[upbeat music]
Guys! Peyton Pittman just posted
his jet is about to
fly over the store!
[gasps]
No way!
Who's Peyton Pittman?
Uh, young hotshot
tech billionaire.
International ladies' man.
[Ricky and Dicky]
Basically me with money.
You wish.
No, you wish!
Stop saying what I'm saying!
Jambalaya! Pants!
Tractor-face!
[all]
Whoa.
Guys, hurry up!
- I heard the inside of his jet
is wallpapered with money.
- I heard the outside
is covered in gold.
- It can't be
covered in gold.
[jet flying overhead]
[all]
Ooh--ahh!
[all]
Ooh.
The legends are true.
I wish I was stupid rich
like that.
If I was stupid rich,
I'd buy an island.
- I'd buy two islands.
- Why do you need two islands?
I'm gonna need
a vacation island.
A dude's gotta relax.
- Oh, hey, have you kids
seen your father?
He asked me to bring out
all these shoes.
- Hello, family!
[all shout]
Look at this busy mom,
so exhausted from lugging around
all of the footwear
for her children's various
athletic activities.
There's got to be
a better way.
- She could use a bag.
- Or a basket.
- Or a box.
- Or a supportive husband.
Well, now there is.
Introducing my latest invention,
Choez.
Did you just say
you invented shoes?
Yes, that's right, Choez,
the shoes that can be
anything you choose!
The name needs work.
You should call 'em
Sweet Foot Rides.
- Ice skating, you say?
Why not?
Just choose
the ice skating attachment.
Or choose from these many other
attachment options.
Wow, Tom, this might be
your best idea yet.
You'd like me
to demonstrate them? Why, sure!
Now watch...
as I...
choose...
to leap into the future...
of Choez!
Somebody throw me
an alley-oop!
[loud crash]
He got nothing but net.
Well, at least
the shoes worked.
They definitely did.
He got sick air!
Where did that come from?
Guys, dad's shoes could be
our ticket to stupid rich town.
Stupid Rich Town!
That's what I'm gonna call
my second island.
[upbeat music]
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na, hey! ♪
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
[whistling melody]
♪ ♪
[rhythmic clapping]
♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Na na na na na-na ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na-na, hey! ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
Dad, your Choez are amazing.
They gave you mad hops.
I don't even know
what those words mean!
So when are you gonna
start selling them?
Oh, Choez are nowhere near
ready to sell.
This is my only pair, and they
still need a bit of work.
What are you talking about?
You're straight trippin', yo!
Who am I?
Yeah, just go make some more,
slap 'em in a box,
bada-bing, bada-boom,
we buy some islands.
It's not that easy, Dicky.
It takes years to perfect
a product like this.
Come on, Dad,
you're always coming up
with these great inventions,
and you never try to sell them.
Oh, remember the chopsticks
with the spoons on the end?
Yeah, turns out
those were just long spoons.
What about the drumsticks
with spoons on the end?
Also long spoons.
Focus on what you're good at!
Shoes!
Ah, look, I don't have time
for this, kids.
Doyle Thomas from Apollo is
coming here today
to check out the new displays.
W-w-wait, a guy from
Apollo Footwear is coming here?
This is your chance, Dad.
Show 'em those shoes,
and we'll all be rich!
Kids, I appreciate
your support,
but you can't get rich
overnight.
Besides, I'm just not ready
to show him the shoes.
Come on, you seemed so ready
a minute ago.
Yeah, to show you guys,
but not him, not today.
Hey, guys.
[sneezes]
- Bless you.
- Thank you, Ricky.
- Hmm?
- What?
- I sneezed.
- That's okay.
I know that's okay, it's just,
you didn't say "bless you."
That's 'cause Ricky got it.
He's the fastest bless
in the west.
No, I know, but you know,
it'd be nice if
once in a while my husband
said "bless you."
Oh, okay, I'm sorry.
Bless you.
I didn't sneeze.
Well, the next time you do,
you'll already have one
in the bless you bank.
- Not a thing, Tom.
- Sure, it is.
I just opened an account,
and you know what?
It comes with free hugging.
Hmm?
[chuckles]
Save a hug for me, Tommy!
Doylee!
[both laughing]
Oh, how's business?
Oh, well, you know, there's no
business like shoe business.
[both laugh]
Look at him over there,
not making us rich!
Get this: I'm staying
at the Chateau Chantelle.
I'm in Le Doorbell Suite.
Oh, man, I wish I knew
what it sounded like
to have Doorbell Suite money.
He could if he just
listened to us.
We gotta help him.
♪ Dingdong dingdong ♪
[Tom and Doyle]
♪ Dongding dingdong ♪
- Hey, Dad, I've--
- We're in the middle of kind of
an important meeting here, kids.
- Is that really
what it sounds like?
- I'm not kidding, you got to
come by and check it out!
I would love that!
That's it. If Dad won't try to
sell his shoes, we will.
Yeah. We have to convince
Doyle that every kid
in town is gonna want
a pair of Dad's...
uh, what'd he call them again?
- Uh, Choez!
- Bless you.
♪ ♪
The Apollo display's
looking great, Tommy Boy!
Dad!
There's a raccoon
in your office.
And he's on your computer.
He can type?
Not well.
Excuse me,
I have to deal with this.
Oh, no.
Here I come!
Uh, Mr. Thomas? Before you go,
we need to show you something.
- Something new.
- Something incredible.
Something that's gonna bring in
the Benjamins, boy-ee!
Sorry.
In this box
is a shoe that will change
the athletic footwear game
forever.
One shoe with changeable bottoms
that does it all
for every sport.
Our dad invented them.
And he chooses to call them...
Sweet Foot Rides.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down there, Quad Squad.
I mean, Sweet Foot Rides
is a pretty cool name,
but I'm sure your daddy-o
would have told me about 'em
if he wanted me to know, so I
don't think this is for me.
Uh, would you excuse us for sec?
Quaddle up!
We're losing him, guys.
What do we do?
Promise him an island!
Maybe we should go get Dad
and tell him
Doyle already loves the name.
No, he'll be mad
we went behind his back.
And when he finds out that I put
a real raccoon in the office.
[Dawn, Ricky, and Nicky]
You what?
You want a gold plane
or not?
Uh, guys?
Doyle's gone.
And so are
the Sweet Foot Rides!
He stole them!
Homeboy just schooled us
like a bunch of chumps.
I need to lie down.
♪ ♪
Hey, kids.
Hey, Mom, you know,
we have a question for you.
- Let's say...
- Hypothetically.
That we had a sweet boxed lunch,
say a ham sandwich.
- I don't like ham.
- Okay, fine, it's turkey.
I don't care for turkey.
Fine, it's leftover pizza.
I'm more of a soup man.
The point is...
somebody took it.
Wait, wait, somebody
stole your lunch?
- Hypothetically.
- Who was it?
Was it that Lewis?
Let's not point
hypothetical fingers.
But the bottom line is...
is it wrong to take back
something that was
stolen from you?
Well, hypothetically, no.
But, if that Lewis really did
steal your lunch,
then, I'm sorry, I'm going
to have to call his mo--
I didn't even get
to frost them!
Thanks, Mom.
[phone line ringing]
[Lewis on phone]
Hello?
Oh, hello, Lewis.
Is your mother there?
♪ ♪
Here it is,
the Doorbell Suite.
How are we gonna get in?
I got this.
[gasps] You don't just
ring the bell!
Yeah, what if he answers?
That's when we kick him
in the shins and steal
the Sweet Foot Rides back.
That's not the plan.
Oh. Okay,
then I'll follow your lead.
- Hide!
[doorbell chimes]
What kind of plan is this?
Okay, now that we know that
he's not in there,
all we have to do
is get inside.
Maybe we can get the housekeeper
to let us in.
- Yeah.
- Good idea!
We'll just tell her we're
locked out and start crying.
Everybody knows housekeepers
can't stand crying.
Where'd you hear that?
Oh, the magazines
in Mom's bathroom basket.
I've learned lots of things.
We don't need to cry.
All we have to do is tell her
we're locked out.
Um, excuse me, miss?
We had a--
[all]
Oh.
Why does everybody assume
I'm a woman?
Men can be housekeepers too.
You're right, we've insulted
both men and women housekeepers
with our thoughtless
generalization.
Our apologies...
Leslie.
Men can be named Leslie too.
Okay, anyway, we're the Thomas
kids, and our dad forgot
to give us the keys,
so would you mind letting us in?
Sorry, it's against
hotel policy.
[fake sobbing]
Okay, okay, I'll let you in.
Just stop.
I can't stand crying.
Told ya.
Whoa... and I thought
the doorbell was nice!
There's the box right on top
of that huge bed.
We all know what we need to do.
- Okay.
Now let's get the box.
- Yeah.
[door unlocks]
- Someone's at the door!
- I'll get it.
- No, hide!
Go, go, go!
♪ Dingdong dingdong ♪
We gotta get
the Sweet Foot Rides.
All right, that's it.
It's shin kicking time.
Does anyone smell
sweet and sour pork?
There's no kicking.
We're not hooligans.
[sniffs]
Definitely sweet and sour pork.
[cell phone rings]
Hey, boss.
No, I am done
with my sales meetings.
I'm not going anywhere
for the rest of the night.
Was there anything
in Mom's magazine
that could get us out of this?
No, but I do know
ten heart-healthy stretches
that we should all be
doing every day.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
And...release.
[all]
Ahh.
I really needed that.
All right, now what do we do?
Work the glutes!
No!
About getting out of here.
[Doyle]
I got big news, boss.
Shh! He's got big news!
I just got my hands
on a prototype
of a hot, new,
multiuse sport shoe
that could change
the footwear game forever.
Do you think he's talking
about Sweet Foot Rides?
I'm talking
about Sweet Foot Rides.
Yeah, come by the hotel
before you fly out tonight.
You can grab the shoes and take
them back to the office.
[all gasp]
Very well.
[water running]
That's the shower.
Now's our chance.
Let's grab the box
and get out of here!
♪ ♪
Okay, now let's get out of here.
Yeah.
Oh, wait! Let's leave
something lame in the box
to embarrass Doyle
in front of his boss.
Yeah!
Ooh, how about
the hotel slippers?
Oh, yeah!
Oh, come on!
All right.
Now let's go.
Ow, my glute!
This is why we stretch,
people!
♪ ♪
So naturally, that Lewis's mom
is totally taking his side
on the whole lunch thing.
Oh, get this, supposedly,
they're in Florida.
Pfft.
They are in Florida.
You've been watering their
plants and taking in their mail.
Haven't you?
I will be right back.
[sneezes]
Tom?
What? Remember, you have one
in the bless you bank.
Ohh!
- [sneezes]
- Bless you.
Oh! Thank you...
Ricky.
Okay, how am I supposed to
compete with that?
When I was his age, I was
blessing 'em two at a time!
Hey, kids! Come over here.
Welcome home.
Um, nothing.
We just went to the laundromat,
and, um...
Uh, won a laundry contest
they were having!
We folded under pressure.
[all laugh]
Well, congratulations
on your win.
Now, I've got a story
you are not gonna believe.
This morning, after I couldn't
find the raccoon in the office,
I saw the Sweet Foot Rides box
on the counter and thought,
"My kids are right.
Tommy's tired of not
getting his."
So I kissed my huge muscles,
marched up to that box,
and grabbed it off the counter
to go present my shoes to Doyle.
[applause]
I was so proud
of my courageous decision,
I heroically skipped
out of the store to find him.
- You really skipped?
- On the inside.
- People clapped?
- On the inside.
You kissed your muscles?
Look, I did not question
your laundromat story.
The point is,
Doyle loved my idea so much,
he's presenting the prototype
to his boss tonight.
And, Dicky, he loved the name
Sweet Foot Rides.
I do have a knack
for naming things.
How about a nickname
for the old man?
I'm thinking...
The Skipper.
Nailed it.
Look at The Skipper go.
Dicky, don't you see
what this means?
All right, fine.
Bowl Cut, Toilet Hog,
Tiny Pants.
No, not nicknames.
We gotta get the real Sweet Foot
Rides back in the box.
You're right, Bowl Cut.
Let's go save The Skipper.
♪ ♪
[all fake crying]
- Thank you, Leslie!
You da man!
[all fake sobbing]
Okay, all we have to do is
put the real Foot Rides
back in the box
and get out.
Be strong.
[toilet flushing]
- Doorbell!
- That's the toilet!
- Doyle's still here!
- Hide!
♪ ♪
That's right, Ma,
Le Doorbell Suite.
Mm-hmm.
Where's the ice bucket?
It's got to be
around here somewhere.
Oh! There it is,
right in front of my eyes.
What's that?
The view?
Let's just open up
the old curtains
and take a look-see, huh?
Ah. Wait a minute.
Who's this little fella?
It's a ladybug!
That means good luck.
Which I didn't have with
my new Apollo odor-proof socks.
I had the Denver Yetis
test them out, and, uh...
odor-proof they are not.
Whoo! All right, look, my boss
will be here any minute
for my big presentation.
I'm gonna get my sport coat on.
All righty.
And...ooh!
I forgot my tie.
[doorbell chimes]
All right, Ma,
look, she's here.
I gotta go.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Okay.
That was close,
right, Dawn?
Where'd Dawn go?
She must be in the safe.
If she's in the safe,
we have much bigger problems.
Not as big as that one.
Dad?
I see you two have met.
Yes, we rode up
in the elevator together.
I sneezed.
He didn't say "bless you."
Can we move this along?
Uh, of course, of course,
Ms. Apollo, and, uh,
I can't wait to see your face
when you open that box.
This is bad.
When she opens that box,
all she's gonna find
are slippers.
Well, if they're half as good
as Doyle says, I think we'll...
- [sneezes]
[Ricky] Bless you.
I know that "bless you."
That's the fastest bless
in the west.
- Oh, boys!
- Get him!
Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry!
[Ms. Apollo]
I don't believe what I'm seeing.
Sorry, these are just...
my kids.
They just won
a laundromat competition.
Not them, that!
Hey.
That would...also be my kid.
Wow, she got sick air!
True dat.
How'd you even get up there?
Um...I'm glad you asked!
You ever look at a regular pair
of shoes and think,
"Man, I wish I could jump
all the way
to the ceiling fan with those?"
Well, now you can,
with Sweet Foot Rides.
Is this part
of your presentation?
Ye--no--may--
- It's very clever.
- Yes.
What else can
those Sweet Foot Rides do?
Uh...why don't you tell her,
Dad?
Um, well,
I am also glad you asked.
Those are just
the jumper attachments.
But Sweet Foot Rides can do
so much more, for example--
[all yell]
[Dawn groaning]
That was also
part of the presentation.
Keep going.
Uh, why cart around
ten different types of shoes
when all you need is
one Sweet Foot Ride?
- [sneezes]
- Bless you!
- Beat you!
- Ugh!
♪ ♪
We're not happy you lied.
And snuck
into someone's hotel room.
Twice.
And worst of all,
you lied about winning
a laundromat competition.
But I have to admit, if it
weren't for you kids pushing me,
I never would have shown
those shoes to Doyle.
He thinks they're gonna be
huge sellers.
- We're gonna be gold jet rich!
- Whoo!
- Yes!
- Hey, hey, hey, not so fast.
I told you,
you don't get rich overnight.
No, first they have to be tested
by the Apollo sneakerologists.
How long will that take?
Three or four weeks?
Three or four years.
[all groaning]
But, but, but,
in the meantime,
we can live like
we're Doorbell Suite rich.
[doorbell melody]
Now make it sound like a toilet.
♪ ♪
♪ 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! ♪