Big Nate (2022) s02e24 Episode Script

[tranquil music]
- Ellen!
Ellen!
Ellen?
Ellen!
Ellen!
- This better be important.
- Have you seen my toenail jar?
- Yeah, I tossed it.
You left it in the
kitchen, revoltoid.
- No!
I've cultivated those
clippings for months!
Girls don't
understand anything.
[groans] I wish
I had a brother.
Wait!
I'll go to the
place that provides
all of life's desires--
the internet!
[dial-up tone buzzes]
"Looking for an
instant male sibling
and a modest cash stipend?"
An exchange student from--
- Bam.
- [groans] An exchange student
from the land of Norchaborf
needs a host family.
He's the brother
you always wanted.
S-s-s-send!
Oh, that was easier
than I thought.
[upbeat music]
Don't want to go
to school today ♪
The sun is red hot
and I wanna play ♪
But if I get caught
they'll make me pay ♪
Detention again ♪
- Big Nate, Big Nate ♪
- Math and social studies
just ain't my thing ♪
- Big Nate, Big Nate ♪
- Rocking with my band
is where I'm king ♪
Stealing the teacher's teeth
or bailing on a test ♪
- Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
Big Nate ♪
[loud clang]
[loud crash]
- Friday finally!
Wanna go to the arcade?
- Sorry, I've got a thing--
Drama Club Club,
the emotional support club
for kids in drama club.
[chuckles]
- Ugh, I need a thing.
- Amy, we need you.
- You know that show,
"Tough Cookies"?
It's coming to Rackleff.
- No way.
I love that show!
- "Tough Cookies,"
where young chefs are judged.
- I said cuttlefish,
not sea bass!
- As they attempt
anything possible!
[screaming]
- It's gonna eat me!
- You're nothing!
- [sobs]
- They take on the
coveted Golden Apron!
- My mom made us team with Kim
because my mom and her mom
are friends, but Kim's cooking
is, like, a total nightmare.
We hear you're an
amazing chef, so--
- I'd love to be on your team.
[Nate snoring]
- He's older, he's bolder,
and he's all that.
Meet Nate's cool big
brother who's not a girl.
- Testosterone!
[Ellen screaming]
[dramatic sting]
- Huh?
[laughs giddily] He's here!
- Norchaborf!
- You broke into the
wrong house, dude!
I'm not afraid to get stabby.
- Whoa, whoa.
Do not worry.
The door was broken.
I knocked and it became a dust.
You definitely have termites.
- Nate, are you having one of
your dorky slumber parties?
- Not quite, Ellen.
Meet Norchaborf, an exchange
student from Norchaborf.
He lives here now.
- Good thing
I arrived when I did.
Everyone here was sleeping.
No one was guarding
for mountain lions.
- What's going on?
Why is there a strange boy
in your bedroom, Ellen?
- Oh, hello.
High-five.
- This is my new brother,
Norchaborf, from Norchaborf.
Haha!
I ordered him on the internet.
You've got three kids now--
well, two and a butthead.
[grunts]
- Oh, gee, I don't
think I can afford
any more children, Nacho barf.
Sorry.
I hope Nate ordered you from
a site with free returns.
- Huh?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
OK, OK, OK.
Hang on, Dad.
Did I mention that we get paid
to let Norchaborf live with us
in the good, ol' U.S. of A.?
- Oh, well, in that case,
welcome to the family, son.
Sorry about Ellen's hysteria.
Teenagers.
You have siblings back home?
- [laughs] Yes, 1.3 million.
All children in Norchaborf
consider themselves
loving, harmonious siblings.
- Wow.
No petty arguments?
No fighting?
[bickering]
- [laughs] Of course not.
That is why nine
years of existence,
the land of Norchaborf's won
the Best People in the World
Award 10 years in a row.
- [gasps]
You're my new favorite.
[lobsters squeaking]
- Thanks, Zeff.
Hi, Kim.
- Hey, cooking buddy.
Check it out.
I'm making a HamaJamaAna.
It's ham with jam and banana.
- I never thought about
putting those things together.
You're a genius.
- I got stuff to
bake apple pie.
And Hillary's doing hamburgers.
- I'm pretty excited about it.
- And what are you making?
I'm guessing something normal,
unlike the freaky stuff
Kim keeps trying
to get away with.
- Yeah, last week, Kim made
something with eyeballs.
- Yeah, I did.
- Yeah, I'm going to make,
uh, mac and cheese.
So normal, right?
- All right, go tell
Dad to order pizza.
He won't say no to his new son.
- Okey dokey.
Ugh!
Whoa!
[crashing]
Oh, good news.
Dad Martin offered us
something better--
lentil burgers!
Great for lowering cholesterol.
- [groans]
I sent Norch into Ellen's
room to prank her.
This is gonna be dope!
[laughs]
Eh. Why don't I hear screaming?
- Oh, that's great, Norchaborf.
Mind the corns.
- [screams]
OK, so this game takes place
on the planet Plutorg.
And what you want to do is--
- Deliver assistance
to Plutorgians?
- Heh, heh.
Cha-no.
Watch.
- Hi, friend.
[screams]
- Oh!
I want no part of space murder.
- [groans]
Let's go meet my friends.
[mellow music]
- Nice to meet you, Norchaborf.
- How's it going, man?
- How ya doin'?
- Well, I have a canker sore on
my tongue, which is bothersome.
You wanna see?
Ahh.
[dramatic music]
- OK, Norch, Norch,
brother, brother.
[laughs] In America,
the correct answer
to "how ya doin'"
is always "awesome."
- What if I am not awesome?
- Bottle it up.
Tell no one.
[eerie music]
You're too low, Nate!
You're too low!
Pull up!
[cries]
- OK.
My new siblings, please
forgive my faux paus,
and thank you for
inviting me to eat.
Let us enjoy this jellied
shark fish together.
- Good one, Norch.
[laughs nervously]
He's kidding.
He's kidding.
Aren't you, Norch?
I mean, obviously, we eat
ice cream at Scoopsies.
- [smacks lips]
- Mm.
- Mm.
Hmm?
- Norch!
No, no, what are you doing?
No, no, no, Norch,
eat only your own.
- It's OK.
I don't mind.
I like to try everything
when I travel, too.
- You may have this.
- Norch, what was that?
You don't offer food
to strangers!
- Oh, she was not a stranger.
In Norchaborf,
once you talk to somebody,
they are family, just like
you and I are brothers.
- Yeah, right.
Brothers.
- Brother, can you direct me
to the plunkschnift--
the place of stinky whirlpools?
- Yeah, the, uh,
bathroom is in the back.
- You're coming with me, right?
- Yeah, no, you're, uh--you're
on your own for that one,
big guy.
- I have never gone to
a bathroom alone before.
But when in America--
[laughs]
- He's probably
just jet lagged.
You know, I'm sure he's gonna
turn out to be really cool.
I mean, he's my
brother after all.
- I like him just as he is.
- He's cool already.
[laughter]
- Huh, hard to hear you guys,
but it sounds like we agree.
I should fix him.
- On behalf of motherland
Stylgravia,
we shall fix this
Norchaborfian indeed.
- Norch.
Norch, buddy,
why don't you sit down?
Have some cheesy snacks.
We gotta talk.
- It is a dusty packing peanut?
[bites] I do not
understand American taste.
- [sighs] Yeah, I--
I know, buddy.
I know.
That's what we
gotta talk about.
You see, you need a makeover
so you won't stick out
like a sore thumb at school.
- I am a stick-out?
My whole country
is founded on not
sticking out like an arrogant,
self-absorbed Stylgravian.
This is upsetting news.
- I know being the best
Norchaborfian means caring
and sharing and all that jazz.
But, you know, being the best
American means,
well, being better than
everyone else.
Yeah, letting your
awesome shine, like I do.
- Awesome!
- OK, well, how can
I shine awesomely?
- Well, for starters,
you need a new look.
And you know what?
A new name.
Norchaborf is just
too hard to pronounce.
- Well, in the
land of Norchaborf,
everyone is named Norchaborf.
- OK, you know what?
Let's lose the accent, too.
- Hey, how was the
"Tough Cookies" meeting?
- To be honest,
Mary and Hillary
don't have the most
sophisticated palates.
But it's OK.
I'm not in it for
the Golden Apron.
- I got us matching chef hats!
[upbeat music]
- You want me to
bedazzle yours, too?
- [gasps]
- No.
- Ew.
[upbeat music]
- Hey.
- So if we syndicate now, I'm
telling you, Teddy, spin-off.
- [laughs] Huh?
- I am sorry we got off
on the wrong hoof.
Allow me to start again.
Hi, my name is Nate.
What's up?
[in American accent]
My name's Nate.
I am awesome!
- Big Nate!
[cheering]
- What?
Dude, he's like your twin!
- How come he's
using your name?
- I guess he wants
to be the best.
- Hey, Nate.
Nice to meet you.
- Hi, Friend Nate.
- [strained]
Hey, how is it hanging?
- [gasps]
Norchaborfian deceiver!
I am too late.
He has infiltrated P.S. 38!
Why you are dressed
as Friend Nate?
- Huh, I did not
realize there was
a Stylgravian here at PS 38!
- Why you aren't attacking me
like Norchaborfian wolfhound?
- I have left all of my
old ways behind, my friend.
I am an American now.
[eagle shrieking]
[majestic music]
[cheering]
- Isn't he great?
Oh, he's so much
better than old Nate.
- Yes, but he doesn't fool me.
[timer dinging]
- Mac and cheese
is kind of boring.
I could do something
more creative.
- Nobody wants to
eat creativity.
Try my pie.
- Ooh.
Not bad.
You ever try putting a pinch
of salt into the apples?
- Salt in pie?
Who are you?
Kim?
- There's only one Kim.
- What did you
wind up making, Kim?
- Behold.
[glorious music]
- Is that--
- Leaf Wellington,
my plant-based alternative.
- Oh, you made "blood"
out of the beets.
- Try harder to be normal, Kim.
Weird stuff won't
win over the judges.
- Prepare to be astonished.
- What, like, even is it?
- Ew.
- An exact replica of
the Dead Sea Scrolls
made out of peppered goat skin,
obviously.
- Whoa.
This is so cool!
- Um, but, like, the rules say
we only need one side dish,
Kim.
And Amy's mac and cheese is
just a smidge ahead of you.
Try something else.
- On it.
Kim powers, activate!
[thrilling music]
[eagle shrieking]
- Obviously, we'll choose
yours for competition.
Well, our dishes
are still perfect.
You almost done, Kim?
["Waltz of the Flowers"
playing]
♪
- Wow.
- Sacré bleu!
- You made a soufflé?
- And I nailed it.
She's Bobby Flay's daughter.
Heh, heh.
- [laughs, snorts]
- Snort, laugh.
Sick.
- Wanna hit Señor Chang's
after this?
- Sure.
- Don't invite Kim, OK?
- OK.
[somber music]
[bell ringing]
- Hey, man.
What's up, Nate?
- Huh?
Oh, hey.
- Oh, it's just you.
- I thought you were New Nate.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?
I'm the OG Nate.
Uh, I taught New Nate
everything he knows.
[sputters] Guys?
[bell ringing]
Hey, let's go skateboarding.
Just us, like in
the before times.
- Sorry, but we already
made plans with New Nate.
- Yeah, no can do, foo.
- All right.
[rock music]
- What's up?
[laughter]
- New Nate, wait up!
- Hello, Friend Nate.
- Hmm?
Oh, I'm sorry, Artur.
I'm not into charming guys
from foreign lands right now.
- [sighs]
That is make two of us.
Norchaborf must go, right?
- Whoa.
You don't like Norchaborf?
You like everyone.
- Everyone except
Norchaborfians.
They ruined my country.
In before times, Stylgravia did
all trading with our
next door country
of Norchaborf.
Stylgravians were
prosperous and happy.
- Howdy hi ho, neighbor!
Ho, ho.
- But then
Norchaborfians decide
to share only with each other,
trade only with each other,
share nothing to Stylgravia,
buy nothing from Stylgravia.
Stylgravia grew destitute.
Thanks to sharing,
caring Norchaborfians,
Stylgravians must
import inferior goods
from Rackleff, USA.
We had to build giant
catapult at embassy here
for to send livestock
across ocean to Stylgravia.
What will these
Norchaborfians take over next?
Rackleff?
- Or my life!
We need to stop them.
Meet me at the Stylgravian
embassy at 9:00 PM.
I have an idea.
- Such poise.
Look at how he bends his knee
into the elegant triple axle.
- [gasps] He nailed
the triple axle!
- It's so cool you like
watching figure skating, Nate.
- [grumbles] I hate it,
and you know that, Ellen!
- I was talking to
New Nate, dweebus.
- [screaming]
- Maybe we should give you
a nickname, buddy.
Having two Nates in
the house is confusing.
[suspenseful music]
[cows moo-ing]
- Whoa!
- Hello, Friend Nate.
You are ready as I am
for send Norchaborf
back to land of Norchaborf?
- [laughs] More than ready!
Heh.
Uh, hey, this isn't
gonna hurt him, right?
- Most likely, no.
But we will practice with cow
first to make sure
Norchaborf does not suffer
terrible fate,
like landing in
greater Houston metro area.
- Well, hey, now,
that ain't right.
[cow moo-ing]
[beeping]
- Let's see if this
is enough power.
- Destination:
Rackleff Ice Cream Parlor.
[cow giggling]
- Yeah, we better
crank up the juice.
[powering up]
- Destination:
Manhattan, USA.
[cow moo-ing]
- I'm walkin' here!
- We are getting closer.
- Error. Maximum power.
[grunts]
[whirring]
Fine, you win.
Destination:
land of Norchaborf.
- [gasps]
[cow moo-ing]
[laughter]
- Well done,
you beautiful machine!
- All that is left to do
is capture Norchaborf
and send him flying!
Oh!
[beeping]
- Destination:
land of Norchaborf.
- Whoa!
- Friend Nate!
- [screams]
- [snores] Snorchaborf.
Eh?
Huh?
[gasps] Brother Nate
is planning a trip
on a giant catapult?
Oh!
This is too dangerous, even for
a super awesome American kid.
I must stop him!
- And we're back with
"Tough Cookies."
Let's see what
the judges think.
- This looks like
something I'd find
under my grandpa's recliner!
[girl screaming]
- [sobs]
- Our group looks so
delicious and normal.
We totally got this in the bag.
- Go, team.
[glamorous music]
Is that a man?
- Or is it crab cake?
Undeniably my finest work.
- Mmm.
This is--
- Disgusting?
- Hard pass.
- I've had it with
you neophytes.
Let's go home.
- Listen up, amateur nobodies.
Today, the winning team will
receive not just
a Golden Apron, but also
a week-long cooking class
at the Culinary Institute
in NYC.
- Oh!
Guys, we've gotta
get that prize.
We have to go with Kim's dish.
We need to stand out.
- I thought we agreed
Kim's stuff is gross.
- Yeah, ew.
- Ugh.
- [screams]
[grunts]
- Another wayward cow arrived
from the Stylgravian embassy.
- Ooh, scrawny little heifer.
Will be hard to milk her.
- We must still try.
So she is not go to wasted.
- No, no, no! No, stop!
I'm not a girl or a cow!
I'm just a normal human boy!
- [laughs]
Normal human boy
with that crazy accent?
- No!
[cries]
No! [grunts]
I'm a boy, a real boy!
- Are you lost, child?
- Well, look, I--
I know I look weird to you
and sound weird to you,
but it's just because we're
from different cultures.
And we don't know
each other yet.
See, I'm--I'm from
Rackleff, America,
and a catapult accidentally
sent me to--
- Do not worry.
We, too, have a catapult.
We use it to launch words of
affirmation at enemy nations.
- Uh, thank you!
- Come with us.
We'll fling you home.
- Huh?
Wait, wait, wait.
So you're not gonna milk me?
- Eh, you'd provide
mediocre milk at best.
- Huh.
- [gasps]
Kim.
- Hmm.
- I'm so sorry I didn't
stand up for you.
You're the best chef here.
And I'm way better than
I've been letting on.
Let's make our own team,
please?
- Well, I did work hard
on making his crab abs
this chiseled,
hee-hee-hee-hee.
- Speaking of crabs.
- Creative.
- Delectable!
- I'm glad you think so.
Kim and I entered with some
other girls by mistake,
but actually,
she and I are a team.
- You two are really going
places in the culinary world.
But you are not
going anywhere today.
This is an American
cooking show.
We can't show anything
different or exceptional.
It frightens the public!
- Start rolling.
- Well, looks like we have
our winners, Hilary and Mary,
with your good, old-fashioned,
noncontroversial,
highly-American dinner of
hamburgers and apple pie.
[cheering]
- I guess you should have
given them your mac and cheese.
- I can't believe this.
Can you believe this?
- Yeah, this kind of thing
is pretty status quo for me.
And I can make my own
Golden Apron.
- Hey, wanna start
our own cooking club?
We could meet at my house once
a week and try out new recipes.
It'll be our thing.
- Depends.
Can I bedazzle your chef hat?
It's too boring for my eyes
to look at weekly.
- I'd be honored.
[dramatic music]
- Oh!
I have sent Friend Nate
to enemy territory.
This is big mistake!
- [moans]
- [whistles] This is
private Stylgravian land.
What is it you are wanting?
- Brother Nate is in danger!
He wants to go far away in
the catapult, just like that.
- Oh, um, yes.
It already has happened,
actually.
With absolute no help
by accident from me,
Nate's in land of Norchaborf,
where you should be.
- Oh, no.
No, no, no.
I hope he is OK.
It is hard to be in a new land.
- I am understanding.
It is hard to be different.
- I am happy you understand,
Brother Artur.
[Nate screaming]
Brother Nate!
- [grunts]
[groans]
- Oh!
[smooching]
How was your time
in Norchaborf?
I hope the
Norchaborfians did not
treat you like a big weirdo.
- They didn't.
Even though I looked different
and sounded different,
and my milk was sour,
they were really nice to me.
I mean, honestly,
they treated me
the way I should have
treated you, Norchaborf.
Look, I--I'm really sorry.
I should have let you
be yourself
and left being my kind of
awesome to the OG Nate, moi.
- Yes, yes.
Being you is so terrible.
I do not like to eat orange
Styrofoam packing peanuts
and wear hideous clothing
and act like a circus clown
so everyone will look at me.
Ugh.
- [nervous chuckle]
- You will always
be my brother, Nate.
But please, send me home now.
- Cool Nate, don't leave.
You're my favorite
person in Rackleff.
You can live with me.
- [grumbles]
[pants]
[beeping]
- [breathes heavily]
- Oh, ha.
Hello, Jenny.
I did not see or hear you.
Norchaborf had to go bye-bye.
Ah!
- I'm coming, Norchaborf!
- Jellied shark face?
- Nor, Norchaborf,
Norchaborf, Norchaborf ♪
Norchaborf, Norchaborf ♪
Norchaborf ♪
Nor, Norchaborf,
Norchaborf, Norchaborf ♪
Norchaborf, Norchaborf ♪