(upbeat music)
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ERNESTO: Hmm.
KEVIN: Uh...
‐Right? ‐Nope.
Huh.
Oh. I'm dizzy.
Oh.
KEVIN: Tanya?
Um...
(groans)
Why would you carry your bike
up three flights of stairs?
Did you not see the bike rack?
It's right outside.
The red bike is there.
Every time I come here,
this red bike is taking up the entire rack‐‐
parked right across it, blocking all the spots.
Ugh, I mean, who would openly flout
bike‐rack etiquette like that?
I don't know. I've never actually seen them.
But I had an idea.
How about you guys just come to my place more?
That seems fair.
Oh, I totally would,
but I got this puzzle going on right now,
and, you know, puzzles don't travel well,
like sushi.
Ernesto, I didn't want to get all serious about this‐‐
(breathes deeply)
But I feel like you're not holding up
your end of the best‐pals contract.
‐What? Whoa, Whoa. ‐(gasps)
You invoke the best‐pals contract, Tanya?
The unspoken agreement of loyalty and love
among a group of best pals?
Yes I do.
This is a serious accusation.
Y‐you really think I would sacrifice our friendship
for a 24‐piece jigsaw puzzle?
Prove that you wouldn't.
Fine.
I will help you track down
the owner of the mysterious bike
and teach them proper bike‐rack etiquette,
even if it means staking out the bike rack for hours,
even if it means bringing snacks.
Huh. That's not at all what I was going for,
but it does sound fun.
(laughs) Yeah, let's do it.
Surprise!
‐(all yell) ‐Turt, what the fuck?
Sorry, y'all.
Just decided to pull a little surprise.
I'm trying to be more impulsive.
But, Turt, I thought you feared the unknown.
I did, but then yesterday I fell off the kitchen counter,
and I thought I was gonna die
because it's ten times my body height,
but then I didn't die.
‐You lived? ‐Yeah.
So now I'm not scared of stuff anymore.
Check this out.
‐Ahh! ‐(gasps)
Flip me over! Flip me over!
‐TANYA: Oh, my God, Turt! ‐Ah.
See? I'm all good.
‐Whoa. ‐Oh, I'm so happy
that you conquered your fears, Turt.
I mean, I've always been fearless,
so I can't exactly relate.
Same.
I know. You two are the coolest.
I think it's because you're both tall.
That's my theory as well.
So should we go catch the mystery biker?
'Cause I'm down to clown.
Oh, we're doing that today?
‐I'm ready. ‐You guys want me
‐to bring the puzzle? ‐On a stakeout?
Right, good point. I'll bring it.
(upbeat music)
(yells)
Huh.
(grunts)
Turt, I didn't know you scoot.
I do now. I also started wearing this beret.
No fear!
Nice! You got sick air on that one.
I know, I felt it.
Anyone hungry?
‐Bring it, son. ‐Always.
TANYA: Still nothing.
ERNESTO: Maybe it's abandoned.
No, it moves sometimes.
It was parked in the other direction yesterday.
We're just gonna have to wait.
Yeah, we got enough cheese for the rest of the day...
I think.
(upbeat music)
(snoring)
‐(soft clatter) ‐Huh?
(rattling)
Oh, my God.
Everybody! Come look at this!
ERNESTO: What the hell?
KEVIN: Oh, yeah. I should have known.
Ghost bike.
What's a ghost bike?
It's the ghost of a dead bike.
Maybe it's just the wind.
The wind is riding the bike?
I don't know.
But there's no way it's a ghost bike.
Ernesto, are you scared of ghost bikes?
No, because they're not real.
I don't believe in ghost bikes either,
but this is definitely weird, right?
Let's follow it.
On foot? We won't stand a chance.
That's why we're gonna use a bike's natural enemy‐‐
skateboards.
I'll take my scoot.
So we're just not finishing the puzzle?
What if someone comes by and completes it?
Ugh, we'll finish it later.
Come on, let's go!
There it is!
(gasps) It spotted us.
Let's move!
(dramatic music)
(brakes screeching, horns honking)
Ugh!
Come on, come on, come on!
‐(device beeping) ‐ERNESTO: Come on!
‐KEVIN: Oh! ‐TANYA: Oh, God. Ugh.
Come on!
‐(device dings) ‐Come on, let's go!
(horn honks)
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(car horns blaring, brakes screeching)
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(grunts)
KEVIN: Whoo!
TURT: (grunts)
(grunting) Ow.
Ah.
Ow.
(people screaming)
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Whoa!
(grunts)
Whoa!
TANYA: Ow!
TURT: (groans)
Ow.
I'm on my back. Flip me over.
(breathes deeply)
Oh, my God.
We're surrounded by dead bodies...
dead bike bodies!
Kevin, bikes can't die. They're objects.
(all screaming)
♪♪ ♪♪
Maybe some bikes can die?
(grunts) God damn it.
‐(grunts) ‐ALL: Aah!
Ernesto, where are you going?
No‐‐no‐‐nowhere.
I just got to go check on the puzzle.
Aw, I thought you were fearless, Ernesto?
Well, I found new fears.
Okay, so you just want to let the red bike
take over the bike rack forever?
You just want to lead us
into a rusty, haunted bike factory.
Well, maybe I do.
Yeah, Tanya, you're the coolest.
And, Ernesto,
I have one thing to say to you.
Best‐pals contract.
Ooh.
Ah, damn. All right, I'm in.
Yes! Now let's send this demon bike back to hell...
‐(neck cracks) ‐From whence it came.
Uh, ghost bike, Tanya?
It might still be able to find peace
in the eternal halls of Bikehala.
Do you just make this stuff up?
I mean, it's a hypothesis.
I don't see anyone else offering theories.
Except Ernesto's wind idea,
which is ridiculous, by the way.
(gasps) That way!
‐(bicycle chain clicking) ‐(ominous music)
Um...
c‐can you guys see anything?
(rattling)
TURT: I found a switch.
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Uh, Kevin, are these dead bikes or regular bikes?
Mm, hard to tell.
I don't have my equipment.
What kind of equipment do you have for this?
TURT: Son of a gun. They are dead.
Okay, nobody move.
Oh, God...
Just be cool, Turt.
Remember, you're not scared of anything now.
‐Uh, yeah. ‐You're cool!
I'm cool. This is a cool new experience.
It's coming to eat us!
I just wanted to do a puzzle today!
Let us help you find peace, great ghost bike!
‐Ah... ‐Tell us why
you're haunting our bike rack!
‐Ah! ‐Hell it is, then, bitch!
‐(grunts) ‐My pal!
♪♪ ♪♪
My two pals!
KEVIN AND ERNESTO: (yelp)
Ah!
Okay, all right. I‐I guess we're doing this.
No fears!
‐(all screaming) ‐No, no, no, no, no!
♪♪ ♪♪
Whoa!
(dramatic music)
It's not a ghost bike at all.
It's a magic bike!
So you just change your theory, just like that?
You've been saying it's a ghost bike all night!
I work with the evidence I have.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck this!
You got this, Turt. It's okay.
It's just like the kitchen counter.
No, it's not. This is much worse.
This is, like, ten thousand times my body height.
Whoa, I can see our apartment.
And there's your house, Tanya!
‐Wait, is that a park? ‐It is a park,
right between our neighborhoods.
We could hang out there! It's equidistant!
Oh, my God, it's the perfect spot.
Excuse me, bike.
Will you please take us to the park?
Use your magic for good, bike.
Oh, my beret!
You guys, I just realized I hate this.
Bike, please. I think she's gonna throw up.
Hey, this bike has a thorn in its ass.
It's just like the story with the mouse and the lion‐‐
you know, where the lion has a thorn in its ass.
I believe the thorn was in its paw.
‐Really? ‐Oh, God.
That changes the whole story for me.
(grunts)
(tranquil music)
♪♪ ♪♪
‐ALL: Whoa! ‐ERNESTO: You did it, Tanya!
You redeemed its soul or whatever.
Okay, so are we cool now, bike?
Will you give us a ride to the park?
(bell chimes)
ALL: Yay!
(sighs) Shit. It's closed.
Closes at sundown? Pfft.
Well, that's constantly changing, isn't it?
Unbelievable.
This city needs more accessible green spaces.
Should we just hang out at my place?
Eh, I guess.
Hey, bike, uh...
can you fly us back to my place, by any chance?
Is that too much to ask?
I don't want to be a bother,
but, like, you‐‐you did take us on this adventure.
(shimmering)
Guess we're walking.
We can work on the puzzle.
That sounds fun and safe. You know what?
You guys aren't so bad after all.
TANYA: Wait, when did you start thinking we were bad?
TURT: When I almost fell from the sky to my death.
‐TANYA AND ERNESTO: Oh... ‐KEVIN: I hear that.
TURT: Has anyone seen my beret?
(upbeat music)
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