01x11 - Tommy Foolery

[bunniefuu]

TOMMY:
What's the deal-io,
Dil-io?

Tell me you're
not going out for
cheerleading...

again.

You're still trying
to get a plane

to land in
the backyard?

Way more boffo.

I at last received

communication from aliens.

Shocking.

Do you believe it,
guys?

[ laughing]

Don't believe me?

Check that out.

GIRL:
Four, three, two, one!

[ rock music playing]

♪ Every birthday,
my mom and dad would say ♪

♪ "You're another year older,
another year wiser" ♪

♪ But I still go to school

♪ To get an education

♪ I treat each and every day

♪ Like a mini vacation

♪ All grown up!

♪ I really want
to shout it out ♪

♪ All grown up!

♪ I want the world to know

♪ All grown up!

♪ I really want
to shout it out ♪

♪ All grown up

♪ With you

♪ All grown up with...

♪ you.

CHUCKIE:
That's... pretty freaky.

One word: coincidence.

I mean, aliens?

I don't know, Tommy.

It is the explanation
from the kid waving...

a Blubber World flag.

[ all laughing]

TEACHER:
"For never was a story
of more woe

than this of Juliet
and her Romeo."

Oh.

Thus ends the Bard's tragic,
love-filled masterpiece.

He's myRomeo.

Well, he's tragic.

How'd you get paired up with him

on the dance
clean-up committee?

Just lucky, I guess.

Love is so very elusive--

sometimes found,
but mostly lost.

[ sighs]

And now, alas,

I'll be chaperoning
our Spring Fling unescorted.

So low.

Alone.

Now, who can
describe Juliet
in one word?

Sean?

Uh...

"Nice?"

[ students snicker]

Uh...

"Very nice?"

Uh... like, not mean.

Romeo didn't like mean girls,

and... I don't either.

Me and Romeo don't like
the meanies.

Guess that counts you out.

What do you mean?

What do youmean
what do I mean?

I mean you're mean,

so adios to any chance
with Sean... the genius.

I happen to be very nice.

I think so, too.

Who asked you?

Mm-hmm.

I bet you can't be nice--

as in not mean--
for one day.

No, no, no,
make that four days--

till the Spring Fling.

Four days?

I mean... no prob.

Only, what's in it for me?

That warm,
fuzzy feeling
you get

when you
do something
for others.

Shall I repeat the question?

I'll tell you what,
Angelica.

You pull it off,

and I'll switch jobs
with you for the dance.

Just think...

you and Sean
working side-by-side.

Yeah...

picking up trash.

Okay, you're on.

Nice for four days,
starting now.

Does that mean
we won't be

on the Sunshine
Welcome Committee?

Cork it!

Ow!

Okay, now...

TOMMY:
Dil told me

it was in the backyard

where the aliens
left it for him.

He's just not giving up
on this stuff.

Could there be
something to it?

No way-- you know Dil.

He always thinks
aliens are around.

Yeah, Chuckie,
he thought

youwere one till
last Wednesday.

Ha, ha.

But if you think about it,

this is the first time

Dil's ever actually said
they talked to him.

Plus, the woodpile thing
wasbizarro.

Well, that leaves two choices.

Either Dil did it, or they did.

[ imitates eerie music]

[ all laugh]

Okay, there's a logical reason
for everything.

It's so not Dil
to work that hard--

moving wood.

Unless...

Oh, man, it's obvious.

He's out-pranking us.

Revenge for
making him believe

Spike laid that egg.

Oh, yeah.

That was a good one.

He sat on it a whole day.

Hmm, I don't know.

It doesn't really seem like Dil
to think up a prank.

Exactly-- nothing's "like Dil."

That's what makes Dil Dil.

And his plan:
almost perfect.

He's sure the last thing
we'd expect from him

is the old reverse-prank.

Back me up.

So, Dil--

ready to meet
the aliens, huh?

Not today.

Just laser-tag practice.

My team is awesome.

We're lose-free.

And if we win tomorrow

we're in the finals on Saturday.

Wow, that rocks, Dil.

BETTY:
There you go,
Dil-ee.

One "b*at-the-enemy-
banana-power" smoothie to go.

Saturday... hmm.

Isn't that when the aliens
are coming?

Maybe they'll show

in time
for the big game.

Whoa.

Then I'd be famous
on twoplanets.

Well, got to jam.

[ bell jingles]

PHIL:
Dil's living it.

He didn't bat
an eye.

Then there's only
one thing to do--

out-out-prank
little brother Dilan.

Got any ideas?

It's got to be
really, really big.

LIL:
I got to say,

he's acting like
he really believes it.

No way-- he knows
we're watching.

TOMMY:
Anyway, this is all

part of his
elaborate scheme.

I know how his mind works

and I'm
one step ahead

on the
scheme-o-meter.

So what do you got,
Ben Pranklin?

We're going to pull the old
pranko double-reverse.

We plant signs so Dil will think

the aliens really are coming.

He'll be so confused
yet excited

his head
will explode.

Sweet.

Wow, I see it.

Totally.

I see the message

in those
mashed potatoes.

Me, too.

Six little hills
and the big one.

I'm pretty sure it says
they're coming earlySaturday.

Before noon.

Dil, did you see
those weird lights

outside your window
this morning?

No.

Really?

Wow!

Weird lights.

Message in
the potatoes.

This is all going in my
"Aliens and Me" journal

right after practice.

Meanwhile, Dil,

I'll keep on the lookout
for more signs.

Thanks, T.

[ all laughing]

Tommy, just wanted
to tell you:

You're the best.

It really means a lot to me

that you believe me
this time--

you know, trust me
the way I trust you.

[ sighs]

Wow.

That sounded
like he meant it.

He's good.

Uh... you think he'll buy it?

Hello? He converses
with potatoes.

Tommy!

Wow... how did you...

I didn't.

It's them.

They're really
talking to me now.

It's so wicked.

Aw...

But I got
to catch some Z's.

You know,
I am in training

for the game
of my life.

Do you realize
it's the first team

I've ever been on

that's ever won anything?

We could even win the finals.

I'm really
proud of you, D.

You'll do great.

Thanks, bro.

Hey, T?

You think theyhave brothers?

Don't know.

Uh...

But you can ask them
when they come.

Well, night, D.

Night, T.

[ softly]:
Night, guys.

Love the hair.

We should hang some time.

Cute top.

Sorry, Angelica--

phony nice won't cut it.

You want the Sean deal?

Keep it real.

Fine.

Like what?

An act of
selflessness?

A giving of
yourself-ness,

like a good deed.

You got to be
specific:

people, places.

I need some
direction here.

[ sobbing]

Well, if anyone
needs a good deed,

it's Miss Faucet-Face.

Jeez, why don't I just
climb Mount Everest

while I'm at it-- twice.

Ew...

All ready for your game?

And it's not just any game.

It's the big game
before the bigger game.

Dil, it is so nice

how dedicated you are
to your team.

Laser-tag rules.

Got to go.

Uh, by the way,
do you happen to know

why all the pictures in
the house are upside down,

except yours?

Whoa.

This is big.

They did it.

It's another alien sign, Mom.

Uh-huh.

First the bicycle

suspended in midair.

Now this.

Wait till I tell Tommy
when I get home from my game.

The what suspended where?

Come on, he's going to
be back soon.

Got the perfect finishing touch.

Cool.

Hey, how's it
looking, Chuck-o--

like the real deal?

Uh... kind of...

if nobody minds
a crop circle

that looks more like
a crop parallelogram.

We won!

We're in the finals.

Way to go, D.

Let's celebrate.

Okay.

But first, did you see
any more signs?

Anything at all?

Nope, nothing else.

Now, me,
I like to celebrate

a huge victory

with some,
uh... fresh air.

Funny, I prefer fresh socks.

Ha, ha, ha.

Wow!

Your victory is, uh, uh...

so much in the air.

I-I can actually,
uh... feel it,

uh, right out there.

Uh... can you
feel it, too?

Like, uh... now.

Yes.

I feel it.

I feel it, T.

Ah, it's everywhere.

Up and... and down.

Whoa.

Do you see that?

TOMMY:
Wow!

What is it?

They're totally
talking now.

They knew I'd go for

the bizarro
non-circle crop circle.

Wonder what
the blue means?

Who cares?
I love their color sense.

They're so stylish.

I can't believe
it's really happening.

And in my own backyard.

Okay.

Now they've told me
almost everything I need.

Uh, they... have?

Exact-o.

My picture was the only
right-side up one,

so that means
they want me
to come right up.

The crop parallelogram
means "field,"

so I'm to meet them
in the field

where I usually
ride my bike.

Now I just need to know
one more thing.

Which is?

Exactly when
they want to meet me.

Yeah...

When.

How many more days
of this?

I'll tell you what,
Angelica.

You do just
one more nice
teeny-weeny thing

and you and Sean get
to clean up the gym.

Really?

Whatever it is,
piece of cake.

[ sobbing]

No-- O'Keats.

Conquer
Mount Everest.

Huh?

Poetry...

My heart yearns
for the poetry of... the poets.

[ sniffs]

[ weeps]

[ blows nose noisily]

I think she likes poetry.

Yeah?

Right, poetry.

She needs Pangborn.

Pangborn?

Oh, not him, girl.

Hey, he's got poems.

Hideous ones, but...

[ class bell rings]

[ groans]

Miss O'Keats?

When you mentioned
the Spring Fling,

I got very sad.

You see, my parents
can't be there this year

to watch me fling,
uh, into spring.

So I, too, am alone
and was hoping...

That I'll be there
for you, Angelica?

I'm chaperoning anyway.

Though I planed on
lurking in the shadows,

I shan't let you down.

Oh, it'll be
such a comfort

knowing that you're
standing at the, uh...

northwest corner
of the punch bowl.

Huh? The northwest
corner of the...

Punch bowl?

Well, okay.

Anything so you
won't feel all alone.

[ sniffling]:
Thank you... thank you.

Oh, bring your poetry book.

Huh?

Okay, now is where

little brother gets busted

and has to fess up.

Though I must admit,
his acting's better

than I thought it would be.

So, come on.

What's the plan, Stan?

All we have to do

is plant a sign
saying the aliens are coming

at exactly the same time

as Dil's big
laser-tag final.

Aha!

He'll have to come clean then.

Yup-- he'd never
forfeit his game.

Five, four, three, two, one.

[ alarms ringing]

Okay, act casual.

[ whistling]

[ humming]

Did you hear?

All the clocks went off

and the all say the same thing:

Saturday at : p.m.

And the time
at the tone

is Friday, :.

[ all gasp]

What could it mean?

It means they're coming

Saturday at :.

[ all gasp]

Wow.

They travel at :
on a Saturday.

Oh, wait
a minute, Dil.

When's your big
laser-tag game?

[ gasps]

Oh.

How, oh, how can you possibly
be at your game

anda field where the aliens
are coming at the same time?

[ groaning]

[ huffing]

Tommy, I have
to confess something.

I know how much you
believe in me and everything...

It's okay, Dil--
we know.

You do?

So you're not
disappointed in me?

No way, little bro.

You pulled it off so far

and you did great
up till now.

Oh, cool.

So you'll
just have to wait

till next year
to see me win.

Huh?

I'm not going
to my laser-tag final.

I hate letting
my teammates down,

but I'm going to that field
to meet my large-headed,

tiny-chinned, extended-
index-fingered friends.

TOMMY:
I'm starting to feel bad.

I think we can all agree

Dil really believes
it's happening.

Wasn't that the whole idea?

Yeah, when we thought he was
pulling one on us,

but now... I...
I'm not even sure he was.

I think
we should tell him, guys.

What?

No way!

Aren't you the one

who laid down
the rules of prank?

Pick the idea,
plan it out...

Keep it a secret...

ALL:
And follow it through
to the end.

And did I mention
"keep it a secret"?

But guys... he's blowing off
his team's championship game.

Maybe he wants you
to think that

and it's part of his setup.

What if it isn't?

Ever think of that?

Uh... no.

Check it out.

LIL:Tinfoil.

If that isn't a fake
alien in the making.

Oh... he's pranking us
all right.

We're talking Dil here.

He could be just dressing up
as the Tin Man again.

Or not.

I say if anything,
now's the time to amp it up,

like do an all-out
alien visitation--

at the field.

Awesome, Lillian.

Thank you, Philip.

Tommy, if you
think about it,

Dil loves a good joke--
he'll laugh.

This could go down

as one of your
all-time greatest, T.

Or not.

Uh, Dil?

What's up
with the foilage.

Oh, it's my turn to bring snacks
to the laser-tag game,

but seeing as I've opted
for column alien,

would you mind bringing them?

Really?

That's what
the tinfoil was for?

Duh-- I only do Tin Man
on leap years.

Don't worry,

I won't stay with them long.

I'll tell them
I have a cool family--

and homework.

I can't wait

to meet them.

Aw, Dil, I got
to tell you something.

Too much clothing?

Okay, I won't take
the beret and tap shoes.

Dil... oh, man, uh...

Okay, here goes.

Dil, it's all a hoax.

All those signs--
we did them all.

A hoax?

A prank just to get you

because we thought
you were pranking us.

I really thought
this time they were coming...

to see me.

Why are you telling me now?

I guess the more excited you got

the guiltier
I started feeling, uh...

I don't want
you to miss your game.

I'm really sorry, D.

So... the bike?

Us.

Pictures?

Us.

The crop?

Yes, yes-- all of it.

Wait a minute.

How'd you know
what all those signs meant?

What?

They don't mean anything.

[ laughing]

Don't you get it?

You think it's an accident

that you happened
to come up with thosesigns?

Who do you think planted
them in your brain?

Oh-ho-ho, they are
clever little guys.

Or girls... or things.

The parallelogram was brilliant.

Actually, that
was just bad mowing.

Of course it was, Tommy.

They're talking to me,

through you.

I got to get to that field.

But Dil.

You're right--

I may need
the tap shoes.

[ music playing]

[ groans]

Do I have to do
everything around here?

Anyone know a good poem?

I do.

I wrote a whole
book of them.

[ gasps]

Really?

You're a poet?

Yes.

Would you like
to hear one?

[ music playing]

Wow!

You really did a good deed.

Are you kidding?

That was the mother
of all good deeds.

So, I win, right?

Yup.

And there's your prize now.

[ making farting noises]

Here, go sweep him
off his feet.

Happy trash duty,
Angelica.

Dil!

[ gasps]

Whoa...

Hello! I'm here.

It's me, Dil.

Hi.

Dil, it' just
Phil, Lil and Chuckie.

It's Christmas lights
and silver paint.

Tommy, Tommy.

They made those guys do this.

You don't think
they wanted to land

in some boring,
empty field, do you?

They wanted a show.

You know, wacky lights,
funky sounds--

the whole deluxe package.

Psych.

Got you.

Actually, they got you.

Huh?

Dil, come on, it's over.

They're not coming.

Uh-huh--
ye of little faith.

[ all gasp]

I've been looking
for you kids everywhere.

What in the Mount St. Helens
are you doing in this field?

[ car beeps]

Whew!
Whew!

We just pulled

the alien prank
of pranks on Dil.

About which
he remains
in denial.

Aw, don't worry, Dilly.

You'll get them next time.

How about we go home

and scare up
some ice cream?

[ kids agreeing]

They... really
aren't coming?

I tried to tell you.

I'm sorry, Dil--
I feel really bad.

You mean, you really
did do this to me?

Like... nobody made you?

Wow...

I thought you
finally believed me.

Why'd you do that, Tommy?

Oh, man, Dil, please--

I couldn't possibly
feel any worse.

Let's just
get out of here.

[ whirring]

It was amazing.

We ordered in.

They love their pizza.

They eat it kleptors a day.

So... much happen
while I was gone?

It's been,
like, three seconds.

Yeah, three seconds Earth time.

Okay, uh, come on.

We're going to go
to our house for ice cream.

No way-- got to get to my game
before :.

TOMMY:
Dil, what are
you talking about?

You're game's way over.

Check again.

Huh?

It's :.

Okay, and that happened how?

They did that for me.

They didn't want me
to miss my game.

[ whirring]

[ zooming]

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