- Mika, come out
from under the blanket.
- No!
- I had chili for lunch.
I'll get her out.
Dutch oven coming in hot!
- [shrieks]
Okay, I'm out, I'm out!
- Oh, I am out too.
[laughs]
That one was
a biological w*apon.
So what's going on anyway?
Why you hiding
under a space blanket?
- She lost a front-of-school,
golden mic,
front-of-the-line,
minor riff-off.
- To Sissy Kranz!
- Okay, I understand like 3
of the 18 words you just said.
- Sissy Kranz is the worst!
- Sissy Kranz
is Mika's nemesis.
- 'Cause she's the worst!
- Sissy Kranz gets
the best grades,
wears the most expensive
clothes,
and is the most popular girl
in our school.
- 'Cause she's the worst!
- Mika can't stand her.
- 'Cause she's the worst!
- Uh-huh, and what exactly is
a riff-off?
- You know, Chapa asked the
same question earlier today.
- Great question, Chapa.
[students chanting]
A riff-off is
when two mortal enemies
decide to settle it
once and for all
by trying to sing better
than the other person.
- Cool.
- You're darn right there
are stakes to this fight.
- Loser has to carry
the winner's books for a week.
- And Sissy has a lot of books.
- How do you even win
at singing?
There's no scoreboard.
- When you feel that chill
in your spine, you'll know.
- Plus, the crowd will go,
"Oh!"
- Yeah, they'll be like, "Oh!"
- Oh!
- I'm not doing that.
all: Oh!
- You're going down, Sissy!
I could not have been
more wrong about riff-offs.
- That's a whistle tone.
[tense music]
- Okay, girl.
Hit that whistle tone.
Wait, if you'll try
to whistle tone,
you'll end up super-screaming,
and everyone here will know
you're secretly a superhero.
If they survive the blast.
- But I'm Mika!
I need to win everything.
And look at Sissy's stupid,
beautiful face.
I'll just back off a little.
I got this, no problem.
[shrieks]
Don't look at me!
- [grunts]
So what happened?
I thought
you could whistle tone.
- I can, but I knew
if I hit that high note,
I'd super-scream,
and everyone would know
I'm secretly ShoutOut.
- I knew you could have won.
- Yeah, well, I didn't,
so now I have to carry
that stupid Sissy Kranz's books
all week,
and oh, my God, Ray, you need
to call the butt doctor!
- I know, all right,
Little Miss I've Never Farted?
Besides,
this one wasn't me, okay?
It's all that garbage
over there.
Miles, could you do me a favor
and take it down
to the Abyss for me?
- I got it, boss.
Wait, what's the Abyss?
- Probably the result
of something reckless.
- Okay, look,
I let Schwoz rip a hole
in the space-time continuum
for his birthday,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
Now it's the room
where I throw my trash
because some people won't let
me sh**t it into space!
- Your last trash rocket
took out an internet satellite,
and we were
without our phones for a week.
- Oh, you kids are
on your phones too much anyway.
[farting]
- Oh, okay, that is you!
- That absolutely was me.
Oh, man, I'm gonna call
the butt doctor right now.
Hey, Seymour!
- Stop!
What is your problem?
- Cómo está, baby?
- What did I do to you?
[upbeat music]
- Oh, so worth it.
- Hey, Schwoz,
whatcha doing, man?
- Checking my new jacket,
you like it?
- Is Olivia Rodrigo a Pisces?
both: She sure is!
[laughter]
- Yah.
- You like that jacket?
I can get you one.
- Dude!
Where the hole
did you come from?
- Why, this hole right here.
The name's Ricardo.
- I'm Miles.
- Oh, I know.
So what'll it be,
gold jacket, gold watch?
Something not gold
but still impressive?
- I'm not
into material possessions.
- A man more focused
on the greater good
than his own need!
Respect.
Anyone else in your life
who could use a little boost?
- My sister, Mika.
- Go on.
- I just wish
she could sing high notes
without activating
her superpower.
That way, she can b*at Sissy
in a riff-off.
- I can do that.
- How?
- It's just what I do.
- And this is free?
- We'll get to the fee.
- How did you know?
- I'm Ricardo!
- What? Hold on.
Okay, wait, wait, wait.
My soul?
What even is it?
- And when she sings,
you swear she won't shout?
- Now, about this soul thing--
- That ain't no thing, baby.
It's not that deep.
- On the dotted line.
Initial here.
- Okay.
- And here.
- All right-a-rooney.
- Put the date here.
- The date?
- It's the 8th.
- Okay.
Hey, can I keep this quill?
- [laughs]
No.
[dramatic music]
[upbeat music]
- [grunts]
I guess this is my life now.
- Ugh, you're carrying
too slow!
both: Mika.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
She's a riff-off loser,
and she has
to carry my books herself.
- It's true.
That's riff-off law.
- [dramatically]
Riff-off law.
- Put down those books, Mika.
- She can't.
It's riff-off law.
- [dramatically]
Riff-off law.
- She wants a rematch.
- [gasps]
- That's right.
And you have to say yes.
It's riff-off law.
- [dramatically]
Riff-off law.
- Some help here.
Oh, thank you.
- Got you.
[tense music]
- What are you doing?
You know I can't hit
that whistle tone
without triggering
my superpower.
- You can do this.
Twin code.
[students chanting]
- Loser goes first.
- Riff-off law.
Here comes the whistle tone.
all: Oh!
[cheering]
- Mika wins!
You just got
your face riffed-off!
- [sobbing]
- Oh, my God, I did it!
- Victory selfie!
all: Mika, Mika,
Mika, Mika, Mika!
- Yeah!
all: Mika, Mika,
Mika, Mika, Mika!
Mika, Mika, Mika!
- That's weird.
I'm not usually see-through.
Oh, well.
I'm sure it has nothing
to do with me selling my soul.
Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika!
- Nothing indeed.
[upbeat music]
- It all just
kind of happened.
[overlapping chatter]
You get all that?
[vocalizing]
- We look amazing.
- You've been posing for hours.
[all shouting at once]
- That's right,
keep walking, Schwoz.
Keep walking.
[upbeat music]
- Huh, look at how
many pockets this thing has.
- I pay you
like 8 bucks an hour.
How did you afford that jacket?
- [sing-song]
I'll never tell.
- As your lord and boss,
I demand
you give me that jacket.
- [mockingly]
As your lord and boss,
I demand
you give me that jacket.
- You're gonna die, Schwoz!
Give me the jacket!
Give me the jacket!
Give me that!
Give me that jacket!
Give--
- Hey!
- But you can make Sissy do
anything you want.
- Yeah, you should make her do
your laundry.
Ooh, better idea, my laundry.
- You should make her find
my birth dad.
- Those are both
great suggestions,
but your dad's gonna
come back someday,
and I just booked a gig at
Kary-Oh-De-Lay-Hee-Hoo tonight.
I'm making Sissy be
my backup singer.
- I warmed the jacket
up for you.
- Wait a minute, you're
gonna lend her the jacket?
- Yeah, she's got a gig.
- This jacket's
gonna look great
at Kary-Oh-De-Lay-Hee-Hoo.
- Keep an eye out
for my birth dad.
- [clicks tongue]
[tense music]
- [grunts]
Oh, there's my sister,
the riff-inator!
- [laughs]
You okay?
Oh, yeah, I'm just
a little tired, champ.
- Ooh, okay.
You don't seem right,
and normally,
I'd stick around
to find out why,
but I'm off to my gig--
wish me luck.
Just kidding, I don't need it.
Bye!
- Afternoon, colleagues.
[groans]
- You alive?
- [coughs]
- That's a yes!
That is a yes.
If anyone needs me, I'll be
out shopping for a gold jacket.
- Did you steal someone else's
clothes?
- If I tell you guys a secret,
will you promise not to tell me
I'm an idiot?
- Sure.
- No judgment, bro.
- Yeah, we're family, man.
- The other day,
down in the Abyss,
I met this guy named Ricardo,
and I sold him my soul.
all: You idiot!
- Hey!
Schwoz sold his soul
for that gold jacket.
- No, I just traded
some nacho balls for it.
- Dude, why did you
sell him your soul?
- Because I wanted
to help my sister.
- You could have gotten
the same thing
with three nacho balls.
- Okay, I didn't know
that was an option.
And his song was so catchy.
Can you guys just please
help me out of this?
- We got you, dude.
- Yeah, we're gonna get
your soul back.
- Yeah, and we're not
gonna get suckered in
by some catchy song.
- So stupid.
- It's ridiculous.
[dramatic sting]
- Where do we sign?
[tense music]
- Boy, that Ricardo can sing.
- Did you guys
get my soul back?
- No, but if it makes you
feel better,
we did lose ours.
- Jacket club!
- Jacket club!
Why are we so weak?
- 'Cause you sold your souls!
- Call Mika.
I'm sure she can figure out
a way to get our souls back.
- Yeah.
- Mika can't know
I sold my soul.
I want her to think she b*at
Sissy all by herself.
[alarm blaring]
- Emergency call!
There's an angry old lady
who won't leave Hip Hop Purée!
She thinks
she's the Tooth Fairy.
Nice jackets.
Sell your souls too?
both: Mm-hmm.
- Oof!
Bye!
[tense music]
- Ugh, all right, grab on.
Let's take out this geezer,
and, uh...
guys, I can't rhyme
without my soul.
- Try harder.
- Come on, man, you got this.
- [groans]
Ow!
[upbeat music]
- Ahh!
[spits]
- She ripped out my precious,
glorious locs!
- She ripped out my hair too.
- Why isn't she going
for our teeth?
- Sorry I'm late, Cronjée.
Had to stop and get
this sweet jacket.
How's D-Force doing?
- They're getting
their locks rocked.
- Taste my fairy strength,
mortals!
- Ahh!
[whimpers]
- Are you guys getting
your butts kicked
by a little old lady?
- No, dude,
we're just tiring her out.
- We got this.
- One old lady in cuffs
coming right up.
- Ahh!
[impacts and grunts]
- Ahh!
- Try me again,
see what happens!
- We might need a little help.
- Watch and lean, my wee ones.
- You want some of this
under your pillow, handsome?
Ahh!
[upbeat music]
- I am crushing it at karaoke!
I thought you guys
were coming down here.
- We are, we just had
to fight a little crime.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Because we sold
our souls to--ow!
- But we're on our way now.
We'll be there soon.
Love you, champ, bye!
- What is going on
with you guys?
You got rocked
by an 80-year-old lady.
You're clearly keeping
something from Mika.
And nobody has said one thing
about this totally boss
Euro-cut jacket
that shows off my muscles.
- That is a little boy's
jacket, my guy.
- And we sold our souls
to the Abyss demon.
- What did you say?
- And we sold our souls to--
- No, about the Euro-cut jacket
that shows off my muscles.
- It's for little boys.
- It says "4th grade"
on the front.
- And it says "Lil' Rollers"
on the back.
- Wait, did you say you sold
your souls to the Abyss demon?
- [chuckles]
Mondays, am I right?
- It's Thursday!
And why would you do that?
- Because I wanted
to help my sister b*at Sissy.
- And we wanted to help Miles
get his soul back.
- But then the Abyss demon sang
this really catchy song.
- Ah, kids today,
always on their phones,
always selling their souls
to demons.
Why don't you watch how
a grown man handles things?
- Be careful.
Ricardo is very crafty.
- [scoffs] Please.
And you promise
this is definitely a jacket
for grown-ups?
- Sure.
- Okey-smokey, sign here?
- And put your birthday
right there.
- Ooh, I'd rather not give
my birthday.
Been sitting on that secret
for over 50 years.
- Don't sign it, man!
- Oh!
- Ah, so close!
- Ah, Ricardo, you're good!
- I am good.
- You're a sneaky one.
- You would have
loved the jacket.
- But you're good.
- Oh, you got me.
- Oh, this guy.
Ah!
So, Ricardo, my guy,
any chance I can get these kids
their souls back?
- Well, I'd love to have yours.
- [scoffs] Get in line.
- [laughs]
- You know what I mean?
- All kidding aside,
would you put your soul
on the line for theirs?
- What, you mean like a bet?
- A contest.
I win, I get your soul.
You win, they get theirs back.
- Tell you what,
throw in that jacket
that's definitely
for grown-ups,
and you got yourself a deal.
both: Thank you.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Yes.
- What kind of contest?
- Doesn't matter.
I'm great at everything.
Except maybe playing
the ukulele while logrolling.
- I was thinking maybe
a ukulele-logrolling contest.
- Ah!
- [laughs]
- Ugh, I should not have said
those things out loud.
- Everyone was shocked
when it was discovered
that she was, in fact,
the real Tooth Fairy.
- So I guess the whole
time she was telling...
the tooth.
- Brava, Mary.
- In ukulele-logrolling news,
a contest is about
to get underway
up at the Man's Nest
between our own beloved
superhero Captain Man and...
some guy named Ricardo.
- That's right, Mary.
Covering it for us
is kid reporter
and self-proclaimed night owl
Lil' Bobby Newser.
Lil' Bobby, what the heck
is going on over there?
Lil' Bobby?
Wake up, Bobby!
- Trent, it's quite
a scene up here.
In just a few moments,
Captain Man will be
ukulele-logrolling
against Ricardo.
- What's up, Lil' Bobby?
Hi, Trent.
Mary.
- Oh, that Ricardo.
- You guys know each other?
- Sorta.
- Enjoying your job, Mary?
- Yes.
- Yes, what?
- Yes, Ricardo.
- Much better.
- Winner is the first guy
to make the other guy
fall off the log and into
what I'm being told
is the Fog of Despair,
which if I'm being honest,
is a little creepy.
- Hm, not for me.
I'm gonna win.
- So what's on the line,
Ricardo?
Is there a trophy?
And more importantly,
how late do you think
we'll be here?
- Not late at all, Lil' Bobby.
I'm gonna make quick work
of Captain Man.
And there's a lot on the line.
The winner gets this gold
jacket for grown-ups.
[dramatic music]
- That's the coolest
grown-up jacket
this junior reporter
has ever seen.
- Who cares about
the gold jacket for grown-ups?
I need my soul back.
- Same.
Where's Ray?
- He said he didn't know how
to play the ukulele or logroll.
- Great, he ditched us.
[electric ukulele playing]
- Captain Man
has entered the chat!
Apparently,
that means we're starting.
- You're suddenly good
at playing the ukulele.
- You're suddenly good
at noticing things.
- Wait till you see me
roll this log.
- Wait till you see me
shred this uk--
- Quit bantering and roll!
- Five, six, seven, eight!
- [laughing]
- Whoa, whoa.
- What the what-what?
- Whoa!
I'm falling, ahh!
- [laughs]
- Ah, I'm just messing
with you.
- Oh, you're good!
- You guys,
is that a demon or something?
- Who, Ricardo?
Big-time demon.
- And you sold him your soul
so I could whistle tone
without my super-scream
kicking in?
- Bingo.
- And you guys tried
to get it back,
but ended up selling yours
on the cheap,
so now Ray has to b*at him
in a ukulele-logrolling contest
to reclaim all your souls?
both: What's up!
- I leave you guys alone
one time,
and suddenly no one has a soul!
- Yeah, you're not allowed
to leave again.
- You ready to give up,
you handsome devil?
- I don't know what you did
to get this good
at ukulele-logrolling,
but I respect it.
Too bad though, you would have
looked good in that jacket.
- What do you mean?
- [laughs]
- Uh-oh.
- You like that?
- No, I do not.
- ShoutOut, do something?
[soft music]
- [in slow motion]
So beautiful!
- Whoa, whoa, ah!
No!
[ominous music]
[soft music]
- I think we just got
our souls back!
- Look at Ray's jacket.
- Whoa.
- Cool!
- What did I just see?
I don't know about anyone else,
but this Lil' Bobby Newser
is about to be
a Lil' Bobby Snoozer.
all: Oh, Lil' Bobby Newser!
- Who wants pizza rolls?
all: Pizza rolls!
[electronic ukulele playing]
[upbeat music]
- [snoring]
- Victory selfie!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
- [grunting]
Ha!
- Nice!
- Yeah, I look good
in that one.
- We're no longer see-through!
- Yes!
- I look just like
my birth dad.
I assume.
- I want to give a toast.
- All right, let's do it.
- Toast!
- Hey, wait, wait, wait,
before we toast,
I just gotta know,
how did you get so good
at ukulele-logrolling?
- Ah, well,
it's very simple, really.
You see, I sold my soul
to another Abyss demon
in exchange for epic
ukulele-logrolling skills.
- So you don't have a soul
right now?
Is that canon?
- No, check it out.
I put it in my contract
that the other demon
doesn't get my soul
until I die,
and since I'm Captain Man
and I'm indestructible,
I ain't never gonna die, baby!
- This guy!
- Well, actually--
- You gotta think
about these things.
- To us!
all: To us!
[all screaming]
- So hot!
Why did we choose
pizza rolls?
[vocalizing]
03x05 - Miles Sells His Soul
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Series is a spinoff of Henry Danger and follows four new superheroes-in-training, to attend Swellview Academy for the Gifted.
Series is a spinoff of Henry Danger and follows four new superheroes-in-training, to attend Swellview Academy for the Gifted.