[alarm blaring]
♪ He's action-packed and sister-charged And Dukey-dogged for living large ♪
♪ In triple-cloning T-Rexing Royal throning Johnny X-ing ♪
♪ You never know what's coming next Cos it's J-J-J-J-Johnny Test! ♪
[engine revs]
[Johnny] So, what's le dealio, le Momona?
That's French for, "Mom, why are we here?"
[both] Not even close.
Your father said he has a big surprise, and for us to meet him in the front yard.
-I'm so excited. -[beeping]
-[tires squeal] -[engine revs]
Oh, it's a mid-life crisis car.
[camera shutter clicks]
No. It's a Lipizzan!
I've dreamed of owning one since I was Johnny's age!
She's perfect, and not a dent anywhere!
It's so cool.
-Can I drive it? -No, you're 11.
In fact, with your destructive track record,
you're not even allowed to touch it!
In fact, don't even look at it.
But there's no room in the garage.
That's the best part!
I moved your Pela-cycle outside, so you can exercise in the fresh air.
[flies buzzing]
[revving and skidding]
Fuel-injected inline six,
and fully independent suspension.
It's exactly what we need.
So, how long is the crisis gonna last?
I'm not having a mid-life crisis.
Now, thanks to the smart watch the girls made me
for my 40-something birthday,
I'm off to run a 5k to keep looking young forever.
-[aerobic music pounding] -[flies buzzing]
-[splat] -[groans]
So, do Moms get mid-life crisis things too?
In about five years.
But it will be a hot-yoga retreat, not a "dream car."
And remember what Dad said, Johnny.
No touching, no looking…
[both] And no driving.
So…
what's the plan?
Not looking at Dad's car, check.
And with oven mitts on, you're technically not "touching" the car. Heh heh.
And since pretend-driving it is not driving it,
punch it, Dog!
[imitating revving engine and brakes]
Hold on, we're heading for a cliff!
-What? -Pretend cliff.
Hit the brakes!
-[imitates screeching tires] -Too late.
Bail out!
[imitates explosion]
[laughing]
[screaming]
Why are you screaming? We jumped out before we pretend-died.
Th-th-the door.
[screaming] A dent!
Dad said there were no dents, and he'll know it was me!
I'm a dead man.
We told you to stay away from the car.
Please, there's so many things I haven't done.
Step on Mars, surf lava,
celebrate my 10,000th burp.
[burping loudly]
It would give us a chance to test the self-driving car tech
and remote driving app.
But first we need buy some time, and stall Dad.
[tracker beeps]
[yelps] He's almost home.
I think the smart watch we gave him can help.
[robotic voice] Don't stop now.
Keep running, and go for your 10k badge.
Whew! [chuckling wearily] I'm a little tired, smart watch.
But you'll look even younger.
10k badge, here I come!
[high-energy music thumping]
-[tracker beeping] -It worked!
Now what?
Now we install 17 micro cameras and 34 autonomous GPS sensors.
Then open the self-driving car app.
[motor revving]
[tires squeal]
OK, we've programmed the car to take you to Vito's Dent and Body Shop.
Tell them what you need, then call us when you're done.
It looks like it's smiling at me.
That's because it is.
The app's driving modes alter the lights and grille
to give the car more personality.
Like cruise…
eco,
and competition mode.
[tires screeching, engine revving]
Car makes faces, get to Vito's, call you when it's done, got it.
And stay low so people will think you're an old lady with cool hair.
And again, don't touch anything!
[engine revving]
Uh, I think you gotta sit higher, Granny, or people will think nobody's driving.
[police siren wails]
Too late.
Um, I got a little problem here.
No, you don't, because we also gave the Lipizzan a smoke screen mode.
-[tires squealing] -[siren fades]
-Phew! -OK, this car… is cool.
And it's even cooler with some rockin' tunes!
[mechanism clunks and whirs]
-What was that not-cool sound? -[beeping]
"Disconnecting from App. Autonomous Mode taking over"?
I just wanted to hear a song.
[alert beeping]
"Competition mode activated"?!
[engine roaring]
[tires squeal]
But look! There's Vito's!
We just have to turn the car off and push it.
Now, how do you…?
[engine revving]
Oh… Oh, no, thank you.
-We're just going to Vito's, and… -[beeps]
[both engines revving]
I'm gonna close my eyes now.
-[bell dings] -[tires squeal]
[sobbing]
Ooh, here comes a Lipizzan just like mine.
[screams passing]
Oh.
-[screaming] -Let's hope this is eco mode!
Johnny, what is going on?
I played the radio, but it wasn't the radio,
and now the car is doing whatever it wants!
[tracker beeping]
He's now 30 minutes away from Vito's, and Dad will be home in ten!
[groaning]
[smart watch] Wow, did you get younger?
Turn right here and keep going.
[gasping] I think that's… enough running for me--
[gruff] Turn right, and don't stop until I tell you!
[screaming]
[sister] Johnny, we're sending you the self-driving app.
You'll be able to Bluetooth-connect and take back control of the car.
[beeps]
Is there a way to send it faster?
[Mary] No. Why?
Because it's looking at a billboard.
[Mary] A billboard for what?
[crowd cheering, microphone feedback]
[announcer] Welcome to the Porkbelly Demolition Derby!
[cheering]
I'm your guest announcer, Hank Anchorman,
and let's get ready to smash some cars!
[cheering]
And here come the Crashola Brothers, who are unbeatable,
and wanted in 12 states!
And it looks like they have a new, adorable challenger.
Well, well, look at the pretty Lipizzan,
driven by a guy who looks like a kid, but must be old enough to drive,
or he wouldn't be here.
I hope you and your tiny car like pain, Mr. Really Hairy Guy.
Heh heh. We don't like pain.
Johnny, forget the app, and press the radio button three times and hold it,
now!
[Johnny] OK, why?
[screaming]
[thud]
What was that?
[Susan] We ejected you so the derby drivers don't destroy you.
And we engaged the emergency brake
so the Lipizzan doesn't destroy the derby drivers.
Start the demolition derby!
[air horn blares]
Uh-oh, and the adorable car looks more like a sitting duck…
-[app pinging] -Gah!
The app still hasn't loaded!
[Anchorman] …and here come the Crasholas!
Oh… that's a new dent.
-[crashing] -And another…
-[crashing] -…and another.
Maybe your dad won't notice.
[engines roaring]
-[crashing] -[cheering]
OK, it's only four big dents. Vito can fix that, right?
-[crashing] -Five.
-[app pings] -Yes, the app is loaded!
Now disengage the brake and let's get out of here!
[Anchorman] Ooh!
It looks like a sad car is ready for the junkyard!
[mournful music playing]
What are you doing? Get it out of there.
Time to finish you off, baby car!
[Anchorman] And here comes the famous,
and possibly illegal, Crashola Crunch!
Nobody dents my dad's dream car but me.
♪ Yeah! ♪
Ooh, the tiny pretty car has come alive,
and suddenly I'm excited!
-[beeping] -[cars revving]
You went and got popcorn?
Well, if it's your last night on Earth, you should enjoy it.
-Mm! -[engine roaring]
Oh! Jimmy Crashola is knocked out of the ring!
[chuckles]
We have fun.
[tires spinning]
Uh-oh… It looks like Mickey's stuck in the dirt!
And out of the ring!
[revving]
Respect, tiny pretty car.
[crashing]
And the Lipizzan wins!
[cheering]
Yes! We won!
But Dad's dream car is trashed, and I am so dead.
And tonight's big prize… a one-hour full body repair
from Vito's Dent and Body Shop!
Did he say one hour?
Can you stall Dad that long?
[both screaming] We forgot about Dad!
Let's hope he didn't run too far away!
[gasping]
[animals snarling]
Hey, poochies.
Wow, you look hungry, and…
and not like dogs.
[snarling]
[screaming]
[barking, yipping]
[app beeping]
A little to the right.
A little more…
-No, no. Too far! -[beeping]
That's it!
Yes! We made it back before Dad.
And without a scratch on it.
-[door opens] -Hey, kids. Is your father back yet?
He should be here any minute. Why?
I need to apologize.
I moved my Pela-cycle back in the garage earlier,
and I dented his door.
Come again?
Oh, look, the dent is gone.
Huh. Oh, well then, never mind.
[door closes]
-[screaming] -[animals howling]
[theme song playing]
♪ J-J-J-J-Johnny ♪
♪ Test! ♪