[ Both laughing ]
[ Bang! ]
[ Both grunt ]
♪♪
[ Roars ]
Aah!
-Whoa!
♪♪
[ Chuckles ]
♪♪
[ Inhales deeply ]
Uh-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.
Gimme that back.
Ah, yeah, that's right.
Gimme, gimme, gimme.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
Aah! Hey!
Wake up, mis niños.
It's Cleaning Day!
[ Sniffing ]
Ugh, this room smells
like an armpit.
I agree.
Why does it smell
like an armpit, Vic?
Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
Isn't that right, Selena?
My beautiful jawbreaker.
[ Slurping ]
Eww!
I don't know what's happening,
but it sounds disgusting.
Here.
Clean up this space.
Do your laundry and -- Oh.
What is this?
Paint?
It's my wall art.
I call it "Lizards with Swords
and Stuff Like That."
I don't care about lizards!
Art belongs on a canvas,
not my walls!
I want this vandalism gone.
Ay!
Grandma!
What did I trip over?
Oh. Ha ha.
Um, it's my classical
jazz rock albums.
I moved them to the hall
to make room
for my other antique items.
Well, how am I supposed
to get around
in my own house with your junk
spilling out everywhere?
If you're going to live here
for the summer,
you two need to learn to
respect your Grandma's space.
Now clean this room, niños!
[ Door slams ]
I don't have to get rid
of all of these, right?
Aw, man. All these chips
are still good, though.
Like this one.
"Industrial Pig Squeals"?
I hate this band.
Hey, I'm gonna throw this out.
At least try
and clean up.
Uh, yes, Mom.
Boom!
Clean as heck.
[ Loud thump ]
That's weird.
Goodbye, "vandalism."
You're so good at cleaning, Vic.
Ah, thanks, Vic.
[ Loud thump ]
Whoa!
That's unusual.
[ Gasps ]
A "T-1 Model" typewriter?
With vintage
Calisto italic font?
I can't believe it!
[ Gasps ]
A whole box filled with them?!
Why would anyone
throw these out?
[ Sniffing ]
Ah, I'll never wash you,
Stainy Crusty.
Now get in there.
Hey, Vic, check out
these typewriters I found.
Uh, shouldn't you be
getting rid of stuff?
Yeah,
but this is different.
It's a collection of -- Wah!
[ Loud thump ]
Why is that happening?
Yeah,
most likely an earthquake.
[ Slurping ]
But, outside, only
Grandma's house was shaking.
Oh, maybe I should put these
in a better place.
♪♪
You sure have
a lot of space in there.
Space
for a lot more stuff.
Mystuff.
All right,
you can put your stuff --
Wait!
Ugh! Erggh!
You can't do it like that.
Yeah, I can!
No, Victor!
At least organize
your side.
Whoa!
Is it just me, or is the house
reacting to our messiness?
Nah,
it's definitely just you.
[ Rumbling ]
Aah!
What?
♪♪
Huh?
Aah!
Vic, I think the house
is mad at us!
Whoooa!
[ Humming ] Ha! Yeah!
Aah!
Well, it was nice
knowing you, Val!
Huh?
I'm alive!
Ow! Ow!
What the heck
just happened?
Aah!
Where are we?
Is this
Grandma's basement?
I don't see my wall
of chewed bubble gum,
so we must be
somewhere else.
This sounds crazy,
but did Grandma's house
just pull us down here because
we didn't clean our room?
Get real, Val.
You play
too many video games.
Whoa!
Look! It's like a door
straight out of a video game!
Let's check it...out.
Well, based on the weird stuff
that just transpired,
it might behoove us
to clean up
before going to whatever's
behind that door.
Whoa! You unlocked the door
by cleaning.
And the vacuum
is, like, your weapon.
Hey, I'm gonna need
a weapon, too, though.
It'll be dangerous
to explore without one.
I'm only giving you this
because I have a feeling
we have to clean to get out
of this weird part of the house
and back to our room.
Ha!
Yes! Whoo-hoo!
Hey!
Don't leave me alone.
♪♪
[ Whirring ]
Man, all this cleaning
is draining my life bar.
Yeah, how many more rooms
do we have to clean to get back?
Probably like infinity
or something.
I'm starting to wonder if
we're ever getting out of here.
Huh? Vic! Help me!
Val?
You look so cool!
No, this is not cool,
Victor.
Aah!
Erase these things!
I can't, man.
These scribbles are awesome.
I mean, look at that.
[ Lizards hissing ]
Here...let the artiste
do the work.
Vic, don't give me items.
[ Roars ]
Ahh! Hyaaah!
Uhh! [ Grunting ]
Vic, Grandma said to get rid
of your wall art.
Just erase it already!
I can't erase
the masterpiece, Val.
Vic...
[ Lizards hissing ]
Aaaahhh!
Ughh...
Where am I?
Val?
Uh! Uh! Hey!
[ Clothes zombies groaning ]
Are these all
my beautifully dirty clothes?
[ Groaning ]
Aah!
You leave me no choice.
[ Straining ]
It's laundry time.
Come get some!
[ Screaming ]
Vic, no!
Hey, I'm not a scribble anymore.
Victor?
Typewriter fonts?
[ Wind blowing ]
Whoa!
That was easy. No cleaning up
all these vintage keys?
Well, maybe I can take
a few back to my room.
[ Clothes zombies groaning ]
♪♪
[ Groaning continues ]
Vic: [ Laughs ]
Ha! Huh!
♪♪
[ Slurping ]
[ Groans ]
Aah!
Stainy Crusty...
I remember you.
Hot dog out of bun.
I'll save you.
Mmm...
That was a good summer.
[ Clothes zombies groaning ]
Just a few more
for the collection.
[ Gasps ]
♪♪
[ Straining ]
♪♪
[ Gasping ]
Aaaahhhh!
Oww!
Uhh! Take that,
you laundry scourge!
Val?
Look at all this.
There's so much
to clean up.
We're never gonna
get out of here.
[ Rumbling ]
I think Grandma's house
is still mad at us.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Selena!
How are we gonna clean up
all this junk?!
This is impossible!
[ Growling ]
There you are, Selena.
Ohh-aah!
Hey, what's the deal?
[ Buzzing ]
That big, scary thing
is made out of our clutter.
Great. Even our junk
is trying to end our lives.
I hate this video game.
Vic, we keep failing
at cleaning our junk.
What happens in a game
when you keep failing?
Both: Game over!
Vic! Somehow we gotta
clean all this up.
I get it, Val.
You're scared.
Now give me some space
to think about how to save us
and be the hero.
[ Slurping ]
Wah!
You're so sticky, Selena.
You seem to pick up
everything you touch.
But I'll take care of you.
Hey, why are you looking
at Selena like that for?
♪♪
It's working.
Selena's picking up
all our clutter.
Keep rolling.
I'll go up
and scope the area.
Aah!
I think we lost him!
Our junk sure is dumb.
[ Growling ]
What?
Val! Look out!
[ Gasps ] Aah!
I'm coming!
Waahh!
Waaah!
Ah! [ Panting ]
[ Panting ]
"Industrial Pig Squeals."
Nice.
All right, time to finish
cleaning up this mess.
Wait!
Don't jump in front of --
Aah!
Waahh! Waahh!
[ Both grunting ]
♪♪
[ Growling ]
Aah!
What do you want from us?
Val: Grandma won't mind
just one more vintage piece.
Vic: Eh, I like that my laundry
has a natural musk to it.
We should have cleaned up
when we had the chance.
[ Both panting ]
♪♪
Hmm.
Follow my lead.
Okay.
[ Both panting ]
Go faster! Faster!
Ready? Now push!
♪♪
He's stuck.
Now's our chance.
Hey, I'm not getting rid
of Selena.
This all started
because of our own mess.
We gotta get rid
of everything.
That means
getting rid of Selena.
[ Sighs ] Okay.
-Uh!
[ Roaring ]
Selena!
♪♪
Ah, come on!
Oh!
Vintage typewriter key.
♪♪
Both: We did it?
Okay, time
for cleaning inspection.
[ Sniffing ]
Smelling better.
Even the vandalism is gone.
Yeah, Grandma,
your house is magic.
And the basement
swallowed us up!
The wall art
came alive!
And all our stuff
became a monster,
and we burned him
with green fire,
and now everything's clean.
Oh, I see.
[ Chuckles ]
Whatever you have to dream up
to learn
to respect
your Grandma's space.
I sure am pooped
from almost dying.
[ Loud thump ]
Aah! My bad! My bad!
I was just testing you.
♪♪
[ Laughing ]