Victor & Valentino (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Cleaning Day - full transcript
Victor and Valentino gain a newfound respect for cleanliness after Chata's house traps them inside its labyrinth of ancient, magical walls.
Aah!
- -Whoa!
- -Whoa!
- Uh-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.
- Gimme that back.
- Ah, yeah, that's right.
- Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Aah! Hey!
Wake up, mis niños.
It's Cleaning Day!
Ugh, this room smells
like an armpit.
I agree.
- Why does it smell
- like an armpit, Vic?
Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
Isn't that right, Selena?
My beautiful jawbreaker.
Eww!
I don't know what's happening,
but it sounds disgusting.
Here.
Clean up this space.
Do your laundry and... Oh.
What is this?
- Paint?
- It's my wall art.
I call it "Lizards with Swords
and Stuff Like That."
I don't care about lizards!
Art belongs on a canvas,
not my walls!
I want this vandalism gone.
Ay!
- Grandma!
- Grandma!
What did I trip over?
Oh. Ha ha.
Um, it's my classical
jazz rock albums.
I moved them to the hall
- to make room
- for my other antique items.
Well, how am I supposed
to get around
in my own house with your junk
spilling out everywhere?
- If you're going to live here
- for the summer,
You two need to learn to
respect your Grandma's space.
Now clean this room, niños!
I don't have to get rid
of all of these, right?
Aw, man. All these chips
are still good, though.
Like this one.
"Industrial Pig Squeals"?
I hate this band.
Hey, I'm gonna throw this out.
- At least try - and clean up.
Uh, yes, Mom.
- Boom!
- Clean as heck.
That's weird.
Goodbye, "vandalism."
You're so good at cleaning, Vic.
Ah, thanks, Vic.
Whoa!
That's unusual.
A "T-1 Model" typewriter?
With vintage
Calisto italic font?
I can't believe it!
A whole box filled with them?!
- Why would anyone
- throw these out?
Ah, I'll never wash you,
Stainy Crusty.
Now get in there.
Hey, Vic, check out
these typewriters I found.
Uh, shouldn't you be
getting rid of stuff?
- Yeah, - but this is different.
It's a collection of... Wah!
Why is that happening?
- Yeah,
- most likely an earthquake.
But, outside, only
Grandma's house was shaking.
Oh, maybe I should put these
in a better place.
You sure have
a lot of space in there.
Space
for a lot more stuff.
My stuff.
All right,
- you can put your stuff...
- Wait!
Ugh! Erggh!
You can't do it like that.
- Yeah, I can!
- No, Victor!
- At least organize - your side.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Is it just me, or is the house
reacting to our messiness?
- Nah,
- it's definitely just you.
- Aah!
- What?
- Huh?
- Aah!
Vic, I think the house
is mad at us!
- Whoooa!
- Whoooa!
Ha! Yeah! Aah! Well, it was nice
knowing you, Val!
Huh?
I'm alive!
Ow! Ow!
- What the heck - just happened?
Aah!
Where are we?
- Is this - Grandma's basement?
I don't see my wall
of chewed bubble gum,
- so we must be
- somewhere else.
This sounds crazy,
but did Grandma's house
just pull us down here because
we didn't clean our room?
Get real, Val.
- You play
- too many video games.
Whoa!
Look! It's like a door
straight out of a video game!
Let's check it... out.
- Well, based on the weird stuff
- that just transpired,
- It might behoove us
- to clean up
Before going to whatever's
behind that door.
Whoa! You unlocked the door
by cleaning.
- And the vacuum
- is, like, your weapon.
- Hey, I'm gonna need
- a weapon, too, though.
- It'll be dangerous
- to explore without one.
- I'm only giving you this
- because I have a feeling
- We have to clean to get out
- of this weird part of the house
- And back to our room.
- Ha!
Yes! Whoo-hoo!
- Hey!
- Don't leave me alone.
Man, all this cleaning
is draining my life bar.
Yeah, how many more rooms
do we have to clean to get back?
- Probably like infinity
- or something.
- I'm starting to wonder if
- we're ever getting out of here.
Huh? Vic! Help me!
Val?
You look so cool!
- No, this is not cool,
- Victor.
Aah!
Erase these things!
- I can't, man.
- These scribbles are awesome.
I mean, look at that.
Here... let the artiste
do the work.
Vic, don't give me items.
Ahh! Hyaaah!
Uhh!
Vic, Grandma said to get rid
of your wall art.
Just erase it already!
I can't erase
the masterpiece, Val.
Vic...
Aaaahhh!
Ughh...
Where am I?
Val?
Uh! Uh! Hey!
Are these all
my beautifully dirty clothes?
Aah!
You leave me no choice.
It's laundry time.
Come get some!
Vic, no!
Hey, I'm not a scribble anymore.
Victor?
Typewriter fonts?
Whoa!
That was easy. No cleaning up
all these vintage keys?
Well, maybe I can take
a few back to my room.
Ha! Huh!
Aah!
Stainy Crusty...
I remember you.
Hot dog out of bun.
I'll save you.
Mmm...
That was a good summer.
Just a few more
for the collection.
Aaaahhhh!
Oww!
Uhh! Take that,
you laundry scourge!
Val?
Look at all this.
- There's so much - to clean up.
- We're never gonna
- get out of here.
I think Grandma's house
is still mad at us.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Selena!
How are we gonna clean up
all this junk?!
This is impossible!
There you are, Selena.
Ohh-aah!
Hey, what's the deal?
- That big, scary thing
- is made out of our clutter.
Great. Even our junk
is trying to end our lives.
I hate this video game.
- Vic, we keep failing
- at cleaning our junk.
What happens in a game
when you keep failing?
Game over!
- Vic! Somehow we gotta
- clean all this up.
- I get it, Val.
- You're scared.
- Now give me some space
- to think about how to save us
And be the hero.
- Wah!
- You're so sticky, Selena.
- You seem to pick up
- everything you touch.
But I'll take care of you.
Hey, why are you looking
at Selena like that for?
It's working.
- Selena's picking up
- all our clutter.
Keep rolling.
I'll go up
and scope the area.
Aah!
I think we lost him!
Our junk sure is dumb.
What?
Val! Look out!
Aah!
I'm coming!
Waahh!
Waahh!
Waaah!
Ah!
"Industrial Pig Squeals."
Nice.
All right, time to finish
cleaning up this mess.
- Wait!
- Don't jump in front of...
Aah!
Aah!
Waahh! Waahh!
Aah!
What do you want from us?
Grandma won't mind
just one more vintage piece.
Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
We should have cleaned up
when we had the chance.
Hmm.
Follow my lead.
Okay.
Go faster! Faster!
Ready? Now push!
He's stuck.
Now's our chance.
- Hey, I'm not getting rid
- of Selena.
- This all started
- because of our own mess.
- We gotta get rid
- of everything.
- That means
- getting rid of Selena.
Okay.
- -Uh!
- -Uh!
Selena!
Ah, come on!
Oh!
Vintage typewriter key.
We did it?
Okay, time
for cleaning inspection.
Smelling better.
Even the vandalism is gone.
- Yeah, Grandma,
- your house is magic.
- And the basement
- swallowed us up!
- The wall art - came alive!
- And all our stuff
- became a monster,
- And we burned him
- with green fire,
And now everything's clean.
Oh, I see.
- Whatever you have to dream up
- to learn
To respect
your Grandma's space.
I sure am pooped
from almost dying.
Aah! My bad! My bad!
I was just testing you.
- -Whoa!
- -Whoa!
- Uh-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.
- Gimme that back.
- Ah, yeah, that's right.
- Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Aah! Hey!
Wake up, mis niños.
It's Cleaning Day!
Ugh, this room smells
like an armpit.
I agree.
- Why does it smell
- like an armpit, Vic?
Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
Isn't that right, Selena?
My beautiful jawbreaker.
Eww!
I don't know what's happening,
but it sounds disgusting.
Here.
Clean up this space.
Do your laundry and... Oh.
What is this?
- Paint?
- It's my wall art.
I call it "Lizards with Swords
and Stuff Like That."
I don't care about lizards!
Art belongs on a canvas,
not my walls!
I want this vandalism gone.
Ay!
- Grandma!
- Grandma!
What did I trip over?
Oh. Ha ha.
Um, it's my classical
jazz rock albums.
I moved them to the hall
- to make room
- for my other antique items.
Well, how am I supposed
to get around
in my own house with your junk
spilling out everywhere?
- If you're going to live here
- for the summer,
You two need to learn to
respect your Grandma's space.
Now clean this room, niños!
I don't have to get rid
of all of these, right?
Aw, man. All these chips
are still good, though.
Like this one.
"Industrial Pig Squeals"?
I hate this band.
Hey, I'm gonna throw this out.
- At least try - and clean up.
Uh, yes, Mom.
- Boom!
- Clean as heck.
That's weird.
Goodbye, "vandalism."
You're so good at cleaning, Vic.
Ah, thanks, Vic.
Whoa!
That's unusual.
A "T-1 Model" typewriter?
With vintage
Calisto italic font?
I can't believe it!
A whole box filled with them?!
- Why would anyone
- throw these out?
Ah, I'll never wash you,
Stainy Crusty.
Now get in there.
Hey, Vic, check out
these typewriters I found.
Uh, shouldn't you be
getting rid of stuff?
- Yeah, - but this is different.
It's a collection of... Wah!
Why is that happening?
- Yeah,
- most likely an earthquake.
But, outside, only
Grandma's house was shaking.
Oh, maybe I should put these
in a better place.
You sure have
a lot of space in there.
Space
for a lot more stuff.
My stuff.
All right,
- you can put your stuff...
- Wait!
Ugh! Erggh!
You can't do it like that.
- Yeah, I can!
- No, Victor!
- At least organize - your side.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Is it just me, or is the house
reacting to our messiness?
- Nah,
- it's definitely just you.
- Aah!
- What?
- Huh?
- Aah!
Vic, I think the house
is mad at us!
- Whoooa!
- Whoooa!
Ha! Yeah! Aah! Well, it was nice
knowing you, Val!
Huh?
I'm alive!
Ow! Ow!
- What the heck - just happened?
Aah!
Where are we?
- Is this - Grandma's basement?
I don't see my wall
of chewed bubble gum,
- so we must be
- somewhere else.
This sounds crazy,
but did Grandma's house
just pull us down here because
we didn't clean our room?
Get real, Val.
- You play
- too many video games.
Whoa!
Look! It's like a door
straight out of a video game!
Let's check it... out.
- Well, based on the weird stuff
- that just transpired,
- It might behoove us
- to clean up
Before going to whatever's
behind that door.
Whoa! You unlocked the door
by cleaning.
- And the vacuum
- is, like, your weapon.
- Hey, I'm gonna need
- a weapon, too, though.
- It'll be dangerous
- to explore without one.
- I'm only giving you this
- because I have a feeling
- We have to clean to get out
- of this weird part of the house
- And back to our room.
- Ha!
Yes! Whoo-hoo!
- Hey!
- Don't leave me alone.
Man, all this cleaning
is draining my life bar.
Yeah, how many more rooms
do we have to clean to get back?
- Probably like infinity
- or something.
- I'm starting to wonder if
- we're ever getting out of here.
Huh? Vic! Help me!
Val?
You look so cool!
- No, this is not cool,
- Victor.
Aah!
Erase these things!
- I can't, man.
- These scribbles are awesome.
I mean, look at that.
Here... let the artiste
do the work.
Vic, don't give me items.
Ahh! Hyaaah!
Uhh!
Vic, Grandma said to get rid
of your wall art.
Just erase it already!
I can't erase
the masterpiece, Val.
Vic...
Aaaahhh!
Ughh...
Where am I?
Val?
Uh! Uh! Hey!
Are these all
my beautifully dirty clothes?
Aah!
You leave me no choice.
It's laundry time.
Come get some!
Vic, no!
Hey, I'm not a scribble anymore.
Victor?
Typewriter fonts?
Whoa!
That was easy. No cleaning up
all these vintage keys?
Well, maybe I can take
a few back to my room.
Ha! Huh!
Aah!
Stainy Crusty...
I remember you.
Hot dog out of bun.
I'll save you.
Mmm...
That was a good summer.
Just a few more
for the collection.
Aaaahhhh!
Oww!
Uhh! Take that,
you laundry scourge!
Val?
Look at all this.
- There's so much - to clean up.
- We're never gonna
- get out of here.
I think Grandma's house
is still mad at us.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Selena!
How are we gonna clean up
all this junk?!
This is impossible!
There you are, Selena.
Ohh-aah!
Hey, what's the deal?
- That big, scary thing
- is made out of our clutter.
Great. Even our junk
is trying to end our lives.
I hate this video game.
- Vic, we keep failing
- at cleaning our junk.
What happens in a game
when you keep failing?
Game over!
- Vic! Somehow we gotta
- clean all this up.
- I get it, Val.
- You're scared.
- Now give me some space
- to think about how to save us
And be the hero.
- Wah!
- You're so sticky, Selena.
- You seem to pick up
- everything you touch.
But I'll take care of you.
Hey, why are you looking
at Selena like that for?
It's working.
- Selena's picking up
- all our clutter.
Keep rolling.
I'll go up
and scope the area.
Aah!
I think we lost him!
Our junk sure is dumb.
What?
Val! Look out!
Aah!
I'm coming!
Waahh!
Waahh!
Waaah!
Ah!
"Industrial Pig Squeals."
Nice.
All right, time to finish
cleaning up this mess.
- Wait!
- Don't jump in front of...
Aah!
Aah!
Waahh! Waahh!
Aah!
What do you want from us?
Grandma won't mind
just one more vintage piece.
Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
We should have cleaned up
when we had the chance.
Hmm.
Follow my lead.
Okay.
Go faster! Faster!
Ready? Now push!
He's stuck.
Now's our chance.
- Hey, I'm not getting rid
- of Selena.
- This all started
- because of our own mess.
- We gotta get rid
- of everything.
- That means
- getting rid of Selena.
Okay.
- -Uh!
- -Uh!
Selena!
Ah, come on!
Oh!
Vintage typewriter key.
We did it?
Okay, time
for cleaning inspection.
Smelling better.
Even the vandalism is gone.
- Yeah, Grandma,
- your house is magic.
- And the basement
- swallowed us up!
- The wall art - came alive!
- And all our stuff
- became a monster,
- And we burned him
- with green fire,
And now everything's clean.
Oh, I see.
- Whatever you have to dream up
- to learn
To respect
your Grandma's space.
I sure am pooped
from almost dying.
Aah! My bad! My bad!
I was just testing you.