[doorbell rings]
- Our pool! It's here!
- Our shelf! It's here!
- Whoa, that's a lot of face.
- Hey, Karyn,
do you have our shelf?
all: And our pool?
- You guys got a pool?
- Uh, no shelf or pool.
all: Aww...
Just a box of cotton balls
and orthopedic shoes.
all: Aww...
- JK.
That's a little delivery
humor.
[chuckling]
- And we'd be laughing
if we weren't so anxious
to swim in our pool--
I mean, you know,
build our shelf.
- Thanks, Karyn.
- I'll just see myself out.
- Hey, kids,
I know you're dying for a pool,
but isn't it a little early?
I mean, it's only spring.
- Nope.
This baby's our ticket
to our house being
this year's summer hangout.
- Yeah, last year, Dooley had
a mini zip line at his house,
and everyone hung out there
for the summer.
- Literally.
- [chuckles]
- So that's why we're gonna
get our hook in
before anyone else
gets their hook in.
- Speaking of, can we have
a pool party here this Saturday?
- Please say yes, because we've
already invited everybody.
- Sure.
all: Yes!
- Our pool party
is gonna be huge.
Okay, this is so not huge.
[upbeat music]
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[cheerful music]
- This is the pool
you bragged about
getting such a great
deal on?
- Didn't you read
the dimensions?
- Of course!
It says it's a 12-foot pool.
- Actually, it says
it's a 12-feet pool.
Apparently, you can
only fit 12 feet in it.
- Or like eight of Mom's feet,
am I right?
[all chuckle]
- But you used to be
such a great online shopper.
What happened?
- Sorry.
There was a flash sale,
and while I was reading
the details of
the return policy,
that little clock in the corner
was running out,
and it kept saying,
"Act now, act now,"
so I acted now.
- All right, fine.
At least you read
the return policy.
How is it?
- Not good.
- Okay, well, this tiny pool
is a huge problem.
Our party's this weekend.
- And no pool, no party!
- No party, no people.
- No people,
and we're partying at
other people's places!
all:
What are we gonna do?
- Relax. All we have to do
is find a way
to make some fast money
so we can get
that bigger pool.
- Maybe we can do odd jobs
around the neighborhood.
- Hey, we could call ourselves
the Harper Quad-Jobbers.
- Good one.
And we could put up flyers.
And our slogan could be,
"Eight hands
are better than two."
- Not bad.
- I like it.
- Eight hands
are better than two?
Nice try, Dawn,
but none of us have eight hands.
[upbeat music]
- Doh!
Mama jorker!
- Tom, watch your language!
- Oh, it's the name
of the part, Anne.
I can't get the mama jorker
into the...
"lieblein slot."
- Oh--[scoffs]
That's because you have
the directions upside down.
Why can't you just admit that
I am better at this than you?
Here, let me take a stab at it.
- Hm.
- [groans]
It's stabbing me, Tom.
- I'm sorry, Anne, what was it
you wanted me to admit?
- [groans] Spleen! Spleen!
- Oh, oh, sorry.
Right here--
- [gasping]
- One spleen.
- No, it's pressing
on my spleen!
- Oh, oh, oh.
- [gasps] Oh, thank you.
Okay.
- Yeah, come on.
- Okay. Maybe it's better
if we just do it together.
- I hate you.
- I hate you too.
- [groans] It's just
so complicated, Anne!
- Oh, we're gonna have to
rebuild it, aren't we?
- Wait a minute...
[mumbles]
Maybe...it isn't so crooked.
- Oh, yeah,
it looks pretty good.
both: Mama jorker!
♪ ♪
- All right, the flyers
are up around the neighborhood.
- And the FaceShack ad is live.
- So those calls should come
rolling in any second now.
- Any second now.
- And... ring.
- Hold on,
you're forgetting something.
Ah-booga, booga, booga,
booga, booga, booga, booga.
- Dicky, you've been doing that
since we were three,
and it doesn't work.
[phone rings]
- Don't doubt the booga.
- Uh, Harper Quad-Jobbers.
Eight hands are better than two.
Are we licensed contractors?
No.
Do we have insurance?
No.
Are we familiar with
Italian tiling?
- Does it have to be Italian?
No.
- Then no.
- Yeah, that's a no
on the tiling.
Oh, yes, that we can do.
- What did he want us to do?
- Hang up the phone
and never speak to him again.
- Maybe we need to
fine-tune our ad
and list what skills
we do have.
So, what skills do we have?
Okay, so we've got
eating pizza and making lists.
Any other skills?
[sighs]
Okay,
so we've got eating pizza.
- Ow, hot. [groans]
- [sighs]
[phone rings]
- Oh--
Harper Quad-Jobbers.
Eight hands are better than two.
Can we clean rooms?
- Yeah.
- Yes.
And bring in the groceries?
- Yes!
- Yes.
[chuckles]
And do the dishes?
- Yes!
- Yes, that too.
- Then do the dishes
and all the rest of
your chores.
♪ ♪
- [groans] I can't believe
it's been a whole day
and we still haven't
gotten one job call.
[phone rings]
- Ooh, a call.
- Nope, just a timer I set.
My turkey melt is ready.
- You do understand
we're in a café...
with food...
that you can order?
- Duh.
I ordered this yesterday.
I always like to stay
a sandwich ahead.
And here's
tomorrow's French dip.
- There they are,
our one-way ticket to Poolville,
population, us.
- We just did a little shopping.
- A little?
I mean, it looks like you bought
the entire pool section.
- I gotta hand it
to you, Harpers.
Pool party, early invites,
unseasonably warm temps.
You guys are really
on top of your game.
- Always stay a sandwich ahead.
- That's a great metaphor.
- Sadly, not a metaphor.
- We're so excited
for your pool party.
- Yeah...
[chuckles] Us too.
I mean, I'm so excited.
Even if there wasn't a pool,
it'd still be
the best pool party ever.
Right, guys?
[chuckling]
- No.
- Definitely not.
- Ew.
- She's totally kidding.
There will definitely
be a pool at the pool party.
- Good, 'cause I already
inflated this "floatay"
and cute, tiny water "wangs."
- Come on, guys, I wanna get
some tiny, water "wangs" too.
- Yeah, let's go.
- See ya soon.
- See ya.
- Wow. To be honest,
I was feeling a little lukewarm
about the whole party thing,
but after hearing them,
I'm hyped.
This is gonna be awesome.
- Not if we don't have
a pool.
- Oh, man...
I knew I was lukewarm
for a reason.
- ♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
- ♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
- One, two...
- I can't believe
I'm doing this.
- Just do it.
- Three...
all: Ah-booga, booga, booga,
booga, booga, booga,
booga, booga!
- See, I told you
it wouldn't work.
- Are you the Harper
Quad-Jobbers?
'Cause I could
really use some help.
- We're the Harper Quad-Jobbers!
[chuckles]
- Never doubt the booga.
- What do you need us to do?
- Well, I'm gonna be out of town
for a couple of days.
- Well, we're gonna be in town
for a couple of days.
- Great.
I need you to water the plants,
bring in the mail,
take in the trashcans,
take care of my cat.
Oh, and let in and pay
the handyman that I hired.
Nothing too hard.
Could you start tomorrow?
- Absolutely. We'll be there.
- Here's my address.
[lowers voice] I'll put a key
under my mat.
I know your parents,
so I trust you kids.
- We're on the job.
- Cha-ching.
- [chuckles]
- Hold on, wait,
we didn't negotiate a price.
We don't know how much cha-ching
she's cha-chinging us.
- I'll handle this.
They don't call me
the Nick-gotiator for nothing.
- Nobody calls you that.
- They will after this.
- Mmm!
Ugh.
- Did you just lose a tooth?
- Nah, it must've been
in my pocket,
but, don't worry,
it's not mine.
- [chuckles]
- I am worried.
Whose is it?
- No idea.
I found it this morning.
It's good luck.
- No, a penny is good luck.
- Oh.
So what's a tooth?
- Disgusting!
- I handled it
like a boss.
Got us each $100.
- That's $400,
and enough to buy our pool.
- What can I say?
I'm the Nick-gotiator.
- Nice job, Nicky.
- Nice job who?
- Nick-gotiator.
- Ah, that feels right,
doesn't it?
Now everybody.
Come on. Let's hear it.
Is that a tooth?
- That's mine.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Aww,
Ms. Monet's kitty is so cute.
- I wonder what his name is.
- His name is Claws.
What a cute name.
You know, normally,
cats don't like me,
but I've got a good feeling
about this little fella.
- Oh, that must be
our payment.
[Claws yowls]
O-kay.
- [whispers] Maybe he doesn't
want us to take it
until we've done our work.
- He's a cat.
You don't need to whisper.
[Claws yowls]
- Maybe we do.
- All right,
let's just get to work.
Mail, trash, cat, plants.
All done.
All we have to do now
is let in the handyman.
Claws: Meow!
- And pick up the mail.
[Claws moans, yowls]
Again.
- I get the feeling
Claws doesn't like us.
- Cats don't pick and choose
who they like.
[Claws yowls]
[sweater rips]
Oops. I think Claws
may have caught a thread.
- No.
- I hardly notice.
- Well, looks like it's time
to count the cha-ching,
if that's okay with you, Claws.
[cat yowls]
- You don't need to ask
the cat's permission.
[Claws yowls]
[sweater rips]
Oh, dear...
I think Claws may have
nicked a button.
- No.
- All good.
- Button's fine.
Okay, let's open this thing.
Pool party, here we come.
$100? Where's the rest?
- There's supposed to be
$400 in there.
- Yeah, that's what
I negotiated, $400.
Ms. Monet said she'd give
all of us $100.
- All of us...
or each of us?
- What's the difference?
- $300!
All means all of us together.
Each meant we would
each get $100.
- Oh.
- Now we have to find out
a way to earn the extra $300
we need for our pool.
- So much for my lucky tooth.
[spits]
- You had that in your mouth?
- Yeah. Where else
would you keep a tooth?
- But it's not your tooth.
- That doesn't mean
it's not welcome.
- Okay, can we please
forget about the tooth?
We need to find a way
to make the extra money.
We need opportunity
to come knocking.
[knocking on door]
- Whoa, and we didn't
even have to booga.
- I did a silent booga.
- Hey, I'm Aaron.
Ms. Monet hired me
to build a shelf.
- Oh, yeah.
Box is right there,
and money is in the envelope.
[cat yowls]
- Oh--
- By the way, the cat won't pay
you until you finish your job.
- Cat?
I didn't know she had a cat.
[sneezes]
I am severely allergic
to cats.
[sneezes]
No amount of money is worth...
[sneezes]
That.
- Oh, that's a shame.
Just out of curiosity,
how much is Ms. Monet
paying you?
- $300.
[sneezes]
- Uh, well, I mean,
we could do you a solid
and build that shelf for you.
- [wheezing] Whatever.
[strained]
My throat's closing.
- [whispers] Yes!
- [sneezes]
- Whoa!
- Dawn, what did you do?
- I just got us 300 bucks.
- But we've never built
a shelf before.
- [scoffs]
Mom and Dad built one.
I mean, how hard could it be?
[Claws yowls]
Okay, but we gotta take care
of that cat first.
- Well,
I think it's pretty obvious
he likes me best, so...
[cat yowls]
Here, Clawsy, Clawsy, Clawsy!
- Harper Quad-Jobbers
got the job done.
- I am very proud of us.
- We're gonna have
the coolest pool party ever.
- Ricky, we're done!
What happened to you?
- That cat...
[panting]
is a monster.
- Why didn't you yell for help?
- 'Cause he shoved
a sock in my mouth.
- He did?
- You think that's bad?
Look what else he did.
- The cat can write?
- No...
[whispers]
he made me do it.
- How did you know
what to write?
- It was in his eyes.
Can we go now?
- [whistling]
- I am proud of us, Anne.
- Me too.
You know, I can't wait to put
our beautiful collectibles
out on display after 13 years.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- [exhales] Okay.
[object clatters]
Uh-oh. We forgot a part.
- Eh, it's just a
fling-flange.
- And now,
the ceremonial finger raise,
before I press "purchase"
on our appropriately sized pool.
[cash register dings]
- Yes!
- You know what,
I'm gonna have half of
tomorrow's tuna sandwich
to celebrate.
[object clinks]
- What's that?
- Uh-oh, we forgot a piece.
- Eh, it's just a fling-flange.
[creaking]
- What's that creaking noise?
[creaking continues]
- Wait, is that sound
coming from the shelf?
[items clatter]
Oh!
Ohh...
- Huh...
I guess we did need
this fling-flange.
- Ugh, Tom, help me.
- Oh!
- You don't think, because
we left out a fling-flange,
Ms. Monet's shelf
is gonna collapse too?
all: Nah.
all: Yeah!
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
- Uh, guys...
how'd all this stuff
get on these shelves?
- I put it there!
- [gasps] Mrs. Monet...
- What are you doing here?
- I came back early.
What are you kids
doing here?
Looks like you finished
all your work for the day.
- [chuckles]
- Oh... uh...
Ricky just really
wanted to see Claws.
- Ha, yeah, they really bonded.
Isn't that right, Ricky?
- Yep, he really
left his mark on me.
- Oh, well,
he obviously loves you.
Look at the way
he's staring at you.
- Yep.
His eyes say so much.
- Mm-hm.
- So, Ms. Monet...
what's with all the new stuff
on the shelf?
- I got it all on my trip.
I'm a big blown glass
collector.
It's so beautiful,
and yet so fragile.
- Awesome.
- Fancy!
- Expensive?
- Extremely.
- Well, don't you think
something so beautiful
and fragile should go somewhere,
oh, I don't know,
anywhere but the shelf?
- No, this is perfect
to display them.
That's why I had
this shelf built.
[wood creaks]
What's that noise?
- That's just my... stomach.
- Yeah! Some people's growl.
His...
does that.
- Oh, well, if you're hungry,
I've got a pot of soup.
Would you like some?
It's borscht.
- What's borscht?
- It is a broth made of beets,
and it's served cold.
- It's delicious!
- Yum. [chuckles]
Will you excuse us
for one second?
- [nervous chuckle]
- [whispers] Are you guys
thinking what I'm thinking?
- How Ricky looks terrified?
- No.
That when she gets the soup,
we can put the fling-flange
in the hole.
- I'll go help her
with the borscht,
and I'll give you guys
the signal
once she's headed back in.
- Okay, what's the signal?
- "Who's ready for borscht?"
- I am, but what's the signal?
- "Who's ready for borscht?"
- I told you. I am.
But what's the signal?
- "Who's ready for borscht?"
- You know what,
let's just make that the signal,
because I am really
ready for borscht.
- Good idea!
Mrs. Monet,
we would love to stay.
How about I give you
a hand in the kitchen?
- Oh, why, thank you,
young man.
- [whispers] Okay, Dicky,
give me the fling-flange.
- [grunts]
- [sniffing]
Ew, why does it smell like tuna?
- For the same reason
my sandwich
smells like fling-flange.
- It's getting worse.
- What, the creaking?
- No, the rage in his eyes.
[wood creaking]
- And the shelf.
Oh--I found the hole
for the fling-flange.
- Who's ready for borscht?
Who's ready for borscht?
- Who's ready for borscht?
- She knows the signal.
- I was only able to get
the fling-flange halfway in.
- I hope it works.
- Thank you, Mrs. Monet.
Looks delicious.
[chuckles]
- [sniffs]
Uh, it's not.
- Oh, you're right.
I forgot the sour cream!
- [groans]
- Ha. Look at Claws.
He's licking the fling-flange.
- Yeah, maybe because
it's covered in tuna juice.
- Oh. Right.
- He's gonna knock it out.
Shoo! Shoo, shoo, shoo!
[cat yowls]
[gasps] Oh, no,
he took the fling-flange.
[wood creaks]
- It's about to go.
- We gotta do something.
- Wait, don't worry.
That slot is the same size
as my lucky tooth.
[slow motion whoosh]
- Yeeeees!
all: No!
[creaking]
[glass shatters]
- My blown glass!
- This could not
have gone worse.
[Claws growls]
[slow motion]
Noooo!
♪ ♪
- So, we had to give all of
our bookshelf money back
and had to cancel the order
for our full-size pool.
all: Aww...
- But don't worry,
our parents hired
the Harper Quad-Jobbers
to build a shelving unit
for them.
- And this time,
we used all the pieces.
- And our parents paid us
by buying us
that full-size pool.
all: Yay!
- So everything worked out
perfectly for everyone.
- Did it?
Did it really?
- So, can we go swimming or not?
- Yeah!
- Sweet!
- Marco...
Marco...
- Yeah, I think
adult swim is over.
- Let's kick your dad
out of the pool.
- Yeah.
[laughter]
- Oh--whoa!
[snow whooshing]
- It's snowing?
- How did the weather
change so quickly?
- Mother nature!
- [shudders]
- Maybe it was a little early
to have a pool party.
- How is your dad
standing it out there?
- C-come on...in.
The...water's great!
- Pizza party?
- Yeah!
- ♪♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪