Chaos Bots have been sent from the future
to stop the one person who can save the world.
Me?
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Hailey's on it ♪
♪ Teach a cat To play the piano ♪
♪ Roller-skate All the way to Orlando ♪
♪ Use my earwax To make a candle ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hailey's on it ♪
♪ Win first place For world's cutest pet rock ♪
♪ Do a corn maze Hope I don't get lost ♪
♪ Eat an onion ♪
- Kiss my friend Scott? - Huh?
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hailey's on it ♪
Legend shall speak of this day,
when a hero will be not born, but made.
Let's do this.
Welcome, all, to Oceanside's
annual sandcastle-building contest.
Brought to ye by the Oceanside Shakespeare Company.
And also by Gravy Cakes.
♪ Sorry, but I'm the best Cakes in town ♪
♪ Gravy Cakes ♪
Hey, hey, the Banks are here!
Oh, Peter. Hair's looking good.
News reporter good.
Hi, Mrs. Dawson.
You'd better get that award-winning lemonade
away from me if you want to keep any.
Good morrow, Gregory.
My dad and I are kind of a big deal
at the sandcastle-building contest.
We've been doing it for years.
It's kind of become our tradition.
My dad has this cherished triple-packing technique
which takes forever, so we never really make a big castle. Or win.
Or place at all.
But we do always have a good time,
and get those sweet participation ribbons.
Hey, Scott.
Thanks for watching Dwayne and Johnson
- so my dad and I can do this. - Oh, it's easy.
When they get bummed, I just give them cookies.
Ah!
Nice to finally have a relaxing day at the bea--
Holy kettle corn!
Beta! Why are you here?
You hate the sun. And people. And birds. And sand.
All true, but I'm here because you need
to win the contest this year.
List item number 167.
I didn't tell you earlier,
because I know how you are, Hailey. You'd freak out.
I do not freak out!
I just express my concerns loudly and quickly,
because they're buzzing around in my head
like a punted beehive, and now this little contest
suddenly took on world-altering stakes, and, yes,
I'm totally freaking out right now!
Hey, you got this, Hailey.
You know what?
Dad and I can totally win.
I mean, nobody here takes this contest seriously anyways.
Hello, Hailey Banks.
This is A.C., and yeah,
that's how he always looks.
Way back at Taylor Dyer's sixth birthday party,
I apparently beat him at Duck, Duck, Goose,
and he's claimed to be my bitter rival ever since.
I tried ignoring him.
I tried explaining that both people have to care
for it to be an actual rivalry.
But he's always just... there.
Hope you brought aloe vera, Hailey Banks,
because you're about to get burned.
Why are you here, A.C.?
As you know,
I have been keeping track
of every competition we've ever had.
Oh, jeez, not the paper.
On this paper.
And you are currently one up.
Well, I am here to settle the score,
and nothing will stop me--
Oh, what the beans.
The folds get going the wrong way,
and then once you start, it's just messed up...
Oh, we're having fun, aren't we?
Okay, we're going to read the rules, folks.
Teams are allowed to bring three plastic shovels,
two pails, and one personal bag into the area of their choosing.
All builders must stay in their roped-off area
using only things within it to build their castle.
Exciting stuff.
Don't do that.
Architects!
Nye is the time of...
Look how loud this is!
This is so loud, right?
Can you believe how loud this is?
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Whoa!
Hey! Good pick, Hail.
Water access, shade from the bluffs.
Sand's a bit loose,
but nothing our triple-packing technique can't fix.
Rookie move, picking the least level area, A.C.
You're already off to a bumpy start.
Oh, no. Whatever will I...
Wait, what's this that just happens to be buried here?
Gee, I just hope I can guess the password
on this here control tablet.
Hey, it's my birthday.
That is such a lucky break.
We're just going to have to step up our game.
- Hey, Dad? - And... done.
First brick. Whoo!
I got to pace myself.
Who's a bee brick?
You know, Dad, I was thinking,
maybe we could try for a little bigger castle this year.
I mean, what if we just did double packing?
And make a sandcastle
that will only last the week?
Um, isn't this a one-day contest?
Hailey...
...any job worth doing is worth doing right.
Yeah! Um, Dad, you know what?
I'm just gonna work over here for a bit.
Scott, give me some raisins.
Wait, what is this?
This beach is crawling with crabs,
who build around their food sources to protect them.
Hark! A Western power
casts its shadow upon the Eastern giant.
I like those little robots.
Hmm.
Is that a sardine?
Ah! Beta!
You're mine.
Oh. All under control.
Thanks, Beta. Good luck.
How dare she thwart my brilliant sabotage.
This means war.
Gee, who knew the beach
would be so warm?
I'd sure be a fan of something that could cool me down.
Pun intended and well-executed.
Wow! The Breeze Blaster 4000?
The world's most powerful battery-operated fan,
which just so happens to be available at my parents' store,
Fans Plus.
What a coincidence.
Yeah, that's a huge coincidence.
I'm starting to think
A.C. buried some of that stuff beforehand to cheat.
Oh, yeah.
The Black Plague.
The Sacking of Rome.
Shampoo in thine eyes.
Tragedies, all,
but small compared to this.
What the beans? Is that seaw--?
Yeah, it's seaweed.
Fire!
All droids to the front lines! All droids to the front lines!
Hailey, Hailey!
You should know, A.C.'s droids are overpowering the crabs
- on the battlefield. - Yes, Scott.
I can see. It's literally three feet away.
It's time.
Release the twins.
Heaven help us all.
The crabkins monster doth heave and smash,
but unseen to all news, the sugar crash.
What? Greg, have you been speaking rhyme this entire time?
Have I?
Time to finish this.
The crabs are gone.
The catapults are dismantled.
The twins are passed out.
And, honestly, I don't want to wake them up.
Aquabi--
Agrami...
Just do the thing we talked about.
Take that, you junk...
Whoa.
Contest got kind of crazy this year, huh?
What have I done?
Now we're never going to win.
And everyone else's castles are destroyed too.
Not everybody's.
But the wind. The water.
The small-scale war.
Are no match for the triple-packing technique.
Remember, Hailey, any job worth doing...
Is worth doing right.
Whoa! Déjà vu.
Except your dad said it earlier, and we were over there,
and it didn't really seem to sink in with you then,
but now you've learned the importance of--
- I get it, Scott. - What ho?
This last bastion shan't be other than victor's home.
I think you win by default.
What the beans?
Oh, yeah!
Even better than a participation ribbon.
And don't forget your sweet $25 Gravy Cakes gift card.
Who wants wet cake?
We do!
This is disgusting.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
Too wet.
We did it, old friend.
We did it.
Come on. Bug off, you dumb goose.
I didn't mean that. Ah!