All language subtitles for Kickin.It.S04E09_English

(upbeat music)

(straining)

(grunts, breathes heavily)

Oh!

(pants)

(grunting)

Man, he's really struggling
with that thing.

Looks pretty heavy.

I can't sit here and watch this.

I'm gonna go give him some help.

Lift with your legs!

(snaps fingers)

Aww, you're a good friend.

That's what I do.

Yo, so what's in the trunk?

I'll give you a hint.

You wouldn't be standing
here today without it.

You locked my mother in the trunk!

- (gasps)
- (speaks Spanish)

Okay, okay, okay.

Your mother's not in the trunk.

Hey, dude, um,

what are you doing
with a bunch of old clothes?

These are artifacts from
the Battle of Seaford Hill.

The President of the Historical Society
hand-selected me

to be the director of the reenactment.

Wait, aren't you the president?

I said "hand-selected."

Dude, I hate when they do the reenactment.

It reminds everyone
I'm related to Cook Martinez, the traitor.

Oh, come on, Jerry,
that was 200 years ago.

I'm sure nobody remembers
that Cook Martinez got all the troops sick

and almost cost Seaford the battle.

Watch this.

Crowd: Boo!

Yeah, I'm gonna say they still remember.

Anyone want an egg? Got one left.

For the reenactment tomorrow,

I got Bobby Wasabi to play
the French general, LaPew.

Now I just need someone
to play General Douglas.

Oh, oh, oh.

(whining)

Pick me! Pick me!

You guys know I'm 1/64th Douglas, right?

Both: Yes, you keep telling us.

Come on, Milton.

Look at me.

I would make the perfect General Douglas.

A lot of people say
I have very similar qualities to him,

like courage, vision

and a quiet understated grace.

Yeah, he was also known
for his chronic battle

- with lice.
- (screams)

Uh, do you see any?
Pick 'em out! Pick 'em out!

Rudy, relax. It's a 200-year-old wig.

If there were any lice,
I'm sure they're all dead.

Heh, maybe not all of them.

Look, Milton, I really wanna play
General Douglas.

I'll give you anything you want.

I want to be sensei.

Milton, relax.
Rudy's not gonna make you sen--

Aah!

Bow to your new sensei.

- No!
- General Douglas says bow!

Okay.

♪ Don't you get all tough with me ♪

♪ I'm saying won't you
Come kick it with me? ♪

♪ And we could have a ball
Run up the wall ♪

♪ That's just how we do ♪

♪ And no matter how much
I chop and punch ♪

♪ It's not as cool
As kickin' it with you ♪

♪ Here we go, let's start the party ♪

♪ Chop it up like it's karate ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Won't you come kick it with me? ♪

♪ And we could have a ball
Run up the wall ♪

♪ That's just how we do ♪

♪ And no matter how much
I chop and punch ♪

♪ It's not as cool
As kickin' it with you ♪

(upbeat music)

My play is an accurate portrayal
of the way the battle was won.

Now, I've gone to great
detail to make sure

everything is 100% authentic.

Excuse me, soldier,
why is your shirt pink?

Just because I'm a soldier,
Doesn't mean I can't have flare.

No soldier ever fought
in a shirt that color.

Well, I think it makes
the soldier's eyes pop.

- Yep, it really does.
- (crowd mutters)

- Thank you.
- Wha--

Look, Milton, as a movie star,

I have a vision for my character LaPew.

I'm going to storm in,
declare victory in front of the whole town

and then ride off on a white horse
with a beautiful maiden.

That's not what happened.

You surrendered in a blubbering
heap of embarrassment.

Oh, well, I'll cancel the horse,

but I'm keeping the maiden.

All right, Rudy, let's rehearse
General Sherman's entrance.

And... Action.

Oh, good people of Seaford.

It is I, your humble,
yet bemedaled leader,

Sherman Douglas.

Rudy, where'd you get all those medals?

Oh, this one's for skee ball

and this one's for selling cookies.

Whoa, and this one's
from Chad's Steakhouse

for eating a 40-ounce rump roast.

All right.

Where's the actual jacket

that was worn by Douglas?
It was in the trunk.

I left that old thing at the dojo.

Now, if anyone needs me,

I will be in my dressing room.

(gagging)

You would not believe what Bobby's doing
in my dressing room.

It's my dressing room now.

Crowd: Boo!

(crowd jeering)

(laughs)

You kids got to get up pretty early
if you want to egg Jerry Martinez.

You got up pretty early, didn't you, kid?

It was worth it.

That's it.

- (grunts)
- (screaming)

(screaming continues)

(squeaks)

(inaudible)

(grunts)

(sputters)

(scoffs)

Ugh! Stupid General Sherman's coat.

This is all your fault.

Ugh!

Oh, that's it!

(grunting)

Huh?

"Property of Cook Martinez"?

(trumpets)

Wow, that thing was really clogged.

(upbeat music)

And as the clock struck four bells,

General LaPew surrendered
to General Douglas,

who sealed it with his glove.

(patriotic music playing)

(grunts)

And General LaPew sealed it right back!

Not feeling that the surrender
was sealed entirely,

Sherman sealed it again!

(grunts)

Feeling a glove
was no longer sufficient to seal it,

General LaPew grabbed a nearby musket!

I think we're all sealed up, thank you.

And it was that treaty which ensured

that General Douglas
would go down in history.

(applauds)

And that is why today we honor--

The biggest liar is Seaford's history!

(crowd gasps, murmurs)

Bobby, pass me the musket.

Jerry, what are you talking about?

This.

This diary holds Cook Martinez's secret.

(scoffs)

The secret should be that
the dude wrote in a diary.

(laughs)
Am I right?

Here's what really happened
at the battle of Seaford.

"The year is 1814."

(patriotic music)

Jerry: We've been at war for 13 months
and our supplies are running out.

in order to keep the soldiers fed,
I had to get creative in the kitchen.

(sighs)

Cook Martinez.

The men are complaining about the stew.

They say it tastes like an old boot.

Why would they say that?

'Cause I made it out of an old boot.

Well, the pea soup isn't bad.

Oh, great, I'll go make some more.

Uh, I wouldn't eat that.

- Why not?
- We never had any peas.

This just isn't right.

What little supplies we have left,

the General is keeping for himself.

It's because he's a mean, selfish leader

who doesn't care about his men.

What did you say, soldier?

Uh, I said we should bring clean shellfish

to the leader who does
his hair for his men.

You got that right.

I'm a four-star general
rocking a five-star coif.

Sir, the men haven't eaten in three days.

And we're about to go
into battle against LaPew.

You think I don't know that?

That's why I bought this meat.

(flies buzzing)

Sir, the men aren't gonna eat this.

Why not? The flies seem to love it.

No, check that.
Some of them seem to be sick.

In fact, they're dropping like--
Well, you know...

flies.

Yo, I'm not sure this meat is even dead.

(squelches)

- (growls)
- (all scream)

I can't believe we have
To serve this slop to our men.

Our goat wouldn't eat this.

I know, I tried giving it to her

And she pulled a rifle on me.

Uh, why aren't we eating the goat?

I just told you.

She pulled a rifle on me.

(coughing)

(groaning)

(coughing)

Hey, the men don't look good.

Oh, come on, they may not be
the most handsome bunch,

but if I were a lonely frontier woman,
I could find a husband here.

For instance, look at Davis over there.

In the right light, his cheekbones--

No, no, no. The soldiers look sick.

They're turning blue.

Men, LaPew's army is advancing.

But rest assured as you're
out there facing certain death,

I will be right beside

my toasty fire...

Where I will be writing
a letter of condolence

to officer Nate's hot wife, Annabelle.

Nate's not dead.

You just sent him on a scouting mission.

Good news from the front.

The enemy has surrendered, sir?

No, Nate's been captured.

General, these men are sick.

You don't have an army
and the enemy are about to attack.

You need a plan.

You don't think I have a plan?

(scoffs)
Oh, I have a plan.

Have the pony express come pick me up.

(harmonica playing)

- (fiddle plays)
- Rudy: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who are you? How did you get in my trunk?

And do you know "Camptown Races"?

( fiddle plays "Camptown Races")

Guys, we're the only ones
who didn't eat the meat.

It's up to us to save Seaford.

We're just cooks.

We don't know anything
about being soldiers

or winning battles, or firing rifles.

- (goat bleats)
- (gunshot)

(bullet clinking)

If that goat can figure it out, so can we.

(light music)

Yo, where'd you get the mustache?

Oh, man, I don't know.

Once I started ripping things off,
I couldn't stop.

Okay, we got into the enemy camp,

but are you sure your plan
to defeat them is gonna work?

I know the plan's gonna work, okay?

If this meat wiped out our army.

It'll wipe out theirs.

Oh, here comes General LaPew.

Quick, act French.

- Oh, ho, ho!
- Oui, oui!

- Oh, ho, bonjour.
- Vive la France!

- Oh, oui, oui.
- Fromage.

(clears throat)

(in French accent)
Tonight, I will claim Seaford for France.

(cheering)

I will show the world
that my army cannot be stopped!

(soldiers cheer)

And once they are defeated,

I will sunbathe on their golden beaches

in my teeny, weenie victory bikini!

(soldiers retching)

- What?
- (retching)

Okay, so maybe I'm a little pasty,
but, I mean, come on, guys!

They're not puking
'cause they're thinking of you sunbathing.

(retches, groans)
I was.

I tricked your men into eating bad meat.

Ah!

(gasps)
You are Americans!

But when you were,
"bonjour, oui, oui, vive la France,"

I totally believed you.

You got no army left, LaPew.

Surrender.

(laughs)

You are forgetting about
my elite group of soldiers

who did not eat your meat.

Prepare to battle

the vegetariens.

What?

(clears throat)

The vege-tariens!

I'm sorry, one more time.

They don't eat meat.

Oh, you mean vegetarians.

- You could have just said that.
- Ah!

I so said that.

(chuckles) oh.

Your cookware

is no match for our...

Powerful muskets.

(chuckles)
But first, we have to load them,

so quick time-out!

(LaPew humming)

♪ La-da-dee, la-da-daa ♪

So, how 'bout this weather
we're having, no?

It really is nice.
The days are just delightful.

And at night, you only
need a light jacket.

Oh, yeah, so nice.

- Milton: Yeah.
- What are we gonna do?

They just called time-out.

I got this.

Time in!

(gasps)

I did not see that coming.

Aah!

- Aah!
- (grunts)

(chuckles)

(both grunt)

(action music)

Aah!

Oh! Oh!

(grunting)

That's it, LaPew. It's over.

It's time to surrender.

I will never surrender.

My men and I will fight--

(men groan)

Okay, I surrender.

You did it. Your plan worked.

- We won.
- That's it.

- Wh-- Oh.
- It's over.

Something's coming over me.

This victory's gotten me so excited,

I think-- I think I want to make a noise.

Whoo!

What was that?

I'll tell you what that was.

That was the sound of victory.

It was the sound of liberty.

That was the "whoo"
heard 'round the world.

Jerry: Whoo!

(echoing)

Australian Man:
Crikey, who's "whooing" at this hour?

(whoop echoing)

Italian Man:
Mamma mia, that's a big "whoo."

(whoop echoing)

Space Alien: I think I just heard a "whoo"
come from Earth.

Let's not destroy it.

(light music)

Rudy: LaPew? If that's you,

I just want you to know I'm really French.

(in French accent)
I swear.

I am just sitting here wearing my beret,

sharing a crepe with my French poodle.

- (dog barks)
- Rudy: Down, Fifi!

General, we did it.

We defeated the enemy.

What?

- Yeah.
- We got a letter of surrender.

We got their troops sick
with the bad meat.

I wrote everything down
in my secret diary.

(scoffs)

Uh, the secret should be
that you're a dude with a diary.

(laughing)
Am I right?

So no one has seen
this diary or this letter?

- Negative.
- Good.

This surrender will mean a medal of valor,

a badge of honor and a red sash.

And do you know what follows that?

Sash bash!

Oh! I love putting on a sash
and dancing the night away.

But not for you. For me.

Arrest these traitors!

- Wait, what?
- What are you talking about?

- But we're heroes.
- No one will ever know that but me.

Because without this,

everyone will believe
that I single-handedly won the war.

- Take them away.
- Are you kidding me?

- Why would you?
- What?

(Boys grunting)

Nate?

Thank goodness you've escaped.

I'm sure your hot wife Annabelle
can't wait to see you.

Guards, we have another traitor!

Wow, so history got it wrong.

General LaPew was the real hero.

That's not what I said at all.

Oh. Well, to be honest,
I missed most of your story.

So Cook Martinez and his men
were the real heroes?

That's right.

And General Douglas had them jailed
so he could steal their glory.

Crowd: boo!

(jeering)

What? I'm like 1/64th related to the dude.

I mean, Milton's probably
more related to Douglas than I am.

Let's get him!

Jack and Milton: Rudy!

As president of the historical society,

I would like the record to show

that we recognize General Douglas

for what he was,

- a traitor...
- (whimpers)

- a coward...
- (whimpers)

- and a liar.
- Uh, no, no, no.

I may be related to
a traitor and a coward,

but I earned that medal.

You know how?

By eating a 40-ounce rump.

So, Milton, what are we gonna do
to honor Cook Martinez?

I think I have an idea.

From this day forward,

let the good people of Seaford know

that Cook Martinez
was the real hero of our town.

(cheers, applauds)

It's beautiful, Milton.

Your family deserves this.

It's long overdue.

And on behalf of the entire town,

Thanks for making this chili.

Oh, yeah, it was fun.

I just followed one of the recipes
that I found in my ancestor's diary.

Oh.

Dude, this chili is great.
What's your secret?

Oh, I mixed in that leftover
bag of beef jerky

- I found at the dojo.
- What?

I found that bag of gnarly meat
at the bottom of that trunk.

Dude, you just fed the entire town
200-year-old rancid meat.

- What?
- Uh...

Everybody, calm down.

If there was anything
wrong with that meat,

- we'd all be very si--
- (stomach gurgles)

(groaning)

I got the first port-a-potty!

Milton: I got the second port-a-potty!

Lucky for me, I only had one bite.

I think I'll be okay as long as I stand

- Very, very still.
- (stomach gurgles)

Oh! Sweet mother Moses, help me!

I'm running for the river!

(water splashes)

♪ Kickin' it with you! ♪

(light music)

Annabelle, sweet Annabelle,

it burdens me to tell you
that your beloved husband Nate is gone.

(gasps)

The last we saw,
he was taken by a large grizzly bear.

And as the general, it falls
upon me to comfort you.

This is the part of the job that I hate.

Nate?

Uh...
(chuckles)

Thank goodness you survived

the "being wrapped in rabbit meat
and thrown in a bear cave" mission.

You have earned the medal of valor.

It's waiting for you in my tent.

(goat bleats)

- (gunshot)
- (bullet clinks)

(Nate groans)

Now, where were we, Annabelle?

(closing theme music)

Man: Poor soul.

(dog snarls, barks)

Boy: Yes!