[ Beatboxing ]
* Classic grilled cheese, add bacon if you please *
* If you want it, come and get it *
* 'Cause we'll eat it in a breeze! *
* Got bread * Times two
* Got cheese * Por vous
Both: * Got that bacon in the grease that'll make you go *
All: * Oooooh!
Both: * Bacon! Ba-ba-ba-bacon! *
* Ba-ba-ba-bacon! Ba-ba-ba-bacon! *
-Are you all done, sir? -Yeah we're done.
[ Sighs ] I guess we should head back.
Not to be rude, but, uh -- hmm, how do I say this...
Your hands are really gross, bro.
What?
Well, if you're gonna shove it down my throat, Fives...
Sorry. I'd want someone to tell me.
I'll just use one of these moist towelettes,
and everything will be fine.
Aaah! Huh?
I'm sorry, but these are for V.I.P. members only.
V.I.P. member?
'Scuse me. V.I.P. coming through.
Thanks, Rick.
Here's your complimentary V.I.P. merchandise.
Later, normies.
All: Whoa.
And that sweet merch and moist towelettes
aren't the only thing you get from being a V.I.P.
You get table reservations in the V.I.P. room...
[ Classical music playing ]
Ooh!
...Complimentary tater tots...
Ahhh!
...50% off anything in the Cheezers gift shop...
[ Elevator music playing ]
-Cool! Look at that stuff! -Is that a Cheezers umbrella?
But the best perk is,
if you present your V.I.P. card,
you get access to our exclusive new sandwich,
the "Pork Picnic"! [ Pig oinks ]
Cowboy: Slow-cooked baked beans, hearty coleslaw,
and 3 different types of barbecued pulled pork...
[ Squelches ]
Mmm-mmm!
Now, that's lip-lickin' good.
It's available for only one week, for V.I.P.s only,
and will never be released to the public!
Bros! Huddle.
I don't want to assume anything,
but we're totally gonna become V.I.P.s
and eat that sandwich, right?
-Definitely. -No question.
So, how do we become V.I.P.s?
There are two ways you can become a V.I.P.
Be an astronaut, or you've got to prove you're worthy.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but are y'all astronauts?
Well, no.
That's what I thought. Normie scum.
Hey! Listen lady, we can be V.I.P.s
just like a lousy astronaut, okay?
Man, I'm sick of these astronauts
coasting through life, getting free handouts all the time!
So, I guess you'll just need to just get to a computer,
go online, and fill out the form
to begin the grueling application process, scum!
Dude, what the heck? Maybe it isn't worth it.
[ Chomps ]
Mmm!
Aw, man, it sure tastes good to be a V.I.P.
[ All moaning ]
We got to get to a computer!
[ All panting ]
Pops: Hmm...Hmm, hmm.
"H," "U," "M,"
"M" again, "I," "N"...
Look, Pops! We need the computer to fill out a form!
Oh! I won't be long.
Lets see... Lost my train of thought.
"H"...
[ All groan ]
U-M-M-I-N-G B-I-R-D! Done!
Thank you, Mitch.
[ Clicking ]
All done. The computer is yours.
Thanks, Pops.
Okay.
It took six hours, but we finally finished the form.
Okay.
So, we've got applications for
Mordecai, Rigby, Muscle Man, and Hi Five Ghost.
All right.
You boys are officially V.I.P.s...
-All right! -Yeah, we are!
-Whoo-hoo! -Pork picnic, here we come!
...as soon as you put all these fliers on the cars outside
-under the hot, blisterin' sun. -What?!
But I thought the application was the last thing we had to do!
Oh, honey, I would never say something like that.
I'm not sure if this is a good return on our investment, guys.
Well, that's fine,
if you really don't want the Pork Picnic sandwich,
available to V.I.P.s only,
with our patented three types of dipping sauce.
The real chance of a lifetime.
-Okay, okay, we'll do it! -We'll do whatever it takes!
I can practically taste that hearty coleslaw right now.
* And I've been takin' care of business *
* Every day
* Takin' care of business
* Every way
* I been takin' care of business *
* It's all mine
* Takin' care of business
* And workin' overtime
* Work it out
**
Oh, my stars!
You boys have done so much work around here!
It looks like a whole new Cheezers!
Together: [ Tiredly ] Thanks.
So, how much more stuff do we have to do to be V.I.P.s?
Oh, just 65 little ol' things!
-Ugh! Come on! -Are you serious?!
It kind of just feels like we're doing all your chores for you.
There's got to be a shortcut to being V.I.P.
Together: [ Chanting ] Shortcut! Shortcut! Shortcut!
Boys, I know this is hard,
but you got to keep your eyes on the prize.
Now do you or do you not
want that succulent Pork Pic-nic sandwich?
[ Sadly ] Yes.
Where are your manners?
Yes, ma'am.
There they are!
Now, there's an overflowing grease trap that's lardin' up.
Y'all better get on that.
And don't forget to lock up!
Good luck!
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Tires screech ] Whoo-hoo!
I really don't like her.
This sandwich better be worth it.
[ Russian accent ] Oh, but it's totally worth it.
-[ Gasps ] -I heard you.
You are all on verge of giving up.
And why not?
These chores will go forever.
What?
The hostess is playing you for fools.
Giving you run around.
You're normies.
No reserved table for you.
No tater tots.
No limited-edition sandwiches.
Not astronaut.
Human garbage.
That's a little hurtful.
She is your enemy.
If you want to be a V.I.P.,
there is another way that will challenge you to your core.
Or you could just give up.
We've come this far.
We're not giving up.
What do we have to do?
I cannot say. I can only show you.
Will you meet me here at 2:00 a.m.?
Good. Heh, heh, heh...
[ Chuckling evilly ]
Hi Five: Are we sure about this?
Yeah, this seems like
some sort of shady astronaut underbelly of some sort.
You guys want to become V.I.P.s
and eat that sandwich, don't you?
Ah, good. You came.
This way.
**
-So, what is it? -Munster.
[ Chanting ] Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
So, do we have to eat that, or...?
Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Fine, we'll eat it. [ Chomps ]
Wait, this isn't even Muenster! It's cheddar.
That is munster's food.
-What's that?! -Uhh...
[ Grunts ]
[ All yell ]
[ Thuds ]
[ All groaning ]
Together: Huh?
What the heck, man?!
I thought you were gonna show us how to be V.I.P.?!
If you want to be V.I.P.s, you have to defeat the munster!
What are you talking about?
[ Growling, snarling ]
-[ Snarls ] -Aah!
Ohhh!
"Monster," not Muenster! I get it now.
-Aaaah! -[ Roars ]
[ All breathing heavily ]
Aah!
Yeaaagh!
[ Monster roars ]
[ Gurgling, snarling ]
[ Chain rattling ]
He's at the end of his line!
[ Snarling continues ]
Over there!
All: Ohhhh!
Huh? Whoa!
Eat this! Hwah!
[ "Yankee Doodle" plays ]
-Yeah! -Whoo! America!
Mordecai: Rigby!
What's that?
We found a jetpack in the pile!
We're gonna use it to fly out of here!
You really think that thing's gonna carry us all?
I mean, we've got to try something.
Everyone get on!
[ Grunting ]
[ Whooshes ]
Whoa! [ Jetpack sputters ]
[ Whooshing ]
[ Growling ]
[ Thuds ]
[ Creaks ]
[ Chain clinking ]
All: Aaaah!
[ Monster snarling ]
What're we gonna do?!
[ Snarling ]
We've got to get it under there.
Grab that American flag gun.
[ Monster roars ]
You guys, lure it over there!
On it!
-Yoo-hoo! -Over here!
-You want some of this? -Come on!
Hwah!
Glk! [ Coughs ]
Bleh!
[ Roars ]
Aaah!
Okay, aim at the grate!
Bros! Mission accomplished!
[ Roaring ]
[ Grate creaking ]
Rigby! Shoot now!
Choke on democracy!
[ Thuds ]
[ Clangs ]
[ Screeches ]
[ Thuds ]
[ "Yankee Doodle" plays ]
[ Chanting ] V.I.P.! V.I.P.! V.I.P.!
-Huh? -What the...?
[ All cheering ]
You did it, buddy!
You did it.
You are now...
V.I.P.s!
What?! Becca?! Oh, my gosh.
You completed the final task.
Congratulations!
You were the astronaut?
Not just that.
[ Monster snarls ] Aaah!
[ Hisses ]
I was the monster, too!
Wha-- bu--
How did you...?
You see, that's what being V.I.P.s is all about.
It's not just about being an astronaut.
It's about workin' hard to earn your place
among the cream of the crop.
And you boys are definitely the cream of the crop.
-We did it! -We're V.I.P.!
All right!
Its over! It's finally over!
-Yeah! You did it, buddy! -Whoo!
[ All cheering ]
[ Triumphant music plays ]
Mmm-mmm.
And it was the best day of our lives.
That's a really roundabout way
to tell me you want to go to Cheezers.
[ Beatboxing ]
[ Rapping ] * Yo, my name is Rigby. I got pizza galore *
* You may have a lot of pizza, but I got much more *
* Had to borrow Benson's car 'cause it's a crisis *
* Downtown they're selling slices at half prices *
* I knew he'd say no, so I didn't say "please" *
* I snuck into his office and made off with deez keys *
* Deez keys, deez keys
* Made off with deez keys
Whoops!
Dude! What the -- Hey, it's Benson's fault!
He's got, like, a million keys on that ring!
Dude, we got to get those keys back.
But, how?
Let's go ask those scientists over there.
And that's why he only has one ear.
[ Laughter ]
Ahem.
Hey, there, guys
So, we accidentally threw our bosses car keys
through that window up there.
Could you just run in there and grab them for us?
Yeah, sorry, pal.
We're not allowed to interact with the "test subjects."
Anyway, looks like they landed in Langer's penthouse,
which is a top security area.
No one goes in there.
There's got to be something you can do?
Maybe, but, ya know...
No, thanks.
Aw, what?! Hey!
Now, if you'll excuse us,
we're on our lunch break.
[ Grunts ] [ Teeth grind ]
Mmm! [ Laughs ]
So good.
[ Grunts ]
[ Gulps ]
Hm-hm-hm! Hm-hm-hm!
Too bad Langer only lets you eat
those gross, compressed food bars.
Maybe if you help us out,
we could sneak you some real food?
Maybe something like thi-i-i-is?
[ All gasp ]
No! It doesn't matter!
You could never get past
Langer's security systems anyways.
Uh, well, they might be able to if we helped them?
Shut up, Tobias! They don't need to know that!
Well, I'm not gonna risk losing my job over some food!
[ Chomp! ]
Blaaaah.
Yeah, we should do it.
Fine. We'll vote on it. Huddle up.
Dude, pizza fixes everything.
Yeah, it does!
Okay, we'll help you get the keys.
We're gonna need four extra-large pepperoni pizzas?
Get the pizzas, and we'll meet you at your room in an hour.
-Okay! -Okay!
This never happened.
Ugh!
Why is the pizza place have to be so far away?
Yeah, but it'll be worth it when we get those keys.
You got the stuff? Yeah, dude.
Trent.
Trent: Pepperoni.
It checks out. All right.
What the?! What did you do to our room?!
Just give us the keys. Where are they?
In Langer's penthouse.
-What?! -What?!
Oh, come on!
Do you really think we'd really risk our jobs
and break into Langer's room?
[ Chuckles ] You're gonna do that.
But you said you'd help us!
And, we are.
We've rigged up your room as a command station.
Langer's gotten crazy about security.
Infrared lasers, booby traps, cameras all over the place.
[ Chuckles ] But lucky for you,
our top minds will guide you through it.
[ Chuckles moronically ]
Pizza.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
So you've got about an hour
to get in and out and grab the keys
while Langer is busy at his afternoon workout.
[ Grunting ]
Ugh! Fine, we'll do it.
All right, let's suit these two up!
We're in position.
Trent: Okay, stay put.
Rachel's gonna use a dome-drone to distract the guards.
Oh, hey there H-2953, what's going --
Oh! Easy now!
Let's all just...
[ Screaming ]
Why?!
Yeesh!
The guards are distracted -- begin phase 1.
We're at the security panel. How do we get in?
Rigby, look in the backpack we gave you
for a re-sealable plastic bag.
Aw, sick!
[ Grunts ] What is -- ugh!
[ Panting ]
They're not real teeth!
They're just molds of Steffen's teeth for the dental lock.
Not it! Not -- aw, dude!
That's -- ugh! [ Chuckles ]
Fine!
[ Snickering ]
Stop talking!
I wonder how many people have had that thing in their mouths?
[ Grumbles ]
[ Ding ]
Okay, we're in. Now what?
Okay, now take the elevator at the end of the hall
up to the second floor.
Hm-hm-hm. Hm-hm.
[ Elevator dings ]
Aah! Dude, gross!
Why do you still have those teeth in your mouth?
Uh... [ Slurps ]
They're kind of growing on me.
Ugh! They're freaking me out.
Well, get used to it, pal.
This is how I look now.
[ Slurps ] I look cool.
[ Teeth clicking ] [ Scoffs ] Nuh-uh.
[ Elevator dings ]
Now keep walking down this hallway
and take your first right to hallway "L."
Okay, now take the black box
out of the backpack and turn it on.
A fog machine?
Whoa!
Hey, guys, Steffen here to guide you through the laser hallway.
Don't worry, you won't trigger the alarm
as long as you do exactly as I say.
We got to get those keys, dude.
Ptwah!
Ready?
Ready. Ready.
Okay...run!
Duck!
Jump!
Roll like a log!
Limbo, mon!
Crab walk!
Now dive!
[ Groaning ]
Trent: Langer's room is just across this corridor.
Sweet! Sweet!
Stop! That room is filled with motion detectors.
The only way to stop them from triggering
is to move through very slowly.
Go!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Slow down!
No, no -- much slower.
There's also facial-recognition scanners,
but if you constantly change your facial expression,
it shouldn't be able to see you, okay?
Change!
Take a screen-shot! [ Shutters clicking ]
[ Laughter ] Wait, wait, wait
Dude, they're just messing with us.
That is a classic!
Aw, man! Aw, man!
Rachel: Hey, guys.
This is a conundrum keypad --
the hardest keypad known to man.
We're not gonna be able to crack it,
we need to go in another way.
Reach into your backpack.
There should be a suction-cup shaped tool.
Do you have it? Yeah.
Stick it to the door.
It fell off. Okay.
You're going to have to lick the suction cup to get it to stick.
Okay. Dude, lick it.
I'm not gonna lick it -- you lick it!
Dude, just lick it.
I put the teeth in my mouth.
You lick it! Ugh -- fine!
Ow! [ Whimpers ]
Hm-hm!
Sick. Tastes like a CPR practice dummy.
Whoa! Whoa!
Fancy. There they are!
Trent: Okay, this is Langer's penthouse.
Home stretch.
[ Both panting ]
Finally!
Now, I know we're excited,
but this is very important.
Do not -- repeat -- do not pick up the keys
from the pedestal without further --
Yeah, boyee! Yeah, boyee!
Well, now you guys have gone and done it.
[ Screaming ]
[ Alarm blares ]
[ Alarms continue ]
Guys, a little help!
Don't worry. Now, just keep running straight ahead.
All right, now close the blast door.
Nothing's getting through that.
I thought you said nothing could get through!
Whoops.
[ Screaming ]
Get to the other side of the room.
There's a doorway that'll take you to the main entrance.
What even is this room?
Oh, a giant marble maze room.
Oof! The keys!
Come on!
Now...jump for it!
Aagh!
[ Grunting ]
Rigby, watch out!
Whoa!
Aw, yea-uh!
[ Buzzer blaring ]
The emergency lockdown sequence has been activated!
Get out of there!
We're not gonna make it!
Yes, we are!
Ready? Yeah.
Now it's just a straight shot to the door.
Go!
[ Screaming ]
Hey, Mordecai, what's that?
Robotic guard dogs?! Rigby, go left!
Dude, they can fly!
There's the exit!
[ Screaming ]
[ Groaning ]
We got the keys.
All: Whoo!
U.S.A.!
Do you think Langer knows we helped?
[ Scoffs ] No way!
He's still on biceps.
U.S.A.!
[ Chuckles ]
[ Laughs maniacally ] [ Grunts ]
-Benson! Benson! -Benson! Benson!
[ Panting ]
We're really sorry, but we...
borrowed your car without asking.
But here's your keys back.
What?! You borrowed my car?!
But don't worry, it's fine.
Oh, it...looks fine.
Yeah, we just needed to go for a lunch run.
Well, why don't you just hold onto the keys
till the end of the day,
in case you need to run any other errands.
[ Whistling ]
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Pizza run! Whoops!
Ugh! Really, dude?
**
[ Chuckling ]