The Mighty Ones (2020–2022): Season 2, Episode 4 - Bumbleberry/Leaf's Still Cool - full transcript
Rocksy discovers that Berry is fascinated with bees; Leaf proves he's still a cool daredevil.
‐ Go, my baby bees!
Get pollen for Mama Bee!
‐ Buzz, Buzz!
‐ This is a leaf,
bees don't need leaves.
‐ Everyone needs Leaves.
‐ Buzz!
‐ What is this?
‐ I don't know.
‐ Is this pollen?
‐ Yeah?
‐ No?
‐ No.
‐ Do you want this back?
‐ Okay.
‐ Okay, here you go.
Now, gaze upon Mama Bee
as I do the hypnotic bee dance
of the Supreme Bee.
‐ Oh.
‐ Flap, flap! Thrust!
Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle.
Now, the figure eight.
Ugh! Uh...
I can never land the figure eight.
‐ Yeah, it looks pretty complicated.
You're so goo‐goo for bees.
‐ Bees are, like, the coolest thing.
I dream of being as important as them.
‐ You are important!
You're our Mama Bee.
‐ Not my Mama Bee.
‐ Thanks, but I mean really important.
All we're doing is playing games.
But bees?
They help pollinate flowers,
and use the pollen to produce
a sweet tasting liquid called honey.
‐ Exactly how sweet
is this so‐called honey?
‐ Oh! And have you heard
of the birds and the bees?
Actually, let's not talk
about the birds and the bees.
‐ Can we circle back to the honey?
‐ They make it in the hive.
Like that one.
Oh, wow, yeah, there it is!
I wish I could be up there.
But who am I kidding,
I'd never make it as a bee.
‐ Oh, come on! You could live as a bee.
You know, like, everything about bees!
‐ Yeah. I don't know that much.
You think I could really be a bee?
‐ Totally!
‐ Really the only un‐bee thing about you
is your look.
‐ Well, I have been working
on a little something.
Tada!
‐ Oh, my Gorb!
What is this bee doing here?
‐ Uh, get out of here, bee!
‐ Before you go,
could I put in an order for some honey?
‐ Oh, come on, guys.
It's me! Berry!
‐ Wings, stripe,
all the parts are there!
‐ I'm going to do it.
I'm going to be important!
I'm off to be a bee!
Buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz!
‐ Bye! We love you!
‐ Good luck! Farewell!
‐ Bring back honey!
‐ The beehive guard.
‐ Buzz.
‐ Hi.
‐ Hello, fellow bee.
‐ Fellow bee.
‐ You may enter.
It's incredible.
Pollen processing.
Cleaning.
Oh, and here's where they
help keep the hive
at 95 degrees at all times!
‐ Hop!
‐ Being a bee is amazing!
‐ Guys. I think I'm finally ready to talk
about the time I spent in bird jail.
‐ I miss Berry!
We should go see Berry!
‐ Time to cornch some honey!
‐ Hooray!
‐ Someday.
‐ Uh! The bee pile.
Hello, fellow bees!
‐ Fellow bee.
I haven't seen you before.
New guy!
‐ What?
‐ Welcome!
I am Bumbleford
and I will be your Bumble Buddy!
‐ That's a pretty sweet scar,
Bumbleford.
‐ It was acquired
during the Bee War.
I was determined to become
the Prime Egg layer.
‐ Whoa! Did you do it?
C'mon, let's go! Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! I been stung!
There's too many of them!
No! Retreat! Retreat!
Not the larva!
‐ I did not.
‐ Well,
I still think it's super cool looking.
‐ I usually
don't talk about my scar.
But I feel that I can trust you
and I am glad that you are here.
Now, let us go make honey.
Welcome to the honey chamber!
‐ Honey chamber?
Uh! Are they barfing nectar
into each other's mouths,
where it mixes with enzymes,
which make it better for storage?
‐ That's right.
And they shall continue barfing
until it reaches
the bee closest to the honeycomb.
‐ M‐m‐me?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
Your first assignment
will be to fill this vessel.
Can you handle it?
‐ Of course I can!
Fill me up!
‐ Oh, interesting technique.
‐ Barr!
Barf.
‐ Pink honey?
We've never seen pink honey before.
This is most irregular.
‐ In case we don't make it,
you should know that my time
on the inside was...
‐ Farts come from our insides.
‐ Twig, no one wants to hear
about your farts.
Enough chit‐chat!
Keep climbing!
Uh!
‐ Fellow bee.
Hello, fellow bee, please enter.
‐ Oh. Well, this place
looks pretty welcoming.
‐ You are not welcome.
Only Bees! Ugh!
‐ Wha...?
‐ Take this intruder to Bee Jail.
‐ What if they stung Berry?
Who knows how much stinging
goes on in there?
We have to save her.
‐ But only bees can go in.
‐ Then we'll become bees.
Hell‐eh...
Hello.
‐ Ow. Don't clench so hard.
‐ Quiet.
Hello, fellow bee.
‐ Fellow bee.
Welcome.
‐ Uh, thank you.
Huh, phew. That was close.
This is an evil place.
‐ But it is at pleasant 95 degrees.
‐ Thank you for noticing!
Woohoo!
‐ Fellow bees,
we gather here today,
to make an example
of the bee who made pink honey.
‐ Berry! Get out of there!
‐ You have revolutionized
our honey making process.
So we hereby appoint you Supreme Bee.
‐ Wow!
‐ Berr! Oh, she's fine.
‐ You may now perform
the hypnotic dance of the Supreme Bee,
and take control
over all bees in the hive.
‐ It would bee my honor.
Uh! Flap, flap!
‐ She's doing it!
What grace.
‐ Do the figure eight!
‐ The figure eight.
‐ Wow!
‐ Let's do this.
‐ She couldn't do the figure eight!
‐ We were fooled!
‐ She's no Supreme Bee!
‐ Makes me wanna puke!
‐ Sorry, guys.
I'll get it next time.
‐ Look! She's not a bee at all!
‐ Oh. Not again.
‐ Bumbleford?
‐ Not since the Bee War,
have I felt such betrayal.
You cut me deeper
than a BeeCossack's saber.
‐ No, Bumbleford!
Man, I can't believe
I thought I could be a bee.
I deserve to be locked up here, alone.
You're not alone.
‐ Alone.
‐ Psst. Berry.
‐ And Ben.
‐ Oh, great.
More people I can't help.
‐ Ugh! But I can't fit though the bars.
Eh, Twig could fit.
‐ Oh, no.
I can't go back in a cage.
Ow! Uh!
‐ Rescue!
‐ Come on, Berry.
‐ Berry! What's wrong?
Why isn't she talking?
‐ Jail changes a person.
No one should be locked up.
‐ Guys?
‐ We should leave
before they find us.
‐ It's no use,
bees are hypersensitive to movement.
They already know where we are.
‐ Jail Break?
‐ Ah!
‐ They can't see us up here.
‐ Bees have eyes
on the top of their head.
‐ Ah!
‐ Ew. Oh, it's all sticky.
‐ Is this...?
‐ Honey!
It's real, it's really real!
‐ They're in the Honey Chamber!
‐ Ow.
‐ How do we stop them, Berry?
‐ The Supreme Bee Dance is the only way,
but I can't help with that.
‐ Then I'll try.
‐ No, no. It goes like this.
‐ You're both wrong.
Here, let me try.
‐ Ah!
‐ Berry! Snap out of it!
‐ What's the point?
I'm not important.
‐ You may not be important to them,
but you're important to us.
We need our Mama Bee!
‐ Mama Bee?
No one touches my baby bees.
Flap, flap, flap.
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
‐ But can she land the figure eight?
‐ The most complicated step.
‐ That's the figure eight?
‐ Ah!
‐ Ah!
‐ Huh? Oh!
She is indeed the Supreme Bee.
My trust in bees has been restored.
‐ Berry, you did it!
‐ They will do as I command.
Don't touch me. Or them.
Sorry, guys.
I guess I don't need to be
a bee to bee important.
‐ We'd be goners
if it weren't for Mama Bee!
‐ Yeah, thanks, Mamma Bee.
‐ Show some appreciation, Leaf.
Where's Leaf?
‐ Ah! I'm under attack!
Help! Somebody! Ah!
‐ What's attacking you this time?
‐ Some kinda giant, sticky,
transparent, worm thing!
‐ Ugh. Coming.
‐ Help! Help!
‐ Twig, stop fighting it.
‐ I'll try, but how's that gonna...
Oh.
‐ See, bro?
Your mind was the prison the whole time.
Man. Why does my lil bro have
to be so freaking wimptastic?
Wish I could roll with someone
who wasn't so scared of life!
Whoo!
‐ Huh?
‐ He‐yaw! Tricks!
‐ Wait, is that Vibez?
‐ Embrace life without fear!
Boom!
‐ A single finger leaf‐lift?
Oh, that is definitely
a signature Vibez move.
‐ And now for the finale...
‐ Sup, Vibez!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Oh. Aw, dangit, Leaf.
Are you okay, Vibez?
You really ate it.
‐ Ha‐ha! Aw, yeah! I love pain!
Ah, feels so good. Huh?
No way, Leaf!
‐ You know it!
‐ Aw, it's been a minute.
‐ Whoa.
‐ Whoa.
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa, it's been like forever, Vibez!
Remember all the trouble
we used to get up to?
Just doing legendary stunts
around the yard?
‐ Oh, it's all coming back to my brain!
‐ Me too.
Oh, look out, nerds!
We're living Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Yeah, we're about to drop
some nasty stunts up on this place!
‐ Caw!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Whoa! Uff!
Aw, should I do it?
‐ Uh, yeah, you should do it!
‐ Huh?
‐ Whoa! Leaf Lyfe!
Yes!
Leaf Lyfe!
Yeah! Woohoo!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Psh'yeah, or whatever.
‐ Ch'yeah.
‐ Vibez,
I think this is the best summer ever.
‐ Yeah, it's not bad.
But I'd say the best summer ever
is when we finally take on "The Shredder"!
‐ Uh, The Shredder? Heh.
Are you sure? That just seems,
uh, unnecessarily hazardous.
Uh, bro?
‐ Whoa, dude, are you even cool?
‐ What? Yeah!
Just look at my pants!
‐ Whoa, those are cool!
‐ Those were cool pants.
‐ Those were cool times.
‐ Gorb, I miss those pants!
Why did I stop wearing pants?
‐ So what happened?
‐ To the pants?
Aw, you know, styles change.
There's more
of a skinny‐leg aesthetic nowadays.
Plus, my pant guy moved out
of the yard,
and you know how hard it is
to find a good pant guy.
‐ No, dude.
I mean The Shredder.
I waited for you and you never showed up.
You didn't get lame, did you?
‐ Oh, y'know, I just...
I got busy.
Like, y'know, stunts, lots of...
pants and, uh,
but I'm still, I'm still cool!
‐ Ha‐ha, right on.
Hey, we should get Leaf Lyfe
back together.
Go rip this yard up.
‐ Oh, are you serious?
I mean...
Yeah, that'd be sick, I guess.
‐ I'll go first.
‐ Wait, what?
‐ I brought us up here
while you were reminiscing.
‐ Oh. Yeah, I mean, this is
a little extreme to start with, right?
Vibez, wait! What are you‐‐
‐ Huh! Huh‐ha! Whoo! Whoo!
Your turn, Leaf!
‐ Yeah, alright,
let's, let's do this!
I think I remember how this is done.
Whoa! Oh, this is fine. Oh!
Nailed that one. Whoa!
No!
Whoa, bro!
Oh! Uh! Ow, uh!
‐ Oh, that was so rad!
‐ Oh, it was? Uh, yeah. Yeah, it was.
‐ Nice slice.
‐ Uh, yeah, thanks.
I also approve of this slice
in my head.
Leaf? Leaf! Is that you?
‐ Oh, no, why now?
‐ Who you talkin' to, Leafy?
Hey, cool moves, brotherino!
Is that right?
Am I doing it right?
‐ No, man, just like,
no more sticky worm, okay?
‐ Leaf! What happened to your head?
Oh, that looks really bad. Is it painful?
Do you want me to hold
your hand while you cry?
Leafy! Who dat?
‐ Be. Cool!
‐ Hey, stick‐guy, nice moves.
I like your style.
‐ Really?
‐ For sure, dude.
Yo, listen.
I'm Vibez, what's your name?
‐ I'm Twig.
I'm Leaf's brother!
‐ Brother?
Leaf, man, how did I not know
you had a wood‐bro?
Yeah, we're about to go drop
some nasty stunts up on this place!
‐ Caw!
‐ Hello, brother.
Mind if I join the fun?
‐ Ugh, Twig! Go home, Twig!
‐ But I wanna play stunts.
‐ Ugh! You don't play stunts!
Stunts are life, stunts is everything!
I'm stunts!
Uh, yeah. 'Cause there's a lot
you don't know about me.
‐ His real name is Bucky.
‐ Dude!
‐ Bucky?
‐ Yeah, Leaf is just a nickname.
‐ Don't you have somewhere
to be, Twig?
Like, crying in your mud puddle
or something?
Vibez and I
haven't seen each other in forever
so we're gonna go get extreme.
‐ Heh, yeah we are!
Twig, why don't you come with us, my dude?
My dude? Dude, dude...
‐ Well, actually, yes,
I did have some soft, breathy crying
in the mud puddle
scheduled for this afternoon, but...
But?
But!
But I can push it!
‐ Ow!
‐ Let's go!
‐ Twig, please.
Don't do anything to embarrass me.
‐ Me? I would never embarrass
my darling beloved brother.
Come here, you! Muak!
‐ Ugh! Twig!
‐ Aw, yeah!
I'll go first.
Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Nice one, Vibez.
But I think I can do nicer!
Gonna pull one from the archives!
Leaf Lyfe!
Wait, how'd this move go again? Ugh!
‐ Faceplant. Alright, Twig,
let's see what you've got!
‐ Um. Okay.
Leaf!
‐ Twig!
‐ Uh, the sticky worm found me again.
‐ Whoa!
Twig! You are the coolest!
The coolest? Coolest, coolest...
‐ Uh! Ah! What's next?
‐ Vibez and I were gonna‐‐
‐ What are you feeling, Twig‐man?
Jump the fan blades? Squirrel rodeo?
‐ How about we‐‐
‐ Ride the rain gutters?
Sprinkler jumps?
‐ You know what's cool‐‐
‐ Bust into a bee hive?
‐ Bees make honey!
‐ We‐‐
‐ Twig! I didn't know information
could be so cool!
Wow.
‐ Eh?
‐ Uh. No!
Uh!
We're doing The Shredder next! Oop.
‐ The Shredder?
What's The Shredder?
‐ Aw, Twig, it's only the sickest,
gnarliest, most unregulated stunt
in the yard.
‐ Ah, yeah, Leaf Lyfe!
Let's roll, Vibez!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
- Caw!
‐ Aw, yeah.
- The Shredder.
‐ Whoa. I forgot how massive it is.
Which, which is fine.
‐ Huh. Weird that I've never seen
this thing in the yard
until this very moment.
Uh, this looks kind of dangerous,
you guys.
‐ Beware, stunt seeker.
The Shredder is unforgiving!
And the coolness is very short lived.
‐ What do you mean?
‐ The coolness, man. It's short lived!
‐ Like it's a short, safe stunt.
‐ What? Nah, man!
The thing rips you apart. Look at me!
‐ Why, cause you're in pieces?
‐ You don't have to be rude, man.
You know what? Just forget it.
‐ I'm sorry.
I do want to hear the cryptic warning!
‐ It feels dumb now.
‐ You're doing great!
‐ Just, just be careful, okay?
‐ Oh, okay. I will!
Thank you, have a nice day!
‐ Yeah, you too, man. Oh.
‐ Huh! Whoa.
That's, that's pretty extreme.
‐ Leaf! Don't do this!
‐ I have no choice!
This is the only way to show Vibez
I've reclaimed my coolness.
‐ What are you talking about?
You are the coolest dude I know.
‐ Yeah, well,
that's not saying much, Twig.
‐ Blah, blah, blah.
Let's do this! Uh! Uh! Ah!
Uh! Leaf Ly‐‐
‐ Uh.
Well, let's do this.
‐ Leaf, she can't see you!
She doesn't even have eyes anymore!
‐ Leaf Lyfe! Uh!
Uh! Oh, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Ah!
Ah! Hang on, brother.
‐ Oh, Twig!
Aw, bro, you got me.
‐ Always.
‐ Okay, pull me up now.
‐ Whoa!
Just hold on, I can signal for help!
‐ Huh?
‐ The signal!
‐ Wait, what signal is that?
‐ Uh, it kinda sounds like:
"Pineapple surprise"?
‐ I dunno, it sounds more like:
"Help! The clams are invading!"
‐ Uh! I don't know
how much longer I can hold on!
‐ Give me your other hand!
You have to hang on!
Help is coming!
‐ I should have listened to you, Twig!
I should have known you were
just looking out for me! Oh, no!
I'm slipping!
I am not letting you go.
Oh, oh, oh, dangit!
‐ No!
‐ Woohoo!
‐ Help's comin' in hot!
‐ You guys heard the signal!
Thank you for saving us!
‐ Our pleasure!
‐ Eh, I still wish it was the clams.
‐ We out!
Wow.
‐ Huh?
‐ I can't believe you wimped out
on The Shredder again, Bucky.
Looks like I'll be jammin'
with this rad dude instead.
He gets it.
‐ Sup, y'all!
‐ Peace, nerd! Ha‐ha.
‐ Wha...? Nah. No, Vibez!
Vibez, I'm still cool! Remember the pants?
Remember the pants! Oh!
‐ I remember those pants.
‐ You do?
‐ Oh, yeah.
Although,
they looked very uncomfortable.
‐ Heh. They were.
I'm sorry, Twig,
I guess I was searching
to rekindle my coolness,
but I got something better now.
‐ Did you get jorts?
‐ Yeah.
Check 'em out,
they're pretty sick, right?
But also,
a brother who cares about‐‐
Clams!
Get pollen for Mama Bee!
‐ Buzz, Buzz!
‐ This is a leaf,
bees don't need leaves.
‐ Everyone needs Leaves.
‐ Buzz!
‐ What is this?
‐ I don't know.
‐ Is this pollen?
‐ Yeah?
‐ No?
‐ No.
‐ Do you want this back?
‐ Okay.
‐ Okay, here you go.
Now, gaze upon Mama Bee
as I do the hypnotic bee dance
of the Supreme Bee.
‐ Oh.
‐ Flap, flap! Thrust!
Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle.
Now, the figure eight.
Ugh! Uh...
I can never land the figure eight.
‐ Yeah, it looks pretty complicated.
You're so goo‐goo for bees.
‐ Bees are, like, the coolest thing.
I dream of being as important as them.
‐ You are important!
You're our Mama Bee.
‐ Not my Mama Bee.
‐ Thanks, but I mean really important.
All we're doing is playing games.
But bees?
They help pollinate flowers,
and use the pollen to produce
a sweet tasting liquid called honey.
‐ Exactly how sweet
is this so‐called honey?
‐ Oh! And have you heard
of the birds and the bees?
Actually, let's not talk
about the birds and the bees.
‐ Can we circle back to the honey?
‐ They make it in the hive.
Like that one.
Oh, wow, yeah, there it is!
I wish I could be up there.
But who am I kidding,
I'd never make it as a bee.
‐ Oh, come on! You could live as a bee.
You know, like, everything about bees!
‐ Yeah. I don't know that much.
You think I could really be a bee?
‐ Totally!
‐ Really the only un‐bee thing about you
is your look.
‐ Well, I have been working
on a little something.
Tada!
‐ Oh, my Gorb!
What is this bee doing here?
‐ Uh, get out of here, bee!
‐ Before you go,
could I put in an order for some honey?
‐ Oh, come on, guys.
It's me! Berry!
‐ Wings, stripe,
all the parts are there!
‐ I'm going to do it.
I'm going to be important!
I'm off to be a bee!
Buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz!
‐ Bye! We love you!
‐ Good luck! Farewell!
‐ Bring back honey!
‐ The beehive guard.
‐ Buzz.
‐ Hi.
‐ Hello, fellow bee.
‐ Fellow bee.
‐ You may enter.
It's incredible.
Pollen processing.
Cleaning.
Oh, and here's where they
help keep the hive
at 95 degrees at all times!
‐ Hop!
‐ Being a bee is amazing!
‐ Guys. I think I'm finally ready to talk
about the time I spent in bird jail.
‐ I miss Berry!
We should go see Berry!
‐ Time to cornch some honey!
‐ Hooray!
‐ Someday.
‐ Uh! The bee pile.
Hello, fellow bees!
‐ Fellow bee.
I haven't seen you before.
New guy!
‐ What?
‐ Welcome!
I am Bumbleford
and I will be your Bumble Buddy!
‐ That's a pretty sweet scar,
Bumbleford.
‐ It was acquired
during the Bee War.
I was determined to become
the Prime Egg layer.
‐ Whoa! Did you do it?
C'mon, let's go! Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! I been stung!
There's too many of them!
No! Retreat! Retreat!
Not the larva!
‐ I did not.
‐ Well,
I still think it's super cool looking.
‐ I usually
don't talk about my scar.
But I feel that I can trust you
and I am glad that you are here.
Now, let us go make honey.
Welcome to the honey chamber!
‐ Honey chamber?
Uh! Are they barfing nectar
into each other's mouths,
where it mixes with enzymes,
which make it better for storage?
‐ That's right.
And they shall continue barfing
until it reaches
the bee closest to the honeycomb.
‐ M‐m‐me?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
Your first assignment
will be to fill this vessel.
Can you handle it?
‐ Of course I can!
Fill me up!
‐ Oh, interesting technique.
‐ Barr!
Barf.
‐ Pink honey?
We've never seen pink honey before.
This is most irregular.
‐ In case we don't make it,
you should know that my time
on the inside was...
‐ Farts come from our insides.
‐ Twig, no one wants to hear
about your farts.
Enough chit‐chat!
Keep climbing!
Uh!
‐ Fellow bee.
Hello, fellow bee, please enter.
‐ Oh. Well, this place
looks pretty welcoming.
‐ You are not welcome.
Only Bees! Ugh!
‐ Wha...?
‐ Take this intruder to Bee Jail.
‐ What if they stung Berry?
Who knows how much stinging
goes on in there?
We have to save her.
‐ But only bees can go in.
‐ Then we'll become bees.
Hell‐eh...
Hello.
‐ Ow. Don't clench so hard.
‐ Quiet.
Hello, fellow bee.
‐ Fellow bee.
Welcome.
‐ Uh, thank you.
Huh, phew. That was close.
This is an evil place.
‐ But it is at pleasant 95 degrees.
‐ Thank you for noticing!
Woohoo!
‐ Fellow bees,
we gather here today,
to make an example
of the bee who made pink honey.
‐ Berry! Get out of there!
‐ You have revolutionized
our honey making process.
So we hereby appoint you Supreme Bee.
‐ Wow!
‐ Berr! Oh, she's fine.
‐ You may now perform
the hypnotic dance of the Supreme Bee,
and take control
over all bees in the hive.
‐ It would bee my honor.
Uh! Flap, flap!
‐ She's doing it!
What grace.
‐ Do the figure eight!
‐ The figure eight.
‐ Wow!
‐ Let's do this.
‐ She couldn't do the figure eight!
‐ We were fooled!
‐ She's no Supreme Bee!
‐ Makes me wanna puke!
‐ Sorry, guys.
I'll get it next time.
‐ Look! She's not a bee at all!
‐ Oh. Not again.
‐ Bumbleford?
‐ Not since the Bee War,
have I felt such betrayal.
You cut me deeper
than a BeeCossack's saber.
‐ No, Bumbleford!
Man, I can't believe
I thought I could be a bee.
I deserve to be locked up here, alone.
You're not alone.
‐ Alone.
‐ Psst. Berry.
‐ And Ben.
‐ Oh, great.
More people I can't help.
‐ Ugh! But I can't fit though the bars.
Eh, Twig could fit.
‐ Oh, no.
I can't go back in a cage.
Ow! Uh!
‐ Rescue!
‐ Come on, Berry.
‐ Berry! What's wrong?
Why isn't she talking?
‐ Jail changes a person.
No one should be locked up.
‐ Guys?
‐ We should leave
before they find us.
‐ It's no use,
bees are hypersensitive to movement.
They already know where we are.
‐ Jail Break?
‐ Ah!
‐ They can't see us up here.
‐ Bees have eyes
on the top of their head.
‐ Ah!
‐ Ew. Oh, it's all sticky.
‐ Is this...?
‐ Honey!
It's real, it's really real!
‐ They're in the Honey Chamber!
‐ Ow.
‐ How do we stop them, Berry?
‐ The Supreme Bee Dance is the only way,
but I can't help with that.
‐ Then I'll try.
‐ No, no. It goes like this.
‐ You're both wrong.
Here, let me try.
‐ Ah!
‐ Berry! Snap out of it!
‐ What's the point?
I'm not important.
‐ You may not be important to them,
but you're important to us.
We need our Mama Bee!
‐ Mama Bee?
No one touches my baby bees.
Flap, flap, flap.
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
‐ But can she land the figure eight?
‐ The most complicated step.
‐ That's the figure eight?
‐ Ah!
‐ Ah!
‐ Huh? Oh!
She is indeed the Supreme Bee.
My trust in bees has been restored.
‐ Berry, you did it!
‐ They will do as I command.
Don't touch me. Or them.
Sorry, guys.
I guess I don't need to be
a bee to bee important.
‐ We'd be goners
if it weren't for Mama Bee!
‐ Yeah, thanks, Mamma Bee.
‐ Show some appreciation, Leaf.
Where's Leaf?
‐ Ah! I'm under attack!
Help! Somebody! Ah!
‐ What's attacking you this time?
‐ Some kinda giant, sticky,
transparent, worm thing!
‐ Ugh. Coming.
‐ Help! Help!
‐ Twig, stop fighting it.
‐ I'll try, but how's that gonna...
Oh.
‐ See, bro?
Your mind was the prison the whole time.
Man. Why does my lil bro have
to be so freaking wimptastic?
Wish I could roll with someone
who wasn't so scared of life!
Whoo!
‐ Huh?
‐ He‐yaw! Tricks!
‐ Wait, is that Vibez?
‐ Embrace life without fear!
Boom!
‐ A single finger leaf‐lift?
Oh, that is definitely
a signature Vibez move.
‐ And now for the finale...
‐ Sup, Vibez!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Oh. Aw, dangit, Leaf.
Are you okay, Vibez?
You really ate it.
‐ Ha‐ha! Aw, yeah! I love pain!
Ah, feels so good. Huh?
No way, Leaf!
‐ You know it!
‐ Aw, it's been a minute.
‐ Whoa.
‐ Whoa.
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ Whoa, it's been like forever, Vibez!
Remember all the trouble
we used to get up to?
Just doing legendary stunts
around the yard?
‐ Oh, it's all coming back to my brain!
‐ Me too.
Oh, look out, nerds!
We're living Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Yeah, we're about to drop
some nasty stunts up on this place!
‐ Caw!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Whoa! Uff!
Aw, should I do it?
‐ Uh, yeah, you should do it!
‐ Huh?
‐ Whoa! Leaf Lyfe!
Yes!
Leaf Lyfe!
Yeah! Woohoo!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Psh'yeah, or whatever.
‐ Ch'yeah.
‐ Vibez,
I think this is the best summer ever.
‐ Yeah, it's not bad.
But I'd say the best summer ever
is when we finally take on "The Shredder"!
‐ Uh, The Shredder? Heh.
Are you sure? That just seems,
uh, unnecessarily hazardous.
Uh, bro?
‐ Whoa, dude, are you even cool?
‐ What? Yeah!
Just look at my pants!
‐ Whoa, those are cool!
‐ Those were cool pants.
‐ Those were cool times.
‐ Gorb, I miss those pants!
Why did I stop wearing pants?
‐ So what happened?
‐ To the pants?
Aw, you know, styles change.
There's more
of a skinny‐leg aesthetic nowadays.
Plus, my pant guy moved out
of the yard,
and you know how hard it is
to find a good pant guy.
‐ No, dude.
I mean The Shredder.
I waited for you and you never showed up.
You didn't get lame, did you?
‐ Oh, y'know, I just...
I got busy.
Like, y'know, stunts, lots of...
pants and, uh,
but I'm still, I'm still cool!
‐ Ha‐ha, right on.
Hey, we should get Leaf Lyfe
back together.
Go rip this yard up.
‐ Oh, are you serious?
I mean...
Yeah, that'd be sick, I guess.
‐ I'll go first.
‐ Wait, what?
‐ I brought us up here
while you were reminiscing.
‐ Oh. Yeah, I mean, this is
a little extreme to start with, right?
Vibez, wait! What are you‐‐
‐ Huh! Huh‐ha! Whoo! Whoo!
Your turn, Leaf!
‐ Yeah, alright,
let's, let's do this!
I think I remember how this is done.
Whoa! Oh, this is fine. Oh!
Nailed that one. Whoa!
No!
Whoa, bro!
Oh! Uh! Ow, uh!
‐ Oh, that was so rad!
‐ Oh, it was? Uh, yeah. Yeah, it was.
‐ Nice slice.
‐ Uh, yeah, thanks.
I also approve of this slice
in my head.
Leaf? Leaf! Is that you?
‐ Oh, no, why now?
‐ Who you talkin' to, Leafy?
Hey, cool moves, brotherino!
Is that right?
Am I doing it right?
‐ No, man, just like,
no more sticky worm, okay?
‐ Leaf! What happened to your head?
Oh, that looks really bad. Is it painful?
Do you want me to hold
your hand while you cry?
Leafy! Who dat?
‐ Be. Cool!
‐ Hey, stick‐guy, nice moves.
I like your style.
‐ Really?
‐ For sure, dude.
Yo, listen.
I'm Vibez, what's your name?
‐ I'm Twig.
I'm Leaf's brother!
‐ Brother?
Leaf, man, how did I not know
you had a wood‐bro?
Yeah, we're about to go drop
some nasty stunts up on this place!
‐ Caw!
‐ Hello, brother.
Mind if I join the fun?
‐ Ugh, Twig! Go home, Twig!
‐ But I wanna play stunts.
‐ Ugh! You don't play stunts!
Stunts are life, stunts is everything!
I'm stunts!
Uh, yeah. 'Cause there's a lot
you don't know about me.
‐ His real name is Bucky.
‐ Dude!
‐ Bucky?
‐ Yeah, Leaf is just a nickname.
‐ Don't you have somewhere
to be, Twig?
Like, crying in your mud puddle
or something?
Vibez and I
haven't seen each other in forever
so we're gonna go get extreme.
‐ Heh, yeah we are!
Twig, why don't you come with us, my dude?
My dude? Dude, dude...
‐ Well, actually, yes,
I did have some soft, breathy crying
in the mud puddle
scheduled for this afternoon, but...
But?
But!
But I can push it!
‐ Ow!
‐ Let's go!
‐ Twig, please.
Don't do anything to embarrass me.
‐ Me? I would never embarrass
my darling beloved brother.
Come here, you! Muak!
‐ Ugh! Twig!
‐ Aw, yeah!
I'll go first.
Leaf Lyfe!
‐ Nice one, Vibez.
But I think I can do nicer!
Gonna pull one from the archives!
Leaf Lyfe!
Wait, how'd this move go again? Ugh!
‐ Faceplant. Alright, Twig,
let's see what you've got!
‐ Um. Okay.
Leaf!
‐ Twig!
‐ Uh, the sticky worm found me again.
‐ Whoa!
Twig! You are the coolest!
The coolest? Coolest, coolest...
‐ Uh! Ah! What's next?
‐ Vibez and I were gonna‐‐
‐ What are you feeling, Twig‐man?
Jump the fan blades? Squirrel rodeo?
‐ How about we‐‐
‐ Ride the rain gutters?
Sprinkler jumps?
‐ You know what's cool‐‐
‐ Bust into a bee hive?
‐ Bees make honey!
‐ We‐‐
‐ Twig! I didn't know information
could be so cool!
Wow.
‐ Eh?
‐ Uh. No!
Uh!
We're doing The Shredder next! Oop.
‐ The Shredder?
What's The Shredder?
‐ Aw, Twig, it's only the sickest,
gnarliest, most unregulated stunt
in the yard.
‐ Ah, yeah, Leaf Lyfe!
Let's roll, Vibez!
‐ Leaf Lyfe!
- Caw!
‐ Aw, yeah.
- The Shredder.
‐ Whoa. I forgot how massive it is.
Which, which is fine.
‐ Huh. Weird that I've never seen
this thing in the yard
until this very moment.
Uh, this looks kind of dangerous,
you guys.
‐ Beware, stunt seeker.
The Shredder is unforgiving!
And the coolness is very short lived.
‐ What do you mean?
‐ The coolness, man. It's short lived!
‐ Like it's a short, safe stunt.
‐ What? Nah, man!
The thing rips you apart. Look at me!
‐ Why, cause you're in pieces?
‐ You don't have to be rude, man.
You know what? Just forget it.
‐ I'm sorry.
I do want to hear the cryptic warning!
‐ It feels dumb now.
‐ You're doing great!
‐ Just, just be careful, okay?
‐ Oh, okay. I will!
Thank you, have a nice day!
‐ Yeah, you too, man. Oh.
‐ Huh! Whoa.
That's, that's pretty extreme.
‐ Leaf! Don't do this!
‐ I have no choice!
This is the only way to show Vibez
I've reclaimed my coolness.
‐ What are you talking about?
You are the coolest dude I know.
‐ Yeah, well,
that's not saying much, Twig.
‐ Blah, blah, blah.
Let's do this! Uh! Uh! Ah!
Uh! Leaf Ly‐‐
‐ Uh.
Well, let's do this.
‐ Leaf, she can't see you!
She doesn't even have eyes anymore!
‐ Leaf Lyfe! Uh!
Uh! Oh, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Ah!
Ah! Hang on, brother.
‐ Oh, Twig!
Aw, bro, you got me.
‐ Always.
‐ Okay, pull me up now.
‐ Whoa!
Just hold on, I can signal for help!
‐ Huh?
‐ The signal!
‐ Wait, what signal is that?
‐ Uh, it kinda sounds like:
"Pineapple surprise"?
‐ I dunno, it sounds more like:
"Help! The clams are invading!"
‐ Uh! I don't know
how much longer I can hold on!
‐ Give me your other hand!
You have to hang on!
Help is coming!
‐ I should have listened to you, Twig!
I should have known you were
just looking out for me! Oh, no!
I'm slipping!
I am not letting you go.
Oh, oh, oh, dangit!
‐ No!
‐ Woohoo!
‐ Help's comin' in hot!
‐ You guys heard the signal!
Thank you for saving us!
‐ Our pleasure!
‐ Eh, I still wish it was the clams.
‐ We out!
Wow.
‐ Huh?
‐ I can't believe you wimped out
on The Shredder again, Bucky.
Looks like I'll be jammin'
with this rad dude instead.
He gets it.
‐ Sup, y'all!
‐ Peace, nerd! Ha‐ha.
‐ Wha...? Nah. No, Vibez!
Vibez, I'm still cool! Remember the pants?
Remember the pants! Oh!
‐ I remember those pants.
‐ You do?
‐ Oh, yeah.
Although,
they looked very uncomfortable.
‐ Heh. They were.
I'm sorry, Twig,
I guess I was searching
to rekindle my coolness,
but I got something better now.
‐ Did you get jorts?
‐ Yeah.
Check 'em out,
they're pretty sick, right?
But also,
a brother who cares about‐‐
Clams!