01x08 - Alpha Betta Chip/The b*mb Swapper

[bunniefuu]

[Dr. Lullah]
Twelve millimeter ratchet,
12 millimeter hammer.

Twelve millimeter screwdriver.

Is this a joke?

[Pliny laughs] No.

That's a self-powered intercom
and grade-A cutie,
Mr. Communitater.

-Half communicator,
half tater.
-And all mister.

We harnessed our passions
and created him together.

-I baked the potato.
-Pliny and I created the lore.

And buckle up,
because it all starts
on his tragic wedding day.

[muffled screaming]

-All right, kids, that's the--
-[all] Time to go scream.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm telling you,
alligators are just lucky.

[screaming]

[both]
Alligators are just lucky.

Let's face it,
Dr. Lullah hates us.

[sighing]
I just wish she didn't say,

"I hope you all disintegrate,"
as we climbed into the cannon.

Like, would it k*ll her
to say one nice thing ever?

A man can only take so much!
[crying]

[blows raspberry]
Oh, come on, guys.

That's just her love language.
I'm sure she says

nice stuff about us
all the time.

I'll prove it.
We can use Mrs. Communitater.

[beep]

[line ringing]

Dr. Lullah's lab
and Mr. Okay's
Cereal Screamies.

The cereal that literally
makes you scream.

Do you all want to scream
or talk with the queen?

Uh... Talk to the queen?

[Dr. Okay] Dang it!

What can I say
is the reason for calling?

[coughing]

[in deep voice]
Yes, hello!

I'm with the National
Question Society.

[gasps] I thought
you had to be 18

-to get into the National
Question Society.
-[Pliny] Merian, zip it!

-[screams]
-[Pliny] As I was saying,

we're getting people to say
one nice thing

about a group of children
that are on an island
they run

and we're hoping to speak
with the doctor of the house.

[Dr. Okay crunching]
[screams] Just a sec.

Get ready for the love.

-I hate you!
-What?

[Dr. Lullah] Who is this?

Only two types of people
have this number.

Those paying ransom
and those demanding it.

[Dr. Okay] And those looking
for cereal that will make you
involuntarily scream.

And those looking
for a breakfast cereal

who will make them
involuntarily scream.

So, who is it?

-I lie... I...
-Ransom! I demand ransom!

Okay, who'd be so foolish?

Armchair Assassin?
Tender Daniel? Crime Egg?

Dr. Rostrum?
The Face Wrangler...

-What are you doing?
-Waiting for a good one.

[Dr. Lullah] The b*mb Swapper?

Bingo! It is I,
the b*mb Swapper!

-Sara!
-Yes! [chuckles]

My b*mb stuff is real mean.

But the latest crime
is my most evil yet.

[Sara laughs maniacally]

Meet me at the beach
at sundown

because I have stolen...
[inhales deeply]

Your children!

-You what?
-I have stolen...

your children!

[Dr. Lullah] You listen here,
b*mb Swapper!

I don't bargain
with fifth-tier villains.

Now get off my dog's
breakfast cereal line.

[dial tone]

-Huh.
-Yup, 100 percent hates us.

[crying]

Whoa! Slow down now.

This is good, actually.
Trust me, she'll show up
at sundown,

and when she sees us
in danger, she'll be worried
this is it for us,

and then she'll be compelled
to yell that nice thing
she's never told us before.

That's actually,
kind of a good point.

Emotional manipulation.

Come on now.
Call him back.

[sighs in exasperation] Fine!

But I'm not paying any ransom.

♪ Baby, I... ♪

♪ Don't want to explode
your eye ♪

♪ I just wanna blow
Your mind ♪

♪ 'Cause baby you're so fine ♪

[gasps] Still got it.

[phone ringing]

Uh, there's a
Dr. Lullah calling.

Lullah?
She's a first-tier villain.

[grunts]

[panting]

[phone continues ringing]

You can do this.
You're the b*mb Swapper.

Even fifth-tier villains
can hang with the big dogs.

-[panting]
-[toilet flushes]

Well, Dr. Lullah,
to what do I owe the--

I hate you!

Hate? What?

And if you don't want to have
your life removed
from your body,

via laser, return my kids
by sundown.

Kids? What kids?

Don't play coy. You know.
Hat glasses, the tall one,
ponytail,

swim trunks, cat shirt,
and Francis.

Okay, wait,
can you please repeat that?

What was that?

-What's a hat glasses?
-Uh, if I may...

I feel like this
is an opportunity
to really make an impression.

Maybe even move up a tier.

-How so?
-The Dr. Lullah
has just requested

that you, b*mb Swapper,
deliver objects to her island.

Objects that can be swapped...

for bombs!

The thing... you do.

Oh!

[whispers] What do you mean?

[sighs] The Dr. Lullah...

Oh, my gosh.

We get into a "look in
opposite directions" fight,

and I get the side
with a beautiful sunset.

So lucky.

Okay, in about 10 minutes,
Lullah will show up
like a mama lion,

and you'll all see
just how much she cares.

You know, it's not too late
to send her a pinkie toe.

Show her the b*mb Swapper
means business. Or teeth.

Ooh, teeth! I got some teeth.

[tires screeching]

Dr. Lullah!

See? I told you she'd come.

Quick, everybody, bag up.

Whoa! What's that?

♪ Baby, I... ♪

Uh-oh.
I think that's the real
b*mb Swapper, guys.

[Sara]
Are those supposed to be us?

[Merian]
They look nothing like us.

I don't know, mine looks
pretty jacked from here.

Defuser? What happened?

Is b*mb Swapper...

[loudly] too chicken to meet
me himself?

[clucking]

-[gasps]
-Dr. Lullah, we agreed,
no bird sounds.

Calm down.

There is no way
that Dr. Lullah thinks
those bombs are actually us.

In fact, I'll bet she's about
to tear this guy's arms--

-They're shaking hands.
-What? No.

Come on, kids.
Let's take the long
route home.

[engine starts]

Unbelievable.

Well, let's go save her.

-Oh, yeah.
-All right, come on.

[grunting]

[Dr. Lullah]
Hold tight, children.

[Pliny] Dr. Lullah, stop!

Those aren't kids,
those are bombs!

[Dr. Lullah]
Oh, it's bumpy ahead.

[screaming]

[warning bell dinging]

Oh, hey, cool rock.

Ooh! Whoa!

Alligators are just lucky--

[Dr. Lullah]
What a time
to be alive, children!

[Chicho screaming]

[Pliny straining]

-Almost there!
-[all screaming]

Hurry, if we get
to the canyon,

we can cut her off and--

Dr. Lullah!

Just wanted her to say
one nice thing about us.

And now she's smelly vapor.

-[all scream]
-Oh, my gosh, she's dead.

-I'm not dead, you idiot.
-[yells]

[all] Dr. Lullah!

Dr. Lullah! [sniffles]

You seriously think
I can't tell the difference

between your awkward dummies
made from bombs

and my awkward dummies
made from bones
and people meat?

-[all sigh]
-But I exploded you

with my b*mb...s.

Oh, that was just a decoy
made from the best darn
screaming cereal

on the market.

-[screams]
-But we heard you talking.

Yes, I needed to lure out
b*mb Swapper,

so I broadcast
my voice with this.

[all] Mr. Communitater!

It was surprisingly useful
to have a communicator

that I didn't mind blowing up.
Well done.

-[gasps]
-[all clamoring excitedly]

As for you,

I don't know how you managed
to sneak onto my island

and take the kids
in the first place.

But congratulations.

I'm moving you
to fourth-tier villain,
which means,

I'll give you a four-day
head start before I start

hunting you.

Oh! Yay!

All right, children,
let's get back to the lab.

Oh, uh...

Actually, be careful.

I swapped
a whole bunch of stuff

on the way with bombs.

That rock, b*mb.
That rock, b*mb.

And those trees, bombs.
And that bird...

And a bunch of other junk
I can't remember. [grunts]

[groans]

♪ Baby, I... ♪

b*mb! Dang, not b*mb.

[Pliny] b*mb!

Nice throw, hat glasses.

Ooh, ooh!
Dr. Lullah, look at me!

b*mb! Aagh!

I landed on my submarine keys.

[Merian]
♪ T- A -T -E- R ♪

♪ The Communitater show
is where you are ♪

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[engine running]

[Pliny as Mr. Communitater]
Honey, I'm home,

and boy, am I baked.

[audience laughing]

[radio static]

[audience laughing]

Now that my amnesia is gone,

tomorrow shall be
our wedding day,

and I could not
be more excited.

[growls] b*mb Swapper!

[thunder rumbling]

[♪ closing theme
music playing]