02x07 - For Wheeler/Brickmuda Heptagon

[bunniefuu]

[opening theme music plays]

[siren blaring]

[horn honks]

[siren blaring]

[tires screech]

[upbeat music]

[grunting]
Yeah!

[grunts]

Yeah! Cool!

-[laughing]
-[construction worker] Huh?

-Ha!
-Ooh.

Good morning!

Piece of fruit for your ride
to work, Chief Wheeler?

Righteous, dude!
And call me Wheelie!

Whoa!

[grunts]

[groaning]

-[Wheeler yells]
-Huh?

-[groaning]
-[gasps]

[yells]

-[Wheeler grunting]
-[yelling]

Dude, panic in a straight line!

I'm trying to get around you!

Thanks, Chief Wheeler!

Wheelie!

[grunting]

[groans]

[yelling, grunting]

[Wheeler]
It's Double Bust Duke!

Way to kick off the morning!

Thank you, Chief Wheeler.

That took you longer than usual

for a simple hardware store robbery,
Lieutenant.

-Was there a problem?
-No, Captain Bennett.

I caught them
with the stolen merchandise,

but they insisted we go
to the giftwrapping store.

-There was a line.
-[sighs sharply]

That is the most beautifully
gift-wrapped evidence

-I've ever seen!
-Thanks!

We may disagree on what is or is not,
technically legal,

but I never forget to steal a gift
for Chief Wheeler's birthday.

What? Did you say
it's the chief's birthday?

I never forget because
it's also the anniversary

of my first misdemeanor.

-Good times.
-[sighs sharply]

I don't think anyone knows
it's the chief's birthday.

We knew! Now so do you!

If I understand
the law correctly,

it's the thought that counts,
so we're free to go, right?

Uh, no.

That is the single
most disturbing thing

I've ever heard.

Yeah, yeah,
the day's young, grandpops.

Looks like you caught
a pretty bad hombre, here, Detective.

You have the right to a lollipop.

Is this guy for real?

Uh, this is my grandson,
Braydon Jaden Grizzled.

I told my son
I'd keep an eye on him.

He's a real chip
off the old Grizzled block.

We're very proud.

Whoa.
[grunting]

-Chief Wheeler?
-Call me Wheelie!

Careful!
My nose and I are running!

[Wheeler grunts]
Dude.

I'm a better cop on my
board than on my feet,

but it's hard in a busy station.

So what's up, Rooks?

Why didn't you tell us
it was your birthday?

Eh, you know me, dude.

Every day is a party
for Wheelie!

[Bennett] Chief, look out!

-[Wheeler] Ooh!
-[cat yeowls]

Guys, we have to do something
for Chief Wheeler's birthday!

If the chief
doesn't want to make a fuss,

we should respect his wishes.

It's my birthday today, too.

See? And don't you feel bad

that no one knows
or did anything for you?

We can't do that to the chief.

Why don't we get him
one big present from all of us?

Great idea! What do we get him?

How about a vacation
someplace I wanna go?

That way, if he doesn't want it,
I can go on vacation.

-Nice.
-Yup.

Hey!

[grunting]

[groans, chuckles]

-There you are, Chief!
-Whoa!

I have a question.

Can you recommend a gift
for, uh, my uncle,

who is about your age and likes,
uh, you know, whatever you like?

Rooky, dude, you're a great cop.

Trust your instincts

and you'll find
the perfect gift for him.

[sighs]

Besides, there's only
one thing I want.

And I doubt your uncle
would want that.

Oh, I don't know about that.
What is it?

[shrieks]
Snake Rattler is trying to rob

a Vita Rush soda truck
headed northeast

on South West Street!

This could get gnarly!

We're gonna need roadblocks
and air support!

-Let's move, dudes!
-[grunts]

Well, I can't
leave you here alone.

Your safety
is my responsibility.

I guess you'll have
to come with me

on this treacherous
high speed chase

to catch a dangerous,
maniacal criminal.

[sighs sharply]
Fine.

♪ Stop what you're doin'
Let's dance ♪

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ Stop what you're doin'
Let's dance ♪

[police siren blaring]

[gasping]

[Grizzled] Duke, that tanker
is filled with Vita Rush

and it's getting
really shaken up.

We gotta stop this
before it blows.

-[sighs]
-[Duke] Copy that.

Time to deal with this problem
head on!

[grunts]

[groans]

-Ooh.
-[shrieks]

-[expl*si*n]
-[tires screeching]

♪ Or drivin' your car ♪

♪ Or runnin from bees ♪

♪ Or even in the middle
Of surgery ♪

♪ Stop what you're doin
Let's dance ♪

[Mr. Produce] No, no, no,
stop, stop, stop. Aw, come on!

Huh? Whoa!
[grunts]

[groans]

[groaning, panting]

Give it up, Snake.

You got nowhere to go,
except jail.

I got two cans of Vita Rush
that say different.

[tense music]

[Braydon] Oh, for cryin'
out loud, guys. Really?

-What?
-Hey!

-Huh?
-Sody-Pop Cowboy!

Braydon, what are you doing?

I may be six, but, trust me,
I am best left unmessed with.

-Give!
-[grunts]

-Smart.
-Yeah!

[chuckles]

[groans]

Duke, the chief said
there's only one thing

that he wants for his birthday,

and I know what it is.

Room to skate
at the police station!

He should have room now.

-Everyone's here.
-Yeah, but so is he.

When we get back to the station,
we need someone to call

and say they saw
something suspicious,

like, at the junkyard.

You know,
a place that's hard to search.

That would get everyone
out of the station again

and give the chief
tons of skating room

the rest of the day.

Hi, guys!
My Helpy Sense is tingling.

Is this about
Chief Wheeler's birthday?

Harl, you know
about the chief's birthday?

Of course!

I never forget because
it's also the anniversary

of Hacksaw Hank's
first misdemeanor.

[chuckles]
Good times.

[Harl] I couldn't help
overhearing your plan.

-I'd be happy to help.
-Really?

You'd be willing to do it?

Of course!
It's for a good cause.

Making room for Chief Wheeler
to skate on his birthday.

When will everyone be back
at the station?

In about an hour.

Yeah... Whatever.

[all] Huh?

[all scream]

[expl*si*n]

[groans]

Maybe longer.

Okay, the chief is skating back,
which buys us time to give everyone

a heads up about the plan.

When Harl calls about
seeing something suspicious,

Captain Bennett will send
half the station

to search the junkyard
and no one will...

[Harl] Perfect timing!

See, Rooky, room for
Chief Wheeler to skateboard,

just like you asked.

Harl, this isn't
what I asked for!

We just wanted you to make a crank
emergency call to the police!

Uh, that sounds much worse
than I intended it to.

-Dudes!
-[Rooky gasps]

What have you done
to my police station?

This is the coolest thing
I've ever seen!

Ah, well, you said
you only wanted one thing.

So you're also
gonna call me Wheelie?

This is so unfair.

No one would even know
it was his birthday

if we hadn't stolen
this gift for him.

I agree.

We should be free to go.

You stole a birthday present
for a lawman?

Sure! I steal the same gift
for everyone.

A hacksaw!

[groaning]

[chuckles]

[officers cheering]

-[officer 1] Way to go!
-[Wheeler] Here you go!

Hey, hey. There you are.

Hey, heads up!

[officers cheering]

Okay, go! Way to go!

This is awesome!

Okay, everyone, back to work!

Rooky, Duke, and Harl,
may I speak to you in private, please?

I'm gonna let...
[gasps]

Uh, I love what you've done
to the place!

-Jailbreak!
-[grunts]

[yells]

[screams]

Huh?

[chuckles, screams]

[both grunt]

-[grunts]
-[groans]

[gasping]
No...

[groans, pants]

[grunts]
What?

[groans]

[both shriek]

[Wheeler cheering]

-Yeah!
-[gasps]

[Wheeler grunting, chuckles]

-[gasps]
-[Wheeler grunts]

-[handcuffs clinking]
-Oh!

[panting, groaning]

[grunting]

Heh-heh.
You are so busted.

Oh, great.
[grunts]

Oh...

[officers cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

Everybody stay cool
or I soak this place

with strawberry-watermelon!

You monster!

-That'll stain!
-Ha!

[groans]

[Wheeler grunts]

[grunting]

-[groans]
-Huh?

[laughs, grunts]

No, no, no...

[groans]

-[sighs]
-Oh...

[Duke] Nice job!

I can't think of a better
present than your first arrest.

Happy Birthday, Allen.

Thanks, guys.

I would have had more arrests
by this point,

but I'm really bad
at police work.

groans]

Hmm...
[groans]

-[Braydon] Really?
-Huh?

-Yeah, that's what I thought.
-[sighs sharply]

[Rooky] Chief, that was amazing.

I told you I'm a better cop
on my board than on my feet.

This was the raddest
birthday ever.

Aw, for the raddest
Chief ever...

Wheelie.

Emergency!
[screams]

Someone saw a suspicious person
at the junkyard.

Lieutenant DeTain,
Detective Partnur,

I think you two have earned

the honor of searching
the whole junkyard.

[both sigh sharply]

Ha!

So, this is what
it's usually like around here?

Pretty much, dude, yeah.

-Sick.
-Right?

[munching]

♪ Stop what you're doin', let's dance
Let's dance ♪

♪ When you're wearin' lotsa hats
Or runnin' from bees ♪

♪ Or even in the middle
Of surgery ♪

[opening theme music]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[Solomon]
Welcome to the dedication ceremony

to launch our city's new deep sea vessel

in honor of Lt. Duke DeTain,

Chief Freya McCloud, and Harl Hubbs!

[crowd cheering]

These three great heroes

have protected our city once again,

this time by preventing
a run-away lawnmower

from ruining some daffodils
outside the post office.

[crowd cheering]

Being honored is always nice,
but isn't this a bit much

for steering a mower
away from some flowers?

Yeah, all I did
was shoulder roll and switch it off.

And I was just honored last week
for building that lawnmower.

Today, our heroes stand aboard a vessel

that will explore the oceans,

deliver goods from around the world,

and also host fun pirate-themed cruises

every Thursday.

-I love pirate cruises!
-[man #1] I work on Thursdays!

Speaking of which,

I would now like to introduce
an actual descendant

of the infamous pirate, Nosepatch,

the man who will helm this mighty ship,

Captain Facepatch!

[feedbacks]

Yarr! [clears throat]

Pardon me, I swallowed a thread.

While it is true
I have pirate blood in my veins,

it is my hope to rebrand
the pirate's image

with good manners, excellent posture,

and impeccable skin care.

[cheering]

And now, to bring
this dedication ceremony to a close,

we honor these three
guardians of our city

by designating this vessel,
"Guardian of the Oceans!"

Uh... Oh. [clears throat]

[grunting]

Well, it seems my dedicating arm is sore

from those twelve
other dedication ceremonies

we had this morning.

-Ha-harr!
-[shrieks]

-Ta-da!
-[clanks]

[grunts]

[baby cooing]

I'll do it!

No one dedicates things
better than Tread Octane.

Those are strong words, Tread.

Oh, yeah? Then I challenge
those words to a race!

[engine revving]

[crashing]

Ha! I won!

I think! I lost track
of what I was competing against!

Photo op time, Mr. Mayor.

Let's get you aboard,
waving with our heroes.

I can't.

My dedicating arm is also my waving arm.

Plus the ship is gone.

[both gasp]

[all gasp]

So, is this a normal part
of the dedication ceremony?

You know, drifting randomly out to sea?

I'm gonna say, "No."
We need to get back to the city.

The city... I haven't seen land in years.

Our heroes are lost,

and my dedicating arm is still useless.

This could cause mass panic.

Panic? Not panic!

[yelling]

[McCloud] Come in! Come in!

This is Chief McCloud!

Good afternoon!
This is Captain Facepatch speaking.

[McCloud] Send food! Water! And land!

No need, old fellow.

I can get you back, not only safely,

but remarkably well-mannered.

[Duke] Thank you, Captain. What do we do?

Well, it's quite simple, really...

Just aim to bow 39 degrees

south of the Prime Meridian

and maintain 19 knots on your run.

If there's a southern wind,
tighten the starboard cleats

and raise the jibs...

And then...

But, whatever you do, don't...

Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy...

I was surprised to see
a taco that large...

And that's it! Easy peasy!

Oh, sorry, one last crucial
piece of information...

Hello? Hello? Captain?

I understood six of those words.

That's it. We're lost at sea.

I'll never see maw and paw again.

Or Uncle Susie and Aunt Gary.

Okay. Duke, Harl,

I need four coat hangers,

copper polish, a giant
Styrofoam poodle head,

and a tin of sardines!

And you want us

to find this stuff on an unstocked boat

they just finished building yesterday?

Right. Sorry. Come on, guys.

How hard can it be to power up, navigate,

and steer a massive
deep sea exploration vessel?

Yeah, remember, we stopped a lawnmower!

A whole lawnmower! To the engine room!

This is high tech.

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Nope, but everything I have seen

I hadn't seen before I ever saw it.

-So how do we start the engine?
-A wrench!

A handyman's best pal!

Okay, we're in Harl's world now!

I just need to pull this lever,

push this button, then loosen this valve,

and the engine should start on three.

One, two, three!

-[expl*si*n]
-[coughing]

[Harl] Thank goodness you're okay!

[Duke] Yeah, we're fine.

[Harl] Sorry, I was talking to the wrench.

[Wheeler] Dudes, the radio
signal's slammed.

This is a serious bummer.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid it's about
to get quite a bit bummier.

According to the radar,
the ship is drifting

toward the Brickmuda Heptagon.

[screams]

Wait, what's a Brickmuda Heptagon?

It's a large, mythic area of ocean

where, for centuries, ships, planes,

and single socks
have mysteriously vanished.

It's a way uncool place, bro.

This is a job for the Sky Police!

[Wheeler] Allen, bro,
you've almost reached

the Brickmuda Heptagon.

But I promised my mother
I'd never enter anything

with more than six sides!

Okay, we may not have an engine,
but we can still steer.

Yes. We'll just turn the ship around

-and drift back toward home.
-Huh?

What'd ya say?

Oh, I agree, Wrenchy.

This is very scary.

I don't know how I'm keeping
my wits about me, either.

[groans]

We're moving too slow.

The wheel won't budge!

Stand back. I got this.

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

Okay. No. Maybe not.

That was embarrassing.

I'm glad the kids aren't watching.

[cheering]

[Harl] Wrenchy, should we be worried

about that ominous wall of fog?

I only ask because of its ominousness.

It's the Brickmuda Heptagon!

It swallows ships, planes, and socks!

We're going in!

[ominous music]

[ominous music continues]

[Harl] Nothing is ever hopeless.

[Duke] Agreed. We'll get out of this.

I was talking to Wrenchy.

-Wait, listen!
-[helicopter droning]

[crashing]

[whirring stops]

Hey!

That went better
than how I thought it would!

I am here to rescue you!

Okay, now it's hopeless.

Whoa! Allen, dude, come in!

S'up? Dude!

Oh. [sighs]

It's time to tell the city
their heroes are lost

in the Brickmuda Heptagon.

[Duke] Some heroes we turned out to be.

Defeated by mist.

I don't know where we went wrong,

except in every decision we made.

So, you tried Freya's way,
then Harl's way,

then Duke's way,

and each one failed?

You should try my way,

which is not to try
because I know I'll fail.

It's a real time saver.

You're right, Wrenchy.

We tried all of our ways one at a time

when we should have tried them
at the same time.

Hey, great idea, Wrenchy.

So now, you're talking to him?

Oh, right, sorry.

No, I was talking to Wrenchy.

It is with a heavy heart
and even heavier arm

that I must tell you
our remarkable heroes,

well, basically, we misplaced them.

[crowd gasp]

Yes, our city's best are lost at sea.

[man #2] What are we gonna do
without them?

-[man #3] Oh, man! No way!
-And Allen.

Allen of Sky Police is also lost.

-Huh?
-Eh?

Who?

[tense music]

[wrench clinking]

[groans]

That's the best I can do
with the parts we have.

Okay, Freya, we're all set here.

Are you sure you can steer,
chart our course,

-and navigate the ship?
-I hope so.

Allen, are you ready
to not be involved at all?

I'm completely out of the way!

Okay, Duke, shoulder roll!

Shoulder roll like
you've never shoulder rolled before!

[grunting]

[electricity crackling]

[whirring]

Huh?

Come on, Wrenchy!

We have to stop this thing
from falling apart

under the strain!

Bob, Clemmons, I need...

No, wait, um...

Freya! I need the closest way
out of the Heptagon!

Forty degrees northeast.

On it.

[suspenseful music]

[grunting]

[light music]

Yes!

[laughs]

And between auto parts and handcuffs,

the loss of Lt. Duke DeTain
is also a tragic blow

to the city's steel factories.

What? Duke is really gone?

[panting]

Ha-ha! To the getaway boat!

-Ow! Ahh!
-[ship horn blaring]

[all cheering]

We're home! You did it, Wrenchy!

They're back,
and my dedicating arm healed!

We should have another ceremony!

Returning our heroes to us
is the most heroic act of all!

Thank you!

It was nothing, Mr. Mayor.

I was talking to the wrench.

[crowd] Wrenchy! Wrenchy!
Wrenchy! Wrenchy!

Wrenchy! Wrenchy! Wrenchy! Wrenchy!

[closing theme music]