[upbeat music]
[knocking on door]
- Ooh, they're here.
- Who's ready for our
boys only sleepover?
all: Yeah!
[knocking on door]
- Who's ready for our
girls only sleepover?
all: Yeah!
- This sleepover's
gonna be awesome!
- Finally a night with just
us dudes, no girls.
all: No girls!
- This sleepover's gonna be
so much fun.
- Finally, a night with
just us ladies, no boys.
all: No...
boys?
all: Girls?
all: Mom!
- Tom!
- Anne.
all: Dad?
- Oh!
Oh, hey, hey. Hey, everybody.
What's going on?
- Uh, Tom, by any chance
did you tell the boys
that they could have
their sleepover
on the same night
as the girls?
- Anne, please.
I'm a grown man.
I think I know
how to schedule things.
Dawn, when did I say
you could have yours?
- Tonight.
- And boys?
all: Tonight.
- I see.
- Tom, when are you
going to admit
that your mental calendar
does not work,
and you're gonna have
to start writing things down?
- I mixed up one little thing.
Why are you so dolled up?
- Uh, you also scheduled
our date night for tonight.
- Oh, I'm just kidding.
Heh. I'm dressed.
I'm just...Boulder cas'.
- Yeah, those are
my sweatpants.
- I see.
- I wish we could unsee.
- Can we please get back
to the sleepover problem?
We can't all stay
in the same house.
- Ooh, I'd like to make
a case for the boys,
since we need all of this room
to play our virtual reality
wrestling game.
- Yeah, we put on goggles
and gloves,
and it's like we're actually
in the video game.
- It's pretty cool.
- Sounds like the cool
part's virtual too.
- It's cool, okay?
- Well, we have plans too.
So who gets to stay?
- There's a perfectly mature
way to settle this.
First one to say dibs!
boys: Dibs!
- Boom.
- Yes!
- Dibs? Seriously?
- Let's not waste any more time.
We can just go to my house.
- Perfect. There definitely
won't be any boys there.
Why are we still
seeing boys?
- Sorry, just let me say bye.
- Bye, Miles.
- Bye, Mae.
- You hang up first.
- No, you hang up.
- No, you.
both: No, me!
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[upbeat rock music]
- Whoa!
[both grunting]
- Got him!
The Dentist is down!
- Now it's time to put
Big Bad Baby Boy to bed.
It's nap time.
- [grunting]
Baby Boy needs a bottle!
- Yes! We are the
Three Mask-eteers,
the terrible teenagers
of wrestling.
- I'm Stop.
- I'm Drop.
- I'm Roll.
all: We're on fire!
- Yeah, I don't see it.
- But I do see a perfect
dude night ahead.
VR wrestling, and then we get
to go to a real match later?
- You know, I wonder
what the girls are doing.
- Pbbf, probably something
lame and girly.
- Give me the offset
ratchet driver
with the carbon Phillips
head bit, stat.
- Flyin' in.
- Debbie's going to love this.
Aren't you, Debbie-Boo-Boo?
I could just eat
your cute little paws.
And a one paw,
and a two paw...
- Mae, if there's a three paw,
we will literally
stop building this right now.
- Sorry, but I just
love her so much!
- I wonder what
the boys are doing.
- Dumb, sweaty, noisy,
smelly boy stuff.
What else?
[all laugh]
- Hand me the princess-cut ruby
with the diamond inlay, stat!
And it is done.
This championship belt
will be awarded to the winner
of our VR wrestling tournament.
May the best man win!
Heavy, heavy...too many gems.
[thud]
- I can't believe we're gonna
get to see the real Dentist
and Big Bad Baby Boy tonight.
- And the real
Three Mask-eteers.
- [strained] A little help?
- I gotta show this to Mae.
- Hey, no more video chats
with Mae.
It's dude night.
- I'm just gonna send her
a quick pic.
- Fine, just one.
[camera shutter clicks]
- OMG. They're ridiculous.
- [laughing]
Yes, they are.
No more boys.
- I can't believe any of them
would think they could be
actual pro wrestlers.
- Especially Miles.
He couldn't even hurt a spider,
never mind win
a championship belt.
He's just a big ol' softy.
[all laugh]
[phone chimes]
- Voicemail sent.
- Uh-oh.
- Oh, no!
You just butt-dialed Miles
and left a message!
- Uh, well, don't worry.
You didn't say anything bad.
- Are you kidding?
I know Miles,
and me calling him
a big ol' softy
will definitely
hurt his feelings.
- Really?
- Yes!
Because he's a big ol' softy!
- Okay, okay, look,
I'll just call the boys,
and have them delete
the message on Miles' phone
before he can even listen to it.
No problemo.
[boys grunting,
phone vibrating]
- [sighs]
None of the boys are picking up.
They must be in the middle
of their game.
- No problemo, huh?
- Wait, hold on.
That's a good thing.
Since they're
in the middle of their game,
it gives me time to go home,
sneak in,
and delete the message
without them seeing me.
Problemo solvo...d.
- You should sneak in
through the doggie door
and crawl into the living room.
- Then pin 'em
to the ground
and do something
to their face!
- Or I could just use my key.
- Good idea!
Poke their face
with a key!
- Yeah, let's hold that
as a backup plan.
♪ ♪
- Anne, I figured out
how to make it up to you
for forgetting our date night.
I am going to cook you
a heartfelt, homemade,
romantic dinner.
- That's so sweet, Tom.
- Do we have any Beefaroni
in the freezer?
- Romantic, Tom.
- Oh, you know what
would be romantic?
- Not having
mini-bagel pizzas?
- No.
Finally sharing a piece
of our wedding cake.
- I'm sorry, Tom,
but I'm off cake.
Ever since your mother sent us
that awful anniversary cake...
[gagging]
I can't eat cake.
- It's our wedding cake.
It was made with love
and chocolate ganache.
- I don't know,
it's been in there 15 years.
I mean, are you sure
it's still good?
- Ah, of course, Anne.
Have I ever been wrong
about anyth...
It has ganache.
- Now, Dentist!
Do the face crusher!
- I thought we were doing
the face stomper!
- Just do something
to their face!
[boys grunting]
- Ugh, locked.
[phone ringing]
Miles' phone is locked.
Do you know the password?
- No.
But he loves my cat,
so try, "I love Debbie."
- No, nothing.
- Then he probably uses
his fingerprint.
- His fingerprint?
- Is that a problemo?
- No, no, no,
no problemo.
[chuckles nervously]
[groans]
[boys grunting]
[gasps]
Big problemo.
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- What are you do--
- Shh.
- Help!
[grunting]
- Sorry, but there's
an embarrassing message
from Mae on Miles' phone,
and I need you to help me
get his fingerprint
so I can unlock it and erase it.
- You know this is dude night,
so why should I help you?
- Because I'm your sister.
- Yes, but you're
still not a dude.
- Yeah, well Miles is
your friend; he's a dude.
- But you're still not!
- Listen, dude!
If Miles hears that message,
he's gonna get
really bummed out
and ruin your beloved
dude night.
- Oh, well you should've
led with that.
I don't want anything
to ruin dude night.
Now if you'll kindly
lower your key,
I'll go put him in a virtual
Mask-eteer drop, and...
you do whatever
you gotta do.
- Okay.
[boys grunting]
- I've got you in a virtual
Mask-eteer drop, Dentist!
Now it's time for you
to open up and say, "Ah!"
[both grunting]
- [grunting]
- Dudes are so weird.
[sniffing]
And smelly.
[phone chirps]
Yes! Got it!
- Yes!
I am the champion!
- [gasps]
both: Dawn?
- I am virtual.
- What was Dawn--
- Who was that--
[both grunting]
- What's going on?
- Why was Dawn here?
- She said--
- It's dude night.
She can't be here.
- Yes, but she said--
- There are time-honored
traditions
that must be followed.
- Like the freedom
to use the backyard
as a bathroom.
- Either of you have a key?
- Ooh, I always have
my journal key.
- Thanks.
Now listen!
Dawn came over here
to delete a message
that Mae accidentally left
on Miles' phone
that would've hurt
his feelings
and ruined dude night.
- [sighs]
Well, that's good,
because we wouldn't
want anything
to ruin that wrestling
match for us.
- You have a journal?
- Whoo!
Ooh, feeling the pain
after the vicious
virtual piledriver
I laid on you?
- No, Mae's cat Debbie
scratched me
when I tried to pet her
yesterday.
I do not like that cat!
- Not a word about this
to Miles.
- Definitely not!
- Yeah.
we all know how Miles
feels about Mae.
- I mean, I pretend to like
her, but I'm living a lie.
And, you know, I can't
tell Mae, 'cause I know
she'd be devastated if she knew
I didn't like her at all.
- Really?
Dude, this is huge.
- This is huge.
Miles doesn't like Mae.
- What were you guys
just doing in the closet?
- Uh...well, when you
think about it,
what are any of us
doing anywhere?
Will you excuse us?
- Well, that was a bombshell.
- I know. Ricky just made me
question our entire existence.
- No, not that.
About Mae.
What do you guys think
we should do?
- Well, I'll tell you
one thing we shouldn't do:
handle it ourselves.
- That's right.
- We're terrible handlers.
- Oh, maybe we should call Dawn.
She'll know how to handle it.
- Oh.
[phone ringing]
- Ugh, boys!
[ringing continues]
[groans]
What's up?
The closet? Why?
Oh, uh...
[chuckles nervously]
Eeh...
Nicky thinks
he left his, uh...
...corduroy cargo shorts
in the garage closet.
[chuckles]
Excuse me.
[chuckles]
Okay, I'm alone.
What's up?
- Wait, before we go
any further,
who wears corduroy
cargo shorts?
- Mostly boat owners
and men of leisure.
- Okay, can we forget
about the shorts?
What's going on?
- There's a problem
with Mae and Miles.
- Yeah, we've got trouble
in paradise.
- What does that mean?
- It usually indicates when
a couple is having trouble--
- Okay, I know what it means,
but what does it mean ?
- We just overheard Miles
tell Dooley
how he really feels
about Mae.
- Yeah, and let's just say
it wasn't so paradise-y.
- Why are you
telling me this?
Now I have no choice
but to tell Mae.
She's my best friend.
- Well, our other option
was handling it ourselves.
- You made
the right choice.
Did Miles say
anything else,
like why he's
feeling this way?
- Well, we didn't exactly
hear the whole conversation.
- Okay, well I can't tell Mae
unless I have more information.
I need you guys to figure out
why there's trouble in paradise.
Can you handle that?
- If we were good handlers,
we wouldn't have called you
in the first place.
- Just handle it!
- Hey, Miley-mi,
random question.
Not prompted by anything at all.
Earlier, when you said
you don't like her,
exactly why don't you like her?
- Well, I don't want this
getting back to Mae.
You know, you promise
you won't tell?
- No, of course not.
- Promise.
- Bro code.
- She's just so moody,
you know?
Sometimes I'm talking to her,
and she just walks away
to stare at birds
out the window.
- She does?
- That's weird.
- Ooh, a blue jay!
- Truthfully,
it makes me not even want
to be around her anymore.
- Will you excuse us again?
We're just gonna...yeah.
- Where have you guys been?
This closet's hot!
- You've been in the closet
the whole time?
- I mean, I ducked out
for a minute,
but there were
too many questions
about the cargo shorts,
so I came back in.
So what else did you find out?
- It's worse than we thought!
- Yeah, Miles doesn't even want
to be around Mae at all.
- "At all" at all?
[static crackling]
Like they're spending
too much time together?
[crackling continues]
- What? We can't hear you.
You're breaking up!
- Did you just say
they're gonna break up?
- Did she just say
they're breaking up?
- I can't believe Mae's going
to break up with Miles!
- I can't believe Miles
is gonna break up with Mae!
- I can't believe
we ate all this cake!
all: This is bad!
- [whistling]
- I got it.
- You got a signal?
- No, I know why
they call it a selfie.
Because you take it
with your cell phone.
- No, it's because
you take it of yourself.
- That would be a your-fie.
[scoffs]
Doofy.
- Poor Miles.
I wonder when Mae is going
to kick him to the curb.
- Probably next time
she sees him,
so we should tell him before
we go to the match tonight.
- No, we can't!
If we tell him,
he'll be bummed out
about Mae breaking up with him,
and it'll ruin dude night.
- Yeah, what good friends
would do is not tell him
until after dude night.
- So we should be good friends
and leave for the match now
so that Mae can dump him
after dude night's done.
- Miles is lucky to have us.
- We're really good dudes.
- I told you!
There's 27 coats in there!
- Psh, whatever.
- They argue about
the weirdest stuff.
- Well, fellas,
we should head out.
- We still have a lot of time.
- Not as much as you think.
- Mom! Dad!
Can you take us
to the wrestling match now?
- Ugh! I think we ate
too much cake, Anne!
- I think it turned, Tom.
15 years is too long!
- Well, how do we get
to the match?
- Cab!
- We don't have enough money
for a cab!
- [gagging]
Bus!
- [whistling]
- Nice work.
This is gonna be
perfect for Deb--
What the heck?
- Sorry, it's just that
I have some bad news.
My brothers told me that
there's trouble in paradise.
- Miles is breaking up
with me?
- Wow, I was really hoping the
whole trouble in paradise thing
would kind of ease us
into it, but yes.
- Why?
- See, I'm not sure.
All I know is the boys
overheard Miles telling Dooley
that he doesn't want
to be around you anymore.
- Doesn't want to be around me?
I am delightful!
- Yes, you are!
- And as cute
as a basket of kittens!
- Even cuter!
- If Miles doesn't want
to be around me,
I don't want to be around him!
I'm gonna break up with him!
Will you come with me?
- Of course I will.
Yeah, let's hold that
as a backup plan.
♪♪
- Can you smell that, boys?
That's the smell of sweaty men
and churros.
- Do you see it now, Miles?
- Ugh, Ms. Purr-fect.
A cat is the last thing
I want to see right now.
You know, I was finally
starting to forget
about Mae's cat, Debbie.
- What do you have
against Debbie?
- Oh, I don't know.
Just all the things
I've been talking about
all day.
- So when you said she scares
you, you meant Debbie?
- Yeah.
- So when you said you
didn't like her at all,
you meant Debbie?
- Yeah, who else would I mean?
- Nobody.
- Beats me.
- Definitely not Mae.
- Oh, there's our seats.
Time to dude up
and suit up.
You think that hurts?
Waaaah!
[all cheering]
- We really messed up.
We need to call Dawn
and tell her before--
[rock music]
[cheers and applause]
- Um, what's going on?
- Look.
It's the Three Mask-eteers.
Get ready to get rattled!
[rattling]
- We have our masks on.
They must think we're
the actual Three Mask-eteers.
- You think?
- Um, Mr. Wrestler sirs...
and madam,
there seems to be
a little misunderstanding.
- We're not
the actual Mask-eteers.
- Totally not.
- I may be a big baby,
but I'm no dummy.
- You're about to get
cat scratch fever.
[hisses]
- Get ready to gingi-fight-us!
- Ah, go! Go, go, go!
[yells]
- [gasps]
- Now do you want
to do this the easy way
or the hard way?
- What's the easy way?
- We pick you up by the head,
we spin you around,
and we throw you into the ring!
- And what's the hard way?
- Making me angry by asking me
what the easy way was first!
[together]
Get in the ring!
[cheers and applause]
[all cheering]
- [gasps]
Keep them busy
while I call Dawn.
- Oh, yeah. Sure.
That'll be easy!
- Waaah!
- You know what?
I won the VR wrestling match.
I think I can take 'em.
- Wha--
- [grunts]
[yelling]
Oh, no.
[grunts]
[strained]
I guess I can't take 'em.
- Where are the guys?
- I don't know, but they're
missing all the action!
- Nicky, catch this!
- Oh no! Looks like your phone
fell in the litter box.
- Bad kitty!
- Time to put you in
a lock-a-bye cradle hold.
- Bad baby!
If by any chance
you plan on throwing me,
could you possibly throw me
in that direction?
- Good night, moon!
- [screaming]
[cheers and applause]
- Hey, guys. It's me, Nicky!
There's something I need
to explain to you!
- [grunting]
What we overheard Miles
say earlier wasn't about Mae,
it was about...Debbie!
- Debbie was the one Miles
doesn't want to be around.
He really doesn't
like your cat!
[thudding, all groan]
- [chuckles]
Well, that's a relief.
At least we know Miles doesn't
want to break up with you.
Just your cat.
- Just my cat?
You don't like Debbie?
My Debbie?
- Uh-oh.
[grunts]
[all groaning]
- I'm sorry about
all this, Mae.
I really need to learn how to--
- Stay out of other
people's business?
Communicate better?
Buy your dad a calendar?
- Yes, all of those.
So are you and Miles
gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I can't stay mad
at that big ol' softy.
- [groans]
Sorry, Miles.
This is all our fault.
- We probably should've told you
about Mae earlier.
- We just didn't want
to ruin dude night.
- Are you kidding?
Best dude night ever!
[cheers and applause,
boys yelling]
- [laughing]
- Yeah!
[all cheering]
[all exclaiming and cheering]
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ 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! ♪