User:Rainbowderp01/Cone in 60 Seconds (Transcript)

[ Theme song ]

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Owen: Woohoo! Woohoo! Today's the day! Today's the day! Woohoohoo! Yeah! Yay!

Jude: Dude, what's got your joy meter at overdrive? [chuckles]

Owen: It's my favorite season! There's Halloween chocolate chocolate season, hot chocolate chocolate season, rabbit chocolate chococlate season, and starting today, it's chocolate ice cream chocolate season! [drools]

Duncan: Um, you do know that chocolate ice cream is available all year?

Owen: Aha. I'm not talking store ice cream. I'm talking truck ice cream! I saved all year long!

Harold: Okay, but why are you--

Owen: Shh. Listen. It's happening. It's really happening. Here comes the ice cream truck!

Beth, Duncan, and Owen: [gasps]

[joyful music]

Duncan: Everyone else just saw that, right?

Beth: That was the fourth weirdest thing I have ever seen.

[joyful music]

Owen: Shh, listen. There it is again. [gasps] Ice cream! Huh? Wha? [gasps]

[kids hum dramatic music]

[coins jingle]

Owen: No!

Father Rat: Kids... there's no other way to say this. We're broke. We have no money. Zero. We can only afford to feed one of you. To the other.

[rats gulp]

Mother Rat: [cries]

[coins jingle]

Father Rat: It's a miracle, kids! We're saved!

Rat Kid: [burps]

Owen: My ice cream money...

MacArthur: Ice cream! Ice cream! [licks] Ahh...

Owen: I need that ice cream! Hoo hoo! [licking]

MacArthur: Hey, no licking the truck.

Owen: [chuckles]

Noah: [confessional] This is bad. When Owen gets his mind set on eating a thing, but doesn't get to, he starts eating things that look like that thing. Oh, I gotta help him out before he sees my undershirt.

Owen: [gasps]

[kids hum dreamy music]

Noah: Owen, wait! Ha, hey, ice cream trucker. Heh, how long you parking here?

MacArthur: 'Til 2pm sharp. Then I hit the park.

Noah: Oh, you can score two bucks by then.

Owen: You mean if I can get two bucks by 2pm, you'll sell me an ice cream?!

MacArthur: Yeah, that's how money works.

Owen: Aw, you're on! Don't go anywhere!

MacArthur: I won't! Until 2pm.

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Owen: Guys, guys! I need to borrow a few bucks. I'm good for it! Please? Oh, come on, Gerald.

Noah: Owen, if you want to bring in the coin, you need to start your own business.

Owen: [confessional] I never had a business before. I've been told to mind my own business, but I think that's different.

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Owen: Anything! I'll do anything! One dollar each!

Harold: Could you hide my pet? He's outgrowing my lunch box.

[sandwich roars]

Owen: What is that?!

Harold: It was my bologna sandwich, but then I forgot to eat it, and now it has a pet mold experiment.

Owen: I'll give the little guy a good home.

[sandwich roars]

Owen: Ah!

Harold: Here's your dollar! Ha, Henry and I have such wonderful times. Henry's what I named him. He loved helping me with my ninja training. Ho ho. He has quite the sensitive side too.

Owen: Bad sandwich! Bad sandwich!

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Owen: So you just want me to call Chef on the phone?

Duncan: [chuckles] Yup. Yup, that's it.

[scary music]

Chef: This movie is terrifying.

Actress: [in movie] Hello? Is someone there?

Chef: No no no, don't do it! Don't go into the basement! Ah, she's going downstairs! Get out of there, lady, it's too quiet!

[snap]

[ohone rings]

Actress and Chef: [scream]

Duncan: [laughs] Did you see that?! That was awesome! Here's a little something extra for you.

Owen: But this is what you owed me.

Duncan: I know. I was planning to rip you off.

Owen: Yes! Not ripped off!

[clock chimes]

Owen: Oh no! It's almost 2pm and I'm a dollar short!

Gwen: Oh, Owen. I have a job for you.

Owen: Okay.

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Gwen: Clean out my cubby, no questions asked.

Owen: Ha.

Gwen: And I'll give you a full dollar. Half now, and if you survive, half later.

Owen: It's a deal! Which one's yours? Eh... Oh...

Gwen: Heh.

Owen: Ugh. [screams] No. no! Ugh! Rah! Bats? A snake? Who brings a scorpion to school?

Gwen: Nice job.

Owen: Ah!

Gwen: Here you go.

Noah: Owen, look! You did it! You have enough money to buy all the ice cream in-- well, in a cone!

Owen: Here I come, chocolate! One chocolate ice cream please!

MacArthur: Chocolate dip?

Owen: Duh.

MacArthur: Nuts?

Owen: Some people think so.

MacArthur: Sprinkles?

Owen: Always.

MacArthur: Hot fudge on top?

Owen: Of course!

MacArthur: All right, here you go.

[kids hum lovely music]

Owen: [drools]

MacArthur: Hoo hoo, sorry, it's 2pm. I'm off to the park!

[tires squeal]

[zoom]

Noah: Owen? Buddy? You okay?

[twitch]

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[daydream]

Owen: Huh? Oh, wait! Ugh... Huh...

[daydream ends]

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Bridgette: But you didn't get your ice cream. You wanted it all day, remember? It was a big deal.

Owen: It's fine, I don't need ice cream. It's fine, I'll be fine. I'll be fine/ [continues under]

Bridgette: I'm so glad Owen's fine. He is taking this really well.

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Owen: No, it's fine. It's fine, fine. It's fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine!

Noah: Guys, we need to find that ice cream truck.

Duncan: Why? I don't want ice cream.

Beth: Yeah, me neither.

Jude: I'm good, but thanks, dude.

Noah: Not for us. For Owen.

Owen: Fine, fine, fine, fine.

Noah: He worked so hard to earn that money. Getting this truck ice cream is everything to him! And I'm gonna help him get some! Will you help me?

Beth, Bridgette, Duncan, Harold, and Jude: Okay.

Gwen: Whatever.

Noah: Let's see, she said she was heading all the way to the park... [gasps] We have to cut her off.

Harold: That's preposterous! The truck has a massive headstart!

Izzy: You guys get after it, I'll slow it down from here! [straining]

Bridgette, Duncan, and Noah: [worried noises]

Izzy: I can change traffic patterns with my mind. [straining] There. That was a big one.

[sirens wailing]

Noah: That was a coincidence, right?

Duncan: Right.

Bridgette: Right.

[cars crashing and alarms blaring]

[horns honking]

MacArthur: Urgh, come on! I got ice cream to sell!

Owen: And I've got ice cream to get!

[tires squeal]

[kids scream]

MacArthur: [gasps] Time to beat it! Time to lose 'em!

[tires squeal]

MacArthur: [screams]

Mother: [screams]

Baby: [screams]

[tires screech]

[whack]

Izzy: Hi!

Noah: Hand over the ice cream and we can end this madness right here!

MacArthur: Over my dead body!

[tires squeal]

Noah: Is it just me or does it seem like that ice cream lady does not want to sell ice cream?

Beth: Seems like a really bad business model.

Izzy: Get her!

[zooming]

Harold: We'll never catch her!

Izzy: I know a shortcut! Ha ha!

Gwen, Harold, and Jude: [screaming]

All but Izzy: [scream]

Izzy: [gasps] We're ahead of her! Yes!

Harold: We just have to make a road block!

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Harold: There. Nothing will get past this traffic jam. Pretty realistic, don't you think? Note the emaculate detailing.

[zoom]

Harold: No!

Izzy: Do it again! Do it again! [laughs] I'm sorry we couldn't stop the ice cream truck, Owen.

Owen: It's okay. I guess I can go one whole day without chocolate.

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MacArthur: Great. I can still make it to the park by 2:30. Ah!

[tires squeal]

[joyful music]

[honking]

MacArthur: Get out of the way, you crazy cat!

[shing]

MacArthur: Wait, no, no, no, no, no, no!

[tires hiss]

MacArthur: Ice cream lady!

[ding]

MacArthur: [sighs] Guess I might as well make a sale. What'll it be?

Owen: One chocolate ice cream cone, dipped, sprinkles, no nuts, fudgy lump on top! Please?!

MacArthur: Coming up.

Owen: [gasps]

All but Owen: Yay!

Owen: I did it, Noah. I finally did it! And it was thanks to you, my friends.

Noah: Ah, we were happy to help, buddy.

Owen: [gasps]

[splat]

MacArthur: I'm out of here.

[engine starts]

Owen: Meh. Five second rule. [licking] Mm, street cone. Ha ha!

[credits]