-Okay. Now, to dance like
a robot is actually very easy.
-To be clear, I didn't ask
to dance like a robot.
I asked to become
a dancing robot.
-Just show us what to do.
-Great!
Let's try it with music.
[ice cream truck music plays]
-Hmm, strange choice
of music,
but I'm into it.
-This isn't my music.
-Trash!
Fresh trash!
-Hey, it's my friend,
Briles, from the dump.
-Hey, Munch-man.
Nice robot dancing.
-Thank you, Briles!
You always say
the sweetest things.
-I thought I heard
the dump cart man.
-Fisher, got lots
of good stuff for ya.
-Briles brought me
some equipment from the dump.
I'm trying to build
an air cannon powerful enough
to blow leaves off trees
before they fall.
-Take that, nature!
-And it gets me out
of the dump,
which is a nice distraction,
especially since Pidgey left.
-[sighs]
I guess I'll ask.
Who's Pidgey?
-Oh, she was my pet pigeon.
Until she flew away!
[sobbing]
-Hey, Briles.
Look at me.
I would never fly away
from you, buddy.
I will stay right here by
your side until the very end--
[phone chimes]
Oh, my phone!
-Hey, it's a KidDING
from a restaurant.
But the name is just
a bunch of letters.
F-N-C-E-E?
-I think it's pronounced
"fancy."
-[gasps]
both: Ooh!
-Sounds fancy.
-Oh, it is!
I know.
I get their trash,
and it is, mwah.
Ugh!
I should never have
kissed that hand.
I haven't washed it
since I left the dump.
-But, yeah,
I've heard of FNCEE.
The waiters make salad
right next to your table.
Here, let me show you.
I have it bookmarked.
-[dryly]
Voilà.
-Ah, my dream is to get a sh*t
at making the ultimate
tableside salad.
-Well, I thought your dream
was to become a dancing robot.
-[robotically]
I can have two dreams.
-Well, let's get down
to FNCEE.
We'll leave you guys
to your trash.
-Pardon, but FNCEE is closed.
Ah!
Perhaps you're looking
for Sloppy Burger.
It is down the street.
Enjoy the toys with your meals.
-No, we're here
for the KidDING.
-But to be clear, we do
like toys with our meals.
-Ah, yes. I'm Lyonne,
the maître d'.
-So, is this where I'll stand
when I'm the hostess?
-No, no, no, no, no.
No!
You misunderstand.
You are not going to be seen
by our customers.
-Oh, so we're gonna be
working in the kitchen,
like, as chefs?
-No. No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
You are here to fix our problem
with a...
[whispers]
rat.
-[loudly]
A rat?
-Shh!
-But we're not exterminators.
-Exactly. I cannot hire
real exterminators.
The mayor is having
her birthday dinner here
in five hours.
If word got out about the rat,
we'd be ruined,
and no one would pay $
for our scallops.
-I see. Would you please
give us a moment?
-Of course.
-Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I am not going anywhere
near that rat!
They try to eat you.
-No, I have a feeling
that Kevin is different.
-Who's Kevin?
-That's what
I just named the rat.
I name every animal
I ever think about.
Watch.
I'll think of a hippo.
Charles.
-Whoa.
That is the perfect name
for a hippo!
-I know.
Okay, now we have
to catch Kevin
so we can find him a new home.
-It'll be an adventure.
Like a safari, only with rats.
A rat-fari!
-Well, you two have fun.
I'll be at Sloppy Burger, where
the rats stay in the kitchen.
-Oh, come on!
Think of scared little Kevin.
He needs our help.
[squeakily]
"Help me, Presley!"
-Okay, fine.
But I'm not touching it.
Or looking at it.
Or thinking about it.
Ugh! I just thought about it!
-So, you're going
to catch the rat?
-Yep.
-Good.
These are kitchen tools
for the rat k*lling.
Take your pick.
I prefer the stabby thing.
-Hey!
-Ow!
-We are not stabbing anything.
We are going to safely remove
and re-home him.
This will be perfect
to catch him.
-This will be perfect
to catch him across the head.
Gently across the head.
-Whoa.
I feel like Thor.
[raspingly]
Follow me.
A rat-fari awaits!
Look! There it is!
-The rat?
-No, that's where waiters make
salad right next to your table!
-Focus.
We need to find Kevin.
-Let's do it.
I'll be right behind you...
using you as a shield.
[rat squeaks]
-Guys, look!
He's behind the drapes!
-Okay. I have a plan.
On three, we get it.
One, two, three. Go!
Where'd he go?
-Okay, Presley,
do you see him?
-No, I think we scared it off.
Why are you looking at me
like that?
-[slowly]
No reason.
I just want you to remain calm.
-When you talk to me
like that,
it makes me think
something is wrong.
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-We just want to talk.
-And capture the rat
on your shoulder.
-[screams]
-Oh, there he goes!
[rat squeaks]
-Uh, guys?
Why'd he stop?
And why is he staring at us?
-Don't worry.
He's more scared of us
than we are of him.
[rat squeaks]
-He wants to eat us!
Run!
[all scream]
-♪ 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 up
in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me,
we got this ♪
-I can still feel
the rat crawling on me.
-Oh, come on.
It's just a cute little animal.
Did you see his beady little
eyes and his yellow teeth?
-It tried to eat me
like I was a $ -scallop!
-Guys, we gotta go back.
It's still our job to catch it.
And there's only three hours
until the mayor's
birthday party starts.
-Okay, but kitchen utensils
are not going
to catch that sneaky rat.
I'm calling backup.
Fisher!
-No!
-Fisher!
-'Sup, Lex?
-Fisher, we need your help.
-To k*ll a rat.
-To catch a rat
without hurting it.
-Wink, wink.
-No winks.
-Actually, the air cannons
I've been working on
might be perfect for this.
-I think this is
a great plan.
Wink, wink.
-I'm not sure you understand
how winking works.
-Oh, don't I?
Wink.
No, I really don't.
Can someone explain?
-Hey, thanks again
for bringing those jumpsuits
from the dump.
-Oh, in the biz,
we call them dumpsuits.
And I'm happy to.
I know what it's like
getting bit by rats.
Better than opossums,
worse that raccoons.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
-Yeah!
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Now that's an entrance!
-See? Told you
the smoke machine was worth it.
-Okay, now you can use
those high-powered
portable air cannons
to herd the rat into this.
It's a trap that
will safely suck the rat in.
-Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Can we go back
to the high-powered
air cannons, please?
-Right. There's something
you should know.
Your packs are set
to level two.
Turning them any higher
would blow air
at the same velocity
as a hurricane.
-Why would you add a setting
that's too powerful to use?
-I'm a scientist,
but I'm still a kid.
Okay, everyone.
Power up your rat packs.
[rat-packs whirring]
-[imitates whirring]
Just wanted to feel like
I was a part of things.
-Okay. See if you can get
this fake rat from here,
over to the trap.
[rat-packs whooshing]
I'll open the trap.
[rat trap dings]
When you see the light
turn green,
that means you've
trapped the rat inside.
-Garbage and science
working together.
Whoo!
-Uh, hey, uh,
ever since Pidgey left,
I've been looking
at getting a new pet.
Maybe I could bring that
little rat you catch home
to live at the dump?
-Well, I do have
an extensive screening process
on animal owners.
-What if I interview Briles
for you?
I know exactly
what you're looking for.
I've read
your animal adoption blog.
All pages, twice.
-Huh, I never thought
your obsession with me
would be helpful.
Interview away.
both: Yes!
-Boy, you just never know
the days
that are gonna
change your life forever.
[Ray Parker Jr.'s
"Ghostbusters" playing]
♪ ♪
-We're back.
Empty?
Well, that was a waste
of an entrance.
-Where have you been?
I hired you to catch the rat
and the mayor's birthday starts
in two hours.
-[gasps]
That's only two hours from now!
-So get in and catch the rat.
-With this baby,
we have plenty of time!
[rat-pack whooshing]
Sorry!
-[bitterly]
You fill me with confidence.
Now go!
-Okay.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Mm. Mm-hmm.
Very impressive résumé.
-Oh! Thank you.
I found it last week
in the trash.
-Very resourceful...
and gross.
Using this stuffed rat,
show me how you'd tuck him in
at night.
-[clears throat]
♪ Rock-a-bye, Kevin ♪
♪ In the trash dump ♪
♪ I hope in your dreams ♪
♪ You run, play, and jump ♪
-Wow, you're really good
at this--
-[softly]
Shh! He's sleeping.
-Okay, let's focus
and safely catch Kevin.
We just need to catch him away
from anything breakable, and--
oh, my gosh, is that
a chocolate fountain?
There is nothing better
than coating your food
with chocolate from a fountain.
-You obviously have not seen
salad being made tableside.
-[screams]
Rat!
[rat-pack whooshes,
tableware shatters]
-That wasn't a rat.
That was a napkin!
-But I got it pretty good,
right?
-Yes, but we have
to be careful
so we don't mess this place up.
-There he is!
Let's blast him.
-No! Hey, we can't.
He's right next
to the chocolate fountain.
-Then what are we gonna do?
-Munchy, you brought cheese
to lure the rat?
That's brilliant!
-No, I found it in the pocket
of this suit from the dump.
-Ooh! Wait, give me that!
Come follow this cheese away
from the chocolate fountain.
-So I can blast you,
you vicious monster.
-Presley, it worked!
-Eat air, rat!
[rat-packs whoosh]
-It went under the table!
-Okay.
Keep him pinned down,
and I'll slide in the trap!
-Okay.
[rat-packs whooshing]
[rat trap thuds, dings]
-[gasps]
The light is green!
That means Kevin's in there.
-And we didn't even
break anything!
-Okay, let's tell Lyonne
we caught her rat.
-But first, a celebration.
Who wants sparkling cider?
-Munchy, no!
-Not from the bottom!
-Oh, did you guys
want some too?
-No.
-Hey!
-Done!
[stopwatch beeps]
-Impressive time!
-That's the first time
I've put a diaper on a rat!
-We got him!
-Well, you'll be happy to hear
that Briles is the perfect
candidate to adopt Kevin.
-Great! You can
bring him home right now.
-Yes! I'm so glad
I brought my rat car seat.
-Say hello
to your new best friend.
-That's not a rat.
It's a napkin.
-I'm not opposed
to a pet napkin,
but I had my heart set
on a rat.
-That sneaky rat
must have tricked us
into capturing a napkin.
-Do you know what this means?
-[gasps]
The restaurant is gonna be
one napkin short for dinner!
-And Kevin is still
on the loose!
-Oh, that is more important.
-And the mayor's birthday
is going to start in--
minutes ago.
-Okay, let's get back to that
restaurant and rescue Kevin.
-So, what do you guys want
to do while they're gone?
-Presley!
-Presley, come on.
-Noo! Don't make me!
-No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
You caught the rat.
I paid you.
You are never to return
to FNCEE.
-Listen, Lyonne.
And you're gonna laugh
when you hear this.
-We thought we caught
Kevin the rat,
but we really caught
one of your napkins.
-What?
-And here's the funny part:
the rat is still somewhere
in your restaurant.
Isn't that funny?
[forced laughter]
-This is what I get
for hiring buffoons.
The mayor is already inside
with her party.
-Don't worry.
We're going to,
how you say, catch le rat.
-Not dressed like that,
you're not.
You look like exterminators.
-I see what you're saying.
We'll dress up all the waiters
to look like exterminators.
That way, we blend in.
-Or we dress you up
to look like the waiters.
-Ah.
-That makes more sense.
[elegant piano music]
♪ ♪
-There's Mayor Gildersleeve.
I recognize her from that
one time I watched the news.
-Okay. Let's go find Kevin.
-Okay.
-Enjoy your meal.
Enjoy your meal.
-Excuse me, waiter.
I would like you to make me
a tableside salad.
-Oh, my gosh!
It's happening!
[clears throat] I mean,
right away, mademoiselle.
Voilà!
-This looks amazing!
Mmm! And it tastes even better!
[clinks glass]
As mayor and birthday girl,
I demand everyone
try this salad!
[crowd murmurs]
-Oh, my gosh.
Do you see that?
-I know! Munchy is incredible
at making salads!
He turned that radish
into a flower.
-No!
Over there.
It's Kevin the rat.
-[whimpers]
I see him!
-But how are we supposed
to catch him
with everybody watching?
-Voilà!
-That's it!
I'll signal to Munchy to get
everyone into the lobby.
Munchy!
-There is no way Munchy's
gonna know what that means.
-Anyone who wants a salad,
please follow me to the lobby!
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
-This is why I should never
underestimate Munchy.
-What can I say?
I know how the dude thinks.
Okay, let's get ourselves
a rat.
-Okay.
-What is happening?
-I'm making salads
in the lobby.
-This is not a lobby.
It's a foyer.
-Then I'm making salads
in the foyer.
-Salad in the lobby?
What a birthday I'm having!
-Anything for the mayor.
[both laugh]
-Okay.
Time to crank our rat-packs up
to level three.
-What? No. Hey!
Fisher said anything higher
than a level two would
blast out air like a hurricane.
-Do you want to catch this rat
or not?
-[sighs]
You're right.
Kevin needs us.
Kevin.
Come here, buddy.
-Kevin, Presley's coming
for ya.
There!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[chocolate fountain clatters]
[both gasp]
-My beautiful
chocolate fountain!
-Over there!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[cake splatters]
-He got away!
Where is he?
-There's no way to tell!
Just blast and scream!
[both screaming]
[rat-packs whooshing]
[bang, clatters]
-What was that?
-That's the sound
of me creating salad art!
[bang, glass shatters]
Uh, I have an idea.
Let's have everybody
chant "salad" again.
all: [chanting]
Salad! Salad! Salad!
Salad! Salad!
-Presley, don't move.
He's on the table.
-Let's blast him!
-No, don't!
He's next
to the sparkling cider tower.
It's the only thing
we haven't destroyed.
-Okay. Then bring your trap
over here!
-I'm scared if I move,
he'll run away again.
Just grab him.
-With what?
-Your hands!
-No! No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No!
-You can do this.
I believe in you.
Just pretend it's not a rat.
It's a tiny, fuzzy puppy.
-Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
It does not feel like
a tiny, fuzzy puppy!
-Here. The trap.
[rat trap dings]
Rat, secured!
-What have you done?
You have destroyed
my beautiful restaurant!
-No.
The tower of glasses
is still standing.
-Yeah, see?
Good as new!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[screams]
-You three kids are
in so much trouble.
I am calling the authorities.
-I don't think so.
This young man just made me
the best salad of my life.
I hereby give him
and his two friends
a mayoral pardon.
-Yeah!
-Now let's go
to Sloppy Burger!
-Yeah!
-Salad kid,
you wanna roll with us?
-Salad kid is in!
-Okay, Briles, are you ready
to meet Kevin?
-Never more ready
for anything in my life!
-What?
It's empty.
Kevin must have escaped!
Find him!
Okay. Forget it, Presley.
He's gone.
-That's okay.
I think I'm finally over
my fear of rats.
Wherever Kevin is,
I hope he's happy.
-Well, the good news is,
he's happy.
-What?
-[slowly]
Everything is perfectly fine.
-Oh, no!
Not again!
Why do rats love my shoulder?
Okay. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
[screams]
01x19 - Rat Busters
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After accidentally setting their principal's boat on fire, best friends Lex, Presley, and Munchy create an app to get jobs to pay off their debt.
After accidentally setting their principal's boat on fire, best friends Lex, Presley, and Munchy create an app to get jobs to pay off their debt.