The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants (2018) s02e07 Episode Script
The Bizarre Blitzkrieg of the Bothersome Butt-erflies
1 This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
George is the one on the left with the muscle tee and the flat top.
Harold is the one on the right with the ear piece and the bad haircut.
Remember that, now.
Latest report from Skybunker says aliens are almost here.
Luckily, we have plasmazonkspheres to fight them off! For humanity! For humanity! How can I concentrate with all this uninspired role-playing? Recess is for paperwork, not fun! Vice Principal Krupp, pop the balls.
The aliens took our plasmazonkspheres, but they missed our gyrostroyers! For humanity! Motion sick.
Krupp, retire the merry-go-round.
The aliens took all the gear they could see.
Luckily, we have a bunch of invisible gear! Ready, and For humanity! Krupp, scorch the earth.
Pow! So George and Harold make comic books - We're cool! - 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 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 - Blah, blah, blah! 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 - Tra-la-la! "The Bizarre Blitzkrieg of the Bothersome Butt-erflies!" Chapter 1: Play, Play, Go Away.
The year is 2075.
The aliens have scorched the playground, but they haven't scorched our spirit.
For recess! Yeah! We're, like, aliens.
I'm, like, the queen 'cause I was born to rule and stuff.
Sophie One, conquer the humans.
Other Sophie, use your body as a shield.
Firing dirt bombs! They're relentless, like a telemarketer.
I must stop this! Confused and infuriated by the fun the other kids were having, Melvin decided to do something about it: wreck it.
Fear is the ultimate fun killer.
Crocodiles are terrifying.
Bats are horrific.
So I'll use my You Choose You Fuse 2000 to make croc-o-bats, the perfect enforcers! Does that answer your question, Mother? I just asked if you wanted some meatloaf, dear.
We've taken the alien queen and her lieutenants prisoner.
But for some reason, she's not afraid.
Yeah, 'cause I'm totally gonna double-cross you.
Oops, spoiler.
The era of fun is over! - Rest in peace, recess.
- What? - Nothing can kill recess.
- Not even you.
True.
I can't kill recess, but they can.
Croc-o-bats, attack! Even though I'm terrified, I gotta admit, those things are awesome.
Yeah, this'll be a great story if we live until the bell rings.
Uh Principal Melvinborg? - Ooh - What do you want? Hey.
What'd you do with the closet? It's like a spaceship in here.
If you must know, as a half-man, half-cyborg from the future, I happen to know that mutants will attack.
The first sign will be a gentle breeze followed by a merciless onslaught.
But thanks to this panic room, I'll be safe.
When is that gonna happen? Well, I know the precise date and time, but I can't tell you because it would cause a tear in the fabric of the space-time continuum.
Hey, that milkshake looks tasty.
- Can I have one? - Can't you read? "Melvins only.
" And you're no Melvin.
- So you're an intruder.
- But I love milksha Aw! Melvin's right, these things are killing recess.
Melvin crossed the line, man.
Crossed the line.
We need to think of a way to get rid of these croc-o-bats.
A bizarrely big bread-baited bear trap! Eh A totally taut trebuchet target toss! Eh A retro rocket remote relocation! Eh A pyramid pulverizing pendulum punch! Nope.
Those ideas won't work.
What if we use Melvin's Time Toad and send the croc-o-bats far away in time and space to save recess? Perfect! Why didn't you start with that one? Needed to warm up.
So we gotta get them into the Time Toad somehow.
Feeding time! Behold! I finally found a use for your vile meatloaf, Mother.
Oh, they're so hungry! I'll make more.
- Saved by the meatloaf.
- That gives me an idea! Chapter 2: Turn the Meat Around.
My refrigerator is running? Again? Coolio McChill! Having seen the croc-o-bats' taste for meatloaf, George and Harold realized they could use it to lure the recess-killing critters into Melvin's Time Toad and send them on their way into oblivion.
The boys' pop-up meatloaf stand was a big hit with the croc-o-bats and hipsters.
That's right, croc-o-bats, this way to the free meatloaf! Step right up! Best meatloaf in town! - We should stop doing accents.
- Yep.
And it's working! Oh! You boys and mutants are really putting away some meatloaf.
Thanks for letting us do our class restaurant project here while Melvin's out getting project stuff.
Keep the meatloaf coming, Melvin's mom, or these croc-o-bats might just eat us.
But seriously, keep it coming.
That's the last of them.
Recess is saved! And croc-o-bats are good tippers.
I'm sure sending a bunch of scary mutants to a far-off jungle way in the past will work out just fine.
But it didn't because the croc-o-bats survived for millions of years and are still around today.
That's how they made Other Sophie their queen in a previous episode.
Check this out.
I think this is what Melvin used to make croc-o-bats.
Payback time.
What could we make with this thing that would drive Melvin crazy? - A wolf and an eagle.
A wolf-gle.
- Sounds like a breakfast sandwich.
Uh, two wolf-gles with cheese and a large armadillorange juice.
- How about a dog-cat? - What? No.
Are you trying to bring about the end of the world? Yep.
It's all over, dude.
Nah, we don't wanna make anything dangerous, like the croc-o-bats.
- I got it! Draw a butt.
- Gladly.
He's gonna hate this.
Chapter 3: Nothing Butt Trouble.
- Butts and flies make butt-erflies.
- So good! Because butt.
What are these things? Why are they here? - And where are my croc-o-bats? - Croc-o-whats? - Never heard of them.
- Wait a minute.
Did you two use my You Choose You Fuse 2000 to create these abominations? - You choose the what? - Never heard of it.
You're lying! You've doomed us all! - How? They're butts and they fly.
- It doesn't get better than that.
No, you don't understand.
DNA is very delicate.
If you splice the wrong things together, the resulting mutations can be catastrophic.
Um, I just see some flying butts.
Flying butts with fangs and bad attitudes! We were so wrong! The first sign will be a gentle breeze followed by a merciless onslaught.
Oh, no! A gentle breeze! See ya, butt targets! - Where's he going? - Who cares? We've got killer butts on our butts! Finally, straight.
There's two hours of my life I'll never get back.
I thought this only happened in cartoons.
Why are you in here? Gentle breeze! Mutants! Pecan pie! It's happening.
Now nobody can get in.
We're safe.
Yes, but now you and I are stuck in here indefinitely.
- Oh, does that mean forever? - Maybe.
Help! Okay, I think we lost them.
Unless they, like, crash in through those windows and stuff.
Well, that's just asking for it.
- Quick, the cafeteria! - Yeah, there are no windows in there! Huh? Let me in! It's a butt-vasion! Why can't you hear me? That's your third milkshake.
Why don't you just get a bucket? Hey, where's the bathroom in here? 'Cause I really gotta go.
Oh, no.
I forgot to put a bathroom in here.
What good's a panic room if you can't use it when you're panicking? - Made it! - Yep! Only thing left to do is shut this door, and no one can get in.
Wait! Hmm.
Should we let him in? I don't know.
He killed recess.
True, but we're here and we made the butt-erflies.
Yeah, but it was his machine.
Uh, this is a real dilemma.
Let's make a list of pros and cons.
Oh, hey, Melvin.
You made it.
Well, no thanks to you two broken escalators! Now we're trapped.
Don't worry.
I'll call for help.
- No signal.
Not a single bar.
- How do you know if you have bars? OMG.
I have no bars.
Oh, it's, like, the end of the world.
The bars are gone.
I ate them.
Hey, what's that sound? Because it sounds like the butt-erflies are eating through the walls, and that would paralyze me with fear.
Oh, no.
The butt-erflies are eating through the walls.
Huh? What are these walls made of? Excellent question.
Oh, here's the thing.
These new nectar walls are dirt cheap.
Just two things.
Okay.
If they ever invent a wireless phone, these babies are gonna block the signal.
But wires ain't going nowhere.
Oh, and they attract butterflies.
Strange thing to say, but it's true.
Like crazy! Butterflies.
You remember the scene in the With the butterflies? Nothing compared to this.
But what harm can they do? What harm can a butterfly do? We gotta get Captain Underpants before those hangry butts chew their way through and make us dessert.
- Well, I'm not going out there.
- Well, I'm not going out there.
- Maybe he'll find us.
- Yeah, let's play that out.
I don't have the tools to repair the keypad you destroyed! That means we're stuck in here.
I guess we'll just have to get along.
Okay.
Do you like music? - I hate country music! - So do I! No! Chapter 4: The Blame Shame.
You know what? I don't think Captain Underpants is coming.
And these walls aren't getting any thicker.
We gotta think of a way to get everyone out of this mess.
None of that will work.
Listen up! We need someone to, like, go out there and get butt munched to save the rest of us and save my har.
Like Melvin.
This is his fault 'cause he's smart and does science and stuff.
Like a witch, but, um, like, a boy? - You mean a warlock? - See? See, see, see? Your brain is, like, a threat to us all.
Sophies, throw him out.
Throw him out! Throw him out! We can't let Melvin take the fall for us.
We've gotta confess.
Or we dig a tunnel outta here, find Krupp, have Captain Underpants save the day, and no one has to go down.
Looks good on paper.
I'm in.
Ooh! What's that awful smell? It's like an armpit soaked in cabbage juice.
Oh, no, the butt-erflies are trying to smoke us out.
But instead of smoke, it's farts! Throw him out! Throw him out! Throw him out! Back, you angry mob of dead ends! Forget the hole.
We gotta fix this, or we're all going down together.
Good.
Digging is hard work.
Guys, it wasn't Melvin.
It was us.
We made the butt-erflies.
We just wanted to make recess fun again.
But we messed up.
And now we've gotta work together, or we're gonna get eaten, farted to death, or both! I'm clapping slow 'cause they do that in TV and movies when something stinks, like Other Sophie.
Ugh, No offense, Other Sophie, but you smell like a jungle beast.
Anyway, nice try.
I know you like the spotlight, but you guys don't do science.
You do comics.
I guess we should do a comic.
Yeah, and fast, or Melvin's toast.
Captain Underpants and the Croc-o-bat Butt-erfly Conundrum Blunder.
By George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
So, recess is a time for fun with running and jumping and "Heads up!" And, "Slow down!" And, "Throw me the ball!" And, "No way, it's my ball.
Get your own ball.
" And bleeding knees, and chalk, and stuff.
So much fun! But one day, there was a smart kid who loved science and hated fun.
Let's call him Nelvin.
And he was all like, "Stop the fun, you word-no-one-knows.
" And then he built a machine that, bzz-ack, made croc-o-bats, which are half-crocodile, half-bats, and awesome! But they ruined recess by swooping around with their fangs.
Swoop, swoop! Luckily, Captain Underpants was flying by.
He was all, "I'm afraid of crocodiles and bats.
But for some reason, croc-o-bats are fine.
" So he swooped down.
Swoop! And he twirled some undies so fast that he opened a wedgie wormhole! And he herded the croc-o-bats into the wedgie wormhole like a croc-o-bat cowboy.
Yee-haw! And they went somewhere else far away, so, like, don't worry about it.
And the kids were so happy.
And George and Harold, who were pretty great and made comics, wanted to celebrate, so they borrowed, not stole, borrowed Nelvin's machine.
And they combined butts and flies to make butt-erflies! Because that's quality comedy right there.
Ding! But even though the butt-erflies were hilarious I mean, flying butts, right? They were also dangerous and crazy.
And they chased all the kids into the cafeteria.
And the kids were all like, "We're safe because we closed the doors.
" But the butt-erflies ate through the walls, like hungry lawn mowers! Crunch, crunch! But it all worked out fine 'cause Captain Underpants stopped the butt-erflies, too.
Wham! Slank! Horse jockey! So, there's nothing to worry about if everyone keeps a cool head and doesn't lose it.
And George and Harold were sorry, even though it was Nelvin's machine.
But they used it.
But there was no reason to blame Melvin er, Nelvin.
Even though nothing would've happened without the machine.
And George and Harold felt so bad, they got everyone ice cream and new wavezoomers when it was over.
So, good thing everyone forgave them and didn't hand them over to the butt monsters.
Okay.
The end.
Oh, my har.
George, Harold, and Melvin are, like, all to blame for the flying butts and the toxic gas! So we have to throw them all out! Throw him out! Throw him out! What? No! I was vindicated! You completely missed the point! - Wow, our comic only sort of worked.
- Like a plane with one wing.
Welcome aboard Nowhere Air.
Today, we'll be flying in a circle.
So good.
- Ah! - Throw him out! Okay, that should totally solve our problem.
So, everybody, get a lunch bag so you can, like, breathe.
And let's talk har.
Chapter 5: Sneak Cheek.
And then George, Harold, and Melvin were eaten by butt-erflies.
Just kidding.
Even butts aren't gonna buy these locker disguises forever.
- We gotta find Krupp fast.
- Why? Krupp's as useless as an appendix.
Because you don't need an appendix! Oh well, he's a coward, too, so he's probably in a safe place, yeah.
I know a safe place.
And you lint traps helped me, so I suppose I have to help you.
Follow me.
Harold, wait.
"Reach for the sky, and you'll always fail.
" "Yell like a funky toad.
" That juice was worth the squeeze.
This is a lot easier without butts breathing down my neck.
I just reprogram the circuit board RAM processor ignitions - We don't need the play-by-play.
- Yeah, you can just do it.
And I'm brilliant.
Well, it's lonely At the top of the school To keep the peace, you got to be cruel - Making kids tow the line - So this is a panic room, huh? Takes a rock-hard - We were just not doing that.
- Yeah.
And, and we didn't like it.
- So good.
- I need a new future me.
We need to think of a way to get Krupp alone to turn him into Captain Underpants.
Really? More ideas? A colossally crammed Krupp cannon! Eh A deviously deceptive drive downtown? Eh A solitary soak in sickening sludge! Eh Hey, are non-Melvins even allowed in here? I No! And get out.
That was easy.
We'll always have the panic room.
Man, I gotta go to the bathroom.
Buckets hold a lot of milkshake.
Tra-la-la! Captain Underpants, we need you to beat some butts.
Sure! But first, I gotta tinkle.
- One sec, guys.
- Huh? Whoo! I feel like a new man! Okay, let's do this, air butts! Chapter 6, the incredibly graphic violence chapter presented in Butter-O-Rama.
'Cause you can't hurt anybody with butter unless it's frozen or poisoned.
A Kick in the Butt-er! Cream Beam! Cream Beam.
That's hard to say.
Battered and Deep-Flyed! Yeah! I kicked butts! You sure did! Now let's rescue the others before more butts show up.
More butts? How much junk is in this trunk? A lot! This school is bottom heavy! 'Cause butts! That's my kind of comedy! Wait, I don't get it.
See? Just because those butts are gassing you doesn't mean you can't look har-velous.
It's okay.
I'll, like, handle this.
I'm here to save your butts from those butts! Like, follow that giant walking baby! Yes! I'm, like, a hero.
Keep moving.
I'll catch them here with an undie net.
All I have to do is weave a bunch of undies toge Hey! There's too many butt-erflies.
We gotta find a way to stop them! - What beats a butt? - Another butt? Tush-ée.
That's word play.
And French, sort of.
Okay, guys, time for us to dance cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek - To-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek-to-cheek That's it! We fight butt with butt! It's called "The Bump.
" Oh! Any fool can do that, including me! Then get down and shake your booty.
But put us down first.
I'm shaking my bacon to victory! - Yeah! - Whoo-hoo! Yeah, yeah! You did it, Captain Underpants! You put the "boot" in booty.
Now, what's that noise? They're coming back! Get your rear in gear, Captain Underpants.
I'll try, but my heinie's running low on gas.
That's the last of it.
Well, I guess this is where we make our stand, then.
See you on the other side, brother.
For recess! Hey! Those butt-erflies love wall! Hey, let's do to the butt-erflies what we did to the croc-o-bats.
- Yeah.
- To the Time Toad! Realizing butterflies loved eating wall, they lured them to the Time Toad by mixing it with Melvin's mom's meatloaf.
That's right, butt-erflies, this way to the free wall-loaf.
G'day, mate.
Throw another wall-loaf on the barbie.
Nice adjustment on the accents.
Oh, you boys and mutants are really putting away some wall-loaf! Man, I'm getting a lot of wall in this wall-loaf.
Wall-loaf.
Wall loaf.
Wall loaf.
Hmm.
That's hard to say.
Kinda like cheek-to-cheek! You think it's okay to send a bunch of butt-erflies to the future? Well, we can't send them to the past 'cause that's where we sent the croc-o-bats.
I'm sure it'll be fine.
It's lonely at the top of the school You ever wonder how Melvin became half-cyborg in the future? Well, here's how.
Oh, no! I am half-okay! Today, we raise the undie flag! Because we fought the enemies of fun, and won! Oh, yeah! - Oh, no! The butts are back! - Those aren't butts.
He's right.
They're croc-o-bats.
And they've brought their queen home.
Like, Other Sophie? Then who are you?
George is the one on the left with the muscle tee and the flat top.
Harold is the one on the right with the ear piece and the bad haircut.
Remember that, now.
Latest report from Skybunker says aliens are almost here.
Luckily, we have plasmazonkspheres to fight them off! For humanity! For humanity! How can I concentrate with all this uninspired role-playing? Recess is for paperwork, not fun! Vice Principal Krupp, pop the balls.
The aliens took our plasmazonkspheres, but they missed our gyrostroyers! For humanity! Motion sick.
Krupp, retire the merry-go-round.
The aliens took all the gear they could see.
Luckily, we have a bunch of invisible gear! Ready, and For humanity! Krupp, scorch the earth.
Pow! So George and Harold make comic books - We're cool! - 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 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 - Blah, blah, blah! 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 - Tra-la-la! "The Bizarre Blitzkrieg of the Bothersome Butt-erflies!" Chapter 1: Play, Play, Go Away.
The year is 2075.
The aliens have scorched the playground, but they haven't scorched our spirit.
For recess! Yeah! We're, like, aliens.
I'm, like, the queen 'cause I was born to rule and stuff.
Sophie One, conquer the humans.
Other Sophie, use your body as a shield.
Firing dirt bombs! They're relentless, like a telemarketer.
I must stop this! Confused and infuriated by the fun the other kids were having, Melvin decided to do something about it: wreck it.
Fear is the ultimate fun killer.
Crocodiles are terrifying.
Bats are horrific.
So I'll use my You Choose You Fuse 2000 to make croc-o-bats, the perfect enforcers! Does that answer your question, Mother? I just asked if you wanted some meatloaf, dear.
We've taken the alien queen and her lieutenants prisoner.
But for some reason, she's not afraid.
Yeah, 'cause I'm totally gonna double-cross you.
Oops, spoiler.
The era of fun is over! - Rest in peace, recess.
- What? - Nothing can kill recess.
- Not even you.
True.
I can't kill recess, but they can.
Croc-o-bats, attack! Even though I'm terrified, I gotta admit, those things are awesome.
Yeah, this'll be a great story if we live until the bell rings.
Uh Principal Melvinborg? - Ooh - What do you want? Hey.
What'd you do with the closet? It's like a spaceship in here.
If you must know, as a half-man, half-cyborg from the future, I happen to know that mutants will attack.
The first sign will be a gentle breeze followed by a merciless onslaught.
But thanks to this panic room, I'll be safe.
When is that gonna happen? Well, I know the precise date and time, but I can't tell you because it would cause a tear in the fabric of the space-time continuum.
Hey, that milkshake looks tasty.
- Can I have one? - Can't you read? "Melvins only.
" And you're no Melvin.
- So you're an intruder.
- But I love milksha Aw! Melvin's right, these things are killing recess.
Melvin crossed the line, man.
Crossed the line.
We need to think of a way to get rid of these croc-o-bats.
A bizarrely big bread-baited bear trap! Eh A totally taut trebuchet target toss! Eh A retro rocket remote relocation! Eh A pyramid pulverizing pendulum punch! Nope.
Those ideas won't work.
What if we use Melvin's Time Toad and send the croc-o-bats far away in time and space to save recess? Perfect! Why didn't you start with that one? Needed to warm up.
So we gotta get them into the Time Toad somehow.
Feeding time! Behold! I finally found a use for your vile meatloaf, Mother.
Oh, they're so hungry! I'll make more.
- Saved by the meatloaf.
- That gives me an idea! Chapter 2: Turn the Meat Around.
My refrigerator is running? Again? Coolio McChill! Having seen the croc-o-bats' taste for meatloaf, George and Harold realized they could use it to lure the recess-killing critters into Melvin's Time Toad and send them on their way into oblivion.
The boys' pop-up meatloaf stand was a big hit with the croc-o-bats and hipsters.
That's right, croc-o-bats, this way to the free meatloaf! Step right up! Best meatloaf in town! - We should stop doing accents.
- Yep.
And it's working! Oh! You boys and mutants are really putting away some meatloaf.
Thanks for letting us do our class restaurant project here while Melvin's out getting project stuff.
Keep the meatloaf coming, Melvin's mom, or these croc-o-bats might just eat us.
But seriously, keep it coming.
That's the last of them.
Recess is saved! And croc-o-bats are good tippers.
I'm sure sending a bunch of scary mutants to a far-off jungle way in the past will work out just fine.
But it didn't because the croc-o-bats survived for millions of years and are still around today.
That's how they made Other Sophie their queen in a previous episode.
Check this out.
I think this is what Melvin used to make croc-o-bats.
Payback time.
What could we make with this thing that would drive Melvin crazy? - A wolf and an eagle.
A wolf-gle.
- Sounds like a breakfast sandwich.
Uh, two wolf-gles with cheese and a large armadillorange juice.
- How about a dog-cat? - What? No.
Are you trying to bring about the end of the world? Yep.
It's all over, dude.
Nah, we don't wanna make anything dangerous, like the croc-o-bats.
- I got it! Draw a butt.
- Gladly.
He's gonna hate this.
Chapter 3: Nothing Butt Trouble.
- Butts and flies make butt-erflies.
- So good! Because butt.
What are these things? Why are they here? - And where are my croc-o-bats? - Croc-o-whats? - Never heard of them.
- Wait a minute.
Did you two use my You Choose You Fuse 2000 to create these abominations? - You choose the what? - Never heard of it.
You're lying! You've doomed us all! - How? They're butts and they fly.
- It doesn't get better than that.
No, you don't understand.
DNA is very delicate.
If you splice the wrong things together, the resulting mutations can be catastrophic.
Um, I just see some flying butts.
Flying butts with fangs and bad attitudes! We were so wrong! The first sign will be a gentle breeze followed by a merciless onslaught.
Oh, no! A gentle breeze! See ya, butt targets! - Where's he going? - Who cares? We've got killer butts on our butts! Finally, straight.
There's two hours of my life I'll never get back.
I thought this only happened in cartoons.
Why are you in here? Gentle breeze! Mutants! Pecan pie! It's happening.
Now nobody can get in.
We're safe.
Yes, but now you and I are stuck in here indefinitely.
- Oh, does that mean forever? - Maybe.
Help! Okay, I think we lost them.
Unless they, like, crash in through those windows and stuff.
Well, that's just asking for it.
- Quick, the cafeteria! - Yeah, there are no windows in there! Huh? Let me in! It's a butt-vasion! Why can't you hear me? That's your third milkshake.
Why don't you just get a bucket? Hey, where's the bathroom in here? 'Cause I really gotta go.
Oh, no.
I forgot to put a bathroom in here.
What good's a panic room if you can't use it when you're panicking? - Made it! - Yep! Only thing left to do is shut this door, and no one can get in.
Wait! Hmm.
Should we let him in? I don't know.
He killed recess.
True, but we're here and we made the butt-erflies.
Yeah, but it was his machine.
Uh, this is a real dilemma.
Let's make a list of pros and cons.
Oh, hey, Melvin.
You made it.
Well, no thanks to you two broken escalators! Now we're trapped.
Don't worry.
I'll call for help.
- No signal.
Not a single bar.
- How do you know if you have bars? OMG.
I have no bars.
Oh, it's, like, the end of the world.
The bars are gone.
I ate them.
Hey, what's that sound? Because it sounds like the butt-erflies are eating through the walls, and that would paralyze me with fear.
Oh, no.
The butt-erflies are eating through the walls.
Huh? What are these walls made of? Excellent question.
Oh, here's the thing.
These new nectar walls are dirt cheap.
Just two things.
Okay.
If they ever invent a wireless phone, these babies are gonna block the signal.
But wires ain't going nowhere.
Oh, and they attract butterflies.
Strange thing to say, but it's true.
Like crazy! Butterflies.
You remember the scene in the With the butterflies? Nothing compared to this.
But what harm can they do? What harm can a butterfly do? We gotta get Captain Underpants before those hangry butts chew their way through and make us dessert.
- Well, I'm not going out there.
- Well, I'm not going out there.
- Maybe he'll find us.
- Yeah, let's play that out.
I don't have the tools to repair the keypad you destroyed! That means we're stuck in here.
I guess we'll just have to get along.
Okay.
Do you like music? - I hate country music! - So do I! No! Chapter 4: The Blame Shame.
You know what? I don't think Captain Underpants is coming.
And these walls aren't getting any thicker.
We gotta think of a way to get everyone out of this mess.
None of that will work.
Listen up! We need someone to, like, go out there and get butt munched to save the rest of us and save my har.
Like Melvin.
This is his fault 'cause he's smart and does science and stuff.
Like a witch, but, um, like, a boy? - You mean a warlock? - See? See, see, see? Your brain is, like, a threat to us all.
Sophies, throw him out.
Throw him out! Throw him out! We can't let Melvin take the fall for us.
We've gotta confess.
Or we dig a tunnel outta here, find Krupp, have Captain Underpants save the day, and no one has to go down.
Looks good on paper.
I'm in.
Ooh! What's that awful smell? It's like an armpit soaked in cabbage juice.
Oh, no, the butt-erflies are trying to smoke us out.
But instead of smoke, it's farts! Throw him out! Throw him out! Throw him out! Back, you angry mob of dead ends! Forget the hole.
We gotta fix this, or we're all going down together.
Good.
Digging is hard work.
Guys, it wasn't Melvin.
It was us.
We made the butt-erflies.
We just wanted to make recess fun again.
But we messed up.
And now we've gotta work together, or we're gonna get eaten, farted to death, or both! I'm clapping slow 'cause they do that in TV and movies when something stinks, like Other Sophie.
Ugh, No offense, Other Sophie, but you smell like a jungle beast.
Anyway, nice try.
I know you like the spotlight, but you guys don't do science.
You do comics.
I guess we should do a comic.
Yeah, and fast, or Melvin's toast.
Captain Underpants and the Croc-o-bat Butt-erfly Conundrum Blunder.
By George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
So, recess is a time for fun with running and jumping and "Heads up!" And, "Slow down!" And, "Throw me the ball!" And, "No way, it's my ball.
Get your own ball.
" And bleeding knees, and chalk, and stuff.
So much fun! But one day, there was a smart kid who loved science and hated fun.
Let's call him Nelvin.
And he was all like, "Stop the fun, you word-no-one-knows.
" And then he built a machine that, bzz-ack, made croc-o-bats, which are half-crocodile, half-bats, and awesome! But they ruined recess by swooping around with their fangs.
Swoop, swoop! Luckily, Captain Underpants was flying by.
He was all, "I'm afraid of crocodiles and bats.
But for some reason, croc-o-bats are fine.
" So he swooped down.
Swoop! And he twirled some undies so fast that he opened a wedgie wormhole! And he herded the croc-o-bats into the wedgie wormhole like a croc-o-bat cowboy.
Yee-haw! And they went somewhere else far away, so, like, don't worry about it.
And the kids were so happy.
And George and Harold, who were pretty great and made comics, wanted to celebrate, so they borrowed, not stole, borrowed Nelvin's machine.
And they combined butts and flies to make butt-erflies! Because that's quality comedy right there.
Ding! But even though the butt-erflies were hilarious I mean, flying butts, right? They were also dangerous and crazy.
And they chased all the kids into the cafeteria.
And the kids were all like, "We're safe because we closed the doors.
" But the butt-erflies ate through the walls, like hungry lawn mowers! Crunch, crunch! But it all worked out fine 'cause Captain Underpants stopped the butt-erflies, too.
Wham! Slank! Horse jockey! So, there's nothing to worry about if everyone keeps a cool head and doesn't lose it.
And George and Harold were sorry, even though it was Nelvin's machine.
But they used it.
But there was no reason to blame Melvin er, Nelvin.
Even though nothing would've happened without the machine.
And George and Harold felt so bad, they got everyone ice cream and new wavezoomers when it was over.
So, good thing everyone forgave them and didn't hand them over to the butt monsters.
Okay.
The end.
Oh, my har.
George, Harold, and Melvin are, like, all to blame for the flying butts and the toxic gas! So we have to throw them all out! Throw him out! Throw him out! What? No! I was vindicated! You completely missed the point! - Wow, our comic only sort of worked.
- Like a plane with one wing.
Welcome aboard Nowhere Air.
Today, we'll be flying in a circle.
So good.
- Ah! - Throw him out! Okay, that should totally solve our problem.
So, everybody, get a lunch bag so you can, like, breathe.
And let's talk har.
Chapter 5: Sneak Cheek.
And then George, Harold, and Melvin were eaten by butt-erflies.
Just kidding.
Even butts aren't gonna buy these locker disguises forever.
- We gotta find Krupp fast.
- Why? Krupp's as useless as an appendix.
Because you don't need an appendix! Oh well, he's a coward, too, so he's probably in a safe place, yeah.
I know a safe place.
And you lint traps helped me, so I suppose I have to help you.
Follow me.
Harold, wait.
"Reach for the sky, and you'll always fail.
" "Yell like a funky toad.
" That juice was worth the squeeze.
This is a lot easier without butts breathing down my neck.
I just reprogram the circuit board RAM processor ignitions - We don't need the play-by-play.
- Yeah, you can just do it.
And I'm brilliant.
Well, it's lonely At the top of the school To keep the peace, you got to be cruel - Making kids tow the line - So this is a panic room, huh? Takes a rock-hard - We were just not doing that.
- Yeah.
And, and we didn't like it.
- So good.
- I need a new future me.
We need to think of a way to get Krupp alone to turn him into Captain Underpants.
Really? More ideas? A colossally crammed Krupp cannon! Eh A deviously deceptive drive downtown? Eh A solitary soak in sickening sludge! Eh Hey, are non-Melvins even allowed in here? I No! And get out.
That was easy.
We'll always have the panic room.
Man, I gotta go to the bathroom.
Buckets hold a lot of milkshake.
Tra-la-la! Captain Underpants, we need you to beat some butts.
Sure! But first, I gotta tinkle.
- One sec, guys.
- Huh? Whoo! I feel like a new man! Okay, let's do this, air butts! Chapter 6, the incredibly graphic violence chapter presented in Butter-O-Rama.
'Cause you can't hurt anybody with butter unless it's frozen or poisoned.
A Kick in the Butt-er! Cream Beam! Cream Beam.
That's hard to say.
Battered and Deep-Flyed! Yeah! I kicked butts! You sure did! Now let's rescue the others before more butts show up.
More butts? How much junk is in this trunk? A lot! This school is bottom heavy! 'Cause butts! That's my kind of comedy! Wait, I don't get it.
See? Just because those butts are gassing you doesn't mean you can't look har-velous.
It's okay.
I'll, like, handle this.
I'm here to save your butts from those butts! Like, follow that giant walking baby! Yes! I'm, like, a hero.
Keep moving.
I'll catch them here with an undie net.
All I have to do is weave a bunch of undies toge Hey! There's too many butt-erflies.
We gotta find a way to stop them! - What beats a butt? - Another butt? Tush-ée.
That's word play.
And French, sort of.
Okay, guys, time for us to dance cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek - To-cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek - to-cheek-to-cheek That's it! We fight butt with butt! It's called "The Bump.
" Oh! Any fool can do that, including me! Then get down and shake your booty.
But put us down first.
I'm shaking my bacon to victory! - Yeah! - Whoo-hoo! Yeah, yeah! You did it, Captain Underpants! You put the "boot" in booty.
Now, what's that noise? They're coming back! Get your rear in gear, Captain Underpants.
I'll try, but my heinie's running low on gas.
That's the last of it.
Well, I guess this is where we make our stand, then.
See you on the other side, brother.
For recess! Hey! Those butt-erflies love wall! Hey, let's do to the butt-erflies what we did to the croc-o-bats.
- Yeah.
- To the Time Toad! Realizing butterflies loved eating wall, they lured them to the Time Toad by mixing it with Melvin's mom's meatloaf.
That's right, butt-erflies, this way to the free wall-loaf.
G'day, mate.
Throw another wall-loaf on the barbie.
Nice adjustment on the accents.
Oh, you boys and mutants are really putting away some wall-loaf! Man, I'm getting a lot of wall in this wall-loaf.
Wall-loaf.
Wall loaf.
Wall loaf.
Hmm.
That's hard to say.
Kinda like cheek-to-cheek! You think it's okay to send a bunch of butt-erflies to the future? Well, we can't send them to the past 'cause that's where we sent the croc-o-bats.
I'm sure it'll be fine.
It's lonely at the top of the school You ever wonder how Melvin became half-cyborg in the future? Well, here's how.
Oh, no! I am half-okay! Today, we raise the undie flag! Because we fought the enemies of fun, and won! Oh, yeah! - Oh, no! The butts are back! - Those aren't butts.
He's right.
They're croc-o-bats.
And they've brought their queen home.
Like, Other Sophie? Then who are you?