03x10 - Which Father Knows Best?

[bunniefuu]

Well, Bree, you smashed
your chip so badly,

it's useless, but
I was able to replicate

my brother's original chip,
and like my face,

it's flawless.

Forget the chip. We need
to get this dude a mirror.

Wait, so I'm actually
gonna be bionic again?

- Yeah.
- Yes!

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you!

- Your chip's almost ready.
- [ Bell dings ]

Ooh, snacks are done.

For the last time, this is not a microwave.
It's a chip fabricator.

Hey, call it
whatever you want.

I'm still making
my mini pizzas in here.

Okay, Bree, hop in your capsule
and get ready for your new chip.

You know, big d.,
if this works,

maybe you can make
a chip for me.

Please. Your body
can't handle high fiber cereal.

So? How does it feel?

Like a piece of metal
just got jammed into my neck

and fused to my nervous system.

Whoo! Success!
All right.

Now give it a try,
see how it works.

Okay.

Well, she's still
more useful than chase.

The world's first
bionic superhumans.

They're stronger than us.

Faster,
smarter.

The next generation
of the human race is...

Living in my basement?

You know, technically speaking,
your bionics are working.

[ Distorted deep voice ]
You call this working?!

[ High-pitched voice ] I can't
control my vocal manipulation.

I can't control anything.

I'm so close. It just
needs a few tweaks.

Dude, we're in big trouble
if he can't fix her.

We need her speed
and agility for missions.

Maybe we'll just find
someone to replace her.

We can't just
replace her.

You're right.

Let's just forget about her and move on.
She's dead to me.

What's wrong?

I miss Bree!

No offense, big d.,

but if your brother's the one
who created her original chip,

then maybe we should
just call...

No, forget about it.
I never wanna see

that waste of space again.

But he's our only hope,
and he's not all bad.

He did save us from crane.

Yeah, you know
what else he did?

He blew up the lab, kidnapped
you, and stole all my money.

All I'm hearing is
adventure and excitement.

Look, I do not need
any help from Douglas.

I will fix this.

Give me a little credit.

I happen to be
a tech genius.

Okay.

Let's give it another go.

[ Crashing noises ]

Oh, Mr. Davenport, you are
not good at your job.

Ah, good news, chase.

I found a way to replace
Bree's super speed.

Come on in.

I found her outside
of the supermarket.

She couldn't remember where she
parked, so she's ours now.

You wanna replace Bree...
With an old lady.

More importantly,
you stole an old lady?!

No, it's not stealing

if she thinks
you're her grandson.

No, it's perfect.
She's so old,

no one would ever
suspect she's bionic.

Dude, quiet.

Don't worry,
she can't hear a thing.

Come on, chase,

picture it.

Oh, bionic grandma,
I'm cold.

Toasty.

But now I'm hungry.

Sugar-free with
chunks of carob?

My favorite.

Dude, you're ruining
my fantasy.

Thanks, bionic grandma.

Look, it doesn't
work like that.

You can't just give super
speed to a random person.

But she's my Nana.

There's no substitute
for Bree's speed.

The best we can do is find a
way to get to missions faster.

Fine. I'll take her home.

Hey, Nana, do you remember
where you live,

'cause I have no idea.

Did you try it?

Yes, I tried that.

Maybe...

Maybe you should
stand over there

so that your peanut butter
breath wouldn't distract me,

and I could think!

Ow!

Know what?
I need a break.

That's it, I just
need a break, that's all.

Whoo, break time!
Ha ha ha!

Wow!

I have never
seen him like this.

I have.

Remember last Christmas
when he gained two pounds?

Those fluffy sweaters
weren't fooling anybody.

I'm scared, Leo.

What if he can't
fix my chip?

I had a gift, and then,
I just threw it away.

By destroying that chip,

I destroyed our team.

Excuse me, ma'am, I'm looking
for a guy named Douglas.

Have you seen him? Short,
creepy, porcupine hair?

[ Deep voice ] I wouldn't
call it porcupine hair.

It's really more of
a spiky lion's mane.

Douglas?

You could be anybody
with that cyber mask.

Why would you go with...
That?

Two reasons...
Hides me from crane,

scares the pigeons away.

How'd you find me?

Well, I could make up
an impressive story

about a high-tech satellite
search that narrowed down

your exact coordinates,

but the truth is,
you butt-dialed me.

Look, we need your help.
Bree wrecked her chip.

She what?!

It took me years
to perfect that thing.

Yeah, well, it took her
three seconds to destroy it.

[ Frustrated sigh ]

The bigger problem is,
big d. Can't fix it.

Of course he can't.

I win again.

Oh, I can't wait
to shove his face in this one.

It's not about you
b*ating your brother.

He doesn't even
know I'm here.

But I had
no other choice.

You're the only one
who can help Bree.

I wish I could, Leo,

but I don't even have
a lab anymore.

I'll sneak you into ours
while big d.'S out.

I don't know.

Please...
Dad.

I'm not your dad.

You're everybody
else's dad.

I thought
it might work.

Look, now is not the time
for hurt egos or grudges.

Bree's my sister,

and I have to fix this.

She needs your help.

Okay.

Guess I'll just have to be
the bigger man.

Ta-da!

You're gonna teach me
how to catch a football?

No, I'm trying to fix the Bree
problem, not do the impossible.

[ Woman screams ]

Sorry, Mrs. Rosenblatt.

How is this going to get
us to missions faster?

It launches footballs
at high speeds,

so I figure,
you make it bigger,

do some type-y type-y,

and it will launch us
to our missions. Any questions?

Just one.

Did it sound stupid
when you said it?

Look, I have a better idea.

Mr. Davenport's motorcycle
goes 250 miles per hour.

If I soup it up,
I can make it do 350 easy.

All right, super bike.
I like-y.

All I have to do
is open up...

I don't need to know
how the sausage gets made.

Just call me when
the dog's on the bun.

Big d.'S gonna
be back any minute.

Do something!

I'm sorry,
I couldn't hear ya.

Could you say it
a little louder?!

There.

It's as close to the original
design as I can get.

If your micro chips
are as good as your pita chips,

I think we're
in good shape.

Leo, what is he
doing here?

It's okay.
I brought him.

He's the only one
who can help you.

I don't know about this.

We don't have a choice. Do
you wanna be bionic or not?

[ Bell dings ]

Ah, chip's ready
if you are.

Why does it smell
like pepperoni?

Okay, fine.
But this better work.

Wait. You're not
gonna, like,

turn me evil,
are you?

I already tried.
Didn't take.

Don't worry, Bree.

I think we can trust him.

What bad guy makes
baba ghanoush this good?

Got a really good
feeling about this.

Okay, go ahead.

Test it out.

- [ Laughs ]
- Yes! You did it!

I can't stop!

I thought you knew
what you were doing.

I'm a little rusty, okay?

How did he get in here?

I let him in.

But... before you get mad,

you've got to taste this.

Help me!

I specifically told you
not to contact him.

How could you betray me?

Hey, in my defense,

I'm just a little boy.

Oh, lay off the kid.

He was just
trying to help.

Help her? She's worse off
than she was before.

I was this close
to fixing this.

I saw your chip.
You were not close.

[ Mocking ]
You were not close.

Do something!

Bree, do you mind?

The adults are trying
to have a conversation.

We're never gonna be able
to fix that chip

unless we can get Bree
to stay in one place.

How are we supposed
to stop someone

running at
the speed of sound?

Spike strip?

Sure, why not?

It worked for
wile e. Coyote.

Help!

Maybe we can construct
some sort of giant air bag.

Oh, yeah, 'cause
that's not cartoony at all.

Spike strip... where'd
you get that idea, your hair?

Where'd you get the air
bag idea... your belly?

I'll have you know I lost
that Christmas weight...

Ballistic gel.

What?

The gel that forensics labs
use to test firearms.

That's not a bad idea.

I thought it wasn't
a bad idea before you did.

Spike strip.

Air bag.

Okay, it's set.

Next time she runs
through here,

she'll get stuck in there
like a rat.

Yes!

It worked!

Both: I know.
I'm a genius.

Both:
I'm a genius.

Hey, check it out.
I gave it a boost.

All I had to do
was swap in

a high-volume fuel pump,
mount the exhaust...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sausage. Let's ride.

I don't know why Mr. Davenport
didn't do this sooner.

This bad boy's gonna
hit 400, no problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What are you doing?
- I'm driving.

You're not driving. I souped
up the bike, I'm driving.

Everyone knows
big guy rides in front,

children in the back.

You know,
for their safety.

Look, I'm not just gonna sit there
with my arms wrapped around you.

You wouldn't be able to with
those scrawny little sticks.

There's gotta be a way
for the two of us to ride

that's not
completely embarrassing.

Not working,
not working.

It's not working.
Put me down.

[ Screams ]

Well, this isn't it.

Nope.

Well, it made sense
in my head.

It's a classic
for a reason.

[ Both screaming ]

What happened?

It's out of gas.

It goes 400 miles
per hour,

but apparently only gets


- Now what?
- Already on it.

Myrtle, Adam Davenport.
You're back in the mix.

I said you're
back in the mix.

Stop hitting the buttons.

Can someone please
do something?

Her heart rate's


While I'm not a doctor,
I feel that's unsafe.

This is all your fault.
You overloaded her chip.

My fault?

It was your chip
I was trying to fix,

which was flawed, much
like your original nose.

[ Gasping ]

Get this chip
out of me!

We can't remove your chip
while your bionics are in use,

but we can reprogram it
wirelessly with this.

Hurry. She's red lining.

If you don't do something,
her heart could...

My heart could what?

What's another word
for explode?

I'll enable
a diagnostic app

that will help us isolate
the problem areas in the code.

We don't have time for that.
I'll fix the code.

You fixed enough.
I got it.

Oh, no, what's wrong
with her head?

Stop! We're running
out of time!

Wait. This line of code
hasn't been debugged.

That's why her neural array
keeps re-indexing.

What does that mean?!

Both: I found the problem.

Complex asterisk p
equals null.

Value equals one.

Here goes.

Yes! Her heart rate's
going down.

It's headed for normal.

[ Wearily ]
Yay!

I wish my heart
exploded before I saw that.

Hey, guys, guess what.

I'm back, losers.

You got your speed back.

That's too bad, 'cause
we kinda already moved on.

- Hey, boys.
- Douglas?

What's going on?

He fixed her chip.

Actually, we fixed
her chip.

That's right.

The Davenport boys,
together again.

Yeah, not quite.

Look, I'm grateful
for your help,

and I couldn't have
done it without you,

but I can't forgive you for what
you've done to this family.

You should go.

Oh.

You can't throw your own
brother out on the street.

Why not?
I'd do it to you.

He's tried to hurt us
too many times.

But he's also
saved our lives.

Twice.

Plus, dude can cook.

Speaking of, you've eaten


Pay up.

You heard the man. Out!

Come on, Mr. Davenport,
let the guy stay.

- Give him a chance.
- This isn't fair.

Guys, it's okay.

He's right.

I messed up.

I'll see ya around.

Thank you, Leo.

I mean, if not for you,

none of this would've
ever worked out.

I promise I will never do
anything that stupid ever again.

It's okay.
We all make mistakes.

And everybody deserves
a second chance.

Everybody?

Oh, snap!

Hey, Douglas.

I don't think
that's Douglas.

Yeah, she has
much bigger hands.

Trust me, guys.

This is no lady.

Get off me!

Come on, Douglas.
Ditch the mask.

Where's the button
on this thing?

I'm warning you, kid.

Stop poking me,
or you're gonna meet

the wrong end
of these tongs.

It's okay, Greta.

- They're with me.
- [ Shrieks ]

So that's Douglas.

Uh-huh.

And you're a real lady.

Uh-huh!

Help me!

What are you guys
doing here?

Uh, we... we're going
on a family jog.

Leo gets winded
on the last mile,

so we all have to carry him.
Can't go alone. Bye.

Oh, no, you don't.

Okay, I may have been
a little harsh yesterday.

A little?

Don't push it.
You're sleeping in a bush.

Continue.

I realize that everybody
deserves a second chance.

Even you.

So as soon as
you apologize

for all the things you've
done to hurt our family,

and say that
I'm better than you,

maybe you can come stay
with us for a while.

If you don't want to,
you don't have to.

No, no, it's...

Clear that you need me.

So...

I'm sorry.
And thank you.

Now let's go home.

Okay. I only brought
the motorcycle,

so you're gonna have to
ride on back.

That's okay.
I'll just drive it.

Drive my motorcycle?
I don't think so.

Everybody knows the big
guy rides in front.

I'm not just sitting there
with my arms wrapped around you.

I'm not crazy
about it myself.

I'm not touching
your tummy.

Wow!
So immature.

Yeah. Who acts like that?

Hey, chase,
you want a snack?

- Sure.
- Oh, myrtle.

Whoa! What did you do?

Now that Mr. Davenport
fixed Bree's chip,

I made a copy
and stuck it in myrtle.

She thinks
it's a pacemaker.

You put a chip
in an old lady, and it works?

Mr. Davenport is never
gonna believe this.

Did he really think you were
smart enough to do that?

I'm as shocked as you are.