02x04 & 02x05 - The Secret Password/Monday Funday

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark ♪

♪ And this is my show, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my mom, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my dad, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's William! ♪ - Whoo-hoo!

- ♪ We live here ♪

♪ We do fun things ♪

♪ And through it all ♪ - ♪ Do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

- ♪ We dance and sing ♪

♪ This is Baby... ♪ - ♪ Baby... ♪

all: ♪ "Shark's Big Show" ♪

- ♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪

- "The Secret Password."

[upbeat music]

- Welcome to Fort Fin-ship's

first official clubhouse meeting.

Uh, what are we meeting about?

- Ooh, I know.

How about we choose our clubhouse duties?

- Oh, yeah! Rocky and I will be

Fort Fin-ship's cheer commissioners.

Rah, rah, rah!

- Baby and I will be the cleanup crew.

Wah-pah!

- Ka-chaw! Shonk!

- And Goldie and I will be the garden whisperers.

- Grow, please.

- And I'll be head of security.

I'll keep the clubhouse safe and secure

and chill.

- Good idea, Chucks.

I shudder to think what might happen

if three sand crabs in a Baby Shark outfit

tried to sneak in.

- [gasps]

They could take all our snacks.

- Whoa! I never thought of that.

I better think of a way to keep our snacks intact.

- We have complete confidence in you, Chucks.

But for now, let's get playing.

- Yeah! - On it!

- Here we flow! - Come on, Rocky!

[chomping]

- Protect the clubhouse.

Protect the clubhouse.

Protect the clubhouse.

[gasps]

I got it!

[indistinct chatter]

Attention, everyfishy.

I've come up with the perfect secret password

to protect Fort Fin-ship.

Nofishy can enter our clubhouse without it.

- Vroom, vroom!

- Cleaning crew!

- [chuckles]

both: [whispering] We love you.

- Louder, Rocky!

Rah, rah, rah!

- Hmm.

Nofishy's paying attention to me.

[laughter]

- Whoo-hoo! - Hey, fishies.

The secret password is--

- Incoming!

[laughter]

- You got it?

- We sure did.

- [chuckling] Yeah.

The secret password is--

- Jawsome!

- Well, I sure think so.

- Rah, rah, rah!

- Hiya, Hankster.

The secret password is--

- [cheering] Pink fish, yellow fish!

Put us to the test!

Blue whale, spotted whale!

Fort Fin-ship is the best!

- Well, I made that abundantly clear.

[chomping]

[beachy music]

- Good morning, Chucksaroonie.

You're up early.

Big day?

- Huge day, Daddio!

I'm working security at the clubhouse.

- [chuckling] Oh, wowza!

Sounds pretty important.

You expecting trouble?

- [gulping]

[sighs]

Always.

[hard rock music]

I'll be back...

for lunch!

- Wowza. [chuckles]

There goes one cool sea cucumber.

[chomping]

- Who's ready for another jawsome day

at Fort Fin-ship?

- I am! I can't wait to try out

my new skatefish ramp.

- And I can't wait to eat Chum-Yums

and watch Vola try out her new skatefish ramp.

- [laughs]

Race you to the fort.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[skidding] Ugh!

[all gasp]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

What happened to our clubhouse?

- [grunts]

It's locked.

- [grunts]

Oh, the windows are locked, too.

- Wait, if everything is locked,

how do we get in?

- Hmm.

Ah-ha!

Let's try knocking.

- That's just crazy enough to work.

- Chucks. [sighs]

Thank gills you're here.

Can you let us in?

- Sure.

After you say the secret password.

[confused murmuring]

- The secret password?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, uh...

hold that thought.

- There's a password? Since when?

- I sort of remember Chucks telling us the password.

But I don't remember what it was.

- Me neither.

We were busy busting up dust bunnies.

- Vola and I were busy inspiring the plants.

- And Rocky and I were busy cheering.

[grunts]

[whistle blows]

- Uh, Chucks? [laughs nervously]

We don't know the password,

but you can see it's me, right?

So, um, could you please let us in?

- No can do, B-Shark.

For all I know, you could be three sand crabs

in a Baby Shark suit.

- Fear not.

I know how to get in.

- [gasps] You know the password?

- Oh, not a clue.

But I know something even better--

the art of acting.

I will use my theater training to channel my inner Chucks

and guess the password.

The transformation is complete.

Eat your heart out, Leonardo DiCarpio.

[clears throat]

- What's the password?

- [as Chucks] Um, hey, Chucksaroonie.

Is the password "chillaxing?"

- No, but I like your vibe,

so I'll give you a hint.

The password is important.

- Of course it's important.

That's why we're trying to figure it out!

- What should we do now?

- Well, we should storm the castle.

- Slow your swim, William.

I think we should just try buttering him up.

- Sounds slippery.

But OK.

- No, I mean we should complement Chucks.

He'll be in such a good mood that he'll have to let us in.

- It's worth a shot.

- Ooh! I know just what to say.

- Password, please.

- Hey, Chucks!

Your hair is like finely woven spaghetti,

and your nostrils flare oh, so elegantly.

Plus, you always smell like kelp cheese.

- Aww, thank you, Hankenstein.

Your words have moved me.

- [gasps] Moved you to let us in?

- [laughs] No way.

Rules are rules. But what I can tell you

is that the password is important.

- Aw, now what?

He's not going to let us in without the password.

And Rocky really has to go to the bathroom!

[tense music]

- I guess we don't have a choice.

- Oh, come on, Baby.

Say it. Say it!

- Let's storm the castle!

[martial music]

- I can't believe we have to storm our own fort to get in.

I wish I'd paid attention when Chucks said the password.

- There's no time for regrets, Vola.

Password or no password, it's our fort, too.

Charge!

[rock beat]

all: ♪ Let us in, let us in ♪

♪ Let us in! ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let us in, let us in ♪

♪ We're coming in ♪

- ♪ We have no choice ♪

- ♪ We're gonna have to force in ♪

- ♪ Password or not! ♪

- The password is important.

all: ♪ Storming Fin-ship is our last resort ♪

♪ It's us, your friends! ♪

- But the password is important.

choir: ♪ It's important ♪ - OK?

all: ♪ It's time to shark, rattle, and roll ♪

♪ We're storming our own castle ♪

♪ We got fishy power! ♪

♪ And we're gonna use it, so ♪

♪ It's time to shark, rattle, and roll ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

all: Let us in!

- The password is important.

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- Let's flow, fishies.

all: ♪ It's time to shark, rattle, and roll ♪

♪ We're storming our own castle ♪

♪ We got fishy power! ♪

♪ And we're gonna use it, so ♪

♪ Password or not, we're home ♪

♪ We're coming in, coming in ♪

♪ Let us in! ♪

♪ We're storming our own castle ♪

♪ Do we ever give up? No! ♪

♪ 'Cause Fin-ship's our home ♪

♪ So it's time to shark, rattle, and roll ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

all: Let us in!

- Yeesh.

Storming the castle isn't as easy

as it looks in the movies.

- Even though we may never get inside our clubhouse again,

I have to admire Chucks' commitment.

- Indeed. That seahorse has made

an impressive security system.

- If only we'd paid attention when Chucks was talking.

- Yeah. We weren't listening,

and he said something really important.

[echoing] Important...

- I'll give you a hint.

The password is important.

The password is important.

The password is important.

- [gasps]

The password is important!

- Yeah, yeah. We know it's important, Baby.

You don't have to rub it in.

- No. The word "important" is the password.

- Huh? - What?

- Really? - Oh, my goodness.

- Chucks has been telling us all along,

but we were so busy trying to get inside,

we didn't pay attention to him--

again.

- Do you have the password?

- The password is "important."

- Come on in, fishies!

[all cheer]

Whoo-hoo!

Congratula-fins!

I was worried I'd have to hang out in here all alone.

- Chucks, we're sorry we didn't pay attention to you earlier.

- No worries, B-Shark.

You fishies were having so much fun

that you missed something important.

It happens to me all the time.

[knock on door]

- Uh, there's somefishy at the door.

- Hmm.

- My wish came true.

There are two Baby Sharks.

- It's positively uncanny.

They look exactly alike.

[splat]

- If you're really Baby Shark,

then what's the password?

[indistinct muttering]

[gasps]

Aha!

- Oh, my.

It's three sand crabs in a Baby Shark costume!

[crabs muttering]

- You were right, Chucks.

Security is no joke.

[laughter]

- "Monday Funday."

[upbeat music]

- Here goes.

[gasps] I rolled a !

, , .

Well, la-di-da.

I landed on Shark Place!

- Grandma, you're only one move away from winning the game.

You're going to be the Monday Funday chomp-ion!

- That's nice, Baby.

But Monday Funday isn't about winning.

It's about spending time with the fishies you love.

- I couldn't agree more.

My turn!

!

, .

I landed on Pirate Island.

That means I can combine my Salty Scalawag card

with my Buckaroo Switcheroo card.

So I'll swap places with Grandma...

- Whaa?

- And play my Second Wind card

to move one more space and--

- You won?

[all sigh]

- But I was so close.

- [clears throat]

For the th week in a row,

I hereby name you

the Monday Funday chomp-ion!

- Thank you!

Great game, everyfishy.

Can't wait to see who wins next week.

- Me, too.

[chomping]

Breathe in...

and breathe out.

- OK. This chomp-ion is off to work.

- Have a nice day!

It's time.

[mischievous music]

- Ah!

- [laughing]

Whoo-hoo!

Huh?

- Whoo! That was--

Baby?

- [snoring]

Ooh! What's happening?

- OK, Ma, what's this about?

- Mommy's been the Monday Funday chomp-ion

for too long.

I say we end her winning streak

once and for all.

all: Whaa?

- End Mommy's winning streak?

- It can't be done.

She's unbeatable!

- Not if we work together.

I have a plan to make sure we come out on top.

- But Grandma, I thought you said

Monday Funday isn't about winning.

- I did, and that's still true.

But it couldn't hurt to let another fishy

wear that sash for once.

- Well, it is a pretty sash.

And I have always wanted to try it on.

OK, I'm in!

- Me, too.

- Let's do it!

- Then listen up.

Here's the plan.

[indistinct whispering]

[chomping]

- In other news, there is no news!

It's been a completely uneventful week.

- I can't believe it's already Monday Funday again.

I'm a wreck!

- Code pink!

Mommy's home from work!

- Just remember the plan, fishies.

- Who's ready for Monday Funday?

all: [snickering]

We are!

- OK!

I am loving this energy.

So what should we play?

Crabble? Fin Rummy?

Tic-Tac-Flow?

- [whispers] Baby.

- Huh?

Oh, right.

Say, why don't we try playing

some new games today?

- Great idea.

What should we play?

- Hmm. Oh!

I've got a game in mind.

[snickering sinisterly]

[clears throat]

It's called Hoop and Stick.

You'll love it.

- Huh. Never heard of it.

But any game with you fishies sounds like a blast.

I'll get my gaming headband.

- Grandpa and I have been playing Hoop and Stick

our whole lives.

There's no way she can beat us!

[upbeat music]

- OK. OK.

Whichever shark rolls their hoop the furthest wins.

- Now, on my mark.

Ready, set, flow!

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

- Oh! My hoop's got a mind of its own.

- [straining] How is this so hard?

- Ah. Told you it was tricky.

- Wait! Hoop!

Come back!

Aww, bubble busters. We're out.

[groans] I guess it's up to Grandma and Grandpa

to beat Mommy now.

- [grunting]

Must...keep...rolling.

- No shame in calling it quits

if that hoop's too much for you.

- Are you kidding?

This hoop is just getting started.

[tires squeal]

- Oh, no you don't!

Time to turn on the thrusters.

Whoo-hoo!

Watch and learn.

This is how you--

[tires screech] Ah! My tail fin!

- Whoa! Look out!

- Ugh!

- Ah, sand crabs.

We're out.

- That was fun!

I guess this means I won, huh?

- Won? [laughs]

Slow your swim.

Monday Funday's not over yet.

Isn't that right, son?

- Huh? Oh!

Right! [chuckles]

I have the perfect game for us to play.

[chomping]

Pin the Smile on the Seahorse.

[laughs excitedly] Oh, we played this

all the time in dental school.

No big deal, but you know... [chuckles]

I never lost.

The rules are simple.

You just cover your eyes, spin three times,

and pin your sticker on the seahorse.

- Good luck, everyfishy!

- [groaning]

Doo.

- [groaning]

- [groaning]

Ah, suds.

- Yup!

- That was fin-credible, Daddy!

- That's what four long years of dental school will get you.

[laughs] You're up, Mommy.

- [groaning]

[inhales deeply]

I got this.

Did I get it?

- It's perfect.

- So it's a tie?

- Actually, Daddy's sticker is a teeny bit to the left.

That means... [gasps]

Mommy wins.

- I lost?

It can't be!

Ugh.

I don't deserve to be a dentist.

- That was fun, too!

But it looks like I'm still the chomp-ion.

- Not so fast, Mommy.

There's still one game left to play.

[chomping]

[dramatic music]

Finball.

- More like Fun-ball.

[laughs] I crack myself up.

Anyways, I'm in!

- Hang on.

Why don't we make this fin-teresting?

We know you're unbeatable,

but can you beat all of us?

- What?

What are you saying?

- I challenge you to a four-against-one,

winner-chomps-all match.

If you lose, that sash is ours forever.

[all gasp]

- Hey, any game with this sharky family

sounds fun to me.

Let's do it!

[whistle blows]

[exciting music]

[silly trilling] [gasps]

[sighs]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[slow-motion grunt]

- [gasps] I can't believe it!

We won!

- Aww, you got me.

Congrats, fishies.

Now, which one of you wants to wear the chomp-ion sash?

- Me. - I want to be the chomp-ion!

- It's mine! - Fishy Tug-of-w*r.

Whichever fishy grabs it first is the all-time chomp-ion.

[all straining] - Please, please, please!

- Gimme! [all grunting]

- Huh? Wait!

Look at us.

- Goodness gills, you're right.

I look great!

- No, not that.

We're fighting over a silly little sash.

We've forgotten what Monday Funday is all about.

- It's true.

We're not chomp-ions at all.

- There's only one fishy here

who deserves to wear this sash.

Mommy never forgot what today is all about--

spending time with the fishies you love.

She's the true Monday Funday chomp-ion.

- I'm sorry, Mommy.

- Our bad. - Me, too.

- Aww, it's OK.

I still love you fishies.

Come here. [straining]

You're all chomp-ions in my book.

all: Aww.

- Hey! I have an idea.

Let's play one more game as a family.

Who's up for a chomp-ion's game of Coral Pin Bowling?

all: Yeah!

- ♪ Clap your fins like this ♪

all: ♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

- ♪ Everyfishy wins ♪

all: ♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

- ♪ So clap your fins like this ♪

all: ♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

- ♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

- ♪ The party's just begun ♪

- ♪ 'Cause we have all the fun ♪

- ♪ Even when we haven't won ♪

- ♪ That's what the game's about ♪

- ♪ It's not about the win ♪ - ♪ Slow your fins ♪

- ♪ It's about krilling it ♪

♪ With your family and friends ♪

- ♪ We're the most valuable fishies ♪

all: ♪ The MVFs! ♪

♪ We do it for the love of the game ♪

♪ The love of the game ♪

♪ That's how we play ♪

♪ We're chomp-ions ♪

♪ That's what we choose ♪

- ♪ If you do it for the win, you lose ♪

- ♪ So clap your fins like this ♪

all: ♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

♪ We are the chomp-ions ♪

- ♪ You are a chomp-ion if you really love the game ♪

- ♪ And every Monday Funday ♪

- ♪ Victory's yours to claim ♪

all: ♪ You're the most valuable fishy ♪

♪ Winner, winner, seaweed dinner! ♪

♪ Do it for the love of the game ♪

♪ The love of the game ♪

♪ That's how we play ♪

♪ We're chomp-ions ♪

♪ That's what we choose ♪

- ♪ If you do it for the win, you lose ♪

all: ♪ So be a chomp-ion! ♪

- ♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end ♪

♪ Of our show ♪

♪ But don't go ♪

♪ Let's just flow ♪

♪ To the next episode of ♪

♪ "Baby Shark's Big Show" ♪

♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪