- ♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Welcome to Captain Galactic's
Pizzatarium, where--
- Where the pizza
is out of this world.
[laughs]
All right, here we go.
Okay, we are gonna take
two galactic sized
meat-eor lovers pizzas, right?
- Sorry, we're just
a little excited.
We're celebrating
a special birthday boy today.
- Oh, really?
Which little space cadet's
birthday is it?
- Mine!
Tommy Harper,
reporting for space duty.
- Dad, don't embarrass us.
- What?
- We're too old for this place.
- Please get out
of the rocket booster seat.
- [groans]
Fine.
- Oh!
- Dad!
- Watch it.
- Whoa!
- Be careful.
Be careful.
Oh!
- I got it.
- Geez.
- Dicky's lucky
he's in Australia
and doesn't have to see this.
- Come on, kids.
You used to love
having your birthday
parties here.
- Sorry, Mom.
Mae and I are just
really stressed out about
our French Club trip.
- If we don't find jobs soon,
we won't be able to pay
the mandatory student-earned
portion of the travel fee.
- And then we'll never
get to Paris.
- Paris, Paris, Paris.
- All you ever talk about
is Paris.
- Come on, Nicky.
Let's go to the arcade
where no one is talking
about Paris.
Okay, let's talk about Paris.
We need to make sure Dawn
has enough money to go to Paris
so we can turn her room
into our man cave
for seven whole days.
- Better make it six.
We're gonna need a full day
to air it out.
- Fair enough.
But that's not gonna happen
if she can't afford to go.
That's why we're gonna win
that hoverboard
and sell it to help her
make money for her trip.
- I don't know.
We're terrible at these games.
Last time we played,
we accidentally
hit Dicky in the head
with a skee ball.
- Relax.
We're much better now.
- How did we hit ourselves
in the head with skee balls?
- Ah, excuse me,
I ordered the, uh,
super solar system big boy
birthday sundae
a light-year ago--what?
- Maybe you girls
could get jobs here.
- Clearly they need the help!
- Well, it's a good idea. You
both have restaurant experience.
- They hire young people.
[clattering]
- See?
Look how young that bus boy is.
- Sorry for the mess.
- That's not a bad idea.
That waitress
just got a $20 tip.
- It's actually a great idea.
A few weeks working here,
and we'll make our Paris money
in no time.
We need to apply today.
- This is ridiculous.
Where is my sundae?
I'm gonna complain
to the manager.
all: No.
- Why not?
It is my birthday!
- We're gonna apply
for jobs here,
and we don't want you
ruining our chances.
- Plus, if you complain,
it'll be extremely
embarrassing.
- Fine,
I won't complain.
But I am sitting
on my rocket booster seat.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[cheerful music]
[whistling]
- I don't know.
Je ne sais pas.
No, Squish.
I didn't say "paw."
I said "pas" .
You're too cute.
High pas.
- Dawn!
Captain Galactic's Pizzatarium
called me
and said I got the job.
Paris, here we come.
Yes! Or should I say,
"Oui oui"?
- Well, I didn't get a call.
So it may just be "you you."
- Well, I'm sure you'll
get the call soon.
- You're right.
I just need to be patient.
- Yeah.
- I can be patient.
- Yeah.
- I'm a patient person.
- Exactly.
- Patient, patient, patient.
[laughs]
Ring!
I need you to ring.
I've been practicing all day.
Please, I'm begging you.
[speaking French]
- You know what?
Maybe we should
practice our French
to get your mind off things.
- Yeah, good idea.
- Okay.
Je travaille
dans un café.
Which means,
"I work at a café."
[snorts and laughs]
That's funny.
I work at a café.
Okay, let's try
something else.
J'ai un bon travail
et mon amie ne l'a pas.
Which means, "I have a good job
and my friend doesn't."
- Why would that even be
in the book?
- Je ne sais pas.
- So how much do you think
all this stuff is worth?
100?
- 200?
[snap]
- Four bucks.
- For all this?
- No, for my time.
This stuff
is worthless.
- Worthless?
Okay, now how are we
gonna get Dawn to Paris?
- This is a big problem.
- You think you guys
got problems?
I can't get out
of these things.
- Just push in.
- Well, I did,
but then I got nervous,
and the stress
made my fingers swell.
- Why did you put them
on all of your fingers?
- I put them on when I thought
I could get out.
It was a joke.
It was supposed to be funny.
- And it is.
[boys laughing]
- Okay, how are we gonna get
Dawn to Paris?
- You should've let
your dad complain
at Captain Galactic's
Pizzaterium.
- [scoffs] And embarrass us?
No, thank you.
- Boys, boys.
Always complain.
My parents complain there
all the time.
And the manager always gives us
free food and tokens.
- That's a great idea.
I think Dooley's
on to something.
Maybe we should do that.
- Yeah.
With enough free tokens,
we'll be able
to win the hoverboard
and get Dawn to Paris.
- But what if there's nothing
to complain about?
- Then you make it up.
They can't prove
you didn't just eat
a mouthful of fleas.
- It's an odd example,
but I'm still on board.
- Yeah.
- Seriously, guys. A little
help?
- Okay, well, don't fight it.
The swelling will go down
if you just relax.
- Well, that's easy
for you to say.
You know, what if I have
to go pee?
Great, now I have to go pee.
[yells]
Oh, oh, oh!
Guys, I think
I dislocated my arms.
- Do you need us to pop them
back in for you?
- Oh, no time!
Oh, it's a button fly!
[phone ringing]
- That's my phone.
Whoa, whoa.
Where's my phone?
[ringing continues]
It's in my hand
and it's still ringing!
Why aren't I answering it?
- Just answer it.
- Answer it?
- Answer it!
- Hello?
Yeah.
Yes, yeah, I--
Yes, I understand.
Thank you.
I got the job!
- Yes!
- Mon gateau a reçu un travail
et mon amie
est un pamplemousse.
Which means, "I got a good job
and my friend did, too."
- Actually, you said,
"My cake got a job,
and my friend
is a grapefruit."
- Okay, in Paris,
you do the talking.
[upbeat rock music]
- Whoa!
Are you sure we can handle
all these wild kids?
- Yeah, it's no different
than my house.
[splat]
There's even flying pizza.
- I'll be right with you two.
Hey, would you take this
to table seven, please?
Thank you.
So, how can I help you guys?
both: Wally?
- Uh, that's Assistant Space
Commander Wally to you.
These stripes don't
just happen, ladies.
- Didn't you used to work at
Urbina Outfitters in the mall?
- Oh, yeah,
for a hot second.
Till Justin started
working there
and got all assistant bossy
on me.
Well, who's the
assistant boss now?
Moi.
- What?
- It's French for "me."
- Oh, oh. Yeah, yeah.
[chuckles]
So, we're your
new space-tresses.
This is gonna be so much fun
working for you.
- Yeah.
- Oh, no, it's not.
You see, Assistant
Space Commander Wally
runs a very tight ship.
Now, about your costumes.
- Ooh, I was thinking
I could be a galactic princess.
- And I could be, like,
a space warrior.
- That would be amazing,
if you got to choose
your outfits.
Which you don't.
You have to race for them.
- Race?
[both laughing]
- I'm serious.
Go. Oh, by the way,
only one of them's
been cleaned.
- This isn't so bad, right?
- Do you have any idea
how bad this helmet smells?
[sniffs and gags]
[in electronic voice]
Nope, can't do it.
- Sorry, Bleep-Blop,
but the helmet stays on
at all times, all right?
You guys are doing great,
though.
- Cheer up, Bleep-Blop.
Remember,
we're doing this for Paris.
- [in electronic voice]
Bleep-Blop sad.
[electronic beeping]
[upbeat rock music]
Greetings.
I am your service droid.
My name is...
Oh, hi.
It's me. Mae.
- Nice to meet you,
Memay.
- No, it's me. Mae.
- Yeah, we heard you.
Your name is Memay.
- No, it's me. Mae.
- Jeez, we got a pushy robot.
- Helmet.
[clang]
- You know what?
Just give me your order.
- We will have
a galaxy-sized meteor pizza
and two onion rings of Saturn.
- Fine.
I'll have that back to you
at warp speed.
- Okay, time to put
Dooley's plan into motion.
The more we complain,
the more tokens we'll get.
Houston, we've got
a problem here.
- [groans]
Never heard that one before.
[sighs]
Everything all right
over here, space cadets?
- Don't "space cadet" us.
- We are in no mood
to be space cadetted.
This food is space junk.
- Your food hasn't even entered
your table sphere yet.
- And that's another thing.
Where is our food?
- The service in this dump
is terrible.
- Yeah, I just ate
a mouthful of fleas.
You can't prove I didn't.
- I have to say,
we're regulars.
But after this
terrible experience,
I'm not sure if we
can ever come back.
- My deepest Apollo-gies.
- Oh.
- To make it up to you,
here are some free
alien mustaches.
- Sold.
- No.
- Fine.
We'll take all the free tokens
we can carry.
- No, I have something
much better,
something that'll leave you
far more satisfied.
- He's gonna give us
the hoverboard.
- Um, hey, Bleep-Blop.
Sweetie?
Come over here a sec,
okay?
Hey, um...
you're fired.
both: What?
- I'm what?
- You're fired?
[laughs]
There. Now this tin can
won't have to ruin
anyone's meals ever again.
All right?
Okay.
- I can't believe
we just got Memay fired.
- You didn't get Memay fired.
You got me, Mae, fired!
- Who got you fired?
- Uh, they just left.
- Let's go get 'em.
Forgot my 'staches.
- Now Memay mad.
- Pretty pretty space princess
mad too.
- ♪ Oh-oh-oh,
oh, oh, oh ♪
- [whistling]
- Do you think the girls
will realize
it was just an honest mistake,
and forgive us?
- Wouldn't bet on it.
- Why not?
Ah!
- I can't believe
you guys got Mae fired
for what I assume
is some stupid,
selfish reason.
- You don't know that it was
some stupid, selfish reason.
Okay, it totally was.
- Not only did you cost Mae
her chance at going to Paris,
but you cost me my chance
at going too.
- Wait, why can't you go?
- Well, after testing me
on my French,
Mom and Dad said I can only go
if Mae goes.
She's the only one of us
who can parlez Français.
Whatever that means.
- Look, we're really sorry.
But don't worry.
We can get Mae her job back.
We'll fix this.
- No.
No fixing this.
You're not doing anything
except staying as far away
from Captain Galactic's
Pizzatarium as possible.
- Well, it looks like
we're just gonna have to forget
about Paris.
- No, we can't.
We've been dreaming
about going to Paris.
- Looks like we're just
gonna have to forget
about our man cave.
- No, we can't.
We've been dreaming
about our man cave.
- How about this?
Starting tomorrow,
I'll work double shifts.
That way,
I can earn enough money
for the both of us to go.
- How about this?
Tomorrow after Dawn's shift,
we'll get their manager
to hire Mae back.
That way, they get to go,
and we get our man cave.
- Can we come
to your man cave?
- Not if you're gonna do that.
- Fine.
Then we won't come
to your man cave.
Fry me.
- ♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
Okay.
[grunting]
Hi, be right with you.
Watch the crown!
No. Ah!
[sighs]
Made it.
- Sorry about the kids.
- No, it's all good.
Just a little space fight.
- Here.
- Yeah.
And the hot pizza
they threw at me earlier.
Thanks.
And the spaghetti
they put in my shoe.
- Oh, gosh.
- [chuckles]
Thank you so much.
It's a pleasure serving you.
Be sure to ask for me
every time you come back.
- Thanks.
- All right, space princess.
You can blast off.
Your shift's over.
- Oh, I was actually wondering
if you'd let me work
a double shift today.
Please?
- Seriously?
You want more of this?
[clanging and shattering]
- Of course I do.
Isn't that why we work here?
'Cause we love the kids?
[door whirs]
- I say, I say, I say.
You, sir.
Are you the manager
of this here establishment?
- Who wants to know?
- Reginald Farber Junior
the Third.
Attorney at law.
- [laughs]
You cannot be serious.
- As serious as a three-legged
possum in a slanted outhouse.
Now, my client,
Mae B. Valentine,
was fired unjustly,
unkindly,
and in a most
un-southernly manner.
I insist you reinstate
her immediately
or face a lawsuit
for wrongful termination.
- How old are you?
- Older than a three-legged
possum in a slanted outhouse.
- Right, um,
please leave before I blast you
out of a space cannon.
- I'm insult--oh!
All right, time for plan B.
Hey, Miles.
Get in here.
[door whirring]
Excuse me, sir.
- Oh, you've gotta be
kidding me.
- Now, this poor young man
sustained a grave injury at
your Live Long and Pasta bar.
Now, I may be
a simple country lawyer,
but this looks like a clear
case of fettucine al-falldo.
- You did not just say that.
- I surely did.
If you don't give
Mae B. Valentine her job back,
you will be hearing
from my attorney.
- I thought you were
an attorney.
- Then you will be hearing
from me.
Argument won.
Case closed.
When does she start?
- The only thing I'll be
hearing from you is this.
- Ow!
- And the same goes
for your friend here
with the fake injury.
- Ow!
- Ah, okay.
Hey, Ricky?
Time for Plan C.
[door whirring]
- I'm the health inspector,
and this place
has a clear violation of--
Oh!
- Ricky?
What are you doing here?
- Wait, you know him?
- Yeah, he's my brother.
- And I'm assuming you know
the southern dumbbell too?
- Unhand me,
you wretched scoundrel!
- [groans]
Another brother.
- Oh, good.
The whole family's out of here.
- Yes, go.
- I said the whole family.
That means you, too,
princess.
- What?
- Yeah, you're fired.
- Wha--
But this wasn't even my fault.
- If you need representation,
I specialize
in wrongful terminations.
- Yeah, causing them.
- Now, now, now.
I'll do it myself.
Ow!
- Guess this means
we won't be needing plan D.
You can come out, Squish.
We don't need you.
♪
- I hope some of the kids
who are going to Paris can use
these.
- Because Paris for us is just
une rue à sens unique avec une
sauce bibliothèque.
- A one-way street
with library sauce?
- Yes, Mae.
It's a common expression used in
France.
But we're never going
to hear it
because we're not going
to Paris.
[accordion music]
- What's that music?
♪ ♪
- Uh, what's going on?
- [imitating French accent]
Welcome to "Café Pari."
- That's French
for "Café Paris."
- I hope you mademoiselles
like authentic crepes.
Ah-huh-huh-huh!
- Are you okay?
- Yes.
Just laughing
like a French person.
Ah-huh-huh-huh!
- That's not how they laugh.
They laugh like this.
Eh-heh-heh-heh!
- Ah-huh-huh-huh!
- Eh-heh-heh-heh!
- Huh-huh-huh.
- Heh-heh-heh.
- Huh-huh-huh!
- Heh-heh-heh!
- Guys!
Stop!
- Sorry. Look.
We know we messed up both
of your chances to go to Paris.
- So we thought we'd bring
a little bit of Paris to you.
♪ ♪
- Wow, this is sweet.
- So you accept our apology?
- Oh, no, I was talking
about this crepe.
It's delicious.
[laughs]
But, yeah, yeah.
Apology accepted.
- Mmm. Me, too.
Too bad there's no restaurant
in town that serves these.
You guys could make a fortune.
♪ ♪
- Nicky, how many of these
crepes can you make?
- As many as you want.
Why?
- I think I just found
a way to get to Paris
by bringing Paris to Boulder.
Huh-huh-huh!
- Heh. Eh, I told you.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
- Play, play.
[accordion music playing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Frère Jacques ♪
♪ Frère Jacques ♪
♪ Dormez-vous,
dormez-vous ♪
♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪
♪ Ding ding dong,
ding ding dong ♪
[cheers and applause]
Merci, merci.
[giggles]
Oh, and don't forget
that all of the profits
from the Get Francey Café
are going toward
Dawn and Mae's trip to Paris.
Merci.
- Two mushroom and brie crepes.
- Bon appétit.
- C'est parfait.
- Okay.
Parfait!
- Baby steps.
- Gracias.
- No.
- And remember,
madames and messieurs,
at Get Sporty,
you will always find
all of your
sporting good needs.
[accordion music plays]
♪ Who loves soccer,
Who loves soccer ♪
♪ How 'bout you?
How 'bout you? ♪
♪ Everybody eats here ♪
♪ You can buy
some cleats here ♪
♪ And balls too,
and balls too ♪
Hey, I almost pulled
a hammy, huh?
Hey, all right. Merci.
[cheers and applause]
- Thanks, guys.
The Get Francey Café is a hit.
- [imitating French accent]
Our pleasure.
- Even Wally loves this place.
- Yeah, and if the café
stays this popular,
we should make our money for
Paris by the end of the day.
- Another order of crepes,
monsieur?
- Oh, yes, please.
I must say,
you guys are doing
a really good job
handling this crowd.
Maybe I made a mistake
firing you two.
both: And?
- And get me my crepes.
- Excuse me,
I think these crepes
are making my son sick.
We'd like a refund.
- I don't feel so good.
- My crepes aren't
making you sick.
Pfft, I know
what you're up to.
J'accuse!
- Fake complaining
so you can get
a meal on the house.
Well, that doesn't work here,
monsieur.
- Ah-huh-huh-huh!
- Heh-heh-heh!
- Ah-huh-huh-huh!
- Heh-heh-heh-heh!
- Ah-huh.
- But there's something
wrong with them.
- We'll be the judge of that.
Yes.
This tastes fine.
- It's magnifique.
- Huh-huh-huh.
- Heh-heh-heh.
- Huh-huh-huh!
- Heh-heh-heh!
[both groaning]
- That's bad.
- Very bad.
- [scoffs]
I told you brie
wasn't something
you get at a gas station.
- [groaning]
- Uh, how many people
had the brie?
Uh-oh.
- Oh, no.
We have to make this right.
- ♪ Here's your refund,
here's your refund ♪
♪ Please don't sue,
please don't sue ♪
- ♪ Our bathroom's
out of order ♪
♪ But there's one
at the drug store ♪
♪ Just buy gum,
just buy gum ♪
- If we have to give
everyone refunds,
how are we gonna pay
for Paris?
- Uh, so, Wally.
Uh, can we have
our old jobs back?
- Uh, yeah, if you give me
some money for gum.
- Yeah.
- I'm gonna need
a lot more gum.
[groans]
[whispers] Thank you.
- We're going to Paris!
- Yeah!
- High five!
[barks]
Oh, sorry, Squishy.
High paw.
- ♪ Oh-oh, oh, oh ♪
[barking]
♪ 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! ♪