Whee!
Whoa!
Unh!
Come on, cheeple!
-This isn't rocket surgery!
We gotta hit them before they hit us.
Let's play Dodgebird!
Hey, Blue birds! Hope you like chewing on hatchling feathers
because I got an all-you-can-eat buffet for you.
Whoa! Pump the brakes, Stella.
These kids are in first grade.
Well, lucky for them Professor Stella's here to teach them a valuable lesson.
Class in session!
Who's with me?
I am, I am, I am!
And I got some sweet, sweet moves!
Ooh, watch me shimmy!
Watch me dazzle! Watch me-- Ow!
-Out, out and--
Ow, ow, ow! So much pain.
Open wide and say, "Ahh," birdies!
-Dinner's ready!
Wow, we may actually win for-- Unh!
-And you are out!
Team Itty-Bitty Bluebirds wins.
-Oh, come on!
Aww, don't be sad. You'll still get to go to the finals.
I mean, you'll be in the stands watching my team win, but you'll be there.
Ooh! That burn was unwell.
Do you mean sick burn?
Yeah, that's it. Sick burn!
Thanks, coach.
We'll see you in the finals.
On the court, beak-to-beak.
Yeah, beak-to-beak, face-to-face.
Head-to-shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes--
Team meeting.
I'm the captain of this team and I do not lose ever!
And if we're on the same team, we do not--
-Shower? -Lose, Chuck! We do not lose!
But you definitely need to shower, like now.
I know you love winning, Stella, but losing is way easier.
Look. I have one rule.
Shower. I get it. I heard you loud and clear before. Jeez!
No, Chuck, you do whatever it takes to win, no matter the cost.
And if we had a real coach instead of Mighty Eagle,
he'd say the same.
Oh, coach!
I thought the schedule said couch!
It is real comfy.
Gonna be hard getting me off this thing now.
If we lose one more time, we're out of the tournament
and the look on Robin's smug beak will haunt me forever.
You know who you should get to coach you? Harold.
What Harold? The Harold?
Yeah, you know, little guy, bald, completely beaten down by life.
I mean, he was the greatest Dodgebird champion
in the history of Camp Splinterwood.
Hmm.
Coach your Dodgebird team? Oh, no can doodly I'm afraid.
But you were a winner.
Exactly. I was. Yeah.
That's why I can't coach you.
That makes zero sense.
If you coach us, we can win the tournament!
No doubt. But Lynette coaches Robin's team and they always win.
Lynette loves winning.
Only thing she loves more than winning is--
-You? -Oh, gosh no, trophies!
Has a wall of them in her cabin,
and she's expecting to add to it after the tournament.
She'd bend my beak if I dared compete against her. No thanks!
-Hey, Harold!
-I'm not giving up. Dodgebirds don't quit.
-Huh? Huh huh?
Mm-mm-mm.
Ohh!
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Mm-mm.
-Huh? Huh? Huh? -Ohh!
Huh?
Whoa! Was that you?
Yeah. That was me.
Ohh! I come back to my old clubhouse sometimes and--
To remember how good winning that trophy felt?
To remember the sound of the crowd cheering for you?
Ooh. Winning that tournament was the best day of my life.
Coach us, Harold. You can win it again.
You can have another trophy. Another best day.
Just listen to the crowd.
Harold! Harold!
Quit it! No, don't! I'm tellin you I can't--
Oh, fine! I'll do it!
Yes!
You want to win the Dodgebird tournament?
Well, winning costs!
And right here is where you start payin'!
In sweat!
I just showered!
If you want to win, you have to be the hatchlings!
You must become one with the ball.
Now load up!
Whoo!
-Yeah! Keep it up!
Way to go, guys!
-You're ready!
I've taught you everything I know.
Wow, really? That only took like 14 seconds.
Oh, it's on.
You're out!
You did it, Harold! You got us to--
The finals. I sure did!
That's what winners do!
Ooh, I am so glad you and your loser team made it.
It's gonna be so much fun kicking your butt feathers!
That's my trophy, Harold!
If you were smart, you'd quit right now.
Well, you know me, cuddle bug. Not very smart.
Too bad because if your team beats mine,
you're looking for another camp to work at, as in bye-bye.
You can't coach us, Harold.
But it's like you said, winners win no matter the cost.
But when the cost is your job, your home, your marriage?
Lynette said she'd "bye-bye" you!
Dodgebirds don't quit and I am 1000% Dodgebird.
Let's get ready to play Dodgebird!
Guys, we have to lose the game.
If we win, Lynette will fire Harold.
He'll have to leave camp. We gotta lose.
You heard her, boys. Let's stink this place up.
Oh! Whoa!
Harold trained us too well! Losing is gonna be impossible!
Oh, that's it. You're going down!
Sorry. We're really trying to lose here.
Don't worry, cheeple. I got you.
Chuck, Bomb, Red! You're out!
Um, what are you celebrating for? You're throwing the game.
-Yep! -Time out.
I'm pulling Stella and replacing her with me.
What? He's not allowed to do that!
It's in the rules.
Then I pull my team and replace them with me!
-Huh?! -Sudden death! Game on!
This is the dumbest game of Dodgebird ever.
Don't do it, Harold. It's not worth it!
She's right.
What's he doing?
Be the hatchling. Be the hatchling.
He's becoming one with the ball.
No!
You're out! Harold wins!
Whoo!
Oh, birdfeed.
Harold!
-You didn't listen to me.
You just had to win, didn't you?
-I have never seen
this side of you before.
I like it.
Ugh!
Eww!
Ohh!
Harold, I just want to say that I really--
-Harold! -Mmm mmm mmm!
Oh, okay, I get it. This isn't about Dodgebird anymore.
I'll check back in later!
Harold!