The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants (2018) s01e09 Episode Script

1 [narrator.]
This is George and Harold.
George is on the left with the tie and flat top.
Harold is on the right with the T-shirt and bad haircut.
Remember that, now.
Also, they're late for school.
What? Oh, man! So George and Harold make comic books -[George.]
We're cool! -[Harold.]
Me too! But they had a mean old principal Who told them what to Blah, blah, blah, blah! So they got a Hypno-Ring And first they made him dance Then accidentally, kinda on purpose Turned him into Captain Underpants! [Captain Underpants.]
Tra-la-la! With a snap, he's the Captain Not the brightest man And don't forget, when he gets wet You're back where you began Put it all together What could possibly go wrong? Now, this is the end Of the Captain Underpants song! - By George Beard and Harold Hutchins -[Captain Underpants.]
Tra-la-la! Uh, Erica? What are you doing? You know we have school today? Not me.
I got suspended.
-[gasps.]
-Whoa.
Why? You know, stuff.
"Stuff"? Yeah.
[chuckles.]
Stuff is crazy.
But you don't look like you're suspended.
You look like you're on vacation.
I know.
[slurps.]
They lied to us.
Being suspended is great.
Check this montage of stuff I've done.
Roller coaster Tuesday And ice cream, ice cream, ice cream Wednesday hit the slopes With ice cream, ice cream, ice cream Rodeo on Thursday But mainly ice cream That's a lot of ice cream.
You did all that? I'm suspended.
I can do whatever I want.
Maybe we should get suspended.
[scoffs.]
You don't have what it takes to get suspended.
What? We got suspended yesterday! [George.]
Help! We're suspended in our rope ladder and not on purpose! Me too! No, suspended from school.
Oh.
Well, we'll see about that.
Seriously, where are you getting all that ice cream? [light music.]
Master George and Master Harold, your sky tree house is now capable of space flight as you requested.
Thank you, Robot Butler.
Would you like me to carry you in? Do you have to ask? I can't believe our suspension is almost over, George.
I know.
We did a lot in three days.
Erica was so wrong.
We had exactly what it took to get suspended.
[Mr.
Krupp.]
Did you hear me? [both screaming.]
[narrator.]
Nope, that wasn't real.
[bell dings.]
You want to be suspended? -Well, we know you're dying to expel us.
-[Mr.
Krupp.]
Go on.
So we thought you might want to get a sneak preview by suspending us now.
Hmm.
I call this emergency session of the Krupp Brain Council to order! George and Harold want to be suspended! What say us? Happy Krupp? [laughs.]
Aye! A thousand times aye! So cheerful.
Hungry Krupp? [mouth full.]
Aye to that! And gravy! [grunts angrily.]
You disgust me! Weepy Krupp? [crying.]
Aye.
I just want to go back to bed.
What is wrong with you? Stop crying and clean up those tissues! [groans.]
And I vote aye, too! -It's unanimous! -Uh, uh, uh What is it, Paranoid Krupp? -[gasps.]
Are you meeting without me again? -No! You're being paranoid! I don't trust you, and I don't trust George and Harold.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I vote nay! Oh! You ruin everything! And you are being watched! [shrieks.]
I knew it! I knew it.
-[Harold.]
Hello? -Should we call someone? My answer is nay.
I mean no.
No suspension.
-No? -No.
-No? -No! -No? -No! -[both repeating.]
No? -[repeating.]
No.
-[both.]
No.
-[repeating.]
No.
-[both.]
No.
-No! -But why? -Because you're up to something.
So not only will I not suspend you now, I'll not suspend you forever! [birds chirping.]
Those birds Those birds are talking about me.
Stop talking about me! [Harold.]
Guess we don't have what it takes to get suspended.
-Who knew? -Erica knew.
-Erica was right.
-[both shout.]
-I'm always right.
-Why are you here? I'm suspended.
I can go wherever I want.
This is the place I'm not supposed to be, so [both.]
Cool.
But you're still here because you're licked, like this ice cream.
Nah, we're just toying with you.
-We are? -Yep.
We're gonna get twice as suspended as you.
Come on, Harold.
Hey.
[chuckles.]
Can I get some ice cream? Sure, if you admit you don't have what it takes to get suspended.
Never! S-U-S-P-E-N-D We're going on a pranking spree Nice try, boys, but no suspension! S-U-S-P-E-N-D Trouble's gonna set you free - Prank it to me - To me Prank it through me Prank it to me S-U-S-P-E-N-D Trouble's gonna set you free - Prank it to me - To me - Prank it to me - You better - Prank it to-- -[muffled screaming.]
- S-U-S-P-E-N-D -Stop that music.
-[music stops.]
-[grunts.]
[Krupp.]
Attention, students.
In celebration of your achievements, bring your stinky gym socks to the laundry room now! What does a kid have to do to get suspended around here? Yeah, we're gonna get arrested before we get suspended.
These gym socks are school property, Mr.
Meaner.
They're your responsibility, and they're filthy! -You should've washed them months ago.
-What? They're, yep-yep-yep-yep, fine! [sniffs, grunts.]
-See? Clean as a whistle.
-You just fainted from the smell.
No, I didn't.
Watch.
[sniffs, sighs.]
Right as rain.
-You did it again.
-False.
What? Here, I'll show you.
[sniffs, sighs.]
-See? -See what? This! [sniffs, sighs.]
No problem here.
[sniffs, sighs.]
-Yes, there is! -[both sniff, sigh.]
Got an idea.
Let's grab the socks when those two are done.
How long you think they're gonna keep this up? -Same as last week.
-[Mr.
Meaner sniffs.]
[Mr.
Krupp sniffs.]
[narrator.]
Mr.
Krupp was about to get an offer so enticing, he had zero chance of resisting.
-[cell phone vibrating.]
-[grunting.]
-[cell phone beeps.]
-"Go outside.
You won free pizza for being great.
It's in 'ur' car!" Oh, boy, car pizza! Hold my calls! There's a pizza in my car! Ahoy, I'm Suds Latherman.
Welcome to another daisy-fresh episode of The Latherplan! Today we'll be treating a stubborn tar stain.
Just one-- [both giggle.]
Let's call this Operation: Suspen-cation.
How about Vaca-spension? Mm, let's hold off on the name.
[Harold.]
So smelly! Yeah! [both laughing.]
[sniffs, sighs.]
It's as beautiful as it is stinky.
Let's hide.
When Krupp gets back, we'll jump out so he knows this was all us.
And then we're on sus-vay-pend-acation.
[Harold.]
Come on.
[dramatic orchestral music.]
It's like a toupee museum.
-Look! [laughs.]
Toupee polish.
-[giggles.]
[both.]
Let's wig out! [both laughing.]
[upbeat poppy music.]
What's taking Krupp so long? These sock fumes making me -[gags, vomits.]
-[vomits.]
[grunting.]
Where'd they put that pizza? Aah! [groaning.]
Ugh! Hey, air freshener.
[coughs.]
That's not air freshener.
That's antiperspirant.
Oh.
I'm gonna hold on to this.
It might come in handy later.
Hey, these might help us breathe.
Sweet! It's like breathing through a dog! You know, it's nice to have some downtime.
Yeah, time to think and relax.
[electronic warbling.]
Agh! I hate relaxing! -Me too! Want to make a comic? -Yes! [male comic narrator.]
There was this alien sock that was so stinky, all the feet guys on his home planet, Footsia, were all, "We're over it, sock.
You're exiled and stuff.
" They gave Stinky Sock the big old boot.
Like, an actual big old boot, kicked it into space.
[imitates kick landing.]
But Stinky Space Sock landed on Earth, right in the school gym's laundry basket full of stinky socks from gym class.
Stinky Space Sock took one sniff and was all, "I'm home," 'cause the other socks stunk like him.
He tried talking to the other socks, but they didn't talk back 'cause they were sock socks, not alive socks.
But he's all, "Join me, smelly brothers and sisters, too, and become alive and stuff.
" Stinky Space Sock used alien sock static cling [imitates static.]
to stick all the [imitates static.]
other socks [imitates static.]
to himself and became the colossal Smelly Socktopus! "I'm making Earth into New Footsia, a planet that's cool.
" And the kids were all, "No!" But too late, 'cause Smelly Socktopus was swinging its sock all over town-- swing-swing-- stinking up everything.
It made roses smell like a old rusty van and cake taste like toe.
"Not cool, Socktopus.
Nobody eats toe!" But Socktopus didn't care 'cause socks hate cake, right? Who ever saw them together? Um, no.
Ever.
Luckily, Captain Underpants soared in-- "Tra-la-la.
" Cough.
Yikes, who's grilling fartburgers? Pee-Universe!" But while Captain Underpants was busy holding his nose, a sock tentacle grabbed him and squeezed as strong as its stench! But Captain Underpants was all, "Waistband wiggle," and escaped.
He led Socktopus to a mini-golf course.
Captain Underpants trapped the monster in a giant shoe on the last hole.
Captain Underpants used his waistband to "Stretchy Slingshot" the whole big giant shoe full of Socktopus back into space, where it remains imprisoned in the Shoe Quadrant, Shoe Quadrant, with the other space-rejected shoes forever! We hope.
Dun-dun-da! The end.
[both laughing.]
-Oh, man.
-So good.
[both shout.]
Erica! Stop doing that! And why are you still here? It's Taco Tuesday.
I never miss Taco Tuesday.
-Ready to admit defeat? -Can we do that without doing it? Come on, guys.
Stinky socks? It's just sad.
There's an easy way out of this.
Repeat after me.
Harold, no! It's a trap! -I -I -give -give -up.
-[muttering.]
Sure, this is harder than we thought, but we don't quit, 'cause we're just that stubborn and stupid.
So, if you think-- Wait.
Where'd she go? I don't know.
Let's take down some tacos.
But how will Krupp know that we sock-bombed his office? We'll leave a note! Grab some wigs.
[light dramatic music.]
[narrator.]
At that moment, something happened which'll certainly affect the story.
See? "We regret to inform you that the fault for the bedevilment of your place of business lies with us and us alone.
We fear you have no choice but to suspend us forthwith! Warmest regards, George and Harold.
" Okay, read that back to me.
"Mr.
Krupp, we did this.
P.
S.
, it's me and George.
" Perfect.
Let's eat some tacos! [shouts, whimpers.]
There has to be pizza in here! They said there was! Pizza [narrator.]
All Taco Tuesdays are spicy, but some are more spicy than others.
"Spicy Toot Load Today!" [laughs.]
Krupp's gonna find our note any second now.
It might be our last Taco Tuesday for a while.
Yeah.
Let's go say our good-byes.
And here's a priceless painting stained with ketchup.
Let's see if we can scrub that out.
-Don't cry, guys.
-[children grunt.]
We're getting suspended.
[child grunts.]
-[crying.]
-It's okay, Harold.
Saying good-bye is hard, and there's no shame in crying like a little baby.
I'm not crying.
[sniffles.]
These tacos are so spicy, I'm sweating from my eyes.
[Mr.
Krupp.]
George Beard and Harold Hutchins, my office now! Good-bye, everyone.
Where'd everyone go? It's Taco Tuesday.
Oh.
[scoffs.]
Right, the bathroom.
Hey, what happened to the socks? Socks? I don't care about socks.
I care about car pizza! This note says you did it, so where is it? [Mr.
Meaner screaming.]
Who put a jungle in the gym? [both gag.]
Yeah, a jungle full of rancid, unshowered Swiss cheese.
And ancient sausage factories.
[Mr.
Krupp.]
What the heck is that? Well, we found the socks.
And they look like Smelly Socktopus.
What are the odds? [narrator.]
You seen our show? -[screaming.]
-[Socktopus.]
Give me socks! [grunts.]
[roaring.]
[Harold.]
Where's he going? [narrator.]
The boys tracked him by smell.
[George.]
Found you! Red herring? Man, that was really misleading and distracting.
[narrator.]
But George and Harold could still smell that something was afoot in the boiler room, and nothing good ever happens in the boiler room.
Socktopus has to be here.
I think the stink's giving him evil powers.
-Complicated sock.
-No kidding.
[Harold gasps.]
Everybody's wrapped in socks.
I think we found him.
Ugh! I told you to wash those socks.
Ugh! You're dripping on me! Well, I've seen enough.
Time for Captain Underpants! -[both snap fingers.]
-Pull your sweat together, Meaner.
He's too soaked in Meaner sweat to change into Captain Underpants.
[Socktopus.]
Have another super-spicy taco.
There's nothing wrong with these socks.
They're giving us free tacos! To make your stinkin' feet sweat so your socks stink! [grunts.]
I hate stinkin' shoes.
They're prisons that follow you everywhere.
I pack on stinky socks, I get humongous and jacked, and, whammo, it's stinkin' payback time! Humans go down, and it's Sock City, baby! Now, keep stinkin' eatin' and stinkin' stinkin'! Now the socks talk? How'd that happen? Lacey Bootstrap here.
Today on Sock Secrets, we go inside Mr.
Krupp's closet for a special "socksposé.
" Turns out the third ingredient in the toupee polish that spilled on the socks is evil.
-Back to you, George and Harold.
-So that's what happened.
Well, to beat Socktopus, we need something to dry off Krupp so he can turn into Captain Underpants, something that fights perspiration.
You mean like this? -The antiperspirant! -Told you this might come in handy.
[Socktopus.]
More sweaty tacos, people! What's that, tough guy? You say you want a stinkin' taco? Don't put words in my mouth or tacos! -Let's go! -Hold on.
We got to distract Socktopus first.
Let's steal his tacos.
Where's my stinkin' tacos? Hey! A stinkin' taco trail! That should buy us some time.
Might wanna close your mouth for this.
For what? [yelling and choking.]
It's in my mouth! Oh! [coughing and yelling.]
[dramatic music.]
Wait a minute.
Someone's pulling the wool over my eyes! -[Mr.
Krupp whimpering.]
Stop! No more! -Here goes nothing.
Tra-la-la! [sniffs.]
Whew, pretty gamey in here.
Is it skunk season already? [Socktopus roars.]
Yous guys got a real stinkin' beatin' comin'! What did I do? I just got here.
[roars.]
Presented in The following fight is too violent to show you, so we're gonna make these feet fight instead.
[both growl.]
Big toe brouhaha! [bell dings.]
[both grunting.]
[yelling in slow motion.]
-Tootsie T-Tango! -[bell dings.]
[both grunting.]
[yells in slow motion.]
[both grunt.]
This little piggie goes down and stays down! -[bell dings.]
-[grunts.]
[growling in slow motion.]
[both grunting.]
Lights out, skivvies.
We got to help him! Wait.
Didn't Socktopus say he hates shoes? Oh.
[dramatic music.]
[roaring.]
[grunting.]
Hey, who threw those stinkin' shoes? Guys, I had the craziest dream about this huge sock thingy.
Go, socks! Oh.
Not a dream.
-[George and Harold scream.]
-[grunts.]
Now what? We need a giant shoe so we can trap him in it.
Yeah, and tie him up tight.
Captain Underpants, we need a giant shoe! I'll go to the giant-shoe store.
No good.
Closed on Tuesdays.
Try the mini-golf course.
Even better! Tra-la-la! [roars.]
It's stinkin' go time! Ow! What? Oh, you better stinkin' run! [Harold and George panting and grunting.]
[both panting.]
[grunts.]
End of the stinkin' road! That's our last shoe, buddy.
Make it count.
[blows raspberry.]
Nice stinkin' throw.
Back off, or this sock gets it! Whoa.
Put the little baby sock down.
You want it? Go get it! Stinkin' no! [loud thud.]
Where's Captain Underpants? What's taking him so long? Mm, mm [grunts.]
[ball clatters.]
Oh, wait.
I was supposed to do something.
If Captain Underpants doesn't bring that giant shoe soon, we're toast.
Did someone say "toast"? Where's the giant shoe? Oh.
I thought you said "windmill.
" -How does that help? -It doesn't! But I got a hole in 12 and won a whistle.
Oh, we're doomed! How are we supposed to stop Socktopus now? [Latherman.]
Having trouble with socks? Wash them.
Use soap.
And scrub.
How did we not think of that? Stink makes him evil.
Yeah, we totally spaced.
Our bad.
[Latherman.]
Work up a nice lather.
Wait! I want to see how it ends! Ooh, boy, are my feet funky.
Right over here.
Whoa! Look at them feet! The stinkin' mother lode.
Cough those socks up, cue ball! You want 'em? Well, then you'll have to pry them off my hot, living toes.
[grunts.]
Oh! [Captain Underpants.]
Bet you can't catch me! [Harold.]
They're almost here.
This is a swimming pool, not a washing pool, you single-celled simpletons.
[light music.]
Soap in the pool? -Why do you keep doing that? -Out of mercy.
You've hit rock bottom.
You'll never get suspended.
Just admit I'm right and save what's left of your dignity.
Not now! We're trying to save the school from a surly sock monster! With detergent? [scoffs.]
Sure you are.
She might have a point.
This is a real long shot.
Well, we're fresh out of short shots.
But "evil" is the third ingredient in Krupp's toupee polish.
You see the third ingredient in that detergent? -It's "good.
" -That's right, buddy.
And good always wins.
Most of the time.
-[door shuts.]
-Socktopus coming in hot! Now what? -[both.]
Dive! -Okeydokey, artichokey! [growling.]
[grunts.]
Cannonball! Fake out.
[laughs.]
[grunting.]
Soapy water? You think that's gonna stop me? No stinkin' way, no stinkin' how.
Go, socks! Oh, no! We forgot to scrub! Captain Underpants, you got to turn the pool into a giant washing machine! You mean with something like this? Let's get not dirty! Wha? Huh? Nice try, but I'm stinky to the stinkin' core! Captain Underpants, turn the dial up to "heavy duty"! Want to go for a spin cycle? [laughs.]
Good one.
What do you mean? Tra-la-la! [Socktopus grunting.]
I just wanted socks to get some stinkin' respect! [yelling.]
I'm getting clean! What a whirl! What a whirl! I don't know what's worse-- watching a sock monster die or that joke.
[screams.]
I'm still in here! [heroic music.]
-[Socktopus grunts.]
-Darn it! [narrator.]
While Captain Underpants got Melvin to dry land, Socktopus managed one final dunk, which, as we know, turns him back into -Aah! -[narrator.]
Mr.
Krupp.
You two, my office! But pull me out of here first! [narrator.]
This was it for George and Harold-- the moment of suspension or not.
Well, Paranoid Krupp? [dramatic music.]
[grunting.]
Fine! Let's do it! [all cheering.]
I've changed my mind.
You're suspended.
-[Harold laughs.]
-[George.]
We're free! I need an ambulance.
[narrator.]
span style="style2"/George and Harold were thrilled.
Their parents were not and made them mow the lawn with their hands.
This is not going as advertised.
Wow.
You guys actually got yourselves suspended on purpose.
That's how good I am.
Boom.
-What? -This was your idea! Yeah, my idea to prank you.
Being suspended is terrible.
Who's pranking the pranksters? Double boom.
Me! But-- but you got suspended.
No, I can't get suspended.
I'm gonna be a senator.
But no hard feelings.
Don't forget to vote! -Why are you happy? -[mouth full.]
I finally got ice cream! What? [growls.]
[sighs.]
Mmm.
Not bad.
So good.