Clarence US (2014) s02e24 Episode Script
Space Race
1 [remote clicks.]
[upbeat music plays.]
I don't care what you say! I'm gonna do what I want all day! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! Build myself a rocket ship [music.]
Gonna build myself Announcer: Following the Second World War [Snoring.]
the U.
S.
and Soviet Union engaged in a clash of wits known as the Space Race.
Oh.
Hello.
Across the world from Washington to Moscow, vast spy networks shared and stole advanced weaponry, rocket blueprints, and more all to advance their own country in the Space Race.
[Snores, gasps.]
And with that, America was victorious.
Wow.
Eventually, America landed the first human on the Moon.
- Uh-uh-uh.
Sorry, Sergei.
- Aw! [Indistinct conversations.]
Oh, um, Ms.
Baker, where does the Moon go in the day? Oh, the Moon is always there, Clarence, circling around and around, controlling the tides, you know, the weather, and some even say our emotions.
Now, I have a special announcement.
This week marks our third annual Aberdale Elementary Rocket Expo.
I love the rockets.
[Indistinct conversation.]
Extra credit will be given to the team that flies the rocket the highest in our little space race.
- Yay! - Someone's gonna lose a finger.
- Wow.
Oh, my gosh.
- Wow.
Rockets.
[School bell rings.]
Okay, class dismissed.
Oh, and, Sumo, Belson, please see me after class.
All: Ooooh! Ms.
Baker: I'm not happy with you guys.
Both of your grades are slipping, and unfortunately, you're the only two in the class at risk of getting summer school.
Again, Sumo.
So I'm putting you both in charge of your rocket-building groups.
You're responsible for designing your own rockets and leading your teams to victory.
It's this or summer school.
What did Ms.
Bakie say? Are the three of us gonna be on the same team? Heck no.
Look, with my allowance, I can just buy a rocket, so why don't you just work for me? - Ms.
Baker won't even have a clue.
- But you Oh, she said we had to build it, Belson! I don't want to be in your cheater group, - and I don't like you.
- What? This is the last time I offer you a handout! [Huffing.]
Pbhttttttt! That Belson.
He thinks he can buy the whole world.
Belson may have limitless resources, but we have limitless cunning.
[Chuckles.]
Why, are you saying we can actually beat him? Oh, yes.
It's all about how much Clarence: [Thinking.]
The Moon can't always be watching over us.
It can't see through walls, right? Like when I'm all at home alone, and when I'm thinking my alone-time special thoughts? [Wind gusts.]
[Music.]
[Gasps.]
- Clarence! - What? We're going to my place to build a rocket.
- You coming? - Oh, just lead the way.
Okay, let's see.
All right.
Oh, man, this looks hard.
What should we do first? Um, first, we should make hats to protect our head.
Maybe we should collect data on other people's rockets.
Good thing I got my numbers.
Hmm.
Ah! Let's start with the easy one.
Hello? Is Kimby there? No, actually, I don't need to talk to her.
Is this Kimby's mom? Guys, we're supposed to be building a rocket! [Grunts.]
You gonna help me clean these gutters after summer - school this year? - Hey, I might not even get summer school.
[Laughs.]
[Horn honking.]
[Techno music plays.]
Uh.
[Horn honking.]
Have fun in summer school! [Laughs.]
Okay, you can drive now, Mom.
[Percy pounding on window.]
Hey, Sumo! Look at me! Sumo! Nothing to be ashamed of, son.
- Summer school is the family tradition.
- Let's make a rocket! No, don't talk to Guyler about our conversation.
[music.]
Got plans Got bits Got hands What fits? Got mind Got thoughts What time Till launch? Focus Focus Focus, focus Oh, let's focus [Groans.]
Gonna build myself a rocket ship [Explosion.]
# Gonna build myself a rocket ship # Gonna build myself a rocket ship I'm gonna build myself a rocket ship Teacher: Great work so far, everyone.
Okay, so, don't forget this is the last day before the big launch tomorrow.
Eh, what do you think? Perhaps we should consider how it measures with the rest of the competition.
Hmm.
Uh, how's the rocket look, Belson? I don't know.
Just follow the instructions.
Jeff: [Gasps.]
Could that be an Orion Mark 2 I see? Oh, how rude of me.
My name is Rick Jandell, senior rocket scientist at NASU.
[Both giggling.]
I-I must be honest, this rocket is not a perfect design.
- Can you fix it, Mr.
Jandell? - I like this game.
Belson: Don't let Jeff near the rocket.
Those big fins will slow her down.
- Maybe they could be smaller, hmm? - Okay.
Like Like this? [Laughs.]
Mr.
Jandell, look.
This is the astronaut, and he's [Snickers.]
going to Uranus.
[Both laugh.]
Oh.
All right, with those fixes, she'll fly faster and higher, baby.
Guaranteed.
- Thanks, Mr.
Jandell.
- Come back.
Ooh! Well done, Agent Randell.
[Spy music plays.]
You're not gonna have any rocket problems now, champ.
Uh, thanks whatever you did.
Well, at least one of you is doing something.
- Where's Clarence? - He took off early.
[Ominous music plays.]
Oh, you never stop Chop, chop, chopping and a-chopping and a-chopping it - Hey, Chad, have you seen the foil? - Oh! Oh! Oh, I know these hats are not comfy, but they'll protect us from that giant evil Moon.
What? Let the Moon control me? Why Why would it ever do [Whimpers.]
It's the Moon! The Moon: Clarence.
Clarence.
I want to be your friend.
- Hey, buddy, have you seen the - Aah! Aah! Aah! Aaaaaahhh! [Grunts.]
Well, hey, um, you know foil's kind of expensive.
- Uh.
Everything okay? - I don't know, Chad.
This Moon makes me go bananas.
I don't like that it's always up there controlling me and my friends and and my life.
Whoa, whoa.
I mean, who said the Moon's controlling your life? Huh.
Yeah, it does kind of make sense.
But, you see, life's like a box of doughnuts.
You don't know what you're gonna get, but it's always gonna be awesome 'cause no matter what, you're getting a doughnut.
Mary: Chad, your huevos rancheros are ready! My huevo Oh! [Thud.]
Chad: You don't know what you're gonna get, but it's always gonna be awesome 'cause no matter what, you're getting a doughnut.
[Glisten!.]
Hey, guys, save some huevos for me.
[Indistinct conversations.]
What the What the heck did you guys [laughter.]
Have fun in summer school! Sabotage! I'm the best spy you never knew.
Whatever.
My mom bought extras anyway.
- Yay! - All right, Belson and Belson's mom! Well, that was unexpected.
- Uhhhh - It's okay, Sumo.
The Moon is on our side.
- Here.
Come on, take it.
- Uh, no, Clarence.
No.
All right, everybody, stand back.
We're about to begin the space race! Ready to launch in three two one.
Blast off! [All cheering.]
- Yeah, Belson! - Yay! [Grunting.]
Oh, no! The Moon.
[Glisten!.]
Oh, the batteries are in the wrong way.
Look out! Aah! Use your Moon powers to control Sumo's rocket.
Mwah! Take this as a token of our new friendship.
Moon buddies! - Here we go! - Move, Clarence! [Children cheering.]
Oh, there it goes.
Okay, go, go, go! [Grunts, chuckles.]
[Beeping.]
Hey! Stop it! - Stop it! - Knock it off, Sumo! - [kids chanting.]
"Belson, Belson" - [chanting.]
"Sumo, Sumo" [Ding!.]
You did it! Moon, you did it, Moon! [Snickers.]
[Beeping.]
[Children gasp.]
[kids chanting.]
"Belson, Beslon" [Children gasp.]
And the winner Team Belson! - [Children cheering.]
Wha? - Have fun in summer school.
- [kids chanting.]
"Belson, Beslon" - Oh, stop it! I'm ticklish! Stop it! [Groans, grunts.]
Uhh! What's going on, Sumo? He cheated! I should have won.
I don't see why I have to go to summer school.
Hey, hey.
[Chuckles.]
You're You're not going to summer school.
- What? - It doesn't matter who wins or loses.
People are always going to look for the easy way out, you know? But you worked hard.
And you did something amazing.
You should be proud of that.
[music.]
- Look! Satellite! - Where? - Oh, no, I blinked.
- Clarence, it's not a shooting star.
I have to commend you on your rocket engineering.
- Man, I didn't know you had it in you.
- Ah, thanks.
- Hey, what happened to your hat? - You mean this? Call me Dr.
J.
R.
, the mummy expert.
- Look, Sumo's rocket! - What? Where?! Jeff: Clarence, even though you have 20/20 vision, you can't see that far.
[music.]
[upbeat music plays.]
I don't care what you say! I'm gonna do what I want all day! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! I'm the king of the world! Build myself a rocket ship [music.]
Gonna build myself Announcer: Following the Second World War [Snoring.]
the U.
S.
and Soviet Union engaged in a clash of wits known as the Space Race.
Oh.
Hello.
Across the world from Washington to Moscow, vast spy networks shared and stole advanced weaponry, rocket blueprints, and more all to advance their own country in the Space Race.
[Snores, gasps.]
And with that, America was victorious.
Wow.
Eventually, America landed the first human on the Moon.
- Uh-uh-uh.
Sorry, Sergei.
- Aw! [Indistinct conversations.]
Oh, um, Ms.
Baker, where does the Moon go in the day? Oh, the Moon is always there, Clarence, circling around and around, controlling the tides, you know, the weather, and some even say our emotions.
Now, I have a special announcement.
This week marks our third annual Aberdale Elementary Rocket Expo.
I love the rockets.
[Indistinct conversation.]
Extra credit will be given to the team that flies the rocket the highest in our little space race.
- Yay! - Someone's gonna lose a finger.
- Wow.
Oh, my gosh.
- Wow.
Rockets.
[School bell rings.]
Okay, class dismissed.
Oh, and, Sumo, Belson, please see me after class.
All: Ooooh! Ms.
Baker: I'm not happy with you guys.
Both of your grades are slipping, and unfortunately, you're the only two in the class at risk of getting summer school.
Again, Sumo.
So I'm putting you both in charge of your rocket-building groups.
You're responsible for designing your own rockets and leading your teams to victory.
It's this or summer school.
What did Ms.
Bakie say? Are the three of us gonna be on the same team? Heck no.
Look, with my allowance, I can just buy a rocket, so why don't you just work for me? - Ms.
Baker won't even have a clue.
- But you Oh, she said we had to build it, Belson! I don't want to be in your cheater group, - and I don't like you.
- What? This is the last time I offer you a handout! [Huffing.]
Pbhttttttt! That Belson.
He thinks he can buy the whole world.
Belson may have limitless resources, but we have limitless cunning.
[Chuckles.]
Why, are you saying we can actually beat him? Oh, yes.
It's all about how much Clarence: [Thinking.]
The Moon can't always be watching over us.
It can't see through walls, right? Like when I'm all at home alone, and when I'm thinking my alone-time special thoughts? [Wind gusts.]
[Music.]
[Gasps.]
- Clarence! - What? We're going to my place to build a rocket.
- You coming? - Oh, just lead the way.
Okay, let's see.
All right.
Oh, man, this looks hard.
What should we do first? Um, first, we should make hats to protect our head.
Maybe we should collect data on other people's rockets.
Good thing I got my numbers.
Hmm.
Ah! Let's start with the easy one.
Hello? Is Kimby there? No, actually, I don't need to talk to her.
Is this Kimby's mom? Guys, we're supposed to be building a rocket! [Grunts.]
You gonna help me clean these gutters after summer - school this year? - Hey, I might not even get summer school.
[Laughs.]
[Horn honking.]
[Techno music plays.]
Uh.
[Horn honking.]
Have fun in summer school! [Laughs.]
Okay, you can drive now, Mom.
[Percy pounding on window.]
Hey, Sumo! Look at me! Sumo! Nothing to be ashamed of, son.
- Summer school is the family tradition.
- Let's make a rocket! No, don't talk to Guyler about our conversation.
[music.]
Got plans Got bits Got hands What fits? Got mind Got thoughts What time Till launch? Focus Focus Focus, focus Oh, let's focus [Groans.]
Gonna build myself a rocket ship [Explosion.]
# Gonna build myself a rocket ship # Gonna build myself a rocket ship I'm gonna build myself a rocket ship Teacher: Great work so far, everyone.
Okay, so, don't forget this is the last day before the big launch tomorrow.
Eh, what do you think? Perhaps we should consider how it measures with the rest of the competition.
Hmm.
Uh, how's the rocket look, Belson? I don't know.
Just follow the instructions.
Jeff: [Gasps.]
Could that be an Orion Mark 2 I see? Oh, how rude of me.
My name is Rick Jandell, senior rocket scientist at NASU.
[Both giggling.]
I-I must be honest, this rocket is not a perfect design.
- Can you fix it, Mr.
Jandell? - I like this game.
Belson: Don't let Jeff near the rocket.
Those big fins will slow her down.
- Maybe they could be smaller, hmm? - Okay.
Like Like this? [Laughs.]
Mr.
Jandell, look.
This is the astronaut, and he's [Snickers.]
going to Uranus.
[Both laugh.]
Oh.
All right, with those fixes, she'll fly faster and higher, baby.
Guaranteed.
- Thanks, Mr.
Jandell.
- Come back.
Ooh! Well done, Agent Randell.
[Spy music plays.]
You're not gonna have any rocket problems now, champ.
Uh, thanks whatever you did.
Well, at least one of you is doing something.
- Where's Clarence? - He took off early.
[Ominous music plays.]
Oh, you never stop Chop, chop, chopping and a-chopping and a-chopping it - Hey, Chad, have you seen the foil? - Oh! Oh! Oh, I know these hats are not comfy, but they'll protect us from that giant evil Moon.
What? Let the Moon control me? Why Why would it ever do [Whimpers.]
It's the Moon! The Moon: Clarence.
Clarence.
I want to be your friend.
- Hey, buddy, have you seen the - Aah! Aah! Aah! Aaaaaahhh! [Grunts.]
Well, hey, um, you know foil's kind of expensive.
- Uh.
Everything okay? - I don't know, Chad.
This Moon makes me go bananas.
I don't like that it's always up there controlling me and my friends and and my life.
Whoa, whoa.
I mean, who said the Moon's controlling your life? Huh.
Yeah, it does kind of make sense.
But, you see, life's like a box of doughnuts.
You don't know what you're gonna get, but it's always gonna be awesome 'cause no matter what, you're getting a doughnut.
Mary: Chad, your huevos rancheros are ready! My huevo Oh! [Thud.]
Chad: You don't know what you're gonna get, but it's always gonna be awesome 'cause no matter what, you're getting a doughnut.
[Glisten!.]
Hey, guys, save some huevos for me.
[Indistinct conversations.]
What the What the heck did you guys [laughter.]
Have fun in summer school! Sabotage! I'm the best spy you never knew.
Whatever.
My mom bought extras anyway.
- Yay! - All right, Belson and Belson's mom! Well, that was unexpected.
- Uhhhh - It's okay, Sumo.
The Moon is on our side.
- Here.
Come on, take it.
- Uh, no, Clarence.
No.
All right, everybody, stand back.
We're about to begin the space race! Ready to launch in three two one.
Blast off! [All cheering.]
- Yeah, Belson! - Yay! [Grunting.]
Oh, no! The Moon.
[Glisten!.]
Oh, the batteries are in the wrong way.
Look out! Aah! Use your Moon powers to control Sumo's rocket.
Mwah! Take this as a token of our new friendship.
Moon buddies! - Here we go! - Move, Clarence! [Children cheering.]
Oh, there it goes.
Okay, go, go, go! [Grunts, chuckles.]
[Beeping.]
Hey! Stop it! - Stop it! - Knock it off, Sumo! - [kids chanting.]
"Belson, Belson" - [chanting.]
"Sumo, Sumo" [Ding!.]
You did it! Moon, you did it, Moon! [Snickers.]
[Beeping.]
[Children gasp.]
[kids chanting.]
"Belson, Beslon" [Children gasp.]
And the winner Team Belson! - [Children cheering.]
Wha? - Have fun in summer school.
- [kids chanting.]
"Belson, Beslon" - Oh, stop it! I'm ticklish! Stop it! [Groans, grunts.]
Uhh! What's going on, Sumo? He cheated! I should have won.
I don't see why I have to go to summer school.
Hey, hey.
[Chuckles.]
You're You're not going to summer school.
- What? - It doesn't matter who wins or loses.
People are always going to look for the easy way out, you know? But you worked hard.
And you did something amazing.
You should be proud of that.
[music.]
- Look! Satellite! - Where? - Oh, no, I blinked.
- Clarence, it's not a shooting star.
I have to commend you on your rocket engineering.
- Man, I didn't know you had it in you.
- Ah, thanks.
- Hey, what happened to your hat? - You mean this? Call me Dr.
J.
R.
, the mummy expert.
- Look, Sumo's rocket! - What? Where?! Jeff: Clarence, even though you have 20/20 vision, you can't see that far.
[music.]