- Okay. Now, to dance like a robot is actually very easy.
- To be clear, I didn't ask to dance like a robot.
I asked to become a dancing robot.
- Just show us what to do.
- Great! Let's try it with music.
[ice cream truck music plays]
- Hmm, strange choice of music,
but I'm into it.
- This isn't my music.
- Trash!
Fresh trash!
- Hey, it's my friend, Briles, from the dump.
- Hey, Munch-man.
Nice robot dancing.
- Thank you, Briles!
You always say the sweetest things.
- I thought I heard the dump cart man.
- Fisher, got lots of good stuff for ya.
- Briles brought me some equipment from the dump.
I'm trying to build an air cannon powerful enough
to blow leaves off trees before they fall.
- Take that, nature!
- And it gets me out of the dump,
which is a nice distraction,
especially since Pidgey left.
- [sighs] I guess I'll ask.
Who's Pidgey?
- Oh, she was my pet pigeon.
Until she flew away! [sobbing]
- Hey, Briles. Look at me.
I would never fly away from you, buddy.
I will stay right here by your side until the very end--
[phone chimes] Oh, my phone!
- Hey, it's a KidDING from a restaurant.
But the name is just a bunch of letters.
F-N-C-E-E?
- I think it's pronounced "fancy."
- [gasps] both: Ooh!
- Sounds fancy.
- Oh, it is! I know.
I get their trash, and it is, mwah.
Ugh!
I should never have kissed that hand.
I haven't washed it since I left the dump.
- But, yeah, I've heard of FNCEE.
The waiters make salad right next to your table.
Here, let me show you. I have it bookmarked.
- [dryly] Voilà.
- Ah, my dream is to get a shot
at making the ultimate tableside salad.
- Well, I thought your dream was to become a dancing robot.
- [robotically] I can have two dreams.
- Well, let's get down to FNCEE.
We'll leave you guys to your trash.
- Pardon, but FNCEE is closed.
Ah!
Perhaps you're looking for Sloppy Burger.
It is down the street.
Enjoy the toys with your meals.
- No, we're here for the KidDING.
- But to be clear, we do like toys with our meals.
- Ah, yes. I'm Lyonne, the maître d'.
- So, is this where I'll stand when I'm the hostess?
- No, no, no, no, no.
No!
You misunderstand.
You are not going to be seen by our customers.
- Oh, so we're gonna be working in the kitchen,
like, as chefs?
- No. No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
You are here to fix our problem with a...
[whispers] rat.
- [loudly] A rat?
- Shh!
- But we're not exterminators.
- Exactly. I cannot hire real exterminators.
The mayor is having her birthday dinner here
in five hours.
If word got out about the rat, we'd be ruined,
and no one would pay $50 for our scallops.
- I see. Would you please give us a moment?
- Of course. - Thank you so much.
I appreciate it. Thank you.
I am not going anywhere near that rat!
They try to eat you.
- No, I have a feeling that Kevin is different.
- Who's Kevin?
- That's what I just named the rat.
I name every animal I ever think about.
Watch. I'll think of a hippo.
Charles.
- Whoa.
That is the perfect name for a hippo!
- I know.
Okay, now we have to catch Kevin
so we can find him a new home.
- It'll be an adventure.
Like a safari, only with rats.
A rat-fari!
- Well, you two have fun.
I'll be at Sloppy Burger, where the rats stay in the kitchen.
- Oh, come on!
Think of scared little Kevin.
He needs our help.
[squeakily] "Help me, Presley!"
- Okay, fine.
But I'm not touching it. Or looking at it.
Or thinking about it.
Ugh! I just thought about it!
- So, you're going to catch the rat?
- Yep. - Good.
These are kitchen tools for the rat killing.
Take your pick.
I prefer the stabby thing.
- Hey! - Ow!
- We are not stabbing anything.
We are going to safely remove and re-home him.
This will be perfect to catch him.
- This will be perfect to catch him across the head.
Gently across the head.
- Whoa.
I feel like Thor.
[raspingly] Follow me.
A rat-fari awaits!
Look! There it is! - The rat?
- No, that's where waiters make salad right next to your table!
- Focus. We need to find Kevin.
- Let's do it. I'll be right behind you...
using you as a shield.
[rat squeaks] - Guys, look!
He's behind the drapes!
- Okay. I have a plan.
On three, we get it.
One, two, three. Go!
Where'd he go?
- Okay, Presley, do you see him?
- No, I think we scared it off.
Why are you looking at me like that?
- [slowly] No reason.
I just want you to remain calm.
- When you talk to me like that,
it makes me think something is wrong.
- [slowly] Everything is perfectly fine.
- We just want to talk.
- And capture the rat on your shoulder.
- [screams]
- Oh, there he goes!
[rat squeaks]
- Uh, guys? Why'd he stop?
And why is he staring at us?
- Don't worry.
He's more scared of us than we are of him.
[rat squeaks]
- He wants to eat us!
Run! [all scream]
- ♪ 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 up in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
- I can still feel the rat crawling on me.
- Oh, come on. It's just a cute little animal.
Did you see his beady little eyes and his yellow teeth?
- It tried to eat me like I was a $50-scallop!
- Guys, we gotta go back.
It's still our job to catch it.
And there's only three hours
until the mayor's birthday party starts.
- Okay, but kitchen utensils are not going
to catch that sneaky rat.
I'm calling backup.
Fisher! - No!
- Fisher!
- 'Sup, Lex?
- Fisher, we need your help.
- To kill a rat.
- To catch a rat without hurting it.
- Wink, wink.
- No winks.
- Actually, the air cannons I've been working on
might be perfect for this.
- I think this is a great plan.
Wink, wink.
- I'm not sure you understand how winking works.
- Oh, don't I?
Wink.
No, I really don't.
Can someone explain?
- Hey, thanks again
for bringing those jumpsuits from the dump.
- Oh, in the biz, we call them dumpsuits.
And I'm happy to.
I know what it's like getting bit by rats.
Better than opossums,
worse that raccoons.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Yeah!
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Now that's an entrance!
- See? Told you the smoke machine was worth it.
- Okay, now you can use
those high-powered portable air cannons
to herd the rat into this.
It's a trap that will safely suck the rat in.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh. Can we go back
to the high-powered air cannons, please?
- Right. There's something you should know.
Your packs are set to level two.
Turning them any higher would blow air
at the same velocity as a hurricane.
- Why would you add a setting that's too powerful to use?
- I'm a scientist, but I'm still a kid.
Okay, everyone. Power up your rat packs.
[rat-packs whirring]
- [imitates whirring]
Just wanted to feel like I was a part of things.
- Okay. See if you can get this fake rat from here,
over to the trap.
[rat-packs whooshing]
I'll open the trap.
[rat trap dings]
When you see the light turn green,
that means you've trapped the rat inside.
- Garbage and science working together.
Whoo!
- Uh, hey, uh, ever since Pidgey left,
I've been looking at getting a new pet.
Maybe I could bring that little rat you catch home
to live at the dump?
- Well, I do have an extensive screening process
on animal owners.
- What if I interview Briles for you?
I know exactly what you're looking for.
I've read your animal adoption blog.
All 700 pages, twice.
- Huh, I never thought your obsession with me
would be helpful.
Interview away. both: Yes!
- Boy, you just never know the days
that are gonna change your life forever.
[Ray Parker Jr.'s "Ghostbusters" playing]
♪ ♪
- We're back.
Empty?
Well, that was a waste of an entrance.
- Where have you been?
I hired you to catch the rat
and the mayor's birthday starts in two hours.
- [gasps] That's only two hours from now!
- So get in and catch the rat.
- With this baby, we have plenty of time!
[rat-pack whooshing]
Sorry!
- [bitterly] You fill me with confidence.
Now go! - Okay.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.
Very impressive résumé.
- Oh! Thank you.
I found it last week in the trash.
- Very resourceful...
and gross.
Using this stuffed rat,
show me how you'd tuck him in at night.
- [clears throat]
♪ Rock-a-bye, Kevin ♪
♪ In the trash dump ♪
♪ I hope in your dreams ♪
♪ You run, play, and jump ♪
- Wow, you're really good at this--
- [softly] Shh! He's sleeping.
- Okay, let's focus and safely catch Kevin.
We just need to catch him away from anything breakable, and--
oh, my gosh, is that a chocolate fountain?
There is nothing better than coating your food
with chocolate from a fountain.
- You obviously have not seen salad being made tableside.
- [screams] Rat!
[rat-pack whooshes, tableware shatters]
- That wasn't a rat. That was a napkin!
- But I got it pretty good, right?
- Yes, but we have to be careful
so we don't mess this place up.
- There he is! Let's blast him.
- No! Hey, we can't.
He's right next to the chocolate fountain.
- Then what are we gonna do?
- Munchy, you brought cheese to lure the rat?
That's brilliant!
- No, I found it in the pocket of this suit from the dump.
- Ooh! Wait, give me that!
Come follow this cheese away from the chocolate fountain.
- So I can blast you, you vicious monster.
- Presley, it worked!
- Eat air, rat!
[rat-packs whoosh]
- It went under the table! - Okay.
Keep him pinned down, and I'll slide in the trap!
- Okay.
[rat-packs whooshing]
[rat trap thuds, dings]
- [gasps]
The light is green! That means Kevin's in there.
- And we didn't even break anything!
- Okay, let's tell Lyonne we caught her rat.
- But first, a celebration. Who wants sparkling cider?
- Munchy, no! - Not from the bottom!
- Oh, did you guys want some too?
- No. - Hey!
- Done! [stopwatch beeps]
- Impressive time!
- That's the first time I've put a diaper on a rat!
- We got him!
- Well, you'll be happy to hear
that Briles is the perfect candidate to adopt Kevin.
- Great! You can bring him home right now.
- Yes! I'm so glad I brought my rat car seat.
- Say hello to your new best friend.
- That's not a rat. It's a napkin.
- I'm not opposed to a pet napkin,
but I had my heart set on a rat.
- That sneaky rat must have tricked us
into capturing a napkin.
- Do you know what this means? - [gasps]
The restaurant is gonna be one napkin short for dinner!
- And Kevin is still on the loose!
- Oh, that is more important.
- And the mayor's birthday is going to start in--
20 minutes ago.
- Okay, let's get back to that restaurant and rescue Kevin.
- So, what do you guys want to do while they're gone?
- Presley! - Presley, come on.
- Noo! Don't make me!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
You caught the rat. I paid you.
You are never to return to FNCEE.
- Listen, Lyonne.
And you're gonna laugh when you hear this.
- We thought we caught Kevin the rat,
but we really caught one of your napkins.
- What?
- And here's the funny part:
the rat is still somewhere in your restaurant.
Isn't that funny?
[forced laughter]
- This is what I get for hiring buffoons.
The mayor is already inside with her party.
- Don't worry.
We're going to, how you say, catch le rat.
- Not dressed like that, you're not.
You look like exterminators.
- I see what you're saying.
We'll dress up all the waiters to look like exterminators.
That way, we blend in.
- Or we dress you up to look like the waiters.
- Ah. - That makes more sense.
[elegant piano music]
♪ ♪
- There's Mayor Gildersleeve.
I recognize her from that one time I watched the news.
- Okay. Let's go find Kevin.
- Okay.
- Enjoy your meal.
Enjoy your meal.
- Excuse me, waiter.
I would like you to make me a tableside salad.
- Oh, my gosh! It's happening!
[clears throat] I mean, right away, mademoiselle.
Voilà!
- This looks amazing!
Mmm! And it tastes even better!
[clinks glass]
As mayor and birthday girl,
I demand everyone try this salad!
[crowd murmurs]
- Oh, my gosh. Do you see that?
- I know! Munchy is incredible at making salads!
He turned that radish into a flower.
- No!
Over there. It's Kevin the rat.
- [whimpers] I see him!
- But how are we supposed to catch him
with everybody watching?
- Voilà!
- That's it!
I'll signal to Munchy to get everyone into the lobby.
Munchy!
- There is no way Munchy's gonna know what that means.
- Anyone who wants a salad, please follow me to the lobby!
all: [chanting] Salad! Salad! Salad!
- This is why I should never underestimate Munchy.
- What can I say? I know how the dude thinks.
Okay, let's get ourselves a rat.
- Okay.
- What is happening?
- I'm making salads in the lobby.
- This is not a lobby. It's a foyer.
- Then I'm making salads in the foyer.
- Salad in the lobby?
What a birthday I'm having!
- Anything for the mayor.
[both laugh]
- Okay.
Time to crank our rat-packs up to level three.
- What? No. Hey! Fisher said anything higher
than a level two would blast out air like a hurricane.
- Do you want to catch this rat or not?
- [sighs] You're right.
Kevin needs us.
Kevin.
Come here, buddy.
- Kevin, Presley's coming for ya.
There!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[chocolate fountain clatters]
[both gasp]
- My beautiful chocolate fountain!
- Over there!
[rat-pack whooshes]
[cake splatters]
- He got away! Where is he?
- There's no way to tell!
Just blast and scream!
[both screaming] [rat-packs whooshing]
[bang, clatters] - What was that?
- That's the sound of me creating salad art!
[bang, glass shatters] Uh, I have an idea.
Let's have everybody chant "salad" again.
all: [chanting] Salad! Salad! Salad!
Salad! Salad!
- Presley, don't move. He's on the table.
- Let's blast him! - No, don't!
He's next to the sparkling cider tower.
It's the only thing we haven't destroyed.
- Okay. Then bring your trap over here!
- I'm scared if I move, he'll run away again.
Just grab him. - With what?
- Your hands!
- No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
- You can do this. I believe in you.
Just pretend it's not a rat.
It's a tiny, fuzzy puppy.
- Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
It does not feel like a tiny, fuzzy puppy!
- Here. The trap.
[rat trap dings]
Rat, secured!
- What have you done?
You have destroyed my beautiful restaurant!
- No.
The tower of glasses is still standing.
- Yeah, see? Good as new!
[rat-pack whooshes] [screams]
- You three kids are in so much trouble.
I am calling the authorities.
- I don't think so.
This young man just made me the best salad of my life.
I hereby give him and his two friends
a mayoral pardon.
- Yeah!
- Now let's go to Sloppy Burger!
- Yeah!
- Salad kid, you wanna roll with us?
- Salad kid is in!
- Okay, Briles, are you ready to meet Kevin?
- Never more ready for anything in my life!
- What?
It's empty. Kevin must have escaped!
Find him!
Okay. Forget it, Presley. He's gone.
- That's okay.
I think I'm finally over my fear of rats.
Wherever Kevin is, I hope he's happy.
- Well, the good news is, he's happy.
- What?
- [slowly] Everything is perfectly fine.
- Oh, no! Not again!
Why do rats love my shoulder?
Okay. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
Tiny, fuzzy puppy.
[screams]