01x10 - Game Over

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ He's got a belly full of
flies and scales head to toe ♪

♪ Look out, world it's
the "Ludicrous Larry Show" ♪

- [chuckles]

Hey, kids!

[kids cheering]

[laughing]

Ow!
- Aah!

- Kabam!
[chuckles]

- All right!

- I'm Ludicrous Larry!

Let's go!

- [yawns]

- Pay attention, Nate.
- Ahh!

- Ludicrous Larry
has been gracious enough

to invite us to his
scientific discussion today.

So best behavior.

[humming]

- [groans]

The "Ludicrous Larry
the Lizard Show"

has nothing to do with science.

It's a show for babies.

- [cries]

- So why am I here?

Two word: swag bag.

[sniffs]

[gags]

Oh, it smells like that time
Teddy had athlete's foot.

- [scratches]

[television shatters]

- Wow!
- Nate Wright!

- [yelps]
- Drop those marbles!

- [grunts]

- ♪ Who's your favorite
lizard? ♪

[together] Larry!

- You will keep
the contents of your swag bag

inside your swag bag!

- [groans]

- Hey, buddy!

- Play with us!

- Play with us!
Yeah!

- Play with us!
- Whoo-hoo!

[mischievous music]

- Yay!
Spin me! Spin me! Spin me!

- You got it!

- Whoo! Whee!

- [whispering] Nate, stop.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- ♪ Doy-doy-doy-doy ♪

- Oh, no.

- [gasps]

♪ Diggily-diggily-dow ♪

Huh?

- Ahh!
Ludicrous Larry ate a hippie!

- [chuckles]
No, children.

Don't be a--whoa!

Ahh!

- Hmm.

- Ahh!
- That lizard wants to eat us!

[kids screaming]

- Ahh!

- Take him out!

- [groans]
- Children, be--aah!

Help! I've got lizard
deodorant in my eyes!

Lizard deodorant!
Ahh!

Ahh!
- I take it all back.

The "Ludicrous Larry Show"
is awesome!

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Don't want to go
to school today ♪

♪ The sun is red hot
and I wanna play ♪

♪ But if I get caught
they'll make me pay ♪

♪ Detention again ♪

- ♪ Big Nate, Big Nate ♪

- ♪ Math and social studies
just ain't my thing ♪

- ♪ Big Nate, Big Nate ♪

- ♪ Rocking with my band
is where I'm king ♪

♪ Stealing the teacher's teeth
or bailing on a test ♪

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Big Nate ♪

[loud clang]

[loud crash]

- Hey, Wright, my main man!

Whoop-whoop!

[yowls]

[tapping]

both: Butt bros!
[laughter]

- I will never understand
primitive bonding rituals.

- Uh, quick question, Dee Dee.

Why are you dressed
like a mannequin

in a Big and Weird Store?

- Call me Samantha Jade,
private eye.

Drama club is doing
a reimagining

of the famous mystery
novel "The Big Sleep"

from the POV of the bedpan.

[school bell rings]

- Uh, that's the second bell.

We're going to be late
for Home Ec.

- [sighs]

Why do we still
have that class?

How many teachers will we go
through before they realize

the class is cursed?

- Uh, yep.

Teddy's right.

Believe it or not,
teaching Home Ec is the most

dangerous job at PS 38.

- ♪ Who wants fresh macaroons ♪

[loud expl*si*n]
Ahh!

- Hope you're hungry
for prune-filled hamantasch.

[loud expl*si*n]
- Ahh!

- Oven mitts are a must.

Safety first!

Ahh!

- Where have you guys been?

- Pfft, dude,
Mrs. Plansky won't care.

- Mrs. Plansky had a
tragic casserole accident.

There's a new teacher.

- New teacher?

[dramatic music]

- [cackles]

- The moment
Detective Samantha Jade

saw the Home Ec teacher,

she knew he was trouble...

big trouble.

- Dee Dee!
- [gasps]

- I'm the only one who can have
side monologues.

- My name is Mr. Grey.

Who can tell me
how many chicken cutlets

you need for a party of five?

both: Huh?

- Hmm.

- [clucking]
Chicken wipe!

- Give me my glasses back,
Teddy!

- I'm not letting you hog
all the smarts!

Look at me!
I'm Albert...

[loud crash]
Ow! Ow!

- Okay, something is up
with Mr. Grey, right?

Who wears a suit
to teach cooking?

And did you see
the size of his hands?

Those are not the hands
of a domestic goddess.

- Cool your jets, "detective."

He probably won't live out
the week.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]
- Now, come on.

I want to get
to Galvin's class early.

I brought chocolate-covered
crickets for Sheila.

- Hmm.

[mischievous music]

- Oh, sick.

[books clatter]

[bubbling]

- Mr. Galvin?

Uh, what's going on?

- Orders from the school board.

Because of Larry
the Lizard's freak-out,

children have become
terrified of anything lizard.

- Lizard!
- Lizards are bad!

- Lizards should be in cages,
not our children's arms!

- Burn it down!
[loud expl*si*n]

[crowd screams]

- The school board
feels that lizards

and anything lizard-related

have no place
around the children.

- Are you saying that lizards
have been canceled?

- Well, wait.
What about Sheila?

- [chitters]

- I'm so sorry, children!

Sheila will be gone
by the end of the week!

[groans]

Is that food?

Oh, mmm.
Are these pretzels?

Delicious!
Delicious!

[crickets chittering]

- So gross!

- This is not my fault!
- It kind of is.

- It was your yo-yo shenanigans
that started all this.

Now innocent lizards are being
blamed for something you did.

- Oh, please.

I say we do something
ridiculously

stupid to fix this.

- Yeah, I'm always up
for some boneheaded plan.

both: Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle,
wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!

- g*ng, mount up.

We got some business
to take care of.

- Business!
Yeah!

[horse whinnies]

[keys jingle]

[lock clicks]

- Teddy, you're up.

- Make like
my abuela's kisses and gum me.

[door creaks]

- Yes!
- Nice!

- Hey, should we leave
the gum in the lock or take it?

- Just leave it, Chad.

Wait, Chad?

- [giggles]

- Bro, where did you come from?

- Well, wasn't I already here?

- There she is.

Let's break Sheila out.

- [snoring]

Oh, yeah.

- I forgot.

Galvin sleeps in his
classroom to avoid his family.

- We're going to get caught.
Let's bail.

- [giggles]

- Chad, what are you doing?

- [chitters]

- Fresh-chewed cricket, Sheila.

Whoa, whoa!
[loud crash]

Aah!
[kids gasp]

- [muttering] Ohh, who's there?

[snores]

Oh, yeah.

- Guys, look.

Sheila is missing.

- [groans]

- Sheila!

[whispers] Sheila.

- ♪ Sheila ♪

- Sheila?

Sheila?

- [hisses]

[suspenseful music]

[objects clatter]

[air whipping]

- Wait, where'd she go?

- [hisses]

- Sheila?

- Psst.
Nate, over there.

- [snoring]

Oh, yeah.

- Huh?
[crickets chirping]

Here, Sheila, Sheila.

- [slurps]

- [chirping]

- Argh!

[all gasp]

- Sheila, calm down!
- [farting]

Aah! Aw, that's nasty! Guys!

Help! Oh-h*-h*!
I'm in a Dutch oven of doom!

Ahh!

[door creaks]

After that lizard!

- [chitters]

[upbeat rock music]

[loud crashing]

- [chitters]

[together] No!
[toilet flushes]

Ew!
- Oh, there she is!

Get her!
Get her!

Argh!
- Ew!

- Ugh!

- Split up!

- [panting]

both: Ugh!

- Oh.
- Huh?

[thunder booming]

- Sheila, it's me,
Chad Applewhite,

the one who helps you
chew your food.

[gasps]

- [slurps]

- [gasps]
There you are!

For a second
I thought you were going--

- [chitters]
- Aah!

- [gasps]
The auditorium!

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

[laughs]
It was Sheila,

her claws tickling me.

I have a very sensitive
muffin top.

[dramatic music]

- [slurping]

- On me.

[music intensifies]

[grunting]

Ahh! Oof!

- Nate, are you okay?
- [groans]

Epic fail.
- Think she got away?

[dramatic music]

- Yeah,
might not have been the plan.

But at least now she's safe.

Be free, my old friend.

[vent shaft creaks]

[siren chirping]

[radio chatter]

[hammer pounding]

All right, everybody just
stay cool until we find out--

- What happened?

- Ugh, Gina, can't you just
say hello like a normal weirdo?

- Um, no.

- So what did happen here?

- Word on the playground,

anti-lizard activists trashed
the school and took Sheila.

- Oh, anti-lizard activists?

Well, that's--
- Awful.

Wow, that is so really bad.
Just, heh, awful.

[mischievous music]

- Hmm.

- Hey, guys.

I'll meet you
at Galvin's class.

- Samantha Jade knew
the skell was in the wind,

but for how long?

All she needed was proof.

The bulls could handle
the rest.

- Miss Holloway...
- [gasps]

- Isn't it?

[lips smack]

Bouillabaisse,
French for fish soup.

- [stammers]
F-f-f-fish soup?

- Something wrong
with your tongue?

- No, no.

I, uh,
f-f-f-fish allergy!

Yeah, very bad.

But--but I'll be fine.
Bye!

- [gulping]

- Hey, what'd I miss?

- Ahh!
[whimpering]

- Uh, Mr. Galvin?

Are you okay?

- I just miss my Sheila!

[wailing]

Aah, dah, da-da, dai-yah!

Ai, yah!

- She was one in a million,
even though all lizards

look exactly alike.

- It's just a shame.

I had arranged for Sheila
to go to a local zoo,

because she was pregnant!

- Pregnant?
[kids gasp]

- She was set to lay
her eggs any day.

Four months from now
they would have been hatched.

And I'd be a lizard father.

[wailing] Oh, Sheila!

Oh, Sheila, Sheila,
Sheila, Sheila, Sheila!

- How did we miss
Sheila being pregnant?

- Better question,
how is Sheila pregnant?

She lives alone.

- Could be a lizard miracle.

Happens more often
than you think.

- It is a mystery.

[bright music]

- [chitters]

[bluesy rock music]

- Mmm!

- [pants]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

- Hey, we did the right thing.

Sheila has time
before her babies hatch.

She'll find a new home.

- Wow, I can't believe
it's been four months.

What have we all been up to?

- I'll tell you
what I've been up to.

Detective Samantha Jade
has done

a deep dive into our
unexploded Home Ec teacher.

I've had eyes on his home
for months.

And as far as I can see,
Grey didn't

exist before coming here.

I mean, come on!

What is he hiding?

- Uh, a love of pleated pants?

- Dee Dee,
it's been four months.

Why are you still in character?

- We're still in rehearsals.

The show was postponed
because Dr. LaGaze

had a "medical emergency."

- Now, give me the
face of an 18-year-old

ingénue or I'll throw a tantrum
that will buckle your knees!

- You guys want more proof?

I pulled it off the web.

He's clearly a hit man!

- Wait, why would a hit man
put himself on the web?

- [stammers]

We need to tell Principal
Nichols there's a felon

teaching in this school.

Something bad
is going to happen.

My character can feel it!

- Don't worry, Dee Dee.
Nothing bad's going to happen.

[foreboding music]

- [chitters]

- [chitters]

[splashes]
- Hmm?

- [chitters]
- Hmm.

[lizards chittering]

- Ahh!

- Ahh!

- Ohh!

- I like to call this technique
Twirly Boots Mic-Stillskin,

because why not?

[lizards chitter]

Did anyone hear something?

[suspenseful music]

[all screaming]

- Principal Nichols,
Mr. Grey talks, dresses,

and behaves like a criminal.

I've prepared
a detailed breakdown

in the janitor's closet.

- Nate Wright, if I find out
this is some kind of trick...

Ahh!

- Principal Nichols!
- We're under attack!

[lizards chittering]

Ahh!

- [gasps]
Sheila!

[mischievous music]

Sheila and thousands
of her lizard babies

are in danger because of me.

I am completely to blame
for this.

Really?
No one's going to, like,

jump in and tell me
it's not all my fault,

I'm a good person?
Nothing?

- No, not even a little,
because this whole fiasco

is a classic Nate Wright
special.

- Guys, stop!
Sheila and her babies

are in trouble.
Focus!

Take a look at who's driving
the Pest Control van.

- Ow! Oh! Oh!
- Zeff!

I can still fix this!

Hey, Chad.
How brittle are your bones?

- [whimpers]

- Hmm?

- Ahh!
[loud crash]

Ugh!
- Huh?

- [gasps]

- Oh, man, little bro,

that dent's gonna come out
of my paycheck.

- Sorry, we were rehearsing.

Chad's playing a homing
pigeon and wanted

to learn how to fly.

- I'm a method actor.

- Did something similar
when I raised chinchillas

and wanted to know what it felt
like to be shaved violently.

Answer: not great.

Got bandages in the truck.

[mischievous music]

♪ ♪

- Foxtrot, Bravo, Charlie,
Roger Dodger, eeny, meeny,

miny, moe, onomatopoeia.

Dee Dee, we're in position.

Keep yourself occupied
while we search

for Sheila and her babies.

Over and out.
- Just hurry.

I don't know how long
we can stall.

- There you go, buddy.

Be careful next time, okay?

- We need to stall
for more time.

- Okay, sure.

I can do that.

Ahh! Ugh!

- Zeff.
- Coming.

- [hissing]

- Ah-choo! Ah-choo!
Ah-choo!

These ducts are definitely
not hypoallergenic.

Anyone picking anything up?

- Francis,
there is a wall of something

coming right for you.
- Something?

Something what?
- Don't panic!

I'm on my way!
- Panic? Who's panicking?

Okay, me!
I'm panicking!

[whimpering]

[machine beeping]

[machine whirring]

both: Ahh!

- Ow!
You're sucking out my brain!

Turn it off!

[machine blipping]

- Guys, that thing
is heading right for you!

- [gasps]

There's nothing here, Nate,
unless...

[lizards chittering]

both: Ahh!

- Hang on! I'm coming!

[dramatic music]

- [chitters]

[lizards chittering]
- Ahh!

- [groaning]
- Shh.

- [groans]
- Hmm.

- Ahh!

- Nate.
[radio static]

Where are you? Nate.

- All set, little bud.

Think I got all
the bones back in place.

- Uh, Chad,
Nate needs more time.

- [whimpering] Okay.

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

[giggles]
- I'm not sure what you two

are getting up to.

But just the same,
I'm getting my samurai sword

to protect myself.

- No, Zeff.
You don't understand.

Nate and...

- Whoa!

Detective Samantha Jade
felt icy dread

moisten her armpits.

Mr. Grey was following her.

- Fan of the
Exterminator too, huh?

- Fan?
He's a k*ller!

- No, no, no, opposite.

The exterminator
was a legend in this industry.

He practiced the ancient art
of nonlethal pest removal,

no chemicals, just compassion,
and a firm but gentle

sleep grip, like a vise grip
lined with marshmallow fluff.

Yeah.

- Uh, but the name,
the way he looks.

- Can't help how you were born.

For instance,
I have six belly buttons.

- Ugh.

One, two, three, four, five...

- Don't forget that one.

- Oh, six.

Hmm.

I was so into character
I tried to get the one person

who could help us fired.

Uh, this Exterminator,
Mr. Grey, what happened to him?

- Disappeared.

I based my whole pest control
career on his teachings.

- But you use poison,
not compassion.

- [chuckles]

I want to make
a living, don't I?

[chuckles]

- Zeff, how would you
like to meet your hero?

- Ahh!

Oof!

[groans]

Ugh.

Where am I?

Uh, Teddy?

Francis?

- [hisses]

[whimpering]

Ahh! Ahh!

Yuck.

- [roars]

- [whimpers]

[gulp]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Sh--Sheila?

Hey--hey, Sheila!

It's okay!
It's me, Nate Wright.

Look, I bring you the
chocolate-covered crickets

you love.
Uh, remember?

- [roars]
[lizards chittering]

- Look, I never wanted you
or your babies to get hurt.

I was just trying
to fix what I started.

But you can't give
a kid a swag bag

and expect him not to play
with the swag!

But I should have
owned up to what I did.

Ahh!
- [roars]

[whimpers]
- [roars]

- No, no, no!
Sheila, please.

We're friends, remember?
- [chitters]

- Phew!

- [hissing]
- No!

[gentle flute music]

Huh?

- [chitters]

- Mr. Grey?

[cheerful flute music]

- Don't worry, Sheila.

You're safe and sound.

- Zeff? Zeff?

Zeff!

[scoffs] Do I have to do
everything around here?

- Hands off, amigo!

- You can't gas the school.
Nate's still--

- No, no, no, no,
slow your roll, boys.

I checked the building myself,
and it's as empty

as an art teacher's bank book.

- That's hurtful!

- Anyway, excuse me.

- [chuckles] He's pretty much
begging us to do it.

- Hey, Nichols.
Call it in the air,

heads or tails?

- Ahh!

- So wait, hold on.

Mr. Grey is a Home Ec teacher
and a famous

compassionate exterminator?

I mean, what are the odds?

- Luckily, we were
able to find the signal

your tracker was making.

My villain
was a hero after all.

- [laughing]
[lizards chittering]

[stammering]
Stop that ticklin'.

There's no food in my pants.

- Uh, Principal Nichols?

- [laughs] Children,
I have an announcement.

After getting to know these
incredibly loving creatures,

I have decided that lizards
are no longer canceled.

I'm calling off
the extermination!

[laughter]
- Whoo-hoo!

- [chitters]

[gentle music]

- [slurps]

- Mr. Grey, I was wrong.
You don't have to leave.

- Now that my true identity
is known, they'll look for me.

I'm a threat
to the pest control community

because of my
compassionate ways.

Time to move on.

Thank you, Dee Dee.

- For what?
- For seeing who I truly am.

- [chirps]

- [crunching]

- Hey, you know what?
That actually turned out okay.

Lizards are no longer outlawed.

The zoo ended up taking
all of Sheila's babies.

And heck, we even got
a new Home Ec teacher.

- Today we'll be making
jellied moose nose.

[timer dings]
Now, I've already had

the moose head in the oven
for 45 minutes.

Yup.
[loud expl*si*n]

Ahh!

- Yep, looks like
everything's back to normal.

- Ah, it makes me wish
Mr. Grey was still here.

I wonder where he is now.

[gentle piano music]

♪ ♪

[brakes squeal]

- Need a lift?

♪ ♪

- [chitters]

[engine revving]

Ahh!

Ugh!

Medic.