Boyster (2014) s01e04 Episode Script

This is the story of an extraordinary oyster.
[music.]
Born from a toxic spill, he was adopted by humans with his shell brother.
And now, he must hide his secret oyster powers.
[theme music plays.]
[electricity zaps.]
[Boyster.]
Boyster! [male announcer.]
The Playbox 3000! Even more powerful, even faster, even more expensive! [moaning.]
[man clears throat.]
[chuckles.]
[moaning.]
Ow! [shudders.]
Thanks, Rafik.
I guess I go a little nuts when it comes to the new Playbox.
Too bad I'll never have enough money to buy one.
Are you kidding? Our new line of musical shoes is gonna make us rich! [music plays.]
[grunting.]
[both.]
Yeah! Um sorry to interrupt this touching ritual.
But may I remind you that we're here to get my Sukudai DVD signed? [crowd yelling.]
Patience, my adoring fans.
Chef Sukudai may have five stars, but he only has one pen.
Oh, no! Look at this crowd! Relax, Shelby.
Oyster Boy's got you covered.
- Oh! - Huh? [grunts.]
[straining.]
Huh? [straining.]
Whoa! [sighs.]
Boyster! You know better than to use your powers in front of all these people! [Boyster whimpers.]
But who cares?! Chef Sukudai signed my DVD! Whoa! You stink, bro! [sniffing.]
Oh, cod fish! Two pounds, please.
[yelling.]
[sniffing.]
[speaking foreign language.]
Tempura, Sukudai-style! Tempura, Sukudai-style, Shelby-style.
And for dessert crépe flambe with green tea! [doorbell rings.]
I'll get it! Hello, my name is Bruno.
I just moved here, and I don't know anyone.
Wanna come over to my house and hang out? Cool! Welcome, Bruno! - My name's Boyster.
- [Shelby.]
Help! Shell flambe! But right now I have stuff to do.
We'll hang out later! [door slams.]
Yah! [shouting.]
[whimpering.]
[doorbell rings.]
Boyster! - Welcome to my oh.
- Nice crib! - Bruno, this is my buddy Rafik.
- Sorry, I'm only allowed to have one friend over at a time.
Oh.
Hey! Why don't we all go to the skatepark? Or why don't we play [choir singing.]
The Playbox 3000! - [moaning.]
You're drooling again.
- Sorry, Rafik, but Bruno can only have one friend at a time! Catch you later.
OK? Yes, OK.
Goodbye! [door slams.]
[wind gusting.]
[music plays.]
[laughing.]
Ah! [sighs.]
Rafik! Bruno's place is awesome! He's got all the Spidodude comics, his own hot tub, - and this humongous TV! - Oh, yeah? Cool.
I was having a pretty awesome time too.
- [whistles.]
With my main man, Sherman.
- That's Herman.
You bet it is! Don't you just love this guy? Yesterday, we saw Monsters Vs.
Riding Mowers.
And today, we're going to Aquafunland.
Huh?! We were supposed to go together! Aw, sorry, man.
But I'm only allowed to bring one friend at a time.
[Rafik grunting.]
- Hey! That's our secret handshake! - It is? I must have forgot.
Maybe you and Bruno can come up with a new one.
See ya! [cell phone vibrates.]
[Boyster.]
Huh? [phone chimes.]
[Boyster gasps.]
Oh! [phone chimes.]
[phone chimes.]
[sobbing.]
OK, that's enough for today.
[coins jingle.]
Hm [sighs.]
[doorbell buzzes.]
- Rafik, I gotta talk to you.
- One sec.
Ah, go ahead and finish the game with out me, Herman.
[high-pitched voice.]
OK, Rafik! But it won't be as much fun without my best friend.
Man, you're a card.
Sorry, you were saying? Were you just imitating Herman's voice? Wow, Boyster! You're really losing it, man.
Why would I imitate Herman's voice when he's sitting right there in my Hey Rafik, just because I'm playing your fake friend doesn't mean I accept fake money.
You paid Herman to be your friend? Why would you? Wait a second! You wanted to make me jealous! Ha! You wish! - OK, I did.
- That's great! So we're still friends! [needle scratches record.]
[Bruno.]
Boyster! We're supposed to get together at three, and it's 3:05 already! - Sorry, Bruno.
I - What Boyster's trying to say is "shove off.
" Boyster and I have stuff to do.
No, Boyster and I have stuff to do.
Why don't you go home and play Battle Hamsters? Why don't you go and soak your head at Aquafunland? - You're lame! - You're a joke! [wind gusting.]
OK, guys.
I'll stand in for Boyster.
But it's gonna cost you.
[sobbing.]
Why is friendship so complicated? [banging.]
Hey, Shelby, I'm trying to mope over here! Sorry, Boyster.
But when two ingredients refuse to blend, you have to take extreme measures.
[dinging sound.]
That's it! You're right, Shelby! [Shelby.]
It worked! [doorbell rings.]
I knew you'd pick me! - Come on in! - When two ingredients refuse to blend, you have to take extreme measures! - Huh? - Here's the way it's gonna be: We're going over to Rafik's and we're all gonna be friends! Or we could relax in the Jacuzzi instead! - No! We're going to Rafik's.
- You could have my Playbox 3000! [moaning.]
No! Rafik is more important than the Playbox! Even the 3000! If you can't understand that, then I'll go by myself! You're not going anywhere.
Ah! Oof! [beeps.]
When you taste my oyster sushi, your mouth will do a little happy dance! Start by draining the oyster.
[blowing whistle.]
Next up, tenderize the oyster meat.
Then stuff the oyster.
And finally, poach the oyster in a warm, aromatic bath.
This is exactly like the things we've been Suppertime, Oyster Boy! Ah! [shouting.]
[beeping.]
[phone rings.]
[Boyster.]
Rafik! I'm at Bruno's.
You gotta What? You chose Bruno over me?! - No! Listen to me! - [Rafik.]
No, you listen to me.
Remember when you beat me at Super Sumo Fighter? Rafik! Stay with me, focus! [banging.]
Yeah, well, it was bogus! I threw the game 'cause I felt sorry for you.
You did what?! [crashing.]
Ah! [moaning.]
Stand back, or I'll eat this! Your dish won't taste so good with toilet sauce, will it?! OK, OK.
Don't do anything crazy.
[beeping.]
[panting.]
[yelling.]
The truth hurts, doesn't it? Your Super Sumo skills are totally weak.
[crashing over phone.]
Boyster? [shouting, grunting.]
All this running around is making me really hungry for sushi! [whirring, hissing.]
Sukudai? [cackles.]
Next times you're in the presence of a great chef, you might want to conceal your oyster sweat.
When I first caught a whiff of your unusual aroma, I knew I had discovered the most exceptional ingredient of my career: mutant oyster! For the ultimate sushi! [cackling.]
[Rafik yelling.]
Oh! [clattering.]
[whimpering.]
Oh, no! I'm too late! Poor Boyster! You were my best friend! [sobbing.]
[shouting.]
Ooh! [ripping.]
[footsteps.]
Ah! [panting.]
[shouting.]
Huh? [electrical zapping.]
[shouting.]
[explosion.]
[alarm blaring.]
[metal clanging.]
[alarm blaring.]
[water gushing.]
[high-pitched tone.]
[electrical zapping.]
[garbled.]
Hello, my name is Bruno! [crashing.]
Get me out of here! Mm? [gulping.]
[groaning.]
[explosion.]
This evening, on Fallen Stars.
We'll catch up with the world-famous Chef Sukudai.
After ingesting a massive amount of hot sauce, the sushi superstar lost his sense of taste, and his mind.
I not crazy! I'm telling you, he was a mutant oyster! [laughter.]
[both.]
Yeah! Who's ready for my next culinary treat? [whimpering.]
[Shelby.]
Takeout pizza! [both.]
Ah! [doorbell rings.]
Rafik, time to pay up.
- [Boyster.]
There, now you're even.
- The Playbox 3000! You didn't have to do that.
[thumping.]
[moaning.]
Guess we'll take it back.
[school bell rings.]
Behold my awesomeness! Wow, that's great, Ozzy, but I think I've seen enough.
You're just jealous 'cause you're not the first middleschooler ever to make it into Teen Muscle Magazine.
Oh! I'm kinda in it now! [beeping.]
Ooh! Time for my bench presses! [grunts.]
[grunting.]
[all laughing.]
Uh, Ozzy, come on, dude.
- Boyster's not a barbell.
- You're right.
He looks more like a dumbbell! [laughs.]
Ah! Oh! Ah! [all laughing.]
[Boyster straining.]
[Rafik.]
Eight, nine, ten! Come on, ten more! [straining.]
[moaning.]
- Oof! - This may be news to you, Boyster, but I'm not a home fitness system.
I'm sorry, Shelby, but I really need to get pumped! The whole class was laughing at me 'cause I'm such a weakling! We oysters aren't known for our strength, but we have other great attributes: keen intelligence, filter feeding, a talent for origami.
[chewing.]
Oh, you're right.
What am I worried about? Let's go grab a snack.
Ow! Now are you ready to get huge? [whimpers.]
[blows whistle.]
[blows whistle.]
[straining.]
[blows whistle.]
Whew! That was some workout, huh? You've been going for 23 seconds! Yeah? But look at the result I'm getting! [straining.]
This isn't working.
We need something else.
[music.]
Now we're talking.
Ah! [loud crash.]
Ah! - Hey, watch it! - Oh, sorry.
Didn't see you down there.
[crashing footsteps.]
[groans.]
- [Boyster.]
I'm really doing it.
- Huh? Working out like the pros.
I'm gonna be ripped like a ticket stub in no time.
You're never gonna get massive lifting those BD's.
- Huh? - Hm That's what you want to be humping.
Are you kidding? That must weigh 500 pounds! Which means it'll work 500 times faster! This is science, Boyster.
I know what I'm talking about.
Hm alrighty, then.
[Boyster exhales.]
[grunting, straining.]
[screams.]
- Ow! - Ah! Ugh! [continued grunting.]
[all moaning.]
He did it! [nervous chuckling.]
[punch.]
[both yelling.]
Ah, who needs that place? - They don't even have a Jacuzzi! - And stay out! Oh! There's gotta be an easier way to get [air hissing.]
pumped! [laughs.]
Short cut! That's what I'm all about.
[Boyster giggles.]
[grunting.]
Whoa! It's like Humungo Man ate a bouncy castle.
[all gasping.]
- [both.]
Oh! - Hey, ladies.
Let me help you with those heavy trays.
[squeaking.]
[gasping.]
[air hissing.]
Oh! I just remembered the Algebra Club is meeting now.
We can't miss that.
It's Polynominal Day.
Oh, cool! Free lunch! [straining.]
Oh, Boyster.
Why don't you give the lady a hand? Sure.
- Hey! That's my department! - Not anymore! [air hissing, squeaking.]
[glass shatters.]
Ah! [all shouting.]
Dude, nice! More free food! Oh, that that wasn't what you were going for? [sad piano music plays.]
[squeaking.]
[farting sound.]
Ow! Hey! Calcium! Time to make some pearls! [gulping.]
Yeah! [moans.]
Help me out, would you? Hm [grunting.]
What do you think? Uh, a little too much junk in the trunk.
Yikes! Maybe I overdid it with the calcium! [school bell rings.]
Due to a freak kiln explosion, Ms.
Rubiat cannot make it today.
[all cheering.]
I will be taking her place.
[all groan.]
We'll be working on our portrait painting.
Ozzy? Make sure you capture how the light hits my delts.
[crashing.]
Hi, guys.
[all gasping.]
Oh! Oh [groaning.]
Oopsies.
[splat.]
- Ah! - [Ozzy.]
You clod! Look what you did! Now it doesn't look anything like me! Now it does.
[all laughing.]
So you think that's funny, do you? Ah! [all gasp.]
- Now, that's worth painting.
- Nurse! I have no idea what's wrong with you.
So let's just call it a head cold.
Open wide.
[moaning.]
Be back to check on you soon! Ah! I feel kinda weird.
Oh, no! More calcium! That can't be good! [rumbling.]
[popping sounds.]
[groaning.]
Whoa! Planet Boyster! Better spit out some pearls.
[groaning.]
Ack! I can't! They're too big! What do I do? Don't sweat it.
I've got the perfect plan.
Just lie back and relax.
[sighs.]
Ha! Your worries are over, big man.
I'd say they're just beginning.
No way, it's genius! You're just a giant soccer ball, rolling down a hallway.
What could go wrong? No giant soccer balls allowed in school! [alarm blaring.]
Man, they really think of everything in this place.
Ah! [Boyster shouting.]
[rumbling.]
[screams.]
[screams.]
Ah! [all.]
Giant soccer ball! [Boyster shouting.]
[all.]
Oh! Oh, huckleberries.
Return to base.
Return to base! [Boyster.]
Yeah! Shelby will know how to fix this! I have no idea how to fix this.
[Boyster moans.]
[Rafik.]
I do! Raah! How did I do? Did the pearls come out? Hm.
According to my calculations, to dislodge those pearls, one would need the equivalent impact of 50 Rafiks.
Hey! We may not have 50 Rafiks, but I know where we can find five super-pumped-up strong men! [typing.]
That might just suffice.
[laughs, grunts.]
- Hey! - Ow! - Ugh! - Ay! - Oh! - Ah! What are you wusses gonna do about it? [all growling.]
Get him! [all shouting.]
Ah! Ahhh! Ugh! [all grunting.]
- [weakly.]
Yay! - Whoa, it's raining medicine balls! [screaming.]
Oh, no! - We got to do something.
- We'll never get there in time.
[screaming.]
[baby crying.]
Ah! [straining.]
[screaming.]
[grunting.]
- Huh? - [all.]
Huh?! [baby cooing.]
[sobbing.]
[all gasp.]
I may not be strong, but I'm pretty good at stretching.
[all.]
Uh-huh.
And that's OK with me.
Yeah! [Rafik laughs.]
[school bell rings.]
[moaning.]
Are you OK? I don't know.
My stomach feels weird.
- Wanna hit the nurse's office? - Hey! I need to work on my triceps.
But where am I gonna find the right weight? [boys laugh.]
- Oh! Here we go! - Ah! [grunting.]
Come on, Oz.
Why don't you give the kid a break? [moaning.]
Don't worry about it.
Bleh! Ow! [thud.]
[clank.]
[sighs.]
You know what? I feel better now.
What was that? [both laughing.]