02x09 - Pillow Fight Club

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[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! ♪

Oh!

Uh, hi, it's Chuck.

The invite said to bring a pillow
and a bag of candy for some reason.

[angry grunting]

[whimpering]

Hand over the passwords.

The-- The what?

Ahem!

Oh, candy equals password. Got it.

Secret code. So cool.

Passwords accepted.

Welcome to Pillow Fight Club.

[upbeat music]

[slow-motion groan]

[excited giggling]

[disguised voice]
Okay, recruits! Bring it in!

Congratulations.

You have been chosen as the newest members

of Camp Splinterwood's
most secret secret society.

For those of you who can keep the secret!

By keep, you mean, like,
keep in your circle of best friends or--

The first rule of Pillow Fight Club is
you do not talk about Pillow Fight Club.

That's-- Well, that's the only rule
of Pillow Fight Club.

Break it and you're out forever.

[gulps]

[disguised voice]
Now it's fight time!

Mask the recruits.

You, Butterfly Face,

you're up against the Feather Butcher.

Oh, that doesn't sound so--

[thundering footsteps]

[birds cheering]

-[growling]
-[gulps]

Psst! Chuck, it's me.

[gasps] b*mb!

You're the Feather Butcher?

[disguised voice]
Pillow fight!

[groans]

Just so we're clear,
are we hitting faces or--?

[whimpers]

Butcher wins again!

I'm so glad you're here.

[weak laughter]
Me too.

You've really been
in Pillow Fight Club all summer?

Yep, it helps me blow off steam
so I don't explode as much during the day.

Plus, it's really cool.

That's why I went through the surprisingly
complicated petition process

to have you invited.

You invited me? b*mb, I can't believe it.

This is amazing.

That's what friends are for.

No, I mean this iced tea is amazing.
What flavor is it?

Familiar.

Chuck, that's not-- Oh, never mind.

[disguised voice]
Tomorrow's password is popcorn.

And remember, not a word
about Pillow Fight Club to anyone!

Chuck, I know it's gonna be hard
to follow the rule.

But this is really important to me,
so pretty please don't blow it, okay?

Or we're both out.

You have my word
as a fellow pillow fighter, a friend,

and dare I say it, a brother.

I will not tell a soul. Not anyone.
Not Stella.

Not even Red.

[door opens]

-Hey, guys.
-What?! Nowhere. We didn't do anything!

-What's with all the questions, Red?!
-Uh, Chuck?

Can't a couple of guys
just walk into their cabin

without being interrogated?

If you must know, we were just at--

-[b*mb gasps]
-At a club.

A club?

Yeah. No, not a club. A fight.

I mean, not a fight. A night. A nightclub.

Hold on. There's a nightclub at camp?

-Uh…
-[whimpers]

And you didn't invite me?!

Uh…

that's because…

We wanted you to see it now
when there's a good crowd.

This is the nightclub? In the bathroom?

-[techno music plays]
-Whoa.

This is chicken amazing!

[mimics airhorn ]

[techno music playing]

So, you guys got any plans for tonight?

'Cause I was thinking we--
You okay there, Chuck?

[whimpering]

Yeah, he's fine. Aren't you, Chuck?

Pillow!

Did you say pillow?

He said, uh…

plowing!

Plowing.

That's right.

Mighty Eagle is leading
an agricultural, uh, seminar.

Uh, food fight?

-Food fight!
-Food fight!

[giggles] Oh man!

That was a crazy food fight, huh?

Yeah, I mean,
when I saw that stick of butter

fly straight towards b*mb's face--

Butter… fly… face.

Butterfly. Butterfly Face. Butterfly.

Okay, Chuck. Seriously, what's up?

Up? Nothing's up. What do you mean, up?
Everything is totally down, very down.

Yeah, down. Super down.
So down it's like underground.

Yeah, but not like
an underground secret society or anything.

Yeah, definitely not like that.

I mean, why would you even
bring that up unprompted, Chuck? Huh?

Red's right. You're acting super weird.
Weirder than normal.

Well, there's a perfectly
not weird explanation for that.

Which is?

Yeah. Which is?

Last night,
I needed to go to the bathroom,

so I stepped outside,
looked into the sky,

and saw a giant flying space whale!

It was singing its lonely whale song.

[high-pitched screeching]

A space whale? Seriously?

Tell us what's going on!

[whimpering]

Uh…

[sighs] The truth is--

-No! No! No! No!
-What the--?

[expl*si*n]

Aw man, Mighty Eagle.

Have you ever had to keep a secret?
It's the hardest thing ever.

I feel like I'm blowing it.
If I blow it, we're both out.

I can't do that to b*mb, but every fiber
in my being is going, "Just say it!"

But if I do, that breaks the rule
and I'll ruin everything, you know?

Wow, great talk, Mighty E. Thanks.
You've convinced me I can really do this.

-Sorry, dude. Are you talking to me?
-[rock music playing]

[whistle blowing]

Emergency meeting-- now!

We have reason to believe

that someone has broken
the first rule of Pillow Fight Club!

Well, I can tell you for sure it wasn't
anyone in this general region here.

And I'm super proud
of everyone in that general region.

Well, someone blabbed.

How else do you explain this?!

[both gasp]

I caught them trying to break in.

But I didn't tell anyone, I swear!

It's true! He didn't make a peep!

[sighs] Chuck, b*mb,
you didn't have to tell us.

I knew it. You can read minds!

No, dingus. We figured something was up
when you were acting so weird.

So we followed you and b*mb here.

Why didn't you just tell us
you were in a secret club

and we weren't allowed to come?

Uh, 'cause if we told you,
we'd get kicked out.

You know, the fact that
Chuck didn't just tell us immediately

is actually kind of impressive.

Thank you.

[disguised voice]
Silence!

I don't care how it happened.

The secret is out,

which means the Feather Butcher
and Butterfly Face are going to pay!

Uh, do we have to pay too?
'Cause I'm all out of cash--

Pillow pummel all of them!

[all shouting]

Wait, what's happening?

I don't know, but bring it on!

Ahh!

[grunts]

Uh… ha ha ha.

[angry shouting]

[Chuck screaming]

Ow! Ow! Ow!

[all gasp]

Yeah!

Yeah! Get 'em!

Ahh!

[whimpering]

Hold up. Lynette is the mysterious leader
of Pillow Fight Club?

I think they want some kind
of explanation, dear.

I don't think anyone wants to hear
how I started Pillow Fight Club

because watching children
pummel each other

while stuffing my face with snacks

is better than waiting
for the internet to load in this place.

So this whole time,
we've been pillow pummeling each other

for your entertainment?

But that's not what
Pillow Fight Club should be about.

Yeah, he's right.

We should be pummeling
for our entertainment.

-Yeah!
-I told you this was a bad idea, puddin'.

Ah!

I guess everything worked out great.

Next time, Chuck, no secrets, okay?

I'm gonna miss Pillow Fight Club.

Then there's only one thing to do!

Pillow fight!

Ahh!

[laughter and chatter]

[theme music playing]