01x11 - Cone in 60 Seconds

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Owen: (Cheering)

Today's the day.

Today's the day!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Yeah! (Landing thud)

- Dude, what's got your joy-meter in overdrive?

(Chuckles)

- It's my favorite season!

There's Halloween chocolate chocolate-season.

Hot chocolate chocolate-season.

Rabbit chocolate chocolate season.

And starting today...

it's chocolate ice cream truck chocolate-season!

(Guhhhh)

- Um. You do know that chocolate ice cream

is available all year.

- Aha! I'm not talking store ice cream.

I'm talking truck ice cream.

And I saved all year long!

- Okay, but why are you--

- (Whispers) Shhh. Listen!

It's happening.

It's really happening.

Here comes the ice cream truck!

All: (Gasp)

(Skateboard rattle, ice cream music plays)

- Everyone else just saw that, right?

- That was the th weirdest thing I have ever seen.

- Shhh. Listen! There it is again!

(Engine roars, ice cream music plays)

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(Hard thud)

- Ice creeeeeeeeeam!

Huh? Wha? (Gasps)

(Smashes, coins clink)

Owen: Nooooo!

- Kids, there's no other way to say this... we're broke.

We have no money. Zero.

We can only afford to feed one of you...

to the other. - (Gulp)

(Rumbling, coins clink)

It's a miracle, kids! We're saved!

(Slurping, burp)

- My ice cream money...

Macarthur: Ice cream! Ice cream!

(Slurps) Ah...

- I need that ice cream!

(Groans) - Ahhh!

- (Licking)

- Hey! No licking the truck.

(Nervous laugh)

- This is bad.

When Owen gets his mind set on eating a thing,

but doesn't get to...

he starts eating things that look like that thing.

Oh I gotta help him out before he sees my undershirt.

(Gasps)

(Heavenly music)

(Drooling)

- Owen, wait!

Ha ha ha. Hey, ice cream trucker.

Ha how long you parking here?

- 'Til : p.m. sharp.

Then I hit the park.

- You could score two bucks by then.

You mean if I can get two bucks by : p.m.,

you'll sell me an ice cream?

- Yeah, that's how money works.

- Oh you're on! Don't go anywhere!

- I won't! Until : p.m..

- Guys, guys! I need to borrow a few bucks!

I'm good for it! Pleeeease?!

Oh, come on, Gerald!

- Owen, if you wanna bring in the coin,

you need to start your own business.

- I've never had a business before.

I've been told to mind my own business,

but I think that's different.

Anything! I'll do anything!

One dollar each!

- Could you hide my pet?

He's outgrowing my lunch box.

(Ferocious roar)

- What is that?!

- It was my baloney sandwich.

But then I forgot to eat it,

and now I have a pet mold experiment.

- I'll give the little guy a good home.

- (Ferocious roar) - (Screams)

- Here's your dollar.

Henry and I had such wonderful times.

Henry's what I named him.

He loves helping me with my ninja training.

Oh... he has quite the sensitive side too--

- Bad sandwich! Bad sandwich!

- So you just want me to call Chef on the phone?

- (Snickers) Yep. Yep. That's it.

- (Hushed) This movie is terrifying!

- Hello... is someone there?

- No, no, no! Don't do it.

Don't go into the basement!

Gah! She's going downstairs!

Get outta there, lady! It's too quiet!

(Snaps fingers, phone beeps on)

(Phone rings, both scream)

- Ahhhhhhh!

- (Laughs) Did you see that?

That was awesome!

Here's a little something extra for you.

- But this is what you owed me.

- I know. I was planning to rip you off.

- Yes! Not ripped off!!

(Clock chimes and ticks)

Oh no! It's almost : p.m. and I'm a dollar short.

- Oh, Owen...

I have a job for you.

- Okaaay...

- Clean out my cubby...

no questions asked.

And I'll give you a full dollar.

Half now, and if you survive, half later.

- It's a deal!

Which ones yours?

(Nervous groans)

(Banging, low snarl) (Realizing) Oh.

- (Sly chuckle)

- (Groans)

(Bats screech, Owen screams)

No! No!

Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!

(Throwing grunt)

Bats? A snake!

Who brings a scorpion to school?

- Nice job. - Ahhhh!

- Here ya go. - (Gasps)

- Owen, look! You did it!

You have enough money to by all the ice cream in...

well... in a cone!

- Here I come, chocolate!

One chocolate ice cream please!

- Chocolate dip? - Duh?

- Nuts? - Some people think so.

- Sprinkles? - Always.

- Fudgy lump on top? - Of course!

All right, here ya go.

(Heavenly music)

(Saliva splats)

- Ooooooh. Sorry. It's : p.m..

I'm off to the park.

(Gear cranks, tires screech)

(Engine roars)

- Owen. Buddy. You okay?

- Oh... oh... wait....

(Landing thud)

Dohhhh...

- But you didn't get your ice cream.

You wanted it all day. Remember?

It was a big deal.

- It's fine! I don't need ice cream. It's fine.

I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'm fine.

- I'm so glad Owen's fine.

He is taking this really well.

- No, it's fine! It's fine.

Fiiiiiine. It's fine! Fine-fine-fine. Fine-fiiiine.

- Guys, we need to find that ice cream truck!

- Why? I don't want ice cream.

- Yeah me neither. - I'm good, but thanks, dude.

- Not for us! For Owen!

He worked so hard to earn that money.

Getting his truck ice cream is everything to him,

and I'm going to help him get some.

Will you help me?

All: Okay. - Whatever.

- Let's see, she said she was heading

all the way to the park. We have to cut her off.

- That's preposterous!

The truck has a massive head start!

- You guys get after it! I'll slow it down from here!

Huuuuuuuuu...

I can change traffic patterns with my mind.

Huuuuuuu... (Cars crash)

There. That was a big one.

(Sirens wail, alarm sounds)

- That was a coincidence, right?

- Right. - Right.

(Tires screech, cars crash)

(Honking)

- Grr. C'mon!

I've got ice cream to sell!

- And I've got ice cream to get.

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All: (Attack yell)

- (Gasp) Time to beat it.

(Tires screech, engine roars)

(Cars honking)

(Tires screech, engine roars)

- Time to lose them.

(Tires screech, engine roars)

(Tires screech, engine roars)

- Ahhhhhhhhhhh...

(Shrill scream) - (Baby cries)

(Tires squeal)

(Wheals squeak)

(Thud)

- Hiiiiiii!

- Hand over the ice cream,

and we can end this madness right here.

- Over my dead body!

(Tires screech, engine roars)

- Is it just me, or does it seem like that ice cream lady

does not want to sell ice cream?

- Seems like a really bad business model.

- Get her!

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- We'll never catch her!

- I know a shortcut!

All: (Cheer)

(Screaming)

(Engines roar)

All: (Screaming)

- We're ahead of her! Yassss!

- We just have to make a road block!

There! Nothing will get past this traffic jam!

Pretty realistic, don't you think?

Note the immaculate detailing on the detail--

(Engine roars)

Nooooooooooooooo!

- Do it again! Do it again! (Laughs)

I'm sorry we couldn't stop the ice cream truck, Owen.

- It's okay.

I guess I can go one whole day without chocolate.

(Engine roars) - Great.

I can still make it to the park by :.

Ahhhh!

(Skateboard rasps)

(Honks) Get out of the way, you crazy cat!

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Wait... no, no, no, no, no, no!

(Claws slice)

(Air sputters)

Owen: Ice cream lady!

- (Sigh) Guess I might as well make a sale.

What'll it be? - One chocolate ice cream cone,

dip, sprinkles, no nuts, fudgy lump on top!

(Pants) Please.

- Coming up.

(Excited groans)

(Happy gasp) All: (Cheer)

- I did it, Noah. I finally did it.

And it was thanks to you, my friends.

- Awww. We were happy to help, buddy.

(Light tap) - (Gasps)

(Splats)

- I'm outta here.

(Engine starts, rumbles)

- Meh. Five second rule.

(Slurping)

Mmmm. Street cone. Heh heh.