02x29 - Way Back Wendel

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Owen, Harold: (Cheering) Duncan! Duncan!

- (Cheering) Courtney! Courtney!

- (Slurping)

- What did I miss?

- Duncan's going strong,

but you know Courtney, she never backs down.

- (Slurps) Welcome to puddin' town, Duncan.

Population... me.

- (Slurps) Well, pudding town is in pudding Country

and I'm the pudding President!

- (Groan) More slurpin' less chirpin'!

- Yeah, you're kinda ruining the moment.

- (Slurps)

WOOOOOO! Feel the rush!

- Courtney! Courtney!

- Duncan! Duncan!

- Oh no! He's gonna blow!

(Groans, gags)

Both: EWWWW! (Duncan vomits)

- I hope the back lawn likes butterscotch.

- Courtney: one. Duncan: zero.

I'll take on any one at any thing.

So come on, who's gonna be the next loser?

- You're on.

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- OOF! - WOOO-HOOO!

- YES!!! - But you lost, Beth.

- Did I Cody? Did I?

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(Zapping) (Pained cries)

- (Cheering)

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- (Thud) OOF!

Now my bones are on the inside and the outside!

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- Seriously? A "dig the deepest hole" contest?

Have we run out of actual games?

Budgets must be tight.

- Cutbacks. (Sighs)

It's always children's education that suffers.

- Buckle up, Duncan,

'cause I'm kicking it into nd gear.

(Loud clank) Hey, I found something!

- I wonder why it's black and white?

- Who cares! Do you wanna bet it's a UFO

full of aliens that use our brains for soccer balls?

- Ooh. I love soccer! Open it!

(Door hisses)

(Shocked gasps)

- Jeepers creepers, my peepers!

When did the world get so colourful?

- Whoa. Who are you?

- Hold onto your mules, children,

for this will be a shock.

I am Wendel.

(Crickets chirp)

Seriously?... THE Wendel...

The winningest boy of all time?

- So you're good at stuff? - YES!

So much so that I stored myself in this time capsule

in hopes that the future might finally

provide me a worthy challenger!

- If you're looking for competition,

you should try and take on Courtney.

- What? A girl?

Pfft. (Laughs, snorts)

- (Angry groan)

- Don't make me laugh!

- I'm more likely to make you cry.

- Hmm. Well, if your friends say

you're the greatest challenger of your time,

let the game begin, suffragette!

- Oh, bring it on, Poindexter!

(Zapping whoosh)

- So, this test of skill

is who can take the best photograph.

Or are you scared that the camera will capture

your everlasting soul?

- Pa-lease. You go first.

- Now hold perfectly still! (Poof)

(Birds chirp)

- (Gasp) It's blurry.

- Ugh! You moved.

Pfft! Fine. Let's see you do better!

(Click) - BOOM! I win!

- A dog?! Viking?

W-w-what?

How did you...?

Clearly there's a witch hidden in this device!

- Admit it. I won.

- Perhaps you are a worthy of my time.

Ready to take me on?

- Yep. And FYI,

I haven't even started trying yet.

(Zapping whoosh)

Reporter: This just in.

People are panicking that the school

is turning black and white.

Will no one be safe from this old timey charm?

(Zapping whoosh)

This broadcast was brought to you by

Harrison's sarsaparilla flavoured moustache wax.

(Zapping whoosh) - Hey.

- Huh! I wonder if this has anything to do

with the black and white kid we dug up in the yard.

- I doubt it.

- Extra extra, read all about it!

Scientists discover solution to the world losing colour!

- A pence for your trouble, boy!

(Coin clinks)

This is bad!

- (reads) "Scientists believe the world is turning

black and white because someone unearthed

a space time disruption from the past."

- UN-EARTHED?! We unearthed Wendel...

And he's from the past!

- (reads) "The last instance of a space time disruption

being unleashed was in ."

(Gasps) Owen. LOOK!

Both: Chef! CHEF! CHEF! - (Snores, waking grunt)

I wasn't asleep. I need this job!

- We dug up a kid in the yard... - He's from the past

and now everything's turning black and white!

- (Groans)

Now what'd I tell you about digging in the yard?

Do you know how long it took me to clean up

that crude oil spill?

(Oil splatters)

Ahhh! Oof!

(Grumbles) You kids made millions

and didn't give me a dime!

- You're still mad about that?

- But Chef, this is serious! We have to--

- NOPE! You dug it up.

Your problem! - (Owen whimpers)

- Where is that Wendel?

He has a race to lose.

- Courtney, Wendel is turning everything black and white.

- Hm, sounds more like a you problem

than a Courtney problem.

- Whoooaaa! I'm a chimney sweep dude.

Got any chimneys need cleanin'?

(Zapping) (Pained groans)

(Thuds, whimpers)

- And what about this?!

- I think it's very responsible of him to find part-time work.

- This is only going to get worse,

but maybe if you let him win he'll leave

and things'll go back to normal!

- You want me to let him b*at me? HA.

Oh yeah, sure, that sounds like me.

- Racers to the starting line, please!

- Courtney, please, you need to help us!

- UGH. Fine. I'll try to lose.

- Pfft. Nice wheels. HA!

They clearly don't make 'em like they used to.

- I need a flag to start the race!

(Ripping sound)

- How's the weather down there?

- Ugh.

- On your skid marks!

Get set! GO!

(Wheels squeaking)

- HA HA! Eat my tiny back wheel dust!

(Laughs, snorts)

(clanks) OW!

- Woohoo! Still the champ!

- You were supposed to lose!

- I said I'd try.

But how can you lose to that?

(Birds chirp)

(Zapping whoosh)

- I do declare, Madame Courtney you've won again!

- Just lose already! This is getting serious!

- Next up is a live musical performance challenge.

Prepare for defeat!

(Plays an Accordion, drums)

Vaudeville didn't call my act "more invigorating than--

- (Yawns) You done?

- Courtney, you're gonna lose right?

- Oh for sure, I'm not even that good at music.

(Mic feedback squeals)

(Eclectic guitar riff)

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(Laughing) (Slams guitar)

- Courtney has done it again!

- (Groans) - I know.

But winning feels so good!

Sorry.

I'll try harder. I promise!

- You! Girl! Tug of w*r! NOW!

- Oooh. That'll be hard not to win.

One time when the school bus broke down

I pulled it the last miles.

We weren't even late.

(Zapping whoosh)

- Care to give up now or do you prefer to be embarrassed?

- Hey, You gotta lose, Courtney,

we need to get Wendel back in his bunker,

before it's too late!

- Look, tug of w*r requires strength,

which is the role of a man.

- The "role of a man"?

Oh-hoho.

Sorry, Owen, I'm not losing this one.

- But-But-

- (Bell dings) Here ye! Here ye!

Let the tug-eth of w*r-eth match begin-eth!

- Come now, Wendel, you're as strong as an ox!

(Effort grunts)

- Won't be so bad if I win...

will it?

- (Coughing)

I guess breathing soot is my life now. (Cough)

- Please sir I want some more?

- Sure, but those two don't get any

- (sadly) AWW.

- (Effort grunts)

- (Sighs) Oh no...

I... I... lost.

- HOOHOOHOO! YES! YES! YES!

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!

Well, you held your own for a while, Courtney.

But I knew this time period was no match for moi.

- Yup. You definitely are the winner.

There's no b*ating your...

awesomeness.

Wake me when the world can provide a real challenger.

Toot-a-loo!

(Zapping whooshing)

- Whoa!

(Zapping whoosh) - Yeah!

-You saved us!! - OOF! Owen!

- Thanks Courtney.

We know that wasn't easy for you.

- Well... well... at least I b*at

all of you duds! HAHA!

I was all like "woohoo"!

and you guys were all like (mock crying).

- Yup. Everything's back to normal!

- I wonder if Wendel will ever come out again?

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(Door hisses)

- What do you say, silver gent!

Care to match wits on an apple eating competition?

(Robot whirs) - Oh dear.

Whoa-whoa! - (Whirring)

- OOF! (Crying) OW!

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