How are people gonna
worship our cheese
if we don't have a McSatchle?!
I figured out how
we can get the cash!
Took ya long enough!
Yow! That's genius!
We'll become movie stars!
We'll have tons of money!
No, Howard,
I was talking about the sign.
Wait, you wanna get jobs?
Feels kinda sitcom-y.
I'm not
crazy about it either.
I'll be working
for my sworn enemy.
But on the other hand...
[all] McSatchle!
- [beeping]
- [whirring]
Uh, what's with the riffraff,
Viceroy?
It's my latest
plan to stop the Ninja!
My plan!
But I'll allow it.
As you know, today is
the launch of the most coveted
satchel in handbag history...
The McSatchle.
What, you mean
this old thing?
[dance music plays]
My Punk-Bots have been
programmed to rouse
rabble at the McSac Store.
They'll lure the Ninja close,
and we'll hit him
with my big surprise.
Don't you mean
my big surprise!
Do you even know
what your big surprise is?
Don't tell me!
You'll ruin the surprise!
Yeah!
Let's disrupt
some commerce, eh, lads?
Rock-n-roll!
It's raining pain!
[laughing] That's not
yours anymore.
Thievery!
[screaming]
Give me that!
Nice bag, pops.
Random destruction!
I had five minutes
left on that meter!
This is the hardest
thing ever!
We just have to stick
it out until we got enough
money for a McSatchle!
[man] Hey, tickie rippers.
Report to the big room
for gum scraping duty.
[chuckles]
[grunts] I hate working,
Cunningham!
It's the Anti-Bruce!
Just remember,
we're in this together.
To the end.
- [humming sound]
- Oh, thank cheese!
Nice timing, Nomicon!
Why don't you get scraping,
and I'll be there as soon as
humanly vloomp-able.
What about
"together to the end"?!
[bird coos]
[both exclaiming]
[screaming]
"The gain is rarely
worth the loss."
NinjaNomicon, I'm trying to get
a bag that will make people
worship our cheese,
so if we could do this whole
gainy-lossy thing later, that
would be Brucely appreciated.
Ah! Stop that!
Stop it!
Stupid Shoobingham, leaving me
to scrape gum while he's in the
bathroom shloompin' his Nomicon.
What'cha doin'?
What's it look like I'm doin'?
I'm on a treasure hunt!
McFist hid video game
tokens under random wads of gum!
I've found five so far!
For serious?!
Can I take a scrape at it?
Be my guest.
Nope. Nope.
- Nope, nope...
- [video game plays]
The McFist-A-Plex
McManager's Lounge will give us
the perfect
view of my robo-rousers.
[grunts] You mean my
robo-rousers!
We still doing this?
Keep scraping!
Those tokens aren't
going to find themselves!
That kid reminds me
of someone.
Someone I like.
[chuckles] I found a quarter!
I found a quarter!
Oh, that's right... me!
Son, how'd you like
to be McManager?
- But sir, I'm...
- Fired!
That's what you are, Bryce!
Now go take
a smile somewhere else.
What's your name?
Doesn't matter, I'll call you
"Young Hannibal."
Hey, Howard,
sorry about that.
Nomicon was jabbering gains
and losses
and blah-blah...
Why are you wearing a tuxedo?
I've been promoted.
You made McManager?!
This is Bruce-diggity!
Now we can slack off,
get paid and buy a McSatchle!
Slappage!
But first I'm gonna need you
to plunge the second floor
bathroom
and squeegee the butter traps.
[laughing] Sure, I'll get
right on that, Mr. McManager.
Or was it plunge the butter
traps and squeegee the bathroom?
- [both laughing]
- Why don't I plunge
and squeegee 'em both?
Good call.
[grunts] Huh?
Wait a second, you're serious?
You said
we should get jobs.
Turns out my job is...
being your boss.
You are not
the boss of me!
This name tag says otherwise.
That name tag says
"Bryce"!
Cunningham, please
don't make me
fire you before we've saved
enough for the McSatchle.
And about that,
now that I'm making more
money than you,
I'll be taking our McSatchle
Monday through Saturday.
The juice you will!
Don't worry.
You can have it on Sundays.
Well, every other Sunday.
[groans]
That butter trap ain't gonna
squeegee-plunge itself.
[growls]
[toilet flushes]
[Howard] Ooh, sorry,
Cunningham.
That's next week's film.
This week's is,
Winky Face: The Movie.
I probably should've checked
before you did all that.
- Mmm.
- You are the
jerkiest boss ever!
Attention shoppers,
there's a sale on anarchy!
- [laughing]
- Give me that!
- [crying]
- Rock-n-roll!
It's Ninja o'clock.
Actually, your break's
in 20 minutes, so if Ninja
o'clock could happen then,
that'd be super.
- [people screaming]
- You cannot tell me
when to Ninja!
Hello. McManager.
You know what?
I quit.
What about our McSatchle?
There is no
"our McSatchle"!
[groans]
- [Randy] Smokebomb!
- [grunts]
[roaring]
[grunting]
Can't believe Cunningham
disrespected my cheese
like that!
[beeps]
[giggling]
Yes! My plan is working!
Plan? I didn't see anything
on the break room bulletin
board about a plan.
Isn't this where you
spring "your" surprise?
Of course, my surprise...
Uh... Really excited
about my surprise.
Think you're gonna love it,
and... Ohh.
[all grunting]
[karate yells]
- [shouting]
- [groaning]
- [stammering]
- Oh, I'll do it!
- [device beeps]
- What?!
- [zipping sound]
- [gasps]
- What the juice?!
- [roars]
Whoa! Did not see that coming.
Surprise!
[roaring]
Ninja Rings!
Ninja Chain-sickle!
Ninja what's going on?!
I constructed
Giant Punk-Bot's
armor from McSatchle.
Why would you do that?
Because McSatchles
are indestructible!
[chuckling]
Yeah... about that.
In order to lower costs,
we went with a cheaper zipper.
- It's highly destructible.
- You did what?!
Gee... Surprise!
[gasps] I gotta tell Cunningham!
Although he did
disrespect my cheese.
Hmm. What to do...
What to do...
- [groans]
- [roars]
- [music plays]
- [laughing] Yeah!
[music stops]
Tengu Fire Ball.
[grunting]
Oh, boy.
Yes! Eat 'Satchle, Ninja!
Hey, jerk, I need to
tell you something.
Hey, jerk, not listening.
Why's Young
Hannibal talking to the Ninja?
That's against company policy!
Listen, I'm not
speaking to you either,
but I have to tell you this!
What, Howard? You need me
to come back in there
and beat the farts
out of the theater seats?
No! Besides, you can't do that.
I fired you.
You didn't fire me!
I quit!
Would you just listen to me!
That thing's made out of
McSatchles!
And McFist skimped on the zips!
So what you're saying is...
they tried to sell us horky
McSatchles?
I know!
Also, you can probably beat that
thing by stabbing it in
the zipper.
Hey, buddy, you just
McManaged to save the day.
Why do you say
things like that?
Huh! Yah!
Ninja Slice!
[unzipping sound]
[shouting]
Ninja Hot Balls!
[screaming]
Not rock-n-roll, mate.
Hi-yah!
- [gasps]
- Your plan failed.
Not a surprise!
So I got fired.
[chuckles] Yeah.
Turns out McFist
has a very strict
anti-chatting-up-the-Ninja
policy.
Sorry you lost your job,
but I couldn't have stopped that
thing without you.
- Hmm...
- [gasps]
You know, it's weird.
Usually the Nomicon's
jibber-jabber comes
back to help me out,
but not this time.
[gasps]
¶ Best friends ¶
Why are you looking
at me like that?
We were so desperate
to gain a McSatchle,
we almost lost our friendship.
So not worth it.
'Cause of the horky zips, right?
Right, Howard.
The horky zips.
Friendship,
now that's rock-n-roll.
[Randy] That's awful!
Your Uncle Nooge is
going to jail for a crime
he didn't commit?
You completely missed
the point of that story:
I got two free tickets
to Whoopee World this weekend!
- You in?
- So in!
[chuckles] I was afraid
you'd say that.
See, we both know that once
we get to Whoopee World,
you'll spot McFist
and be all,
"He must be up to something..."
McFist!
He must be up to something!
And then, boom,
you're gone-zo.
And I'll look like
a total shoob standing there
talking to myself.
Bup-bup-bup...
Let me finish.
[quacks]
[man] No way!
It's my baby bro, Hannie!
What brings you here,
bro-mo-sapien?
Terry, I faxed you this morning!
Adam, dude, why didn't you tell
me I got a fax, man?
[burps]
[groans] This is awful.
- I hate coming here.
- You know the dealio.
- Terry is the heir
to McFist Industries.
- [flatulence under water]
Once a year he needs to sign
the company over to you.
That guy is not McFist's
big brother.
- [squeaking sound]
- Wet willy, man!
That guy is so McFist's
big brother!
[squirming] Would you just
sign the paper?!
I wanna rap at 'cha first,
about something important.
[groans] Here comes
the wind-power...
Wind power!
It's the future, man,
all the way from the past!
If we ran things on wind,
the whole world could take
her breezy.
Sign the paper!
- [burps]
- [groans]
I'll go get the backup
document from the hovercraft.
All right!
Grab a loofah, you can scrub
my can't-reachies!
Viceroy, I'll help you!
[chuckles] This is huge!
If Terry doesn't sign that
paper, McFist will be gone
and I'll never
have to worry about him again!
Ninja Enemy Take Down!
[humming]
[groans] Fine NinjaNomicon,
but make it fast!
"The unknown
ally can be more
dangerous than the known enemy."
I hear ya, Nomicon, and
normally I'd be all "totally"
but have you seen Terry?
This unknown ally isn't
dangerous, he's a majorly chill
bree-brah, bro, you know.
[shouting]
No! Adam, stop it!
Ninja!
What are you doin' here?
You come by for a soak?
What? A soak?
No, I'm good.
Listen, Terry,
you can't sign that paper.
But then I'd be running
McFist Industries...
Yes! Perfect!
You should do that!
Sorry, Ninj, I am not
a businessman.
It's like my dad used to say:
"Terry, you are not
a businessman."
This is your chance
to prove him wrong.
With you in charge, Norrisville
could run on... wind power.
We could finally take
her breezy...
[flatulence under water]
[McFist groans]
Enough with the
dude stew, Terry.
It's time to sign the paper!
What do you mean you
won't sign?!
In conclusion, if you can
guarantee we'll bro out all day
without McFist
wonkin' up our fun,
then I'll take
you to Whoopee World.
Howard...
I guarantee it.
So you're saying I was standing
at my locker talking to myself
like a shoob for 20 minutes?
You completely missed
the point of the story:
I replaced my enemy
with a peace lovin' nicewad!
No way this can go wrong.
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
[both] ¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop, whoopee! ¶
¶ Whoop, whoop,
whoop, whoop... ¶
- [mooing]
- Welcome to Windeee World!
The world's first wind-powered
amusement park!
[lots of flatulence]
Wind power is fart power!
This is amaze-dingles!
That's the sound of the smell of
the future, boys.
[chuckles] Man, I had no idea
that being a businessman
was so easy.
Howard, I never thought
I'd get to say this,
but let's go check fart-powered
bumper cars off our bucket list.
[both laughing]
I don't know how I did it, but
Windeee World is now 100 percent
wind-powered.
OK, I know how I did it.
I'm a genius!
Whoopie!
I'd like to cash in one
of my complimentary hug coupons.
Get off me!
Hannibal!
What are you doing here?
Watching my older brother
ruin my empire!
Stupid wind power!
[crying]
I'm gonna hit you so hard,
you're gonna forget your name!
I'm gonna hit you
so hard, you're gonna forget
you said that!
[both] Fart power!
[screaming]
[flatulence]
Fart power!
- Fart power?
- [groans]
[horn blares]
Stupid fart power!
This place stinks!
Un-amusement park zing!
Double zing for the win!
Shoob.
Come on,
leave Bucky alone.
I was talking about you,
Cunningham!
By taking down McFist
you ruined Whoopee World!
- Shoob.
- That's not true.
Is that true? Howard, wait.
No, come back, Howard!
Come back please!
[indistinct chatter]
Why's everyone bummin',
V-Nasty?
Our "generators"
aren't breaking enough
wind to power the park.
[slurping sound]
Hey, Terry,
guess who I am right now:
"Son, you are no businessman!"
Here's a hint, I'm Dad!
[laughs]
[chuckles] I'm not done yet!
Actually,
if we don't find an alternate
source of wind, we are.
Sign the paper
and I'll clean up your mess,
just like I always have.
- [evil laugh]
- [flatulence]
Oh, excuse me.
These organic prune smoothies
really pack a punch.
[lots of flatulence]
Gather the Man-Droids,
V-Diggity.
I think I know where
we can score ourselves
some major windage.
Care for a free prune
smoothie, man?
Better make it a double.
[slurps, burps]
- [flatulence]
- [chuckles]
[screams]
Howard, come on,
you're not really mad.
Howard?
Where are you?
[sniffs, groans]
You were here.
And recently.
What the smoothie is going on?
I'm thinking it's Ninja time.
- [electric zapping]
- Ah! Ooh!
I really tooted my own
horn there, didn't I?
Butt trumpet zing!
[flatulence continues]
[gasps]
[laughing] Wind power, man!
It's all happening!
Today, Whoopee World,
tomorrow the world world!
This is your plan?
To hook the entire
planet up to fart-catchers?
Yepper doodles!
And I'm going to be
the king of Fart-topia!
Gonna have to call
smokebomb on that.
Ninja, bro, check it!
I did what you said.
I took over the company!
That was your idea?
Well, yeah, but I didn't know
he was gonna...
I mean there were fa... I didn't
know there were gonna be farts.
- Ninja, you gotta save us!
- [flatulence]
It's over, Terry.
It'd be way cooler
if it wasn't, you know.
That means get him, you
peace-lovin' trash compactors!
[sighs]
[grunting]
Ninja Avoid the Attack!
Ninja Rings!
Ninja Chain-sickle.
Aw, it's over, man!
[whispering]
It's back on, man!
You just couldn't help
yourself, could you?
All the guy wanted was
a commercial grade fart-catcher
and you gave him a robo-tick!
Mother says
overachieving is
one of my finest qualities.
[shouts]
Yeah, man! Yeah!
Spark up that Ninja, man!
[howling]
OK, so swapping McFists
was epically wonk.
And I want to make it right.
How do I make it right?!
"The unknown ally can be more
dangerous than the known enemy."
I thought my unknown ally
wasn't dangerous,
but it turns out he's more
dangerous than my known
enemy.
Which means...
My known enemy is
actually my unknown ally!
It's all so simple!
Hey, McFist, think fast!
Wait, what'd he say?
Stink last?
Eat Ninja Hot Balls!
Yah!
Aww, bummer, dude.
- [mooing]
- [dinging]
- [groaning]
- What have I done?
I tried to take her breezy, but
instead I became the last thing
I ever wanted to be: a McFist.
Dad was right.
Being a businessman
ain't my business, man.
Listen, Terry, you may not
be a businessman,
but I could
never be a... uh, er...
What are you anyway,
a dead beat?
Gracias, bro-chacho.
That means a lot.
Now... sign the paper!
Man, that is a load off.
I'm telling you.
[giggles]
- [kissing sounds]
- Ha!
It's you and me
again, McFist.
Guess I don't exist.
I'm just the guy who
builds stuff, you know.
Give it a rest would ya!
Honestly, Ninja,
it's been kind of a long day.
What do ya say
we start fresh tomorrow?
I say... smokebomb!
Cunningham, let's talk
about what you learned today.
Hannibal McFist isn't even
the craziest guy in his family?
- And...?
- One man's air biscuits
are another man's
renewable energy source?
- And...?
- And... I don't know.
And... if you hadn't run
out while I was talking, none of
this would have ever happened!
I swear, you just don't
appreciate my wisdom
Bup-bup-bup...
Let me finish.
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Best friends
we will always be ¶
¶ Best friends ¶
¶ Yeah ¶¶
Chirp.
[Randy and Howard] Fart power!