02x45 - Duncan Duty

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(Door slams) - (Heavy sigh)

Well, here goes another day of my miserable life.

Huh. Why's the front door open?

I better get in there and check on the kids!

OOF! (Pained grunts)

Who'd brick up the door and paint it to look like--

DUNCAN?!

- Chef! Oh no.

I heard someone was gonna play a prank on you.

I was coming to warn you!

I guess I was too late! Shucks.

- (Low growl)

- I'm so thirsty maybe a little-- AHH!

Chef! The sink is sh**ting flames!

- Did you turn the sink into a flamethrower?

- Maybe. But can you prove it?

- Um... - No?

Then I guess we're done here.

- (Low growl)

- (Gasps) Teeter totter burger!

(Rope whooshes)

AAAAAAAAAAH!!

(Hard thud) OOF!

Owww.

- Owen are you okay?!

- No, but it was worth it.

- Oh no.

Who would do such a bad thing?

- My guess... is you.

- But you can't issue a timeout on a hunch,

that would be wrong.

Later. - (Low growl)

Really? A trail of banana peels? (Effort grunt)

Were you hoping I wouldn't notice?

- Huh? Oh. No, those aren't mine.

- Uh-huh. Whose are they then?

- I dunno. Maybe... his?

- (Gasps)

Guhhh-Good gorilla?

(Fighting sounds, Chef screams, Gorilla roars)

- (Panting)

(Pounding sounds)

- I know you did this.

One day I'll catch you in the act

and your pranking days will be over.

- Even if I am the one doing these awesome, awesome things,

you'll never catch me.

Face it, bro, you can't watch me /.

- (Growls) He's right!

But maybe I don't need to watch him /.

There are plenty of eyes that aren't mine.

Yeah, Chef, you're a smart, smart man.

- (Gorilla roars) - Ahhh!

How did I forget you were inhere?!

(Chef screams, fighting sounds)

I need someone on the inside.

Someone who knows Duncan's moves.

Will you help?

- Chef, I'm insulted.

I would never betray a friend.

For free.

- Oh I gotch'you.

How about every time you rat out Duncan you get...

a carton of chocolate milk?

- That's the good stuff!

- Deal? - Deal.

- Jab, jab!

Hehe, I love playing with fire ants!

- (Cackles) It's acorn time!

This is gonna be so great. Hee heeeee...

Hi, Cody. If you wanna squirrel butt say what.

- What?

HEY!

(Curious chatter) - AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Ahhh! Squirrelly butt! HELP!

I got the snibbly squirrelly butt!

- Yeah, this is gonna be hilarious on so many levels.

- Milkman? This is Deep Nostril, over.

- Talk to me, Deep Nostril. Over.

- We've got a squirrel butt going down in the playground!

I repeat, a squirrel butt in the playground! Over.

- (Cackles)

- Squirrel butt?! Not on my watch!

You're BUSTED!

- WHAT?! But-but-how did you know?! I--

Is that red toenail polish?

- NO! It's vibrant cherry!

Maybe you can learn the difference

at the timeout table!

Now, get! - Aw, man!

(Squirrels chatter) - (Grunts) Ow!

- Here. You earned it.

- Chef? This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

(Beth chugs) (Duncan screaming)

Duncan: (Evil snicker)

- BUSTED! Timeout time!

- (Evil snicker)

- BUSTED! Another timeout!

- Okay. Time for a classic air plane landing

in your backyard prank.

C'mon, I need this.

(Plane engine whooshes)

- That doesn't look like an airport to me.

But the lights never lie!

- YES! Come to papa...

- BUSTED! Gimme those.

Buzz off, plane.

Pilot: Aw, not again. (Plane engine whooshes)

- NO! COME BACK!

- Heheh, better luck next time.

You know where to go! Get!

- (Chugging) Being a rat is hard work,

but I do love me some chocolate milk.

I think I'll earn me another.

Just gotta wait for Duncan to do something bad.

Any second now.

Oh come on. Do something.

Cody: This cake's so tall I can't see where I'm going.

Hope I don't trip.

- Oh yeah, here it comes.

Huh?!

- Ugh man. My underwear's sticking way out

of the back of my pants.

- There's no chance

Duncan lets that wedgie walk by unwedgied.

Okay, I better make sure he's still breathing.

Hey there, Duncan?

Feel like... being bad?

- Why bother?

I don't know how but Chef seems to know my every move.

My pranking days are over.

- What?! No!

If you stop being bad

Mama doesn't get her brown moo juice! (Gasps)

- Brown moo juice?

(Gasps) You've been ratting me out to Chef

in exchange for chocolate milk?!

- I would never! Except I have been.

So... yes. Are you mad at me?

- (Building angry growl)

- I'll take this as a "maybe"?

- (Angry growl)

WAIT. Why get mad when you can get even?

- I'm listening.

The heat's getting too hot out there, Chef,

real hot, ya see?

It's my sweet neck on the line, and this canary's done singing

'cause the milk don't drink like it used to.

- Yeah, I didn't follow a word of that.

- If you want me to keep blabbing

I need two cartons of chocolate milk.

- (Sigh) This is getting expensive.

But I got Duncan on the ropes, can't turn back now.

- Hmm...

(Knuckles cr*ck)

- Skunk in a lunch box, busted!

- Piranha water, busted!

(Rope whooshes, engine roars)

- WAAAAAAAH!

OOF! OOF!

(Hard thud)

- Cody air show. Busted!

Could've busted you sooner,

but that was surprisingly entertaining.

Biggest haul yet! Enjoy!

- Oh, we will. (Effort grunt)

- Whoa-whoa. Wait a second. We?

- Um, I mean the royal WE.

As in me. Alone.

I'm not sharing them if that's what you're thinking!

- Well, no reason to question any of that exchange.

(Slurping)

- Ahhh. Getting busted never tasted so good.

(Gulping, belching)

- I have to cut costs and add more quantity.

- Yeah, you keep drinkin' that chocolate syrup, Daisy!

As long as I'm playing Duncan

instead of getting played BY Duncan,

we're doing this.

(Playful cheering, laughing)

- Why are they--

I'm being played? - Mhm. Mhm.

- Well nuh-uh.

There are more eyes where those came from.

There's some no good no-goodery in this school.

And none of it's good!

Plenty a'tales worth a' tattlin'.

All I need's the right tattle tales to tattle the tales.

Are you with me?!

- Don't worry, you can count on us.

- But it'll cost you.

- Five cartons each time. Five.

- FIVE?! - (Worried moo)

- (Grumbles) Fiiiine.

- (Playful laughing)

- I'm getting played, AGAIN?!

Daisy: (Worried moo)

- Oh, don't you gimme that!

This is as much your fault as it is mine!

Daisy: (Moos)

(Splashing)

- Wooo, chocolate milk slide!

Woohoo!

- (Slurping)

- This is the life. And it's so easy!

- Yeah. Too easy. - What's your deal?

We're getting more moo juice than ever for doing even less.

- (Sigh) Yeah. But I miss the life.

I wanna actually do pranks.

I miss the chase. The screams. The laughter.

Ha. Well, my laughter.

- Duncan. Babe. Listen.

If you change the game now, the milk runs dry.

Just stick with the plan. Capiche?!

Chef: Gotta admit, I never thought it would be you and I

reaching an agreement here.

- (Sigh) I tried the easy life, Chef. It's not for me.

I'd rather risk getting caught pulling a prank

than be rewarded for never even trying.

- Yeah. There's the Duncan I know.

- (Groans)

- So here's the deal.

There will be no more chocolate milk.

Duncan will go back to pranking.

And I'll go back to trying to stop him.

- And failing. - (Groans)

- You haven't thought this through, Chef!

You'll never catch him on your own!

You need us! NEED US.

- The deal is over, Beth.

And I think you'll find I've upped my game

so Duncan won't be getting away with things the way he used--

Duncan? Duncan: (Evil snicker)

- No no no no no no no no!

Duncan, NO!

- For my first prank back,

let's see what happens when I crank this baby

to full blast.

(Rumbling, rattling)

(Sucking sound)

(Whooshing, splashing)

- Duncan! You're goin' straight to the timeout corner!

- I've missed this.

- Yeah, me too.

- (MOO)

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