03x04 - THE LINGOS/SHACK att*ck

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Whoa, yeah!

[giggling]

Whoa!

Whoo!

[laughing]: Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa.

Whoa, yeah!

[laughing]

[gasping]

Oh... whoa, whoa!

[yelling]

Dudes, that was full-on awesome!

Totally tubular!

Wicked sick!

Yo, dude!

That wave was full-on awesome.

Yeah, to-tally tub-ular.

Wicked sick!

[laughing]

Hey...

is there an echo out here?

[giggling]

I'm awesome.

I'm awesomer.

It is tub-ular.

The kooks probably don't know what

"tubular" means.

Come on, Otto.

Don't let the shoobies get you down.

Sure, they're goofs, but-but...

[clears throat]But...

It's important to keep a positive attitude

in the face of adversity.

Right.

Come on, Otto.

Woogie, woogie, woogie...

Ah, woogie, woogie, woogity, woogity!

BOY: Cool, dude.

BOTH: Woogie, woppity, woo!

[boys laughing]

OTTO: That's bogus!

"Woogity-woogity" is ours!

Stay cool, Otto.

It's just words.

Yeah,ourwords.

Well, we don't exactly own the words.

Listen, squid, if they start talking like us

how are we going to tell who's who?

Yeah.

What if somebody thinks we're shoobies?

[groaning]

The most "kilohana" burgers in town?

Kilohanameans "most excellent" in Hawaiian.

Hey, why the long faces?

What happened to that awesome swell you talked about?

BOYS: Woogity, woogity, woo!

[laughing]

That's what happened.

All the shoobie kooks are using our words.

You're looking at this wrong, little cuz.

You should be glad the shoobies want to use your words.

It's like the ancient Hawaiian saying:

"If your lingo's cool and freaky

"then everybody will want to speaky...

it."

What? Huh? Huh?

Back when I was little Tito, Surf Wonder of Waikiki

everyone was always repeating

my words.

Just hang loose, buddy.

[laughing]

Hang loose? Okay.

I'm hanging loose. I'm hanging loose.

I think I'm too loose!

Wow!

"Hang loose" was yours?

Well, maybe not mine exactly, but I kind of made it stick.

That is so rad!

Yeah, well, maybe his word wasn't so rad

if people could pick it up so fast.

Now, your old man

he came up with some really golden lingo back in the day.

[laughing]

Hey, Moondoggy!

These waves are cool-a-rooni!

"Cool-a-rooni"?

How weak!

More like goon-a-rooni.

Cool-a-rooni.

Cool-a-rooni?!

Gee, Raymundo, I don't think I've ever heard that one.

Exactly-- because it was too cool

for anybody to understand.

It was over their heads.

It's definitely over mine.

Hey, maybe ifwe come up with some new, really cool words

the shoobies wouldn't understand.

Our own unique lexicon of slang vernacular

whose meaning only we could decipher!

Huh? Huh?What?

He means our own secret lingo.

Now all we need is some inspiration.

Bro, you are catching so much air

you're, like, catching oxygen.

I'm oxygenated!

[seagulls calling]

Man, check out that tasty curl.

It's juicy.

[startled gasp]

Nice beef-twister.

You, uh, chewed it big time.

Oh, yeah, I'm like chewed beef.

[camera clicks]

Ooh! Wow!

Otto, man, that's just silly!

Silly is cool.

Silly, me like.

[laughing]

Look at Sammy, all googly-eyed.

Well, it's a googly wave.

[anxious humming]

[laughing]

Oh, man! Oh...

Sammy got squashed.

You mean the squid got squawked.

He got squig-- what?!

Squawked, squeaked, he wiped out.

One Kilohana Burger, coming right up.

What about coolie-o-lio?

Cool-a-tini?

Coolio-rinski?

How do I say this?

Maybe words are not your métier.

My what-ier?

Your vocation.

My vacation?

Maybe they're just not your thing.

[flames crackling]

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe Kilohana Burgers are notyourthing.

[screaming]

PAULA: Maximum air-ation!

Vertical altitude.

It's a*t*matic.

Check this out.

It's spread-u-lation size!

a*t*matic! Got it!

Now, was that "radjulation" with a J?

Whoa!

BOY: Maximum air nation.

Critical oxygen!

You hearing what I'm hearing?

[grunts]

Maximum extreme critical air...

GIRL: Air nation...

to maximum level of oxygen.

Aw, man! They're using our words again.

Gee whillikers!

Gee whillikers?

Is that your word, Otto?

That's the coolest one yet.

That's not mine! That's a shoobie word!

It's lame!

Ugh! Come on, let's crank these kooks.

Blow the park, dust the shoobies.

What?

You want to blow up Madtown?

No, they want to go someplace

the shoobies can't hear our lingo.

Oh, you mean, like, "Let's bail."

OTTO: Duh!

GIRL: Air nation

to maximum level of oxygen!

BOY: Maximum extreme critical air. Tabular!

GIRL: Critical salady.

Mega-oxygenated!

Squish-squash Ju-Ju-Ju-Jujube.

Googly.

Googly.

Chewy beef!

This can't be happening. BOY: Chewy beef!

This thing's turned into a jivey, jabbering hootenanny.

No, it ain't, brother, it's a King Kameah chaos!

BOY:Tabular!

This sitch got way bonked.

Let's crunch this biscuit.

Huh?

You want to eat?

No! She says this is out of control

and we should call it off.

Wicked!

This party needs some extreme tight biffs

to miff the shoobies.

You want to party with the shoobies?

No! He says we can't give up now!

Ah, shine the shoobies!

Bongo the lingo!

You mean miff the shoobie biffs?

PAULA: No, the wigging's wacked!

Right.

Shine the fest and bake this drill.

Huh?

[moaning]

SAM: We... oxygenated...

no good... mega lingo..

Can't a*t*matic...

understand the juicy...

everybody chewed beef!

[gasping]

Oh, man! Not you, too!

Sammy, I know just what you mean.

[tuning radio]

[music playing]

Here it is, dudes, for our eyes only.

An exclusive issue

of the zine, just for us

with all our lingo listed.

Now at leastwe'llknow what we're talking about.

"Shoobie: an out-of-towner or a tourist.

"The kind of person

"who wears shoes on the beach.

Very loud, and known for littering."

[belches]

"See also 'kook.'"

[goofy laughter]

"Shoobie." That's pretty funny.

You doof!

They're talking about us.

"Kilohana: the best; most excellent."

Of course, "kilohana" is the bestkilohanaword in the zine

if I do say so myself.

Where's "cool-a-rooni"?

They left my word out!

That's because it wastoocool.

You remember--

too cool for anyone to understand.

Right. Yeah.

Too cool to understand.

Too, uh... cool-a-rooni.

Yeah, come on, Tito, say it:

Cool-a-rooni.Cool-a-rooni.

Cool-o-roon-ay.

Cool-a-rooni.

Cool-o-roon-ay.

Kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Mmm, right.

Whatever you say, brother.

The waves are looking pretty googly.

Mighty juicy.

I'm fixing to get real sick.

I'll be catching some serious oxygen.

Well, golly gee whillikers.

What? What?What?

Just kidding, just kidding.

[laughing]

[phone ringing]

RAY: Come on, Tito, say it.

Cool-o-rooni. Cool-o-roon-ay.

Tito?

[grunting]

Whoo!

Go, Twister!

It's your birthday! It's your birthday!

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Wh! we Ux vi

when we do this?

PUxYou

Sammy, move your hand, I can't...

PPWhoa!

Soy!

PAPTI a hosesetems.

AMmm...

[tires squealing]

Well, that was easier than I thought.

Sure am going to miss this place.

The kids practically grew up here.

This is a good thing, right, Tito?

I mean, for the kids and everything?

Of course, brother.

A dad can't go wrong

when he puts his little ones first.

Right. You're okay with it, too?

Behind you %.

It's a win-win situation.

Win for you, win for the kids

and ing be extrwin for me, too.

So, everyby ns.

Ha-ha! That was awesome!

We tore it up!

We'll get it next time, Sammy.

TITO: We, look what the waves brought in.

at clump of seaweed looks familiar.

[Tito chuckling]

[clears throat]

I need to talk to you guys.

Aw, man, did they send report cards out already?

Nono, nobody's in trouble.

The, uh, the Happy Hut people were here.

And, well, they want to buy the Shack.

What?Huh?

t we've alwaysad the Sck.

I know, but with the money, we can get a new house.

Oursiskind of falling apart

and it'll give me more time with you guys.

I know, but it's just so hard to believe.

Mo lika eam come true, huh, cuzzes?

Buat abo To? Did ey buyim, too?

No, little cuz.

But I geto stay on, and I get a g promotion.

So, what do you say?

I think it's a great idea.AAw,

Yeah.

Great idea.

RAY: Welcome to Ocean Shore Bluffs.

More likOcean SheButts.

There's nothing here but snobs and rich shoobies.

Ow!

Otto, man, weren't you listening?

He's doing this forus.

We can't ruin it for him.

Uh, the homes sure look nice, Dad.

Yep. All with pools.

Now we don't have to sneak into Merv's and Violet's.

AWethiss it.

Let's check it out, Otto, man.

Whoa, this is awesome!

Yeah!

[alarm clock beeping]

[yawns]

Mm-hmm!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Whoa! Whoa!

Ocean Shore Bluffs-- lifestyles of the rich and rad.

This is going to bsweet!

Ye, sweet.

Yeah, I guess.

r u guystoo.

You guysancome uhere ame

OceaShores istthataway.It's got a living room

and a dining room

and a breakfast nook...

thing.

Well, we always needed one of those.

Oh, and-and this will be your bedroom, Rocket Girl.

Pretty great, huh?

I really don't have that much stuff, but...

We can always get more stuff.

I guess so.

More stuff. Cool.

Yeah... cool.

[grunting]

[laughing]: Whoa!

[shouts]

Geez, guys, what's wrong with you?

Nothing. It's... I think Twister

had something he wanted to tell you.

We decidedyou should tell him.

No,youwere going to tell him.

No,youwere.

Will somebody just spit it out?

Okay, it's just, well.

whenyoumove, ourlives change, too.

Yeah, we're losing our best bud.

You guys are worrying for nothing.

Everything's going to be the same-- you'll see.

Uh, if you wouldn't mind packing the storage stuff

I need to go up to the Bluffs to sign some papers.

I can't believe we're selling this place.

Yeah, neither can I.

But... you guys want to do this, right?

Oh, oh, yeah.

You want to do it, right?

Right! So...

we all want to do it!

There. See, Ray?

The kids really want to do this.

I just wish I did.

[seagulls crying]

Private Rocket!

Stop by my station at hours

to fill out a visitor's permit for the beach.

That way you can still hang with the g*ng

without being a shoobie. Ha-ha!

[both laughing]

Hey, check it out.

Me and Otto's handprints.

We did them when we were little.

I can't believe they're still there.

Duh. It's cement.

Come on, let's go.

Get going up there!

Come on, move it, move it, move it!

Pick that up, kid! Come on!

Man, they're wrecking the place.

Well, at least the tall chart's still here.

Aw, man, now I got to start growing all over again!

Okay, okay, okay.

Go, go, go. You're on.

Happy Hut, fill your gut.

Alo...

how many people

in your party?

Mm-mm-mm. You forgot the smile and the belly rub.

Perfect! You're a natural!

He's still in training.

No, no, no! That is not where the flamingos go.

Dude, what happened?

I thought you got a big promotion.

I did. Now I'm the official island greeter.

This is lame!

We've got to do something.

Nothing we can do, little cuz--

it's a done deal.

Unless, for some reason

the Happy Hut people change their mind.

[laughter and shouting]

Help!

Help me!

Ha-ha-ha! I wonder if those Happy Hut kooks

will want to buy the Shacknow.

Oh, man! What is that smell?

Oh, just a big bucket

of four-day-old leftover fish soup.

I was going to throw it out

but, uh, if you've got a better idea...

Me and Twist'll take care of it for you.

[both chuckling]

Tito...

Uh, Happy Hut, fill your gut, uh...

alo-how many in your party?

What's going on?

The Shack is totally thrashed.

It is? Hmm.

Been very busy. Didn't notice.

Okay, I noticed a little bit.

Let me guess-- Otto, Twister and Sam.

Why didn't you stop them?

Because I'm a bad, selfish friend.

I don't want you guys to leave.

But if you feel this way

why didn't you just tell Raymundo?

Look who's talking, huh, cuz?

Busted.

I guess we all should have told him how we really felt.

Oh, too late now.

What in Happy Hutter Garlic Butter

is going on here?

And what is that horrible smell?!

[coughing]

Someone better start talking, and talking fast.

I think you can pin this one on me, bro.

No. It's our fault, Dad.

We did this because

we really don't want you to sell the Shack.

He's right, Raymundo.

We know you were doing it for us

but the truth is, we're cool with our life

just the way it is.

We don't want Reg and Otto to be shoobies.

Yeah, and look how lame they made Tito.

Sorry, Tito.

That's okay, little cuz.

So you don't really want to move?

Uh-uh.No, Dad.

Good! Then I can say

what I wanted to say days ago-- the Shack is not for sale.

[exasperated stammering]

Oh!

[cheering]

A little island gift

from me to you.

Where I come from, "aloha" also means...

good-bye!

[cheering]

Well, don't just stand there.

We got to clean this place up.

We got customers!

You got it, Raymundo!

[grunting]

Yeah!

What's that great smell, Tito?

It's really making me hungry.

ALL: Go, Shack!

It's your birthday! It's your birthday!

[laughter]

Cool-o-rooney!