♪♪
- Sweet silence
of a quad-less house.
- [sighs]
I love it when the kids spend
the weekend at your mother's.
- Oh, I wish it was
a longer weekend.
- Oh.
- Uh, hello?
- You know we're
standing here, right?
both: [inhale deeply]
[exhale]
- Hey, kids!
Welcome home.
- We missed you so much.
These weekends are way too long.
- Whoo-hoo!
Oh, Tommy, Tommy,
my little salami.
Get over here
and hug your mommy.
- Uh-huh.
I hate it when you call me
your little salami.
I'm a big salami now.
- Anybody else never
want to eat salami again?
- Thanks for letting
me sleep over.
You know I'm--I'm not
the best driver in the dark.
But in the day, people are
always honking and waving at me.
- Oh, yeah,
they're waving, Grammy.
- Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go make
a deposit in my local branch.
- He has to make a doody.
- He never goes at Grammy's.
The porcelain figurines
in her bathroom freak him out.
- Especially when we whisper
through the vent
to make him think
that they're talking.
- We see you.
- Other than tormenting their
brother, did the kids behave?
- Of course they did.
They're Grammy's little angels.
- We're always on
our best behavior
when we're at Grammy's house.
- That's only because
if you behave,
she rewards you
with some really cool gift.
- What?
- That's not true.
- Frankly, I'm insulted.
- Yeah.
- So did we get
our good-behavior gift yet?
- Well, I was gonna
unpack first.
all: Ugh.
- But I guess I could
give it to you now.
all: Yay!
- No, you know what, Mom?
They can wait.
all: Ugh.
- Seriously, why do we
even bother behaving?
- Do you even hear yourselves?
You shouldn't have to be
rewarded for good behavior.
Good behavior is its own reward.
- And it is, Father.
But is this really fair
to Grandmother, whose one joy
is seeing the smiles on her
little grandchildren's faces
when we open
her thoughtful gift?
- How could you do this
to your own mother?
Shame on you, Tommy Salami.
- Mommy, I'm sorry.
- Snap out of it, Salami,
the kids are playing you.
You can open
that gift tomorrow.
- And only if we get some of
that "Grandma's house" behavior
in our own house.
- Come on, Grammy, are you going
to support Salami's baloney?
- Whatever your
parents say goes.
Their house,
their rules.
- You know what,
what's one more day?
We can do this.
- But before we commit,
a moment.
[whispering indistinctly]
- We'd like to know
what the gift is to see
if behaving is worth our while.
- Before we answer, a moment.
No.
all: Ugh.
- Come on, let's go
hide this gift.
- I can't behave
for another day!
- I know, I've got misbehavior
bursting out of me!
- All right, they're hiding
the gift, so we have at least
30 seconds to let this
bad behavior out.
Ready, go!
- So are you kids
ready to behave?
- [exhales]
We're ready.
But Squishy might need
another minute.
[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 music]
- And there.
That should keep you
calm and well-behaved.
- I haven't felt this safe
since I was a baby.
- Me too.
- This is ridiculous.
- I'm with Dawn.
This is stupid.
- Look, we can't stay
in these swaddles all day.
- Only 'cause you wouldn't
let Dooley diaper us.
- That was never
part of the deal.
- Everybody just unswaddle.
- Hey, Dooley, why do you
keep looking out the window?
- I'm just keeping an eye
on your neighbors' bikes.
They shouldn't leave them
on the front porch like that.
- Yeah, that's true.
The police still haven't
caught that bike thief.
He got six more this week.
- Look at them,
so exposed,
so unwatched,
so unloved.
I gotta go.
- Ah, what a guy.
Swaddling us,
protecting the
neighbors' bikes.
- That Dooley
is a giver.
- And he looks good
in a hat.
The average kid
could not pull that off.
Nope.
- Nope.
- Wait, somebody should
probably go check to make sure
the garage is locked.
Our bikes are out there.
- Forget the bikes.
We've got frozen
burritos in there!
Move.
- Your Grandma sure does
have odd taste in hats.
- That's not what the Duke
of Windsor said, Mae.
And he knows hats.
- You know the Duke of
Windsor, Grammy Harper?
- That's her dog.
- But he does know hats.
- Now, you kids just keep
behaving yourselves
while Grammy watches
her stories.
[laughs]
That cute little fella
lives in a pineapple.
- Guys, you won't believe
what I found in the garage.
- Grandma's gift.
- Better: chimichangas.
- No, Grandma's gift.
- Oh, yeah, I found that too.
- Why did you bring it in here?
- 'Cause I need to heat it up.
- Not the chimichanga, the gift.
- That too.
It was in the freezer
behind the chimichangas.
- Ooh, don't open that.
- You gotta vent it, dude.
- Not the chimichanga!
We're not supposed to
have that present
until we behave.
- Well, Mom and Dad are out
running errands.
Now's our chance.
- Yeah, don't you want
to know what's in there?
- I already know.
A little chimi, a little changa.
- Dicky, we will never be
talking about the chimichanga!
- Then stop asking about it.
[microwave beeping]
- I don't see this going well.
- What, us opening the gift?
- No, Dicky microwaving
the chimichanga.
Four minutes on high?
That thing's gonna blow.
- I'm gonna go
put this back.
- Oh, no,
you're not.
- Come on, stay strong.
What's one more day?
all: Ugh.
- Look, we're just gonna open it
and see what's inside.
- We can't.
- Why not?
What's the worst
that could happen?
- "What's the worst
that could happen"?
"What's the worst
that could happen"?
I'll tell you the worst
that could happen.
Seriously?
You're not even gonna
listen to me tell you what's
the worst that could happen?
- You didn't listen to us
when we told you
to stay in the kitchen.
- Relax, we're just gonna
delicately open
the wrapping paper,
see how awesome it is,
and then delicately
close it back up.
- You can't.
[all gasp]
- Thanks for opening
the present, Ricky.
- [gasp]
all: A drone!
- Okay, well, now we know
what it is, so let's just
find a way
to rewrap it and...
put it back.
- Or, you know, we could
fly it around for a minute.
- Or two.
- Yeah, what could happen
in a minute?
- Or two?
- You can't even cook a
chimichanga in a minute or two.
- Unless you're following
the directions.
- Come on, guys.
This is wrong.
Mae, back me up here.
- Oh, no, this genie's
out of the bottle.
I say we fly this sucker
till the chimichanga blows.
[drone whirring]
all: Oooh.
Ahh.
- All right, you've ooh-ed,
you've ahh-ed,
now let's put it
back in the box.
- Careful, Ricky,
the remote is sensitive.
- I got this.
This "L" obviously means "land."
[whirring]
- [gasps]
[crash]
- Or "left."
- Well, it definitely
left the garage.
- And left a hole
in the window.
- And left our yard.
- Speaking of things
that are out of here,
I'm out of here.
- Nice job, Ricky.
And you were worried
just opening it was
the worst that could happen.
- Ricky needs
to be swaddled.
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- This is where the
"Track My Drone" app
says it should be.
- Hey, isn't this
Dooley's house?
- Should we call him
to see if he's home?
- Okay.
Dooley!
Yo, Dooley!
Nope, not home.
- We should probably
go, then.
Here we go.
Why aren't we going?
- Because the drone's in there.
- And we're out here.
- I get it, but breaking
into Dooley's backyard
is just going to get us
into more trouble.
We should go home
and come clean.
- We don't have
to come clean.
You're the one
who did everything.
- Fine, I will accept
responsibility
for unwrapping
the package.
- And losing the drone.
- And breaking the window.
- And breaking the wind.
- And breaking the--
hey, you can't
pin that on me.
Fine, it was me.
But I will not just
stand idly by and allow you
to commit the crime
of breaking and--
[grunts]
Entering.
- Boy, you are just getting into
all kinds of trouble today.
[gasps]
There it is.
- Oh.
- I am not a witness to this.
- Uh, guys, you might wanna
come take a look at this.
- Whoa, that's a big tarp.
- Not the tarp, the bikes.
- Whoa, six bikes.
- I'm not looking at anything.
[crashing]
I just knocked over
six bikes, didn't I?
- No, just five.
[crash]
- Now it's six.
- Why does Dooley
have all these bikes?
- He loves bikes.
You saw the way
he was lovingly eyeing
those bikes across the street.
- Yeah, he's a giver.
- Maybe he's not a giver.
Maybe he's a taker.
- What are you saying, Ricky?
- I'm saying
maybe Dooley...
is the bike thief.
- Oh, come on.
You've seen the hat.
That is not the hat
of a bike thief.
- It's also not the hat
of a kid who rides
a Princess Peek-A-Boo bike.
- It's obviously
his sister's.
See? The license plate
says "Katie."
- His sister's name is Julie.
- His sister's name
is Julie Dooley?
- No, Dooley is his first name.
- I thought it was
his last name.
- We don't even know his name.
- Sure we do.
It's Dooley Dooley.
- No, it's Dooley Bike Thief.
- Aha!
So Dooley is his first name.
- And maybe he's not
just a bike thief.
Maybe he's an everything thief.
- I mean, it would explain
how he gets whatever he wants
whenever he wants it.
- Yeah, and every time
we ask him where he gets
his stuff, he just says,
"I got a guy."
- He doesn't "got a guy,"
he is the guy.
- How can a guy who looks
so good in a hat
be so bad in a hat?
- We have to call the cops.
- No, then you'll
have to admit that you
broke into the backyard.
- Which will lead you
to admitting that you lost
the drone and broke the window
and opened the present.
- You're kind of
a monster, dude.
- You're right.
We can't call the cops,
but we can't just let Dooley
get away with this.
- So here's what we're gonna do.
To keep everybody
out of trouble,
we're gonna take these bikes
and keep them in our garage
until we can return them
to their rightful owners.
- Sounds like a plan.
- All right, let's do it.
- All right.
- You know, it's going to
feel really good to return
this bike and put a smile
on little Katie's face.
[clanking]
I am a monster.
[bell pings]
♪ ♪
- There, good as new.
Mom and Dad will never suspect.
- Neither will Katie.
- Hey, is this
Katie's kickstand?
- Let me see.
[crashing]
- I'm gonna go with yes.
- Well, at least you didn't
ruin Grandma's present.
- Oh, that was close.
[smash]
Uh, hey, uh,
probably still good.
[whirring]
[thud]
Yep, still good.
♪ ♪
- Okay, the present is rewrapped
and back in the freezer.
The battery's been removed,
we blame the broken window
on a bird, the bikes are fixed,
now all we have to do
is find the owners.
- What are we gonna do
about Dooley?
- Forget about Dooley.
He's a no-good thief.
- No, I mean,
he's right outside.
- Do you think
he sees us?
- That's how windows work.
- You think he knows
we took his stolen bikes?
- Why else would he be here?
- Man, he looks good
in that hat.
- Guys.
- Okay, everybody relax.
Let's just open the door
and see what he wants.
Hey, Dooley!
- No time for small talk.
I am in huge trouble.
- Don't worry,
you're still young.
There's still time
to change your ways.
- What? No, I must've left
my back gate open,
and the bike thief stole
my dad's bike collection.
But what do you mean by
"change my ways"?
- What do you mean
"your dad's bike collection"?
- My dad's a bike collector.
- [gasps]
- No further questions.
- That thief even stole
his vintage
Princess Peek-A-Boo bike.
My dad is going to be
so mad at me.
I could be grounded forever.
What am I going to do?
- Uh, maybe, the thief,
or thieves, will realize
they made a huge mistake,
return the bike, and possibly
even apologize to the one
who's been advising them
against their
life of crime all along.
- Or maybe the one
who thinks he's in charge
will realize
he's mostly to blame.
- Uh, whatever.
If you see anybody suspicious
in the neighborhood,
let me know.
And if you
never see me again...
Dicky, I want you
to have my hat.
- Whoa.
I hope we never
see you again.
- Dooley, we're going
to see you again.
You're just gonna get
your dad's bikes back,
and everything is
going to be okay.
- Thanks, it's nice to know
that there are still
some good people
in the world.
Welcome home.
[sighs]
- All right, we have
to get those bikes
back to Dooley
without him knowing.
[all screaming]
Somebody stole
Dooley's bikes.
- Now that's the worst
that could happen.
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
- I can't believe someone stole
the bikes we stole.
- What kind of world
do we live in?
- The garage door
was closed.
How'd they even get in?
[glass clatters]
Oh, right.
- Look, we have to get
those bikes back.
- What if we get a bike
from Get Sporty and use that
as bait for the thief?
Then when he shows up
to steal the bike,
we can follow him back
to his hideout and take
Dooley's bikes back.
- That makes no sense.
- I've got an idea.
What if we get a bike
from Get Sporty and use it
as bait for the thief?
And then when he shows up
to steal the bike,
we follow him back to his lair
and take Dooley's bikes back.
- Genius.
- That's exactly
what I just said.
- You never said "lair."
all: Psh, "hideout."
♪
- I don't like this.
Look, I know this was originally
my idea that Dawn stole--
- Improved.
- Whatever. Are you sure
we should be doing this?
I mean, we're basically stealing
a bike from Mom and Dad.
- Look, Ricky,
we're only borrowing the bike.
We're gonna return it
after we steal it back
from the bike thief
who's gonna steal it from us.
- Hideout plan sounds
a lot less risky.
all: Psh, "hideout."
- Ricky's plans are the best,
Ricky's plans are the best,
Ricky's plans are the best.
♪ ♪
- Okay, we've got the bait.
Now all we have to do
is hide and wait for the thief
to do his thing.
- Uh-oh, what did I do with
the keys to the store?
Help me look.
- Forget the keys,
where's the bike?
- Forget the bike,
where's the window?
Oh, that's right.
Ricky broke it.
♪ ♪
- I can't believe
that bike thief stole that bike
without us even seeing him.
- Yeah, well, we would've
seen him if Ricky
hadn't distracted us
wondering where he left
the keys to the store.
- Maybe those keys will work.
- On the bright side,
I mean, that's probably
the worst that could happen.
Or this is.
- We've been robbed.
- They took everything.
- They took her head!
- Well, at least
we still have the keys.
- Well, that's a relief.
- Oh, wait,
where did I put them?
Oh, right, they're still
in the door.
Hmm, well,
wherever that door is,
they're still in it.
[clink]
- Who put this bull's-eye here?
- Ahh, ahh, what's going on?
- Let us out of here!
- Are you guys okay?
- Wait, who did this?
- I did.
all: Dooley?
- You're the bike thief?
- No, I am.
all: Grammy?
- Good behavior
isn't its own reward,
a reward is its own reward.
Like one for catching criminals,
which is why I am framing you.
Got 'em, officers.
[laughs]
- Wait.
- There's your bike thieves.
Now give me my reward.
- Here you go, ma'am.
Two dozen new
porcelain figurines
for your bathroom.
- Ooh, so worth it.
Take 'em away.
Oh, not this one.
He's innocent.
- But, Grammy, I was the one
who did everything.
- Oh, shh.
You don't want to go to jail.
You'd never be able to make
a doody there.
- No, don't take us away!
- It's all Ricky's fault!
- Please don't take us away!
- Don't take us away!
- And you'd keep saying
"don't take us away."
Now that's the worst
that could happen.
[splat]
- Ahh!
[beeping]
- My chimichanga's ready.
- Told you four minutes
was too long.
- That was a very entertaining
little story, Ricky.
- Yeah, but how's that
the worst that could happen?
In your fantasy,
you got away with everything
while we got taken away.
- You don't understand.
It's the worst
that could've happened
because you got taken away.
- Oh, please.
- Really, that's why I'm always
trying to get you to behave.
The worst thing
that could possibly happen
to me is losing you guys.
I don't want anything
to ever split us up.
- Wow, Ricky, that's--
that's actually kind of nice.
- I'm touched, dude.
- [laughs]
- Don't worry,
nothing's ever
gonna split us up.
- [laughs]
Look at them.
- You know what, I was wrong.
- [laughs]
- Their good behavior
isn't its own reward.
It's our reward.
- Maybe we should let them
open the present now.
- Ugh, looks like
they've already started.
- Hey, who took this
out of the freezer?
- We all did it.
- Together.
- And we'll all take the blame.
- Together.
- Who exploded a chimichanga
in the microwave?
all: Uh, Mae did it!
- Oh, that's just chimi-wronga.
♪ ♪
- ♪ 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! ♪