03x40 - Ticking Crime b*mb

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- (Playful laughter)

- I bet nobody's ever combined

Fizzy Gravel Candy and Rocket Soda.

- (Gasp) Is that Fizzy Gravel Candy

and Rocket Soda?

But you know we aren't supposed to put exploding treats

in our faces! Someone could get hurt!

CHEFFFF!

- Ugh, well, we better get rid of this evidence.

(Chugging)

(Exhales) Delicious.

I don't know what Owen was worried about.

(Glug, glug, glug) - I know, right?

As if soda and candy could ever hurt anybody.

(Violent whoosh)

Both: Ugh. Oohh. (Pained groans)

- Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Owen.

Rules exist for a reason

and if certain students don't start respecting our rules,

they won't be attending next week's field trip

to the Candy Museum.

- (Gasps, excited gasps)

CANDY MUSEUMMMMMMMMMM!

(Giggling)

I never thought I'd see the Royal Ragin' Raspberry Ring-O

in person!

(Holding back tears) It's a dream come true.

- It sure is, pal.

I just hope Izzy and Leshawna get to see it with us.

- Thanks for blabbing on us, Owen.

- You are VERY welcome!

I'd hate to see you head down the wrong path

and become crimey bad guys like...

The Jetsharks.

(Music sting) Both: The who?

Jaws Janetti: C'mon, Jetsharks.

Just cuz our leader got grounded fer life,

that don't mean we just stop bein' bad guys!

So who's got ideas?

- We could give candy to babies!

Wait, that doesn't sound right.

- Oh! We could fart in an elevator!

- That's gross. But not really 'bad'.

- Let's destroy the planet!

- Uh, Earth is where I keep my bicycle.

UGH. This group needs a new leader.

- Look at Owen! What a teacher's pet.

- Good boyyy, Owen! Who's a good boy?

That's right! Owen's a good boy!

- We oughta teach him a lesson

for sticking his nose into our rule-breaking.

- Yeah. Who's HE to judge who's good or bad!

- That's it, Izzy! We can teach Owen a lesson

by proving HE's a bad boy.

- But how can we do that?

- Oh, don't you worry about that.

I've got a plan...

Hey everybody, look at THIS!

My uncle just invented a talking hat

that'll tell you if you're good or bad!

- Really? - Cool!

- We're gonna get sued.

- Okay, who wants to go first?

Now testing... Bridgette!

- GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!

- Yay! That's the one I hoped for!

- Next up... HAROLD!

- I'm skeptical of the methodology behind this test.

How can a hat--

Izzy: GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!

- It works! Oh! The hat is for real!

- Hm. Testing Owen seems unnecessary, but--

- When choosing between right and wrong

I let my heart guide me.

Izzy: BAAAAAAAAD GUYYYYYYYYY!

(HORRIFIED GASPS)

- OH NO! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!

- Wow. I never would've guessed that.

- (Whimpers) I'm a good boy. RIGHT?!

- Maaayybe.

But I guess time will tell!

- (Sad sigh)

- That was awesome! - I know!

- When I was in the vents I only got bit by three rats!

- I was talking about Owen's face

when he found out he was "bad". - Oh yeah.

No, yeah, yeah, yeah. That was great.

And I made three new friends!

(Rat grumbles) (Leshawna screams)

- (Yawns) I'm ready for a big nap.

(Metallic squeak)

(Door slams) - Ohh, really guys?

- Sorry Owen, but if the hat was correct,

you're a ticking crime b*mb! - (Sad moan)

- (Yawns, waking moans)

Uh, everything okay, guys?

- You know the cookies are for everybody, Owen.

- And only at snack time!

- Of course, I know that. Why are you--

(Horrified gasp)

WHAT?! I didn't--

But the jars are--

(Nervous laugh) Did I?

How is that--

Ohhhhh nooo.

- I'm surprised by this, Owen.

I'm afraid I have to give you a...

(Dramatic echo and slow-mo) tiiiiime ouuuuut.

♪ Ta ta ta ♪

- Nooooooooo. (Crying)

- Hey Leshawna.

How long should we leave this can of soda

in the paint shaker? - Mmm.

Let's give it another minutes.

- Could I really be a bad guy? No!

We've done episodes of this show.

I've always been a good boy!

(Gasp) Soda is contraband!

I don't remember packing that.

But I also don't remember eating cookies during nap time.

I know! I'll bring it right to Chef!

That'll prove I AM a good guy!

Chef! Chef! Look what I--

- Owen! Soda isn't allowed at school!

- I know! That's why I--

- And aren't you supposed to be in time out?

What is with you today?

Well, to teach you a lesson,

I'm gonna dispose of this right now--

(MASSIVE expl*si*n)

(Car alarm sound)

- I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THIS TO YOU, OWEN.

BUT YOU'RE A BAD BOY! LIKE BAD BAD!

♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪

♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪

♪ Bad bad bad-- ♪ - (Crying)

(WILD SCREEEEEEEEEEAM)

(Ball thumps)

- I just wanted to let you girls know

you WILL be allowed to come on the Candy Museum field trip.

- Yes! - Thank you, Chef.

- Yep. Everyone's going... except for Owen.

(Both gasp)

- But, but, but Chef,

Owen wanted to see that big candy ring more than anyone!

- Yeah! And he isn't that bad.

Let him come on the trip, Chef. Please!

- Oh, this has nothing to do

with his questionable behaviour as of late.

He's not coming with us

because Owen doesn't go to school here anymore, see?

- (reads) "Dear Chef,

I don't want my badness to hurt my friends,

so my bad-self is leaving forever to be bad

with other bad guys?!" Both: Oh no.

- There might not BE a field trip to the Candy Museum. Look!

- Small human bad guys called The Jetsharks,

are attempting a daytime robbery at the Candy Museum.

Sources say, the group has been spurred on

by their new leader...

a mysterious, sturdy, possibly cyborg toddler

going by the name of Big Bad O.

- Yikes. I bet that kid's teacher is embarrassed.

- That's Owen!

- Uh... ya-ya can't always blame the teacher though.

- We have you surrounded, Jetsharks!

Come out with your sticky hands up!

Heh, get it? "Sticky"? Cause of the candy?

- STAY BACK! I'LL LICK IT!

DON'T MAKE ME LICK IT!

- Easy, Big Bad O. Stay calm.

- Hello! - Whoa! Where'd you come from?

Did you break through the police tape?!

- We thought it was a finish line.

I came in first.

- AND I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE RACING!

I think we can coax that Jetshark leader

out of the museum for you. - Awesome!

I'll get more coffee and donuts.

We're running dangerously low.

(Siren wails, engine roars)

(Tires squeal) - Bye, Police Lady!

- (Sighs) Um, hello?

Big Bad O?

- Leshawna? What are you doing here?

- Don't do this, Owen.

You're not really a bad boy.

- Wrong! The verdict's in.

I'm bad right down to my delicious nougat centre.

- No Owen, you don't understand.

It was Izzy and I.

We were angry at you and so we... we...

Chef: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, LESHAWNA?

Why are you on a Police bullhorn?

Are you making a startling revelation?

- Well... um...

I was saying that... see, Izzy and I, we...

Both: Hmm.

- Owen, just give yourself up

before somebody gets hurt, okay?

- Sorry, but bad boys do bad things.

And I ams what I ams!

(Crying) (Doors slam)

- You're a good friend, Leshawna,

but some kids are just born to be bad.

- Chef, I know Owen isn't bad...

we just used the hat to--

(Gasp) That's it! THE HAT!

- What are we doing?

We're not really criminals!

Deep down we're good kids!

- Speak for yourself, I'm bad!

The hat said so!

And THE HAT KNOWS!

The hat goes on and says good or bad

and that's what you are.

- What're you talking about? What hat?

- Huh?

- Here goes nothin'!

- Hey! This is the hat I was talking about! Watch!

Izzy: GOOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYY!

- WHAT? That's not what you said last time!

Izzy: Forget what I said before.

I made a mistake.

YOU'RE TOTALLY A GOOOOOD GUYYYYYYY!

- I'm... good?

I'm really good?!

(Doors crash)

- The cops are comin' in!

Let's get outta here! AAAH-HAAA!

Izzy: Owen! Be a good boy

and run back to school! GO!

- Will do, mystery hat!

- Phew! - Yeah, that was close.

But I think everything's gonna be ohhhh--

(Vent squeaks, crashes) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

OOF! (Coughing)

- HAAA! Caught'cha!

How sweet it is.

Get it? Sweet? Like candy?

Pretty good. Both: Crud.

- Good boy! What a good boooyy!

I'm so glad you didn't rob the museum

and came back to school.

Izzy and Leshawna knew you weren't bad!

That's why they--hey...

where are Izzy and Leshawna?

(Bars rattle and slam)

- How did this happen to us?

Hat: You deserve it. Baaad guysss!

Leshawna and Izzy: AAAAAAAAAAH!

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