[upbeat music]
- Today, let us remember
that the tragic fire
that destroyed our beloved café
is an awesome opportunity
to turn it into something cool
and upgrade our social lives.
- I know we all have ideas
about how to rebuild,
so let's fight
over whose idea is best
and then decide to do mine.
May I present--
- Why do you get to go first?
- Simple.
I own an easel.
May I present--
- So you brought
that one from home?
- This is my store easel.
May I--
- Don't you have one
at school?
- Okay, fine!
I'm an easel guy.
So what?
I'm also an idea guy.
Presenting--
Ricky's Science of Sports Café.
- Wow.
That was a waste
of all your easels.
Now,
envision a café
where the tabletops look
like soccer fields
and the waiters only serve food
with their feet.
- Ew!
- Feet?
- Nasty.
- I'm proposing
a sports nutrition café
that features
a carbo-loading buffet,
a protein shake bar,
and...
a cold-pressed juicery.
Please clap.
- They're holding their applause
for my idea.
What we need
is an extreme sports café
with an extreme mini-ramp,
extreme cheerleaders--
- Couldn't you at least have
taken the pizza out of the box?
- That's not just a pizza.
That's the floor.
This is gonna be the first café
where you can not only eat
off the floor--
you can eat the floor.
Mmm.
Delicious floor.
So when do we start building?
- We're not building
a pizza floor.
- Well, we're
definitely not doing science.
- Soccer is the world's
most popular sport.
- You can't do sports
without nutrition.
- Why do I even come
to these meetings?
They always end the same way.
- Okay, really?
- You know what?
Stay out of this meeting.
- Come on, seriously?
Okay, do you not think
that this is a dumb idea?
[indistinct arguing]
- Kids.
Kids!
You can stop arguing.
Your dad and I
have already decided
what we're doing with the cafe.
- Picture this.
The menacing feathers
of a bird of prey.
The razor's edge
of steel blades.
The shimmering majesty
of a skin-tight
sequined body suit.
- We're finally fulfilling
our dream
and opening a café dedicated
to the danger and elegance of...
both: Ice dancing!
all: Ice dancing?
both: Ice dancing!
- Normally,
I don't like to get caught up
in your family nonsense,
but I got to ask--
are you joking?
Are you not joking?
- The Dancing Harpers
never joke.
Anne?
[Tchaikovsky's
"Waltz of the Flowers" playing]
- An ice dancing café?
None of our friends are gonna
want to eat there.
- We've been living with this
shame our entire lives.
- They're taking
the tragedy of a fire
and turning it
into something bad.
- Ice dancing is lame.
- Super lame.
- It's not even a sport.
- I mean,
how could something on ice
be so uncool?
- Come on, guys,
maybe they'll find a way
to make it cool.
- [yelling]
[crashing]
- Or maybe not.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[whistling]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[upbeat music]
- Come on, Mom.
We have some really good ideas
for this place.
- Honey, I'm sure your ideas
are wonderful,
but this has been a dream
of ours for a long, long time.
- Yep. We're gonna display our
costumes, pictures, and trophies
so we can share with the public
the glory of the best days
of our lives.
That is, up until the point
you came into our lives.
- If this has always been your
dream, why'd you wait so long?
- Well, there's always been
one thing stopping us.
- [snorts]
Just one?
- Yes, the most important
piece of our history:
our missing practice skates.
But we made a solemn promise
that one day,
we'd find them and display them
in our very own
ice dancing wonderland.
- But this is Tom's Get Sporty.
Shouldn't the new café be less
sequiny and feathery
and more, oh, I don't know,
sporty?
- What says "sporty" more than--
both: Ice dancing?
- Now we just need
to head up to the mountains
and get our skates
from the place we used to work.
The old Check Please Roadhouse.
- So let me get this straight.
Once you get those skates,
this place turns into
an ice dancing wonderland?
- Yep.
No skates, no glory.
- And we crave glory.
[both exclaiming]
- Guys, we have got to get those
skates before Mom and Dad do
and get rid of 'em.
No skates,
no embarrassing
ice dancing café.
Easy peasy.
Mae,
cover for us while we're gone.
- You know I can't lie
to grown-ups.
I always get nervous
and do that weird laugh.
- Mae, do you know
where the kids went?
- No.
[giggles awkwardly]
- What's so funny?
- Nothing.
[giggling]
I have to go to the bathroom.
- Well, as soon as we
find the kids,
we can get on the road, huh?
- Yeah.
Honey, I'm a little nervous
about going back
to Check Please.
- Oh, come on, honey.
There's nothing to worry about.
Times have changed.
People are much more open-minded
these days.
Everybody accepts ice dancers.
[indistinct chatter]
- All right.
We get the skates
and then get home
before Mom and Dad
even know we're gone.
Easy peasy.
Oh, uh, excuse me.
We're looking
for some information
about some people
who used to work here.
Tom and Anne.
They were ice dancers.
[all gasping]
- Did you say "ice dancers"?
'Cause this here's
a hockey hangout.
We don't like dirty ice dancers.
- Oh, come on.
Settle down, Zach Le'Ben.
They didn't say
they liked ice dancers.
In fact, it looks like
they got a beef with them.
You guys got a beef
with them, right?
- Yep.
- Beef.
- Big beef.
- Yeah.
- Lots of meat.
- I like beef.
I miss it.
- Oh!
- You know,
I might remember Tom and Anne.
- Wait, what do you mean,
"might"?
- Well, the more you order,
the mightier my memory gets.
- Fine.
We'll share some extra-hot
Detroit Red Wings.
- I'm remembering Tom.
- And a couple of Calgary
flame-broiled burgers.
- Ah, yes,
Tom and Anne.
I'll put your order in.
- We said "easy peasy."
But now I'm shaking
in my kneesies.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Oh oh oh ♪
[upbeat music]
[whistling]
- Now, where were we?
- Well, we were right here,
and you were right...
there.
- Oh, right.
Tom and Anne.
Now, they weren't like
the others who hung out here.
They were ice dancers.
Skating under the radar
in a world ruled by the Mullets.
- Wait, what's a mullet?
- Not what.
Who.
Hanson, Branson,
Danson, and Smith,
four mean and nasty
hockey players
known
for their mullet hairstyle.
Business in the front
and par-tay in the back.
- No business here.
Just par-tay!
- Anyway, the Mullets thought
ice dancing was lame.
- It's not lame.
It's super lame.
- It's not even a sport.
- You sound like the Mullets.
In fact, you four kind of look
like they did back in the day.
Let me take you back
to that day.
It was the 1990s.
Just like today,
except phones weren't smart,
but people still were.
[rock music]
- Yeah!
- Mullets in the house!
[all cheering]
- Can I get my check please?
- I'll give you a hockey check.
Ha-ha!
- [grunts]
- What is this?
- Hey!
Why is our table dirty?
- Ah, hockey sticks.
Waitress!
- Sorry, I'll take care of it
right away.
Ooh.
Hi.
- Tables in here
used to be clean.
- I can't stand a dirty table!
- Only thing worse
than a dirty table
is a dirty ice dancer!
[laughter]
You haven't seen any,
have you?
- Oh, no, believe me.
You Mullets would be
the first to know
if I saw any ice dancers.
- Dirty!
Ice dancers.
- Right.
- Dirty,
dirty ice dancers.
- Hear that?
She threw in an extra "dirty."
She's all right.
all: Yeah!
- Guess those dirty ice dancers
know better
than to show their dirty
ice-dancing faces around here.
- Well, if they ever do,
we're gonna open up
a big can of Mullet justice!
all: Yeah!
- Mullet justice.
Your table's ready.
- Tom?
- What?
- What if those mullets find out
we're ice dancers?
They'll turn everyone
in this place against us.
We'll lose our jobs.
You'll probably lose some teeth.
[both gasp]
The nationals are on TV.
You need your pearly whites.
- I do have beautiful teeth.
- [sighs]
- I don't care
what those Mullets think.
We will not skate
in the shadows anymore.
I am a winner.
- [gasps]
Oh, Tom, your foolishness
is only outdone by your talent.
- I swear
on our practice skates,
someday we're gonna break free
of this place
and open our own
ice dancing café.
[exclaims]
Because this
should never have to hide.
- [gasps]
- Just like me,
the patty stuck the landing.
Order up!
- Wow.
They were so brave.
- Brave?
They were playing with fire.
- And the whole time,
no one knew they were
"you-know-what's"?
- Ice dancers.
- [laughs nervously]
Are lame!
Grr!
- Yes,
they were playing with fire.
But when you play with fire
too long, you get burned.
- Ice dancers!
both: Aah!
- We don't want any trouble!
- We just want to be free
to skate our way too.
I mean, isn't there enough room
on the ice for everybody?
- No! Hockey rules.
Ice dancers drool.
- [screams]
- We don't tolerate ice dancers
in here.
- My daddy never did.
His daddy never did.
His daddy's mama did,
but she was a progressive woman.
Anyway, it's just the way
it's always been!
- You know what?
We should build a wall
around this place
to keep you ice dancers out!
- We don't have the money
for that.
- Doesn't matter.
We'll make the ice dancers
pay for it.
- Yeah!
all: Mullets!
Mullets! Mullets!
- Can't we all just skate along?
- The wall just got
10 feet taller!
- Boom!
all: Mullets! Mullets!
Mullets!
- You better run.
You don't want
any of that Mullet justice.
- Why are you helping us?
- Because I was once young
and in love and had dreams
of ice dancing too.
- Oh!
- [grunts]
- Go on!
Get!
[both exclaiming]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
so they just ran out of there?
- If you let me finish--
- What about their dreams
of winning the nationals?
- Can I just finish?
- You were in love?
- I have other customers.
- Who paid for the wall?
- I'm just gonna finish.
Tom and Anne were able to duck
under a table and hide...
[all chanting "Mullets!"]
- Tom, the only way to calm
that angry mob
is to stand up to those Mullets.
I mean, they're just kids.
- There's four of them, Anne,
and they're crazy!
Just promise me
if we ever have kids,
we won't have four.
- Ugh, promise.
- Where'd they go?
- Just in case we don't
make it out of here,
there's something I want
everybody to know,
or at least anybody
who climbs under this table.
- [grunts]
- [exclaims]
- Well, what do we got here?
- [laughs]
- "Tom loves Anne"?
- [gasps]
You do?
- [chuckles]
- I love--
- Knock it off!
This is a hockey hangout.
There's no love.
- Yeah.
We may hug after a goal,
but there's no love.
- Now, are you gonna
get up and leave
on your own?
- Or are we gonna have to
check you outta here?
- We're going!
- Oh, no.
You go.
The skates stay.
- Now scram, Brace Face.
- But--
- He said "Scram, Brace Face."
Come on.
- Okay.
I just, um--
I left the stove on.
all: Get out!
- And we never want to
see your kind in here again!
Ha!
all: Mullets! Mullets!
♪ ♪
- Remember, they never wanted
"to see our kind
in there again"?
So we'll just go in there
as their kind.
- I can't see anything
under this helmet,
but going undercover
to Check Please just might work.
- Yep, we'll just waltz in,
grab the skates, and waltz out.
- Waltz, Tom?
- Oh, dang it, Anne.
I just can't hide
my true nature.
- Mae, are you hiding?
- No.
[giggling awkwardly]
- Okay, well, we're about to
get on the road.
Do you know where
the kids are?
- No.
[giggling awkwardly]
Okay, fine.
Here's the truth.
- ♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪
- ♪ La, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
- Wow, I can't believe
how mean those Mullets were
to Mom and Dad.
- I can't believe
I ate all those wings
and a burger.
Mm.
[groans]
But what about the skates?
What happened to the skates?
- Oh, I don't want any trouble.
If you really must know,
ask them.
- Mullets in the house!
- [laughs]
[half-hearted cheers]
[laughs]
[both grunt]
- Wow, that hair really is
a party in the back.
- They don't look so mean.
Maybe they've changed.
- Our table's dirty!
[laughs evilly]
- Or maybe they stayed
the same.
- Nothing worse
than a dirty table.
- Except dirty ice dancers.
- Yeah.
[both laugh]
- Ooh, guess we'll grab
some waiting wings.
[all laugh]
- Pfft.
Ice dancing.
Lame.
- Super lame.
- Not even a sport!
- How can something that's done
on the ice be so uncool?
- Whoa.
They sound just like us.
- We never said that.
- We said exactly that.
About Mom and Dad.
- Well, not in a mean way.
- What other way is there?
- Look,
I hate to say this, guys, but...
we're exactly like
those Mullets.
- I don't see it.
- Maybe we should
forget about the skates.
- No.
We're still getting the skates,
but not to keep them
from Mom and Dad.
To give them to Mom and Dad.
They had a dream,
and we're gonna make
that dream come true.
- Yeah.
- Let's do it.
- It burns!
- Wipe it off.
- But I'm not done.
Mmm. Mmm.
[upbeat music]
- These L.A. Kings crabs
are great.
I love food
that comes with a hammer.
[all laugh and grunt]
- Wow, I cannot believe it.
You guys are the famous Mullets!
- Is it true you guys once ran
a dirty ice-dancing duo
out of here?
- Sorry, you're gonna have
to be more specific.
- Yeah, 'cause we've
run countless
dirty ice-dancing duos
outta here.
[all laugh]
- Well, these two worked here
and--I can't believe
how awesome this is--
but supposedly,
you stole their skates?
all: Oh yeah.
- That must have been
beautiful.
- It wasn't terrible,
and don't touch me.
- So what did you guys do
with those skates?
- We put them
in the perfect spot
to remind ice dancers
of their place in the world.
- [laughs evilly]
- Yup, for the last 20-odd years
they've been in the men's room
holding the toilet paper!
[all laugh]
- Hey, we should go
check out those skates!
- Let's do it.
- Yeah.
- Good, 'cause those
Detroit Red Wings
and that Calgary
Flame-broiled burger
are headed for a shoot out,
if you know what I mean.
[all laugh]
- Oh, I get it, man.
- What does he mean?
both: I don't know.
- All right,
let's get out of here.
Wait, why didn't you
take the paper off?
- We have no idea
how they got it on!
- Let's just go.
- Nice meeting you guys!
all: Dicky!
- Nice meeting you, too.
Hey, what are you doing
with our toilet skates?
- Run!
- Hey!
- Somebody stop those brats!
- Get outta there!
- Oh, here we go again.
- Hey, check it out.
"Tom loves Anne."
This is their table!
- You've got
till the count of three.
One!
- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna use the thing
they hate most against them.
- Three!
- All right, hand 'em over.
- No.
These skates aren't yours.
They belong to our mom and dad.
You may remember them as
the waitress and Brace Face.
The dirty ice dancers.
- [gasps]
That makes you
the spawn of dirty ice dancers.
- And proud of it.
- [gasps]
Ice dancing is one of the most
hard-core sports there is.
[all laugh]
You think you gotta be tough
to play hockey?
Check this out.
[Tchaikovsky's
"Waltz of the Flowers"]
[both scoff]
- Nicky...
♪ ♪
- Ooh, look.
They're gonna impress us
with your fancy spins?
[grunts]
- Whoa!
- Dude, you just got decked
by a kid!
[grunts]
- Whoa.
You guys are pathetic.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
- Looks like you're
all out of brothers.
This is gonna be fun.
- Yes, yes, it is.
- I need you guys
to settle down here.
- Aw, hockey sticks.
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Okay, let's get outta here!
- There any dirty ice dancers
in here?
- There better not be!
Or we'll check 'em
right out the door!
[grunts]
all: [distorted voice]
Wait!
[all gasp]
- I told 'em twenty years ago
to turn that stove off!
- [sighs]
What're we gonna do now?
- Well, it's not your skates,
but hopefully it'll do.
- You know what?
This table is even better.
- You're mom's right,
and the fact that
you used ice dancing moves
against The Mullets
makes it even sweeter.
[all chuckle]
- Dawn just chucked us
like rag dolls.
- I mean, what can I say?
I've got mom's strength.
- And your father's beauty.
- [laughs]
You know, maybe you were born
to be an ice dancer.
- Maybe I was,
and that wouldn't be that bad.
- Oh, and thanks for using
our ideas in the new café.
- Yeah, now we've got a café...
- Oh!
- That includes everybody.
- Yeah.
- all: Three, two, one!
- Come on in, everybody.
[cheers and applause]
[gasps]
- Oh!
Maia Shibutani?
- Alex Shibutani?
- Anne Harper?
- Tom Harper?
- The Shib Sibs!
- The Harp...ers.
- You guys are ice dancing
champions!
- Whoa, whoa,
you know our parents?
- Know them?
They're legends.
- And we wanted to check out
their new café.
- Let me ask you.
Would you eat a floor
if it were made of pizza?
- Heck yeah!
In fact, I've always dreamed
of ice dancing on pizza.
- This guy gets it.
- See?
I told you.
Ice dancers can be cool.
- Hey, can we show you
some of our moves?
Maybe you can use them
in your next routine.
- Yeah.
- Oh.
Nicky.
- [grunts and thuds]
- My easels!
- Everyone thinks it's so easy.
- Why does he have
three easels?
- Like I said,
this guy gets it.
- Still got it.
♪♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
♪ 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! ♪