♪♪ [theme]
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick, kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
[crash]
Amazing catapult, Kick.
Where did you get the piñata?
You got to make a video.
This would be huge on Rank of Awesome.
Rank of Awesome? What's that?
[Announcer] Rank of Awesome.
[cat screeches]
[grunts]
So you put your videos online for the whole world to see?
Yep, I'm huge in Scandinavia.
[girls scream]
Oh, Gunther!
Uh-oh.
[Girls] Oh, I love the Gunther.
Gunther, who were they?
My fans.
They're crazy about my new video.
Mmm, so people vote on the awesomeness.
Hence the name Rank of Awesome.
Sounds like a website built exactly for me.
Yeah, all you need is a camera and a computer.
Oh, well, that's gonna be a problem.
You catapulted your computer?
What else would I use it for?
Well, at least you got the camera?
[Kick] I've been at it all day.
Well, you can borrow mine again, but be careful this time.
I'm running low on duct tape.
That is a video worthy of Rank of Awesome.
No doubt about it.
This one is gonna be ranked number--
[Male voice] 5,068.
Not awesome.
[laughs]
But your stunt was the definition of awesome.
I looked it up.
Then it's time for awesomeness to get redefined.
Make it tighter.
Where did you get this thing anyway?
Magnus, have you seen corset?
The Internet has spoken.
I've got to step it up this time.
I don't know about this, Kick.
It seems a little too extreme.
Extreme is my middle name.
I thought your middle name was Francis.
[roars]
Wasn't expecting the bear.
Gunther, no one expects the bear.
And now to sit back and enjoy number--
[Male voice] 8342.
Not awesome.
[laughs]
The Internet demands a greater sacrifice.
The Internet isn't a person, Kick.
It's a complex web of images,
information, and rabid pre-teen girls
who crave a chunk of this.
I looked it up.
[girls scream] Uh-oh.
[clamoring]
[girls] Gunther!
[giggling]
Seek not the fame of the Internet, Kick Buttowski.
She's a cruel mistress, indeed.
I don't care about fame and fortune.
Only about being number one on Rank of Awesome.
Where'd you get all this stuff, Kick?
Found it.
So this is your stunt?
Nope, this is just phase one.
Gunther, my blueprints.
[girls scream]
[whinnies]
Aw, come on.
[girls scream]
[girls giggle]
[car alarm sounds]
Do you have permit for whatever you're doing, Clarence?
And what are you doing?
Making a video for Rank of Awesome.
Rank of Awesome? What's that?
Kendall, trying to teach you about awesome
is like trying to teach a dog to fly.
Which I've done, but it was really hard.
[scoffs] I know all about awesomeness.
You wouldn't know awesomeness if it slapped you across the face
and said, "Look at me, I'm awesomeness."
Hmm, well, maybe I'm more awesome than you think.
Uh, no, I don't think so.
Now, why don't you and your silly cat just--
You leave Hansel out of this.
[hisses]
[roars]
[inhales]
Can you just smell the awesomeness in the air, Gunther?
Yes. Although I did just eat a lingonberry burrito.
So it could be gas.
So let me get this straight.
You want to launch from up there,
go up and over the loops, duck under the thing-a-ma-jig,
flip over and cannonball
and run through the deadly obstacles
and jump over the next bit,
bounce back up with a half twist,
and finish with a little bit of this?
But a little less of that.
So what's the trampoline for?
For the grand finale.
Hook off the wing of Flight 428 to Boston--
which is on schedule by the way--
and then drop 47,000 feet
into the Mellowbrook Roofless Pillow Factory.
And you think that will make you number one on Rank of Awesome?
Of course it'll make me number one.
I'd say I don't know about this, Kick.
But it only makes you steelier.
You know me well.
Number one for sure.
Gunther, keep filming.
I'm on it.
Flight 428 to Boston
right on schedule.
[Pilot] Do to some prevailing tail winds,
we're exactly two seconds ahead of schedule.
Biscuits.
Gunther!
Poor Kick.
You better be getting all this.
I'm getting it. I'm getting it.
[jaws snapping]
Fade to black.
Sorry, Kick, that was--
Beautiful.
Let's get that puppy online.
But you crashed.
Yeah, and it was a glorious crash.
Destined for number--
12,067!
Not awesome. Not awesome.
Fail alert. Fail alert.
[laughs]
The Internet hates me.
And if I can't be number one on a website of awesome,
how am I every going to be the world's greatest daredevil?
[sighs]
Do you know what I mean?
[gurgles]
Good talk, Steve, good talk.
Listen, the Internet--
Give me something to ride on, something to jump over,
something to crash through and I'll do it.
Just tell me what you want!
Awesome alert. New number one video.
Cat-tastic.
Hi, video fans.
My name is Kendall and this is my cat Hansel.
This is number one?
What's that, Hansel? You want to sing a song?
It must be a mistake.
♪ Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat Meow-ski ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Cat Meow-ski ♪
♪ Na-na-na ♪
♪ Cat Meow-ski, woo ♪
Would you excuse me for a moment?
[yelling]
All set.
Okay, the Internet, you want cats?
I don't get it, but I'm going to give you cats.
Hold up, why-- why am I wearing a fish diaper again?
Because I can't find Gunther.
[Gunther screams]
All right, cool.
But where do you even get a fish diaper?
Helga, where is my fish diaper?
Let's do this.
Wait, what are we doing again?
Showing the Internet the real definition of awesome.
Now, don't forget to put the milk in place
after I launch. Got it?
Oh, look out!
Cowabunga!
[girls clamoring]
[cats screech]
Ow. Ow.
Ow.
Ouch. Ow.
Ouch.
[cat screech]
[cat screeches]
Hansel!
Right on target.
Oops.
Aw, biscuits.
Good thing cats
always land on their feet.
Too bad Kick's not a cat.
[meows]
[gasps]
[girls clamoring]
[sighs]
I'm glad they're done craving a hunk of this.
[Kick groans]
Oh, my gosh, Kick!
[girls giggle]
Kick, speak to me. Do you have any last words?
Uh.
Upload the video.
Uh, any other last words?
[groans]
And how do I spell that?
[Gunther] Kick, you did it!
Your video hit the number one spot on Rank of Awesome!
I knew the fish diaper was a good touch.
Wait a second. I thought we lost the camera.
Uh, turns out we have a little help.
[girls clamoring]
Luckily, your new fan club caught it
from every conceivable angle.
But only that last part.
As long as it's number one.
My pose, please.
[grunts]
[cries out]
[whimpers]
[groans]
I'll take that.
Ooh, breakfast.
Mmm, bacon.
Nature's perfect food.
Never stand between a man and his pork products, dilweed.
That's not for you, Brad.
Really? Sure tastes like it.
[belches]
All right, let's go.
I'll deal with you later, Brad.
I've got another Mother's Day breakfast to make.
Mother's Day.
Hold it right there, grease spot.
I've worked long and hard to get number one in this house,
and I'm not letting you ruin it with some cheap Mother's Day trick.
Mother's Day isn't about you or me, Brad.
It's all for Mom.
Besides, Bree already has number one locked up.
Uh, good point.
Also, you've ruined enough
of my Mother's Day presents
with that stupid notion
of being number two.
You are not going to sabotage me this year.
Well, I'm older than you, bigger than you,
and I want a car.
No way you're gonna give Mom a better breakfast than me.
I need all the points I can--
[cries out]
You went there and now it's on.
[screams]
Mom's favorite breakfast is eggs and juice
and that was the last of both.
I can see that, dilweed.
Looks like it's a Mother's Day fail for you.
Oh, it's not over yet.
If Mom's favorite is juice and eggs,
I'm gonna make sure she gets juice and eggs.
[mockingly] If Mom's favorite is juice and eggs,
and I'm gonna make sure-- [door opens]
Can't let Kick beat me.
Ever!
[bell rings]
[tires screech]
Known as procrastination Sunday,
this annual Mother's Day ritual has Mellowbrooks' sons lining up to purchase
last minute breakfast ingredients.
It's calm now, but there's a tension in the air.
This could get ugly.
Remain calm.
There's plenty left, but you must remain calm.
We not make it time.
No, you won't make it time.
Perfect. Have fun not getting any eggs and juice.
If you can't an apple from the barrel,
go to the tree.
And if you can't get eggs from the store...
[chickens clucking]
The early bird gets the worm,
but Kick Buttowski gets the eggs.
[grunts]
[roars]
[snorts]
[roars]
[pigs oink]
[growls]
[crowd screams]
There's hardly anything left.
All I could find was anchovy paste.
Is that orange juice?
No. Is that eggs?
No.
Then I don't want it!
Guys.
There's a delivery truck pulling up.
To the delivery truck. I need eggs.
[crowd chants] Tip it!
Everyone, please, calm down.
There's enough for everyone's mother.
Tip it, tip it. I need these eggs.
Eh, good enough.
Give me some orange juice.
It's all gone.
Then think outside the carton.
[roars]
[snorts]
[scuffling sounds]
[yells]
Gunther?
Mother's Day breakfast.
Steak, check.
Know where I can find some eggs?
Thanks.
Where's my orange juice?
All I could find was this orange toothpaste.
Not good enough.
Aah, the citrus. It burns.
And yet surprisingly refreshing.
That guy's got orange juice.
[crowd clamoring]
Back off, it's mine. All mine.
I have a mother, too, you know?
[ricochet sounds]
Stand back.
I have pricing gun and I'm not afraid to mark you down.
Ow.
[grunts]
[cries out]
[sighs] Thank you.
For a moment there I thought I was a goner.
Well, you know, just trying to help out.
Here, I'll help you carry your juice if you'd like.
Why, thank you, my good man.
Why, hello.
Some one as pretty as you buying flowers for herself?
Allow me.
Ooh.
Yoinks.
[growls]
Yeah, no dilweed in sight.
Brad Buttowski, Mother's Day hero.
[tires screech]
Brad. Dilweed.
Smell that? It's battery powered victory.
Eggs are almost done.
Enjoy yet another Mother's Day fail, dilweed.
[laughs]
[Wade] You sure this will work, danger dude?
Punch it.
[engine revs]
Mind if I have one of your flowers?
Sure, forget about Mother's Day?
What's Mother's Day?
[bell rings]
You're going down, dilweed.
In flames.
The only thing I'm going down in is history.
[mockingly] Only thing I'm going down in is pain.
Ha, taste the sweet smell of losingness, loser.
I'm gonna get to Mom first.
Well, now, two hot breakfasts.
Why did you both make Mom breakfast?
To celebrate Mother's Day.
To beat Kick out from number two in the house.
Now, that is silly.
You are both number two after me, of course.
[both laugh]
Okay, what's-- what's so funny?
You think you're number one?
Dad, we all know Bree is number one around here.
Oh, son, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
But we all know I'm number one.
[both laugh]
Okay, Dad.
And these Mother's Day coupons
ought to lock that place down for another year.
One free trash emptying.
One 15-second foot rub.
First dibs on the, uh, newspaper.
Hey, look over there.
Hey, that's for Mom.
[scuffling sounds]
Happy--
Mother's-- Day.
She's not even here. What?
Where do you think she is?
How are your eggs, Mom?
Oh, they're absolutely perfect.
And your juice?
Wonderful.
Thank you for such a wonderful
Mother's Day breakfast, Brianna.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom.
It's still the best Mother's Day ever,
Nothing could ruin this beautiful day.
[gasps]
[Mom] Boys!
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