♪ Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick
♪ Kick Buttowski, Buttowski
♪ Kick
♪ Kick Buttowski
♪ Kick, Kick, Kick
♪ Kick Buttowski
♪ Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick
♪ Kick
♪ Kick Buttowski
♪ Kick Buttowski! ♪
Behold. Bonesaw.
(SQUEAKING)
(PANTING)
Gunther, time check.
Exactly 17 hours and...
Some minutes
till the annual Skidzeez BMX Rodeo.
Just enough time to get some practice in.
But, Kick, isn't this warm-up stunt
bigger than anything at the rodeo?
If I'm going for a three-point shot,
I practice from half-court.
Oh, yeah!
Like when you eat a big lunch
before Thanksgiving dinner.
(CACKLING)
You think that hunk of junk
is any match for my new set of wheels?
Gordon Gibble.
West Mellowbrook, represent!
Oh, what's this?
The Golden Lasso trophy!
Yeah, from the looks of it, I'll be keeping it this year
when I win the BMX Rodeo again!
(CACKLES)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
And how do you plan on doing that?
Same way I did last year.
(SPECTATORS CHEERING)
ANNOUNCER: Gordon Gibble wins!
GUNTHER: You mean by cheating?
Duh! I mean just with the best bike money can buy.
Which I have a lot of.
It's not the bike. It's the rider.
(ALL THREE LAUGHING)
Yeah, right.
West Mellowbrook, out.
Yeah, out!
Yeah! Up!
See you at the finish line.
Let's do this.
Wow. It really is the rider.
Shut it!
(SCREAMS)
Kick!
(CRASHING)
Kick, are you all right?
Gunther, call an ambulance.
(GASPS) Are you hurt that bad?
(GUNTHER SCREAMS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Yeah, can I... (GASPS)
Bonesaw? What?
She was so young!
She just got her first rust spot last week.
(CRYING) Why? Why?
Kick?
Can you fix her?
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
(TICKING LOUDLY)
-No! -(THUNDER CLAPPING)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
The bike's gonna be okay.
We just don't think she'll be ready by race time.
You gotta fix her. I can't do the Rodeo without Bonesaw.
I can't live without Bonesaw!
Kick, the rodeo starts in an hour.
We have to get another bike.
Another bike?
Doing the rodeo without Bonesaw would be like
you doing it without funnel cakes!
(SHRIEKS)
Without Bonesaw, I just can't compete.
Are you going to let that cheater Gordon win again?
You said it yourself, Kick.
It's not the bike, it's the rider!
I'll do it. Yeah!
Because Bonesaw would want me to.
There's just one problem with that.
With the rodeo going on, we are sold out of BMX bikes.
What are we gonna do?
(RATTLING)
What's in the back room?
Nothing! We can't tell you! It's an absolute secret.
Behind that door is the most baddest, untamable bike that ever existed!
-Way to keep a secret,Razz. -Thanks!
(HORSE PANTING)
(WHINNYING)
Where did it come from? BMX-ico?
Nobody knows. It just showed up one day.
Maybe it came
from the wild!
from outer space!
Yeah, okay, probably not outer space.
What we do know is that everyone who takes on that bike
goes down hard.
And they never ride again.
Never, dude. Never.
I don't have a choice.
(GASPS)
RAZZ: Welcome to the Skidzeez BMX Rodeo!
Today's event is sponsored by Skidzeez Ride Shop.
Ride hard.
(ANIMAL CRYING)
(HORSE WHINNYING)
(YELPS)
Buttowski? Thought you were out of the race due to technical difficulties?
How did you know about that?
No matter. I see you're racing with the Mustang Menace.
I would have won but now I'm gonna win by a landslide.
(ALL LAUGH)
Good luck on the Menace.
Are we still going to cheat, Boss?
Of course, we are.
Once again, welcome to the Skidzeez BMX rodeo!
I'm Razz and he's Hush. Say hello, Hush.
Uh, hello.
Today we have a shocking, crazy, out-of-this-world challenge.
Mellowbrook's own Kick Buttowski
will ride the Mustang Menace!
(SPECTATORS GASPING)
Having some trouble there, Buttowski?
(LAUGHS) I would have beaten you on your old bucket of bolts
but there's no way you'll win on that.
It's not the bike, it's the rider.
(SCOFFS) Whatevs.
Don't worry, Kick, you can do this.
You just have to remain determined, focused and...
(SNIFFS) Funnel cake!
One, please.
(GROANS)
It'll come back.
Nothing ever does.
RAZZ: Riders, on your ready!
Riders, on your marks!
-(AIR HORN SOUNDING) -Go!
First up on the course, the BMX Bucking Chute.
Right out of the gate, Buttowski is dead last!
Like my good friend Hush always says,
"A solid ride is your truest friend."
But Buttowski's got no friends on the course today.
If things stay like this,
there's no way he'll make it out of here alive.
Whoa, that Mustang Menace is stretching Buttowski to his limit.
You could cut that tension with a knife if that were possible,
but it's not!
Next up is the Rodeo Clown Half-Pipe!
Ooh, a barrel of pain for rider number 12
and a barrel of laughs for me.
And the Mustang Menace is pulling Buttowski through every barrel.
Seems like there should be an extra point for that,
but there's not.
This track is taking these riders down!
Gibble's in the lead by default
and Buttowski's hanging in there, not by default.
Unbelievable!
It looks like Buttowski is actually taming the Menace!
Hush, what's your take on this madness?
That's why you're the man, man.
Ooh, Buttowski's closing in on Gibble.
You're not going to win, Buttowski!
I'm unbeatable, and fearless, and funny!
(GORDON BABBLING)
RAZZ: Wow! Look at Gibble go!
It's almost like he's being remote-controlled.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
(CONTROL BEEPING)
(GRUNTING)
Let's see who survives the Horse's Eye.
I think my eye is stuck like this.
You'll never beat me, Buttowski.
(LAUGHING)
RAZZ: Can you believe this?
Kick Buttowski takes the lead towards the final heat,
the Thorn Horseshoe!
It is the rider. Plan B.
(SCREAMS)
RAZZ: Oh, no. Buttowski's lost his bike.
No way he can finish the race now.
-Kick! -(CACKLING) Later, loser.
RAZZ: Buttowski's falling to a certain death.
He's finished. He's done for. He's...
Wait. What's this?
Bonesaw's returned.
Buttowski's bike has caught him in midair!
Bonesaw! But how?
RAZZ: Can you believe this?
Buttowski is back in the race on Bonesaw,
and riding one-handed, no less!
This is BMX racing at its finest!
Buttowski wins with a Hail Mary assist by Bonesaw
and his good friend Gunther,
who apparently is an expert welder.
Yeah!
(BOTH SOBBING)
No!
Dude, you did it! You got the Golden Lasso trophy back!
Thanks, guys. But we did it.
And it's not about the trophy.
It's all about the rider and his bike.
(SQUEAKING)
HUSH: I've said it before and I'll say it again,
a solid ride is your truest friend.
(SNIFFS) That's beautiful, Hush.
I thought I was your truest friend.
Awkward.
(SCREAMING)
Hooray!
Well, back to the old sanctuary that is our garage.
Yeah, and it seems like we could be in there all night
working on Bonesaw, by the looks of it.
Yeah well, that "looks of it"
like your speed crate.
And those look like your snowboards!
And your old helmets!
And my scab collection!
Finally, my collection is complete!
Hey. Beat it!
Go on, get out of here!
Huh?
Hey, shut the door, dillweed!
Why are you dressed like a waiter in my garage?
Your garage?
This is the new rehearsal room
for the up-and-coming band the Yeah Brads.
And this hot ensemble
will have the babes crying at their own feet.
You look like a windsurfing lawyer! Now get out!
We'll see who looks like stuff
when the Yeah Brads win the Battle of the Bands!
And after we win,
we'll be using the garage to hang out with the babes,
or shoot all our online music videos. Whichever comes first.
And your junk is in the way.
Wait for me, Kick.
(PUNCHING SOUNDS)
Gunther, time for Plan B.
What's Plan B?
We're gonna sign up for the Battle of the Bands.
But, Kick, we don't have a band!
Then, Gunther, we'll scour the land,
we'll search all of Mellowbrook,
we'll recruit people for the most awesome band
the Food 'N' Fix has ever seen
to beat Brad and win back our garage.
Okay.
Kick, great news.
I finally found peeps to be in the band.
-You did? -Yeah, come on.
Well?
So this is...
You're not in the band!
Like I was saying.
Here we have Howie on cello.
(GROANING)
That's about all we get out of him vocally.
This is Emo Kid, master of the flute.
And here we have Mary on castanet.
And finally, the lovely Jackie on clarinet.
I play it because it sounds like your name. Clarence!
Uh, Gunther, can I have a word with you for a moment?
Gunther, these are the best peeps you could find?
Well, yeah.
They're the only peeps in Mellowbrook
you haven't driven from your life with your antics.
WACKY JACKIE: You'll never drive me away, Kick!
I don't know, Gunther. Are you sure?
(GRUNTS) A band's a band's a band's-a! (GROWLS)
Gunther, why are you getting so upset?
'Cause that garage is our place!
Our place!
And Brad's always ruining our fun.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
And if we don't find a way to beat him...
Gunther, calm down!
No, no, it just makes me...
That little girl's mad!
(SCREAMS) Oh, no, he didn't!
(GRUNTING)
(RAPPING) ♪ Yeah, come on. What?
♪ Now I wasn't raised in a violent way
♪ But this vagabond's going down
♪ Callin' me a woman every day
♪ Results in you screamin' out Ow!
♪ Always puttin' on a smile, when all Kick does is sit around and frown
♪ You think that I'm the clown or just the comic relief
♪ When all I want to do is bite you with my teeth
♪ Ch-chic-a, ch-chic-ch-Chicarelli Chicarelli!
Whoa, Gunther!
♪ Oh, and another thing! Raisins in my brownies?
♪ Mom, what you thinking?
♪ Can I have a word with you in the foyer?
♪ On second thought I'd rather speak to my lawyer
♪ And see the look on her face
♪ As he presents my case and destroys her
♪ That'll teach her not to mess with me
♪ And a 1,000-year-old Viking brownie recipe
♪ Don't bake it like that Don't bake it like that
♪ Why? Huh? Don't bake it like that,
♪ Fool, please
♪ And why does Miss Fitzpatrick always say
♪ "Gunther you're slackin' in every way"?
♪ Why do you say that I'm slackin'
♪ 'Cause I choose the back of your class to do my nappin'?
♪ Then off to the C-to- the-A-F-to-the-teria
♪ Where all the flavors be lackin',
♪ My lips still smacking Friends crack-a-lacking
♪ And all you haters will find me packin'...
♪ My lunch ♪
(VOCALIZING)
Gunther! Where did you learn how to rap?
Say what? Rap!
Oh, that? That's just how I complain when I get really upset.
Complaining is what rap is all about.
Gunther, you just helped us find our band.
BAND: Hooray!
And that band will be known as the Chimi-Changas.
And now let's get my garage back.
One, two, three...
(LAUGHS) What have we here?
Starting your own little band?
You're darn right!
And tonight, after we beat you at the Food 'N' Fix,
I'm gonna take my garage back!
You call that a rock band?
More like a group of people that...
Don't look like a rock band.
(ALL LAUGH)
We'd love to stay, but we gotta go back to our garage and practice.
(GRUMBLES) I can't let Brad win.
Must rock.
Everyone, let's show Brad how much we rock.
Those aren't the instruments anyone plays.
Yeah, yeah, but a band's a band's a band's-a, right, Gunther?
Now, Mary, if you could play the castanets,
then I'm sure you can keep the beat on the drums.
-But... -Howie,
playing the cello is the same as playing the bass.
(GROANING)
-Jackie, you stand here with your guitar. -But, Kick, I...
And you here, Emo Kid.
Kick, everyone's trying to tell you that...
Grab the mic, Gunther. Okay, let's rock.
-It doesn't sound like Clarence. -I can't play drums.
You can't just leave!
Now we'll never get the garage back.
Never! (YELLS)
-What? -(CRIES)
Fine!
Why am I even worried about the stupid Yeah Brads?
He's never good at anything anyway.
BRAD: Okay, guys, just like we practiced.
-(MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ Look into my eyes... ♪
No way. Even though Brad looks lame,
his band is really good!
HORACE: Well, Brad, thanks for letting us use our natural talents
and not forcing us to perform elsewise.
I gotta fix this.
Whoa, slow down, Kick. What's the hurry?
I gotta get the band back together.
The band back together...
Gunther! I've been looking for the band everywhere.
-(SIGHS) Hey, Kick. -What are you doing?
I was just logging into my new account
on how-to-go-on- with-your-life-after- your-band-breaks-up-
and-you'll-never-get- to-use-your-friend's- garage-again.com.
Gunther, you were right.
I should have let the band do what they do best.
Not what looks coolest.
It's just too bad you realized all this now.
You know, after you drove them all nuts
and they waded into the sewage water and all.
Don't remind me. I looked everywhere for them. They could be anywhere.
Or they could be right under your nose.
-What nose? -Just think, Kick.
Of all the places to go tonight,
where would the biggest lovers of music find themselves?
WADE: Welcome to the Battle of the Bands.
Up next, Rowdy Remington.
Thank you, bro. This song is called My Friend.
♪ A-la-la-la-la, my friend A-la-la-la-la, my friend... ♪
-Boo! -ALL: Boo!
Sorry, dude! The crowd has spoken!
No, my friend. No. (SCREAMS)
Kick, look! They're over there, by that lonely punch bowl.
Hey, guys, room for one more?
Did yous hear something?
Go on.
I'm sorry, guys.
I tried to force you to be something you're not.
But now I know it's about being who you are
and doing what you do best.
And that's what a band is all about.
WADE: Up next, the Chimi-Changas.
How about it, guys?
But we don't have our instruments.
Gunther?
So, what do you say?
Ladies and gentlemen, the Chimi-Changas.
Hey, one of the members isn't doing things.
Disqualification!
He's right, Kick. Everyone needs to perform.
Me, performing? I hadn't even thought of that.
I don't know instruments...
But I do know garages.
What?
(CLATTERING RHYTHMICALLY)
-Gunther! -Yeah, Kick?
-We need you to start rapping. -About what?
Don't you have anything to be upset about?
Nope! The band's back together,
we're about to play, life is great.
Gunther, come on. What about Miss Fitzpatrick? Or the cafeteria food?
(GROWLS)
Yeah! Or your mom putting raisins in your brownies?
(GROWLS) You know she does that for fiber though.
-Dude, come on! -Hey, that little girl can't sing.
(SCREAMS)
♪ Can't stand it, when I get a back zit
♪ My mom says, "Stop it" every time I try to pop it
♪ Knocked down with you trying to attack me
♪ You'll find me in the corner but you better warn a brother when you're gonna hate
♪ Chic-chica, chic-chic-ch-Chicarelli Ch-Chicarelli!
Horace, Pantsy, stop them.
You didn't finish the song!
Ha! Looks like you're disqualified.
Sorry, Danger Dude. That's the rules.
-Doesn't change our friendship though. -(CAT YELPS)
Up next... The Yeah Brads!
Better luck next time, losers.
Hey, ladies.
We're the Yeah Brads,
and this song goes out to you, woman 52.
(VOCALIZING)
Almost had him.
We were so close to getting the garage back. So close! (SCREAMS)
Don't worry, Gunther.
It's not about the garage anymore.
We did what we could. And we made a great band, so...
I just... I just...
♪ I just can't take another Brad sabotage
♪ Dressed like a waiter actually a hater in girly camouflage ♪
♪ The only girl who can rock my world
♪ Take my hand,
let's go and play
-♪ Take my hand, - (RECORD SKIPPING)
♪ Take my hand,
-Huh? -♪ Take my hand,
♪ Take my hand,
♪ Take my hand...
Look! The Yeah-Brads aren't really singing!
They're lip-synching!
Ow! Ripe tomatoes! (SCREAMS)
(IN AUTOTUNED VOICE) ♪ Hey! Kick has a friend He's an angry little girl
♪ He's the angriest little girl in the whole wide world
♪ Little girl! ♪
(BOTTLE WHISTLING)
I finished. So I win, okay?
(GROWLS) You know what? I'm over it.
Too bad we didn't win, huh, Kick?
Oh, that doesn't matter, Mary.
I don't think the Yeah-Brads are going to be practicing in the garage anytime soon.
Which means it's ours again!
(FAINT ROCK MUSIC)
Hey, Kick! This garage is the perfect spot
for us to get the old band back together!
Harold, can you keep it down?
Oh, she never lets me have anything.
Hey, Kick, how many Brads does it take to screw in a light bulb?
I don't know, Gunther.
How many Brads does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Seven.