-NARRATOR: One boy... -Yeah!
NARRATOR: One worm.
You know it.
NARRATOR: These are their adventures.
(ROARS)
(WHOOPING)
Sweet!
-NARRATOR: Future-Worm! -(BOTH LAUGHING)
-(HORN HONKING) -(TIRES SCREECHING)
Whoo! Bug's here!
(GASPS) Bug? Bug's coming over tonight?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah!
(CHUCKLES) Yes, silly. Did you forget?
Bug's staying here while we go out with her parents.
Bug is staying here...
unsupervised?
Don't worry, Doug, I'll keep an eye on her.
I'm only gonna encourage her tendencies for destruction
and delinquency anyways, so maybe ya should worry.
I don't know, up to you. Kid's got spirit!
(BELCHES)
Slam! Smash!
-Good to see you! -(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Hey, Bug! What's up?
"What's up? What's up?"
I get an entire night of doing whatever I want with nobody to stop me!
Whoo!
Hmm...
What should I destroy first?
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY) She's just adorable.
Um...
(COUGHS) I'm not feeling well.
I should stay home,
or better yet, we should call off the entire evening!
(ALL LAUGHING)
We're aware that Bug leaves a path of destruction wherever she goes.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, you know what they say, like fathers like daughter!
(ALL LAUGHING)
So we hired a babysitter.
A babysitter?
-What? -Why?
No! You can't do this to me!
Sitters are evil tyrants out to destroy my fun,
and replace it with boredom!
-(CACKLING) -(SCREAMS)
Death to fun!
Long live boredom!
(CACKLING)
No!
Now, now, Bug.
Behave for Zoe, and try to make sure
the walls are still standing when the Douglas' get back tonight.
-You have home owner's insurance, right? -(WHIMPERING)
Aw, man! Fine!
Zoe should be here shortly.
Now...
You two ready for a hardcore night of mayhem?
-Yes! -Make room for me.
-Mayhem? -(WHOOPING AND CHEERING)
We're not taking the monster truck, are we?
How about I drive?
Not on your life, mister!
We're truckin' it!
-Whoo-hoo! -(BOTH LAUGHING)
An entire night of doing whatever I want!
-Get up on in there. -Let's get crazy!
-Oh, boy. -(ENGINE STARTS)
Have fun, guys!
(DOUG SCREAMING)
So, what do you wanna do?
First, we booby-trap this boob babysitter so hard,
she runs away screaming, "Ahhh!"
Then...
Sweet freedom.
Hmm. Take down authority, then get crazy.
Yeah, I'm in.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
-(LAUGHS) -I don't know, guys.
Shouldn't we give Zoe a chance?
I mean, what if she's actually cool?
Ah, good ol' Danny, always seeing the best in people.
-It's just some harmless pranks, man. -Yeah.
You with us or against us?
Harmless prank...
Oh, I got it.
I'm in! This is gonna be hilarious!
Check it out!
-Time disk! -(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Hey, guys! I'm Zoe. -Think fast!
How's it...
-(BOTH SCREAMING) -Whoa!
Uh, what did you do, dude?
I was just trying to send her to the future.
-(CHUCKLES) -Harsh prank, man.
What? (SIGHS)
The time disk was supposed to send
all of her to the future, not just her head!
FUTURE-WORM: Not seeing any difference.
I gotta fix this!
-(STATIC BUZZING) -(GRUNTING)
Almost got it...
-Don't mess up! -(BEEPS)
(SCREECHES)
(ALL SCREAMING)
-(SCREECHES) -(ALL SCREAMING)
(BUG LAUGHS)
-This is terrible! -This is awesome!
Gotta agree with Danny on this one.
-(SCREECHES) -(BUG LAUGHING)
(GROANS) Judging from the ugly and, uh, squirmy state of her face...
(LAUGHING)
...I'd guess Zoe's head is stuck somewhere in 6092,
a time period inhabited by Calambrians, aka...
Land squid!
Oh, man, the only way to zap her head back
is to go there and track it down ourselves.
Are you guys crazy?
Just leave it! It's a total improvement!
Besides, now we can do whatever we want!
Oh, man!
My Dad's Folk Singers of the '70s Commemorative Plates Collection!
(SCREECHES)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREECHING)
When our parents get back, we'll be grounded for life!
Fine!
We'll put her back.
We gotta hurry...
Bug, hang here and make sure that Squid-Face thing doesn't wreck my house!
You want me to babysit?
That goes against everything I stand for!
Just deal with it, Bug.
(SCREECHES)
Oh, come on, I wanted to break that.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SNIFFING) Yikes!
Place smells like 10-day old tuna.
(SNIFFING) Nope, that's me.
Where is that head at?
(BEEPING)
Zoe!
Good thing you got a head start, ho-ho.
-Yeah, we're headed in your direction. -(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
Whoa! Squid dodgeball! Could we get in on this?
Okay, Squid-Face, listen up!
I've got big plans for tonight.
So keep your butt on that couch,
till Danny and Fyootch get back.
-(SLURPS) -Ugh!
Aw, heck no!
(SCREECHES)
Ooh, get back here, you stinky squid-squirt!
-(ALARM BLARING) -Ahhh!
Ugh!
-Oh, man. -(FAN WHIRRING)
(GROANING)
(SCREECHES)
(CAMERA CLICKING)
No!
Wait, wait, wait, I got another one.
-We're making real headway! -(LAUGHING)
Yeah. You're on a roll, Fyootch.
ZOE: Hey, guys.
Over here.
-It's Zoe! -Yo, heads up, Zoe.
We're looking for ya. (LAUGHING)
Check me out.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
-I know. Ha. Cool, right? -What?
You aren't, like, mad?
You kidding me? I show up for a yawn-fest babysitting gig,
and end up in heck-knows-where with a tight squid body.
This is sick!
Oh, in that case, sweet.
So, uh, we should probably get back to Bug.
Come and get it, Squid-Face.
-(SCREECHING) -(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS) Gotcha!
Oh, it's quiet time.
So go to sleep!
(SCREECHES)
(WHINING)
Now that that's taken care of,
it's time for a no-holds-barred Bug-rage-a-thon!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
-What's up? -Uh, yeah...
Good news is, we found Zoe.
Uh, bad news is,
she's got a squid-body, and wants to hang out here and try it out.
(SQUID-FACE WHINING)
-Don't make me come down there! -(WHIMPERS)
Uh, we could always head back to earlier...
Nope, nope, nope...
I'm good. Get your squid on, take your time.
Whoo-hoo!
We're good to go, guys!
Let's hang out with, uh, some squid-peeps.
-Whoo-hoo! Ha-ha! -Let's do it!
(BEEPS)
(SQUID-FACE SCREECHING)
(GROANS)
How am I supposed to focus with all this racket!
Yo, Squid-Face!
It's quiet time.
So quit bein' a complainy-pants and...
(WHINING)
(WHIMPERS)
Aw, man...
You're all bored and sad, huh?
Kind of reminds me of when my babysitters would make me sit and...
(GASPS)
Oh, no! I've become that which I hate most!
I'm an evil babysitter!
Okay, Squid-Face.
I'm sacrificing my freedom for this,
but I'm babysitting you right!
Are you ready for some quality Bug time?
(WARBLING)
Let's babysit!
(SINGING We can work in the dark
And watch the clock tick away
Or we can walk in the park
And reach for clouds all day
Best friends forever
Chasing the sky and feeling free
We can help one another you and me
And together we'll be
(LAUGHING)
(BELL RINGING)
DANNY: Hey! Where y'all goin'?
Yeah! Don't just quit because I'm ahead! Get it?
'Cause I'm winning and, you know, the head thing?
-(CHUCKLES) -Yeah, nice.
(EXCLAIMING)
Uh-oh. Dude's got "authority figure" written all over him.
You're right, Fyootch.
I'd know that disapproving tone anywhere...
It's a ticked-off teacher!
(SPEAKING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Big talk coming from a sea spider.
School's out, sucker!
(SCREECHES)
(LAUGHS) Look at him.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(ROARS)
Uh, that ain't good.
-(SCREECHES) -(ALL SCREAMING)
-Now, let's bounce. -(BEEPS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
"After the piston hits the bottom of its stroke,
"the exhaust valve opens, and the exhaust exits
"the cylinder through the tailpipe."
-Bye-bye, exhaust! -(SNORING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
(WAILING)
Oh, come on, guys! I just got her to sleep.
Now it's noisy again!
I got this!
-Thanks, Danny! -(GASPS)
(WAILING)
Ugh! Still noisy.
(BEEPING)
Yes.
There! She's back in Calambria,
and now none of us will get in trouble!
Think again, dude.
I tried keeping Squid-Face from wrecking everything,
but she was unstoppable!
(SIGHS) I had no idea babysitting was so tough.
Yeah, taking care of a kid is a ton of work.
It's why we get paid, girl!
I got you.
I guess I should've given you a chance, Zoe.
Sorry we pranked you.
Don't be. Tonight was amazing!
I mean, transporting my head to Calambria?
Best prank ever!
How do you work these things, anyway?
Oh, you just toss 'em at whatever you wanna transport.
-But they're kind of janky though. -Like this?
ALL: Whoa!
Uh-oh.
Well, that was enough adventure to last me...
-(ALL GASPING) -Oops!
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
NARRATOR: Future-Worm!
-(ENGINES REVVING) -(SQUEAKING)
(ENGINE POWERING UP)
DOUG: Help! Help me!
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Hiya, mister.
So, my head got swapped with your door,
because my son zapped me and my wife
with a head-swap invention and...
(BEEPING)
(ENGINES REVVING)
(DOUG SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(SCREAMING IN SLOW-MOTION)
-(ENGINE REVVING) -TAKESHI: Thrash Cutthroat!
I'd recognize that body any day.
MEGAN: Body, yes...
Head, not so much.
-Hi, honey! -Megan!
You swapped heads with a biker hunk?
How come I'm a door?
I don't know!
How are you breathing without lungs?
Just sit tight, and don't get dented!
-(GRUNTING) -Ow, my nose!
Ow, my mouth!
Ow, my face!
Hmm.
Now that I have a peaceful moment to think about it,
this head-swap thing is kind of your fault.
My fault?
Lamp post!
Ooh, thanks, honey.
All I'm saying is, Danny's head-swappy,
-goofball, inventor side comes from you! -(GASPS)
(MEGAN SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
I'm not a goofball inventor!
-You sort of are! -I'm not!
Kind of scatterbrained though!
-I'm not! -Not in a bad way!
(YELPS)
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
That was my fault. I distracted her.
Oh, Doug, why do you have to be such a bully?
You're not a bully.
You're actually kind of wimpy,
but you're my wimp.
Oh, I love you, my goofball inventor.
I'm kissing a door. It's weird.
Sorry, I know. I'm sorry, so sorry.
(GRUNTS)
DOUG: Get him, honey!
-Wait, I can't see! -(GRUNTING)
What's happening up there? Did we win?
(GROANS)
(SCREAMING)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
(CHEERING)
(BELL DINGING)
-Honey, look out! -(EXCLAIMS)
(YELLING)
(BOARD CHIMING)
Nice one, partner.
DOUG: Well, time to go home,
and have Danny swap our heads back where they belong.
I don't know, sweetie.
I could get used to this.
(PAN SIZZLING)
Dang, Thrash! Your blueberry pancakes are the pan-cakiest!
-Thanks. I could get used to this. -(GULPS)
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
-(ALL LAUGHING) -Fyootch!
(MUTTERING IN CONFUSION)
Look at this one!
FUTURE-WORM: Right. Old Man Orangutan.
-Cool. -No, man, Amazing Ape. Remember?
Yes, but when I first met him
he was enslaved by a circus
and went by a different name.
RINGMASTER: Accounting Ape!
These funds were meant for the grantor-retained annuity trust,
you simian half-wit!
Get it right! (GASPS)
You there! Unhand that poor, genius ape!
(WHIMPERING)
Uh, what kind of "genius" only talks in grunts?
(GRUNTING)
Look out, Fyootch!
Whoa, what's this? Some kind of map?
Oh, that?
It just leads to the Panama Bananama Treasure.
-Treasure? -Bananama?
Amazing Ape and I found the other half of that map years ago.
But he kept it, and by the time I found this half,
we'd already gone our separate ways.
You see, he wanted the TGI Falafel...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
So, if I took this half back in time,
I could team up with you and Amazing Ape for an awesome treasure hunt?
I suppose.
Except, I wasn't much of a team player...
Sweet! Me and Fyootch are gonna go hunt treas' with your past-self.
-BRB, Aunt Bits! -Yeah!
Cool! I like treasure.
Don't know about the math baboon, though...
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I hate to cut and run, Frau Brau,
but Amazing Ape's topographical triangulations
traced the treasure to this treacherous turf, so ta-ta!
You still only have half the map, Bitsy!
We will find the other half first, und we will...
Wah-wah-wah. Well, good luck with that.
(GRUNTING)
-We need the other half of that map! -(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GASPING)
Looking for this?
The other half! Who are you? Where did you get this?
I got it from you in the future!
Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!
I'm your Great Nephew, Danny,
-and this is my best bud, Future-Worm! -Yep.
Great Gout!
-Cool! -Yeah, seen it before.
This is the ticket to tracking down the treasure!
Let's roll, Amazing Ape. See ya, kid!
Tell myself, I said hi.
Wait! I thought we'd search for it together!
A little team-up action, since you're all peppy pants in the past?
Sorry, but we don't need a little kid, and whatever you are,
throwing hokum in our juju.
What! Well, we don't need you,
and your grunt monkey doin', whatever, you know, your stuff is!
(SCREECHES)
You're blowin' it. Why are you throwing hokum around?
I don't even know what that is!
Me either!
But you must be flip-flapping it
all over the place to get her all spiced up about it.
Fine, fine, I'll straighten this out.
Give me the map!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Let go!
This calls for...
Robo-Carp!
Robo-Carp, break up that fight!
Silencing the violence!
-(GRUNTS) -(GROANING)
Weak.
I got it!
(SCREAMING)
(SINGING) The ladies love Lucky Lindy 'cause...
Ahhh! Pelican!
(SNAKES HISSING)
Ha! Fate has smiled upon us.
The treasure will be ours!
Ah, perfect! This is my punishment
for permitting a pushy, pre-teen pipsqueak
and his pink, provocateur pal
to propel a parcel into the past!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Ugh! What's mush-mouth mewling about?
Look! The map is burned onto Fyootch's tongue!
(GASPS) The map!
(SIGHS) Okay, trouble twins,
that torched tongue's your ticket to tagging along.
(EXCLAIMS)
The booty's buried behind a... ba... ba... ba...
Argh! Temple.
Well, they can't all be winners. Let's move!
Boom! Temple at twelve o'clock. (LAUGHING)
We're owning this team up!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH) Ow!
-Let's go! -Not so fast!
-Throw them into the quicksand. -(FUTURE-WORM GRUNTING)
Let me go!
(ALL GRUNTING)
I've waited a long time to watch you perish, Bitsy!
I'm sinking, I think.
Uh, really slowly.
(DANNY GROANING)
But this is kind of boring, so I'm gonna go find the treasure!
Why's she hate you so much, anyway?
(SCOFFS) I'm the one who shot her eyebrow off.
So, any swift solutions to save us from sinking in sand?
Uh, Fyootch, grab onto that branch.
(MUFFLED) No! No way, man.
But you can pull us all out!
My tongue is killing me!
But, Fyootch!
No way! (CONTINUES IN GIBBERISH)
(GRUNTING)
Yeah, that's it, Fyootch.
You're doin' it!
(GRUNTING)
I was wrong about you, boys.
You two tots tout a true talent for team-ups!
(GRUNTING)
(MUFFLED) You know it.
He said... (SPITS) "You know it!"
ALL: Let's do this!
(GRUNTING)
(NARRATOR READING)
-(GRUNTING) -You're not so bad yourself.
There's typically a test or a trial to take the treasure.
You have failed the trial!
Ha! You missed!
(SCREAMS)
(SINGING) The ladies love Lucky Lindy...
-(GRUNTS) -(YELLING) Oh, seriously?
Ooh, harsh, man.
Don't worry. We got this!
Okay, dude. Hit us with a trial!
You must do my taxes!
Taxes? Argh.
-We don't got this. -Uh-uh-uh.
(GRUNTS)
Mortgage interest is deductible?
-(GRUNTING) -(DINGS)
No, no dependents.
You have...
-(STONES CREAKING) -(CHAINS RATTLING)
Oh, no!
Passed the trial! (LAUGHS)
(ALL WHOOPING)
We're rich!
Actually, it's not worth a dime.
-What? -(MUFFLED) Oh, man.
But you can use it to call any banana anywhere, past, present, or future!
Connect me to, Frau Brau!
-(PHONE RINGING) -(GROANING)
Guten Tag.
Hello, Frau.
This is your brow calling.
I wasn't shot off, I've been hiding from yo face, sucker!
(SCREAMING)
-(ALL LAUGHING) -Oh, good one, kid!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-(ALL LAUGHING) -It's funny 'cause it's true!
NARRATOR: Future-Worm!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)