(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!
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)
‐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)