01x18 - Faking the Grade/The Colony
Posted: 10/23/23 06:27
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
♪ One, two, three! ♪
[Kirbie]
Hmm... This looks hard.
[Burt] All you gotta to do
is take the chalk
and get it up
Herby's nose.
What's this game
called, again?
Chalk up the nose.
It's more of an
art than a game.
Sure, Burt.
Very sophisticated.
Blindfold on.
Herby, no moving.
Those are the rules.
Here goes...
Nope.
[laugh]
Ow!
[gag]
So close!
[laugh]
You lose!
Someone's gotta chalk that nose!
It's just so smug.
Now let the master
show you how it's done.
I've never missed a nose.
♪ [dramatic chords] ♪
Bring it on.
[exaggerated
martial arts-style grunting]
Hey, you're moving!
Who, me?
No way!
[Herby yelping and shouting,
Burt grunting]
[bell ring]
Ha!
Saved by the bell.
[Burt]
Waaah!
Boom!
Nothin' but nose!
Nice one, buddy.
Good morning, class.
My cat ate today's test,
so we're going to...
Whoaaaahhhh!
Who did this?!
[anxious panting]
I can't lie!
It was us.
[sigh]
It was me.
I'll erase it.
Nooo!!
Not until I check your work!
Square roots...
boxy.
Decimals...
pointed.
Hypotenuses...
hypnotized!
-Do you know what this means?!
-Uh, detention?
No!
You've solved
the Infinity Equation!
The brainiest brains
in the galaxy
have been trying to
solve it forever!
-Boor-ing!
-What's it do?
The equation is
so complicated
that nobody knows
what it does--
Except one thing...
It proves you're
the smartest being alive!
[fart]
[gasp]
I knew it!
...and simply by gracing our
average minds with his presence,
this titan of knowledge,
this genius,
has brought prestige
to our Academy.
[growl]
There's no way
he solved that equation.
What's five plus five?
Easy.
It's two fives.
Now, now.
Don't insult his intelligence
with simple questions.
But he is clearly...
No buts.
But I have so many buts!
[Skillsworthy] Colonel Cork,
you're being disruptive.
But with a ceremony like this,
maybe it wasn't a fluke.
His mind is pretty unique.
I mean,
look at him go.
He's picking his nose and
his ear at the same time!
Wow-- He deserves a prize
for that alone.
[gasp]
Is there a prize?!
Wha? Oh...
[chuckle] Of course.
Burt, I hereby award you
the Genius Pass!
[audience gasps]
It gives you a rank
juuust above colonel.
[Col. Cork growls,
audience applauds]
-Who's this for?
-[chuckle]
-Go Burt!
-That's our genius!
[machine belches]
Ugh.
-Take what ya get.
-[growl]
Um, I'll take one pizza...
-[indecipherable whisper]
-With marshmallows...
-[whisper]
-Chocolate chips...
-[whispers]
-...and bubble gum!
Yeah, and I want a new job.
Why would I make you this?
Oh, because it's brain food...
...And this.
Yes, sir!
Right away sir!
Wrong... Wrong... Wrong...
You'll need to
do this test over.
You graded my test?
You're supposed
to take the test,
and then I grade it!
[groan]
Attennn-tion!
Today we engage in
the game of soccer...
Ugh.
....or as it's now called,
"soccerblammo."
[beeping sound from ball]
[expl*si*n]
♪ ['s-style funk] ♪
♪ ['s-style funk] ♪
Whoa, check it out!
Yes, adore me.
Ador--
[Donnettes gasp]
Oh, come on!
If he's so smart,
why's he still a cadet
and not a teacher, huh?
Good news, Burt!
I found you a
teaching position.
[growl]
We had to lose a professor,
but a brain like yours
deserves its own class.
Discovering a genius was
the dumbest thing I ever did.
Burt, you're not actually going
to let this happen, are you?
Hey, it's not my fault
he's not a full-throttle
brain ninja like me.
But Burt,
what would you even teach?
In Applied Chalk Up the Nose,
the important thing
is to BE the chalk.
Ow!
It's not working!
Well, you're not geniuses yet.
Smart harder!
[scream]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪]
Poor Mybad.
I want to support Burt,
but this feels wrong.
I don't care how much
my game's improved.
Relax...
[sneeze]
This is gonna be great.
Our best buddy's
the teacher!
Hey, Burt, mind if we
hit the snack machine?
If I let you hit
the snack machine,
I'd have to let
everybody.
[stomach growls]
Ah, I have an idea.
Let's get snacks!
[busy crowd chatter]
Empty?
No way!!
[chomp]
Gotta think fast.
Here, Herby--
if you're hungry,
I have a sandwich
in my locker.
-[Burt] You mean this one?
-How did you get that?
New open locker policy thingy.
You never know when a genius
is gonna need a pencil,
or a backpack,
or fresh underwear,
or... a sandwich!
But that's stealing.
Fact--
Geniuses never steal.
Just ask science!
Uh, y'know, Burt,
you're not the smartest
at everything.
Yeah?
What are you smarter at?
Uh, hello!
I beat you at Hide and
Not Be Found all the time--
AND I've got the trophies
to prove it... [smooch]
Huh.
You're right.
You're taking my trophies!?!
Burt, why are you doing this?
Well, because he
must've been cheating.
How else could he
beat a genius?
Here's something
to think about...
-There's our genius!
-[amigos] Huh?
We're in danger!!
There's an asteroid headed
straight for the Academy...
[various voices]
It's an asteroid! [screaming]
...and we need a genius
to save us!
What's the plan,
smart guy?
Uhhh, sure.
Um...
Call the, uh,
Asteroid Stopping Team...?
I fired
the asteroid crisis team
the second we discovered
your genius.
What about the weekend guys?
All gone because of you.
Our lives are in
the hands of your brain.
[sound of Burt peeing himself]
Seriously-- It's like someone
drew a face on a potato.
[♪♪♪]
Fire every expl*sive we've got!
All we have left are these
two rocket launchers.
What?!
How is that possible?
"By the order of Burt's genius,
all other rockets
shall be converted to...
toenail clippers?!"
What?
Hygiene's important.
Okay, time to get fancy...
Release the giant
catcher's mitt!
[♪♪♪]
[clang]
Well, I guess it just
wasn't giant enough.
We made it exactly
to your specifications!
Fine.
Send the slingshot ships!
[♪♪♪]
Well, that should do it.
Can we leave now?
Those elastic bands have
tied up all our escape pods!
We're trapped!
Um, not to question
your genius...
but why are we
still in danger?!
It's all part of my plan?
-Is it, Burt?
-Is it?
Aww, I can't take it!
I'm sorry.
I never figured out
that equation at all.
It was just blind luck.
He was literally
wearing a blindfold.
We're all dooooomed!
Hm.
I see...
[groaning and fainting]
Well, we've still got
a few seconds to spare.
What do ya say, bud?
Care for one last game of
Chalk Up the Old Nose?
[gasp]
That's it!
This is a waste of time!
Put down the pea sh**t, son.
You'll only make it mad!
I may not be a genius,
but I can get a chalk up
any nose I please... [smooch]
...Even when that chalk
is expl*sives.
If anyone can get rockets
up an asteroid's nose,
it's Burt.
Go Burt, go!
Kirbie...
Blindfold me.
Have you lost your mind?!
[♪♪♪]
Be the chalk...
[♪♪♪]
[beep]
[all gasp]
-Yeah! We love you!
-You did it!
-Way to go, Burt!
-Way to go, Burt!
Hey, maybe you're
a genius after all.
Five plus five...
What is it?
Uhhhhhhh...
I'll take that.
[cheering]
[giggles]
[growls]
♪ [sinister music] ♪
♪ [sinister music] ♪
[all scream]
[battle cries]
[narrator]
This is a story
about the Three Amigonauts.
And in order to understand
where we are,
we must first understand
where we've been.
[tape rewind sound]
[static]
How it all started.
[alarm bells]
[alarm bells]
[grunting]
[computer]
Caution. Caution.
Ahh!
Where's the autopilot?
There is no autopilot!
[gasps]
Uhh, give me a heads up
the next time we're
gonna hit turbulence.
[gasps]
[all scream]
[narrator]
A simple mission:
learn to fly a ship
built before autopilot
or other such
safety features existed.
[alarm bells]
[engine stalls]
The mission
was a failure
and their ship
crash landed
on an undiscovered planet.
[coughs and moans]
What kind of dum-dum
builds a ship
that you have to
pilot yourself?
[grunts]
We were so far off course.
[gasp]
This planet's deserted?
Come on, guys.
We have to stay positive.
[engine revs]
[egg timer dings]
[expl*si*n]
They'll never find us.
[Herby]
Hey guys, come check this out!
This ain't no
deserted planet...
it's a dessert-ed planet!
Oooh!
Is this a river
of chocolate sauce?
[♪♪♪]
[all cheer]
[laughs]
Is this what
I think it is?
[munches]
It's cake!
[giggles]
[Burt screams]
Brain freeze!
[narrator] No longer
worried about surviving,
the Amigonauts
began to enjoy
their new home.
Who would've thought
a crash landing
could be so delicious?
It's like living
in a sundae.
I hope we never
get rescued!
Well, if this is gonna be
our new home
we need to make
a place to sleep.
[narrator]
The Amigonauts worked tirelessly
to build a home.
On the surface,
life together would be
the same as it always was.
[both grunting]
However,
living in the wild
without the rules
and structure of the Academy,
the Amigonauts'
selfish sides
began to rear
their ugly,
caramel coated heads.
Phew.
Lotta hard work you guys,
but we pulled it off.
[chuckle]
Pretty sweet.
Not a minute
too soon,
I'm wiped.
Someone, please,
carry me to beds.
[snoring]
Hey, don't crash yet.
You still have to
build your places.
Ha. Funny.
See you in the morning.
Hey!
Huh?
Wait, Kirb.
This is my bachelor pad.
That's why there's
only one bedroom.
Wait, what?
We put five
rooms in there!
Ya, four back ups
and one bedroom.
That's what makes it
a bachelor pad silly.
Wha?
Why are we all out here
and I am not in bed?
Herby thinks that
this house is his,
not ours.
But- But-
I don't like that.
As our leader I'm going to be
under a lot of pressure.
I need that space
to think
and make all
of our decisions.
[narrator]
It's at this point
things went awry.
I can make
my own decisions.
And you don't get
five rooms worth of storage
for your random thoughts
of thinking!
In fact, I have many
thoughts of my own!
[stuttering]
Don't say something
you can't take back.
If you're really keeping
this house to yourself,
then you-
Stop...
Are not our leader!
[gasps]
How dare you.
Get off
my property!
Hmph, My Chi
is totally messed now.
Come on, Burt.
Let's go somewhere
we don't have to deal
with selfish meanies
who chase their best friends
off their properties.
This is getting
ridiculous!
[narrator] Exiled from the home
they actually built,
Kirbie and Burt push on
and construct
a new home of their own.
Phew.
I'm beat.
I need to go find
my happy place.
[exhausted sigh]
Me too.
You can have first choice.
Pick your bedroom.
Aw, thanks.
I'll take the room
next to the Yoga studio.
Uh, you mean
my expl*si*n lab?
No, two bedrooms
and a yoga studio for me.
We agreed.
No we didn't.
Besides, you fart so hard
every time you do yoga!
I won't be able
to breathe.
I can't keep
them inside Burt.
It's all part of me
blowing off steam!
And I'm tired of
your selfishness!
You are just like Herby!
[narrator] And so, wondering
how it all came to this,
Burt used the little
energy he had left
to build a home
of his own
and scoop himself
to sleep.
[screams]
[munches]
[snores]
By letting their inner wants...
[throat clear]
By letting their inner wants
get the best of them...
in an instant,
the Amigonauts
became Amigos-not.
Think about it.
Days turned to weeks
as our three
former friends
tried to enjoy
their individual kingdoms
whilst ignoring
the wedge
that had grown
between them.
Herby used his rooms
to do all of his,
um, thinking.
[sighs]
Kirbie did hours of yoga.
[knock on door]
[gasps]
[gasps]
[knocks]
And Burt
spent his days
the way
only Burt could.
Building snow friends
out of ice cream
and then stealing
bites from them.
What a great day
I'm having.
[happy sigh]
Couldn't possibly be
better than mine.
You guys are having fun?
Wait. Burt?
Aren't you with Kirbie?
No.
She stole my boom room
and turned it
into a bum room!
I can't
keep them inside!
They belong
to the wilderness.
Hey, Herby,
I've got something for you.
Yeah?
What is it?
[farts]
[both laugh]
Okay.
I'm calling a meeting!
You don't get
to tell us what to do.
Remember?
May we please
have a meeting?
Pretty please?
With a cherry on top?
I like cherries.
Okay, fine.
Guys, this is
all my fault.
I shouldn't have kept
that house for myself.
And I could've
just used my bedroom
for yoga and butt coughs.
And I shouldn't have
done nothing wrong.
But I did -
I did do nothing wrong.
[sobs]
Aw, okay well, why don't
you guys grab your stuff
and come stay at my place.
I'll clear out
some things--
Ah, don't be nuts.
Come stay with me!
I've got more
than enough room.
But I have so many rooms.
But my place's vibe
is amazing.
Mine is cold,
but I built a huge fire
to keep us warm,
and then we'll-
Ahh!
My mansion!
You never should have
thrown Burt out.
Wait, what?
You threw both of us out!
You said I wasn't
our leader!
You're not!
Well, I have
the biggest house!
Hah!
Well, I have the better view!
My house is
a gooey puddle.
Stay outta this!
Aww, no one's
being very nice here.
You want to see
not nice,
I'll show you
not nice!
No!
I'll show you not nice!
[sighs]
Somebody's gotta
put an end to this.
[distant eagle screech]
♪ [sinister music] ♪
[all]
Ready.
Set.
w*r!
[battle cry]
[battle cries]
[narrator]
Now you know how we got here,
but the epic battle
that follows
is nothing short of...
Nothing.
They knocked
each other out.
But, what's this?
Moments after
all looked lost,
a friend from the sky
shone a light
with a different view.
Woody?
[horn honks]
[all cheer]
The end.
[growls]
So did you,
or did you not,
successfully
pilot the ship?
Oh, no
we crashed that thing
five minutes
after we left.
Didn't you
watch the movie?
That's an F!
What?
Come on.
We don't get extra credit
for hiring a narrator?
And they didn't.
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
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Three!
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Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
♪ One, two, three! ♪
[Kirbie]
Hmm... This looks hard.
[Burt] All you gotta to do
is take the chalk
and get it up
Herby's nose.
What's this game
called, again?
Chalk up the nose.
It's more of an
art than a game.
Sure, Burt.
Very sophisticated.
Blindfold on.
Herby, no moving.
Those are the rules.
Here goes...
Nope.
[laugh]
Ow!
[gag]
So close!
[laugh]
You lose!
Someone's gotta chalk that nose!
It's just so smug.
Now let the master
show you how it's done.
I've never missed a nose.
♪ [dramatic chords] ♪
Bring it on.
[exaggerated
martial arts-style grunting]
Hey, you're moving!
Who, me?
No way!
[Herby yelping and shouting,
Burt grunting]
[bell ring]
Ha!
Saved by the bell.
[Burt]
Waaah!
Boom!
Nothin' but nose!
Nice one, buddy.
Good morning, class.
My cat ate today's test,
so we're going to...
Whoaaaahhhh!
Who did this?!
[anxious panting]
I can't lie!
It was us.
[sigh]
It was me.
I'll erase it.
Nooo!!
Not until I check your work!
Square roots...
boxy.
Decimals...
pointed.
Hypotenuses...
hypnotized!
-Do you know what this means?!
-Uh, detention?
No!
You've solved
the Infinity Equation!
The brainiest brains
in the galaxy
have been trying to
solve it forever!
-Boor-ing!
-What's it do?
The equation is
so complicated
that nobody knows
what it does--
Except one thing...
It proves you're
the smartest being alive!
[fart]
[gasp]
I knew it!
...and simply by gracing our
average minds with his presence,
this titan of knowledge,
this genius,
has brought prestige
to our Academy.
[growl]
There's no way
he solved that equation.
What's five plus five?
Easy.
It's two fives.
Now, now.
Don't insult his intelligence
with simple questions.
But he is clearly...
No buts.
But I have so many buts!
[Skillsworthy] Colonel Cork,
you're being disruptive.
But with a ceremony like this,
maybe it wasn't a fluke.
His mind is pretty unique.
I mean,
look at him go.
He's picking his nose and
his ear at the same time!
Wow-- He deserves a prize
for that alone.
[gasp]
Is there a prize?!
Wha? Oh...
[chuckle] Of course.
Burt, I hereby award you
the Genius Pass!
[audience gasps]
It gives you a rank
juuust above colonel.
[Col. Cork growls,
audience applauds]
-Who's this for?
-[chuckle]
-Go Burt!
-That's our genius!
[machine belches]
Ugh.
-Take what ya get.
-[growl]
Um, I'll take one pizza...
-[indecipherable whisper]
-With marshmallows...
-[whisper]
-Chocolate chips...
-[whispers]
-...and bubble gum!
Yeah, and I want a new job.
Why would I make you this?
Oh, because it's brain food...
...And this.
Yes, sir!
Right away sir!
Wrong... Wrong... Wrong...
You'll need to
do this test over.
You graded my test?
You're supposed
to take the test,
and then I grade it!
[groan]
Attennn-tion!
Today we engage in
the game of soccer...
Ugh.
....or as it's now called,
"soccerblammo."
[beeping sound from ball]
[expl*si*n]
♪ ['s-style funk] ♪
♪ ['s-style funk] ♪
Whoa, check it out!
Yes, adore me.
Ador--
[Donnettes gasp]
Oh, come on!
If he's so smart,
why's he still a cadet
and not a teacher, huh?
Good news, Burt!
I found you a
teaching position.
[growl]
We had to lose a professor,
but a brain like yours
deserves its own class.
Discovering a genius was
the dumbest thing I ever did.
Burt, you're not actually going
to let this happen, are you?
Hey, it's not my fault
he's not a full-throttle
brain ninja like me.
But Burt,
what would you even teach?
In Applied Chalk Up the Nose,
the important thing
is to BE the chalk.
Ow!
It's not working!
Well, you're not geniuses yet.
Smart harder!
[scream]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪]
Poor Mybad.
I want to support Burt,
but this feels wrong.
I don't care how much
my game's improved.
Relax...
[sneeze]
This is gonna be great.
Our best buddy's
the teacher!
Hey, Burt, mind if we
hit the snack machine?
If I let you hit
the snack machine,
I'd have to let
everybody.
[stomach growls]
Ah, I have an idea.
Let's get snacks!
[busy crowd chatter]
Empty?
No way!!
[chomp]
Gotta think fast.
Here, Herby--
if you're hungry,
I have a sandwich
in my locker.
-[Burt] You mean this one?
-How did you get that?
New open locker policy thingy.
You never know when a genius
is gonna need a pencil,
or a backpack,
or fresh underwear,
or... a sandwich!
But that's stealing.
Fact--
Geniuses never steal.
Just ask science!
Uh, y'know, Burt,
you're not the smartest
at everything.
Yeah?
What are you smarter at?
Uh, hello!
I beat you at Hide and
Not Be Found all the time--
AND I've got the trophies
to prove it... [smooch]
Huh.
You're right.
You're taking my trophies!?!
Burt, why are you doing this?
Well, because he
must've been cheating.
How else could he
beat a genius?
Here's something
to think about...
-There's our genius!
-[amigos] Huh?
We're in danger!!
There's an asteroid headed
straight for the Academy...
[various voices]
It's an asteroid! [screaming]
...and we need a genius
to save us!
What's the plan,
smart guy?
Uhhh, sure.
Um...
Call the, uh,
Asteroid Stopping Team...?
I fired
the asteroid crisis team
the second we discovered
your genius.
What about the weekend guys?
All gone because of you.
Our lives are in
the hands of your brain.
[sound of Burt peeing himself]
Seriously-- It's like someone
drew a face on a potato.
[♪♪♪]
Fire every expl*sive we've got!
All we have left are these
two rocket launchers.
What?!
How is that possible?
"By the order of Burt's genius,
all other rockets
shall be converted to...
toenail clippers?!"
What?
Hygiene's important.
Okay, time to get fancy...
Release the giant
catcher's mitt!
[♪♪♪]
[clang]
Well, I guess it just
wasn't giant enough.
We made it exactly
to your specifications!
Fine.
Send the slingshot ships!
[♪♪♪]
Well, that should do it.
Can we leave now?
Those elastic bands have
tied up all our escape pods!
We're trapped!
Um, not to question
your genius...
but why are we
still in danger?!
It's all part of my plan?
-Is it, Burt?
-Is it?
Aww, I can't take it!
I'm sorry.
I never figured out
that equation at all.
It was just blind luck.
He was literally
wearing a blindfold.
We're all dooooomed!
Hm.
I see...
[groaning and fainting]
Well, we've still got
a few seconds to spare.
What do ya say, bud?
Care for one last game of
Chalk Up the Old Nose?
[gasp]
That's it!
This is a waste of time!
Put down the pea sh**t, son.
You'll only make it mad!
I may not be a genius,
but I can get a chalk up
any nose I please... [smooch]
...Even when that chalk
is expl*sives.
If anyone can get rockets
up an asteroid's nose,
it's Burt.
Go Burt, go!
Kirbie...
Blindfold me.
Have you lost your mind?!
[♪♪♪]
Be the chalk...
[♪♪♪]
[beep]
[all gasp]
-Yeah! We love you!
-You did it!
-Way to go, Burt!
-Way to go, Burt!
Hey, maybe you're
a genius after all.
Five plus five...
What is it?
Uhhhhhhh...
I'll take that.
[cheering]
[giggles]
[growls]
♪ [sinister music] ♪
♪ [sinister music] ♪
[all scream]
[battle cries]
[narrator]
This is a story
about the Three Amigonauts.
And in order to understand
where we are,
we must first understand
where we've been.
[tape rewind sound]
[static]
How it all started.
[alarm bells]
[alarm bells]
[grunting]
[computer]
Caution. Caution.
Ahh!
Where's the autopilot?
There is no autopilot!
[gasps]
Uhh, give me a heads up
the next time we're
gonna hit turbulence.
[gasps]
[all scream]
[narrator]
A simple mission:
learn to fly a ship
built before autopilot
or other such
safety features existed.
[alarm bells]
[engine stalls]
The mission
was a failure
and their ship
crash landed
on an undiscovered planet.
[coughs and moans]
What kind of dum-dum
builds a ship
that you have to
pilot yourself?
[grunts]
We were so far off course.
[gasp]
This planet's deserted?
Come on, guys.
We have to stay positive.
[engine revs]
[egg timer dings]
[expl*si*n]
They'll never find us.
[Herby]
Hey guys, come check this out!
This ain't no
deserted planet...
it's a dessert-ed planet!
Oooh!
Is this a river
of chocolate sauce?
[♪♪♪]
[all cheer]
[laughs]
Is this what
I think it is?
[munches]
It's cake!
[giggles]
[Burt screams]
Brain freeze!
[narrator] No longer
worried about surviving,
the Amigonauts
began to enjoy
their new home.
Who would've thought
a crash landing
could be so delicious?
It's like living
in a sundae.
I hope we never
get rescued!
Well, if this is gonna be
our new home
we need to make
a place to sleep.
[narrator]
The Amigonauts worked tirelessly
to build a home.
On the surface,
life together would be
the same as it always was.
[both grunting]
However,
living in the wild
without the rules
and structure of the Academy,
the Amigonauts'
selfish sides
began to rear
their ugly,
caramel coated heads.
Phew.
Lotta hard work you guys,
but we pulled it off.
[chuckle]
Pretty sweet.
Not a minute
too soon,
I'm wiped.
Someone, please,
carry me to beds.
[snoring]
Hey, don't crash yet.
You still have to
build your places.
Ha. Funny.
See you in the morning.
Hey!
Huh?
Wait, Kirb.
This is my bachelor pad.
That's why there's
only one bedroom.
Wait, what?
We put five
rooms in there!
Ya, four back ups
and one bedroom.
That's what makes it
a bachelor pad silly.
Wha?
Why are we all out here
and I am not in bed?
Herby thinks that
this house is his,
not ours.
But- But-
I don't like that.
As our leader I'm going to be
under a lot of pressure.
I need that space
to think
and make all
of our decisions.
[narrator]
It's at this point
things went awry.
I can make
my own decisions.
And you don't get
five rooms worth of storage
for your random thoughts
of thinking!
In fact, I have many
thoughts of my own!
[stuttering]
Don't say something
you can't take back.
If you're really keeping
this house to yourself,
then you-
Stop...
Are not our leader!
[gasps]
How dare you.
Get off
my property!
Hmph, My Chi
is totally messed now.
Come on, Burt.
Let's go somewhere
we don't have to deal
with selfish meanies
who chase their best friends
off their properties.
This is getting
ridiculous!
[narrator] Exiled from the home
they actually built,
Kirbie and Burt push on
and construct
a new home of their own.
Phew.
I'm beat.
I need to go find
my happy place.
[exhausted sigh]
Me too.
You can have first choice.
Pick your bedroom.
Aw, thanks.
I'll take the room
next to the Yoga studio.
Uh, you mean
my expl*si*n lab?
No, two bedrooms
and a yoga studio for me.
We agreed.
No we didn't.
Besides, you fart so hard
every time you do yoga!
I won't be able
to breathe.
I can't keep
them inside Burt.
It's all part of me
blowing off steam!
And I'm tired of
your selfishness!
You are just like Herby!
[narrator] And so, wondering
how it all came to this,
Burt used the little
energy he had left
to build a home
of his own
and scoop himself
to sleep.
[screams]
[munches]
[snores]
By letting their inner wants...
[throat clear]
By letting their inner wants
get the best of them...
in an instant,
the Amigonauts
became Amigos-not.
Think about it.
Days turned to weeks
as our three
former friends
tried to enjoy
their individual kingdoms
whilst ignoring
the wedge
that had grown
between them.
Herby used his rooms
to do all of his,
um, thinking.
[sighs]
Kirbie did hours of yoga.
[knock on door]
[gasps]
[gasps]
[knocks]
And Burt
spent his days
the way
only Burt could.
Building snow friends
out of ice cream
and then stealing
bites from them.
What a great day
I'm having.
[happy sigh]
Couldn't possibly be
better than mine.
You guys are having fun?
Wait. Burt?
Aren't you with Kirbie?
No.
She stole my boom room
and turned it
into a bum room!
I can't
keep them inside!
They belong
to the wilderness.
Hey, Herby,
I've got something for you.
Yeah?
What is it?
[farts]
[both laugh]
Okay.
I'm calling a meeting!
You don't get
to tell us what to do.
Remember?
May we please
have a meeting?
Pretty please?
With a cherry on top?
I like cherries.
Okay, fine.
Guys, this is
all my fault.
I shouldn't have kept
that house for myself.
And I could've
just used my bedroom
for yoga and butt coughs.
And I shouldn't have
done nothing wrong.
But I did -
I did do nothing wrong.
[sobs]
Aw, okay well, why don't
you guys grab your stuff
and come stay at my place.
I'll clear out
some things--
Ah, don't be nuts.
Come stay with me!
I've got more
than enough room.
But I have so many rooms.
But my place's vibe
is amazing.
Mine is cold,
but I built a huge fire
to keep us warm,
and then we'll-
Ahh!
My mansion!
You never should have
thrown Burt out.
Wait, what?
You threw both of us out!
You said I wasn't
our leader!
You're not!
Well, I have
the biggest house!
Hah!
Well, I have the better view!
My house is
a gooey puddle.
Stay outta this!
Aww, no one's
being very nice here.
You want to see
not nice,
I'll show you
not nice!
No!
I'll show you not nice!
[sighs]
Somebody's gotta
put an end to this.
[distant eagle screech]
♪ [sinister music] ♪
[all]
Ready.
Set.
w*r!
[battle cry]
[battle cries]
[narrator]
Now you know how we got here,
but the epic battle
that follows
is nothing short of...
Nothing.
They knocked
each other out.
But, what's this?
Moments after
all looked lost,
a friend from the sky
shone a light
with a different view.
Woody?
[horn honks]
[all cheer]
The end.
[growls]
So did you,
or did you not,
successfully
pilot the ship?
Oh, no
we crashed that thing
five minutes
after we left.
Didn't you
watch the movie?
That's an F!
What?
Come on.
We don't get extra credit
for hiring a narrator?
And they didn't.
Three!
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Three!