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♪ Kick Buttowski, Buttowski
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This should do it, Gunther.
Mom said I get 10 cents for every trash bag I take out.
Ten bags, ten dimes.
(GASPS) Do you have any idea what we could do with 10 dimes?
We could buy, like, a whole dollar!
Do you have any idea how many dimes we could buy
with a whole dollar?
Okay. Ready, Gunther?
Ready, Kick!
Uh-oh. On second thought,
I think I saw some dimes in the couch cushions.
I found a quarter! Cool.
Wait a minute, Gunther, that's just a chewed up piece of gum.
So it is.
Oh, well.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Oh, no, dirty cops!
I believe this trash belongs to you.
And how do you know this trash belongs to me?
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Who's got two thumbs and is making his first arrest today?
This guy.
Holster those thumbs, Irwin. Nobody's gettin' arrested.
Aw, man! I never get to arrest people or go undercover
or slide across the hood.
There, there. You will someday.
The punishment for littering is a hefty fine.
Where are your parents?
They can't afford a fine! Just look at their bills.
He's right, they're broke!
Hmm. Well, I'm sure we can find another way to settle this.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
You two are on highway cleanup duty.
The ugly side of "protect and serve."
Unlike arresting hooligans and sliding across hoods!
Ooh, I wanna arrest me some hooligans...
like you!
Irwin! Now, this mile is infamous for its litterbugs.
We've cleaned this highway top to bottom at least 16 times.
But it always gets trashed again right away.
By punks like you!
You need to make sure your side looks like that.
Yep. We call that "Chuck Glarman clean."
Chuck Glarman? Did somebody say Chuck Glarman?
'Cause if they didn't, Chuck Glarman's gonna need a doctor.
Luckily, I go to the best one in town. Dr. Chuck Glarman.
One patient.
Chuck Glarman.
Hey, Chuck Glarman, you mind keeping an eye on these boys?
Mind?
It would be my pleasure to help you fine public servants.
Chuck Glarman loves some extra responsibility.
Nothing says Chuck Glarman like extra responsibility.
And nothing says extra responsibility like Chuck Glarman.
Chuck Glarman cleans his road all the time.
Chuck Glarman thrives on challenge.
And how do you get her so clean, Chuck?
Yeah, what's your secret?
Secret? Ha! Chuck Glarman has no secrets.
He's just always on guard to keep his...
(SNIFFING)
A bird just soiled Chuck Glarman's divider line.
Nobody soils Chuck Glarman's divider line.
Nobody.
Psst, psst, psst!
Scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub...
Now if you boys get this highway "Chuck Glarman clean,"
we might reconsider that fine.
In the meantime, I'll think about
slappin' a cold set of handcuffs on your pretty little hands!
Why, thank you! I moisturize a lot.
And done.
Biscuits.
Great work, Gunther.
Margaret Dumont of the Mellowbrook Garden Society.
I just adore what you've done with your side of the highway.
Finally, someone's giving that Chuck Glarman a run
for this year's Earth Day Clean Highway Award.
See you at the judging.
Ooh! Getting arrested has its perks.
Let's go, Gunther. Time to show Officers Mack and Irwin our hard work.
No one gives Chuck Glarman a run for his money!
Chuck Glarman always wins the Earth Day Award.
Uh, Chuck Glarman.
Here we are. Presenting a super clean highway.
(GASPS)
Is this your idea of a joke?
No, this is my idea of a joke.
A Senator, a monkey, and a race-car driver
walk into the Natural History museum.
It was clean when we left yesterday!
We are hurtling toward a beat-down situation here.
Well, maybe not a beat-down situation.
Okay, maybe not. But I will arrest you.
So good.
And you'll be like, "Oh, please don't send me
"to the slammer, Mr. Big City Police Officer."
And I'll be like, "Don't you push my buttons, punk."
And you'll be like, "Waa! Mommy!"
And I'll be like, "You have the right to remain arrested."
Now, now, they have until Friday.
But if it's not clean by then,
we may have to do things Irwin's way.
Now get back to work!
There's no way this is just last night's litter.
Someone's gotta be trashing this highway.
Brad? Gordie? Miss Chicarelli?
Or a giant robot of all your enemies.
Awesome, but unlikely.
(GASPS) Pinata!
Shh, don't make any sudden moves.
We don't want to scare it off. (LAUGHS)
Gunther, wait! Don't you think it's a little suspicious?
Besides, remember what we learned in Spanish class?
(IN SPANISH)
No comprendo!
Gunther, that's garbage!
That's what parents say about anything that tastes good.
No, Gunther. I mean, you're eating garbage.
Part of me knew that, Kick.
This seems fishy.
Maybe that silhouetted man knows something.
Huh? (LAUGHING EVILLY)
What's going on?
GUNTHER: And why is our side so trashed when Chuck's side looks spotless?
I wouldn't be surprised if Chuck Glarman was the one
responsible for all this trash.
(LAUGHING) That's right. It was Chuck Glarman.
Little Chucky Glarman's mommy said
they'd take his room away if he didn't clean it,
but little Chucky Glarman didn't listen.
Little Chucky Glarman was a dirty little boy.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
And then Mellowbrook ran this highway
right over little Chucky Glarman's house!
Little Chucky Glarman never got to finish cleaning!
So that's why big Chuck Glarman makes sure
the highway stays clean forever and ever.
Isn't that right, my little Earth Day trophies?
(GROWLS) And no one's side is gonna stay cleaner than mine.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(LAUGHING)
Well, that's not so bad.
Pfft. We'll have this cleaned up in no time.
(LAUGHING EVILLY)
I'm gonna stop talking now.
What are we gonna do?
Officers Mack and Irwin are gonna check our work first thing tomorrow morning.
Why don't we just tell them that Chuck keeps trashing our highway?
Because they won't believe us.
We need to make a plan.
And we can't do that here. Let's go.
Okay, Gunther, here's the plan.
(LAUGHING) Chuck Glarman!
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
So, the plan is...
(LAUGHING) Chuck Glarman!
Finally! A place we can talk.
So when we get to the...
(LAUGHING) Chuck Glarman!
(LAUGHING)
Chuck Glarman!
Okay, Chuck, what do we have to do
so you'll stop trashing our highway?
What do you have to do? Oh, I know exactly what you have to do!
Grow up, become police officers, and arrest me!
(LAUGHING)
Chuck Glarman!
Gunther, I have an idea. But I'll need a white flag.
Here you go.
I surrender a lot to temptation.
Chuck, we give up. We'll never come near this highway again.
You don't look like the giving up type.
I'll prove it. Gunther?
Deal! But if you ever come back...
Then you can pelt us with everything you got.
Gather around, little trophies! Come on, gather close.
Let Papa Chuck tell you a story about clean gutters.
What's that, trophies?
You want a new trophy-friend?
Well, today's the day I...
Huh? Where?
What the Glarman!
I knew they wouldn't be able to stay away!
Time for a pelting!
(LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY)
I send the trash there, and the trophies go here!
Uh-oh!
Ha!
Mommy Glarman!
Irwin, after you.
My first arrest! And I got to go deep undercover!
And I slid on the hood of the squad car!
Today, I am a man.
But how did you know?
I guess you could say the shoe fit.
Thanks, boys.
Congratulations! Here's your prize.
Thanks, but this really belongs to Officers Mack and Irwin.
They cleaned the highway first. And they deserve it.
Wow, thank you, Kick!
That's really great of you!
Nah! Awards really aren't my thing.
And the $10,000 check that goes with it.
What!
Wow! Think of all the dimes we could have bought.
Chuck Glarman's still keeping his highway clean.
Huh? Chuck Glarman!
Buttowski!
Took care of the trash, Mom.
Okay, Gunther, time to live my lifelong dream
of para-boarding over the cul-de-sac!
Let's do this!
Whoa!
It's happening! I'm doing it.
(FABRIC TEARING)
Biscuits.
I got you, Kick.
Hey, a nickel!
(GROANING)
So you wanna go get ice-creams?
And give up my para-boarding dreams?
What I need is something stronger than Mom's bed sheet
that can handle the G-forces!
You mean like Mr. Vickle's hammock?
(SNORING)
(CREAKING)
Perfect.
Mud bath time already?
No, Mr. Vickle. It's me.
Oh, Kick!
I need a flexible material that is durable enough
to sustain significant acceleration
while minimizing wind resistance and maximizing aerial propulsion.
But everything I use rips,
and I noticed your hammock can bear some serious weight.
In English, kid!
Can I please borrow your hammock?
No! Go find something else large and supportive!
My car cover? I couldn't possibly lend my car cover for a stunt.
It took me years to crochet it.
You wanna borrow my report card quilt?
Is that what that thing is? Yes.
So can I borrow it?
No! Toodles!
My Tankini Lumberjack flag? Not on your life, dillweed.
Dillweed! I changed my mind.
You can have my flag.
Yeah! You can have it like this!
(GROANS)
Yeah, flag!
I will not rest until I find the proper material
to make my para-boarding dream a reality.
No! No!
MAN 1: No! MAN 2: No!
MAN 3: No! WOMAN: No!
I don't know, Kick. Maybe this epic stunt just wasn't meant to be.
I won't give up now, Gunther.
But you need some rest.
Why?
Because you haven't slept in three days.
Oh.
Good night, sweet angel.
(SNORING)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
MR. VICKLE: Citizen's arrest!
Help! Police!
Take it easy, Mr. V. What happened?
You stole my hammock!
What? No, I didn't!
Hammock stealer!
(ALL CLAMORING)
There is a thief in our cul-de-sac.
Give me a break! There's no thief!
If there was a thief,
the most important thing in the cul-de-sac would be missing.
My Tankini Lumberjack flag.
What Tankini Lumberjack flag?
Thief! Thief!
Well, Buttowski, it's a fact. You're the thief.
Come now, Mr. Vickle. What makes you think
he's the one who stole your hammock?
For the very same reason he wanted all your stuff.
For stunts.
(ALL CLAMORING) I'm telling you, I didn't steal anything.
I was asleep.
It's true! I know 'cause I tucked him in with my blankie-wankie.
I mean, my moose pelt. He-he!
Oh, come on. Listen.
Sure, I tear up your yards, track up your walls,
and even stand on your mailboxes.
But I do not steal.
Okay, Buttowski. Prove it.
Oh, I'll prove I'm not a thief
by starting a neighborhood watch.
Gunther! It's time to put the cul-de-sac
on lockdown!
Hold it, Gunther.
What do we have here?
(SIREN WAILING)
Well, well, well, Mr. Magnuson.
Mr. Vickle loses a hammock,
and now you're sleeping in one!
You stole this hammock!
Hammock is precious heirloom.
Has been in family tree for generations.
Hah! Likely story.
Um, actually, Kick, that is my dad's hammock.
Yeah? It still has the stain
from my unfortunate nap-cident. Tee-hee!
(BEEPING)
Don't judge me.
(SCREAMS)
So, Dad, if that's your real name.
Oh, hi, Kick.
Where you off to tonight?
Picking up a pizza at Don Zaza's.
Pepperoni and pineapple. Your favorite!
Okay, his story checks out.
Open the gate, Gunther.
Pizza, hmm?
I'll track him anyway using my G.P.S.
Gunther Positioning System!
Halt! You have to sign out if you want to leave the cul-de-sac.
I don't take orders from dillweeds.
We got us a resister. Taze him, Gunther!
(MAKES BUZZING SOUND)
Ooh, I'm so scared! Don't taze me, bro!
(LAUGHING) Oh, stop! That tickles!
No, stop!
Wait! No! Stop! Hurts!
(SOBBING)
Hold it right there, Buttowski!
We've had enough of your bullying!
(CROWD CLAMORING)
How is this proving you're not the thief?
I think you're just avoiding the obvious!
He's right! You're still the prime suspect!
We should start our own neighborhood watch.
Us watching you.
Let's taze him! (GUNTHER BUZZING)
(LAUGHING)
(SOBBING)
But I'm not the thief.
Please, I'm begging you.
Just one more night and I'll prove it to you.
Give him one more night. Please!
Okay. You get one more night.
But if you don't catch the thief, we're calling the police!
Yeah, dillweed. Taze.
This is serious, Gunther.
Everyone still thinks I'm the thief.
I've got to clear my name with the neighbors.
We've got to catch the thief in the act.
And the only way to do that is a stakeout.
Then I'm gonna need some steak sauce.
No way the thief will get past this.
But we'll have to take shifts on watch duty and stay up all night.
You take the first shift and I'll take the red eye.
(CRASHING)
(SINGSONG) Blankie-wankie. I mean, moose pelt.
Right. I'll watch first.
(SNORING)
(YAWNING)
(SCREAMING)
Somebody stole my report card quilt!
(MISS CHICARELLI SCREAMING)
Someone stole my car cover!
(SCREAMS) Someone stole my blankie-wankie! I mean, moose pelt.
(SOBBING)
ALL: (CHANTING) Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!
You gotta believe me! I'm not the thief!
And I can prove it!
I installed security cameras all over the cul-de-sac.
All I have to do is check the footage,
and we'll have our thief!
And when we find out who it is, we'll cover him with honey.
ALL: Yay!
Roll him in bees.
ALL: Yay!
And ride him out of town on a seat-less bike!
ALL: Ooh.
And now, I will review this video,
and we'll find out who the real thief is.
I'm the thief? Impossible!
But I'm asleep! I'm sleep-stealing? It can't be!
Or can it?
But why would I steal everybody's stuff?
(KICK ON TAPE) Chimichanga!
I'm para-boarding with Kendall's quilt,
Chicarelli's car cover.
(CRASHING) (CAT YELLS)
Who's the culprit, Buttowski?
Yeah, bring out the evidence.
They were right.
Not only am I a failed para-boarder, but also a thief.
I even took Gunther's blankie.
I mean, moose pelt.
His flexible pelt that's durable enough
to sustain significant acceleration while...
Huh! Time to clear my name.
And realize my dream while doing it.
Chimichanga!
Vickle's hammock.
Kendall's report card quilt.
Brad's flag.
And Chicarelli's car cover.
Mission accomplished.
And now to quietly get Gunther's pelt back.
GUNTHER: Blankie-wankie, is that you?
It is you!
Listen, Gunther. I'm the thief. I stole everything.
Even my blankie-wank... moose pelt?
Yes. But I was sleep-stealing.
I've returned everything I took.
I guess I was trying to para-board in my sleep.
And you did it with my blankie... My moose pelt?
Okay, fine! I'm tired of living a lie.
It is my blankie-wankie.
Do you hear me, world?
This is my blankie-wankie!
It was you, Miss Chicarelli! You stole my hammock!
Well, he stole my car cover!
Kendall stole my limited edition Tankini Lumberjack flag!
So? Mr. Vickle stole my report card quilt!
Oh, no. I've gotta stop this. (NEIGHBORS BICKERING)
I have to tell them it was me.
But they'll rip you apart!
If you can be a man and admit your pelt is actually a blankie-wankie,
then I can face this blood-thirsty mob.
So you see, it was me.
You've all got your stuff back,
and now we can forget all about the trouble I put you through
and go back to our boring, normal lives.
Okay?
Okay.
(BEES BUZZING)
Biscuits.
(TV PLAYING)
Taze. (SCREAMING)