♪♪ [theme]
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick, kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
♪ Kick, kick ♪
♪ Kick ♪
♪ Kick Buttowski ♪
[crash]
[yells]
Oooh.
[coughs]
[gargles]
[groans]
Gunther, how did it get so bad?
[groans]
Okay, Gunther, you gonna be ready at the landing spot?
[strains]
Pudding is already in place.
[strains]
And release.
Let me just get the--
Steering wheel!
Biscuits.
All finished.
Now, I've seen some
friendship fountains before,
but this one takes the cake.
I still remember the day we met 20 years ago.
[both] A chicken wing.
You take, I insist.
Why, thank you.
What is your name, friend?
[chokes] Mmm, unusual name.
Nice to meet you,
[chokes]
No, Magnus, he's choking.
[groans]
He needs CPR.
[gasps]
By the hammer of Thor, I live.
Friends?
Friends. Oh, I love this song.
Let's dance.
Here's to the Vangunsons and the Buttowskis.
[all] May our families be forever friends forever.
Nothing could ever break up this friendship.
Has anyone seen Kick?
[incoming missile whistles]
Duck.
[laughs]
What a pair, huh?
Ja, ol' Kick is so rebellious.
Only when Gunther's around.
[laughs]
Your son is like this,
"Gunther, I will ruin your life
and also look at my silly helmet."
And Gunther is like this,
"I don't know about this, Kick."
I don't know about this, Kick.
While you act like,
"Oh, my name is Harry.
Look at my pointy nose and my stupid pants."
Well, here's you,
"Oh, I'm all big and scary. Bo-ar."
[laughs]
Heh.
Bo-ar!
You slander our family?
You slandered my family first.
Your son destroyed the party.
Because your son probably messed something up.
He learned how to mess up from your son.
Well, then maybe we should have never met.
Raa, this friendship is over.
Fine, we're leaving.
Good riddance. Be gone Buttowskis.
Hey.
But I'm sleeping over at Kick's.
No, you're not. Your friendship is over, too.
You and Kick will never see each other again.
[both] No. Oh, yes.
Kick. Gunther.
Psst, Gunther.
Gunther.
Gunther!
Hey, Kick.
I can't come down.
My parents said you're a bad influence.
But just because they aren't friends doesn't mean we can't be.
[horn blares]
Why, of course, Mr. Pizza-Man, I can pick up
the pizzas at the park.
[dial tone] Hello?
[loud thud]
I don't think this is working, Kick.
Come on, Gunther, we've got--
Cease communications immediately!
Gunther, we've tried everything.
I guess this just isn't gonna work.
But I can't find a new best friend now.
My looks aren't what they used to be.
I'll never find another friend like you.
I'll never find another friend, ever.
[dog barking]
Run, Kick! [barking continues]
So, Mouth, we've never really hung out.
What exactly do you do?
I scheme. I'm also kind of into shuffleboard.
Well, you ever think about going down Dead Man's Drop?
[Kick] Never find another friend ever, huh?
Sitting in our booth? With him?
Kick, you're not supposed to be in here.
Didn't you see the sign my dad put up?
Well, forgive me, Gunther.
I was doing this thing called trying.
Kick!
Let's go! Dead Man's Drop awaits!
And exactly how hard were you trying?
This is boring. I'm gonna go play shuffleboard.
I was thinking about going down the Drop
on this rickety old pair of roller skates.
Ah!
Huh. You're supposed to say, "I don't know about this, Kick."
Wait a second. You just want me to be a replacement for Gunther.
Well-- Well, I'm totally into it.
What do you think?
Huh.
Hey, good buddy. You want to split these bacon rinds?
Okay. I'll leave your half of the rinds out here.
Wow. Pretty awesome, huh?
Quit hogging the chips.
Attention, Mellowbrook.
Watch in awe as my new best friend,
uh, this guy conquers Dead Man's Drop.
Whatever. I'm already empty inside.
Come on, this guy. I know you're gonna be great.
Uh...
Ugh.
Guess I'm not so easily replaced after all.
Let's go, new buddy.
[siren wails] [groans]
Hey, will you be my new best friend?
[sighs]
Keep pulling, new buddy.
Just hang tight while I grab the steering wheel.
Why can't you just tell Gunther you miss him?
Because I'm only your reflection.
[smash] [groaning]
Ugh. Oh. I didn't know you were here.
Oh. Hey. What are you doing here?
I was just coming to get this old sock
and this crumpled piece of paper.
So where's your little friend?
Which one? I have many relationships.
You've come a long way since "never gonna find another friend ever."
None of this would've happened if you hadn't forgotten that steering wheel.
I can't help it if I have a lousy pit crew.
Oh, more excuses from the world's worst daredevil.
What did you just say?
The world's worst daredevil.
[Both yell]
Gunther, how did it get so bad?
It's a little rancid,
but what do you expect from aerosol cheese?
Not the cheese.
Oh, Gunther, I-- You know.
What is it, Kick? I, uh...
I miss my best friend.
I feel the same way, buddy.
Let me try to express it through song.
♪ Why are we friends? ♪
♪ I think you'll agree ♪
Hey, give me back my guitar, little girl.
Look, Gunther, we don't need songs.
We're friends no matter what.
But I already paid the backup dancers.
If we're gonna be friends again,
we need our parents to make up.
What do you say? You wanna do this?
Hello? Who's there?
[doorbell rings]
Who dares ring my doorbell?
Magnus, what is it?
Oh, it's you.
Hello, Buttowskis.
♪♪ ['80s dance music]
What's all this?
It's just like how we met.
I couldn't do this without my best friend.
Thanks again, buddy.
[grunts] I hope we never make a mistake like that again.
Oops.
[Kick] Now for the magic.
I bet Kick did this.
Only that boy could pull off a stunt like this.
No, no, no. It had to be Gunther.
He's so sensitive and sweet.
Harry, I'm so sorry.
Bo-ar.
I'm sorry too. Forever friends forever?
[screams]
[Both] Ooh, chicken wings.
[Women] No.
[All laugh] Those two.
I don't get it.
It's Friday, Gunther. You know what that means.
Cafeteria meatloaf day?
Well, yes. But it's also--
[Announcer] Crashes, smashes, and demolition.
Plus, the first 100 kids get a free shard of souvenir wreckage.
This Friday, at the...
Oh, I'll be there, baby.
Best day of the year.
This certainly is the best day of the year.
Meatloaf day?
No. It's report card day.
Report card day? Gee, Kick.
You think your dad's still gonna take you to the demolition derby
after he sees your report card?
Come on, Gunther. I do pretty well in class.
If my dad sees that report card,
he'll never take me to the derby.
But if he doesn't see it--
Gunther, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Ack! You're gonna blind your dad?
Not this time. I just gotta keep him from seeing it till after the derby.
I gotta get that report card.
All right. Lower me precisely 8.2 feet.
Sorry. That was 8.3.
That's okay, Gunther. The derby is worth it.
Isn't stealing the mail a federal offense?
It's my report card, so technically no.
[footsteps] Someone's coming.
[groans]
Time for plan B. What's plan B?
Catch that mailman.
Oh, yay. We used to play that at camp.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Whoa, he's really trucking.
You would too if Oscar were on your tail.
[barking]
Maybe it'd just be easier
to be honest with your dad.
No time for the truth.
Besides, I want that souvenir shard of wreckage.
Here's your mail.
Oh, thank you.
[screams]
[Kick] This is gonna be harder than I thought.
Well, that was easy. Yep.
Just gotta hide this till after the derby.
At which point, I will be too immersed in awesomeness
to care about my punishment.
Yay, another happy ending.
[laughs] This is gonna be too easy.
Hey, Kick. I couldn't help but overhear
that you're trying to hide your report card from Dad.
Don't worry, the Brad is here to help. Yeah, Brad.
Yay, another happy ending.
So, out of concern and sympathy for you,
my brother, I humbly offer
this hiding place for your report card.
Save it, Brad. I don't want your--
Hey, hey, get me outta here.
[laughs]
A proper dillweed burial. Mom!
Kick's trying to hide his report card. [gasps]
Mom, hey, hey, Mom.
Mm-hmm. Mom, you gotta see this.
Do you mind? I'm on the phone.
But-- I don't want to hear another word.
Mm-hmm. Yes, well, I've always felt that-- Hello, I'm home.
Ooh, Dad.
Dad, Kick is trying to hide his report card from you
because he knows if you see it, you won't take him to the demolition derby.
What?
What was that, Bradley? I couldn't hear you.
I was trying out these sweet new headphones.
I said Kick is trying to--
Kick, what are you doing covered in that filthy laundry?
Jeez, Brad, you're not looking so hot.
Dad, Kick's--
All right, boys. No fighting in my mail-reading room.
[screams]
I'll take care of Brad.
You get that report card. Get off of me!
Kick, get in here immediately!
I can explain.
There is no excuse for this.
This water bill is 40 cents higher than usual.
Have you done any water-related stunts recently?
Um...
No. Oh, well.
Sorry about the misunderstanding.
Must be your mother and her persistent toilet flushing. [toilet flushes]
I'll talk to her later.
Now, out you go. Gotta finish opening this mail
before the demolition derby.
Now, let's see what's next.
Oh, come on.
Right in the middle of mail time.
Where is it? Where is it?
Ah, finally.
Let's get this party started.
Oh, I wish those bee of the month club people
would stop sending me these samples.
Ah! Same for the ferret people.
Oh, not another box of piranhas. I have enough.
[grunts]
Un-hunh. Un-hunh. Got it.
Let me out of here!
Now, let's see what's next.
From the Mellowbrook School District.
Open immediately.
[doorbell rings] Special delivery.
Ah! More mail.
Why, thank you. I--
Gunther? Where did you get that uniform?
Uh...
Gotta go.
Gunther, ring the doorbell.
Yoink. Thanks, Kick. I was just about to open this one.
Uh...
Dad, don't open that. Why not?
Uh, because I got you a new letter opener.
Ah! Let me see.
I am saving it
until after the derby.
Tease.
Ah. It's all going according to--
[gasps] Kick!
Hah, gotcha.
Thanks, dillweed.
Get the card, Kick.
[grunts]
Got it.
Don't got it.
[screams]
Gotcha.
Oh, biscuits.
Got it again.
I've been looking for this. Huh?
Report card? Kick, were you trying to hide this from me?
I was afraid you wouldn't take me to the derby.
But your grades have improved across the board.
Say what?
[Announcer] By the laws of awesome, that was a crash to end all crashes.
[crash]
Holy mackerel. Get a load of this.
What happened?
Ladies and gentlemen, that was the craziest heap of awesome I've ever seen.
And look at those guys. I think they're gonna--
[crash] What? What did I miss?
Was that magic or a bona fide derby miracle?
Either way, you'll never see that stunt again.
[groans] Well, at least I still have my souvenir shard.
Hey, is this my new letter opener? Sweet.
Biscuits. Oh, and for messing with my mail,
you're grounded when we get home.
Now, enjoy the derby, buddy. [crash]
Biscuits with gravy.
Mom? Dad?
Brianna?
Dillweed? [wolf howls]
Yeah, Brad.
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