01x19 - Rat Busters
Posted: 07/13/22 12:40
-Okay. Now, to dance like
a robot is actually very easy.
-To be clear, I didn't ask
to dance like a robot.
I asked to become
a dancing robot.
-Just show us what to do.
-Great!
Let's try it with music.
[ice cream truck music plays]
-Hmm, strange choice
of music,
but I'm into it.
-This isn't my music.
-Trash!
Fresh trash!
-Hey, it's my friend,
Briles, from the dump.
-Hey, Munch-man.
Nice robot dancing.
-Thank you, Briles!
You always say
the sweetest things.
-I thought I heard
the dump cart man.
-Fisher, got lots
of good stuff for ya.
-Briles brought me
some equipment from the dump.
I'm trying to build
an air cannon powerful enough
to blow leaves off trees
before they fall.
-Take that, nature!
-And it gets me out
of the dump,
which is a nice distraction,
especially since Pidgey left.
-[sighs]
I guess I'll ask.
Who's Pidgey?
-Oh, she was my pet pigeon.
Until she flew away!
[sobbing]
-Hey, Briles.
Look at me.
I would never fly away
from you, buddy.
I will stay right here by
your side until the very end--
[phone chimes]
Oh, my phone!
-Hey, it's a KidDING
from a restaurant.
But the name is just
a bunch of letters.
F-N-C-E-E?
-I think it's pronounced
"fancy."
-[gasps]
both: Ooh!
-Sounds fancy.
-Oh, it is!
I know.
I get their trash,
and it is, mwah.
Ugh!
I should never have
kissed that hand.
I haven't washed it
since I left the dump.
-But, yeah,
I've heard of FNCEE.
The waiters make salad
right next to your table.
Here, let me show you.
I have it bookmarked.
-[dryly]
Voilà.
-Ah, my dream is to get a sh*t
at making the ultimate
tableside salad.
-Well, I thought your dream
was to become a dancing robot.
-[robotically]
I can have two dreams.
-Well, let's get down
to FNCEE.
We'll leave you guys
to your trash.
-Pardon, but FNCEE is closed.
Ah!
Perhaps you're looking
for Sloppy Burger.
It is down the street.
Enjoy the toys with your meals.
-No, we're here
for the KidDING.
-But to be clear, we do
like toys with our meals.
-Ah, yes. I'm Lyonne,
the maître d'.
-So, is this where I'll stand
when I'm the hostess?
-No, no, no, no, no.
No!
You misunderstand.
You are not going to be seen
by our customers.
-Oh, so we're gonna be
working in the kitchen,
like, as chefs?
-No. No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
You are here to fix our problem
with a...
[whispers]
rat.
-[loudly]
A rat?
-Shh!
-But we're not exterminators.
-Exactly. I cannot hire
real exterminators.
The mayor is having
her birthday dinner here
in five hours.
If word got out about the rat,
we'd be ruined,
and no one would pay $
for our scallops.
-I see. Would you please
give us a moment?
-Of course.
-Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I am not going anywhere
near that rat!
They try to eat you.
-No, I have a feeling
that Kevin is different.
-Who's Kevin?
-That's what
I just named the rat.
I name every animal
I ever think about.
Watch.
I'll think of a hippo.
Charles.
-Whoa.
That is the perfect name
for a hippo!
-I know.
Okay, now we have
to catch Kevin
so we can find him a new home.
-It'll be an adventure.
Like a safari, only with rats.
A rat-fari!
-Well, you two have fun.
I'll be at Sloppy Burger, where
the rats stay in the kitchen.
-Oh, come on!
Think of scared little Kevin.
He needs our help.
[squeakily]
"Help me, Presley!"
-Okay, fine.
But I'm not touching it.
Or looking at it.
Or thinking about it.
Ugh! I just thought about it!
-So, you're going
to catch the rat?
-Yep.
-Good.
These are kitchen tools
for the rat k*lling.
Take your pick.
I prefer the stabby thing.
-Hey!
-Ow!
-We are not stabbing anything.
We are going to safely remove
and re-home him.
This will be perfect
to catch him.
-This will be perfect
to catch him across the head.
Gently across the head.
-Whoa.
I feel like Thor.
[raspingly]
Follow me.
A rat-fari awaits!
Look! There it is!
-The rat?
-No, that's where waiters make
salad right next to your table!
-Focus.
We need to find Kevin.
-Let's do it.
I'll be right behind you...
using you as a shield.
[rat squeaks]
-Guys, look!
He's behind the drapes!
-Okay. I have a plan.
On three, we get it.
One, two, three. Go!
Where'd he go?
-Okay, Presley,
do you see him?
-No, I think we scared it off.
Why are you looking at me
like that?
-[slowly]
No reason.
I just want you to remain calm.
-When you talk to me
like that,
it makes me think
something is wrong.
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-We just want to talk.
-And capture the rat
on your shoulder.
-[screams]
-Oh, there he goes!
[rat squeaks]
-Uh, guys?
Why'd he stop?
And why is he staring at us?
-Don't worry.
He's more scared of us
than we are of him.
[rat squeaks]
-He wants to eat us!
Run!
[all scream]
-♪ I got, you got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds
when we're side-by-side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ Oh, we're taking off,
gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up
in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me,
we got this ♪
-I can still feel
the rat crawling on me.
-Oh, come on.
It's just a cute little animal.
Did you see his beady little
eyes and his yellow teeth?
-It tried to eat me
like I was a $ -scallop!
-Guys, we gotta go back.
It's still our job to catch it.
And there's only three hours
until the mayor's
birthday party starts.
-Okay, but kitchen utensils
are not going
to catch that sneaky rat.
I'm calling backup.
Fisher!
-No!
-Fisher!
-'Sup, Lex?
-Fisher, we need your help.
-To k*ll a rat.
-To catch a rat
without hurting it.
-Wink, wink.
-No winks.
-Actually, the air cannons
I've been working on
might be perfect for this.
-I think this is
a great plan.
Wink, wink.
-I'm not sure you understand
how winking works.
-Oh, don't I?
Wink.
No, I really don't.
Can someone explain?
-Hey, thanks again
for bringing those jumpsuits
from the dump.
-Oh, in the biz,
we call them dumpsuits.
And I'm happy to.
I know what it's like
getting bit by rats.
Better than opossums,
worse that raccoons.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
-Yeah!
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Now that's an entrance!
-See? Told you
the smoke machine was worth it.
-Okay, now you can use
those high-powered
portable air cannons
to herd the rat into this.
It's a trap that
will safely suck the rat in.
-Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Can we go back
to the high-powered
air cannons, please?
-Right. There's something
you should know.
Your packs are set
to level two.
Turning them any higher
would blow air
at the same velocity
as a hurricane.
-Why would you add a setting
that's too powerful to use?
-I'm a scientist,
but I'm still a kid.
Okay, everyone.
Power up your rat packs.
[rat-packs whirring]
-[imitates whirring]
Just wanted to feel like
I was a part of things.
-Okay. See if you can get
this fake rat from here,
over to the trap.
[rat-packs whooshing]
I'll open the trap.
[rat trap dings]
When you see the light
turn green,
that means you've
trapped the rat inside.
-Garbage and science
working together.
Whoo!
-Uh, hey, uh,
ever since Pidgey left,
I've been looking
at getting a new pet.
Maybe I could bring that
little rat you catch home
to live at the dump?
-Well, I do have
an extensive screening process
on animal owners.
-What if I interview Briles
for you?
I know exactly
what you're looking for.
I've read
your animal adoption blog.
All pages, twice.
-Huh, I never thought
your obsession with me
would be helpful.
Interview away.
both: Yes!
-Boy, you just never know
the days
that are gonna
change your life forever.
[Ray Parker Jr.'s
"Ghostbusters" playing]
♪ ♪
-We're back.
Empty?
Well, that was a waste
of an entrance.
-Where have you been?
I hired you to catch the rat
and the mayor's birthday starts
in two hours.
-[gasps]
That's only two hours from now!
-So get in and catch the rat.
-With this baby,
we have plenty of time!
[rat-pack whooshing]
Sorry!
-[bitterly]
You fill me with confidence.
Now go!
-Okay.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Mm. Mm-hmm.
Very impressive résumé.
-Oh! Thank you.
I found it last week
in the trash.
-Very resourceful...
and gross.
Using this stuffed rat,
show me how you'd tuck him in
at night.
-[clears throat]
♪ Rock-a-bye, Kevin ♪
♪ In the trash dump ♪
♪ I hope in your dreams ♪
♪ You run, play, and jump ♪
-Wow, you're really good
at this--
-[softly]
Shh! He's sleeping.
-Okay, let's focus
and safely catch Kevin.
We just need to catch him away
from anything breakable, and--
oh, my gosh, is that
a chocolate fountain?
There is nothing better
than coating your food
with chocolate from a fountain.
-You obviously have not seen
salad being made tableside.
-[screams]
Rat!
[rat-pack whooshes,
tableware shatters]
-That wasn't a rat.
That was a napkin!
-But I got it pretty good,
right?
-Yes, but we have
to be careful
so we don't mess this place up.
-There he is!
Let's blast him.
-No! Hey, we can't.
He's right next
to the chocolate fountain.
-Then what are we gonna do?
-Munchy, you brought cheese
to lure the rat?
That's brilliant!
-No, I found it in the pocket
of this suit from the dump.
-Ooh! Wait, give me that!
Come follow this cheese away
from the chocolate fountain.
-So I can blast you,
you vicious monster.
-Presley, it worked!
-Eat air, rat!
[rat-packs whoosh]
-It went under the table!
-Okay.
Keep him pinned down,
and I'll slide in the trap!
-Okay.
[rat-packs whooshing]
[rat trap thuds, dings]
-[gasps]
The light is green!
That means Kevin's in there.
-And we didn't even
break anything!
-Okay, let's tell Lyonne
we caught her rat.
-But first, a celebration.
Who wants sparkling cider?
-Munchy, no!
-Not from the bottom!
-Oh, did you guys
want some too?
-No.
-Hey!
-Done!
[stopwatch beeps]
-Impressive time!
-That's the first time
I've put a diaper on a rat!
-We got him!
-Well, you'll be happy to hear
that Briles is the perfect
candidate to adopt Kevin.
-Great! You can
bring him home right now.
-Yes! I'm so glad
I brought my rat car seat.
-Say hello
to your new best friend.
-That's not a rat.
It's a napkin.
-I'm not opposed
to a pet napkin,
but I had my heart set
on a rat.
-That sneaky rat
must have tricked us
into capturing a napkin.
-Do you know what this means?
-[gasps]
The restaurant is gonna be
one napkin short for dinner!
-And Kevin is still
on the loose!
-Oh, that is more important.
-And the mayor's birthday
is going to start in--
minutes ago.
-Okay, let's get back to that
restaurant and rescue Kevin.
-So, what do you guys want
to do while they're gone?
-Presley!
-Presley, come on.
-Noo! Don't make me!
-No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
You caught the rat.
I paid you.
You are never to return
to FNCEE.
-Listen, Lyonne.
And you're gonna laugh
when you hear this.
-We thought we caught
Kevin the rat,
but we really caught
one of your napkins.
-What?
-And here's the funny part:
the rat is still somewhere
in your restaurant.
Isn't that funny?
[forced laughter]
-This is what I get
for hiring buffoons.
The mayor is already inside
with her party.
-Don't worry.
We're going to,
how you say, catch le rat.
-Not dressed like that,
you're not.
You look like exterminators.
-I see what you're saying.
We'll dress up all the waiters
to look like exterminators.
That way, we blend in.
-Or we dress you up
to look like the waiters.
-Ah.
-That makes more sense.
[elegant piano music]
♪ ♪
-There's Mayor Gildersleeve.
I recognize her from that
one time I watched the news.
-Okay. Let's go find Kevin.
-Okay.
-Enjoy your meal.
Enjoy your meal.
-Excuse me, waiter.
I would like you to make me
a tableside salad.
-Oh, my gosh!
It's happening!
[clears throat] I mean,
right away, mademoiselle.
Voilà!
-This looks amazing!
Mmm! And it tastes even better!
[clinks glass]
As mayor and birthday girl,
I demand everyone
try this salad!
[crowd murmurs]
-Oh, my gosh.
Do you see that?
-I know! Munchy is incredible
at making salads!
He turned that radish
into a flower.
-No!
Over there.
It's Kevin the rat.
-[whimpers]
I see him!
-But how are we supposed
to catch him
with everybody watching?
-Voilà!
-That's it!
I'll signal to Munchy to get
everyone into the lobby.
Munchy!
-There is no way Munchy's
gonna know what that means.
-Anyone who wants a salad,
please follow me to the lobby!
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
-This is why I should never
underestimate Munchy.
-What can I say?
I know how the dude thinks.
Okay, let's get ourselves
a rat.
-Okay.
-What is happening?
-I'm making salads
in the lobby.
-This is not a lobby.
It's a foyer.
-Then I'm making salads
in the foyer.
-Salad in the lobby?
What a birthday I'm having!
-Anything for the mayor.
[both laugh]
-Okay.
Time to crank our rat-packs up
to level three.
-What? No. Hey!
Fisher said anything higher
than a level two would
blast out air like a hurricane.
-Do you want to catch this rat
or not?
-[sighs]
You're right.
Kevin needs us.
Kevin.
Come here, buddy.
-Kevin, Presley's coming
for ya.
There!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[chocolate fountain clatters]
[both gasp]
-My beautiful
chocolate fountain!
-Over there!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[cake splatters]
-He got away!
Where is he?
-There's no way to tell!
Just blast and scream!
[both screaming]
[rat-packs whooshing]
[bang, clatters]
-What was that?
-That's the sound
of me creating salad art!
[bang, glass shatters]
Uh, I have an idea.
Let's have everybody
chant "salad" again.
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
Salad! Salad!
-Presley, don't move.
He's on the table.
-Let's blast him!
-No, don't!
He's next
to the sparkling cider tower.
It's the only thing
we haven't destroyed.
-Okay. Then bring your trap
over here!
-I'm scared if I move,
he'll run away again.
Just grab him.
-With what?
-Your hands!
-No! No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
-You can do this.
I believe in you.
Just pretend it's not a rat.
It's a tiny, fuzzy puppy.
-Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
It does not feel like
a tiny, fuzzy puppy!
-Here. The trap.
[rat trap dings]
Rat, secured!
-What have you done?
You have destroyed
my beautiful restaurant!
-No.
The tower of glasses
is still standing.
-Yeah, see?
Good as new!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[screams]
-You three kids are
in so much trouble.
I am calling the authorities.
-I don't think so.
This young man just made me
the best salad of my life.
I hereby give him
and his two friends
a mayoral pardon.
-Yeah!
-Now let's go
to Sloppy Burger!
-Yeah!
-Salad kid,
you wanna roll with us?
-Salad kid is in!
-Okay, Briles, are you ready
to meet Kevin?
-Never more ready
for anything in my life!
-What?
It's empty.
Kevin must have escaped!
Find him!
Okay. Forget it, Presley.
He's gone.
-That's okay.
I think I'm finally over
my fear of rats.
Wherever Kevin is,
I hope he's happy.
-Well, the good news is,
he's happy.
-What?
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-Oh, no!
Not again!
Why do rats love my shoulder?
Okay. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
[screams]
a robot is actually very easy.
-To be clear, I didn't ask
to dance like a robot.
I asked to become
a dancing robot.
-Just show us what to do.
-Great!
Let's try it with music.
[ice cream truck music plays]
-Hmm, strange choice
of music,
but I'm into it.
-This isn't my music.
-Trash!
Fresh trash!
-Hey, it's my friend,
Briles, from the dump.
-Hey, Munch-man.
Nice robot dancing.
-Thank you, Briles!
You always say
the sweetest things.
-I thought I heard
the dump cart man.
-Fisher, got lots
of good stuff for ya.
-Briles brought me
some equipment from the dump.
I'm trying to build
an air cannon powerful enough
to blow leaves off trees
before they fall.
-Take that, nature!
-And it gets me out
of the dump,
which is a nice distraction,
especially since Pidgey left.
-[sighs]
I guess I'll ask.
Who's Pidgey?
-Oh, she was my pet pigeon.
Until she flew away!
[sobbing]
-Hey, Briles.
Look at me.
I would never fly away
from you, buddy.
I will stay right here by
your side until the very end--
[phone chimes]
Oh, my phone!
-Hey, it's a KidDING
from a restaurant.
But the name is just
a bunch of letters.
F-N-C-E-E?
-I think it's pronounced
"fancy."
-[gasps]
both: Ooh!
-Sounds fancy.
-Oh, it is!
I know.
I get their trash,
and it is, mwah.
Ugh!
I should never have
kissed that hand.
I haven't washed it
since I left the dump.
-But, yeah,
I've heard of FNCEE.
The waiters make salad
right next to your table.
Here, let me show you.
I have it bookmarked.
-[dryly]
Voilà.
-Ah, my dream is to get a sh*t
at making the ultimate
tableside salad.
-Well, I thought your dream
was to become a dancing robot.
-[robotically]
I can have two dreams.
-Well, let's get down
to FNCEE.
We'll leave you guys
to your trash.
-Pardon, but FNCEE is closed.
Ah!
Perhaps you're looking
for Sloppy Burger.
It is down the street.
Enjoy the toys with your meals.
-No, we're here
for the KidDING.
-But to be clear, we do
like toys with our meals.
-Ah, yes. I'm Lyonne,
the maître d'.
-So, is this where I'll stand
when I'm the hostess?
-No, no, no, no, no.
No!
You misunderstand.
You are not going to be seen
by our customers.
-Oh, so we're gonna be
working in the kitchen,
like, as chefs?
-No. No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
You are here to fix our problem
with a...
[whispers]
rat.
-[loudly]
A rat?
-Shh!
-But we're not exterminators.
-Exactly. I cannot hire
real exterminators.
The mayor is having
her birthday dinner here
in five hours.
If word got out about the rat,
we'd be ruined,
and no one would pay $
for our scallops.
-I see. Would you please
give us a moment?
-Of course.
-Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I am not going anywhere
near that rat!
They try to eat you.
-No, I have a feeling
that Kevin is different.
-Who's Kevin?
-That's what
I just named the rat.
I name every animal
I ever think about.
Watch.
I'll think of a hippo.
Charles.
-Whoa.
That is the perfect name
for a hippo!
-I know.
Okay, now we have
to catch Kevin
so we can find him a new home.
-It'll be an adventure.
Like a safari, only with rats.
A rat-fari!
-Well, you two have fun.
I'll be at Sloppy Burger, where
the rats stay in the kitchen.
-Oh, come on!
Think of scared little Kevin.
He needs our help.
[squeakily]
"Help me, Presley!"
-Okay, fine.
But I'm not touching it.
Or looking at it.
Or thinking about it.
Ugh! I just thought about it!
-So, you're going
to catch the rat?
-Yep.
-Good.
These are kitchen tools
for the rat k*lling.
Take your pick.
I prefer the stabby thing.
-Hey!
-Ow!
-We are not stabbing anything.
We are going to safely remove
and re-home him.
This will be perfect
to catch him.
-This will be perfect
to catch him across the head.
Gently across the head.
-Whoa.
I feel like Thor.
[raspingly]
Follow me.
A rat-fari awaits!
Look! There it is!
-The rat?
-No, that's where waiters make
salad right next to your table!
-Focus.
We need to find Kevin.
-Let's do it.
I'll be right behind you...
using you as a shield.
[rat squeaks]
-Guys, look!
He's behind the drapes!
-Okay. I have a plan.
On three, we get it.
One, two, three. Go!
Where'd he go?
-Okay, Presley,
do you see him?
-No, I think we scared it off.
Why are you looking at me
like that?
-[slowly]
No reason.
I just want you to remain calm.
-When you talk to me
like that,
it makes me think
something is wrong.
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-We just want to talk.
-And capture the rat
on your shoulder.
-[screams]
-Oh, there he goes!
[rat squeaks]
-Uh, guys?
Why'd he stop?
And why is he staring at us?
-Don't worry.
He's more scared of us
than we are of him.
[rat squeaks]
-He wants to eat us!
Run!
[all scream]
-♪ I got, you got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds
when we're side-by-side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ Oh, we're taking off,
gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up
in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me,
we got this ♪
-I can still feel
the rat crawling on me.
-Oh, come on.
It's just a cute little animal.
Did you see his beady little
eyes and his yellow teeth?
-It tried to eat me
like I was a $ -scallop!
-Guys, we gotta go back.
It's still our job to catch it.
And there's only three hours
until the mayor's
birthday party starts.
-Okay, but kitchen utensils
are not going
to catch that sneaky rat.
I'm calling backup.
Fisher!
-No!
-Fisher!
-'Sup, Lex?
-Fisher, we need your help.
-To k*ll a rat.
-To catch a rat
without hurting it.
-Wink, wink.
-No winks.
-Actually, the air cannons
I've been working on
might be perfect for this.
-I think this is
a great plan.
Wink, wink.
-I'm not sure you understand
how winking works.
-Oh, don't I?
Wink.
No, I really don't.
Can someone explain?
-Hey, thanks again
for bringing those jumpsuits
from the dump.
-Oh, in the biz,
we call them dumpsuits.
And I'm happy to.
I know what it's like
getting bit by rats.
Better than opossums,
worse that raccoons.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
-Yeah!
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Now that's an entrance!
-See? Told you
the smoke machine was worth it.
-Okay, now you can use
those high-powered
portable air cannons
to herd the rat into this.
It's a trap that
will safely suck the rat in.
-Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Can we go back
to the high-powered
air cannons, please?
-Right. There's something
you should know.
Your packs are set
to level two.
Turning them any higher
would blow air
at the same velocity
as a hurricane.
-Why would you add a setting
that's too powerful to use?
-I'm a scientist,
but I'm still a kid.
Okay, everyone.
Power up your rat packs.
[rat-packs whirring]
-[imitates whirring]
Just wanted to feel like
I was a part of things.
-Okay. See if you can get
this fake rat from here,
over to the trap.
[rat-packs whooshing]
I'll open the trap.
[rat trap dings]
When you see the light
turn green,
that means you've
trapped the rat inside.
-Garbage and science
working together.
Whoo!
-Uh, hey, uh,
ever since Pidgey left,
I've been looking
at getting a new pet.
Maybe I could bring that
little rat you catch home
to live at the dump?
-Well, I do have
an extensive screening process
on animal owners.
-What if I interview Briles
for you?
I know exactly
what you're looking for.
I've read
your animal adoption blog.
All pages, twice.
-Huh, I never thought
your obsession with me
would be helpful.
Interview away.
both: Yes!
-Boy, you just never know
the days
that are gonna
change your life forever.
[Ray Parker Jr.'s
"Ghostbusters" playing]
♪ ♪
-We're back.
Empty?
Well, that was a waste
of an entrance.
-Where have you been?
I hired you to catch the rat
and the mayor's birthday starts
in two hours.
-[gasps]
That's only two hours from now!
-So get in and catch the rat.
-With this baby,
we have plenty of time!
[rat-pack whooshing]
Sorry!
-[bitterly]
You fill me with confidence.
Now go!
-Okay.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Mm. Mm-hmm.
Very impressive résumé.
-Oh! Thank you.
I found it last week
in the trash.
-Very resourceful...
and gross.
Using this stuffed rat,
show me how you'd tuck him in
at night.
-[clears throat]
♪ Rock-a-bye, Kevin ♪
♪ In the trash dump ♪
♪ I hope in your dreams ♪
♪ You run, play, and jump ♪
-Wow, you're really good
at this--
-[softly]
Shh! He's sleeping.
-Okay, let's focus
and safely catch Kevin.
We just need to catch him away
from anything breakable, and--
oh, my gosh, is that
a chocolate fountain?
There is nothing better
than coating your food
with chocolate from a fountain.
-You obviously have not seen
salad being made tableside.
-[screams]
Rat!
[rat-pack whooshes,
tableware shatters]
-That wasn't a rat.
That was a napkin!
-But I got it pretty good,
right?
-Yes, but we have
to be careful
so we don't mess this place up.
-There he is!
Let's blast him.
-No! Hey, we can't.
He's right next
to the chocolate fountain.
-Then what are we gonna do?
-Munchy, you brought cheese
to lure the rat?
That's brilliant!
-No, I found it in the pocket
of this suit from the dump.
-Ooh! Wait, give me that!
Come follow this cheese away
from the chocolate fountain.
-So I can blast you,
you vicious monster.
-Presley, it worked!
-Eat air, rat!
[rat-packs whoosh]
-It went under the table!
-Okay.
Keep him pinned down,
and I'll slide in the trap!
-Okay.
[rat-packs whooshing]
[rat trap thuds, dings]
-[gasps]
The light is green!
That means Kevin's in there.
-And we didn't even
break anything!
-Okay, let's tell Lyonne
we caught her rat.
-But first, a celebration.
Who wants sparkling cider?
-Munchy, no!
-Not from the bottom!
-Oh, did you guys
want some too?
-No.
-Hey!
-Done!
[stopwatch beeps]
-Impressive time!
-That's the first time
I've put a diaper on a rat!
-We got him!
-Well, you'll be happy to hear
that Briles is the perfect
candidate to adopt Kevin.
-Great! You can
bring him home right now.
-Yes! I'm so glad
I brought my rat car seat.
-Say hello
to your new best friend.
-That's not a rat.
It's a napkin.
-I'm not opposed
to a pet napkin,
but I had my heart set
on a rat.
-That sneaky rat
must have tricked us
into capturing a napkin.
-Do you know what this means?
-[gasps]
The restaurant is gonna be
one napkin short for dinner!
-And Kevin is still
on the loose!
-Oh, that is more important.
-And the mayor's birthday
is going to start in--
minutes ago.
-Okay, let's get back to that
restaurant and rescue Kevin.
-So, what do you guys want
to do while they're gone?
-Presley!
-Presley, come on.
-Noo! Don't make me!
-No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
You caught the rat.
I paid you.
You are never to return
to FNCEE.
-Listen, Lyonne.
And you're gonna laugh
when you hear this.
-We thought we caught
Kevin the rat,
but we really caught
one of your napkins.
-What?
-And here's the funny part:
the rat is still somewhere
in your restaurant.
Isn't that funny?
[forced laughter]
-This is what I get
for hiring buffoons.
The mayor is already inside
with her party.
-Don't worry.
We're going to,
how you say, catch le rat.
-Not dressed like that,
you're not.
You look like exterminators.
-I see what you're saying.
We'll dress up all the waiters
to look like exterminators.
That way, we blend in.
-Or we dress you up
to look like the waiters.
-Ah.
-That makes more sense.
[elegant piano music]
♪ ♪
-There's Mayor Gildersleeve.
I recognize her from that
one time I watched the news.
-Okay. Let's go find Kevin.
-Okay.
-Enjoy your meal.
Enjoy your meal.
-Excuse me, waiter.
I would like you to make me
a tableside salad.
-Oh, my gosh!
It's happening!
[clears throat] I mean,
right away, mademoiselle.
Voilà!
-This looks amazing!
Mmm! And it tastes even better!
[clinks glass]
As mayor and birthday girl,
I demand everyone
try this salad!
[crowd murmurs]
-Oh, my gosh.
Do you see that?
-I know! Munchy is incredible
at making salads!
He turned that radish
into a flower.
-No!
Over there.
It's Kevin the rat.
-[whimpers]
I see him!
-But how are we supposed
to catch him
with everybody watching?
-Voilà!
-That's it!
I'll signal to Munchy to get
everyone into the lobby.
Munchy!
-There is no way Munchy's
gonna know what that means.
-Anyone who wants a salad,
please follow me to the lobby!
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
-This is why I should never
underestimate Munchy.
-What can I say?
I know how the dude thinks.
Okay, let's get ourselves
a rat.
-Okay.
-What is happening?
-I'm making salads
in the lobby.
-This is not a lobby.
It's a foyer.
-Then I'm making salads
in the foyer.
-Salad in the lobby?
What a birthday I'm having!
-Anything for the mayor.
[both laugh]
-Okay.
Time to crank our rat-packs up
to level three.
-What? No. Hey!
Fisher said anything higher
than a level two would
blast out air like a hurricane.
-Do you want to catch this rat
or not?
-[sighs]
You're right.
Kevin needs us.
Kevin.
Come here, buddy.
-Kevin, Presley's coming
for ya.
There!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[chocolate fountain clatters]
[both gasp]
-My beautiful
chocolate fountain!
-Over there!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[cake splatters]
-He got away!
Where is he?
-There's no way to tell!
Just blast and scream!
[both screaming]
[rat-packs whooshing]
[bang, clatters]
-What was that?
-That's the sound
of me creating salad art!
[bang, glass shatters]
Uh, I have an idea.
Let's have everybody
chant "salad" again.
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
Salad! Salad!
-Presley, don't move.
He's on the table.
-Let's blast him!
-No, don't!
He's next
to the sparkling cider tower.
It's the only thing
we haven't destroyed.
-Okay. Then bring your trap
over here!
-I'm scared if I move,
he'll run away again.
Just grab him.
-With what?
-Your hands!
-No! No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
-You can do this.
I believe in you.
Just pretend it's not a rat.
It's a tiny, fuzzy puppy.
-Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
It does not feel like
a tiny, fuzzy puppy!
-Here. The trap.
[rat trap dings]
Rat, secured!
-What have you done?
You have destroyed
my beautiful restaurant!
-No.
The tower of glasses
is still standing.
-Yeah, see?
Good as new!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[screams]
-You three kids are
in so much trouble.
I am calling the authorities.
-I don't think so.
This young man just made me
the best salad of my life.
I hereby give him
and his two friends
a mayoral pardon.
-Yeah!
-Now let's go
to Sloppy Burger!
-Yeah!
-Salad kid,
you wanna roll with us?
-Salad kid is in!
-Okay, Briles, are you ready
to meet Kevin?
-Never more ready
for anything in my life!
-What?
It's empty.
Kevin must have escaped!
Find him!
Okay. Forget it, Presley.
He's gone.
-That's okay.
I think I'm finally over
my fear of rats.
Wherever Kevin is,
I hope he's happy.
-Well, the good news is,
he's happy.
-What?
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-Oh, no!
Not again!
Why do rats love my shoulder?
Okay. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
[screams]