01x18 - Phishin' Chip/Shell-Shock!

[bunniefuu]

[male singer]
♪ StuGo ♪

♪ StuGo ♪

♪ StuGo, StuGo, StuGo ♪

♪ StuGo ♪

♪ StuGo ♪
[laughs]

[singing]
♪ StuGo ♪

[echoing]
♪ StuGo ♪

[Chip humming]

[clears throat] Behold.

I got us on
the daggone Internet.

-Oh, that, oh.
-Sure.

Chip's got email, baby.

Stand back. My inbox is
likely fit to burst

after all these weeks we've
been stranded here,

off-net.

[automated voice]
You have one messages.

Ooh, "exticing oportbunity."

-Tell me more.
-Uh...

[Chip] "You have been seblected
to receive a free gift card!

"Click here
to clam your prize."

You shouldn't click that link.

That's a really
suspicious email.

Y'all are just jealous

that I got seblected
and you didn't.

Wait! At least hover
over the link

to see if the URL looks legit.

I don't wanna hover.
I want a gift card.

-[alarm blaring]
-[yelps]

[all screaming]

Which of you nincompoops just
opened a suspicious email?

[Sara]
I told Chip it was a scam.

Didn't you check the URL?

[all] Hover and think
before clicking that link.

According to this,
you just sent

my secret lab's exact location
to parties unknown.

You, the smart kids,

you can help me
reinforce my security.

I should probably boot up
the robot henchmen.

We have robot henchmen?

Henchmen are for hoverers.

The rest of you, move.

Which one of you can
drive a motorcycle?

-Pick me! Pick me!
-I can!

Could a nincompoop construct
an Internet antenna?

[whooshing]

Huh?

What the what?

[grunting]

[grunts]

Hello, Chip.
I'm an agent of KORM.

That's K-O-R-M,

a super-secret
intelligence agency.

And this is for you.

Oh, wow!
I knew it wasn't a scam.

[agent] You're a smart cookie.

We've been trying to locate
Doctor Lullah for years.

We sent quite a few emails,

but yours was the first one
to get through her firewalls.

How would you like
to assist us

in an intelligence
gathering mission?

You mean spy on Doctor Lullah?

This isn't a mission
for the faint of heart

or the nincompooped.

[gasps] Then you got
the right guy.

Excellent.
Let's get you trained up.

Show me leg sweep.

Good. You're now
a lethal weapon.

Congratulations, operative.
Here's a black belt.

Sick! Wait, "lethal"?

We're just gathering
intel, right?

This training is
purely precautionary.

After all, we're KORM.
We're the good guys.

Nice. Hey, what does KORM
stand for, anyway?

Um... uh...

Uh, covert... uh...
operations...

response...

Multinational?

Yeah, great.

This is all adding up.

Your mission is to recover
a dossier outlining

Lullah's secret plans.

But you'll need to
gear up first.

Here's an earpiece and a list.

I'll talk to you through it.

Everything you need
can be found at Doctor Lullah's warehouse.

But watch out,

you'll have to sneak it all

past Lullah's
first line of defense,

a real ankle-smasher,

the supply master,
Pliny "the Boot."

If Lullah doesn't
get this shipment,

I'll break you in half!

Any more delays,

and I'll peel those halves
like an orange.

[yelps]

Ow.

Oh, nice. Shurikens!

Ooh-la-la.

Young adult tuxedoes!

Mmm! So very soft.

-[yelps]
-What are you doing, Chip?

Oh, oh! I'm just shopping
for a new tux.

Sorry, all this stuff belongs
to Doctor Lullah.

[whispering]
I take small bills and gift cards.

Mmm. [exhales]

Uh... Help! Thief!

[grunts] Operative eject!

[groans]

Chip, Chip, Chip.
I heard you were back in town.

Need a lift?

Rianne.

Tell me why I ever left you.

[engine revving]

[agent] Merian, "the One Who Can
Drive a Motorcycle."

No time to argue.
Step on it, Ri!

Hold on.

[exclaims]

Stoplight! Stoplight!

[Chip] Oh, no, Merian!

I'm okay-- [grunts]

Chip, you big goof.
That's not a stoplight.

That's just three mangoes at
different stages of ripeness

hanging vertically
from a pole.

[laughs] I am bad at
identifying stoplights.

Thanks for the save.

But work on that driving--

-[groans]
-[kissing]

Ooh.

Ding-dong.

I have procured the material.

Good work, operative.

Was that a big smooch I heard?

No, I don't know.

Well, congratulations.

On to the next stage of
your mission.

Retrieve the dossier
from Lullah's mistress of information.

She usually haunts Lullah's
exclusive country club.

You'll need to dress the part.

♪ No more love games
No jumping through hoops ♪

♪ The heart is no place
for nincompoops ♪

[microphone feedback]

Uh...

That's a dossier
if ever I've seen one.

[agent]
Francis, "the Infor-mistress."

I'll have what she's having.

Hup, hup.
Unpeeled, not peeled.

[groans]

So, you... having a...

The gentleman's glass
is empty.

Um, thank you.

[whimpering]

They make 'em strong here.

Enough small talk!
I'm gonna cut to the chase.

Lullah wanted me to grab
that dossier for her.

So, I can take that
to her now.

All right, but first you have
to pass a security check.

Identify which of
these are stoplights.

That one?

Chip, are you a bot?

[hisses]

-[Chip grunts] Hyah!
-[groans] Damn it.

Leg sweep.

Don't mind if I do.

Ha-cha!

Ha-cha!

Hyah!

-Hyah!
-[groans]

[all gasp]

Ooh.

Uh, he's fine.
He's probably fine.

Ding-dong.
I have the intel, sir.

It got hairy.
I swept-kicked a mouse.

Focus. Tell me what you got.

There's a letter.

"I, Doctor Lullah,
have constructed a doomsday mechanism

"and intend to use it
to destroy the world.

"XOXO.
Doctor Lullah."

Oh, my gosh!

It's worse than I thought.

It's up to you to stop
Lullah's dastardly plot.

But why would my friends
help her?

How sure are you
that who they say they are

are who they are?

-What?
-Chip, your friends

could be fakes or clones

or something else
that's also bad.

Dang.

Your final mission, Chip,

take down Doctor Lullah,
disable the mechanism,

save the world!

I accept.

Hmm.

Dojang?

This is a dang dojang.

How did I not know
about this dang dojang.

Sorry, Chip.
I cannot let you pass.

[agent] Sara,
"the Martial Arts Mysteriosa."

You got your orders,
I got mine.

Let's dance.

Ow!

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

-Dang it!
-Give up, Chip.

My dojang is no place
for nincompoops.

[gasps]

♪ No more love games
No jumping through hoops ♪

♪ The heart is no place
for nincompoops ♪

[screaming]

Clones?

KORM was right.
Lullah has gone too far.

Oh, hey!

The doomsday mechanism.

[whimpering]

Who's there?
Get back here,

so I can sh**t you
with my lasers.

[whimpering]

You're trapped!
There's no way out!

[sighs]

Ding-dong.

I messed everything up.

Couldn't even sweep-kick
a middle-aged woman to the ground.

Now the world's doomed.

I really am
a nincompoop after all.

[agent] There is still a way.

Do have access to email?

Chip's always got email, baby.

I'm going to send you
a software executable

that will inject itself into
Lullah's systems

and disable
the doomsday mechanism.

I'm in.

"Gretings Chip.

"For self-detruction
of the lab ples click here"?

Destroy the lab?

It's the only way, Chip.

Why does Lullah want
to destroy the world anyway?

She lives on the world.

None of this makes sense!

[Dr. Lullah] Open up
so I can sh**t you

with these lasers, Chip.

Ignore her, Chip.
Click the link.

We're going to send you
a whole bunch of gift cards.

Do it, Chip. Click the link.

[whimpering]

[friends] Hover and think
before clicking that link.

[gasps]

"Nincompoop says what"?

[yells] Hey! This ain't no
self-destruct link.

This email is
a suspicious email!

Okay. You pass.

What?

When you fell for our
phishing test this morning,

we got worried that
you were a security threat.

Had to make sure
you'd do the right thing under pressure.

You two were working together?

[screams]

Mr. Okay?

So your doomsday mechanism
was just a fake too?

Anyway. You did
acceptably well!

Not a nincompoop at all!

Congratulations.

To claim your victory prize,

simply enter your
Social Security Number into this tablet.

Hot dog!

Hey, my good man,

you look like
someone who likes fun.

[laughs] Yup! You pegged
me good, brother! I sure do!

But what about super fun?

Super fun?
Who doesn't like super fun?

What the actual heck
is going on?

Then you should try
the super fun wow slide.

The sign says
"torso accelerator."

Well, Doctor Lullah knows how
hard you've all been working

and thought you
deserved a little treat.

Yeah, that's good.
They'll fall for that. Good boy!

No, Doctor Lullah just needs
more crash test dummies.

Oh, that's not true.

We got one.

Lab dummy reporting for duty.

Dumb as they come.

Larry, don't.
It's a death trap.

We don't know that yet.

That's the whole point.

I ain't scared of no hole.

Larry, remember what Arfthur,
the safety hound, says.

Industrial equipment that
looks like a slide

is a really quick way
for children to die.

All aboard the safety train!

-Toot-toot!
-[train whistle blows]

Hey! Slow down.
I said, slow down!

Arfthur ain't here right now.

Plus, my bones are made
of jelly!

[straining]

I am invincible!

This is awesome!

Whoa!

[yelling]

He's approaching
the corkscrew velocirator.

Through the
sunburn simulation tube.

This is difficult!
This is difficult!

Um, Doctor Lullah, why is there
a piece missing from the track?

Oh, I'm sorry, is this
your torso accelerator?

[screaming]

Ceiling rock!
Ceiling rock!

[panting]

[muttering incoherently]

Please. His torso
is barely accelerated.

Hey, bud,
ready for another run?

No, that pointy roof rock
almost jacked me up.

My bones aren't made jelly.
They're made of bones!

Bones as delicate
as this castle!

[screams]

Oh, no! Did I jack him up?

She's all good. Luckily,
she has her little shell.

Wow. She really
is safe in there.

Hmm.

I've never seen my little
Larrinette so frazzled.

Larry's indestructible.

In fact,
I bet everything I own

that he'll be back to
his old self in no time.

I'll take that bet.

[scraping]

[grunts] Ooh.

[sighs]

You better get a shell
before it's too late!

Everything out there is
trying to jack you up!

This table is made
of splinters!

Huh?

And those splinters
are flammable!

-[gasps]
-And the computers...

The computers!

What about the computers?
What about them?

Oh, my gosh!
Show me the ways of the shell.

We have to get out
of this death trap!

Hey! Slower! Slower.

The belt too.

Too small.

Unbalanced.

Come on, show me
the good shells!

You're not safe till
you're shelled.

It's perfect.

It even has a spot on it
that looks like Arfthur

singing his most popular song!

♪ Don't grab a knife or
hold a toaster in the rain ♪

♪ Come ride with Arfthur
on the safety train ♪

-[screams]
-[screams] I surrender!

Surrender?
She's one of us!

So sorry, I didn't realize
this shell was occupied.

It's okay. It's okay!

But you better shell up quick.

There are countless
dangers afoot.

It's nice to meet others
in the shell lifestyle.

I'm Larry, and that's Merian.

Pleasure. I'm Crabecca.

And that over there
is Scrumptious.

-Okay.
-She recently fell in butter.

Now, it's a good thing
you got shells.

It's feeding day today,

the annual event
when the most foolish

are called by the
blood-hungry giant seagull--

[screams]

I was right to live
my life scared!

-Crabecca!
-Crabecca!

Oh, geez. Wow.
Probably for the best.

How is this for the best?

I mean, just look around you.

Sand. Glass is made of sand.

And what's made out of glass?

Glass swords.

That's right. So right now,

we're essentially sitting

on billions of swords.

There isn't a shell
in the world

that could withstand
a billion swords.

Yeah, probably not.

Oh, except for the big shell
of Zanzibub.

Zanzibub?

Hermit crab legend
tells of a shell so safe,

once inside, you'll
never have to fear again.

How can we find this place?

Oh, you know, it's just up
that mountain over there.

I can never go back.

I understand.

But the longer we stay here,
the more we risk

the sand heating up to


turning into glass,

and the tide's
coming in and out

slowly sharpening
the glass into swords!

We have no choice.

Mmm.

[shrieking]

We gotta get to Zanzibub!

Okay, now, slow and steady.

Hey, y'all, wait up.

I've been thinking about
what you said.

I wanna get into
the shell lifestyle.

Here, this spiky behemoth
looks pretty good--

[screaming]

Aah! We gotta help him!

No, it's too spiky.

Let's just go!

Stop! A shadow!

The devil's playground.

Kids get hurt on playgrounds.

We'll need to wait.

Let's just hope the ground
doesn't explode while we do.

Now! Now! Now!

[all screaming]

Okay, we're safe.

[laughs]
Look how pretty!

A beautiful field of flowers!

Flowers attract bees.

Bees can jack you up!

Oh, I'd never do that.

[screaming]

-We could've died.
-Oh, please.

-We could've died.
-[Scrumptious] Hey, you can relax.

That bee back there
is actually

pretty chill-- Whoop!

Come on, guys.
Let's jack him up.

-[bee] Yeah, let's get him.
-[laughing] Yeah-ha-ha!

-Should we help?
-Mmm-mmm!

-[buzzing]
-[screaming]

[gasps] The shell of Zanzibub!

Quick! Hurry!

We lost a lot of people
along the way

but we're almost safe!

Whoa, look!
That next group is going in!

[rumbling]

[clattering]

Wow! You don't even need
your shell in there.

Perfect! I can't wait
to get out of this thing.

Excuse me!
Take me to safety!

Moving rocks? Hmm.

A uvula?

What's that...

That's a mouth!
Mouth! Mouth!

All this screaming is k*lling
the safety vibes, Larry.

Oh.

[shrieks]

[screaming] No!

My shell! It's not going to...

hold up much longer.
Larry!

-Help!
-[whimpering]

[breathing heavily]

-Hello, friend.
-[gasps]

Arfthur's here!

Wait, are you a ghost?

Yup, I got all jacked up when
the safety train derailed.

Wait, didn't you live
the most ultimate safe life?

-Sure did!
-But you got jacked up anyway.

We all get
jacked up eventually.

And it sounds like
your friend's getting jacked up right now.

Larry, why aren't you
saving me?

Larry!

[gasps] Living stupidly
almost jacked me up!

But living safe is getting
all my friends jacked up.

Argh. If only there was
a way to do both.

Hmm.

[growling]

[grunts]

[laughs] What?

[gasps] I'll do stupid things
the safest way possible!

-Stupid-smart. Thanks, Arfthur!
-I don't know if--

You know, I'm starting to feel

strangely at peace
with all this.

[Larry] Hey, Mr. Eel,

I got some soft, squishy
jelly meat for you!

[gasps] Larry, your shell!

[roars]

Be stupid-smart.

[♪ metal music playing]

[screaming]

[yelling]

[laughing wickedly]

Oh, snap!

[Larry] Come one! Come all!

Get your torso accelerated!

But be sure to wear
your shifty shell-met

because the only way to be
stupid is to be smart.

Hey, Larry.
Can't believe you took the slide!

Super inspiring stuff!

Got me to try
skateboarding again.

You're doing amazing!

Thanks for bringing
Scrumptious back to life, by the way.

No problemo.

Everybody gets one.

Can you bring back Arfthur?

Check out this ollie!

Ha-ha!

-Wow! Okay, yeah.
-Oh, wow! That was cool!

-I'm impressed. I'm impressed.
-That was so impressive.

[♪ closing theme
music playing]