02x09 - Midden Fleasure/Tread or Alive

[bunniefuu]

[opening music theme]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[Cluster] My big toes
are tingling, Harl!

I think today is the day
I'm finally goin' to find the...

secret hidden treasure.

You think so, Cluster?

Yesterday, you were
sure you'd find it

because your "ear lobes
were aching."

[grunts]

♪ It's a beautiful day
In the junkyard ♪

♪ We're having great fun
No, it ain't hard ♪

♪ There's no better place
To work and play ♪

♪ We really mean it ♪

♪ There's no better place
To work and play ♪

[howls]

[engine roaring]

♪ Than in a yard full of junk ♪

Yeah! Ha! I won that song!

In your face!

[sighs]
Still undefeated!

We're just making up songs, Tread,

it's not a competition.

Life's a competition.

If you're not here to win,
what's the point?

We've found we get
more accomplished

by working in harmony.

Truer words
ain't never been spoken.

-[Cluster] Hey.
-Oh, sorry, Cluster,

but I really need the generator.

I told Mayor Fleck I'd keep it
at City Hall

in case of emergencies.

But I need it to light
my underground tunnels.

Boom, a competition
for resources!

We're not competing, Tread.

I'm sure Cluster understands

that if the power went out
in the city,

this generator could keep
the lights on for weeks.

Burn. Point Harl!

And I'm sure Harl'd agree that

iffen I don't get no lights
down in my tunnels,

I can't see
what I'm lookin' for.

The competition shifts
into tenth gear!

Think about the city, Cluster.

I promise, if you let me use
the generator and I find my...

You know what,

then I'll buy the city
a hundred generators.

Who knows if "you know what"
is even here?

Pow! Vague but Pow!

It most certainly is.

Ah, keep the generator.

I'll find "you know what"
on my own.

[grunts]
You'll see!

-[grunts]
-Cluster!

Nice win, Harl!

Told you everything's
a competition.

Gotta go race myself home.

[sighs sharply]

I should've given it to him.

I mean, I can make
another generator.

-You say something, Harl?
-Nothing.

Just mumbling to myself.

Got it. Not my business.

Fine, drag it
out of me, Shirley,

I just got into a fight
with Cluster

over this generator.

I know he needs it
to find his hidden treasure,

but I promised Mayor Fleck
I'd give it to him!

Did you say hidden treasure?

I, um... No.

Sounded like hidden treasure
to me.

I said, uh, Midden Fleasure.

You know, the... fashion model?

Here's our newest fashion model,
Midden Fleasure,

wearing my latest creation,
the Half-Hat.

[audience] Ooh...

-Please, no flash photography.
-[camera shutters clicking]

My eyes are sensitive.

Cluster really thinks
there's a buried treasure

at the junkyard?

Yeah, it's some famous
hidden treasure or something.

The Famous Hidden Treasure?
Is in the junkyard?

I heard it contains
rust-free hacksaws.

-Wait, no...
-I've heard it contains glasses

-that never break.
-[glass shatters]

No, no. I...

I've heard
it contains pure friendship

and a golden artichoke
that's worth more than friendship.

Don't worry, Harl,

I'll definitely not try to find
the treasure before you.

-Bye!
-Wait, no!

What have I done?

Hey, Harl, I want to apologize
for what happened earlier.

Cluster, I did something terrible.

You done hijacked
a rocket to Mars?

What? No.

I was talking to Shirley,
and I accidentally told

a whole room of people
about your treasure.

You revealed my secret?

Chuckwagon chowder, Harl!

I trusted you!

I'm sorry.
I was upset and it just...

slipped out.

[panting]

-What are you doing?
-I got to prepare.

Now, everyone in the world
is gonna come lookin

for my treasure.

I knew this day would come.

That's what my toe
was trying to tell me.

Let's go, Jowls.

I don't think everyone
in the world is coming.

[Fendrich] So the famous Hidden Treasure
is at the junkyard?

I heard it contains ways
to beat Sinclair at everything.

And cheesecake.

I heard it contains
rust-free hacksaws.

Let's find out, shall we?

Hacksaw, assemble the team
and meet me

at "The Buried Treasure
Supply Store."

[both laughing]

No. Just me.

Only I get to laugh maniacally.

[laughs maniacally]

Harl! I was emptying
the recycle bins

behind "The Buried Treasure
Supply Store"

and overheard Fendrich say
they're coming for the treasure.

-Tonight!
-Oh, no!

Cluster was right.
This is all my fault.

-What should we do?
-We have to stop them.

But we can't do it alone.

Follow me.

Tread, we need your help.

Sorry, Harl, I'm about to race
my reflection,

and I can't lose.

Um, Tread, um,
Fendrich and his g*ons

are going to break
into the junkyard tonight,

and they don't think
anyone can stop them.

A competition?

I can stop them
better than anyone!

I'm in!

[clattering]

Prickly pears!

You all scared the cheese
off my cr*cker!

[Cluster] What're you up to?

We're here to help ya.

We're gonna beat Fendrich
at his own game.

Fendrich is coming? Oh, boy.

Ya'll sure ya wanna tangle
with 'em?

Anything to help a friend.

-[metal clanks]
-[gasps]

[giggles]
Oh! Rhubarb, yum!

[munching]

[grunting]

Ooh, yeah.

[Hank grunting]

-[laughs]
-[engine starts]

[tense music]

[grunting]
Yeah...

-[giggling]
-[tires screeching]

[groans]

Yeah.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, Hacksaw.

[blabbering]

-[yelling]
-[clattering]

[engine revving]

[barks]

Spread out and search
the entire junkyard.

I want that hidden treasure...

uh, unhidded-ded...
[blabbers]

Find it!

[foreboding music]

It's go time.

[panting]

Who would have thought
there would be so much junk

in a junkyard?

What's this? A present?

"Pick me up and hold on tight?"

Ha!
[chuckles]

Ha!

[whimpering]
Whoa!

[yells]

[barks]

[grunting]

This place is huge!

The treasure could be anywhere!

Ooh. That chair looks like
the perfect place

to take a nice little nap.

Please place your tray tables

in their upright
locked position

and buckle your seat belt.

Aw, I don't have a tray table.

That's okay, you won't need one.

Have a nice flight!

[yelling]

[tense music]

Betty, I found a secret tunnel.

I bet the treasure
is down there.

We're gonna be rich!

I heard the Hidden Treasure

is filled with dream catchers
and aspirational posters.

I heard it contains
rust-free hacksaws.

[munching]

Delicious!

[both squeal]

[both groaning]

[yelling]

[panting and barking]

Great job, team!

Wait. Has anyone seen Fendrich?

Not yet.

But like a flea on a hound,
he's got to be found.

Come in! Come in!

Where did everybody go?
This is unacceptable!

[grunts]

What do we have here?

I do believe I just found...
the treasure.

-[door clangs]
-[Fendrich groaning]

Well, well, well.

Time to finally find out

what The Famous Hidden Treasure
actually is.

Diamonds?
An anti-Sinclair spray?

A detergent that removes
even the toughest of stains?

[Fendrich grunts]

What in the hidden room?
Who are you?

I am Midden Fleasure,
who are you?

And what are you doing
in my lair of solitude?

I'm looking
for The Hidden Treasure,

Ms. Midden Fleasure...
Oh, Hacksaw.

Looking for what,
you mangy interloper?

I don't think I like your tone.

I'll catch him faster!
[grunts]

[Cluster] Who's got who?
That's my foot!

[Shirley] Who's holding my hand?

-[Midden] My half a hat.
-[Fendrich] Ow, my eyebrows!

[Harl] I thought you could use
the generator, Cluster.

Thanks, Harl.

There is no hidden treasure, Hacksaw,

just Ms. Midden Fleasure.

Hmm, duck face.

Another duck face.

Next time, use your ears.

Now, get out of that truck!

Sorry, Boss.

-[all gasp]
-[screaming]

[loud thud]

Stop laying around, Vito.
We're leaving.

I wonder if Sinclair
has these problems?

-[grunts and thuds]
-[plate cracks]

We won!
[laughs]

My treasure is safe

thanks to some contrived
and confusing word-play.

I'm sorry about revealing
your secret today, Cluster.

We all make mistakes,

but you had my back
when it mattered most.

Ha! I had both
your backs faster!

Still undefeated.

I'm really disappointed
we didn't find that treasure.

Oh, but we will.

That Famous Hidden Treasure
is buried here somewhere,

and I'm aiming to find it.

[closing theme music]

[opening theme music plays]

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

[dolphin cries]

[siren blaring continues]

[tires screech]

[handcuffs click]

[Harl] Okay, Tread.
Ready for the big race against...

yourself?

They don't call me
"Ready Tready" for nothing.

I'm the fastest,
undefeated driver in the city,

so I challenge myself to a race!

On your marks, get set...

-[zooming]
-[police siren wailing]

Police chase?

Awesome!
Real, not-me competition!

-[engine revs]
-[siren wailing]

[Duke] This is Lieutenant
Duke DeTain.

Daisy Kaboom Lewis stole
a diamond encrusted chainsaw

from the City Hardware
and Jewelry store.

I'm in pursuit.

[tires screeching]

So, you think you can outrace
Tread Octane, huh?

What? It's not a race.

-I'm trying to catch a thief.
-Ha!

Well, I'm stealing this race!

[Snake]
Did ya lose that dogged lawman?

Duke's too fast!

Though Tread's giving him a run
for his money.

[all yell]

[loud thud]

[Duke groans]

Nice race, Duke.
Too bad you lost.

It wasn't a race.

I was chasing a crook
and you got in the way.

Obstruction of justice
is a crime.

Ha!

The only crime in racing
is losing.

I don't have time for this.

I have a thief to catch.

Looks like you lost
that race, too.

-It was not a race!
-Oh, yeah?

I challenge you to a race!

[groans]

[tense music]

Did you get
the diamond chainsaw?

[sighs]
Lost it.

I couldn't outrun Duke.

[groans]
You see?

This is why I work alone.

Hey, you said it was a two-man job!

And where did you expect me

to find a stampeding herd
of cattle?

[sighs sharply]
Don't matter.

The whole plan's a bust.

The safe gets loaded
onto that plane

in two hours.

Then we steal the chainsaw

back from the police
evidence room.

You sayin' we rob the pokey,
the airport safe,

and outrun that dang lawman,
in two hours?

Ain't no one that fast.

Hmm. Actually...

Add a new spark plug,
balance the crankshaft and boom!

Car fixed in ten minutes!

That's a Tread record!

[Daisy] Tread Octane?

Hey. Weren't you racing
that cop?

-Yeah.
-Good race.

What can I do for ya?

I wanted to see
if you could fix my motorcycle.

Uh, it'll take me
at least a week.

[sighs]
So much for the race today.

Did you say race?

As in "I challenge you to a..."?

You bet.

I'm, uh, racing Duke DeTain.

Ha! I wiped
the track with that guy.

Well, that's not what Duke said.

I think his exact words were,

"Tread Octane drives
like my grandma."

But Duke's Grandma drives
super slow

and leaves her turn signal on.

I know, I've raced her
eighteen times.

[grunts]

I challenge Duke to a race!

Well, I guess you and I

could race Duke together
in your hot rod.

[Tread chuckles]

There is no "together" in racing.

Tread Octane is a lone wolf,

and not just 'cause
I get lost in the woods a lot.

No problem.

I'll sit in the passenger seat

while you do all the driving...

-[whirring]
-And winning.

Deal. But you have to push
your seat back

as far as it goes
so I pass the finish line first.

[engine revving]

[yells]

[tires screeching]

Yes!

Across town
in less than three minutes.

That's a new Tread record!

[sighs]
So, uh, you wait here.

My friend doesn't "cotton"
to strangers.

And until I figure out
what "cotton" means,

it's better to play it safe.

One, two, three...

-Snake!
-[gasps]

Dang it.

Almost had four hulas.

I found a getaway driver.

What's up, weird cowboy dude?

The name's Snake Rattler!

I'll never remember that.

I'm just gonna call you
weird cowboy dude.

I told you
this was a two-man job.

I'm telling you,
this guy is fast.

If anyone can outrun
Duke DeTain,

it's Tread Octane.

I don't know 'bout this, Daisy.

You really think
we can trust this city slicker?

Well, I don't know
if he's cool with the whole

"breaking the law" thing,

so I told him
we're racing Duke DeTain.

Tread will do anything to win.

Okay, but this guy
better do as he's told.

Remember,
you mess with the Snake,

you get the fangs.

Is that your new catchphrase?

I dunno, you like it?

It's either that or...

"Snake Rattler...
Silent but deadly."

I'd go with the first one.

[groans]

Okay, Tread,
you wait here at the, uh,

starting line.

Hope you're ready
to race, partner.

I was born ready,
and bald, and naked,

weird cowboy dude.

[sighs sharply]

[Snake] The plan is to infiltrate
the police station

dressed as lawmen,

grab the diamond chainsaw,
and get out.

Here's your disguise.

Remember.
You're Detective Sam Grizzled

and I'm Detective Rooky Partnur.

You know Rooky's a woman, right?

Yeah. I'm comfortable
with non-traditional casting.

[ominous music]

[Snake] Howdy, lawman.

[gasps]

Clearly, it's me, Rooky.

We need that diamond
encrusted chainsaw

Duke just placed in evidence,
savvy?

Jeesh, Rooky, are you okay?

You sound a touch
more old western than usual,

plus you're wearing
an eye-patch.

Uh, she's fine.

Allergies.

Right.

Allergies.

Ahh-choo.

Now, can we get
that chainsaw, lawman?

I sympathize.

I'm allergic to everything
with a vowel.

Sure, go on in.

-[buzzer buzzes]
-[lock clicks]

Look at all this evidence
I stole.

Here is the double cross ruby
I stole form the museum.

[falcon squawks]

And the peregrine falcon
I stole from the zoo.

[chuckles]
Good times.

Quit reminiscing
and help me find the chainsaw.

[Rooky] Hey, Alan.

We're here to get
the Giant Boomerang

-out of evidence.
-Uh...

Aren't you already
in the evidence room?

Wow, Rooky,
your allergy cleared up fast!

I've had this rash
on my clavicle for weeks.

-Maybe you could just take a...
-Wait, what do you mean "already"?

What the... It's us!

Wow! I look great!

Rooky, Grizzled,
Rooky, Grizzled.

Hey, what's going on here?

Duke, these two are dressed
as me and Grizzled

to rob the evidence room.

Or maybe you're dressed
as me and Grizzled

to rob the evidence room.

All right. You got us.

Grizzled, they're not us!
We're us!

Clearly, they're the imposters,

because the real Grizzled
is too lazy

to carry a heavy chainsaw.

Rooky Number One is right.

Real me would fake a back injury
and make Rooky Number Two do it!

Hey, they're getting away!

[door opens]

[upbeat music]

Grizzled, come on!

Other us are getting away!

Darn it.

I really wanted a day
with no running.

[groans]

Huh? Is that Tread?

I didn't think he was a crook.

He did charge me a criminally
high price for an oil change.

After them!

The race is on, Tread.

First one to the airport
then back to Snake's place wins.

-Awesome!
-[siren wailing]

[Rooky] Pull over, Tread!

Ha! Nice try!

Not pulling over
is the first rule of winning races.

[engine revs]

Ha-ha!

[siren wailing]

Tread, what are you doing?

Beating you!

Regret challenging Tread Octane
to a race now?

But, I...
[inaudible]

Yes! You've completed
the first leg of the race.

Now, get over to that crane.

So, it's like
an obstacle course?

Yeah.

You gotta do
a donut under the safe, uh,

then get back to the finish line
for the win!

Cool!

Hold on!

-[upbeat music]
-[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[engines revving]

-[Daisy] Whoo!
-[Snake chuckles]

We did it! We got the loot!

[Tread] Uh, quick question,

'cause even my questions
are fast,

did we just rob that money
from the airport?

Define "rob".

Steal.

-Then, yes.
-[gasps]

Tread, look! Right up there!

It's the finish line!

You're gonna do it!

You're gonna beat Duke DeTain
in a race!

Tread, it's not too late!

You've gotta put a stop to this!

Don't listen to him, Tread.

As soon as you slow down,
Duke'll blow by you and win,

and Tread Octane
doesn't come in second place.

[siren wailing]

Keep driving
or I soak your car's interior!

[gasps]
No!

Do you know
how mildly irritating it is

to clean soda stains
out of leather?

-[grunts]
-[tires screech]

[Daisy] Tread, what are you doing?

This isn't the way
to Snake's house!

Nope! It's the way
to the big house.

-[Tread grunts]
-[Snake and Daisy scream]

-[both grunting]
-[crashing sound]

[siren wailing]

Tread! You captured
the bad guys!

That's kind of winning, right?

If by "winning" you mean
"going to jail", then yes.

[Daisy] You can't put Tread
in jail.

Look, Snake and I tricked him
into helping us

by saying it was a race.

All Tread was doing

was driving recklessly
through the streets.

Which is also a crime.

Quiet, Snake.

Look, unlike me and Snake here,
Tread never chose to be bad.

[Duke] All right, Tread.

You can go, but your competitive streak
is gonna get you in big trouble

one of these days.

What about my car?

We're gonna keep it
for a few days as evidence.

You can race again
when you get it back.

Who needs a car?
First one to the junkyard wins!

Yeah!

I'm winning!

[closing theme music plays]