User:Rainbowderp01/Venthalla (Transcript)

[ Theme song ]

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[kids humming music]

Owen: [panting] Guys! Guys! Guys? Guess what?! [groans]

Courtney: What?

Owen: I finally won a Toy Crane Prize Surprise!

Courtney, Harold, Izzy, Jude, Leshawna, and Noah: [gasp]

[Voiceover]

Toy Crane Prize Surprise!

Courtney: [confessional] I like the way it challenges my growth's motor development.

Duncan: Did you scoop up anything good?

Gwen: Last year alone, there were forty-three crane-related deaths.

Duncan: Gwen, that might be a statistic about real cranes.

Gwen: The article just said cranes.

Owen: Anyway... I scored this!

[ding]

Owen: It's an uber ball!

Jude: Sweet!

Owen: And it only cost me seventy-eight dollars in quarters.

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[coins clinking]

[happy music winds down]

Owen: Aww... [gasps] [strains] [gasps]

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Noah: Careful, Owen. You know what Chef does when he catches us with toys from home.

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Chef: Mine. Mine. Mine!

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Owen: [gasps] Right! I should put it away.

Duncan: Ha! What's the point of showing us your uber ball if you're not gonna bounce it? [confessional] Whenever there's a chance to cause anarchy, I like to take it.

[blow, pop]

Noah: Oh, bouncing it is a bad idea.

Duncan: Or... is it the best idea?

Owen: [straining] [confessional] On the one hand, Noah is right. On the other hand, Duncan is right. On the other hand, uh... hey, who's hand is that? [real time] I'll bounce it. Once.

[slow mo]

[electricity crackles]

[pew]

Izzy, Jude, Noah, and Owen: Ah!

[pinging]

[glass breaks]

[whack]

Chef: Who brought this into my day-care?!

Owen: [chuckles]

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Owen: Please, Chef! Please don--

Chef: You know the rule. Any toy from home brought into my day-care without permission belongs to me. Uh, you kids have been losing toys to me for years. Think you'd learn, but nope.

Duncan: Hmm.

Chef: No one here ever learns.

Noah: Does that make you feel like you're failing as a teacher?

Chef: Ask that question again.

Noah: [to Owen] Someone's feeling a little touchy this morning.

[beeping]

Izzy: [gasps]

Duncan, Izzy, and Owen: Whoa...

Owen: Remarkable.

Duncan: [confessional] Did you see all those toys?!

Owen: [confessional] It was like Christmas in a closet! Only... it's not Christmas, and that's not a closet.

[clunk, clicking]

Chef: I hope you learned something from this.

Izzy: He's learned that you're a big meanie!

Owen: Uber ball, I love you! [grunts] Ah... huh?

Izzy: You are so funny! Did you see what you did? You were like, boom! Ba, boom, bleh! [laughs]

Duncan: [groans] Ah... [gasps]

[creak]

Duncan: [confessional] With a few supplies from that cabinet, I can finally escape from this day-care. I'll need their help, so I gotta convince them that this is about Owen's ball. [real time] If we work together like the best friends we are, we can reunite this beautiful, beautiful boy with the uber ball he so rightfully deserves!

Owen: I never knew we were such good friends, Duncan, but I guess we are.

Duncan: [strains]

Owen: Let's get my ball back!

Beth, Bridgette, Izzy, Jude, Leshawna, and Noah: Yeah!

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[Izzy humming Mission Impossible]

Duncan: I made a map of the vents to get us into Chef's office and Izzy knows the code to the keypad locks.

Izzy: Beep boop boop boop boop beep.

Duncan: Great, great. S-Stop. Stop it.

Izzy: Beep.

Jude: Um, what about the rectal scan?

Courtney: [sighs] For the last time, Jude, retinal is the eye, rectal is the--

Owen: But how will we open that lock?

Duncan: I got one of Chef's eyes.

Courtney, Harold, Izzy, Jude, Leshawna, and Noah: Ew!

Duncan: Relax. I'll put it back, and he won't know it's gone, 'cause I stuck a big marble in its place which he can't see with his other eye. Noah, why don't you stay behind and make sure Chef doesn't notice we're missing?

Courtney: Or... I could stay behind.

Duncan: No dice, princess. You'd rat us out first chance you get.

Courtney: [confessional] I absolutely would. [real time] [sighs] Fine. I'll go.

Gwen: You're all going to die up there. So... bye.

Izzy: Bye, Gwen!

Duncan: All right, let's go!

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[kids humming spy music]

[video game music]

[chomp]

[clunk]

Owen: [grunting] Ah!

Duncan: Come on!

Owen: I'm okay! [grunts]

Izzy: Boop beep beep boop boop bop boop bop beep.

[scan]

[clunk, clicking]

Duncan: Free toys! Oh yeah!

Harold: Woohoo!

Jude: Gnar!

Izzy: Gum!

Owen: Uber ball, it's me, Owen. Remember all the good times we've had?

[short montage]

Owen: I guess it hasn't been that long.

Harold: Har-har!

Jude: Yay!

Courtney: Guys! Stop playing with all these toys! We're only here for Owen's ba--

[squeak]

Courtney: [gasps] My Hannah Hug doll!

[squeak]

Courtney: No, this is wrong. We need to put everything back. Duncan, tell them to... Duncan?

Duncan: Eh, thanks guys, but this was actually an escape plan, for me. Later.

Izzy: [mouth full] Oh no! He's got a map!

Courtney: The map? Duncan, wait!

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Chef: Why's it so quiet in here today?

Noah: Your eye! Oh, uh, me, we are uh... we are, uh, pl-playing a game.

Chef: Nice, what are y'all playing?

Noah: Marbles. No! No, not face marbles. Ha! Um, ha, hide and seek! But it is so hard! Yeah, they're best hiders on earth.

Chef: Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, Noah. You're bad at lots of things.

Noah: [cries]

Chef: W-Wait now, I-I didn't mean it like that. I know, let's make a list. We'll put a gold star for all the things you're good at, and a sad cat sticker for what you're bad at. Hmm... things you're good at.

[clock ticking]

Chef: Uh, let's start with things you're bad at. That'll be easier.

Noah: [sighs]

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[kids humming spy music]

[video game beeping]

Izzy: Trust me, I'm super good at directions 'cause I swallows a compass when I was a bab--

[clang]

Courtney: Does anyone remember which way will get us out of here?

Harold: Arr! Let a pirate lead the way!

[stretch]

Harold: Ow!

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Duncan: Mission accomplished! Phase two, take care of number one.

[tape stretching]

[kids humming spy music]

[video game beeping]

Harold: Argh, this pirate be lost, mateys.

Courtney: What? Great. We're gonna die up here!

Izzy: Gwen will be so happy!

Owen: [sniffs]

Jude: Don't cry on me, bro. If your dam breaks, my dam breaks.

Owen: I'm not crying. I-I smell something. [sniffs] Is that...

Owen's Brain: Pizza?

Owen: Hahaha! It's pizza lunch day!

Courtney, Harold, Izzy, and Jude: Yay!

Owen: Come on, guys. This way.

Courtney, Izzy, and Jude: Go, pizza! Go pizza! Go pizza!

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Chef: And you don't always make it to the bathroom in time. Should that be a sad cat sticker? Yeah, because it's kinda gross. Oh, we're out of sad cats.

Noah: [choked up] This is really taking a chunk out of my self-confidence. [cries]

Chef: Okay, okay, hang on. Uh, let's do the other side. Uh, you're the loudest crier I know! Huh? Yeah, let's pretend that's a good thing.

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Duncan: This was a brilliant plan!

[twirl]

Chef: We'll work more on the "things you're good at" list later, 'cause the pizza will be ready soon, so--

[streak]

Duncan: [muffled laugh]

Chef: [growls]

Owen: The smell is getting stronger! We're almost-- [grunts] Okay, I'm stuck.

Courtney, Izzy, and Jude: Go pizza! Go pizza! Ow.

Chef: I'll deal with you in a minute. Hide and seek game over! Now!

Noah: Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[ceiling cracks]

[all scream]

Chef: [growls]

[toy beeps]

Chef: You didn't!

Owen: I just wanted my uber ball back! Hey, where'd it go?

[ball rolls]

[all gasp]

[slow mo]

[electricity crackles]

[rocket]

[pinging]

[all screaming]

Harold: [grunts]

Izzy: [muffled scream]

[crash]

Owen: We still get pizza, right?

[thud]

Owen: Ow.

[credits]