01x07 - KidDING! Dongs

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat music]

-All right.
You guys ready to go live?

-Yes.
-Let's do it.

-In three, two, one...

What's up, dance fans?

It's Presley,
Lex, and Munchy.

-We're training
for Dance Dance Altoonisburg.

-Also known as D-D-A.

-And we're here
with a little warning

for all of you
"schmancers" out there

who are entering
the competition.

-"Schmancers" are dancers
who are "schmoes."

-We're the KidDING-DONGS,
and we're going to crush you!

-With our choreography.

-And grind you to a pulp!

-With our timing.

-Y'all been warned!

We'll see you at the D-D-A's
in a few days

at Altoonisburg's
High School auditorium.

-My dad is hosting

because he's the principal
of the school.

And I don't know why
I'm talking like this.

-Be there or be
square...danced.

-Square danced?

-It sounded better in my head.

-Okay.
This is a dance practice.

So how about we do
some actual dancing?

-Nah.
We're good.

-Lex is right.

We need to work on the big
showstopping move I created,

the Munchy-Y.

Not only is it
a great dance move,

it also gives recognition
to the letter Y,

which is a very
underappreciated letter.

-It's a consonant and a vowel!

So cool!

-The Munchy-Y is too hard.

We've been rehearsing it
for weeks

and still haven't mastered it.

-That's why we need
to practice.

I mean,
without a dramatic lift,

are we even really dancing?

-Legally no.

-So let's run the Munchy-Y.

[Chris Brown and Juelz
Santana's "Run It"]

-Okay.

One, two, three--
[phone dings]

Oh!
[both yelp]

Sorry.
I had to grab my phone.

-It's okay.
We got a KidDING.

-Whoa, the job's
in Altoonisburg Hills.

-[gasps]

That fancy neighborhood
with the moving fences?

-They're called gates.

But yeah.
Only big sh*ts live there.

-I bet the job pays a lot.

-We do have
a boat payment soon,

and we haven't had a KidDING
in a while...

-Okay.
Let's do it.

But I don't wanna lose
any rehearsal time

so let's dance our way there.

[electronic music]

-Purple, purple, purple.

-[trills]

[upbeat musical sting]

-It's me, your man, Alan.

What's up, Alan-nators?

I got a couple of updates,
but first a quick shoutout

to my wife who's out of town.

Hi, hon.
Back to my fans.

I will be competing
in Dance Dance Altoonisburg!

As you know, a crew
must have three members,

so it's a chance
for two lucky followers

to hang with me.

-Hey, Alan.

I'm here to collect
the boat payment.

Where are the girls?

-I have no idea.

Do you wanna say something
to the Alan-nators?

-I do not.

-Wanna join my dance crew?

-Oh, I'm hosting the show.

But if I wasn't,
I'd probably still say no.

-That was my best friend,
Tedward.

Ooh!

See ya later, Alan-nators!

Fisher.

How would you like to join

your old man's dance squad?

-I'd love to, Dad,

but I just remembered
that I'm busy for...

ever.

-Come on.

Why do you think
I spent so much money

on all those tap dance
lessons for you?

So you could join
my dance crew.

-You told me it was because
the arts are important.

-I told you what
you wanted to hear.

-Can you even dance?

-You tell me.

[grunts]

[snapping]

[humming pop melody softly]

[grunting]

[moans]

[grunting]

I'll take that as a maybe!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

-And this is the grand room.

-Ah, yes.

Looks exactly like
my grand room.

-Fancy place you've got,
Mr. Grieves.

So what'd you hire us to do?

-I didn't hire you.
I am the butler.

-For real?

I have a million questions
about butlering.

Or is it butling?

See, that's question
number one.

-Mm.

As fascinating
as that conversation sounds,

I must retrieve my employer.

It's a butling thing.

-Butling.
I knew it!

-This place is so fancy.

This must be a guitar
for rich people.

[harp strumming]

both: Ooh.

[gong crashes]

-May I present
the master of the manor.

-Did somebody say, "Crunchy?"

[together]
Crunchy?

-Who's Crunchy?

-The girls and I
are old friends.

-Is that true?

Are you two secretly old?

-No, he means we've known him
for a long time.

-Oh.

I've never heard
you mention Crunchy.

I thought I was the only Unchy.

-Uh, I was the original Unchy.

Grieves, bang the gong
dramatically.

[gong crashes]

-♪ I got, you got me ♪

♪ We got this ♪

♪ I like the odds
when we're side-by-side ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ Oh, we're taking off,
gonna do this right ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ And when things go off
and friends are on it ♪

♪ 'Cause I got you, got me,
we got this ♪

♪ ♪

[gong crashing]

-That'll do, Grieves.

-Very good, sir.

-Nice shirt.
-It cost more than your house.

-So your name is Crunchy.

Is that short
for Chrunch-stopher?

-Ew, no.
Crunch-bastian.

-Ah.

So how do you all
know each other?

-We met at camp.
It's a long story.

-Yeah.
One I love to tell.

Grieves, puppet time!

-[gasps]
Puppets.

They're like people
but puppets.

-It was my first summer
at puppetry camp.

Did somebody say
"Puppet Crunchy?"

Puppetry camp is where
I met these two.

-Wait.
Are those puppets you two?

-Yeah.
We kind of look amazing.

-So you guys went
to puppetry camp?

-Well, I thought we were
going to puppy camp.

It was a long summer.

-I'm not gonna lie.
I was into it.

-That summer, the three of us
became best friends.

And oh, how we danced.

[laughs]

-Wait.

How is Grieves doing that
with just two hands?

-It's a butling thing.

Grieves, you're k*lling it,
man.

-Then came the summer
before fifth grade.

-That's when I moved
next door to Presley.

-I know.

Because that's when my friends
turned on me!

[dissonant piano chord]

-We didn't turn on you.

-And why did our puppets
turn into monsters?

-Instead of going to camp,

they spent all summer
with their amazing new friend,

Munchy.

-He is amazing.
-That summer was the best.

-They left me all alone
with a broken heart.

I never had friends again.

-Crunchy, that is
not what happened.

-Yeah, we didn't change.

You did when your dad
got super rich

from inventing those cameras

that take your picture
on a rollercoaster.

-It was my idea to charge $ .

-When you became rich,
you became a different person.

-That's the reason you
haven't made any new friends.

-Let's just go.

I don't know what
you KidDING'd us about,

but we are not interested.
-Mm.

-What a shame.
Hm.

I was gonna offer to pay off
your entire debt.

-Did we say
we're not interested?

'Cause we meant,
"What's that you say?"

-I would like to hire you two
to be my dance partners

for the D-D-A's.

I've been watching you rehearse
online and you're good.

With me, you'd be great.

-But we can only dance
in groups of three.

-Yeah, if we danced with you,
we couldn't dance with Munchy.

-Oh, my.
It does mean that.

What do you say?

We get the original g*ng
back together

for a dance competition,

and your entire debt gets paid.

-We're not gonna--
-Ah-ah!

Just take the night
to think about it.

Hey.
[camera shutter clicks]

-Oh.

-You could buy a copy
of that picture

on your way out for $ .

Grieves, show them out.

-Grieves, please have our
carriage brought to the front.

-Munchy, we came here
on a bus.

-Don't embarrass me
in front of Grieves.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

-I can't believe
you paid Crunchy

$ for that picture.

-You gotta cherish the moment.

-So what are we gonna do
about Crunchy?

He's trying to manipulate us
to be his friends again.

But we could wipe out
our entire debt

by doing this one job.

-Right, and here's the dream.

If we pay off that whole thing,

we can go mess
something else up

and start paying that off.

-Ugh.

This is so hard.

I mean, I wanna pay off
this debt

but I don't wanna abandon you

to dance with that jerk,
Crunchy.

-Guys, guys.
Let me make this easy for you.

'Cause I get
the pickle you're in.

And you know how I feel
about pickles.

While they're delicious,

they're not a place one wants
to find oneself.

-Okay, if I followed
your pickle story correctly,

then I think we're dancing
with Crunchy.

-Thank you for understanding,
Munchy.

I guess we'll go
let Crunchy know.

-Well, if we're not doing
the Munchy-Y,

I guess I'll do the Munchy-Bye.

Bye!

[upbeat musical sting]

-Hey, you can't cross
the street there!

That's illegal!

Too bad there's
no crossing guard nearby!

-Crossing Guard Jaget is here!

[exhales sharply]

Wait.
I don't see anyone.

-I thought that
was a guy jaywalking

but it's just a window.

So whatcha doing?

You wanna hang out,
grab a bite,

join my dance crew?

-Nah.

-Fine.

I didn't want you
in my dance crew anyway.

-Yes, you did.

-Yes, I did.

-Oh, Jaget.

Good.
You're here.

Can I talk to you
about something?

-No time to talk.

There was a report
of a jaywalker and-or a window.

Either way, it's not safe.

Okay.
We clear.

What's up, Munchy?

-Should I be upset?

This kid, Crunchy,
offered to pay off our debt

if the girls dance with him
in the competition.

But really,

he just wants to be friends
with them and drive me out.

-Mm.
Been there.

Friends fight over me
all the time.

But obviously those two
turned him down, right?

-They did not, big bro.

-Well, did you tell 'em
how you feel in pickle terms?

-Yes, but they took it
all wrong.

Apparently, not everyone
understands pickles like we do.

They're gonna dance
with Crunchy.

-Then there's only
one thing to do.

-Be honest with them?
-No!

We will form
our own dance crew,

enter the contest, and win.

-That could be fun.

-No!

You can get revenge.

-Fun revenge?

-Revenge is always fun.

-Oh, Fisher.
You wanna join our dance crew?

-Dude, we wanna win.

And there's no way
little science guy can dance.

-If I can't dance,
then why did I invent sneakers

that can instantly turn
into tap shoes?

[mechanical whirring]

[tap dancing]

-He's on our crew.

Also, you're getting me
those shoes for Christmas.

[upbeat musical sting]

-And a five, six,
seven, eight.

-And a Milly Rock.
And a Milly Rock.

And a Bernie Lean.
A Bernie Lean.

Rollerskate.
Rollerskate.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

-That was great.

Aren't we having fun?

Just as much fun as you have
with Munchy, right?

-So much.
-Super fun.

-So what do you guys think
of the big finish to the dance?

-Normally, we finish
on a big lift.

-With Munchy, we were gonna
end with the Munchy-Y.

-Ugh.

I hate lifts and I hate Y's.

Are you a consonant or a vowel?
Pick one.

-So should we try it once with
you actually dancing with us?

-No.

Grieves, from the top.

And this time, like I mean it.

-Of course, sir.
[clears throat]

-And five, six, seven, eight.

-And a Milly Rock.
And a Milly Rock.

And a Bernie Lean.
And a Bernie Lean.

-Something doesn't feel right.

-It's these pants.

I feel like
a shiny garbage bag.

-No, it feels wrong
that we're going to compete

in Dance Dance Altoonisburg
without Munchy.

-Wow.

You got KidDING-DONG jackets?

-Not exactly.
We're now...

Crunchy and the Bunchies.

-So you two are the Bunchies?

-Yep.
I'm a Bunchie.

-And I'm a Bunchie.

-And together,
we're the Bunchies.

-Why are you talking
to the competition, lil bro?

-The competition?
What are you talking about?

And why are you guys
wearing the same outfit?

-We kind of started
our own dance crew.

-We are
the Criss-Crossing Guards.

-With a little science
on the side.

[tap dancing]

-Munchy, you started
your own dance crew?

-Well, I did
because I just wanted--

-Because after you two
broke his heart,

he had no choice.

-We broke your heart?

Why didn't you say anything,
Munchy?

-Yeah, you just talked
about pickles being delicious.

-If you--

-If you were real friends,

you would know
how pickles feel.

-Munchy, we're doing this
for all of us.

-I know but I--

-But now my brother has made
his feelings crystal-clear.

Isn't that right, Munchy?

-Well, actually I--
-They're crystal-clear.

Criss-Crossing Guards
look both ways.

Then exit.

[upbeat music]

[cheers and applause]

-Hello.
I'm Principal Tedward.

And on behalf
of Altoonisburg High School,

welcome
to Dance Dance Altoonisburg.

[cheers and applause]

Okay.
That's enough.

All proceeds from the show
will go toward

getting that weird stink
out of the cafeteria.

And now, please put
your fins together

for tonight's judge,

the Altoonisburg
High School mascot,

Luna the Tuna!

[cheers and applause]

Okay.
That's enough.

And first up, my neighbor Alan,

who says...

he finally found two guys
who can keep up with him.

Welcome My Three Alans!

[cheers and applause]

[Bee Gee's
"You Should Be Dancing]

♪ ♪

-♪ My baby move at midnight ♪

♪ Goes right on till the dawn ♪

♪ My woman take me higher ♪

♪ My woman keep me warm ♪

-This is horrible.

-At least you're not related
to him.

-No, I'm talking about Munchy.

We really hurt his feelings.

-I know, but we're
one dance routine away

from paying off our debt,
and that helps him too.

-Hello, Bunchies!

I came up with a new plan
for the end of the dance.

It's this ah-mazing move that
I came up with all by myself.

The Crunchy-Y!

-The Crunchy-Y?

-You are just ripping off
the Munchy-Y

which is a symbol
of our friendship with Munchy.

-Stop talking about Munchy.

You're my best friends again
or you don't get paid.

Grieves, tempt them
with the money.

-Mm.

-Mm, this card has
enough money on it

to pay off the boat
you exploded.

Now I know a briefcase
full of cash

would be more impressive

but Grieves doesn't have
the upper body strength.

-[grunts]

-I knew you'd take it.

Everyone has a price.

-Yeah, we took it.

Took it do this.

[stomping]

-We are not dancing with you.

Some things are more important
than money.

-What?
Like more money?

-No, like Munchy.
We quit.

-This isn't over.

Grieves, grab that debit card
and storm out with me.

[cheers and applause]

-Try following that!

-Munchy, can we talk to you?

-Sorry.
Not happening.

-But would you talk
to our friends?

-You stole the puppets
from Crunchy's house?

-I stole a lot of things
from Crunchy's house.

Hi, Munchy.

We're sorry we hurt
your feelings.

-We only danced with Crunchy

because we thought
you were cool with it.

-Yeah.

The whole pickle thing
really threw us off.

You need to work
on your metaphors.

-It's true.

-Can you forgive us and dance
with the real versions of us?

-I can't be angry at puppets.

Of course I'll dance with you!

-I see puppets.
What's going on?

-Sorry, big bro.
I can't be on your dance crew.

I'm a KidDING-DONG.

-I can't believe
you're abandoning me

and what's his name.

-My friends need me.

-What?

I learned a whole dance
for this?

I'm out of here.

[tap dancing]

[upbeat musical sting]

[applause]

-Let's hear it for The Extras.

[chuckles]

Well, Luna, it's time
for our final performance.

Please welcome,
Crunchy and the Bunchies!

-Actually, we just reunited
with Munchy,

so we're back to being
The KidDING-DONGS.

-No one cares.

Just dance!

[applause]

[Chris Brown and Juelz
Santana's "Run It"]

♪ ♪

-♪ I know what girls want,
want ♪

♪ I know what they like,
like ♪

♪ They wanna stay up ♪

♪ And party all night ♪

♪ So bring a friend ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Friends ♪

♪ Friends ♪

♪ Friends ♪

♪ Friends ♪

[cheers and applause]

-That was amazing!

That's my son, Munchy.
[laughs]

Daddy's proud of you.

Uh, I mean...
[clears throat]

They danced very well.

I think it's pretty obvious
who's going to win this trophy.

What do you think,
Luna the Tuna?

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

-Crunchy?

-Oh!
I can't believe it.

The winner is me, Crunchy.

This proves that with hard work
and paying off judges,

you can win in the end.

Presley and Lex,
you could be up here,

but you're losers.

Hope your dumb friend
Munchy is worth it.

-"Dumb friend Munchy?"

That's my son.

Give me that trophy.

I'd rather anyone win but you.

-[laughing]
Yes!

I'm anyone!

We won!
We did it, boys.

-Hey.
I won that.

Grieves, get that trophy back.

-No.
I quit.

Luna the Tuna is using
the gold card to hire me.

-Fine.
I don't need you.

I don't need anybody.

[nervous laugh]

I don't know how to get home.

-I can't believe my dad won.

-It's okay.

We may have lost, but we lost
together as friends.

-This is why you're
our favorite Unchy.

-Hey.
Got room for three more?

[upbeat music]