01x02 - The Nannytee / Noodle It (A Little Bit)

[bunniefuu]

♪ StuGo! ♪

♪ StuGo, StuGo, StuGo! ♪

♪ StuGo! ♪

[laughing] ♪ StuGo! ♪

♪ StuGo! ♪

[echoing] ♪ StuGo! ♪

[all straining]

[grunts, groans]

That's far enough.

[Chip] Rest now, my muscles.

You've earned this slumber.

All right, scram.

Ugh. Fine.

You can open it.

-Then scram.
-[clamoring]

[straining]

Show it! Show me!

You know, the mystery
is always better than the...

[shrieking] Oh, it's a Wave Hog!

-[♪ rock music playing]
-[announcer] Slay the tides

and hog the waves

with the Wave Hog Hydro-Jet!

In the world of water sports,
Hydro-Jets are extreme.

[echoing] Extreme!

And Wave Hogs reign supreme!

[echoing] Supreme!

Customize your Wave Hog
to have the perfect silhouette

for you to get silly wet.

Ha-ha. Soaked.

Order now!

It's my Wave Hog.

Now clear the lab.

Wait a minute.

You woke us up at sunrise
to lug this crate.

You said you had a whole day planned.

I do! For me and the Hog. Now get lost.

Dr. Lullah!

Our young brains need constant stimulation

or they will shrivel up.

[groaning]

I knew you whiners
would throw a wrench in my Hog Day.

So I figured out a way
to take care of you.

-[motor whirring]
-[all screaming]

Nope, not that.

[♪ mysterious music playing]

The Nannytee.

[kids gasping]

I've gifted this standard brain manatee

with medium intelligence

and specifically trained it

to distract you all
with arts and crafts projects.

-[kids groan]
-And grade them.

[kids gasp]

The Nannytee will be
your babysitter for the day.

[Francis] Hmm.

[Sara scoffs] We don't need a babysitter.

My sister and I have been taking care
of ourselves since we were two.

I don't know. I like arts and crafts.

Want to see a hand turkey?

[Chip] Ooh! Dank wattle.

[Merian] It is dank!

[gasps] A sticker? For me?

[kids exclaiming]

I can hand turkey too.

-Crafting time!
-[kids clamoring]

Works like a charm.

[indistinct chatter]

Peeping my Hog?

Pretty sick, huh?

Stock, this thing does 50.

But wait till I'm done with her.

[kids clamoring]

Ta-ta!

Finally! Just the two of us.

Aww.

Hurry, Francis.
We're running out of sticks!

I have to pace myself.

I have a dry tongue.

Come on, look at Larry!

He's eating like the wind!

[burps]

[shrieks]

Brain freeze!

I don't know if I can keep this up.

You can do this, Larry.
Eat through the pain.

[shrieking]

Look at him go!

At this rate, we may need more popsicles.

I'll get them.

[Larry continues shrieking]

Thank you.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

Mm-mmm. You deserve better than this.

[grunts]

We'll get some air
with these little nasties.

Vroom!

[gasps] What are you doing here?

Is the Nannytee busted?

The Nannytee is... fine.

Everyone else is getting
a little sticker-obsessed.

They're already sticker-obsessed.

That's why I invented the Nannytee.

Now get along.
I don't want any more interruptions.

We're busy!

Wait. Blue.

No, no, no. Not the wet... side.

Phew.

[gasping]

[groans]

[shrieks]

It's like this papier mache
is trying to embarrass me!

Merian. Mon petit frere.

Papier mache
is a ballet of water and fiber.

Just close your eyes and let it flow.

[exhales]

My eyes are closed.

I accidentally glued them closed.

What are you all making?

I don't know.
But whatever it is, the Nannytee likes it.

[♪ mysterious music playing]

No, thank you.

One's plenty.

[grunts]

-Dr. Lullah.
-[gasps]

Ugh!

Is it impossible to have
time to myself with you kids around?

If you insist on interrupting,

do not speak unless you are called upon.

Yes?

The arts and crafts
are getting unconventional.

Oh? The genetically modified
manatee babysitter

is getting unconventional?

Thank you for the heads-up.

-I really think--
-Don't think.

Just leave.

Oops! Sorry!

These nets are our new craft project.

Come here and help us weave!

The Nannytee is printing new stickers!

They're scratch and sniff.

[sniffs and shudders]

I'm worried
there's something wrong with you.

Well, yeah! I'm dehydrated,

I'm a little confused,
and my fingers are losing feeling.

But you know what I can still feel?

Pride. In sticker acquisition.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

So, pal to pal,

the Nannytee is starting to question

your commitment to the project.

What is the project?

Getting stickers.

You're asking too many questions.

Here. The Nannytee
wants you to have this one.

On the house.

[all gasp]

-And it glitters?
-What is it?

No, thank you.

[kids clamoring]

That's what I'm talking about.

Wait, what the heck?

[gasps]

I'm worried
there's something wrong with you.

-Things are getting--
-Bup, bup, bup!

You wait to be called upon.

♪ Hoggin' your waves
Riding for days ♪

♪ Praise the music
Play your face ♪

♪ You can't swim... ♪

[whirring]

♪ Make it butter
Don't be dry ♪

[motor whirring]

You just can't dry fire these things.

♪ Just don't take my hog away ♪

[kids] Hut, hut, hut!

[Dr. Lullah] Oh! There it is!

The perfect silhouette.

[gasps]

How dare you!

[Francis] Shh!

It's time for you to look out the window.

-[♪ suspenseful music playing]
-Oh!

[♪ dramatic music playing]

What are we doing?

[kids panting]

Doomsday cannon? Ugh!

Why does every manatee I grant
medium intelligence to try to k*ll me?

But not today,

because today is Hog Day!

[♪ upbeat music playing]

Hop on.

Okay, but let me reapply
my sunscreen first.

Can we...

Ugh.

Ready?

-Today we ride!
-[engine revving]

[whoops]

[panting]

Sorry, it's not personal.

The Nannytee's got glitter stickers now!

[grunting]

[all gasp]

[laughs smugly]

Boom!

[shrieking]

SOS! Save Our Stickers!

Ugh.

[screaming]

Hmm.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[screaming]

Hmm.

The perfect silhouette.

[screaming]

Hmm.

Just the two of us.

-Hmm.
-[clears throat]

[screams]

Fine. It's time to get silly wet.

-[whirring]
-[screaming]

[gasps]

[whooping triumphantly]

Brace for impact!

[machine switches off]

-[engine revs]
-Hmm.

[engine revving]

Wait, is that the...

[engine accelerating]

[♪ rock music playing]

[engine roaring]

Oh, now I see!

This Nannytee that you created

designed a huge, elaborate ruse

to steal your Wave Hog as revenge!

Yes, yes, we all see.

What? What do you see?

[♪ rock music continues]

[♪ cello music playing]

Gotcha!

[gasps] Pliny! Look out!

-Huh?
-I'll save you!

-What? Hey!
-[grunting]

Wait, Larry, stop!

I'm okay. I just noodled the catfish.

Noodled?

[grunts] Yeah!

[camera shutter clicks]

It's when you catch a fish
with just your hands.

I learned it from my cousin Snake.

[whispers] She has a snake.

Oh, man! I'd love to try that.

But my cello teacher, Mr. Zeigler, says

I need his verbal
and written permission before I do

any hand-based activities
that aren't this.

[gasps] Larry!

I've never seen
anyone's fingers move so gracefully.

Or looks so much like worms.

-Those hands were made for noodling.
-Huh?

But Mr. Zeigler...

[Pliny grunts]

This island is Zeigler-free, baby!

[exclaims]

[both laughing]

Now, don't worry. Catfish teeth are like

pillowy pieces of gnocchi.

So be like pasta and noodle.

[nervously] Okay.

[sighing]

Not wormy enough.

Story of my life.

Don't worry.

Trust your instincts.

Play the lake... like a cello.

[breathes deeply]

-[♪ cello music playing]
-[grunts]

[gasps] I got one!

Nice one, Larry! Now give me a thumbs up!

[gasps]

No way!

Did you just noodle a two-dle?

Larry, that's a very advanced maneuver.

[Larry] I feel like magic.

Uh, I'll be right back, Sara.

Okay. Don't forget about me again. Guys.

Guys! [muffled speaking]

Everything Larry touches turns to fish.

And every fish turns to...

bigger fish.

[Mr. Okay] Careful.

Locals call him the Cat Daddy.

In this case, I'm locals.

-He's a 60-pounder.
-Oh, my gosh.

I've always wanted to catch a 60-pounder.

Hey! That's my exact weight.

Then it's destiny. Go get him!

What? No way.

That thing's gonna swallow him whole.

Don't worry, Merian.

There's nothing this boy wonder
can't noodle.

Show her, Linguini Larry!

[chuckles] Linguini Larry.

[♪ cello music playing]

-[Larry gasps]
-[kids gasp and shriek]

[all gasp]

[breathing heavily]

-[all exclaiming]
-Nice one!

Okay, Pliny, this seems really dangerous.

Okay. I admit it.
That was maybe a bit too far.

-But look how happy Larry is.
-[grunting]

He was born to do this.

He's gonna get hurt.

You've got to stop him.

No way. I'm his friend.
And good friends support each other.

-I'm no Mr. Zeigler.
-Right.

And sorry, who is that person?

It doesn't matter anyway.

We're all done.

That was the last fish in the lake.

[grunts] Yeah!

Okay. Phew.

That's a relief.

That's why

I'm gonna noodle the ocean!

[laughs heartily]

The ocean?

Have you ever seen the ocean?

Pfft. It'll be fine.

It's mostly krill.

-[squawking]
-[Larry laughs]

This is awesome!

[chuckles nervously] I know, right?

The awesome raw power

of the extremely tame
and manageable tide pools.

[Pliny] Five legs.

Shell me more.

Slippery.

Bottlecap!

Who's hungry for a hand sandwich?

-[grunts]
-Larry!

[grunting]

[laughs] That was amazing.

Oy, you got proper spiked
in the face, like.

[chuckles] You should do sharks next.

No. k*ller whales!

Like sharks but with warm blood, innit?

Hey, Pliny!
Can I noodle a shark with warm blood?

Uh...

You know what's cooler
than a shark with warm blood?

Sea cucumbers, baby!

Check this out.

Ew.

Uh, Pliny, this is making
my fingers feel funny.

[roaring]

Larry!

Oh, yeah! A two-dle!

[♪ lively music playing]

[whoops and grunts]

Oh, my gosh. Larry, are you okay?

This is

the best day of my life!

[all cheering]

And I owe it all to you, Pliny.

You're a good friend.

-[throbbing]
-[chuckles nervously]

Of course, bud.

How about we call it a day?

[groans]

Yeah, I'm done noodling the ocean.

[mutants groan]

I'm gonna noodle... the land!

-[mutants cheer]
-What?

[cheers]

[Larry] So, according to local legend,

this cave is home to the Stone Worm,

a 70-foot-long serpent
formed of solid rock,

who crushes humans into dust.

I told Larry that. When you talk to him,
he's super down-to-earth.

Um, Larry? [chuckles nervously]

Maybe we should draw the line
at noodling train-sized invertebrates?

-[mutants booing]
-Don't draw the line anywhere!

Lines are disgusting.

[chuckles]

Great impression of Mr. Zeigler, Pliny.

He's truly an awful person.

[chuckling nervously]
Oh, right. Mr. Zeigler. Not me, not me.

I'm good. A good friend.

Yeah, you're the best.

Now, don't make me laugh
before I noodle, okay?

[groans softly]

[thudding]

[all gasping]

Well, it happened again.

No one unstuck me from the mud.

Okay. Don't all apologize at once!

[screams]

[roaring]

This is a job for...

Linguini Lar-- [screaming]

Larry!

I got you, pal!

[grunting]

Pliny! Take the picture!

-What?
-Take. The. Picture!

[roars]

[both grunt]

[chanting] Linguini Larry! Linguini Larry!

Pretend to chew on his arm a little more.

You were right, Merian.

I let Larry's new hobby swallow him whole.

But he's a natural. Oh, my gosh!

How do you tell a songbird not to sing?

-A hagfish not to hag?
-What's a hagfish?

Oh, they're awesome!
Look, Larry noodled one earlier.

Up, up, up!

Um, okay, I know
you want to be a good friend,

but I think good friends
are honest with each other.

-Like...
-Up, up, up...

Hey, hey, can you put that away?

You're right.

Hey, I said no teeth.

Hey, Larry.

I was wondering
if we could talk in private.

My hands are kind of full, Pliny.

Right, right, right. Yeah, I know.

Um, it's just that [clears throat] um...

This isn't easy for me to say.

[shrieks]

-You need to stop noodling!
-[all exclaim]

But I'm Linguini Larry.

You made me Linguini Larry.

She's jealous.

She wishes she was Pasta Pliny.

What? No, I'm not jealous.
I'm your friend.

She's been holding you back, Linguini.
Cut bait.

You're jealous
because I'm the best there ever was.

And you're nothing
but a butterfingered weekend noodler.

Larry, you don't sound like yourself.

Well, you know what you sound like?

You sound like

Mr. Zeigler!

No!

[mutants exclaiming]

Who is that?

But he couldn't stop me.

And neither can you, Pliny.

Now witness

as I nood

-the un-noodable!
-[♪ dramatic music playing]

Outer space!

[squawks]

Larry, wait!

[♪ intense music playing]

[screeching]

[♪ mysterious music playing]

There's nothing Linguini Larry
can't noodle,

in this galaxy or any other!

Oh, no. Larry is gonna
noodle himself into the grave.

What am I gonna do?

[gasps]

I have to noodle the noodler.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-Larry!
-Huh?

You're coming home...

with... me!

[laughs wickedly]

Is that the best you've got?

You have to stop!

Just because you can noodle something

doesn't mean you should!

Watch me!

[grunting]

Don't you dare!

[straining]

[both straining]

Space is just another fish!

Space is nothing like a fish!

Should've known
it would end this way, Pliny!

From the minute
you showed me how to noodle.

Should've known I'd end up
on the top of a brown mountain--

-[mumbles]
-Gotcha!

[expl*si*n]

Whoa!

Look at that big smoking crater.

That was almost Linguini Larry.

[muffled] Whoa!
I was really standing right there?

Yeah, man. You were truly
so close to becoming a crater.

I guess I did get a little carried away.

Thanks for being a good friend, Pliny.

-Aww.
-And, hey,

looks like you finally
caught the 60-pounder.

-Huh?
-[chomps]

[chuckles] All right.
I think that's enough noodling for today.

-[chomps]
-Oh, yeah, a two-dle!

[♪ upbeat music playing]