05x04 - Scent of a Dragon

[bunniefuu]

- Jun, don't eat so fast.
You have teeth for a reason.

- I wanna get to Dragon Club. I'm late.

- You focus too much time
on this silly fantasy game.

- It's not a fantasy game.

- Oh, then what is it? Do tell.

- You're right.
It's just a silly fantasy game.

- Yes, and fantasy games
are for little kids.

Here ya go, Genie.
PB&J with the crusts cut off.

I'm off to work.

- Thank you, Mommy.

- You still don't eat the crust?

- If the crust was good,
they'd make the whole sandwich out of it.

- You have to stop letting her baby you.

It's embarrassing.

- Who you callin' a baby?
Ah! This jelly's kinda spicy.

Okay. Do babies have pythons like these?

Or wear Arctic Chill Max Body Spray?

Oh yeah.

- That stuff is rank!

- If by rank you mean leathery
and masculine, then yes, yes it is.

Take a good whiff.

Boom roasted!

- Where are Jun and Eugene?

- I told them where we were headed.

They're runnin' late.

Somethin' about a peanut butter
and jelly flex-off?

That must be it.

- Shouldn't we move a little closer?

- Not a good idea.

The book says that this dragon
has highly acute senses.

- There it is!

It's moving into the clearing.

Almost.

Almost.

Well, it's not my fault I'm perfect.

- Nothing's your fault, Eugene!

- Shh! Keep it down!

- What? Why? What did we miss?

- Ugh! Great. Lost it.

- What was it?

- Been tracking this dragon
called a Snifflehide.

And then.

- We would've been on time,
but he took forever to eat his lunch

because my mom had to cut
the crusts off his sandwich.

- My mom wants to.

If someone's gonna do something for me,

I let them.

What's wrong with that?
It's called being considerate.

- What is that smell?
- Some sort of man-musk.

- I'm surprised he didn't have
Mom chew it for him, too.

- That's dumb.
Wait, you think she would?

And anyway, you're the one
who almost told her the secret.

- I didn't almost
tell her the secret.

But why can't I tell her, Tom?
Your mom knows.

- Yeah, I'd love to finally stop lying
by omission to my parents, too.

- And my moms could be
reunited with Glowmer,

their favorite Fireworm.

- No, guys, we just can't.

Remember, I didn't tell my mom.
She found out by accident.

And she promised to keep the secret.
- For now.

- We can't let anyone else know.

Without the secret,
all dragons are in danger.

- It's the Snifflehide!
- But it sounds upset? Come on!

- You sure your mom's
gonna keep the secret?

- Of course, I'm sure... Pretty sure.

Hopefully.

- Oh, sorry, Carla.

Just a little distracted today.

- Olivia, you can't fool me.

If something's bothering you,
you can talk to me about it.

- Have you ever
had to keep a secret,

but the weight of it felt so heavy,
you just wanted to confide in someone?

- Ah, well, you've come
to the right woman.

I've never known a secret I didn't keep.

Now you just sit down
right here and let it all out.

- Two days ago,

I found out--
Carla!

So, I shouldn't say anything
because they asked me to keep it a secret,

but Linda just told me
that she and Murray,

the night watch guard, are dating!
- I knew it!

- You did? How?

- Well, Murray told me
that he had a crush on Linda,

so I told Linda
so Linda would ask him out.

Ooh, you are bad.

Olivia, you didn't hear any of this.

- My lips are sealed.

- Wait, wait.

What were you gonna tell me?

- You know what?

I totally forgot what I was gonna say.

- Look at the colors on you.

You are gonna make an exquisite tapestry.

You know, a tapestry!

A vibrant fabric
so decorative and versatile

that when hung on a wall
or used as a throw,

it transforms any room into a sanctuary.

- Buzzsaw's got the Snifflehide.
- We have to do something.

- You ready, pal?

- And with what's left over with you,

maybe I'll make a cape.

To denote my importance and stature
in the underground dragon market.

- There's a dragon market?
- Not yet.

But just you wait.
Rich people love exotic animals.

For pets, or using their skins as fashion,

or eating scrambled
dragon eggs as a delicacy.

Let 'em go, Buzzsaw!

- I was hoping something
had swallowed you by now.

You two! Get them!

- How?

- I don't care. They're kids!
You're two grown adults!

- Don't move.

Cut the Snifflehide loose.

- She'll get through this in a sec.

- Don't worry, Sniffleface!

I'll get ya out in a jiff!

Wow. Really on there, huh?
Uh, I could use a little help!

- What else is new?

- Oh, sorry, I'm not Miss

"I'm so take-charge
and capable of everything myself."

- Oh, you're definitely not.
- Wait.

- Mom makes sure of that.
- Mom understands my needs.

- You need to move
to the other side of the planet.

- Look out!

- Now don't move!

Or your friend here--

or your friend--

Oh, what is that smell?

Ugh! It smells like
a polar bear's armpit.

- Oh, you must mean
my Arctic Chill Max Body Spray.

- I think it smells nice.
- Oh, yeah, that's, uh-- it's musky.

- Now, you're all gonna back off
and let us take this dragon

or else this smelly kid
gets a close shave.

Whoa! Hey, hey!

Calm down!

You messed with
the wrong lumberjack, dragon.

- Yeah! That's right!

Next time, think twice
before messin' with this guy!

Ha ha! Ya see, Jun Bug?

Dragons protect alphas and stuff,

so this dragon--

Hey, guys! She's carrying me to my death!

- Let him go!

- Webmaster! Wait up!

- Hurry! Before it gets away!

- Let me go! Ahh!

No, wait! Don't!
Uh, just put me down, okay?

Uh, put me down softly?!

Eugene!

- Anybody got a visual on 'em?
- Mm, nothing.

- That dragon blends in with the trees.

- We don't need a visual.
Plowhorn can track his scent.

- With that body spray,
we probably all can.

- She's got something!

This way, c'mon!

- You okay?

- I just feel bad.

If I wasn't teasing Eugene,

you guys wouldn't have been distracted
and he wouldn't have been taken.

- Don't worry. We'll find him.

In the meantime,
Eugene can take care of himself.

- Wasn't Jun's gripe that he
literally can't take care of himself?

- Come on, come on, Tom, pick up.

Hey, it's Tom! Leave it!

- Boyo,

we need to talk about this secret.

I just-- I don't know
if it's right for me to keep--

- Hey, Dr. K... Oh. You okay?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

- Oh!
It's... this alarm. Is that new?

- Oh yeah. It's designed to differentiate

between a human intruder
and an animal intruder.

- Why do we need special sirens
for non-human things?

- Well, I don't wanna alarm you,

but we're pretty far out
in the wilderness.

No tellin' what kind
of dangerous creatures

might come outta the forest
lookin' for food.

Know what I mean?
- Mm-hm.

- And we got kids to protect.

We wanna know they're
safe at all times, right?

- Right. Good point.

Well, I better head back to the lab.

- Sure thing. Have you seen D'Angelo?

Is he with Tom?

- I... haven't seen him today.

- If you do, let me know.

I'm sure they're all fine.

- Okay,
is everything there? Okay.

Okay, Eugene. Stay calm. Breathe.

You just gotta get outta here
and not be this dragon's lunch.

Whoa! Ah! Hey there, buddy.

Let's all stay calm, all right?
We're pals, right?

Uh, first things first,

I taste really bad. I mean, like, r--

Ack!

Uh, I taste like rotten fish.

I forgot dragons like fish.

Did I say rotten fish?
I meant I taste like, uh, uh, tomatoes!

What are you--

Oh no! You're making me into a salad?

Ah, uh, did I say tomatoes?
I meant I taste like--

No, no! Please, please, please!
Stop, stop, stop, stop!

I got eyes on him. He's in trouble.

It's... burying him in leaves?

- Is it eating him?
- No, it's... licking him.

- Could be softening him up,
like a tongue tenderizer.

- I don't think so.

According to the book,
Snifflehides aren't meat eaters.

- Oh, that's good.
Then why did it take him?

- Not sure. Apparently, Snifflehides
aren't normally aggressive either.

But the book says
they do have bad eyesight.

- Maybe it evolved to be a meat eater
since the book was written.

- I don't know. Something's not adding up.

Hey! I can't move!

Let me out!

I don't like this!

No!

- It left!
- All right. We need to get in there fast.

Ah!
- No! Webmaster! Wait!

- Webs! You came for me!

Listen, this dragon
packed me in super tight.

Help me out!

Jun! Guys! Quick! Get me outta here!
- Shh, shh, shh. Keep it down.

- We don't want
the Snifflehide to come back.

Get me out of this slobbery cocoon!

- We're too late!

- Thunder! Hide.
- What?! Wait! I-I'm still stuck in here.

Oh, hi there. Uh, so glad you came back.

- Oh, what is that smell?
- It's these dragon eggs.

They reek.

- Ah, they smell like
the inside of a sweaty gym sock

mixed with that
blue toilet cleaning stuff.

- I'm also picking up a slight hint
of burnt leather and mint?

- Wait a minute. They smell like Eugene.

- Uh, guys. What's it doing?

- What is it doing?
- I think it's about to--

Eww!

- Is it sick?
- No, I think it's trying to feed Eugene.

This is actually how
many birds feed their young.

- Feed him? Why is it feeding him?

- Wait, Jun's right!

The eggs do smell like Eugene!
Like his body spray!

The dragon must think Eugene is her baby.

- Guys!
Please, this is not cool.

Get me outta here.
It's tryin' to put my face in its barf.

Why are you laughing?!

Help!
- This should be normal to you.

The dragon's cutting
up your food, like Mom!

Eugene, if someone wants
to do something for you, let them.

- All right, we should come up
with a plan to save him.

- Take your time. This is kinda fun now.

And it's not like he's
in imminent danger or anything.

Ah! Help!

- Uh, the no imminent danger thing
might've just changed.

- Whoa! No! No, no, no!
Please, please, please!

Uhh, let me back in the nest!
I'll eat more puke! Anything!

Guys? A little help, please!

- Oh no. It's trying to teach him to fly.

- We're out of time!
If it pushes him, it's game over.

- We have to move, now!

- No!
- Eugene!

- Ah! No, no, no! Stop! I can't fly!

- Hey, hey!
- Leave him alone!

- Listen to them!
- Over here!

- And I thought my moms were protective.

- I can't hold on much-- Ah!

Want me to fly? Okay.

- Eugene!

- Look who learned how to fly!
Thanks, buddy.

Oh no. She smells me!
Let's get outta here, Webs!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Are you guys seeing this?!

It's sense of smell
is as good as having perfect vision!

- Yeah, great. Super fascinating.
- Alex, run some interference!

- On it!

- Hurry, Webs, take us down!

Jun, that thing's all over me!
It's coming back this way!

- You need to shower!

- After all this,
you came up here to tease me again?!

- No, I'm serious!

It's tracking the scent
of your body spray.

Now hold still!

Wu, Wei! Give Eugene a good steam clean!

- Ugh! This feels like
Florida in the summer.

And I smell like dragon breath.

- It's actually a big improvement.

- Thanks for helpin' me out.

I mean, I could've handled it myself, but.

- It doesn't matter...
I'm just glad you're okay.

- Aw, I'm just glad you're okay, too.

- Go on, get yourself somethin' to eat.

At first, I was mad
that I lost out on that dragon.

But then, you idiots
led me right to its nest

and lookie what we have here!

Stay right where you are, kiddos.

I can raise a whole bunch of them.

I'll be their mama.

Boots, jackets, tapestries.

- And tapestries are, uh,
fancy decorations.

- Eck. These things reek.
Ford. Winston. Gather '‘em up.

- Don't touch them.
- Or what?

Oh! That's right. You can't hurt a dragon.

- He's right. They've got the eggs.
We can't risk blasting them.

- Hurry up, you two!
We don't need that thing comin' back.

That's one nasty lizard.

- She's not nasty.

But she is a very protective mother.

- Ah!
It's a chemical attack!

- Hey, Mama Dragon!
Found another hatchling!

- Ah! Disgusting!

Ford! Winston! Help! Help!

Stay away from me!

- Ooh, yeah, we're, uh,
we're gonna go now.

- Uh, yeah.

- Might wanna give your boss a bath!

- Eugene? Listen,

I guess it's not your fault
how Mom treats you.

Sometimes, I get a little jealous
that she likes you better than me.

- Likes me better? Naw.

She just treats us differently
based on what she thinks we can handle.

And she obviously thinks
you're the most capable.

- No way.
- Seriously!

I mean, she's wrong, but still...
How do you think that makes me feel?

You two are exactly alike.

It's so annoying.

Like, yeah, you're hyper focused
on weird myths and stuff

and she's hyper focused
on spreadsheets and all that,

but you're basically the same person.

- What is it? You need something?

- Oh! Uh... no.

- We were just finishing up dinner.

- Let me get your plate.
- Oh, that's all right, Ma.

I got it.

- Ooh, very impressive.

Jun, don't forget
to clear your place, too.

Then study! And clean your room.

What? You need to get
the small things out of the way

to focus and make way
for big accomplishments.

- Yes, Mom.

- Genie. Bath time.

- See?

- Uh, Eugene, you have to actually
use the sink to clean the dishes.

- C'mon! I did the clearing part.

Boom roasted.

Olivia.

- Hi, Wilma. Is everything okay?

- No, everything's not.

- Oh.
- I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I know you're keeping a secret.
A big secret.

As if I wouldn't find out
about Linda dating Murray eventually?

- Linda and Murray.

- So we're clear, in the future,

I don't appreciate being
kept out of the loop. Understand?

- Ha! Got it. I will keep you in the loop.

- Thanks, friend.

Oh, and Olivia?

That's not a request.

Keeping things from me is never wise.

I find out everything
that goes on in this lab.

Everything.