01x10 - Snooze Pods/Sticky Vicky

[bunniefuu]

[exciting music]

- ♪ Oh here we go up the tubes ♪

♪ Fighting crime is what we do ♪

♪ A superhero and his sidekick with a plan ♪

- He has a plan!

- ♪ Who's the one behind the mask ♪

♪ Who can move superfast? ♪

♪ It's Kid Danger... ♪ - And look!

- ♪ It's Captain Man ♪

- ♪ So come along ♪ - Come along!

- ♪ It's the adventures of Kid Danger ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This is the song ♪ - This is the song!

- ♪ For the adventures of Kid Danger ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm okay ♪

- Feels good.

[adventurous music]

[dinosaur roars]

♪ ♪

- [humming] - Da-da-da, painting,

painting, painting, pictures.

[elevator dings]

- [grumbling]

- Hey, Henry! We're having a paint party.

- Yeah, we're painting a beav-co*n.

- [clicks tongue] - Wanna join?

- No, I wanna know why Ray snuck into my house last night

and dumped hot ice-cream on me while I was sleeping!

- Wait, Ray, did you really do that?

- Yeah I did. [laughing] It was hilarious.

- Yah, pranks are funny!

Want to see the video?

- Wha--video?

- There is always a video.

- You getting this, Schwoz?

- Yah! Prank away!

- [snoring]

- Delivery! - What? What's going on?

- Yeah! I got your hot ice cream delivery right here!

- [laughing] - What? Huh?

Why is it hot?

- No questions! - [groans] Dah!

[laughter]

- Look at his stupid face.

[both laughing]

- Why? Why did you do that to me?

- 'Cause Kid when you're wide awake at : a.m.,

you get bored. Ya gotta do something.

- Why were you awake at : in the morning?

- 'Cause I don't need to sleep anymore.

- What? - You don't sleep?

- What does that mean?

- Schwoz, show 'em why I don't

need to sleep at night anymore.

- Sure!

This is my newest invention.

The schnooze pod!

- The snooze pod?

- Wait. What do you do in a snooze pod?

- You schnooze!

- Here. - Whee.

- Let me "Captain Man-splain" it to ya.

See, you go inside the snooze pod,

and take a nap for just five minutes

and when you're done, you feel like you've had

a full eight hours of restful sleep.

- Whoa, that's so cool. - Uh, I don't trust that.

- I sleep on my face. - Wait!

I want to tell them the best part!

You see, before you get inside the schnooze pod--

[groans] - You get to choose your dream!

- Wait, for real?

- You can pick anything

you wanna dream about? - Yep.

- [excited murmur] I gotta try the snooze pod.

- Let me just, uh, erase my dream history.

Here we go. - Dah, don't worry about that.

- I've got two more schnooze pods!

[remote beeps]

[whirring]

Now there are four of you, and three schnooze pods...

[remote beeps]

[excited murmuring]

So which three of you want to go inside?

- All right, get out of my way. - I call first!

- Me first!

[doors whooshing]

- We won! - We're in!

- All ready!

- Now, boys, to choose your dream,

tap "Select Dream" and then start swooping

to see your choices!

- This is so cool! - I know how to do it.

- Hmm, dream choices.

Let's see.

Romantic comedy? Gross.

Ooh! Adventure.

That's what I'm about.

- Pfft, this is easy.

Uh, girls and, uh,

pizza! [chuckles]

Heck yeah. Done.

- Okay, I wanna have a dream

where I play the cool dad in a TV show...

All right, series...I'll choose "Drake and Josh."

Episode idea, uh--Ooh! att*cked by flying skunks.

- Super hero! Yes, that's perfect for me.

- Next, super power.

Ooh, booty power looks fun.

- Okay everyone! You've picked your dreams.

Now schnooze!

[hissing]

- [whistles, snores]

[both snoring]

- Starting dreams.

- So what now?

- Now, we get to watch them dream!

Look! That's what Henry is dreaming about, right now!

- Uh, where are the girls?

And the pizza?

[gasps]

Uh, excuse me. Hi.

I'm having a dream about girls and pizza,

but I don't see any pizza, so...

- You mean pizza

like this?

- Oh, my Go--

Oh, my God! [yelps]

[clears throat]

Hey. I'm Henry.

- I'm Sophiaroni.

- [chuckles] Wow.

You are everything I like.

- We should turn this off.

I don't think it's right for us

to be watching someone's personal dreams.

- You want to see Ray's dream?

- Ooh, yeah, turn it on! Hurry!

- [laughs] [remote beeps]

[theme music playing]

♪ ♪

- Hi Drake. Hey Josh.

Your dad's home. [cheers and applause]

- You're not our dad. [audience "ooh"]

- This is my dream. Now call me Dad!

[laughter, applause]

[skunks chattering]

- Holy butt! Flying skunks!

[skunks squealing]

[yelling]

[laughter]

- O-kay. Let's see Jasper's dream.

- Yah, okay. [remote beeps]

- [grunting] - Ooh, look.

Jasper's dreaming about Jeff,

the stupidest criminal in Swellview.

- [grunts]

Now with no glass to stop me,

I can steal all the flowers I want!

- [gasps] A crime in progress!

It's Kid Booty time!

[breathes deeply]

[grunts] Hey, you there!

What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm, uh--I'm committing a crime.

- Well I'm Kid Booty, and you better put those pansies down!

- Yeah? How're you gonna stop me?

- With this...

[ding, inflating]

- Whoa! Dude, your booty just got huge!

- That's right. Now feel its wrath!

[grunts] - [groans] My pansies!

- Wow! Go Kid Booty.

- [groaning] - Yeah, I did it!

I stopped crime! With my butt!

- Okay, Kid Booty!

Get ready 'cause I'm about to blast you

in the face with some wicked nap gas!

- [spitting]Oh, no!

That Jeff guy is going to use gas to make Jasper take a nap!

- Yeah, that's part of his dream.

- But you don't understand!

A person is my schnooze pod doesn't schleep normally!

It makes you go into a really really really really really

really deep deep deep deep,

really deep schleep!

- Whoa, that's deep.

- Really deep! If you go to schleep

while you're dreaming in a schnooze pod

you schleep forever.

- So you're saying if Jeff makes Jasper

go to sleep in his dream,

then Jasper won't ever wake up?

- Yes! I can't make it any more clear.

- W--well then let's stop his dream

and wake him up right now!

- No! - Ah! Oof.

Why was there a rug there?

- You can't interrupt a person's dream

while the person is schleeping in the schnooze pod!

- Why not? - Because

it will make their brain explode!

- Okay, so have you considered the possibility that

[loudly] maybe your snooze pods are a bad idea?

- No, they aren't.

Look, let's see what Ray is doing.

[all screaming]

[laughs] Oh, "Drake and Josh."

- Change it back to Jasper's dream!

- Wait, wait, first, let's check in on Henry's dream.

[remote beeps]

- Hey, so, uh, would you like a slice of pizza?

- Sure, yeah.

Mmm! You're delicious.

- Give me that!

[remote beeps]

- [yelling]

Will you hold still?

- No! I don't want your nap gas!

- Schwoz! How do we help Jasper?

- Well, I don't think there's any--

Dah! - [screams]

- Dream-fusion!

- What is dream-fusion?

- Hang on a second, I'll be right back.

[suspenseful music]

You see, by connecting the schnooze pods with these

I can send Ray and Henry into Jasper's dream!

- Okay, well do it! - Aye!

[device whirring]

Dream....

fusion!

[all moaning]

[electricity crackling]

- [yelling] - Get off! Get off!

- [moaning]

[electricity crackling]

[both scream]

- And now... [remote beeps]

- [moaning]

- You did it!

- Yah, yah, shh. Let's watch.

- Ray? What are you doing in my dream?

- No, what are you doing in my dream?

- Guys, guys, guys! I need your help!

- Aw, man.

- We're in Jasper's dream.

- Jeff's trying to spray me with nap gas!

- Yeah! Ready or not, here I gas!

- Oh, no! What if Jeff nap gasses all of them?

- Ugh, all right, let's go stop Jeff.

- Yeah, so we can get back to our good dreams.

Okay, Captain Man, what's our plan?

- Well, I say we run after Jeff,

catch him, then b*at him up.

- Aw c'mon, dude. This is a dream!

We can be more creative than that.

- Oh, yeah!

Then I say we make our hands

turn into propellers, so we can fly!

- Yeah! [laughs] Ooh!

And let's also each grow an extra arm

out of our belly buttons!

- I love it! Ready?

both: Dream power!

[whirring]

That's nice.

- Now let's stop Jeff.

- [whimpering]

[screaming]

- Wha? What the booty?

- We'll show you what the booty is!

- Uh, wait, what are you gonna--

- [grunting]

[cheering]

- Yeah, he did it!

- C'mon! Stop! Too many fists!

[slurring] Okay, I'm almost out.

One more punch will probably do it.

- Jasper, quick! Get your giant butt into position.

- Okay!

- Go, Kid! You take the last one.

- All right, Jeff.

Feel my mutant fist.

- [groans]

[screaming]

[cheering]

- We did it!

- Hug me, brother!

- You guys did an awesome job! - Hey, hey, hey.

I'm hungry.

- Well, my date's torso is made of pizza!

- Then c'mon, everyone. Let's dig in!

- Okay, here's one for you.

And one for you. - Super weird.

- See, Charlotte? Dreams can come true.

[skunks chattering]

- [screams] The flying skunks!

- Spray me! Spray me!

- All right, kids.

Keep your blindfolds on and stay close.

[kids murmuring] Mm-hmm. Follow my voice.

That's right.

All right--stop! all: Ow!

Now, for today's school field trip,

who can guess where I've brought you kids?

- [gasps] A noodle factory?

- No! And stop thinking about noodles!

- Ow!

- All right, kids.

Whip off your blindfolds.

both: Huh? - What is--

- Swellview Museum of Celebrity Garbage?

- That's right.

Now listen to this guy who works here.

- Hiya kids. I've spent most of my life

sneaking around celebrity trash cans,

rootin' through their garbage.

- Wow. - I'm so jelly.

- Hey wait! Henry.

I thought one of your parents was supposed to be here,

to help chaperone. - Oh, yeah.

My parents had to go to court though,

so I brought my boss instead.

- That's right.

My name is Ray Manchester, adult.

- Hey, you guys!

Who can't wait to see celebrities' junk?

[groans]

- Schwoz? - Why's he here?

- Oh, uh, this is my, uh,

weird nephew,

Schwobbert.

- That's right! I'm Schwobbert.

Teenage boy. Hey.

- Okay kids! Schwobbert.

Follow me this way.

[indistinct chatter]

- Why'd you bring Schwoz? - He wanted to come.

- I know but what if he-- - D--don't worry.

He'll blend right in.

- Hey squads! Don't we hate homework?

Uh, dude, I bet you hate having that pimple.

Gimme five bucks and I'll pop it for you.

[giggles] - Uh.

- Now, who all's heard of the TV show "Full House"?

[excited chatter] - Ooh, ooh, not me!

- Well, right there is a pair

of John Stamos' bicycle shorts.

[amazed chatter] - Ah, bicycle shorts.

- [gasps] No way!

Is that what I think it is? - Oh, yeah.

Now, this is one of our museum's most valuable items--

the red wig that Ariana Grande wore when she played "Cat,"

on the TV show "Victorious."

[enthusiastic chatter]

- Wow, how did you find that?

- Uh, I was just rootin'

through the Nickelodeon dumpster,

and there it was.

- Ooh, ooh! Question!

May we smell the wig?

- Oh, no. No, no.

That wig is worth over $ million,

so don't smell it.

Any other questions?

Now if you'll look over here.

- [sniffs]

Wha--no! No, I'm sorry I sniffed it!

- So what's the next item of celebrity garbage we can see?

- Oh, well follow me and I'll show you

an empty tube of Justin Bieber's lip gloss.

Come on! - No way!

- Move out of the way! I want to see it first!

- Ooh. - I bet he uses a lot!

[cord unwinding] - Hmm.

Enter Sticky Vicky.

[humming]

And now, a little sticky spit.

[blows raspberry]

Next, theft.

[chuckles]

[alarm blares]

[panting]

[elevator dings] - Why'd the alarm go off?

- [gasps] Ariana Grande's red wig! It's gone!

[dramatic music]

- There's been a wig snatching.

What's this? - Looks like some kinda goo

or spit. - Ew.

- That's right.

- Hm. Only one way to find out.

[muffled] Ah, it's stuck.

- What? - [muffled] Help.

My finger stuck to mah tongue.

[both grunting]

- Pull! Pull his tongue as hard as you can!

[both groan]

- Aw, man.

That spit was so sticky.

- But how?

Who would have such sticky sp--

both: [gasp] Sticky Vicky!

- That's me!

[yells]

[all screaming]

[chuckles] - You!

Drop Katy Perry's coconut bra right now!

- Yeah! And hand over that famous wig!

- Why do you two care?

- Uh, 'cause, uh, - Well...

- We're just, uh--you know, we're just concerned citizens.

- Yeah, just normal people.

Normal people who, uh,

hate crime against celebrities.

- 's garbage. Exactly. - So.

- You're stupid!

[yells, grunts]

- Ow! Ow! Ow!

- Hey! Stop hitting him with that tropical bra!

- [slurring] Yeah! Give it to me, right now!

- Sure, but first...

[blows raspberry]

- Oh, no, what is she doing-- - Ew, gross, why are you--

- You asked for it. [grunts]

- Agh!

Can't get it off of me!

[straining]

- Ray, she's escaping!

- [panting] And perch.

[blows raspberry]

- Aw, what is that? - Aw, well what is that?

What is she doing? C'mon. - Oh, gah.

[both groan] - Hah!

Now you're stuck with each other!

[both grunt]

Sorry, boys. Hate to spit and run.

[yells]

[grunting]

[playing discordant notes] - Support the arts?

Support the arts? [groans]

- [panting] - Schwoz!

- Look up, Schwoz! - Up here!

- Oh. - Stop Sticky Vicky!

- Kay, kay!

- Come on! We've gotta unstick ourselves.

[straining, grunting]

[grunting]

Dah! It's no use, kid.

We're stuck together.

Her gluey spit is too strong.

- Then there's only one thing we can do.

- Get some yogurt.

- What? No. - Hm? Oh.

- I know how we can unstick ourselves.

Gumballs! - Right.

[epic orchestral music]

- [grunting]

- Oh, here, let me get that for ya.

- [groans]

- Uh, we're still stuck together.

- Yeah, I know! I can feel your leg hair.

- It's indestructible!

- That doesn't make it better!

- Gah! We got to stop Sticky Vicky!

- Hey! Sticky Vicky!

Stop!

- Okay. - Aye!

- [grunts]

[blows raspberry] - No!

Don't stick me to the bus!

- Next stop, downtown.

- No! I don't want to go downtown!

- She stuck Schwoz to a bus!

- I saw. Let's get her.

- How are we gonna-- - [grunts]

[groaning]

- Well, my day can only get better from here.

[all groan] - There's Sticky Vicky!

- [panting]

- Let's get her! [both straining]

All right, come on.

Do this. Stuck together. - Move your leg.

Sharing pants! - Share the road, jerk!

- You're not gonna catch me!

- Hold it right there, Sticky!

- I'm keeping this wig!

- You sticky witch!

- Stop chasing me!

- Gah, she's so fast! - And sticky!

- Jerks! Oh, spittle--where is it?

- [grunts] - What?

Why are you going back to the museum?

- I forgot my purse!

[blows raspberry]

[grunting]

- Okay, this is really awkward. - Aw, man.

- Can you move your left leg? - This is weird.

- Okay, will you just open the door?

- No! Okay! - Why can't you just listen

to me for one--jeez, man. - Okay!

- It's open! - Good!

- Oh, there's my purse!

[thrilling music]

[elevator dings] [straining]

- Come on. - [grunting]

[both panting]

- Hold it right there, Miss Sticky!

- Uh, Captain Man, I need you to walk forward

a little more please. - Oh, sorry.

- Can you--ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! Walk forward. - You walk forward.

- Walk forward. - That's what I'm trying to do.

- Face it Kid Dummy and Captain Stupid.

[both gasp dramatically] - Wow.

- You idiots are stuck together,

thanks to my spit, and you can't stop me!

- Well, yeah.

Unless we do...stop you.

I'll use this sword that was thrown in the garbage

by the band One Direction.

- And I'll also use one of their garbage swords! Ah-ha!

- Then I'll use...

Ellen Degeneres'es'es fishing pole!

[shouts]

[all shouting]

[grunting]

- Come on! - [grunts]

- Grab that. [groans]

- Okay, your elbow every time you--

when you swing it. - [groans]

- Here, have a taste

of Dwayne Johnson's discarded rock!

[blows raspberry, grunts]

- [screams] - Are you okay?

- No! I got a rock stuck to my head!

- Don't worry! I'll get her.

- Whoa.

- No! - You smashed

Jimmy Fallon's used aquarium!

- You sticky monster!

- Oh, I'll show you sticky.

Have fun with this old tambourine

that LeBron James threw away!

[blows raspberry]

[grunts] [tambourine chiming]

[yells]

The tambourine! [yells]

It's stuck to my tummy! [straining]

- [chuckles]

- [grunting]

- [blows raspberry]

- Oh, no! She stickied my sword!

- Hah! - Wait, I got an idea.

[glass shatters] [cowbell rings]

- Wha--what are you doing

with Chris Pratt's cowbell?

- This! [cowbell rings]

[yells]

[thud] - [moans]

- Yes! All right! - Yeah! Victory!

- Nice bell-work, Kid Danger.

- Hey, thanks for the positive reinforcement.

- [groaning] Oh, oh.

- She's down. - Quick!

We better sit on her,

so she doesn't get away!

- Let's hurry!

- What the--no! Defense mode!

[blows raspberry]

- [sighs] - [groans]

- Well, Sticky Vicky can't hurt anyone anymore.

- [laughs] Yeah, 'cause she's stuck to your butt.

- [groaning] What a predicament.

- Okay, let's drag her off to lady jail.

[both grunting] Come on, kid.

There we go.

Hey, I think we're kinda getting

the hang of this. - Huh?

- I can do this for a few more days.

- What? - Nope, that's--

- This is so uncomfortable.

- Hey, I wonder what happened to Schwoz?

- Hm.

- Oh! Oh, no! Not the bus wash!

[screaming] #PrayForSchwoz.

[screams]

[groaning]

[yells] I'm being polished!

Oh!

[screams]

I don't like this ending!