03x40 - Ticking Crime b*mb
Posted: 02/29/24 15:46
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- (Playful laughter)
- I bet nobody's ever combined
Fizzy Gravel Candy and Rocket Soda.
- (Gasp) Is that Fizzy Gravel Candy
and Rocket Soda?
But you know we aren't supposed to put exploding treats
in our faces! Someone could get hurt!
CHEFFFF!
- Ugh, well, we better get rid of this evidence.
(Chugging)
(Exhales) Delicious.
I don't know what Owen was worried about.
(Glug, glug, glug) - I know, right?
As if soda and candy could ever hurt anybody.
(Violent whoosh)
Both: Ugh. Oohh. (Pained groans)
- Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Owen.
Rules exist for a reason
and if certain students don't start respecting our rules,
they won't be attending next week's field trip
to the Candy Museum.
- (Gasps, excited gasps)
CANDY MUSEUMMMMMMMMMM!
(Giggling)
I never thought I'd see the Royal Ragin' Raspberry Ring-O
in person!
(Holding back tears) It's a dream come true.
- It sure is, pal.
I just hope Izzy and Leshawna get to see it with us.
- Thanks for blabbing on us, Owen.
- You are VERY welcome!
I'd hate to see you head down the wrong path
and become crimey bad guys like...
The Jetsharks.
(Music sting) Both: The who?
Jaws Janetti: C'mon, Jetsharks.
Just cuz our leader got grounded fer life,
that don't mean we just stop bein' bad guys!
So who's got ideas?
- We could give candy to babies!
Wait, that doesn't sound right.
- Oh! We could fart in an elevator!
- That's gross. But not really 'bad'.
- Let's destroy the planet!
- Uh, Earth is where I keep my bicycle.
UGH. This group needs a new leader.
- Look at Owen! What a teacher's pet.
- Good boyyy, Owen! Who's a good boy?
That's right! Owen's a good boy!
- We oughta teach him a lesson
for sticking his nose into our rule-breaking.
- Yeah. Who's HE to judge who's good or bad!
- That's it, Izzy! We can teach Owen a lesson
by proving HE's a bad boy.
- But how can we do that?
- Oh, don't you worry about that.
I've got a plan...
Hey everybody, look at THIS!
My uncle just invented a talking hat
that'll tell you if you're good or bad!
- Really? - Cool!
- We're gonna get sued.
- Okay, who wants to go first?
Now testing... Bridgette!
- GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!
- Yay! That's the one I hoped for!
- Next up... HAROLD!
- I'm skeptical of the methodology behind this test.
How can a hat--
Izzy: GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!
- It works! Oh! The hat is for real!
- Hm. Testing Owen seems unnecessary, but--
- When choosing between right and wrong
I let my heart guide me.
Izzy: BAAAAAAAAD GUYYYYYYYYY!
(HORRIFIED GASPS)
- OH NO! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!
- Wow. I never would've guessed that.
- (Whimpers) I'm a good boy. RIGHT?!
- Maaayybe.
But I guess time will tell!
- (Sad sigh)
- That was awesome! - I know!
- When I was in the vents I only got bit by three rats!
- I was talking about Owen's face
when he found out he was "bad". - Oh yeah.
No, yeah, yeah, yeah. That was great.
And I made three new friends!
(Rat grumbles) (Leshawna screams)
- (Yawns) I'm ready for a big nap.
(Metallic squeak)
(Door slams) - Ohh, really guys?
- Sorry Owen, but if the hat was correct,
you're a ticking crime b*mb! - (Sad moan)
- (Yawns, waking moans)
Uh, everything okay, guys?
- You know the cookies are for everybody, Owen.
- And only at snack time!
- Of course, I know that. Why are you--
(Horrified gasp)
WHAT?! I didn't--
But the jars are--
(Nervous laugh) Did I?
How is that--
Ohhhhh nooo.
- I'm surprised by this, Owen.
I'm afraid I have to give you a...
(Dramatic echo and slow-mo) tiiiiime ouuuuut.
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
- Nooooooooo. (Crying)
- Hey Leshawna.
How long should we leave this can of soda
in the paint shaker? - Mmm.
Let's give it another minutes.
- Could I really be a bad guy? No!
We've done episodes of this show.
I've always been a good boy!
(Gasp) Soda is contraband!
I don't remember packing that.
But I also don't remember eating cookies during nap time.
I know! I'll bring it right to Chef!
That'll prove I AM a good guy!
Chef! Chef! Look what I--
- Owen! Soda isn't allowed at school!
- I know! That's why I--
- And aren't you supposed to be in time out?
What is with you today?
Well, to teach you a lesson,
I'm gonna dispose of this right now--
(MASSIVE expl*si*n)
(Car alarm sound)
- I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THIS TO YOU, OWEN.
BUT YOU'RE A BAD BOY! LIKE BAD BAD!
♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪
♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪
♪ Bad bad bad-- ♪ - (Crying)
(WILD SCREEEEEEEEEEAM)
(Ball thumps)
- I just wanted to let you girls know
you WILL be allowed to come on the Candy Museum field trip.
- Yes! - Thank you, Chef.
- Yep. Everyone's going... except for Owen.
(Both gasp)
- But, but, but Chef,
Owen wanted to see that big candy ring more than anyone!
- Yeah! And he isn't that bad.
Let him come on the trip, Chef. Please!
- Oh, this has nothing to do
with his questionable behaviour as of late.
He's not coming with us
because Owen doesn't go to school here anymore, see?
- (reads) "Dear Chef,
I don't want my badness to hurt my friends,
so my bad-self is leaving forever to be bad
with other bad guys?!" Both: Oh no.
- There might not BE a field trip to the Candy Museum. Look!
- Small human bad guys called The Jetsharks,
are attempting a daytime robbery at the Candy Museum.
Sources say, the group has been spurred on
by their new leader...
a mysterious, sturdy, possibly cyborg toddler
going by the name of Big Bad O.
- Yikes. I bet that kid's teacher is embarrassed.
- That's Owen!
- Uh... ya-ya can't always blame the teacher though.
- We have you surrounded, Jetsharks!
Come out with your sticky hands up!
Heh, get it? "Sticky"? Cause of the candy?
- STAY BACK! I'LL LICK IT!
DON'T MAKE ME LICK IT!
- Easy, Big Bad O. Stay calm.
- Hello! - Whoa! Where'd you come from?
Did you break through the police tape?!
- We thought it was a finish line.
I came in first.
- AND I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE RACING!
I think we can coax that Jetshark leader
out of the museum for you. - Awesome!
I'll get more coffee and donuts.
We're running dangerously low.
(Siren wails, engine roars)
(Tires squeal) - Bye, Police Lady!
- (Sighs) Um, hello?
Big Bad O?
- Leshawna? What are you doing here?
- Don't do this, Owen.
You're not really a bad boy.
- Wrong! The verdict's in.
I'm bad right down to my delicious nougat centre.
- No Owen, you don't understand.
It was Izzy and I.
We were angry at you and so we... we...
Chef: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, LESHAWNA?
Why are you on a Police bullhorn?
Are you making a startling revelation?
- Well... um...
I was saying that... see, Izzy and I, we...
Both: Hmm.
- Owen, just give yourself up
before somebody gets hurt, okay?
- Sorry, but bad boys do bad things.
And I ams what I ams!
(Crying) (Doors slam)
- You're a good friend, Leshawna,
but some kids are just born to be bad.
- Chef, I know Owen isn't bad...
we just used the hat to--
(Gasp) That's it! THE HAT!
- What are we doing?
We're not really criminals!
Deep down we're good kids!
- Speak for yourself, I'm bad!
The hat said so!
And THE HAT KNOWS!
The hat goes on and says good or bad
and that's what you are.
- What're you talking about? What hat?
- Huh?
- Here goes nothin'!
- Hey! This is the hat I was talking about! Watch!
Izzy: GOOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYY!
- WHAT? That's not what you said last time!
Izzy: Forget what I said before.
I made a mistake.
YOU'RE TOTALLY A GOOOOOD GUYYYYYYY!
- I'm... good?
I'm really good?!
(Doors crash)
- The cops are comin' in!
Let's get outta here! AAAH-HAAA!
Izzy: Owen! Be a good boy
and run back to school! GO!
- Will do, mystery hat!
- Phew! - Yeah, that was close.
But I think everything's gonna be ohhhh--
(Vent squeaks, crashes) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
OOF! (Coughing)
- HAAA! Caught'cha!
How sweet it is.
Get it? Sweet? Like candy?
Pretty good. Both: Crud.
- Good boy! What a good boooyy!
I'm so glad you didn't rob the museum
and came back to school.
Izzy and Leshawna knew you weren't bad!
That's why they--hey...
where are Izzy and Leshawna?
(Bars rattle and slam)
- How did this happen to us?
Hat: You deserve it. Baaad guysss!
Leshawna and Izzy: AAAAAAAAAAH!
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- (Playful laughter)
- I bet nobody's ever combined
Fizzy Gravel Candy and Rocket Soda.
- (Gasp) Is that Fizzy Gravel Candy
and Rocket Soda?
But you know we aren't supposed to put exploding treats
in our faces! Someone could get hurt!
CHEFFFF!
- Ugh, well, we better get rid of this evidence.
(Chugging)
(Exhales) Delicious.
I don't know what Owen was worried about.
(Glug, glug, glug) - I know, right?
As if soda and candy could ever hurt anybody.
(Violent whoosh)
Both: Ugh. Oohh. (Pained groans)
- Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Owen.
Rules exist for a reason
and if certain students don't start respecting our rules,
they won't be attending next week's field trip
to the Candy Museum.
- (Gasps, excited gasps)
CANDY MUSEUMMMMMMMMMM!
(Giggling)
I never thought I'd see the Royal Ragin' Raspberry Ring-O
in person!
(Holding back tears) It's a dream come true.
- It sure is, pal.
I just hope Izzy and Leshawna get to see it with us.
- Thanks for blabbing on us, Owen.
- You are VERY welcome!
I'd hate to see you head down the wrong path
and become crimey bad guys like...
The Jetsharks.
(Music sting) Both: The who?
Jaws Janetti: C'mon, Jetsharks.
Just cuz our leader got grounded fer life,
that don't mean we just stop bein' bad guys!
So who's got ideas?
- We could give candy to babies!
Wait, that doesn't sound right.
- Oh! We could fart in an elevator!
- That's gross. But not really 'bad'.
- Let's destroy the planet!
- Uh, Earth is where I keep my bicycle.
UGH. This group needs a new leader.
- Look at Owen! What a teacher's pet.
- Good boyyy, Owen! Who's a good boy?
That's right! Owen's a good boy!
- We oughta teach him a lesson
for sticking his nose into our rule-breaking.
- Yeah. Who's HE to judge who's good or bad!
- That's it, Izzy! We can teach Owen a lesson
by proving HE's a bad boy.
- But how can we do that?
- Oh, don't you worry about that.
I've got a plan...
Hey everybody, look at THIS!
My uncle just invented a talking hat
that'll tell you if you're good or bad!
- Really? - Cool!
- We're gonna get sued.
- Okay, who wants to go first?
Now testing... Bridgette!
- GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!
- Yay! That's the one I hoped for!
- Next up... HAROLD!
- I'm skeptical of the methodology behind this test.
How can a hat--
Izzy: GOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYYY!
- It works! Oh! The hat is for real!
- Hm. Testing Owen seems unnecessary, but--
- When choosing between right and wrong
I let my heart guide me.
Izzy: BAAAAAAAAD GUYYYYYYYYY!
(HORRIFIED GASPS)
- OH NO! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!
- Wow. I never would've guessed that.
- (Whimpers) I'm a good boy. RIGHT?!
- Maaayybe.
But I guess time will tell!
- (Sad sigh)
- That was awesome! - I know!
- When I was in the vents I only got bit by three rats!
- I was talking about Owen's face
when he found out he was "bad". - Oh yeah.
No, yeah, yeah, yeah. That was great.
And I made three new friends!
(Rat grumbles) (Leshawna screams)
- (Yawns) I'm ready for a big nap.
(Metallic squeak)
(Door slams) - Ohh, really guys?
- Sorry Owen, but if the hat was correct,
you're a ticking crime b*mb! - (Sad moan)
- (Yawns, waking moans)
Uh, everything okay, guys?
- You know the cookies are for everybody, Owen.
- And only at snack time!
- Of course, I know that. Why are you--
(Horrified gasp)
WHAT?! I didn't--
But the jars are--
(Nervous laugh) Did I?
How is that--
Ohhhhh nooo.
- I'm surprised by this, Owen.
I'm afraid I have to give you a...
(Dramatic echo and slow-mo) tiiiiime ouuuuut.
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
- Nooooooooo. (Crying)
- Hey Leshawna.
How long should we leave this can of soda
in the paint shaker? - Mmm.
Let's give it another minutes.
- Could I really be a bad guy? No!
We've done episodes of this show.
I've always been a good boy!
(Gasp) Soda is contraband!
I don't remember packing that.
But I also don't remember eating cookies during nap time.
I know! I'll bring it right to Chef!
That'll prove I AM a good guy!
Chef! Chef! Look what I--
- Owen! Soda isn't allowed at school!
- I know! That's why I--
- And aren't you supposed to be in time out?
What is with you today?
Well, to teach you a lesson,
I'm gonna dispose of this right now--
(MASSIVE expl*si*n)
(Car alarm sound)
- I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THIS TO YOU, OWEN.
BUT YOU'RE A BAD BOY! LIKE BAD BAD!
♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪
♪ Bad bad bad Bad bad bad ♪
♪ Bad bad bad-- ♪ - (Crying)
(WILD SCREEEEEEEEEEAM)
(Ball thumps)
- I just wanted to let you girls know
you WILL be allowed to come on the Candy Museum field trip.
- Yes! - Thank you, Chef.
- Yep. Everyone's going... except for Owen.
(Both gasp)
- But, but, but Chef,
Owen wanted to see that big candy ring more than anyone!
- Yeah! And he isn't that bad.
Let him come on the trip, Chef. Please!
- Oh, this has nothing to do
with his questionable behaviour as of late.
He's not coming with us
because Owen doesn't go to school here anymore, see?
- (reads) "Dear Chef,
I don't want my badness to hurt my friends,
so my bad-self is leaving forever to be bad
with other bad guys?!" Both: Oh no.
- There might not BE a field trip to the Candy Museum. Look!
- Small human bad guys called The Jetsharks,
are attempting a daytime robbery at the Candy Museum.
Sources say, the group has been spurred on
by their new leader...
a mysterious, sturdy, possibly cyborg toddler
going by the name of Big Bad O.
- Yikes. I bet that kid's teacher is embarrassed.
- That's Owen!
- Uh... ya-ya can't always blame the teacher though.
- We have you surrounded, Jetsharks!
Come out with your sticky hands up!
Heh, get it? "Sticky"? Cause of the candy?
- STAY BACK! I'LL LICK IT!
DON'T MAKE ME LICK IT!
- Easy, Big Bad O. Stay calm.
- Hello! - Whoa! Where'd you come from?
Did you break through the police tape?!
- We thought it was a finish line.
I came in first.
- AND I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE RACING!
I think we can coax that Jetshark leader
out of the museum for you. - Awesome!
I'll get more coffee and donuts.
We're running dangerously low.
(Siren wails, engine roars)
(Tires squeal) - Bye, Police Lady!
- (Sighs) Um, hello?
Big Bad O?
- Leshawna? What are you doing here?
- Don't do this, Owen.
You're not really a bad boy.
- Wrong! The verdict's in.
I'm bad right down to my delicious nougat centre.
- No Owen, you don't understand.
It was Izzy and I.
We were angry at you and so we... we...
Chef: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, LESHAWNA?
Why are you on a Police bullhorn?
Are you making a startling revelation?
- Well... um...
I was saying that... see, Izzy and I, we...
Both: Hmm.
- Owen, just give yourself up
before somebody gets hurt, okay?
- Sorry, but bad boys do bad things.
And I ams what I ams!
(Crying) (Doors slam)
- You're a good friend, Leshawna,
but some kids are just born to be bad.
- Chef, I know Owen isn't bad...
we just used the hat to--
(Gasp) That's it! THE HAT!
- What are we doing?
We're not really criminals!
Deep down we're good kids!
- Speak for yourself, I'm bad!
The hat said so!
And THE HAT KNOWS!
The hat goes on and says good or bad
and that's what you are.
- What're you talking about? What hat?
- Huh?
- Here goes nothin'!
- Hey! This is the hat I was talking about! Watch!
Izzy: GOOOOOOOD GUYYYYYYYY!
- WHAT? That's not what you said last time!
Izzy: Forget what I said before.
I made a mistake.
YOU'RE TOTALLY A GOOOOOD GUYYYYYYY!
- I'm... good?
I'm really good?!
(Doors crash)
- The cops are comin' in!
Let's get outta here! AAAH-HAAA!
Izzy: Owen! Be a good boy
and run back to school! GO!
- Will do, mystery hat!
- Phew! - Yeah, that was close.
But I think everything's gonna be ohhhh--
(Vent squeaks, crashes) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
OOF! (Coughing)
- HAAA! Caught'cha!
How sweet it is.
Get it? Sweet? Like candy?
Pretty good. Both: Crud.
- Good boy! What a good boooyy!
I'm so glad you didn't rob the museum
and came back to school.
Izzy and Leshawna knew you weren't bad!
That's why they--hey...
where are Izzy and Leshawna?
(Bars rattle and slam)
- How did this happen to us?
Hat: You deserve it. Baaad guysss!
Leshawna and Izzy: AAAAAAAAAAH!
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