♪♪ [theme]
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick, kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
[crash]
This is the fastest thing we’ve ever built.
Just wait till we put some wheels on.
Are we ready for the cart race yet?
It’s not just a cart race, Gunther.
It’s the Tri-county Car-tacular.
[Announcer] That’s right.
he first annual Tri-county Car-tacular.
Win this race
and be the talk of the tri-county area.
Lose and be humiliated
and have everything you stand for belittled.
Save something for the race.
[Boy] You think you’re gonna race in that thing?
How charming.
Ronaldo.
Who’s Ronaldo?
He’s just a physics nerd, Gunther.
Nothing to worry about.
These are my sidewalks.
Reduce drag to maximize velocity.
Adjust leading mass.
Angle of incidence equals angle of reflection.
[laughing]
[woman screams]
Kick! Turn!
No time. We’re going right through.
[Gunther screaming]
[children laughing]
Well, well, well. Looks like
the last of my opponents is eradicated.
Time to go win the first annual Tri-county Car-tacular.
And the winner by default
of the first annual Tri-county Car-tacular is--
Ronaldo.
Ha! Suckers.
That’ll teach you to make an effort.
Don’t worry, Kick. You may have lost the race
and been humiliated
and had everything you stand for belittled,
but-- But what?
Uh, nothing.
That’s it, I guess.
I never lose, Gunther.
Especially not at cart racing.
Cart racing?
One-eyed Jackson! What did you say?
I mean, Mr. One-eyed Jackson.
Had a run-in with Ronaldo, did you? How did you know?
[rat squeaking]
Used to be kids came to woodshop class all the time.
Building carts, racing them after school.
Cart racing is fun. Not anymore it’s not.
That Ronaldo can dazzle you with his fancy physics bluster,
but when push comes to shove, he’s just a dirty cheater.
Racing used to be fun,
until that fateful day he came around.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
When was it. Yesterday.
So cool. Awesome.
Kick Buttowski.
Did you come down to polish my trophy?
I came for a rematch, just you and me.
[snickering]
Racing’s about control,
and you’re nothing but a loose cannon.
You’re like the square root of two:
irrational.
If you wanna talk numbers, I’m out.
But if you want to race--
tomorrow, 3 p.m., Mount Hurtsmore.
[gasp] Mount Hurtsmore?
[Announcer] Yes, Mount Hurtsmore,
with its treacherous turns, horrific hurdles,
intense inclines, and the legendary Turn 6.
Many have tried, but none have conquered Mount Hurtsmore.
[wind blowing]
Pretty tough terrain,
unless you’re friendly with the laws of physics.
I prefer the laws of awesome.
Laws of awesome? That doesn’t even make sense.
Not to you. You’re not awesome.
Well, I’ve got an actual law on my side.
Newton’s Second, to be exact.
This is you.
That’s so true. Sorry.
I’m an unstoppable force and Mount Hurtsmore--
[thunderclap] ...is an immovable object.
When you find yourself
between an unstoppable force and an immovable object--
[gasps] Need I say more?
Nah. You talk too much already.
Time for some upgrades.
But they’ve got physics on their side.
What do we have?
Four wheels and a box.
Word on the street says you’re facing Ronaldo on Mount Hurtsmore.
I always thought the word on the street said, "PED XING."
Looks like you could use some words of advice
from a grizzled old cart racing champ.
[whistling]
[Kick] Janitor Roberson
is the grizzled old cart racing champ?
Awesome. It’s me.
I’m the grizzled old cart racing champ.
Oh, sorry. I’ll clean later.
Now listen up, boys.
We gotta build you a new cart.
But there’s a couple things you need to know first.
Ronaldo plays by nobody’s rules but his own.
And he’s a cheater, so he doesn’t play by any rules.
So forget everything I just said.
Except that he’s a cheater.
He veers left, you veer right.
He goes under, you go over.
He goes around, you go through.
He eats expired cottage cheese, you--
Well, you shouldn’t do that.
Gosh, that’s a terrible idea.
This is kind of the worst advice ever.
[hammering] [ratcheting]
Now that’s how you build a cart.
Awesome, Kick. You’re ready.
No one’s ever ready for Mount Hurtsmore.
[thunderclap] Okay, so you’re not ready.
Don’t get me wrong. You’re as ready as anyone’s ever been.
But there’s one thing nobody can teach you about,
[thunderclap] and that’s Turn 6.
That wall’s a man-eater.
Almost met my match on that nasty Turn 6.
Never was the same after I crashed that day.
Is that how you lost your eye?
Nah, it’s how I lost my leg.
[twittering]
[thunder rumbles]
[cheering]
[scoffs] I knew he wouldn’t show up.
Guess the laws of awesome don’t mention punctuality.
It wasn’t that funny.
[Kick] Ronaldo!
You might as well quit now. No way you can harness
the power of physics in that piece of junk.
[chuckles]
You couldn’t even exploit subsonic aerodynamics.
These wheels couldn’t withstand even the slightest spinout.
And your weight distribution is so severely off-balance
that it’s hilarious.
Laugh harder.
There’s absolutely no science at work here.
You got your way. I got mine.
Well, if you’re so confident,
how about we put a little
something else on the line, too?
I’m listening.
Your helmet if I win.
Deal. Good.
And if Kick wins?
When I win,
you quit racing forever. Deal.
[cat yowls]
[engine roars]
Recorded that myself at Daytona
with a parabolic mic.
Three, two, one go!
Play with fire at 505 degrees Kelvin, you get cauterized.
Whoa!
[giggles]
Nice try, Ronaldo.
You just don’t know when to quit, do you, Buttowski?
[thunderclap] Oh, no! Turn 6!
Slow down, Kick!
You’re gonna lose an eye!
I mean a leg.
He’ll never make it going that fast.
Kick, you’ve gotta slow down!
Sorry, the words "slow down" aren’t in my vocabulary.
Dadgummit, I told him not to read
those darn comic books during vocabulary class.
This is where physics makes all the difference.
The centrifugal force from that turn
will splatter your guts against that wall,
unless you slow down in time.
Is he trying to get himself killed?
[tires screeching]
Need more speed.
[giggles]
[screams] No!
You always were a loose cannon!
Ah, the familiar smell of certain victory.
[gasps]
The laws of awesome.
[air horn blows]
No brakes, huh? No brakes?
You’re a crazy hothead, you know that?
And I love you for it.
You drove through solid granite.
Told you I’m fast.
But you broke the laws of physics!
Laws were meant to be broken.
[crowd cheering]
Hey, you guys see One-eyed Jackson?
That old man died a long time ago
when he hit that wall on Turn 6.
I’m just kidding. He’s over there.
Nice job, boys.
Well, looks like my work here is done.
[Gunther] Yay!
That’s the plan, anyway.
The Mellowbrook Memorial Corkscrew.
I was wondering when you were gonna tackle that.
I had to wait until they were gonna demolish it.
A once-in-a-lifetime jump.
Now or never.
Prepare to launch!
Launch prepared.
[klaxon blaring] [siren wailing]
Hi, Kick!
[Kick] No!
A once-in-a-lifetime stunt ruined.
[crash] [cat yowls]
Great stunt, Kick. [groans]
So while your vertebrae settle back into place,
just a friendly reminder that tonight’s my big birthday party.
Sorry, Jackie. I’d love to come, but--
Great! It starts at 7.
I’ll never be the world’s greatest daredevil
with Jackie around.
I gotta get her out of my life once and for all.
[grunting]
I’d give anything for her to never bother me again.
Did you say anything?
Because if you did,
I can help you. How?
By making Jackie hate you.
Think about it.
Who’s better than me at making people hate him?
I hate him.
I could help you ruin her birthday party
so she’ll never want to see you again.
Imagine, a life without Jackie.
[crowd cheering]
Let’s do this.
Not so fast. I don’t work for free.
But I am in the market for a new man cave.
So I’ll take care of your Wacky Jackie problem
if you give me your room.
If it works.
[laughs] It’ll work.
Kick, you can’t make a deal with him.
He’s evil.
Besides, even Jackie deserves a happy birthday.
Sorry, Gunther. I’ve made up my mind.
I won’t be a party to this madness!
It’s madness I tell you!
[in distance] Madness!
So do we have a deal?
[Gunther in distance] Madness!
"For services rendered,
"the party of the first part, known as the dillweed,
"shall agree to freely give over his room
to the party of the second part,
known as the Brad.
The dillweed shall live in tha back yard forever.
Sign it.
No ink.
Mmm. Use that.
You sure about this?
Worry not, dillweed.
Wacky Jackie’s gonna have a birthday
she’ll never forget.
[cackling] [thunderclap]
[sawing, hammering] [cats yowling]
[chainsaw revving]
[chainsaw stops]
What was all that noise?
What, that? That’s my new sound effect CD.
Okay, dillweed, give this to Jackie
and your troubles are over.
[rattling] What’s in it?
It’s better that you don’t know.
Well, if this doesn’t work, I want my room back.
Oh, it’ll work.
Besides, no take-backs.
[laughs]
[doorbell chimes]
Sorry I’m late, every...
one?
Yay! The party can finally start!
Uh, nobody’s here.
Well, you’re here,
and that tumbleweed.
Thanks for coming!
[gasps] A birthday present?
Whoo! What’s in it?
[nervous chuckle] Open it and find out.
[giggles] Open it? Ha!
Now why would I do a thing like that?
It’ll be so much sweeter if I wait.
Oh, the waiting is so painful.
[whispers] So good.
You know, maybe it’s best to just get it over with?
Here, I’ll help. No!
It’s the grand finale!
But we can always play party games.
Party games?
Let’s play Pin the Tail on Kick.
Run! It’s more exciting that way.
Okay. Careful. A little left.
The other left.
A little further.
Perfect.
Welcome to the bachelor pad de la Brad.
Horace, make me a sign that says that.
Pantsy, celebrate for me.
Wahoo! Yippee!
Wahoo?
Yeah, Brad!
Jackie, a porcupine toss is not a party game.
It’s not? Uh-uh.
Oh, I got it.
[kissing]
Okay. No!
That’s not a party game, either.
Look, open up the present and--
Ooh!
Let’s bust open a piñata!
Hi-yah!
Worst piñata ever.
Where’s the candy?
What? Some piñatas have candy for realsies?
That sounds awesome!
Forget it. It’s just not worth it.
Where are you going?
Get her to open that present.
I want to get away from her,
not spend more time with her.
Look at the picture, dillweed.
As soon as she opens that present,
she’s out of your life forever!
[singsong] Forever!
Yeah, Brad!
Here, Kick! Have a snack!
What was that?
Onions with peanut butter.
Onions and peanut butter?
Those aren’t snacks.
Haven’t you ever thrown a party before?
Well, no.
In fact, I’ve never even been to one.
Never? Never?
We moved around a lot, and you might not believe this,
but it’s kind of hard for me to make friends.
That’s why the guest list is so thin.
You can go if you want.
Don’t go! Remember...
even Jackie deserves a happy birthday.
You know what, Jackie? I’m staying.
And I’m gonna give you the best birthday party ever.
Oh, Kick! It already is.
Thanks, Gunther. Gunther?
[moans]
[kissing]
Kick, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
It’s the best birthday party ever.
Almost.
You mean there’s more?
[doorbell chimes]
And lo there was a party,
and it was good.
[gasps]
[screams]
♪♪
Oh, Kick, it really is the best party ever.
Thank you so much.
No problem.
Attention, everyone!
I would like to thank the guy
who made this party so awesome.
My friend, Kick Buttowski!
And I’m gonna open his present first!
Present. Yeah.
Forgot about the present, didn’t you?
And there’s nothing you can do about it, dillweed.
[laughing] [thunderclap]
Yeah, Brad.
Hey, man. Be cool.
Ow! The punch!
It burns!
Oh, no.
Why, Kick? Why?
Jackie, no!
Why did you do that?
I-- I, uh--
[doorbell chimes]
Hey! Look what I found.
[reading]
Oh, I can’t wait to open it!
No, Jackie! It’s not what you think!
Good! I love surprises.
Give it back.
Not on your life.
[screams]
[screaming]
Kick, this is how you really feel about me?
Jackie, I-- I--
[cackling]
Good thing I kept this Halloween costume.
This is the best gift ever!
Wait. You don’t hate me?
How can I?
Any gift from Kick Buttowski
is the best gift in the world!
In fact, I love you even more.
This is the most thoughtful gift ever.
If there’s anything I can ever do to thank you--
anything at all, like marrying you.
Okay, so it didn’t work.
But I’m still not giving back my man cave, dillweed.
As a matter of fact, there is something you can do.
Anything.
[doorbell chimes]
[Jackie] He took your room?
[screams]
You give Kick back his room!
[Brad] Hey! Get out of my man cave!
Now, this is a party.
You were right, Gunther.
everyone deserves a happy birthday. I said that?
Sometimes having a friend like Jackie isn’t so bad.
[screaming, crashing]
♪♪
You know? [chuckles]
You’re a pretty good dancer.
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