[upbeat rock music]
- You're never gonna get away
with this, Dr. Shark Eyes.
- Oh, I already have,
Agent Maxwell.
[cackling]
- These Jett Masterson
spy movies are ridiculous.
- Ridiculously good.
Jett Masterson
as Agent Zachary Maxwell
is the greatest spy
that ever lived.
- I feel safer living in
a world that he protects.
- It's a movie, doofuses.
There's no such thing
as evil masterminds
with pet sharks.
- [cackling]
[murmurs]
[shouts]
- Crikey!
It bit him right in the face!
- Please.
He gets bit in the face
in every movie.
- This isn't Finneas.
Finneas would never bite me!
[breathing raggedly]
You switched my shark,
didn't you?
- No.
I hypnotized him.
You're not the only one
with shark eyes.
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
[together] Yes!
- He hypnotized
the shark again.
These movies are all the same!
- You bite your tongue.
- I can have an opinion.
- No, that's the next
line of dialogue.
- You bite your tongue.
- See?
- You know who I blame
for us being stuck
watching this marathon
of garbage
on a Saturday night?
Our friends!
I can't believe they all had
doctor's appointments.
[scoffs] Sorry about
this lame night, Britt.
Britt?
[television beeps]
both: Hey!
- Where'd Britt go?
- I don't know.
He was here
when we started the marathon.
- Now will you unpause it,
please?
- Yeah.
[television beeps]
- Ooh, a tongue
will be bitten.
The question is...
whose?
[television beeps]
[together] Hey!
- Where do you think
Britt went?
- You tell us.
You're the one
who wasn't paying attention
to the "ridiculous" movie.
Or were you?
- Admit it.
You really like this movie.
- I do not.
- Fine.
Then we'll just have to
get the truth out of you,
Agent Maxwell style.
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
- Fine, I love these movies.
But I still wanna
know where Britt is.
- Maybe he went to bed.
- Yeah, it's not like he had
Saturday night plans
without us.
- She said "didgeridoo,"
and then I said,
"more like didgeri-don't."
[all laughing]
Oh.
Hey, guys.
- [sing-song] Awkward!
[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! ♪
[cheerful music]
- What's going on?
The four of you said
you couldn't hang out tonight
because you all had
doctor's appointments.
- Explain yourselves.
- Well, it's
a real coincidence.
I had a toothache.
- I had a stomachache.
- And I had
a none-of-your-business ache.
- Physical therapy.
- It turned out that all of
our doctor's appointments
happened to be in
the Quincy Medical Building.
- So when we were finished,
we all met up
with Britt in the lobby
for, you know,
after-appointment
root beer floats.
- Like you do.
- Well, would you look
at the time?
We should get going.
- I'll see you out.
- Something doesn't seem right
with their story.
- Was it that they all
had doctor's appointments
on a Saturday night?
- No, that could happen.
- Is it that they all
just happened
to meet in the lobby?
- Still in the realm
of possibility.
- Is it that Miles doesn't
actually have a watch?
- Yes!
And it's the root beer floats.
Everyone knows you only go
to the Quincy Medical Building
for cheesesteaks.
- Good point.
- They are delicious.
- Oh, here comes Britt.
Let's get to
the bottom of this.
- I'll handle
the interrogation...
Agent Maxwell style.
Hey!
Not so fast, Britt.
- Sorry.
I'll close it slower next time.
- Not the door.
You.
How'd you hook up
with our friends tonight...
- At the Quincy
Medical Building...
- For root beer floats?
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
- I said I'll handle it.
- You don't own
Agent Maxwell style.
- Guys, no worries.
They sent a group text
inviting everyone.
You must have missed it
while you were watching
your movie marathon.
I figured I'd just slip out
and not bother you.
- Aw.
- So thoughtful!
- You're the best.
- Well, if there's
no more questions,
I'll turn in.
- Good night!
- See you in the morning.
- Dream about great things.
Man, a group text?
Makes perfect sense.
- Yeah, Britt would never
do us like that.
- Uh, guys?
There's no group text.
- Britt did us like that!
- Relax.
I'll just group-text
our friends and ask what's up.
- There will be no group text.
I have questions,
and I wanna look them
in their eyes when they answer.
- The only answer I want now
is how to get a cheesesteak.
I wonder if I can get an
appointment with Dr. Allred.
♪ ♪
- Hey, look who it is!
All our friends.
- Hey, who's thirsty?
How about
some root beer floats?
[fingers snapping]
Oh, waitress!
- [sighs pleasantly]
Enjoy your floats.
Snap at me again
and you will never snap again.
- Sorry, Mom.
It was just
for dramatic effect.
Oh--I'm also gonna say
"thanks, Toots" when you leave.
- No, you're not.
- Before you drink, a toast:
To all the times
we've hung out together.
- The fun times,
the special times.
- Like the time last night,
when we all got together
and had root beer floats.
- You guys weren't there.
- Exactly!
Waitress!
Take away
these root beer floats!
- Hey, kids.
Your mom wanted me to say,
"Clap at me again
and you will never clap again."
But she did say you could
"Toots" me?
[mumbles skeptically]
- Thanks, Toots.
- So why did you guys
shut us out
of the group text?
- We didn't start
that group text.
- Yeah, it was Britt.
- Britt?
- I think Miles
was pretty clear.
- Come on, guys.
Let's go get our floats back.
Hey, Toots!
- So Britt started
that group text?
That's weird.
- Yeah, Britt said
he was the receiver
of the text,
not the sender.
- Is it possible
that Britt doesn't want to
hang out with us?
[together] Nah.
both: It can't be us.
It must be...her.
- It can't be me.
It must be...them.
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
[upbeat rock music]
- ♪ Oh, oh, hey,
oh-oh-oh ♪
- Hey, Britt.
Eating cheese
and crackers, huh?
- Yup.
- You know,
a lot of people think
me and my brothers are just
like cheese and crackers.
Always together.
But not true.
In fact, you can have
the cheese
without the crackers.
You know what I'm saying?
- No, they're meant
to be together.
That's why they put
the cheese and biscuits
in the same package.
- [chuckles]
Well, just because
they're in the same package
doesn't mean
you have to eat them
at the same time.
I mean, you could
have the cheese now
and never hang out with
those two boring biscuits ever.
- Oh, I know what
this is about.
Here, take my biscuits.
- I don't want the biscuits.
- The cheese?
- No.
- The little red stick?
- [sighs] No!
I wanna hang out with you
without my brothers.
How about tonight?
- Oh, I can't.
I already have plans
with Nicky and Ricky.
Sorry, Dawn.
But here.
Enjoy.
- It was me he didn't
want to hang out with!
[struggles, sighs]
- Hey, Britt!
Hold up a sec.
- Ooh, getting a jacket, huh?
Might be chilly.
Speaking of chilly,
how about the three of us...
"chill" together tonight?
- I can't, mates.
I'm "chilling"
with Dawn tonight.
See ya!
- Wait...if he's already
doing something
with Dawn tonight,
then it was us!
- So...what are
you guys doing tonight?
- Nothing.
You?
- Nothing.
- Who are you doing
nothing with?
- Nobody.
Who are you doing nothing with?
- Nobody.
- Well, if you won't admit it,
I'll just stand here and see
if you're really doing
nothing with nobody.
- So will we.
- Well,
clearly nobody is doing
nothing with nobody.
- Then can we stop
standing here?
My eyes hurt
and my legs are asleep.
- [exhaling] Yeah.
- Mine too--oh!
[all grunting]
Well, clearly Britt lied
to all of us.
- [grunts loudly]
- But why would he tell us...
separate lies?
- [pants]
To turn us against each other.
- Why would he want to
turn us against each other?
- Oh, feeling's coming back!
- [shouts]
- Pins and needles,
pins and needles!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- If we can find him,
we can ask him.
I'm gonna locate him
on my Track My Pals app.
The blue dot is Britt.
- What are all the red dots?
- Oh, that one's Natlee.
There's Miles...there's Mae!
- They're moving
towards the blue dot!
- He's stealing
all our pals!
- That was his plan.
Distract us by forcing us
into a two-hour stare down
so our legs would fall asleep
while he invited
everyone out to...
Root Beer Flo's.
- Home to Boulder's best
non-medical building
root beer floats!
- He completely manipulated us!
- Just like when
Dr. Shark Eyes manipulated
Maxwell's fellow agents
at the end of
the agency softball game
so he could take them out...
for pizza and karaoke.
- Little did they know,
the microphone was poisoned.
- "We are family" were
the last words
they ever sang.
[television playing faintly]
- Shh!
- Spoiler alert!
- Then, after the game,
I'm gonna take you all out...
for pizza and karaoke!
[cackling]
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
[together] Sorry.
♪ ♪
- I can't believe Britt
lied to us.
I bet he's out
enjoying root beer floats
with our friends right now!
- While we're stuck here,
not enjoying root beer floats
without our friends.
- Why don't we just order
root beer floats?
- Why don't we just sing
into poisoned microphones?
- Guys, let's not fight,
because we are fam--
- Don't say those words.
- Nicky, Britt isn't
an evil mastermind.
He's just a really ungrateful
houseguest.
- Who's
an ungrateful houseguest?
- Britt.
He charmed all our friends
and now they only wanna
hang out with him and not us.
- Yeah, he's way over
the line, Toots.
- Well, I'm sure there's
a logical explanation.
- Hmm, Toots is right.
- [spluttering]
You too?
- Hey, guys!
Hey, foreign exchange
Mum and Pup!
- Hey! How are you?
- [laughing]
- You work at Get Sporty now?
- Did you call them
"Mum and Pup?"
- Is that a shark-tooth
necklace?
- It's puka shells.
Mum and Pup got it for me
for being employee
of the month.
- How long have you
been working here?
- I started today.
- He's that good.
- So, Mum, Pup,
I've been reviewing the books,
and I think I've figured out
a way to get a real bite
out of some of the overhead.
- [whispering]
Did you hear that?
He said "bite"!
Like a shark!
- Uh, the kids don't care
about all of this.
Let's discuss your ideas
over some root beer floats.
- Yeah.
Such a go-getter.
You know, one day, this could
be, "Britt's Get Sporty."
[all gasp]
- He's not just trying
to steal our friends.
- And our family business.
- And Mom and Toots!
- He's trying to
steal our lives.
[all laughing raucously]
- [laughing]
[siblings shiver audibly]
♪ ♪
- Where's Nicky?
We have to figure out
this Britt situation.
- I've got good news
and I've got bad news.
Bad news is, Dr. Allred said
I need my tonsils out.
- What's the good news?
- I got cheesesteaks!
- Okay, we need to get
to the bottom
of whether Britt is really
an evil mastermind.
- Yeah, what do we really
even know about this guy?
- We need to uncover the truth
and find out what
his next move is.
- I got it!
In all the Agent Maxwell
movies,
there's always
a beautiful woman who's able
to charm the information
out of people.
- I like it!
Dawn, go get one
of your dresses.
And give it to Nicky!
- What?
That's ridiculous!
- Completely.
Give it to Ricky.
- Uh, don't you think
there's a better person
for the job?
- Well, yeah,
but Dad's not here.
- Me!
Me-me-me!
I should be the one
getting in the dress!
- [snorts]
- Whatever.
- Okay.
- Hello...Britt.
- Wow, Dawn.
Look at you.
- Yes, look at me.
[shouts]
- Crikey!
Are you okay?
- [exhales]
I'm fine.
[grunts]
[together] Should've been you.
- Are you sure
you're all right?
- Yes, I was just taking
a little shortcut
down the stairs.
- Uh-oh.
I think you may have
a bit of a nosebleed.
- Oh.
All good.
[shouts]
[in nasally voice]
So, Britt...
any plans for this evening?
Big plans, little plans,
master plans?
- No, but I do have
a bit of homework
to do upstairs.
- Oh, homework.
Of course!
You have to feed
that master mind of yours.
So what are you studying?
Math?
Science?
Betrayal?
- Uh, no.
Just history.
- History of betrayal?
- Nope.
Regular history.
- [chewing]
Okay, what was that?
- [chewing]
Besides an epic fail.
- Is it an epic fail
that I got him
to leave us alone
with his backpack?
[extended dramatic sting]
♪ ♪
- Ugh.
Can you...
- Do you...
- Ugh...
- All right.
Let's see,
what do we have here?
[gasps] "Top secret"!
What's he planning?
- It looks like
a surprise party.
- A surprise party
with karaoke
and poison microphones?
- No, just a regular
poison-free surprise party.
- That doesn't sound so evil.
- But here's something that is:
We're not on the guest list.
- Wait.
The only person not invited
to a surprise party
is the person
who the surprise party is for.
- So it's for us?
- But why would he plan
a surprise party for us?
Our birthday
is five months away.
- Well, that would be
a good way to surprise us.
- He's not up
to something evil.
He's up to something nice.
- Who's up to something nice?
[siblings shouting]
- We are!
- Putting stuff
into your backpack!
- Which seemed to
have fallen out
on its own!
- Yeah.
- Look, I know
you saw the binder.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't want you to find out
about the surprise party
like this.
- It's okay.
- We won't tell anybody.
- And we'll act surprised
when it happens.
Don't worry about that.
I mean,
look how good
we are at it.
Really?
- For us?
- What?
- Oh, I think
you've got it wrong.
The party isn't for you.
It's for Avery.
- Really?
- For Avery?
- What?
- Her birthday's coming up,
so...
- But we aren't
on the guest list.
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
If it's any consolation,
it was a hard decision.
- [scoffs] I can't believe
he's having a party
and not inviting us.
- Well, at least we know
he's not an evil mastermind
trying to get rid of us.
- This to-do list fell out
of Britt's backpack.
"Number one:
get rid of the Quads."
- He is an evil mastermind
trying to get rid of us!
♪ ♪
- Let's not jump
to conclusions.
"Get rid of the Quads"
could mean anything.
- Number two is
"take over Get Sporty."
- And number three
is "celebrate"!
- Yeah, Britt wants us gone.
- What else is on that list?
- Nothing.
Why would he write anything
after "celebrate"?
- Why would
an evil mastermind need
to make a list
with only three things?
There's gotta be something
on the back.
- There's nothing on the back.
- Is something we can say once
we've turned it over and looked
at the back.
- I'm not turning it over.
- Can you believe this guy?
- Guys, stop!
- Gah!
- And now we'll never know.
- [stammers]
Who cares?
We need to find
a way to expose him.
- We need to figure out
a way to get Britt
to admit his diabolical plans
in front of everyone.
- We could do it
at Avery's party.
- Hm.
- But we weren't invited.
- That wouldn't stop
Agent Zachary Maxwell.
And it's not gonna stop us.
- Yeah, we could do what he did
to Dr. Shark Eyes
at the end of
"For Shark Eyes Only:"
incapacitate him,
hang him over a shark tank
until he admits the truth.
- I get the shark
and the dangling,
but how are we gonna
incapacitate him?
- Hmm...oh, we could use
one of Dicky's dirty socks.
He left them everywhere
when he went to Australia.
I bet there's one in here.
See?
- Wait, how do we know
it's still ripe?
It's ripe.
[male singer vocalizing]
♪ ♪
- Psst, Britt.
- Hey, Dawn.
- [whistling]
kids: Surprise!
- [shouting]
- Sorry, Toots.
False alarm.
- [panting]
It's okay.
All right, see?
The cake's fine.
- [gasps]
That's the third time today!
- Well, then stop
screaming "surprise"!
- Hold on, guys.
Where's Britt?
He's gonna miss
the actual surprise.
- Everyone,
stop what you're doing!
- Britt isn't
who he says he is.
He's actually
an evil mastermind
who came here
to take over our lives.
- Your lives?
[all laughing]
- We knew you wouldn't
believe us.
So maybe you'll
believe Britt himself.
[all gasp]
- Britt!
- [gasps] Didgeri-don't!
- Okay, Britt.
Reveal your evil plan.
- What's going on?
I don't have an evil plan.
- We knew you wouldn't
admit it.
Now things are about
to get ugly.
- What's that on his feet?
- Peanut butter.
- How did he step
in peanut butter?
- Peanut butter stepped on him.
- Wait, so is peanut butter,
like, a guy or something?
- No, just regular peanut
butter from a jar.
- Is it crunchy or creamy?
- Okay, what does it matter?
[whistles] Sharky!
- [laughing]
- Anything to tell us now,
"mate"?
- [gasping]
Fine, I'll admit it!
The truth is,
the party isn't for Avery.
It's for you.
- Yeah, even though
it really is my birthday.
[noisemaker squawks]
- [laughing]
I wanted to thank you
for accepting me
into your family.
You're the best brothers
and sister a guy could have.
all: Aww.
- No "aww"s!
Don't "aww"!
He's trying to trick you.
- Well, Britt,
if you really wanted
to thank us
for being part of your family,
then what about your list?
"One: get rid of the Quads."
- [giggling] I needed to
get rid of you guys
so I could plan your party.
[together] Oh.
- Well, what about number two?
"Take over Get Sporty"!
- Yeah, so we could decorate
for your party.
[together] Oh.
- Well, you certainly won't be
able to explain number three.
"Celebrate"--which,
now that I say out loud,
probably means
celebrate for our party.
- Turn the list over.
- Why?
- "Trick Nicky, Ricky, and Dawn
with a decoy party for Avery,
then throw them
the best surprise party ever."
[together] Oh.
- Seems like something
that should be
on the front of a list,
but okay.
- We all know
you guys are impossible
to keep a secret from,
so the plan was
to make you suspicious
by having Britt sneak off
with all of your friends.
- And once you guys started
snooping around, he pretended
the party was for Avery,
which we knew you'd crash.
- It was all Toots's idea.
- [sighs]
Is everybody saying it?
all: Yes.
- So, I guess...
- Surprise, mates!
- How'd you get out?
- You covered me
in peanut butter.
I slipped right out.
- I can't believe you went
to all that trouble, Britt.
That was really nice.
- Hm.
- Oh--sorry we socked
and peanut butter'd you.
- Yeah, it's the kind of thing
we normally do
to our closest friends
and family,
so...welcome to the family.
- [chuckles]
And speaking of family,
let's get this party started
with a little karaoke!
[all cheering]
Ah, this microphone's
got a little dust on it.
- Is that Dicky's sock?
- Our first number will
be a little song
called "We Are Fa..."
- Toots!
- He'll be fine.
- Yeah.
[cheerful rock music]
- ♪ 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! ♪