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Trash, garbage, basura.
Hey, there are some interesting items here --
like this vintage top hat.
$50? Too much money.
Maybe if I work hard at Grandma's stand
and save for several months,
I'll be able to afford this dashing piece of fashion.
Hmm, this yo-yo is kind of cool.
Whoa! I think something's wrong with this piggy bank!
I'm sorry, but we don't accept refunds for cursed items.
That must have been from Grandpa Tez's box.
Check this out -- walk the dog.
[ Barking ]
I was right. Everything here is total gar--
[ Gasps ]
Val, do you know what these are?
These are the super-deluxe edition Ener-G Shoes.
Don't you remember the commercial?
♪ Shoes so slick you might slip and fall ♪
♪ Kicks so phat you'll feel 10 feet tall ♪
♪ Wear them now, and wear them later ♪
♪ So you can be cooler than a 'frigerator ♪
♪ Stomp them hard, and hear them talk ♪
Electronic Voice: Radical.
♪ Lights so bright when you walk your walk ♪
♪ Ener-G Shoes fit just right ♪
♪ Ener-G Shoes will take you ♪
Announcer: Out of sight
Oh, oh, and then they did some of this,
and then hair flip, and then hair flip.
Trust me, Val. It was the best.
I'm definitely getting these.
These shoes? They're $800.
$800?
I need these shoes.
More importantly, I need everyone to see me
in these shoes.
Just watch me haggle.
How much is this book?
For you, Don, $20.
- Hey, Charlene. - Hello, Victor.
I'll take these off your hands for 10 big ones.
$10?
That's cute, Victor, but those shoes are clearly marked $800.
I don't know. $10 is a lot of money.
These prices are fixed,
and woe upon anyone who try to change them.
Aw, come on.
Not even for a good friend like me?
Especially for you, Victor.
I wouldn't even change the price for my worst enemies.
What?
There are just some lines we don't cross.
You obviously don't have the power to haggle.
I'd like to speak to your manager.
Aw, the manager? Sorry.
Nobody goes to our abuela
without going through us first.
Isn't that right, Pineapple?
- Pine. - Right, right, right, right.
Please give me a moment to confer with my associate.
Valentino, I need you to lend me $790.
What happened to those expert haggling skills?
Eh, you're useless.
I got to get to Maria Teresa.
Hmm.
Hmm?
Oh -- oh, my goodness, Reynalda.
Look at all this amazing stuff.
[ Laughs ]
Charlene and Pineapple,
Reynaldo put something in his pocket without paying for it.
Huh?
What?
Reynaldo, how could you?
Are you even my brother.
I didn't do it. I'm sorry.
Pineapple, let's get them!
R -- r -- run, brother, run.
I can't escape my crimes, Reynalda.
[ Laughs ]
This isn't a charity, Julio, okay?
I have a strict no-haggling policy.
If I do it for you, I have to haggle with
every other peasant in this town,
and I simply can't be bothered, okay?
I never budge on price.
Hmm.
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Mira. $7.18. That is my best offer.
Maria Teresa, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I want to buy this -- $10 for these definitely $10 shoes.
No budging on price.
Hmm. Huh. Hmm.
Why you still standing there?
Oh, yeah.
Hold it. Victor, come back here.
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You forgot your receipt.
Oh. Thanks.
You see, Don?
Even Victor knows not to waste my time with haggling.
Move it, Valentino.
Electronic Voice:
Aw, yeah.
I don't know how you got those shoes for only $10,
but according to my savings plan,
I'll have my dashing top hat in under 8 months.
What nonsense.
You should have haggled, like me.
Haggled? I'm not buying it, Victor.
You must have cheated, somehow.
What did you do?
Like I said, I got mad haggling skills, Val.
Now it's time to show off these babies.
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Victor: Nice.
Nice.
♪
Mine is way cooler.
Now it's your turn to draw my silhouette.
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Ow, Victor!
Those lights are so bright.
It's hurting my eyes.
Electronic voice: Right on.
Radical.
[ Indistinct talking ]
Qui tense, get out of my way.
Victor: Get out of my house.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
[ Indistinct complaining ]
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[ Yells ]
Whoa!
What was that? Whoa!
What's going on with those shoes?
Everything is fine, Val.
Are you sure, Victor?
I mean, they came from Charlene and Pineapple.
They could be cursed for all you know.
Stop being so worrywart-y.
Just need to break them in a little.
Check this out.
- Hmm? -Huh?
♪
How the...?
Incredible.
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[ Cheering ]
Thank you.
Victor, are you sure there's nothing off about those shoes?
That's ridiculous.
You're just jealous of my shine.
Electronic Voice: Radical.
Hey!
Whoa!
Ah!
[ Horn honks ]
You have to be more careful, Vic.
I know where I'm going.
I just move where my feet take me.
Electronic Voice: Aw, yeah.
- What's going...? - Look out!
Well, that could have been worse.
Don: [ Groans ] Not really.
Can't you do that somewhere else?
I can't contain this awesomeness, Val.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say those shoes are trying to hurt you.
Wh -- wh -- where would you get such a ridiculous idea?
Suspicious.
It's almost like they know I'm talking about them.
No, it's almost like you're trying to talk me out of them,
so I'll give them to you.
Well, I'm never taking them off.
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- Victor! - Huh?
- Your shoes! - What about them? Huh?
Valentino: They're obviously cursed.
You must have done something to provoke --
I'm telling you. I didn't do anything.
Ah! Help me!
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Hey, there, uh, shoes.
What kind of cool adventure are you taking me on this time?
You're not trying to off me, are you?
Electronic Voice: Yeah, right.
[ Muffled ]
I told him those shoes were up to something, but did he listen?
No!
Now, he's got some kind of evil-execution sneakers on,
and I'm tied to a dang chair.
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Electronic Voice: Radical.
Ah! Come on, little flower.
Don't give up on me.
Valentino: Victor!
Victor! Hang on!
I'm hanging.
I don't understand.
Why are these shoes trying to waste you?
It's all my fault. I switched the price tags on the shoes.
I have no expert haggling skills.
Victor, that family puts all sort of weird curses
on their stuff to protect them.
Just take them off.
But I look so cool in them.
Okay, okay.
Ah!
Here. You pull it off.
Is that all you got?
Oh! Ow!
Victor, since when are you this flexible?
I'm not.
Get off my brother.
Oh, ah!
Nobody kicks Valentino except me.
Ouch! Stupid shoe!
Huh?
Victor, that's it.
Remember how that dance shorted out the shoes?
You're right. Let's kick it.
Okay.
Oh, no, you don't!
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It's working. Dance like you mean it!
♪
Hurry, Valentino.
Electronic Voice: Out of sight.
Hey, Val? Thanks for saving me and giving me a ride home.
You're welcome, Victor.
You think Maria Teresa's garage sale is still open?
I really had my eye on that yo-yo.
[ Sighs ]
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