02x03 - Chuck-in-a-Box

[bunniefuu]

[whistling]

♪ Camp Splinterwood
Our summer home ♪

♪ For catapulting!
Slingshotting! Getting thrown! ♪

♪ Campers rocket through the trees ♪

♪ Cannonballing where they please ♪

♪ Zipping in the air ♪

♪ Crashing everywhere ♪

♪ Archery, dodge-bird, Borb tennis ♪

♪ It's absurd! ♪

♪ Here they come!
Red, Stella, b*mb, and Chuck ♪

♪ Flying fast
Look out, duck! ♪

♪ All your life
You'll be glad you had this ♪

♪ Angry Birds Summer Madness! ♪

b*mb.

b*mb.

b*mb.

b*mb.

-[groans]
-Sorry, b*mb.

Sure you don't wanna come play
basketbird with us?

No, thank you.

Today, I am treating myself

to a peaceful day of quiet relaxation.

Oh, okay.

[exhales sharply]

-See ya later, b*mb!
-[gasps]

Oh, sorry.
[whispers] See ya later, b*mb.

[inhales sharply]
b*mb-b-b-b-b-b.

-[shrieks]
-[bang]

[panting]

[breathing heavily]

Uh, what's going on?

[breathing heavily continues]

[stammering]
Okay, I'm gonna need this.

[b*mb] Chuck?

I'll definitely need this!

I'm gonna tell your mom!

[zipping]

[grunting]

Chuck, what's going on?!

I have a problem! A big problem!

What kind of problem?

-You'll help me, right, buddy?
-Of course, whatever I can do.

Okay, okay, no time to explain!
I did something really, really bad.

And I have to lay low until it blows over!

Two hours should do it.

[clock ticking]

Here's what I want you to do.

You can't tell anyone, okay?

Okay, yes! Yes! I promise!

Okay, here it is.

Do not let anything happen to this box!

Uh, I don't know, Chuck.

Sounds like you should ask Red or Stella.

I'll go get them.

There's no time!

Trust me.
You're the only one for the job.

Except maybe Jerry.

But he's coming with me.

Remember, I'm counting on you.

[high-pitched groaning]

I can't do this.
What if something went wrong?

I mean, if anything happened to the box,
I couldn't live with myself.

Ah! Oh, no.

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

I gotta find it!

[whistling]

[suspenseful music on TV]

[screams]

Harold, you Bundt cake!

You scared the ka-jungles out of me.

Sorry, dear.

I got all the outgoing mail
from the cabins and I was gonna--

You're blocking the telly!
The monster's about to strike!

Alrighty-roo!
I'll go check for more mail in the back.

[spooky noises]

Huh?

Harold? This isn't funny!

-[scat singing]
-[music playing on headphones]

Yeah!

Oh, yeah! This is my jam!

What the…?!

[screams]

[munching]

[exclaiming]

Sorry!
[panting]

-[crash]
-[b*mb] Sorry!

-[bouncing continues]
-[quaking]

[shouting]

[grunting]

Oh, no! What do I do? What do I do?

What would Red do? He'd, uh, get angry!

I can do that!

[straining]

Oh! This isn't working!

Okay, plan B!

-[shouts]
-Ah! Don't hit that box!

Or my face. Please?

Doesn't anyone knock anymore?!

Sorry. Just please don't hit the box.

-What? Why not?
-Because, uh, you know, v*olence is bad.

And one time, when I was a hatchling,
I, uh, I smashed a box.

Then later I stubbed my toe real bad.

Has that happened to you?
[dry chuckle]

Are you all right?

Uh, I'm fine! How are you?

You're being weird.

I'm going to smash this box now.

No! Don't do that!

I'll do whatever I want!

-Oh! Where'd it go?!
-[screams]

It's on the loose! Harold!

[wheels squeaking]

Uh, good talk.
We should do this again sometime.

Okay, bye!

Ah! Don't leave me! Come back!

[shivering]

No, wait! [grunts]

Did you have something you needed to mail?

Uh, yeah, me!

[screaming]

Um, hello? Your move.

Wow! Good move!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[both grunt]

-[laughing] Whoo!
-All right!

b*mb is really missing out.

I wonder how his relaxation time is going.

[b*mb screaming]

[grunting]

Stop! Oh, no!

Ah! Checkmate!

[b*mb screaming]

[grunting]

That's it. Remember to keep
your core tight and breathe.

One, two. One, two.

[sizzling]

-What is it?
-I don't know, but it's smoking.

Sweet corn succotash
coming right up, Jerry!

-It's ticking!
-Ticking and smoking.

[grunting]

-Oh, hey.
-What do you think it is?

-I'm b*mb.
-It's a b*mb?!

It's gonna blow!

[all shouting]

No!

-You take it!
-No, you take it!

Get it outta here!

Uh, gotta do something. Think, b*mb.

What would Stella do?

Parkour off that cannon!

[grunting, panting]

Help is on the way, Chuck!

Ah!

-[clock ticking]
-[humming]

Al… most… there!

Gotcha!

[b*mb screaming]

[exhales sharply] That was close.

Okay, guys. Let's get back to working
on those pork bellies!

One, two! One, two!

[pinball dinging]

[exclaiming] Oh, no!

-[clock ticking]
-[snoring]

You think b*mb's done being all zen?
And where's Chuck?

[b*mb screaming in distance]

No! Chuck! Wait!

[gasps]

No!

[alarm ringing]

Time's up!
Well, I'm glad I dodged that b*llet.

[mutters]

b*mb, why are you running?
And why am I whitewater rafting?

Ooh, is that a waterfall?

Chuck, I tried to be like Red
and get the box back from Lynette.

Then I tried to be like--

[grunts] Ow…

Like Stella and be all parkour
and save the box from the pigs.

But I messed it up!

It doesn't matter
what Stella or Red would do!

You have to ask yourself
what b*mb would do!

Nice! Very b*mb of you!

Thanks!

So, uh, now what?

Huh, I don't know.

I just didn't want you to plummet
off the waterfall all by yourself.

Aw, that's the sweetest,
stupidest thing I've ever heard.

[both screaming]

Oh, wait!

Ooh!

We'll use this umbrella and towel
to create a makeshift hang glider!

Yeah, that's great!

Or let's use this actual hang glider
that you packed.

Even better!

See? What would I do without you, buddy?

[both exclaiming]

[both grunting]

We made it!

Oh, barely!

b*mb, I had you watch the box

because I knew you'd never stop
trying to keep it safe,

and that's exactly what you did!

Thanks, Chuck! So…

What was the really,
really bad thing you did?

Oh, I put a "kick me" sign on myself.

-Huh?
-I had to lay low so nobody would kick me.

So we just…

After all that…

I hate you.

[crash]

Wow, b*mb's really getting
into this whole relaxation thing, huh?

[b*mb snoring]

[theme music playing]