01x19 - The Purple Jacket

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[ringing]

[exciting music]

- Hmm? Ha ha!

[grunting]
Huah! Huhh!

Huah! Haah!

[background chatter]

Hmm...
- Bleh.

- Ha ha h*!

Psst! April!

- [gasps]
- Whoa!

Oh, no, no, ooh!

- Hi, Donnie.
Thanks for coming.

- No probbles.
I love this place.

[inhales] Smells like learning
and puberty!

So, what do you need
help with?

- My computer science project.
Just need you to check the code

to make sure I haven't
missed anything.

- Ah! You don't know
how lucky you are

to be in school, April,

surrounded
by true intellectuals,

scholars after my own heart,

resplendent in gorgeous
purple satin jackets--

Wait!

What?! Purple satin jackets?

The shimmering sheen,
the exquisite violet hue,

the silkiness of the fabric!

It has everything I love,

and even things
I didn't know I loved yet--

- Donnie, if you drool
in here,

something's
gonna short-circuit.

- They must be the kings
and queens of high school.

- The Purple Dragons
tech club?

Yeah,
if by kings and queens,

you mean stuck-up jerks

who think they're smarter
than everyone else.

- Oh, that's what I was
hoping you'd say!

- Okay, let's run
the Nakamura simulation.

Try not to get caught
this time.

[electronic warbling]

- Ha! I'm in!

I bypassed
the security protocols.

- Nice work, Jase!
Nice work.

Let's take him down
a peg.

- You got it, chief.

- I have an irrational
fear of dogs!

[dogs barking]
Aaah!

[laughter]

[scream fades away]

- Oh, my gosh,
did you see that?

- What?
That wack high-five?

- Nay, fair April.
A secret five

evocative of the golden
ratios of the cosmos.

Superior minds,
glorious jackets--

April, I am joining this club.

- You what now?

- Greetings, tech enthusiasts.

I'd like to introduce you

to the newest member
of your club--

wait for it, here it comes--
it's me.

[snap]
- Aah!

- Uh-huh. April,
that's your name, right?

- You've known me since
kindergarten, Kendra.

- Uh-huh. Who's this guy,
and why does he look like mold?

- [sighs]
Jeremy, Jason, Kendra,

this my friend, Don--

- Othello Von Ryan--

maker...coder...

artisan.

I am ready to join
your esteemed collective,

and with regard to purple
jackets, I am a medium.

Yeoooooow!

- Sorry, Von Ryan,
but to join this group,

you gotta bring
something to the table.

So...buh-bye.

- Prepare to be...
Von Ryaned.

-Wow! It's the granddaddy
of all multi-tools!

- Okay, it's not bad.

What else ya got?

- Come on!

You don't have to
impress these fools.

- That's what people say
when they don't have

anything impressive...
like this!

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[exclamations]

[clang]

[power down thrum]

- [gasps] Sweeeet!

So, how do these things
communicate?

Is it a microwave transceiver?

- With class C
encryption protocols.

- Oh...my...fave!

I know class C inside and out.

- Can the bromance.

Von Ryan...

You're in.

Quit smiling, Jase.

You're still low man
on the totem pole.

- Aw!

[mystical music]

- [gasps]

[epic music]

♪ ♪

Yes! Be honest, April.

Do I look fantastic
or superbly fantastic?!

- You look like you dropped
a juice box in the laundry.

[beeping]

- Oh, hey, guys.
What's the haps?

Huh? Oh--Oh, this?

I didn't realize
I had it on.

This is my sweet new
purple satin jacket.

- Yep.
- Got it for being

a bit of a tech wiz.
- That's nice.

- Purple Dragons, members only.
No big deal. Mm-hmm.

Well, you better grab
some toast, fellas,

'cause you are all jelly!

[door slides shut]

- Oh!
- Awww!

- The nerve of that guy!

- Who brings something
that beautiful

into a place like this?
- I would give up

every red bandana
to feel the silky smoothness

of that purple satin
on my skin!

- [yawns]

[hydraulics hiss]

[thunk]

Ahhhhh....

Ha ha!

[energetic music]

♪ ♪

[snoring]
[continuous beeping]

[beeping]

[ominous music]

[snoring continues]

- What? Oh, no!

Ah! Oh, no, no, no!

Aaaaah!

[gasps]

Aw...
[phone buzzing]

Yes?
- Donnie, go turn on the news.

- The "Teen Tech Bandits"
are on a "hard drive"

to "ram" their way
into electronics stores,

leaving police
a "tera-bit" confused.

- No, no, no!
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!

- Hey, buddy.

[slurping]

Trouble sleeping?

- What's with the
interrogation, Leo?

Everything's fine, I said!

[grunts/groans]

- [slurping]

- My babies!

Oh, those satin-wrapped
punks!

- [panting] I warned you
about those guys!

- You said they were
full of themselves,

not that they were
criminal masterminds,

so in a small sense,
this is entirely your fault.

- First of all, no,
and second,

what kind of criminal
masterminds

just rob electronic stores?

- Maybe they just need
equipment for a bigger job.

- You mean like the one
they were practicing

on that VR simulator?
The Nakamura vault?

- No, that's a real company!
Nakamura computer chips

are in like every computer
in the country!

Let's go.

[April groans]

[clank]

[wind howls]

- How are we gonna
get up there with no tech?

- Old-school.

[rraaarr]

Jazz hands!

[dynamic music]

Ah--
[music stops]

- Come on. Plan B.

[metal scraping]

♪ ♪

- The main server!
We download the source code,

and we'll be able to hack
any computer in the world!

- [growls]

[dynamic music]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

- Oh, come on!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Ah...ahh.

Okay, nerds.
I want my stuff back!

- I got the code!
Let's go!

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

- End of the line, buddy-o!

April, heads up!

[whack]
- Aah!

The code!
- Got it!

- Never betray...
Othello Von Ryan!

Grab the tech!

I'll tether myself
to your jetpack!

- Wait--what?!

♪ ♪

How do you fly this thing?!

- Everyone's got
their own style.

Just do what comes natural.

- What comes natural
is not flying!

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah!

- Whoo!
- Aah!

♪ ♪

[both screaming]

- I think I broke
your jetpack.

- No probbles.
I got this!

- Not so fast, Von Ryan.

- Oh--Hey--Oh--Stop!

Override! Override!

Alpha Bootyyyshaker9000!
Three Ys.

- Well, Von Ryan,
looks like you're outta luck.

- [grunts, groans]

- I'd love to spend all night

beating you up
with your own tech,

but I've got
a global bank to hack.

Buh-bye.
[kiss]

- Heads up, Donnie!

- Those rotors.

The reason I never wear
a jacket

is that I'm terrified
it would get caught in them.

- How 'bout using
a jacket to block those rotors?

- Exactly!
Give me yours.

- What? No!
Use your own jacket!

- Gah! You know,
even though this whole thing

was your fault, April,
I guess it is up to me

to solve it.
- Ooh, we are gonna

have a talk!

[thoughtful music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Fare thee well,
my synthetic darling.

I hardly knew ye,
but parting is such sweet--

- Just do it!
- Okay.

[dramatic timpani]

[uplifting music]

♪ ♪

- [chortling]

[screaming]

Whoa-oa-oa-ohh--

Uhh!

- Sorry, Kendra.

Look like your computer's--

Wait for it,
wait for it--

crashed!

Bam! I should write
for the news!

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Alas, a classic tale
of a well-meaning loner

who just couldn't fit in with
a band of well-dressed crooks.

- That's okay, Donnie.
You'll always be

in the April O'Neil
Dorky Pals for Life Club.

- Thanks, April.
- No matter how stupid

you dress.

[sirens whooping]

- Hey, you wanna help me

get this stuff back
to the lair?

- I say yes to you
way too often.

[brakes screech]
[crash]