04x23 - Locked In/City Wayne

[bunniefuu]

♪ One, two...
One, two, three, four ♪

♪ La, la, la, la
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

All right, kids,
nobody's going anywhere.

- What's going on?
- [indistinct chatter]

For 12 hours,

because you're in the annual
Community Center Overnight Lock-In!

Miss Sue, what's a lock-in?

It's like a big sleepover,

but in a community center
with no parents,

and all the doors
are padlocked!

So, have fun.

And let me know
if there's anything you need.

Actually, I--

We're just locked in
the gym all night?

With no adult supervision?

[all cheering]

[laughing]

Chug, chug, chug!

Everybody, shut up!

It's eight o'clock
and I'm trying to sleep!

Aah!

Ah, this is gonna be great.

Just us kids, all night long.

Ah... Nothing like time spent
in confinement

with familiar faces.

However, I see one
that is not so familiar.

- [♪ rock music riff]
- [Cricket] Ooh, new kid.

His name's Jagger.
I heard he's in a band.

I heard he got rich doing
live streams on DingDong.

I heawd he's a wicensed
fighter piwot.

Hmm. Impressive resume.

What's he like
when you talk to him?

- I don't know.
- Eh.

Y'mean you haven't
introduced yourselves?

[all] No.

I don't blame you.

I mean, you don't get
a second chance

to make a first impression.

It has to be perfect.

Hogwash.

Having once been the new kid
at this center myself,

I can tell you that
all this kid wants

is for someone to introduce
themselves and be his friend.

And I, for one,
am happy to do just that.

Good evening, Jagger.

Tilly Green at your service.

I very much look forward
to the two of us

becoming fast friends.

Oh, uh... I'm good.

"Good" like you wanna be pals?

No... Sorry.

- Uh...
- Jagger, Cricket Green.

Put her there--

- Whoa, oh!
- [crashing]

I'm okay!

So what's your deal?

Oh, me? My deal's Remy!

I mean, it's name!
Err, no, uh...

Can we start under?
I mean over!

Ahhh. I can't talk today!

Ha. Yeah, I'm starting to get
a feel for this place.

You're the funny guy.

I... I am?

Yeah, and he's the klutz.

The klutz?

Classic klutz.

And I make
for a great friend!

- [shattering]
- Why did I say it like that?

[Cricket] You crash into one
pile of folding chairs

and suddenly you're a klutz?

Why wouldn't he want
to be friends with me?

Ugh, I hate knowing this guy
has the wrong idea about us.

- Right, Remy?
- [giggling]

Jagger thinks
I'm the funny guy.

This is a simple
misunderstanding.

Jagger will be dying to be
my friend once he sees

how nice I am.

Knock, knock.

Salutations again, Jagger.

I fear we may have gotten off
on the wrong foot.

I truly am a great friend.

But, you needn't take it
from me.

You can hear it
from my bestie,

- Andromeda.
- [phone ringing]

- What?
- [Andromeda] Hello?

Andromeda!

Could you please tell
this nice young man I'm with

- how great of a friend--
- [Andromeda] Just kidding!

This is Andromeda's
voice mail.

Unless you're the government,
then there is no Andromeda.

This call will self-destruct
in three...

Haha, what a jokester.
Friends are like that--

I beefed it.

Hiya, Cricket! Whatcha doing?

I'm gonna reintroduce myself
to Jagger

with this awesome stunt.

Skiing down these bleachers

will show him
the real Cricket Green,

Stuntmaster General
extraordinaire.

Well, I love that Jagger
thinks I'm the funny guy,

and I'm gonna do
whatever it takes

to keep that label forever.

How? Like, learn a bunch
of jokes or something?

Nope. I'm gonna make
that first impression,

my last impression,

and never interact
with Jagger again.

Pretty smart, huh?

[gasp] Oh, my gosh,
Jagger's coming!

I gotta get out of here!

Good luck
with your stunt, Cricket.

Hey, Jagger!

Over here!

[grunts] Check it out!

Would a "klutz" do this?

- [Cricket yelling in pain]
- [crashing]

My spleen!

Oh, man, you ended up
in a chair again.

A klutz like you should
really be more careful,

on account of your klutziness.

Are you okay, brother?

That was a ding-ding disaster!

Now, how am I gonna change
his mind?

You know, maybe it's best

we forget this
Jagger business

and spend today
with those who know us best.

Good idea, Tilly.

At least they know
I'm not clumsy.

And appreciate
what a wonderful friend I am.

Hey, guys, tumblin'
block tower, huh?

Mind if I join you?

Oh, great! Now the klutz

is gonna knock
everything over!

Oh, c'mon! You guys
don't think that, do ya?

Well, you have been
pwetty cwumsy lately.

Ever since Jagger said it,
I'm like,

"Huh, maybe Cricket
is a klutz."

Guys, no, it's me. Ol' Crickey!

Stuntmaster General?

Here, I'll prove it.

- Whoa, whoa!
- Here he comes!

- [video game beeping]
- Kiki, we're friends, right?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

I need to hear you say it.

Okay... We're friends, Tilly.

Wonderful.

And as your friend,
I have so much to offer.

Do you need any
emotional support?

A listening ear?
Fashion advice?

- Tilly, what--
- Don't cut your bangs, Kiki!

[Cricket] Mmm. Aha!

Now could a klutz do that?

[grunts] Oh...

- There he goes.
- Aw, come on!

- [Gregly] Called it!
- Nobody move!

I shall rebuild this
tower of friendship

because I am a good friend.

Here, let's just, uh,
grab these...

Tiwwy... You're acting
a wittle stwange today.

Oh. [chuckling]
I'm strange, huh?

Just look at yourselves.

So sure of who you are.
Must be nice!

I once thought
I was a friend to all,

but I see now that was a lie.

I have no idea who I am.

Same here.

How do any of us
know who we are?

You're right.

I guess I don't really know
who I am.

[yelling] My mom says
I'm soft-spoken and charming!

Was she lying
this whole time? Aah!

Who am I? Who am I?

[kids yelling]

[Community Sue]
Well, it's almost morning.

Time to check on those sweet,
adorable, carefree little--

Huh?

[yelling]

I'm the tough guy
awound here.

I love sport!
Who wants to play?

Community Center.

Where is my center?

How is Weezie?

Why is Weezie?

Who is Weezie?

Mother of Community,

they've all forgotten
who they are.

[Remi] Not me. [giggling]

I'm the funny guy.

[blaring]

- [all] Huh?
- Aah.

Who keeps doing that!

Okay, listen up!

Lock-ins are powerful things.

I mean,
what with the lack of sleep

- and loads of sugary snacks...
- Huh?

It's easy to lose yourself
in all the excitement.

Which is why I have
just the solution.

Behold! The Community Rope
Bridge of Introspection!

- Just work with your friends.
- [gulps]

- Use basic coordination...
- [gulps]

And you'll be fine.

By the end of this course,

you'll know exactly
who you are.

Now get climbing!

Work with friends? Who would
wanna work with me?

Mmm. Oh!

Oh, this ain't
gonna end well.

- I'm weawy high up!
- [other kids mumbling]

Uh, Sue? This is a pretty
long way to fall.

You're thinking too much!

Just put one foot
in front of the other!

Okay, one foot

in front of the other-- Whoa!

- Cricket!
- [gasps]

I should've put some mats
down first.

Oh, my gosh, I should be
one big open wound right now.

My quick reflexes
saved my hide.

A real klutz couldn't have
done that.

My mind might have forgotten
who I was,

but my agile
little body didn't.

It's all coming back
to me now.

Hah! My name is Cricket Green.

And I know who I am.

Wait, maybe all the things
we were believin' about

ourselves weren't true!

I too know who I am.

Tilly Green, a friend to all.

Comrades, look
into your hearts.

Remember who you are.

Weezie, you're the guy with
the best catchphrases.

Uh, ring-a-ding...

Ain't no thing!

And, Kiki, remember this?

[gasps] That's right.

I have an unhealthy
relationship with technology!

[video game beeping]

And I'm just a wil' kid who
says the most adowable things!

Like... I watch you
when you sweep.

Hey, we're all back to normal.

Shall we then, brother?

C'mon, we can do this!

Hold hands, everybody.
We're moving out.

Hey, great work, kids!

You're saving me a lot
in potential legal fees.

Is this everyone?

We did it.

- Yeah! All right, everyone.
- [cheering]

Ahhh! Someone, please help me.

I uh... I can't do this.

Jagger? You're okay.

This rope course ain't nothing
for a guy like you.

Yeah, remember,
you skied down a volcano.

You punched a tiger shark
in da face

No, I didn't.

I made it all up.

[gasping]

And my name isn't Jagger.

It's Allen.

I just wanted to make
a good first impression.

- Hey, we've all been there!
- [kids agreeing]

Allen?

Allen, how about you join
our friend group

as your true self,

and leave the whole
Jagger persona behind?

Join... you guys?

There he is.

Nah, this whole thing
is botched.

I'm just gonna try this again

tomorrow at a different
community center.

Later.

[Cricket] Well,
ain't that something?

We got all mixed up trying to
impress someone cool,

who wasn't even cool
after all.

Quite the day, then night,
then day again.

A journey of self-discovery
was had by all.

That's the power of a lock-in.

Now go home!

[Remi giggles]
I'm the funny guy.

It's coming, it's coming!

Ready, set, go-- Oof!

Did I win?
Was it a close race?

Nope. Anyways,

that's your train back
to Big City, and I gotta run.

There's a whole mess
of farm work

waiting for me back home.

Y'all have a safe trip.

- See ya, Mom.
- Bye, Mama!

Hey, Wayne. You headed
to Big City, too?

Afraid not.

Although it has always been
a dream of mine

to visit Big City.

That's where
excitement lives.

I've never been.

In fact, I've never left
Smalton before.

- Really?
- Wha...

Leaving Smalton is
an intimidating proposition.

So I content myself with
watching trains come and go.

[trains rattling,
bells ringing]

Admittedly, it's more soothing
than exciting.

Man, that is the most pathetic
thing, no offense,

I have ever heard.

Why don't you come with us
to Big City?

Indeed. Cricket and I would
love to show you around.

[gasps] Really?

Why, I'm so happy,

I can scarcely breathe.

- Please breathe, Wayne.
- [exhales]

Hey, Nick, I think
your ice cubes went bad.

Actually, Trey,
they're quite the opposite.

I made these cubes
out of Splish,

so my soda stays extra cold
without getting watered down.

Oh! They ought to give you
that Nobel Prize

- 'cause you's a dang genius.
- [motorcycle revs down]

- I'm back.
- Heya, Nancy.

Hey, Trey. Oh, Dad!

I got a ton of farm work
to catch up on,

so it'd be a huge help

if you could handle
making dinner tonight.

Make dinner?

What's the problem?

The problem is...

I don't wanna.

Dad, you can handle cooking
just once.

Fine.

Thanks, Dad.
See you at dinner.

Ah... You believe this?

Can't she see that I'm tryna
drink Splish with my...

My... You... Uh...

Acquaintance trying to be best friend?

Sure, whatever.

Best be careful, Nick.

This seems like one of them
sitchy-ations where

somebody asks you to do
somethin' just once,

and next thing y'know,

they expect you to do it
all the time!

Like showering
or paying taxes.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Definitely don't want that.

- You know what I'm gonna do?
- What's that?

I'm gonna make Nancy
a meal so bad,

she'll never ask me
to cook again!

Dang genius.

Welcome to... [sings fanfare]

Big City, Wayne!

[Wayne] Oh, my...
So many things.

What should we show
this darling man first?

We could do Times Circle!

Or maybe the Silverway Bridge?

So many exciting choices!

Whichever we choose, Wayne,

it'll have your knees shaking,
heart racing,

and your mouth will squeal
with glee!

[Wayne] Wowie!

Those shoes got wheels!

Yeah, they're called wheelies.

And they're wheelly not
what we're here to see.

We have much more
exciting sights to show ya.

But if we want to get
to all of them,

we got to get started quick.

So you ready to, uh...

In the city, the ground
breathes! [inhales]

- [inhales deeply]
- [Tilly] Wayne, no!

- We don't do that here.
- That's no place for your face.

Let's stay focused, so we can
get you to the

best Big City has to offer--

- [Wayne] Ooh...
- Uh, Wayne.

[crosswalk light] Wait. Wait.

Sure thing, mister.

But how did you get in there?

Man, we'll never get Wayne
to see

the actual cool parts
of Big City

if he keeps getting distracted

by every little thing
along the way.

Would it be crazy
to blindfold him?

I think not, dear sister.

Maybe, we are not so
different, tiny traffic--

Wah! Darkness!

It's just a blindfold, Wayne.

To hide the super exciting
surprise we've got for ya.

[crosswalk light] Walk.
Walk. Walk.

Thank you, tiny man.

Tiny man's kinda bossy.

[Nick] Some sardines,

a dollop of mayonnaise,

and just a dash of salt.

Now this stew
is so disgusting,

Nancy'll never ask me
to cook again.

Maybe someone
should test drive

the gross factor to make sure.

Let's blind,
paper, scissors for it.

Rock, paper, scissors, sh**t!

Aha! Aw...

Well, down the hatch.

[retches]

Excellent. This plan
is foolproof.

[pants] But if this is what's
for dinner,

ain't you gonna
have to eat it, too?

Oh... Right. Then I'll serve
Nance, this garbage

and I'll make a tasty stew

on the side
that only I'll eat.

That way, when she's spitting
it all out,

I'll be like, "Ooh, it tastes
pretty darn good to me."

Oh! Nick.
You're a dang, dang genius.

Almost there, Wayne.

Boy, I can't wait.

Do you think
he's ready, brother?

Haha, oh, yeah.
Let's blow this fella's mind.

All right, Wayne.

Welcome to the beating heart
of Big City...

Times Circle.

[traffic, sirens]

I bet you ain't seen
nothing like this before.

[Wayne] What kinda
dancing is that?

And check this out.

- [♪ jazz music playing]
- [Wayne] What kinda music is that?

And look at this.

[Wayne] What kinda
statue is that?

That's not a statue, Wayne.

[whispering] That's a man.

Ah! Uh...

Oh! Croblin photos!

[gasps] You must
take one, Wayne.

[Croblin] Well, hello there.

Do you want a photo?

[stammering]

[Croblin] Come on, now.
Don't be shy!

Say "Croblins"!

[cameras flashing]

We promised Wayne,
Big City excitement,

and we have delivered.

Yeah, he's loving it. Look!

- His legs are shaking...
- [cameras flashing]

- ...his heart's racing...
- [cameras flashing]

...and he's about to squeal
with glee!

[overwhelming city noises]

[photographer distorted, echoing]
Come on, now. Don't be shy.

Come on, smile.

You're having fun!

[hyperventilating]

Come on, guy.
[in normal voice] Lighten up.

[yelling]

Hey, you got to pay for these!

We may have overstimulated
his sheltered brain.

[both] Wayne, wait!

- [panting, yelling]
- Cash for gold?

- Gold for cash?
- No, no, no.

- Signs for sale.
- Aah!

[♪ smooth jazz playing]

[yelping]

- Aah!
- [tires screeching]

So, you think that was
a happy squeal or...

Wayne's freaking out!

Come on, brother.
We gotta catch up to him.

[grunts]

[Nick] And there.

[sniffs] Mmm.

This stew you're cooking
for yourself

smells so much better
than that

foulness you're gonna
have Nancy eat.

And them herbs is making
my mouth water.

Hey, no drooling
on the good grub.

Now the moment of truth,

the taste test.

[slurps] Mmm.

I've done a lot of things
in my life,

faked my own death,

outran a cop on a lawn mower,

fought a horse,

but I ain't never made food
this tasty.

I think something spicy
would really make this...

Mwah!

I got a bottle of hot sauce
with a picture of a donkey

sh**ting flames
out of his rear, back home.

Well, then let's giddy up.

[groaning]

Hey, hey, mister.

Have you seen a brown-haired
country boy?

Buck teeth. Kind of simple.

Looks like he's a few
kernels short of a cob.

Not me.

Brother, I can't find
Wayne anywhere.

[announcer] Attention.
Little Big City is now open

- for visitors--
- [Wayne fumbling, mumbling]

[both] Found him.

[employee] Ah, he's coming!
Oh, gosh. He's coming.

Sir, please stop! You're
destroying Little Big City!

A teeny tiny replica, complete
with moving cars

- and working traffic lights.
- What? What? Ah.

[mini citizen] Get outta here!

- Ugh. [panting]
- [boat whistles]

[yelling]

- [both grunting]
- No! Not like this.

[straining]

- [panting]
- Is he okay?

Why am I so big?

- Not okay.
- Definitely not.

And ever since, that method
of extracting hot sauce

is ill*gal nationwide.

That's great.

Oh, I can't wait to-- [gasps]

[burps]

Oh, hey, Dad.

- [bottle shatters]
- No.

You ate all my food?

Sorry, I was starving
and it smelled so good.

But... But... But...

What's the problem?

You made plenty.

[bubbling, fish gasping]

Yeah, but I ain't hungry.

Oh, I know what's
going on here.

- You do?
- Yep. Huh.

You're afraid to try
your own dish

'cause you think
you're a bad cook.

But you're not.

- No, that's not--
- [Nancy] See?

It's great, right?

- You should cook more often.
- [retching]

Look at you, acting like you
hate this delicious food

so you don't have to
cook more.

[retches] No, this is real.

Oh, sure it is. Congrats!

From now on, you're on
permanent dinner duty.

So when does Nancy
eat the bad stew?

- [straining]
- How do we get him down?

- I knew this day would come.
- [tiny airplane buzzing]

Go, get him,
teeny tiny air force.

[yelling]

- [expl*si*n]
- Oh, no!

I gotta get the teeny
tiny ambulance.

Ah jeez, we're just
freaking him out.

I have to calm him down.

Hey, Wayne,
you big bubba wubba.

[chuckles nervously]
How you doing up there?

[yelling]

Hey, hey, hey, shh. It's okay.

Pspspsps. I know you're scared
but look,

a little treat
for my little wild man.

That's it. Who's a good Wayne?

You are. You are.

Gah! The treat did not work.

[sighs] If only there was
something here

Wayne specifically
found soothing.

Huh! Look, Wayne, a train!

Yeah, you love
watching trains.

Huh?

[Cricket] Yeah, that's right.
Come on back to us.

[breathing slows]

Choo-Choo...

[sighs in relief] Here comes
the Pacific Express.

Right on schedule.

How nice.

Aw, you guys...

Need to go!

Well, Wayne, we brought you
to Big City so you could

experience some
real excitement.

And today was,
definitely real exciting.

Wait. Are you saying

I'm exciting?

And that the excitement I
thought only lived in Big City

has really been inside of me
the whole time?

If that's your takeaway,
works for me.

Let's get you home.

I just need to make
one quick stop.

[train rattles]

Whee!

♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪

♪ Lost a bet and got bit by
a hundred flies ♪

♪ I fell out a big ol' tree ♪

♪ Hit every branch
and scraped up both my knees ♪

♪ I got chased by dogs
Licked by a frog ♪

♪ Got a rash on my legs
Dropped a dozen eggs ♪

♪ I got splinters
in seven of ten ♪

♪ And tomorrow
I'll do it all again! ♪