03x15 - MERV LINKS TO OTTO/BIG AIR

[bunniefuu]

[rock intro playing]

♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in play position ♪

♪ Rocket power... ♪

[static]

[scratching]

[music continues]

♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in fun condition ♪

♪ Prepare to countdown ♪

♪ Rocket power! ♪

[metal squeaking]

[knuckles cracking]

Hey!

Ya-hoo!

Whoa!

[grunts]

[groans]

Otto, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm cool, but my bike is toast.

Oh, you know what they say:

"Haste makes waste."

Yeah, it also makes one gnarly wipeout.

Man, this is the lamest.

My bike's all busted

and the Mad Town Free-style contest starts in an hour.

[humming]

Unless...

Hey, Mr. Stimpleton.

Wow, that's some good work you're doing there.

Hmm.

Unusually polite and respectful.

Must mean you need something.

What is it, Rocket?

Well...

I kind of broke the gooseneck on my bike

and there's sort of this contest

that's about to start, and, well, um...

I suppose you want me to drop what I'm doing

and fix your little bike there.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Okay! All right!

Whoo, thanks, Merv--

I mean, Mr. Stimpleton, sir.

But now you owe me one.

Whenever you need something, let me know.

Okay, then, it's a deal.

Otto: What a perfect weekend.

First, I win this sweet trophy.

And tomorrow we go to the extreme sports thingy

at the convention center.

I can't wait for that.

Neither can I.

[slurps]

[snoring]

[rooster crowing]

Merv: Come on, young Rocket, rise and shine!

Man, huh? What's going on out there?

Up and at 'em, Rocket boy.

Huh? What are you talking about?

Merv said you promised him a favor

for fixing your bike yesterday.

So?

So he wants you to be

his golf caddie today.

Well, that's obviously not happening.

I'm going to the Extreme Sports Convention today.

[car engine starts]

All right, you guys, let's head out.

I guess this all leaves you

with an extra ticket to the convention, huh?

Well, I suppose.

Well, good! I'd be more than happy

to take it off your hands.

Let's get-a-goin'!

Now, Rocket, the thing to remember about golf

is that it requires focus

and concentration.

It all started in Scotland

sometime close to ,

Which reminds me of a humorous golf anecdote.

Now, remember, if anyone gets lost,

we're going to meet back here at... Huh?

Driver.

You're not in a car, Mr. Stimpleton.

No...

driver!

That big stick with a one on it.

Now, watch and learn, young Rocket.

Watch and learn what?

Shh!

[humming]

[grunts]

Oh, there's a beauty.

Let's roll, caddie!

Dude, the ball's right there.

We can walk to it.

I said let's roll.

At least driving will be cool.

Whoa! Too fast! Too fast!

Course regulations specifically state "no vehicles

shall travel over two miles an hour."

It's going to be a long day.

They got to be around here somewhere.

If I could find the information booth,

I could have them paged over the loudspeaker.

[screaming]

[groans]

Oh!

Hey, what happened to Mrs. Stimpleton?

Maybe she got bored of watching us and left.

All right!

Whee!

[laughing]

Yow-whoo-hoo-hoo!

No way.

Whoa!

All: Go, Mrs. Stimpleton!

That looks promising.

Huh?

[grunting]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ticket?

I already paid.

I stepped outside by mistake.

Did I ask for your life story

or did I ask for a ticket?

Uh, a ticket, I guess, but...

Then get to stepping.

[sighs]

Finally.

You think you could drop me off

at the sports convention on our way home?

Home? We've got more holes to play.

?!

To the next hole, caddie,

and slowly.

[groans]

Yeah!

Yeah, all right!

I got to get one of these for my bedroom.

[cheering]

You know how to smoothboard?

Do a fakie board grip?

Is that what that was?

I thought that felt fancy.

I'm just going to have

to take a penalty

and move the ball myself.

Golf is the lamest.

You just don't understand the game, young Rocket.

Takes forever for anything to happen.

As soon as it gets tough, you wimp out

and you got to make sure

the caddie is bored at all times.

[grumbling]: D-D-Driver...

Bored? B-B-B-Bored at all times?!

W-Wimp out!

Why you...

[yelling]

How's that for wimping out?

That was awesome.

You fully went for it.

That's right, I...

Sweet mother of corn.

I made it to the green.

See, dude?

No wimping out!

Yeah, no wimping out!

Ha, ha! Step on it!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

-All right! -Yeah!

Uh, excuse me.

Could you tell me where the information booth is?

Thanks.

What?

W-W-Wait a minute!

[pounding on door]

Go for it!

This is awesome!

Yeah, I'm feeling rather awestruck myself.

Whoo, I haven't felt this way in years.

You kids want to come back tomorrow?

Mrs. Stimpleton, you rule.

Hmm. You think

you can sink this one, young Rocket?

Yeah. It's as good as sunk.

Yeah!

Aw, man.

Remember, Rocket, in golf, there's a time to go forward,

but there's also a time for concentration and focus.

It's called... patience.

Here.

Try it again.

Yeah! That was sweet.

You see, my boy? Patience.

Yeah, all right!

And now we go for it!

Out of the way,

you old nippers!

Okay... according to this map,

the information office should be

right over here.

What?

I'll just wait by the car.

Oh, best score ever!

And I didn't wimp out and pick up the ball once!

From now on, my motto is "Go for it!"

Yeah, Mr. Stimpleton, I guess golf's

not as lame as I thought.

Indeed, it's not.

And call me dude.

[chuckles]

Otto, man,

you missed the most awesome convention ever.

It's cool. I'll make it next time.

Mmm...

All right!Yeah!

No way!

Wow, what do you call that?

Patience, bro. Patience.

Awesome!

Go for it, Merv.

Ha, ha! You just try and stop me, sweet-cheeks.

I'm completely rad!

Wh-Whoa!

I don't know if I could hold on.

[echoes] Hold on.

We're coming to get you, bro.

[echoes] Bro.

[grunting]

Hang on. We've got you.

Just a little bit more.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Come on, g*ng!

I found the perfect spot for lunch.

Last one to lunch is a mountain dork!

[panting]

Hey, wait a second.

I'll be... right there.

Got to get my asthma medicine.

Oh, no! Empty.

Hurry up, Squid!

[wheezing]

You mean "Hurry up, mountain dork."

[laughing]

[gasping and wheezing]

Sam, what's wrong?

Mr. Rocket... I think I need to go to the hospital.

[siren wailing]

[loud growling]

Dude, my heart is growling.

[loud throbbing]I can't believe it.

Sam's had asthma before, and it was never like this.

I know. Really scary.

Great news, g*ng.

Sam's doing fine.

He gets to go home in a little bit.

That is so cool.

Come on, you can come back and say a quick hello.

Here's your clothes, honey.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Right in here. Hoo!

Hey, Sam-my.

Nice moon, Squid!

Bust!

Oops.

[laughs sheepishly]

Hey, guys!

Sorry about ruining the trip.

Don't worry about it.

We're just glad you're better.

Yeah, no problemo.

So you get to come home now, huh?

Yup, and the doc says I can be back in action tomorrow

ready to tear it up.

Really? Uh, well, that's great.

Looks like another primo session.

I can't stop thinking about Sam's asthma att*ck.

It was so freaky.

Yeah. I'm glad Raymundo was around.

What if it had happened when it was just us?

Bro, I don't even want to think about it.

[sighs]

Too late. I'm thinking about it.

What is the Squid doing here?

I thought he'd be home resting.

Well, he's here, so we got to take it easy with him, okay?

We don't want him getting sick again.

Hey, guys!

Hey, Squid, welcome back.

Are you feeling okay?

"Okay"? I'm stoked.

Since I got home from the hospital,

all I thought about was surfing with you guys.

Surfing? Otto was thinking maybe we'd play a round

of video games at the arcade.

I what?

Plus, it'll be nice

to do something different for a change.

Well, Iwaslooking forward to the waves

but I'm always up for a good video game.

And he's setting a new world record!

[whirring and beeping]

If I'm going to ski, I want to ski on real snow.

Who's that team?

Wasn't that great?

I never knew you guys like to do this stuff.

Neither did we.

Wha... oh!

Huh.

Awesome pass, Reg.

Remember Sam's asthma.

Don't worry. I'm all set for an emergency.

I wrote down every doctor and hospital number in Ocean Shores.

One goalie reporting for duty, sir.

Uh-um... we're not doing hockey, uh, Reggie.

Why don't you tell him what we're doing?

Yeah. You know, about the thing and the thingy...

Oh, right.

See, we, uh, just invented a new game, and i-it's called...

walkey instead of hockey.

Yeah, walkey, right.

It's pretty cool.

You walk the court instead of skate.

I'll show you.

See, see, walk this way, walkey, already.

...slow, got to go.

Well, you know me.

I'm up for anything.

Yeah, whoo-hoo-hoo!

Tear it up!

Cool, I'm totally up for a little boarding.

Whoo, man! I missed this.

Sure is better than the lame activities we have to do for Sam.

Yeah, and we don't have to worry about him getting sick.

Come on, guys, it's not fair.

I knew there's no such thing as walkey.

Besides, how can anyone who uses one of these be extreme anyway?

Hey, Squid.

Hey, guys.

Oh, man, how are we going to make up...?

Uh, guys, listen, I have some great news.

My dad called and asked me to help him

on a really rad computer project via e-mail,

and the thing is, it's going to take up a lot of time.

So I probably won't be able

to hang out with you guys for a while.

Well, that's awesome!

I... mean, foryou.

Yeah, awesome for you, totally.

Congratulations, Sammy.

Well, maybe I'll catch you guys at the Shack sometime.

Working guys got to eat.

Yeah, sure thing.

Yup, great.

For sure.

Okay, then. So... later.

Yup, yup, yup.

We are off the hook.

No more lame old games.

Won't be needing this anymore.

Guys, Sammy's going to be doing what he likes to do.

So, that's good, right?

Of course it's good.

It's all good!

Whoa!

That was, like, the best wave ever.

Totally, all the time.

Squid sure will love that one, even after he beefed

It's my favorite sh*t.

Get ready.

Yeah!

What are you doing?

I was trying to get the puck.

A goalie's job is to block the puck.

Well, I'm tired of being goalie.

All he does is guard the goal.

Duh! Come on.

Squid's not here, so we all got to take turns.

Whoo-hoo! Hold the applause,

but, yes, I think I broke my own record.

Too bad he can't shake it.

Sam has all that stuff on his computer.

Oh, yeah.

I miss the total lame squidness of Squid.

Me, too.

Well, we can go visit him, right?

Great idea. Even if he's swamped with his project,

I'm sure he won't mind.

[doorbell rings]

[gasps]

Hi, guys.

What are you doing here?

Uh, just wanted to check on our favorite Squid.

Thanks, but I'm really busy

whew, you know, my project and all.

Ooh, some project.

Skateboarding in the backyard all week.

Wish I could

get a project like that.

Okay, I made up the thing with my dad.

I didn't want you guys worrying about me being sick

and ruining your fun.

Well, we were kind of worried at first,

so we made up those stupid games.

But we miss you, and we want you to come back,

just like old times.

Yeah. We've got a hockey game with Lars later.

It's okay, guys.

Maybe it's for the best.

Any way you look at it,

I'm still the Squid with asthma.

But you've always had it.

Right. I always had, and I always will.

But, hey, I'll see you guys around, okay?

O-kay.

[laughing]

Whoo! Scored again.

Oh, what was that?

Another goal?

You ready to quit yet?

Losers!

[laughing]

Man, this is weak.

Oh, I thought you were hanging out with your little friends.

I was going to leave you this surprise on your dresser.

What is it?

It's a sports inhaler!

I mean, you're always doing one extreme sport or another.

This way, it's right there when you need it, and you won't lose it.

It's perfect for you, right?

Right.

Perfect for me.

[groans]

Did somebody say forfeit?

Not so fast!

Dude, I thought you weren't going to hang with us.

After you guys left, I realized something.

I've had asthma all my life.

I'm not going to let one stupid att*ck ruin everything.

Cool. Way to go, Sammy!Yeah!

Get ready to rock!

Hey, that was supposed to be my pass.

Look alive, lame-o!

What are you doing?

Wa-ha!

Ahh!

[groaning]

Yes!

Wh-aah!

Wha-hoa!

Way to go, Sammy! Yeah!

Yeah, whoo-hoo!

[wheezing]

Sammy, are you okay?

[gasping for air]

Just give me a sec.

[inhales sharply]

[exhales]

One Squid ready for action.

[chattering]

[rock music playing]

Otto:Nice moon, Squid!