05x08 - Operation: C.A.K.E.D.-F.I.V.E.

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[ Gasps ]

All right, team.

Kids next door spies have

Learned that the delightful

Children are planning to eat

Their mouth-watering, delicious

- Birthday cake in the heavily - armored privacy of their

Mansion.

- What's worse... They've rigged - up speakers so that every kid in

An 1,100-mile radius will be

Able to hear every lip-smacking,

- Yummy sound they make while - eating it.

But, as always, the kids next

Door are gonna stop them, and

Here's how we're gonna do it.

- We're going to make our own - cake.

But if we already have a

Cake, why don't we just eat it

Ourselves?

This won't be any old cake,

Numbuh 4.

This will be a trojan cake with

Us hiding inside.

Once the delightful children

Take it inside the mansion,

- We'll wait for the real cake to - arrive.

And when it does... Wham!

We'll pop out with a birthday

Surprise those delightful

Deviants will never forget.

Uh, that sounds kind of

Dangerous.

Extremely!

That's why I've planned a little

Side trip to... The alamode.

Man, if I wanted to go on a

Stupid museum trip, I would have

Gone to school.

- Can't we just go and get that - cake now?

But it's good luck to pay

Your respects at the alamode

Before a dangerous mission.

I'm numbuh 50 million b.c....

The chief archaeologist around

Here.

Come, come.

Let me give you a tour.

It was here on this very spot

That the annoyingly cute

Triplets who lived upon the

Hill's mother used to make them

The most delicious birthday cake

In the world that they would

Never share.

But finally after years of

Searching, the kids next door

Were on the verge of obtaining

The recipe for it.

But something went wrong.

A trap was accidentally set off

And 5,000 kids next door

Operatives were frozen solid in

A massive ice-cream expl*si*n!

It took 10 years to thaw

Everyone out, and at that point

They were all technically over



Only one kid was never found...

The one who was sent in to

Retrieve the recipe...

Numbuh 19th century!

So, in his memory, we continue

To search for the recipe.

Numbuh 50 million b.c., Come

Quick!

What?! What is it?!

[ Children chatting excitedly ]

It's a miracle!

What? What's going on?

We found numbuh 19th century!

[ Chatting continues ]

[ Laughing ] hey.

Cease that.

That tickles.

[ Coughing ]

The recipe... Do you have

It?!

I-i'm sorry, kind sir, but I

Don't recall much of anything.

Brain-freeze amnesia.

Wait!

I remember... The alamode!

Stations of battle, fellows!

Let's have at those annoyingly

Cute triplets from upon the

Hill!

Um, I'm afraid there are no

Triplets anymore,

Numbuh 19th century.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell

You this, but your world is

Gone.

When... When did this happen?

You were frozen in an

expl*si*n...

Not that!

When did they let girls into the

Kids next door?

Where is he?!

Move it! Out of my way!

By order of kids next door

Global command, this boy is

Scheduled for immediate

Decommissioning!

What?!

He might know the cake recipe!

Does it look like I care?!

This guy is like 48 kamillion

Years old!

Now, see here, missy.

If you won't do something useful

For us boys, why don't you go

Whip us up some figgy pudding?

I'm famished.

- And while you're at it, my - britches could use a good

Laundering.

- And don't you think that... - [ Clank! ]

Out of my way!

No!

The only link to the moistest,

Yummiest cake in the universe

Gone!

- [ Crying ] - don't worry.

We'll bring you back a slice of

The delightful children's cake

Right after we pry it out of

Their spoiled, little hands.

My, my.

Times certainly have changed

Since I've been gone.

Flying machines in outer space

And girls in the kids next door.

- [ Spits ] - the next thing you know, they'll

Let them vote.

For your information,

Mr. Puffy sleeves, girls

Practically run the kids next

Door.

Our leader is a girl, and our



States are girls!



Amazing, indeed.

- [ Beeping ] - what the...

We shouldn't be at the moon yet.

Wait. That's no moon!

[ Scuffling, shouting ]

Stop it!

[ Shouting continues ]

Knock it off, you guys!

All we have to do is wait for

The delightful dopes to take the

Bait.

- [ Knocking ] - together: freeze!

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

- I have urgent news from - moon base.

Numbuhs 86 and 19th century have

Disappeared, and numbuh 362 has

Ordered a code "pants on fire."

Code "pants on fire"?!

Mount up, team.

We're going upstairs.

But what about the delightful

Children's cake?

You're right, numbuh 4.

We only get one sh*t at this

Five times a year.

You stay here, and when the cake

Arrives, send out an alert, and

We'll launch a 2-pronged

att*ck... You from the inside

And us from the outside.

Let's move out, team!

- Everybody, get ready and to our - stations.

We're going to the moon base,

People.

[ Chuckles ]

Cakey cake.

[ Laughs ]

Pardonne-moi, father, but

These filthy kids were aboard

The ship that was found

Approaching us.

So, the kids next door

Thought they could get their

Snot-encrusted hands on my

Delightful children's cake by

Sending a couple of girls.

My good man, are you

Insinuating that I am a sissy

Girl like her?

[ Scuffling ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Silence!

You kids next door may have

Foiled my delicious cake-making

Plans before, but this time,

You're too late.

Hah!

The kids next door will find

Your cake wherever on earth you

Have hidden it.

Ohh!

[ Rumbling ]

The cake isn't anywhere on

Earth.

You're standing on it.

Only in the cold of space could

I construct the largest

Ice-cream cake ever for my

Delightful children.

Cake and ice cream together?

That's not possible.

Insanity.

This kid doesn't get out

Much, does he?

He's from the 19th century.

Get out of here.

No. Really.

He's, like, never seen cars and

Stuff.

Go on. Ask him something.

Say, 19th-century kid, you

Want to watch a cartoon on the

Television?

What is a cartoon, and what

Is this thing you call

Television?

[ Both laughing ]

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?!

No one except my delightful

Children is allowed to eat this

Cake!

Father, stop that!

This cake is not a flambé!

You will ruin my creation!

All right! All right!

I'll take care of these kids the

Old-fashioned way.

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

Hey! Let go of me!

[ Slurps ]

You know, this cake is almost as

Good as the one that the

Annoyingly cute triplets from

- Upon the hill's mother used to - make.

What do you know of my

Great-grandmother's long-lost

Recipe?

Lost?

Why, I can recite the

Ingredients by heart.

Tell it to me!

Mmm. Uhh.

Hmm.

Chef pierre, let the test

Commence.

Oh, at once, father.

[ Beeping ]

[ Gasps ]

The kids next door's orbital

Ice-cream storage facility.

That's right.

And unless you want to see all

That delicious ice cream gone

Forever, I suggest your friend

Here tells me that recipe.

I'm afraid I cannot do that.

Very well!

You may fire when ready.

Ahhh!

You monster!

All that ice cream gone!

Yes.

And soon I'll destroy all the

Ice cream on earth so that when

My delightful children enjoy

This cake, they'll be eating the

Last ice cream in the

Universe!

Unless you give me that recipe.

[ Grunts ]

Aaah!

Take them away!

[ Groaning ]

Numbuh 5, are you okay?

Oh. Something just happened.

It's as if millions of gallons

Of ice cream just disappeared.

Numbuh 362, the ice-cream

Storage facility... It's been

Destroyed.

Get me a visual now!

So, that's father's latest

Cake.

We've got to send a fleet to

Take it down now!

Negative, numbuh 60.

Numbuh 86 and 19th century must

Be aboard that thing.

- Take out the cake, and we take - them out.

Then my team and I will go in

Alone.

We'll rescue our comrades and

Bring that cake down from the

Inside.

- But how are you gonna get - inside that thing without anyone

Noticing?

Oh! Oh! Oh!

I have an idea!

Great idea, numbuh 3.

Getting ice cream should help us

Save the others real quickly.

One mint-chocolate sugar pop,

Please.

I told you, kid, we only sell

Ice cream to responsible adults,

So b*at it!

Then I'll have one of those!

One of what?

What are you doing?

[ Chuckles ]

Sorry.

Hello. Try this.

Pkhh!

No one likes sherbet.

It's just like fruit and ice.

And we wouldn't be here if

Wasn't for you, fancy pants.

Why didn't you tell me you knew

The recipe for the greatest cake

Ever?!

But I don't.

Then why did you tell father

You did?!

I had no choice, as there was

A rather fetching lady in

Danger.

What lady?!

Who was in danger?!

You mean me?

Well, back in my day, I was

Renowned for my chivalrous

Assistance to the ladies.

I was quite the dandy operative,

You know.

[ Giggling ]

Well, you're not so bad now,

Either.

Well, of course, with all the

Girls in the kids next door

Nowadays, the talent pool must

Be quite diminished.

Uhh!

[ Thud ]

Uh, hi, really big cake.

Permission to dock.

What are you... Some stupid

Kid who wants to ask to go to

The bathroom?

No, no.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

No, not me. Not a kid.

Just land wherever.

Uh, roger that.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

All right, numbuh 2, tap into

This cake's computer and find

Out where numbuhs 86 and



- Numbuhs 3 and 5 will break them - out.

But what about you, numbuh 1?

Me?

I'm going to go give my

Compliments to the chef.

So hungry.

Oh, when's that stupid cake

Going to get here?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Huh?

Uh, we found this girl trying

To eat some icing on tier 237.

Yes.

- So if you could just tell us - where our friends are so we

- Could break them out, that would - be great.

Ow!

What?

Aren't you a little short to

Be an ice-cream man?

Oh, come on.

I'm taller than that guy.

Who? Steve?

Aw, get out of h...

Thank you.

I've had the worst crick in my

Neck for the last...

Try this next time!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

I'll find the guys.

You keep an eye on that door.

[ Frequency modulating ]

Hello?

What's going on down there?

Is there a prison break?

Uh, n-no.

No prison break here.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

We just, um, uh, we're having a

Party.

You should come down and bring

All your friends.

Whoa. A party.

We'll be right down.

Pardonne-moi, father, but the

Candles are ready.

We may commence with destroying

All the ice cream on earth

Whenever you are ready.

[ Pop! ]

Excellent.

First, let's destroy all the ice

Cream in texas just for fun.

And bring that little fancy

Pants with the bad haircut here.

I want him to see this.

Oui, oui, monsieur.

[ Laughing evilly ]

Hey!

They're having a party down on

Cellblock!

Yay!

Hey!

I didn't give permission for a

Party.

What, no one invites me?

I may be evil, but that doesn't

Mean I don't like to party down

Once in a while.

[ Panting ] 57. 58.

Here.

Easy, guys. It's me.

[ Gasps ]

[ Laughs ]

Fanny and fancy pants sitting in

The tree.

Uhh!

Well, it's about time you

Showed up!

Let's get out of here!

We got to move fast.

- Numbuh 2's got a ship in docking - bay.

Careful, my lady.

You might hurt yourself playing

With weapons.

Allow me...

Allow me to kick you in

The...

But it has to be there.

Check the list again.

Nope. Sorry.

This is a private party, and

There's no "chef pierre" on my

List.

Hey!

The prisoners are escaping!

Get 'em!

Come in, numbuh 2.

We need a way out of here now!

On it.

I'm checking blueprints now.

Found it.

- It looks like you guys are - directly above me.

- Stop where you are and lick the - floor.

Doesn't that seem a

Trifle unhygeist?

Shut up and lick!

[ Grunts ]

There. That's the last one.

Say goodbye to your spongy,

Delicious nightmare, father.

I'm out of here.

Leaving so soon, mr. Uno?

Why, you're just in time to

Witness the destruction of every

Drop of ice cream on earth.

Not if the kids next door

Stop you first.

[ Slurps ]

Ah.

How dare you!

That cake is not for you to...

What the...

Don't get so hot under the

Collar, testy.

There's more than one way to

Deal with you, mr. Uno.

Shall we begin?

Come in, numbuh 5.

Where are you guys?

[ Thudding ]

You couldn't find us a better

Way to get here?!

[ Thud ]

[ Shrieking ]

Aah!

Is numbuh 1 back yet?

No, and I can't find him on

Any of the scanners.

Wait. He's coming this way.

[ Grunting ]

Feeling tired, boy?

We got to help numbuh 1.

Come on!

Aah!

Change of plans!

Back to the ship! Hurry!

Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

You, too, numbuh 19th century!

Numbuh 19th century?

[ Grunting ]

[ Groans ]

Relax, mr. Uno.

It looks like you've been

Burning the candle at both ends!

Pardon me, good sir.

Might I borrow a spare candle?

It would go ever so well with my

Slice of cake.

What do you think you're

Doing?!

Spit that out this instant!

[ Munching ]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did you say some...

Uhh!

I have had enough of you,

Boy, even if you did know

Gram-gram's secret recip... Huh?

[ Groans, gasps ]

The recipe.

I remember now.

I had just passed it to my chest

When the ice cream froze us in

Its icy-cold expl*si*n.

I've had it all this time!

And now it's all mine.

I'll make a cake so yummy it'll

Make this cake look like a giant

Doo-doo pie!

Oh, let's see.

The ingredients are one fudgy

Marshmallow truffle... Huh?

No!

The recipe is smudgifying.

Please! No!

No.

[ Screams ]

Good news, captain.

The inscription is finished and

Ahead of schedule.

Excellent.

Wait!

"Children" isn't spelled with

Two l's!

[ Both scream ]

Huh?

What's going on?

You did this.

You ruined everything.

Well, I'll make sure you don't

Ruin anything ever again!

Uhh!

Get back here, you two!

Come on! Come on!

Let's go!

[ Rumbling ]

Hang on, everybody!

We've got a pickup to make!

Come on!

[ Both panting ]

Uhh!

No!

Got it!

Awfully forward for a lady to

Touch a young man's hand, you

Know?

Put a sock in it before I

Decide to drop you!

Would you two knock it off?

Punch it, numbuh 2!

Together: [ monotone ]

Finally it's our birthday, and

Father's cake will have arrived.

What?!

That mangy thing is father's

Surprise?!

Yahhhhh!

All right, delightful dopes!

Give me the cake before I starve

To death!

I want...

Oh.

Thank you!

- [ All scream ] - I must admit, I hated you at

First.

But now, even with all your

Stupid girl-trashing talk, i-i

Love you.

Enough not to decommission

Me?

Yeah, right.

Start the presses! Yeah!

No!

Please, no!

[ Groans ]

Out of my way!

The recipe... Please tell me you

Remember the recipe!

I-i don't recall anything.

Not even the alamode?

The alamode?

The... The alamode!

What's the alamode?

[ Crying ] no!

[ Shouting ]

Father, this is the worst

Birthday ever!

Look at this mess.

And that filthy wallabee beetles

Is eating our cake.

Of all the nerve.

[ Groans ]

Too much cake.

[ Groans ]

Too much cake.

Cake!

[ Munching ]

Ca-a-a-ke!