‐(tires squealing) ‐(engine revving)
‐(camera shutter clicking) ‐(text message swooshing)
‐(car crashes) ‐(person screams)
(horns honking)
(camera shutter clicks)
(smooth electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(upbeat music)
♪♪ ♪♪
‐Hi. ‐Hello.
‐Hey. ‐(chittering)
(laughs)
I'll catch you on the flip side.
‐Hi. ‐Go to hell!
What?
(melancholy music)
Okay.
♪♪ ♪♪
Um...hey, Kevin.
What are you doing there, pal?
‐Digging a tunnel to hell. ‐Okay.
Well, what are you doing later?
Hmm, probably still this hell thing.
Right, do you want to get a pizza
with me and Tanya instead?
I probably can't, since I'll be in hell.
Why are you doing this again?
Because a butterfly said to.
Mm.
Hey, butterflies,
which one of you told my friend to go to hell?
Hey, man, that could have been any one of us.
Yeah, everyone can go to hell.
‐Uh‐huh, the world is trash. ‐You know it!
All right, I get it.
You guys are super jaded and hate everything.
Been there. It's not as cool as you think.
Hey, man, we don't hate everything.
‐We like art and flowers. ‐Flowers are beautiful!
And we are cool, super cool!
Yeah, what do you like, video games and weed?
‐Yeah, Halo's basic. ‐(laughter)
(scoffs) Basic?
(grunts)
‐Are you kidding me? ‐Here we go.
‐Get him! ‐Yeah, get him!
Oh, God! Come on! Just stop, all right?
BUTTERFLY: Get him!
(Kevin grunting)
Whew!
Huh, this isn't hell.
‐Kevin. ‐Huh?
I'm sorry, do I know you?
I know many people, and I have many, many friends.
Okay, are you telling me this,
or are you telling you this?
Damn, is it that obvious?
Oh, you definitely don't seem like you have friends.
Okay, that's enough.
I had friends once, but people change.
‐They let you down. ‐I hear that.
Someone told me to go to hell today.
And did you kill him?
Uh...no.
You should try killing him next time.
Okay, maybe.
So what are you doing the rest of the day?
Should we keep hanging?
Uh, I don't know. I'm kind of tired.
What?
I mean, ooh, we could play laser tag!
Oh, hell yeah, laser tag is dope!
(upbeat music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(rock music)
(horn honks)
(snoring)
(alarm blares)
Ah, fuck, I almost missed free slushy day
at the gas station!
Jesus, fuck, I look like that guy
who died from winning a cigarette‐smoking contest.
(talking backwards)
(laughs) Okay, well, uh,
give 'em hell in the midterms or whatever.
(doorknob rattling)
(grunting)
Ah, shit!
Did I get too weak to open doors again?
Oh, but the slushies! What do I do?
Hmm.
Okay, okay, what's it gonna be?
Ah, I could go to the doctor. I could go to the gym.
I could, uh‐‐fuck, who's that?
Okay, um, shit, what am I gonna do?
Oh, I'll jump out the window! And then I'll go to the gym!
Ha!
(whistling)
Ha‐ha!
‐Name? ‐Swanson Dendolos.
Huh, says here you're eight years behind
on membership fees.
No, wait, uh, that's a different guy.
I gave the wrong name because I'm, uh‐‐I'm having a stroke.
My name is Jim...Memberton?
(keyboard clacking)
It says Jim Memberton died in 2019.
Well, some teenagers burned down heaven,
and now I'm back.
So you died and then heaven burned down
and then you had a stroke?
Yeah, what a day, you know?
(keyboard clacking)
(computer beeps)
Well, you got a free session.
Swan Boy, is that you?
‐I'm sorry, do I know you? ‐It's me, Ryland.
We went to high school together.
It's not ringing any bells, man.
I was voted best body
even though it wasn't a category?
Ah, nothing.
I almost died on the way to prom
because you cut my brakes?
Buddy, I've cut a lot of brakes.
Well, hey, water under the bridge.
Put her there!
(bones crack)
Ah, Jesus fucking Christ!
Huh, looks like we've got our work cut out for us.
What are your fitness goals?
I need to be able to open doors
so I can get a free slushy from the gas station.
My man, that is very bleak!
Let's do this!
(grunts)
Aah!
(burps, groans)
(panting) All right, fuck this.
(upbeat music)
(bell ringing)
♪♪ ♪♪
(foghorn blares)
Swan Boy, I never thought I'd say this,
but maybe you're not gym material.
I say, I say! What makes you say that?
You're just too preposterous.
I'm not sure I can do this anymore.
This is bullshit!
You're supposed to be helping me.
And I can't even do that!
My life is a lie.
(laughs) I see what's going on here.
You're trying to hoard all the slushies for yourself.
I'll kill you!
(grunting)
Fuck you! Die! Die! Die!
I wish I'd never made it to prom!
You were right to cut my brakes!
I would be better off as a cautionary tale!
Hey! Read the sign!
(dramatic music)
Read my dick!
All right, that's it.
Ooh, I'm gonna love kicking your ass.
‐(shrieks) ‐(grunts)
(panting)
Swan Boy, you're using the treadmill correctly!
Hey, I am! Wow!
I can do anything I put my mind to
as long as I create a problem to motivate myself.
No, please don't learn that lesson!
Too late, asshole! Ha‐ha, lesson learned!
Okay, but don't lock it in!
I'm locking it! (laughs)
(grunts)
(laughs)
(door chimes)
Hey, I did it. I opened the door.
Ew, how does a slushy go bad?
I won. (slurps)
And nobody helped me.
(smooth electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(dreamy music)
Oh, hi.
It's me, Ike.
And this is Words with Ike.
You know, I've been in the word game for a long time
and thought I'd defined every word there is to know,
but my team of researchers made an astonishing discovery.
There are indeed more words out there.
And so we got back into action.
♪♪ ♪♪
We found words as old as time
and some... (breathes deeply)
As fresh as a spring breeze.
We found beautiful words and ugly words,
clean words and a few dirty ones too.
♪♪ ♪♪
‐(boing) ‐Ugh.
We found weird words and cool words
and some that might leave you feeling a little jealous.
♪♪ ♪♪
Wow.
♪♪ ♪♪
(water babbling)
♪♪ ♪♪
So come, let's take a stroll with Old Lady English
down Lexicon Boulevard.
I hope you brought your parasol,
because the forecast calls for sun
with a chance of Words with Ike.
♪♪ ♪♪
(mellow music)
♪♪ ♪♪
What, Kevin went to laser tag without us?
I mean, we got pizza without him.
Well, he told me he was busy. Look.
TANYA: Is he hanging with a skull?
ERNESTO: Probably.
I guess we would know if we had been invited.
Dude, since when do you even like laser tag?
Since I was excluded from the activity.
That's usually how I find out I like stuff.
‐I get that. ‐Oh, no.
‐What, what, what, what? ‐It's those guys from earlier.
‐Oh, it's on. ‐Yeah, fuck him up!
‐You done messed up! ‐TANYA: The pretty ones?
They're the ones that beat you up, huh?
Not beat up, just chased and taunted for a mile.
Oh, my God! You ran a mile?
They called me basic.
Is that why you're wearing this new jacket?
‐No, I always wear this. ‐No, you don't.
I know all your clothes, and this is new.
This is fabulous.
Stand up and let me get a look at you.
Right now?
Yeah, come on, do a little spin.
Yes, nice, you look dope in that!
Right? Super not basic.
(bell jingles)
Hey, give me that jacket!
What? No.
I would look dope in it.
You'd look ridiculous.
With your tiny body, you could never pull this off.
Yeah, I could!
Do I have to kick your ass again?
‐Ha! ‐What's happening?
Yes, let's go find his friends now.
‐We can take them all. ‐No, no, no, no.
‐What? ‐Look.
I don't need this drama.
Kevin's hanging out with skulls.
You're stirring shit with the local butterfly population,
probably messing with the ecosystem in some way.
And one of us have work tomorrow.
Oh, so you're too corporate for street fights now?
You know I love street fights.
Yeah, remember that one time‐‐
‐Aah! ‐Aah!
‐(growls)
‐You done did it now! ‐Ha!
(laughs)
‐Ker‐smash! ‐Oh, it's on.
Have a seat!
Yeah, sit down!
‐Nice retort. ‐Thank you.
Pretty similar to mine, though.
Yeah, it was, like, a follow‐up,
a little one‐two punch.
‐Oh, that makes sense, yeah. ‐(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
(gasps) Five‐oh, five‐oh!
(both shout)
Go, go, go, go!
♪♪ ♪♪
(lasers blasting)
We're pinned down here! The blue team is destroying us.
It's because they have Jonathan.
He's really good.
There's only one way out of this.
Kevin, you have to sacrifice yourself for me.
What? No, dude, I just met you.
Yeah, no, I was just kidding.
Uh, let's run out of here together.
‐Oh, God. ‐Ready?
Oh, God. You can do this, Kevin.
‐Go! ‐You got this, Kevin.
Aah!
No, no, no, no!
(laughs) Now I can‐‐damn it!
Jonathan!
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Dude, chill.
I am super chill!
Hey, Kev, good game, man.
Not good enough to beat us, though.
‐Am I right? ‐(laughs) I get you.
‐(shrieks) ‐What the heck was that?
‐He was talking shit! ‐No, he wasn't!
I peered into his soul!
Stop peering into people's souls.
‐Absolutely not. ‐(chittering)
(sinister music)
What?
So should we hang more?
I have to get home.
Ooh, I'll go home with you. I need a place to crash!
(groans)
(dramatic music)
(both breathing heavily)
Let's hide out in my apartment.
‐We need some wheels. ‐Already on it.
(grunts)
‐Ugh, what happened? ‐Uh, nothing, I'm good.
Sorry we had to run from the police.
It's cool.
I was hoping to get some exercise today.
No, I'm a bad friend.
You're not a bad friend.
You're totally an okay friend.
Thank you.
Kevin's a bad friend, though,
for not inviting us to laser tag.
Oh, my God, just drop it!
‐Never. ‐Oh, God.
He's probably having the time of his life right now.
(line rings)
Hey, Dad?
I dug up an old skull,
and I think it might be the devil.
Kevin, what have I told you about archaeology?
That it's a game of thieves and liars.
DAD: And?
And that one day, you'll dig up the devil.
‐DAD: That's right. ‐Oh, man!
And now he'll probably curse you
and kill everybody that you love.
That sucks. I love a lot of people.
DAD: You have to deal with this, Kevin.
You have to banish that demon.
But that's so much work.
DAD: Ask your friends to help.
But they're busy.
Kevin, your mom and I are going to be very unhappy
if the devil curses our family.
‐Okay! ‐DAD: Okay?
Okay, okay!
‐Get your shit together, son. ‐Yes, Daddy.
(smooth electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
Now, Christoph, we've been in therapy
for over six months, and you haven't taken
a single thing seriously, have you?
No.
So what we're gonna do now is an exercise
where you have no choice but to be serious.
‐It's called free association. ‐Oh, yeah?
I'll say a word, and then all you have to do
is say the first thing that comes into your head, okay?
Yeah.
You have to take it seriously for it to work.
‐Yeah, yeah, yeah. ‐Okay.
Politics.
Schmolitics.
‐Family. ‐Schmamily.
‐Feminine. ‐Schmeminine.
‐Christoph. ‐What?
‐Do it properly. ‐I am.
‐Violence. ‐Schmiolence.
‐Accident. ‐Schmaccident.
‐Argument. ‐Schmargument.
‐Beef and black bean. ‐Schmeef and schmack schmean.
All right.
Uh...schmaltz.
Gotcha.
Yeah.
(gunshot)
(quirky electronic music)
(L'Rain's "Stay, Go (Go, Stay)")
(singing indistinctly)
♪♪ ♪♪
(upbeat music)
(singing indistinctly)
♪♪ ♪♪
(soft music)
(music stops)
(soft music)
(music stops)
(soft music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(music stops)
Oh, thank God.
James, this is gonna be my new nice office
where I spend all my time.
‐Do you think it's cool? ‐Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
Um, you know what would be cool is if we went outside
and we, I don't know, waved at our neighbors?
I don't want to say hi to anybody.
I know, but think about it. We go outside.
We say hello. They say hello back.
We say, "Do you want to come over?"
They say, "Yes," and I'm like, "Tight."
We're over here. We're having drinks.
We're having snacks.
They invite us over to their place.
Boom, they have kids.
A little bit later, we have kids.
I don't want anybody to come over,
and if they do, I hope the walls
of our house stop them from getting inside,
and if that fails, I hope they see
from our objects that we have rich inner lives
and don't need them.
(knock at door)
Our fist mail.
♪♪ ♪♪
(whispering) "Motorcycles tonite."
"Starts abruptly at sundown."
This is exactly the sort of shit I'm trying to do.
"Motorcycles tonite."
‐Bit, "motorcycles tonite." ‐I don't care.
JAMES: Our first community event.
(clock ticking)
♪♪ ♪♪
(clock ticking)
JAMES: And the neighborhood's coming together
for "Motorcycles Tonite."
(clock ticking)
(dramatic music)
Do we own any lawn chairs?
BIT: James, look, I can fit
all my important blue jars in here.
I'm never gonna have to leave this room.
You know, we're gonna want something kind of comfortable.
We're probably gonna be out there all "tonite."
(mysterious music)
"Motorcycles Tonite."
Snacks.
(smooth electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(clock ticking)
Hey! "Motorcycles Tonite"!
"Motorcycles Tonite"?
"Motorcycles Tonite," right?
"Motorcycles Tonite"!
Right?
(ominous music)
♪♪ ♪♪
See ya!
These are really good snacks.
Don't eat them all. They're motorcycle snacks.
PERSON (over loudspeaker): "Motorcycles Tonite."
(clock ticking)
(soft music)
♪♪ ♪♪
Hey, is this good for painting cars?
The car's already painted.
Like, words on a car, not the whole car.
Our car.
That's what the license plate is for.
Celebratory words.
(clock ticking)
BIT: Well, well, well, look who's laughing now.
They said you wouldn't amount to nothing,
and here you are with your own basket of wood.
(sighs)
I guess "Motorcycles Tonite" got canceled.
(engines rumbling faintly)
Bit? Bit, I think it's happening.
Bit, oh, my God, I think they're here!
Bit, they're here!
‐"Motorcycles Tonite" is here! ‐What‐‐
We can go outside and be a part of this right now!
‐No, we have to‐‐ ‐We need to go outside!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(ominous music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(engines rumbling)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
I just built this. I need this room!
No! James!
(engines rumbling)
This is not right!
God did not want this to happen!
No, no, no!
(items crash)
(engines rumbling)
(breathing heavily)
‐(horns beep) ‐(groans)
♪♪ ♪♪
(birds chirping)
(soft music)
♪♪ ♪♪
See? This is nice.
(person screaming over loudspeaker)
♪♪ ♪♪
(upbeat music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(upbeat electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
‐Hey. ‐Hey.
‐You Kevin's friend? ‐Yup.
Dude, are you drinking one of my nice beers?
Mm‐mm‐mm, probably.
Maybe you could ask next time.
Maybe you could fuck off next time!
Are you talking shit?
(mockingly) "Are you talking shit?"
‐Oh! Ah! ‐Ow!
(groans)
You can drink my beer if you want.
(mockingly) "Wah, I'm a turtle."
(gasps)
Hey, bro, uh,
do you want to go to this sick club?
I don't know, how sick is it?
It's the sickest one.
(ominous music)
♪♪ ♪♪
Then yes.
(dance music playing)
Wow, there's no line.
Wait a minute.
♪♪ ♪♪
Kevin, what the hell is this?
I don't know. I heard it was a sick club.
Oh, what, and this club just happens to be on top
of the hole you found me in,
made of cardboard?
Ooh...busted.
(chanting evilly)
(screams)
Ow.
‐Oh, hey, Tanya. ‐Hey, Kevin.
What are you up to?
Ernesto and I got into a street fight
with a butterfly.
‐Tale as old as time. ‐Where is Ernesto anyway?
The demon skull made him jump out of a window.
Turt, ew, where'd you get a gun, dude?
‐eBay. ‐Well, get rid of it.
‐Throw it out the window. ‐Great idea.
'Cause this one's better, ooh!
TANYA: Ugh, throw that out the window too!
Any online retailer guns, get rid of them.
‐(gunshot) ‐Hey, hey, hey, stop it!
That is dangerous!
Yeah, so are demons, Kevin,
that you befriend and bring home.
I won't apologize for having a big heart.
(explosion booms)
Ah, put myself out there, and this is what I get?
(grunts)
Oh, give me a break. You know this guy?
Mm, sort of.
We were hanging out earlier,
but now I'm pretty sure he's the devil.
Kevin, you need to unfriend this dude yesterday.
I already tried deceiving him!
‐I'm at my wits' end! ‐Try harder!
Come up with a better deception!
He's the devil, Tanya! It's challenging!
ERNESTO: Hey, guys.
‐TANYA: (gasps) ‐KEVIN: Whoa.
‐You look terrible. ‐I know.
Kevin's skull friend tried to kill me.
And he was drinking my nice beer.
Wow, Kevin, I was gonna drink that beer.
Hey, my B, my B.
Yeah, it definitely is your B.
And I said it is!
(speaking indistinctly)
‐Hey, you owe me a beer. ‐Begone!
‐(screams) ‐(grunting)
‐Go away! ‐(screams)
(dramatic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
‐I'm leaving. ‐What?
Look, if you didn't want to hang,
you could have just said that.
You didn't have to be an asshole about it.
Hey, but I‐‐
It's honestly just disappointing.
But you killed someone!
You've got a lot of growing up to do, Kevin.
Wait.
Was I the asshole here?
(grunts)
(upbeat music)
(L'Rain's "Two Face")
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ Walked up to your door ♪♪
♪♪ Will you let me in? ♪♪
♪♪ Hello, loneliness ♪♪
♪♪ Crying by your side ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ I can't build no new nothing ♪♪
♪♪ Or new life, no new nothing for me ♪♪
♪♪ I've gotten all ♪♪
♪♪ Of my bricks aligned ♪♪
♪♪ But mortar's escaping me ♪♪
‐(clear music) ‐CHORUS: ♪♪ Yes ♪♪