[upbeat rock music]
- I am so excited for
the carnival this Saturday.
- Guys! Guess what
they're having at the carnival?
A Deep Fry Anything booth!
- Will they deep fry an apple?
- Yes!
- Will they deep fry
a bologna sandwich?
- Yes!
- Will they deep fry
a soccer ball?
- They will deep fry anything!
It's literally in the name.
- [scoffs]
Who'd wanna deep fry
a soccer ball?
- You're the one who asked!
- You seem pretty angry
about this fry booth thing.
- You know what?
30 seconds ago, I was
around that corner thinking,
"Man, when I tell them
about this deep fry booth,
they're gonna be
just as excited as I am."
But you know what?
Just like that time I found
a practically unused spatula
in the woods,
you ruined this as well.
- It had blood on it.
- Could've been sauce!
- Okay, nobody is ruining
this carnival for anybody.
We have waited too long.
I mean, it's finally
our year to be
the oldest kids
at the carnival.
boys: Yeah!
- I mean, since first grade,
we have looked at
those older kids and thought,
"Wow, I wish I was having
as much fun as them."
boys: Yeah!
- And this year, we are them.
boys: Yeah!
- And this year,
I'm finally gonna win
that stuffed banana
with a face on it.
- What is it with you?
Every year, you blow
an entire month's allowance
on game tickets trying to win
that stupid banana.
- It's not stupid.
It's wearing glasses.
- Harpers.
all: Principal Tarian.
- [clears throat]
- Oh.
all: Shelly.
- Shelly...
what do you say?
She's not a morning turtle.
- Jackpot!
Free game tickets.
That big,
smart banana's mine.
- What, Dicky--
what are you doing?
You cannot keep those tickets.
- I'm not gonna keep them.
I'm gonna spend them.
We're all gonna spend them.
- There are so many tickets.
[gasps]
I could deep fry the tickets.
- And I could ride
the rides over and over.
Uh, no, no, no, no, no.
That's a slippery slope
to nowhere.
Which is a ride I could ride
if I had these tickets.
No, it's wrong.
- Dawn's right!
We don't want to wind up
like The Dozer.
He probably started
by stealing carnival tickets,
now he's bulldozing that kid
right into the wall.
- Ricky's right.
So give me the tickets.
- No, me!
- No, me.
- It's not what it looks like.
- It's never what it looks like
with you four.
But don't worry,
you'll plenty of time
to sort it all out
when you're in detention
this Saturday.
- Ooh!
Ah...
Saturday's not gonna work.
We have a carnival thing.
- Not...
any...
more.
I ran out of words.
- Great!
The one year
we get to be the oldest kids
at the carnival,
we don't get to go!
- Speak for yourselves.
I'm one failed math test away
from being right back here
next year.
Who's a smart one now?
[upbeat music]
- ♪ ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
- This is something
I never thought I'd see.
The joint,
the slammer,
the big house,
the pokey,
the clink,
the gray bar hotel.
- Ooh, sounds fancy.
- We're in jail!
- Sorry, kids.
You did the crime.
Now you have to do the time.
- No!
Dicky did the crime,
Nicky agreed to it,
I was on the fence,
and Ricky didn't stop us.
- Yeah!
So he's really the only one
who should be in here.
- I'm so ashamed.
- Well,
you got into this together,
so you're gonna have to
get through it together.
And if it makes you feel
any better,
your father and I aren't
gonna be having any fun, either.
We're gonna be running the
Get Sporty game booth all day.
- Anne! They're deep frying
everything down there.
Look at my sunglasses.
- Oh.
Working hard, huh?
How's your vision, Dad?
- [laughs]
- 20/delicious.
- No, Tom!
You cannot eat that.
- Oh, you're right.
I need them to see.
[chuckles]
- Oh!
See you on the outside.
Just go ahead and eat them!
- That should be us out there
deep frying things that have
no business being deep fried.
- I guess we're just
gonna have to try and forget
about that carnival.
[kids screaming,
rollercoaster whooshing]
Oh, are you kidding me?
The Slippery Slope to Nowhere
is right outside the window?
- This is torture.
- I can't believe I'm stuck
in this hoosegow.
- Yeah,
we're all in this moose cow.
- Hoosegow.
- I don't know whose cow.
You're the one
who brought it up.
- Knock it off!
Mom's right.
We need to stick together.
[overlapping chatter]
- Here come the other inmates.
Don't let them see your fear.
It's The Dozer.
He's serving
the 18th Saturday
of a 24-Saturday sentence.
- I know her!
That's Texting Tina.
She's in for texting in class.
They say she's got the fastest
thumbs in three counties.
- Uh-oh!
Don't look now.
Here comes Johnny Meatballs.
Nobody knows what he's in for,
but...
rumor has it...
it has something to do
with meatballs.
- I would hope so.
- Look at all them.
The bad kids.
- What are you lookin' at?
- Oh--
- The bad kids.
- He didn't mean that,
Mr. Meatballs.
- It's Mr. Onatoppa-Bascetti
to you.
- [chuckles nervously]
Mr. Onatoppa-Bascetti.
Is that Italian?
- Greek-Italian.
Mother Greek,
father Italian.
- Oh?
You must tan beautifully.
- I do!
[all sigh]
- That was weirdly terrifying!
- Yeah, why was he so intense
about his tan?
- Okay, we just need
to keep our heads down
for the rest of the day.
- Hey!
- [yells]
- You're in my seat.
- I am so sorry!
[exhales]
[kids screaming,
rollercoaster whooshing]
- This is gonna be a long day.
♪
- Tom, this is some of our
most expensive merchandise.
I thought we were giving
away this botched order of
foam fingers that say
Brenver Doncos.
- Then no one will come.
This way...
they all will come.
- Uh, and then
they will all leave
with all of our stuff.
- Oh, no, but that's
the genius, Anne.
We'll sell a bunch of
tickets for the school,
but no one's gonna win.
This rope ladder is so twisty,
it's impossible.
That's why it's called The
Impossible Twisty Rope Ladder.
When I tried it out
at the store, I was all, like,
"Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa!
Why can't I win anything?"
- Well,
it better be impossible
because we are not
giving away a $400 tent.
- [scoffs]
- Or a Jet Ski!
We don't even
carry these things!
You would have to buy it
in order to give it away.
- Anne, ju--
just watch.
Hey, uh, Mae!
[clears throat]
You wanna try your luck at The
Impossible Twisty Rope Ladder?
- Sure, why not?
- There we go.
[chuckles]
I hope she's not a sore loser.
[bells rings]
- Yay! I won!
- What?
- Please don't take the Jet Ski.
Please don't take the Jet Ski.
- I'll take the Jet Ski.
- You know what?
I probably just set it up wrong.
Okay? I-I--I'll just fix it
before anyone else gets in line.
- Hey, everybody!
This is the easiest game ever!
It's not twisty or impossible.
- [gasps]
Is that a picture
of my mother's farm?
- Oh, oh, Anne,
Anne, Anne, don't worry.
Kids don't care
about real estate.
- Mae,
I'm gonna win you a farm.
- Psst!
Ricky...
- Yes, Dawn?
- Get off my lap.
- Yes, Dawn.
- Good morning, detention-ites.
Sorry for my good mood,
but look what I won.
- [chuckles]
No glasses.
He got one of the stupid ones.
- Anyhoo,
you all know the rules.
No electronic devices.
[all groan]
- Uh, no sir,
I actually don't know the rules
because I've never been
in here before.
[laughs]
Just wanted to point that out
to everyone.
- Phone.
- But...
what if there's...
you know...
an emergency?
- What kind of emergency?
- Yeah,
what kind of emergency?
- No emergency.
Here, take my phone.
Take everyone's phone!
We're all doomed!
- Is she phantom texting?
- OMG.
What am I supposed to do
with no phone?
Angry face, angry face,
pile of poop!
- All right...
this week's punishment
is a sweet one!
[chuckling]
You'll see why that's funny
in a second.
You're gonna be
spending your time
making cotton candy
for the carnival.
You see?
Cotton candy's sweet.
Anyhoo!
Sugar goes in here...
candy comes out of there,
and then you stick 'em, bag 'em,
and out the door they go
for all the good boys and girls
to enjoy.
Any questions?
- Ooh!
- No, you can't eat it.
- Ooh!
- No, you can't make a beard
out of it.
- Ooh!
- Or a mustache.
- Ooh!
- Or bushy eyebrows.
- Ooh!
- Or armpit hair.
- He's done.
- If you can finish
all your pallets,
you'll be released
early from detention
to enjoy the rest of
the carnival.
Now if you'll excuse me,
Shelly and I are going
to get our faces painted.
- We get to go to the carnival.
- This is awesome!
- I'm coming for ya,
smart banana.
- Come on, guys, if the seven
of us work together,
we can do this.
Come on, guys, if the four
of us work together,
we can do this.
- And...
done.
- Ugh, how many is that?
- One!
- I thought we had five.
- We did!
What are you doing?
- Sending Tina
a very angry text.
Lightning bolt,
frowning face, broken heart.
♪ ♪
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
- Guys.
So uncool.
- Yeah, look,
even The Dozer agrees.
- Oh, he's not agreeing.
He's nodding off.
- I don't think so.
- Wait for it...
- [snoring]
- And there it is.
- We're never gonna
get to the carnival
if the bad kids are just
going to eat our hard work.
- Again with the bad kids.
- Well, come on.
You are,
and everybody knows it.
No offense.
- No offense taken.
Like how
you wouldn't be offended
if we called you selfish.
- Well, actually
we would be offended
because we're not selfish.
- Uh, I kinda think you are.
And everybody knows it.
- Knows what?
There's nothing to know.
- Really?
What about when you went
on the museum trip...
even though you were sick
and then got the rest
of the school sick?
- Yeah, because of you, I missed
my racquetball tournament.
- Wait.
You play racquetball?
- I think he means meatball.
- Uh, no, I don't.
And I would've been
third in the state
if I hadn't missed
that tournament.
- But we don't really
know that.
You could've had an off day.
- You're gonna have an off day.
- Okay, so we may have been
selfish that one time.
- You ruined
the school concert.
- Okay, two times.
- The class election.
- Three times.
- The morning announcements.
- You know what?
We're just gonna go with
a handful of times.
- Even now,
all you care about is yourselves
and getting out
to the carnival.
Angry face, thumbs down,
two piles of poop.
- She doubled doo-doo'd us.
- We're selfish?
At least we're doing
the detention assignment.
You're not helping at all.
- That's because we're in here
almost every weekend
and we never finish
Tarian's assignments.
- Well, we're gonna
finish that assignment
and get to that carnival.
If you guys aren't gonna help,
at least stay out of the way.
- Oh,
we'll stay out of the way.
We'll be over here...
enjoying the show.
- Yeah, and just whatever
you do...
[whispers]
Don't wake The Dozer.
- I wonder what happens
if we wake The Dozer?
[all chuckle]
[fly buzzing]
- I vote for
not waking The Dozer.
♪ ♪
- ♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la,
la, la, la ♪
- Tom, you said
you set the game up wrong.
Can you fix it?
- Yes, I can.
- [sighs]
- I have just the thing.
[bell rings]
- I'll take the toolbox!
- I no longer have the thing.
- [groans]
Okay, well, if the ladder
isn't the obstacle,
then we need to be
the obstacle.
- What are you saying, Anne?
- This.
- Oh.
- Hey, you can't poke me!
- Our game, our rules!
- Yeah!
- You want my mother's farm?
You've gotta get through me.
[yells]
Whoo-hoo!
[both laughing]
- Who's number one now?
[bell rings]
- I am.
And I'll take the farm.
- Come on, guys, we almost
have five pallets filled.
- Uh-oh.
We're running low on sugar.
- We have to reload
if we want to finish.
- But the only bag
is on the top shelf!
- Top shelf?
Why would Principal Tarian
put it all the way up there?
[shimmering tone]
- Shelly?
Shelly, you better not be
in that sugar again.
Fool me once, Shelly.
I'm gonna have to put this
out of your reach.
[grunts]
Nope!
[grunting]
[whistles]
Let's go.
[grunts]
[shimmering tone]
- I bet you
that's what happened.
- Well, what are we gonna do?
None of us are tall enough
or strong enough
to get that bag down.
- [sighs]
- [snoring]
all: The Dozer.
- But Tina warned us
never to wake him.
- [snoring]
- I got this.
- What's that for?
- Oh!
I get it.
A peace offering.
- Or I could do something
that makes sense...
and use it as a disguise.
This way,
when he seeks revenge,
he won't be looking for me.
He'll be looking
for a blue unicorn.
- Dicky, be careful!
I can't watch.
Tell me what's happening.
- They're talking,
they're talking...
- That sounds positive.
- And now they're walking,
they're walking...
- That could go either way.
- And now they're leaving...
- They're leaving?
- Now they're gone...
- They're gone?
Wait!
So he just took Dicky...
and you guys
didn't do anything?
- Well, we would've stopped him,
but we had to tell you
what was happening.
- What are we gonna do?
Dicky's disappeared
with a desk-smashing madman!
- Nicky, Ricky, and Dawn.
Oh, hey, look!
There goes
Nicky, Ricky, and Dawn.
Nicky, Ricky, and Dawn,
get down here!
- What are you doing?
- Just trying it out
because Dicky's gone!
- Check it out.
Nicky, Ricky, and Dawn
are panicking.
- Oh.
- ♪ Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
[upbeat rock music]
- I knew prison life
would be tough...
but I never thought
we'd lose a brother.
- We haven't lost him.
He's outside with The Dozer.
- I can't watch.
Tell me what's happening.
- Okay, The Dozer
just picked up a softball.
- Oh, no.
He's going to hit Dicky
in the head with it.
- He just handed it to Dicky.
- Oh, no!
He's going to make Dicky hit
himself in the head with it!
Don't do it, Dicky!
- Relax, they're just playing
the milk bottle game.
- It's still not good.
If Principal Tarian
catches Dicky out there,
the four of us are gonna be
in even bigger trouble.
- There you go again,
being selfish.
- Yeah,
The Dozer is out there too.
- Well, then,
we need to go out there
and get them both back.
Here, let's go.
- Uh, no.
If you guys get caught,
you're just gonna be selfish
and blame it on us.
You stay, we'll go.
- Well, we don't
trust you, either.
- Fine, we'll all go.
- Our first prison break.
I know exactly what to do!
Everyone,
give me your jackets.
I'll tie them together
and create a rope for us
to climb down to escape,
and get to Dicky and The Dozer.
- Or we could just
go out that open door.
- Or that!
[jazzy spy music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Oh, Shelly, no!
No, Shelly.
♪ ♪
[thuds]
- Yes!
Finally!
- Psst!
Dicky!
- [exclaims]
He knows my name.
- Dicky!
- Aw, man.
It was just you.
- Dicky, come on.
We have to get back before
Principal Tarian
knows we're gone.
- Here he comes now!
- Quick!
Hide under this booth!
- There's no room
with all these trolls.
- Then just pull them out!
[whispering]
Go, go.
- Do you think Tarian's gone?
- He's still there!
- Ugh.
- Who's ready to Whack-A-Troll?
What happened to my trolls?
- Quick!
We gotta be trolls!
[carnival music]
[banging]
- This is all your fault, Dicky.
- How is it my fault?
- You let The Dozer
Dicky-nap you.
- No, I didn't!
I made a deal with him.
- What deal?
- He'll help us with the sugar
if I win him the big banana.
- And he did!
- He's not a bad kid.
- You just assumed he was.
- But the call him The Dozer
because he bulldozes people.
- No, they call him The Dozer
because he's always
falling asleep.
all: Ohh!
- And the reason
he's falling asleep
is because he helps take care
of his baby brother.
- That's who the banana's for!
all: Aww!
♪ ♪
- But what about that kid
you pinned to the wall?
- I was helping him hang
a poster for his lost kitten.
all: Aww!
- Come on!
Can't you hit somebody else?
- No.
- Ooh!
This looks fun.
I'm next.
- Time to go!
[banging]
- It's not working!
- No refunds.
- So it turns out, farm life
isn't as fun as you think.
- Have you ever
milked a chicken?
- Okay, okay, the truth is,
the farm wasn't
really ours to give.
- Picture this!
Mae's Get Sporty.
- Yeah!
- But I want the farm.
- You can't have the farm!
- Don't make me lawyer up.
- Wait, wait,
wait a minute!
So if The Dozer's
not a bad kid...
are any of you bad kids?
- Nope. I only use my phone
all the time
because my best friend
moved to New Zealand.
- Oh!
Let me guess.
You probably have
some heartwarming story
about why you're called
Johnny Meatballs.
- Why can't I just
like meatballs?
- Meatballs are good.
- Look, guys, we're really
sorry we misjudged you,
and I'm glad we're getting
this chance to know each other,
but we gotta get back in there
before Tarian catches us.
- Relax, Dawn.
We're right here.
We totally made it.
Oh, no!
- We must've left
the machine on!
- What do we do now?
- I know exactly what to do.
I've had dreams about this.
I'm goin' cloud tastin'.
- Anybody got any other ideas?
Then let's go cloud tastin'.
- Are you almost done with the--
sweet spun sugar!
What happened here?
[all groaning]
You dumped the whole bag in,
didn't you?
[all groaning]
And then you ate it,
didn't you?
[all groaning]
Well, I guess none of you
are going to that carnival
today.
[all groaning]
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Shelly is saving
my place in line at
The Slippery Slope
To Nowhere.
- Principal Tarian, wait.
It was us four who had the idea
to eat the cotton candy.
- They had nothing
to do with it.
- Wow.
That must be the truth...
because I know you Harpers
are way too selfish
to take the blame
for someone else.
- It was a handful
of incidents!
- Well...
I guess you three
are free to go.
And I'd get out quick
if I were you.
You don't want to end up
like these bad kids.
[synthesizer music]
- Thanks.
That was really cool of you.
- I guess you're not
as selfish as we thought.
- I guess we all learned
something that day.
People aren't always
as you see them.
They're not just the bad kids.
♪ ♪
They're...
- A good big brother.
- Girl who misses
her best friend.
- And a potentially good
racquetball player
who just likes meatballs.
- We lost our chance at being
the big kids at the carnival,
but you know what we did get?
New friends!
- And stomach aches.
Really bad stomach aches.
[upbeat rock music]
- ♪ 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! ♪