[upbeat music]
- All right. You guys ready to go live?
- Yes. - Let's do it.
- In three, two, one...
What's up, dance fans?
It's Presley, Lex, and Munchy.
- We're training for Dance Dance Altoonisburg.
- Also known as D-D-A.
- And we're here with a little warning
for all of you "schmancers" out there
who are entering the competition.
- "Schmancers" are dancers who are "schmoes."
- We're the KidDING-DONGS, and we're going to crush you!
- With our choreography.
- And grind you to a pulp!
- With our timing.
- Y'all been warned!
We'll see you at the D-D-A's in a few days
at Altoonisburg's High School auditorium.
- My dad is hosting
because he's the principal of the school.
And I don't know why I'm talking like this.
- Be there or be square...danced.
- Square danced?
- It sounded better in my head.
- Okay. This is a dance practice.
So how about we do some actual dancing?
- Nah. We're good.
- Lex is right.
We need to work on the big showstopping move I created,
the Munchy-Y.
Not only is it a great dance move,
it also gives recognition to the letter Y,
which is a very underappreciated letter.
- It's a consonant and a vowel!
So cool!
- The Munchy-Y is too hard.
We've been rehearsing it for weeks
and still haven't mastered it.
- That's why we need to practice.
I mean, without a dramatic lift,
are we even really dancing?
- Legally no.
- So let's run the Munchy-Y.
[Chris Brown and Juelz Santana's "Run It"]
- Okay.
One, two, three-- [phone dings]
Oh! [both yelp]
Sorry. I had to grab my phone.
- It's okay. We got a KidDING.
- Whoa, the job's in Altoonisburg Hills.
- [gasps]
That fancy neighborhood with the moving fences?
- They're called gates.
But yeah. Only big shots live there.
- I bet the job pays a lot.
- We do have a boat payment soon,
and we haven't had a KidDING in a while...
- Okay. Let's do it.
But I don't wanna lose any rehearsal time
so let's dance our way there.
[electronic music]
- Purple, purple, purple.
- [trills]
[upbeat musical sting]
- It's me, your man, Alan.
What's up, Alan-nators?
I got a couple of updates, but first a quick shoutout
to my wife who's out of town.
Hi, hon. Back to my fans.
I will be competing in Dance Dance Altoonisburg!
As you know, a crew must have three members,
so it's a chance for two lucky followers
to hang with me.
- Hey, Alan.
I'm here to collect the boat payment.
Where are the girls?
- I have no idea.
Do you wanna say something to the Alan-nators?
- I do not.
- Wanna join my dance crew?
- Oh, I'm hosting the show.
But if I wasn't, I'd probably still say no.
- That was my best friend, Tedward.
Ooh!
See ya later, Alan-nators!
Fisher.
How would you like to join
your old man's dance squad?
- I'd love to, Dad,
but I just remembered that I'm busy for...
ever.
- Come on.
Why do you think I spent so much money
on all those tap dance lessons for you?
So you could join my dance crew.
- You told me it was because the arts are important.
- I told you what you wanted to hear.
- Can you even dance?
- You tell me.
[grunts]
[snapping]
[humming pop melody softly]
[grunting]
[moans]
[grunting]
I'll take that as a maybe!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- And this is the grand room.
- Ah, yes.
Looks exactly like my grand room.
- Fancy place you've got, Mr. Grieves.
So what'd you hire us to do?
- I didn't hire you. I am the butler.
- For real?
I have a million questions about butlering.
Or is it butling?
See, that's question number one.
- Mm.
As fascinating as that conversation sounds,
I must retrieve my employer.
It's a butling thing.
- Butling. I knew it!
- This place is so fancy.
This must be a guitar for rich people.
[harp strumming]
both: Ooh.
[gong crashes]
- May I present the master of the manor.
- Did somebody say, "Crunchy?"
[together] Crunchy?
- Who's Crunchy?
- The girls and I are old friends.
- Is that true?
Are you two secretly old?
- No, he means we've known him for a long time.
- Oh.
I've never heard you mention Crunchy.
I thought I was the only Unchy.
- Uh, I was the original Unchy.
Grieves, bang the gong dramatically.
[gong crashes]
- ♪ I got, you got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds when we're side-by-side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ Oh, we're taking off, gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go off and friends are on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
♪ ♪
[gong crashing]
- That'll do, Grieves.
- Very good, sir.
- Nice shirt. - It cost more than your house.
- So your name is Crunchy.
Is that short for Chrunch-stopher?
- Ew, no. Crunch-bastian.
- Ah.
So how do you all know each other?
- We met at camp. It's a long story.
- Yeah. One I love to tell.
Grieves, puppet time!
- [gasps] Puppets.
They're like people but puppets.
- It was my first summer at puppetry camp.
Did somebody say "Puppet Crunchy?"
Puppetry camp is where I met these two.
- Wait. Are those puppets you two?
- Yeah. We kind of look amazing.
- So you guys went to puppetry camp?
- Well, I thought we were going to puppy camp.
It was a long summer.
- I'm not gonna lie. I was into it.
- That summer, the three of us became best friends.
And oh, how we danced.
[laughs]
- Wait.
How is Grieves doing that with just two hands?
- It's a butling thing.
Grieves, you're killing it, man.
- Then came the summer before fifth grade.
- That's when I moved next door to Presley.
- I know.
Because that's when my friends turned on me!
[dissonant piano chord]
- We didn't turn on you.
- And why did our puppets turn into monsters?
- Instead of going to camp,
they spent all summer with their amazing new friend,
Munchy.
- He is amazing. - That summer was the best.
- They left me all alone with a broken heart.
I never had friends again.
- Crunchy, that is not what happened.
- Yeah, we didn't change.
You did when your dad got super rich
from inventing those cameras
that take your picture on a rollercoaster.
- It was my idea to charge $20.
- When you became rich, you became a different person.
- That's the reason you haven't made any new friends.
- Let's just go.
I don't know what you KidDING'd us about,
but we are not interested. - Mm.
- What a shame. Hm.
I was gonna offer to pay off your entire debt.
- Did we say we're not interested?
'Cause we meant, "What's that you say?"
- I would like to hire you two to be my dance partners
for the D-D-A's.
I've been watching you rehearse online and you're good.
With me, you'd be great.
- But we can only dance in groups of three.
- Yeah, if we danced with you, we couldn't dance with Munchy.
- Oh, my. It does mean that.
What do you say?
We get the original gang back together
for a dance competition,
and your entire debt gets paid.
- We're not gonna-- - Ah-ah!
Just take the night to think about it.
Hey. [camera shutter clicks]
- Oh.
- You could buy a copy of that picture
on your way out for $20.
Grieves, show them out.
- Grieves, please have our carriage brought to the front.
- Munchy, we came here on a bus.
- Don't embarrass me in front of Grieves.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- I can't believe you paid Crunchy
$20 for that picture.
- You gotta cherish the moment.
- So what are we gonna do about Crunchy?
He's trying to manipulate us to be his friends again.
But we could wipe out our entire debt
by doing this one job.
- Right, and here's the dream.
If we pay off that whole thing,
we can go mess something else up
and start paying that off.
- Ugh.
This is so hard.
I mean, I wanna pay off this debt
but I don't wanna abandon you
to dance with that jerk, Crunchy.
- Guys, guys. Let me make this easy for you.
'Cause I get the pickle you're in.
And you know how I feel about pickles.
While they're delicious,
they're not a place one wants to find oneself.
- Okay, if I followed your pickle story correctly,
then I think we're dancing with Crunchy.
- Thank you for understanding, Munchy.
I guess we'll go let Crunchy know.
- Well, if we're not doing the Munchy-Y,
I guess I'll do the Munchy-Bye.
Bye!
[upbeat musical sting]
- Hey, you can't cross the street there!
That's illegal!
Too bad there's no crossing guard nearby!
- Crossing Guard Jaget is here!
[exhales sharply]
Wait. I don't see anyone.
- I thought that was a guy jaywalking
but it's just a window.
So whatcha doing?
You wanna hang out, grab a bite,
join my dance crew?
- Nah.
- Fine.
I didn't want you in my dance crew anyway.
- Yes, you did.
- Yes, I did.
- Oh, Jaget.
Good. You're here.
Can I talk to you about something?
- No time to talk.
There was a report of a jaywalker and-or a window.
Either way, it's not safe.
Okay. We clear.
What's up, Munchy?
- Should I be upset?
This kid, Crunchy, offered to pay off our debt
if the girls dance with him in the competition.
But really,
he just wants to be friends with them and drive me out.
- Mm. Been there.
Friends fight over me all the time.
But obviously those two turned him down, right?
- They did not, big bro.
- Well, did you tell 'em how you feel in pickle terms?
- Yes, but they took it all wrong.
Apparently, not everyone understands pickles like we do.
They're gonna dance with Crunchy.
- Then there's only one thing to do.
- Be honest with them? - No!
We will form our own dance crew,
enter the contest, and win.
- That could be fun.
- No!
You can get revenge.
- Fun revenge?
- Revenge is always fun.
- Oh, Fisher. You wanna join our dance crew?
- Dude, we wanna win.
And there's no way little science guy can dance.
- If I can't dance, then why did I invent sneakers
that can instantly turn into tap shoes?
[mechanical whirring]
[tap dancing]
- He's on our crew.
Also, you're getting me those shoes for Christmas.
[upbeat musical sting]
- And a five, six, seven, eight.
- And a Milly Rock. And a Milly Rock.
And a Bernie Lean. A Bernie Lean.
Rollerskate. Rollerskate.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
- That was great.
Aren't we having fun?
Just as much fun as you have with Munchy, right?
- So much. - Super fun.
- So what do you guys think of the big finish to the dance?
- Normally, we finish on a big lift.
- With Munchy, we were gonna end with the Munchy-Y.
- Ugh.
I hate lifts and I hate Y's.
Are you a consonant or a vowel? Pick one.
- So should we try it once with you actually dancing with us?
- No.
Grieves, from the top.
And this time, like I mean it.
- Of course, sir. [clears throat]
- And five, six, seven, eight.
- And a Milly Rock. And a Milly Rock.
And a Bernie Lean. And a Bernie Lean.
- Something doesn't feel right.
- It's these pants.
I feel like a shiny garbage bag.
- No, it feels wrong that we're going to compete
in Dance Dance Altoonisburg without Munchy.
- Wow.
You got KidDING-DONG jackets?
- Not exactly. We're now...
Crunchy and the Bunchies.
- So you two are the Bunchies?
- Yep. I'm a Bunchie.
- And I'm a Bunchie.
- And together, we're the Bunchies.
- Why are you talking to the competition, lil bro?
- The competition? What are you talking about?
And why are you guys wearing the same outfit?
- We kind of started our own dance crew.
- We are the Criss-Crossing Guards.
- With a little science on the side.
[tap dancing]
- Munchy, you started your own dance crew?
- Well, I did because I just wanted--
- Because after you two broke his heart,
he had no choice.
- We broke your heart?
Why didn't you say anything, Munchy?
- Yeah, you just talked about pickles being delicious.
- If you--
- If you were real friends,
you would know how pickles feel.
- Munchy, we're doing this for all of us.
- I know but I--
- But now my brother has made his feelings crystal-clear.
Isn't that right, Munchy?
- Well, actually I-- - They're crystal-clear.
Criss-Crossing Guards look both ways.
Then exit.
[upbeat music]
[cheers and applause]
- Hello. I'm Principal Tedward.
And on behalf of Altoonisburg High School,
welcome to Dance Dance Altoonisburg.
[cheers and applause]
Okay. That's enough.
All proceeds from the show will go toward
getting that weird stink out of the cafeteria.
And now, please put your fins together
for tonight's judge,
the Altoonisburg High School mascot,
Luna the Tuna!
[cheers and applause]
Okay. That's enough.
And first up, my neighbor Alan,
who says...
he finally found two guys who can keep up with him.
Welcome My Three Alans!
[cheers and applause]
[Bee Gee's "You Should Be Dancing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ My baby move at midnight ♪
♪ Goes right on till the dawn ♪
♪ My woman take me higher ♪
♪ My woman keep me warm ♪
- This is horrible.
- At least you're not related to him.
- No, I'm talking about Munchy.
We really hurt his feelings.
- I know, but we're one dance routine away
from paying off our debt, and that helps him too.
- Hello, Bunchies!
I came up with a new plan for the end of the dance.
It's this ah-mazing move that I came up with all by myself.
The Crunchy-Y!
- The Crunchy-Y?
- You are just ripping off the Munchy-Y
which is a symbol of our friendship with Munchy.
- Stop talking about Munchy.
You're my best friends again or you don't get paid.
Grieves, tempt them with the money.
- Mm.
- Mm, this card has enough money on it
to pay off the boat you exploded.
Now I know a briefcase full of cash
would be more impressive
but Grieves doesn't have the upper body strength.
- [grunts]
- I knew you'd take it.
Everyone has a price.
- Yeah, we took it.
Took it do this.
[stomping]
- We are not dancing with you.
Some things are more important than money.
- What? Like more money?
- No, like Munchy. We quit.
- This isn't over.
Grieves, grab that debit card and storm out with me.
[cheers and applause]
- Try following that!
- Munchy, can we talk to you?
- Sorry. Not happening.
- But would you talk to our friends?
- You stole the puppets from Crunchy's house?
- I stole a lot of things from Crunchy's house.
Hi, Munchy.
We're sorry we hurt your feelings.
- We only danced with Crunchy
because we thought you were cool with it.
- Yeah.
The whole pickle thing really threw us off.
You need to work on your metaphors.
- It's true.
- Can you forgive us and dance with the real versions of us?
- I can't be angry at puppets.
Of course I'll dance with you!
- I see puppets. What's going on?
- Sorry, big bro. I can't be on your dance crew.
I'm a KidDING-DONG.
- I can't believe you're abandoning me
and what's his name.
- My friends need me.
- What?
I learned a whole dance for this?
I'm out of here.
[tap dancing]
[upbeat musical sting]
[applause]
- Let's hear it for The Extras.
[chuckles]
Well, Luna, it's time for our final performance.
Please welcome, Crunchy and the Bunchies!
- Actually, we just reunited with Munchy,
so we're back to being The KidDING-DONGS.
- No one cares.
Just dance!
[applause]
[Chris Brown and Juelz Santana's "Run It"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ I know what girls want, want ♪
♪ I know what they like, like ♪
♪ They wanna stay up ♪
♪ And party all night ♪
♪ So bring a friend ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Friends ♪
[cheers and applause]
- That was amazing!
That's my son, Munchy. [laughs]
Daddy's proud of you.
Uh, I mean... [clears throat]
They danced very well.
I think it's pretty obvious who's going to win this trophy.
What do you think, Luna the Tuna?
[inaudible]
- Crunchy?
- Oh! I can't believe it.
The winner is me, Crunchy.
This proves that with hard work and paying off judges,
you can win in the end.
Presley and Lex, you could be up here,
but you're losers.
Hope your dumb friend Munchy is worth it.
- "Dumb friend Munchy?"
That's my son.
Give me that trophy.
I'd rather anyone win but you.
- [laughing] Yes!
I'm anyone!
We won! We did it, boys.
- Hey. I won that.
Grieves, get that trophy back.
- No. I quit.
Luna the Tuna is using the gold card to hire me.
- Fine. I don't need you.
I don't need anybody.
[nervous laugh]
I don't know how to get home.
- I can't believe my dad won.
- It's okay.
We may have lost, but we lost together as friends.
- This is why you're our favorite Unchy.
- Hey. Got room for three more?
[upbeat music]