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I mean, I'm letting
my kids watch it,

but you probably have
higher standards.

Hello there.

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

Yeah, hmm.

That Ryan Reynolds.

I'm a film actor,

occasionally I dabble
in television

and other industries.

I'm also a father.

But I'm ready to move on
from all of that crap.

So what's next?

Wildlife, that's what.

Nope, not these blowhards.

They don't need my help.

I'm here for these guys.

Nature's benchwarmers.

I'm talking grade-A freaks

and their freakin' bizarre,
weird, freakshow lives.

Get ready for the Underdogs.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

These guys are
the grossest, weirdest...

♪ I'm not number one,
but I'm second to none ♪

...the most unlikely stars
in the great movie of life.

♪ Heroes are overrated
when you are the outlaw ♪

Now it's their time to shine.

♪ Cuz I wanna be
your underdog ♪

Wherever there is
blatant mischief,

wherever there is
abject cowardice,

wherever there is unbearable
sexual tension...

that's where you'll find
the underdogs.

You tell 'em, Green Day.

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

And I endorse these weirdoes.

Some laws of nature
are incontrovertible.

And one of the big ones
is the need to reproduce.

Or there'd be no more
itty-bitty baby animals.

The trouble with sex--
and really, where do I begin?

--is that you can't do it
alone.

No comment.

So the first step is
choosing your partner,

and that's true whether
you're an A-list animal,

or one of the underdogs.

This is Happy...

...the hyena.

He may be one of the ugliest
outcasts in Africa,

but don't feel sorry for him.

He's having the best day.

Morning run.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

A little self-care.

♪ I used to think
maybe you loved me ♪

♪ Now, baby, I'm sure ♪

Not your episode, Barry.
Keep moving.

A nice snack.

♪ And I just can't wait
till the day ♪

♪ When you knock on my door ♪

Life couldn't get
any better than this.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine,
wooah ♪

Or could it?

Like a hormonal teenager
at a middle school dance,

Happy has a new
and irrepressible urge

to find a girlfriend.

But that's not easy...

...when these are the girls.

Hyenas take female empowerment
to the maximum.

They're aggressive, dominant,

and automatically
outrank all males.

And if that's not
intimidating enough,

they also have these.

Pseudo-penises.
That's fun to say.

Giant female genitalia.

They're for peeing--standard--

giving birth--ouchie--

and making mating
difficult for males.

Tough break, fella.

As first loves go, they're not
for the faint of heart.

But Happy is an optimist.

And he's just fallen in love...

...with a stone-cold knockout.

Maybe he should
just ask her out.

He's a six,
maybe six and a half?

You know, he could show her
all the fun stuff he likes.

Maybe they could
do it together.

The fun stuff, not the--yeah.

Happy knows nothing
about relationships.

But like any
self-respecting male,

he's not gonna let ignorance
hold him back

from taking his shot.

Ready, shoot, aim
is what I say.

In case you don't speak hyena,
that's a no.

And no is a complete sentence.

When it comes to the need
to go to funky town,

you can't skip
straight to the end.

You just, you just can't.

You have to learn the rules
and put in the work.

Though, first things first,

you need to attract
their attention.

Unlike some of their
more colorful cousins,

bowerbirds can't rely
on plumage alone

to draw attention
to themselves,

so males spend their whole
lives compensating;

painfully familiar
to males of all species.

These guys, they build
extravagant bachelor pads,

known as bowers,

all over town, sometimes
in truly underdog locations.

And if that wasn't sad enough,

these deluded loners
surround these bowers

with obsessively collected
colorful knickknacks,

in the hope of impressing
a potential girlfriend.

But there's always that one guy
who takes a good idea too far.

And Sebastian here has
meticulously curated 361 items

of colorful trash in the hope
it will win him a mate.

Good luck, Sebastian.

It's a collection that's taken
most of his adult life.

But it will all be worth it,

if it's good enough
to dazzle a female...

...into sticking around
long enough to mate with him.

So far, it's not been enough.

But Sebastian has a solution.

Rather than admit that
he might be the problem,

he's decided to expand
his collection.

And the best way to do that is
to steal from someone else's.

But what to choose?

Bingo!

And while he's at
his rival's place...

He figures he could try just a
teeny bit of wanton vandalism.

Sebastian,
you small-minded.

Back home, he adds item 362
to his collection.

And when a female
finally comes along,

he's hoping this new addition
will make all the difference.

She's ready.

All Sebastian needs
is to stay focused

and show her something
worth sticking around for.

Now, focus.

What will she like best?

Nope.

What about this?

No, I was kidding.

Okay, uh, this thing?

No, you're right,
that's terrible.

No, definitely not.

I don't even know
who that belongs to.

Okay, time for the showstopper.

The finest thing
he owns in the world.

Sure, it's the bowerbird
equivalent

of screaming "I love you!"
on a first date,

or "You'll always compete
with my mother if we..."

Anyway, she's gonna go for it.

Or maybe not.

Nah, don't worry, Sebastian.

Who needs a mate?

When you have a man cave...

and the Internet.

However you try to impress
a potential partner,

it's always a good idea
to know your audience.

But be warned.

Whatever you think
you've got going for you,

women are usually looking for
something completely different.

This is Littlenose.

Kind of an ironic nickname.

She's a proboscis monkey.

She hangs out with a bunch
of sisters, girlfriends,

and loose acquaintances
in one big, happy girl group.

Plus this guy.

Oh, I get why she's called
Littlenose now.

All her gal pals have babies.

Cute ones.

She's decided that it's time
to have one of her own.

Which means it's time to hit
the apps and find Mr. Right.

He must be out there...
somewhere.

Littlenose's day starts,
well, like every other day,

with the search for food.

Mature leaves are
all poisonous,

and that means looking
for tender young shoots

that are slightly
less likely to kill you.

But today, her schedule's about
to get a little more exciting.

Word's got out that
she's looking for love.

And the local bachelor pack
are pretty confident

they've got just the thing
she's looking for.

Meet bachelor number one.

He enjoys jazz, long walks,
and romantic nights in.

Uh-huh, sure he does.

She'd rather eat
the poisonous leaves.

Introducing bachelor
number two.

A muscular bombshell,

he's hoping to impress her
with his athletic prowess.

Oh, no!

He can just walk
that off, right?

No, maybe not.

Trouble is, for all their
conventional qualities,

these youthful, vigorous males
don't possess

the special something
Littlenose is looking for.

But when you've rejected
all the bachelors,

where's left to look?

Nope, no, definitely not.

Okay, he's old enough
to be her grandpa.

He's clearly behind
on dental hygiene,

that's gonna come back
to haunt you.

But you know what's gonna come
back to haunt you even worse?

The rash.

That's contag--you're gonna
have that all over the place.

But there is something
about him,

and it turns out
it's exactly the thing

she's been looking for.

A throbbing, off-the-scales,
truly enormous...

nose.

And in the proboscis world,

that's a sign of one
very specific detail--

bigger cojones.

Crown jewels.

Little lads. I like that one.

Or as the scientists insist
I say, smooth criminals.

No, sorry, testicles,
testicles, testicles.

Which means a little
quality time with him

is her best chance

of getting what I believe those
scientists call "knocked up."

Sure, he may already have
mated with four besties,

eight girlfriends,
16 neighbors,

uh, and someone's grandma...

But all those ladies
can't be wrong.

Better luck next time,
bachelors.

Truth is, without the nose,
you never stood a chance.

Turns out, hate to say it,

size does matter.

Damn it.

But love isn't always
that shallow.

Sometimes it's not
what you've got

but what you do with it
that counts.

Strategy is everything.

Remember Happy?

He's had a long, hard look
at his situation,

and he's had an idea.

With no other way to win
the heart of a female

that outsizes and outranks him,

he's decided he's simply
gonna follow her

for as long as it takes,

maybe forever.

In the human world,
this level of persistence

would land you
a restraining order,

uh, and two, possibly
four years in prison.

To say nothing of the fact that
it makes you a super creep.

But for hyenas,
it's a tried and tested way

to demonstrate
your total devotion.

Good luck with that, buddy.

So you've chosen the one

and come up with a surefire
strategy to win their heart,

but it's still
a crowded arena out there.

The next stage is to fend off

the competition.

This male turkey is
looking for a mate.

And despite having a deeply
underdog appearance,

his sexy shimmying has still
attracted some females.

He just needs to close the deal

by flopping out
his most dazzling feature.

His snood.

That's wrinkly.

Like a dangly, extendable...

nose sock.

I'm not for injectables,
typically,

but you know, you could
probably get some work done

on that thing.

Astonishingly,
that's all it takes.

And the turk-lady lies down
to signal she's ready.

It's all going
perfectly to plan.

Until...

Sock-blocked.

And by his own brothers.

Bonecrusher.

Bloodbather.

And... Ian.

Oooh, wing slap!

Once they were nestmates,

but now love has made
them bitter rivals.

In turkey world,
only one male can breed,

and our guy is getting his ass
handed to him by Ian.

From now on, Ian will be
the sole headliner.

And all the other males will be
the sad backup dancers

that no one remembers,
for the rest of time,

because the entertainment
industry has failed

to honor their craft properly.

So, although he still
gets to shimmy,

he'll be shaking his feathers
to attract more females

for Ian to mate with.

A literal wingman.

But surely it doesn't apply
to his girlfriend?

Maybe she'll still
mate with him.

She liked his snood.

Nope, she's more of a
"rip your heart out" kinda gal.

Yeah, you, Ian!

Yeah, you forever.

Thanksgiving is starting
to look pretty damn good.

Even when love seems
hopelessly out of reach,

you should never lose faith,

because there's
always another day.

Meet our blubberiest
underdog yet,

a young male elephant seal.

He's hoping to breed and has
just spotted an opportunity.

But he's hit a little snag.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

4,000 pounds of naked fury

who just caught him trying
to mate with his girlfriend.

Been there.

No, no, no, no! Run, run! Run!

Oh, you're so dead,
oh, my god, you're so dead.

Our little runt is about to get
the beating of his life

and all for the sake of love.

Is it worth it?

Keep watching.

♪ Me caí, me paré,
caminé, me subí ♪

♪ Me fui contra la corriente
y también me perdí ♪

♪ Fracasé, me encontré,
lo viví y aprendí ♪

Once a year,
eager male elephant seals

approach the shores
of California

with one thing in mind--
mating.

And with hundreds of females
on the beach,

the odds are pretty good,
right?

But there's a problem.

Come on, you saw that coming.

They've gotta get past...

the beachmaster.

I promise you that's
the scientific term,

and the nickname for my mom

when I was trying to sneak
back into the house.

Okay, moving on.

He's the largest male
in the area.

Two tons of unrepressed
anger and control issues.

He'll beat the crap
out of anyone

who tries to mate with his
fanbase of adoring females.

Those females also
act like security,

alerting the big guy
to any intruders.

But some females are looking
for more than just a beefcake.

They'll go for smaller,
sensitive sorts,

like our guy.

But he's gonna need to pick
the perfect moment.

The fertile females
are the ones

in the middle of the colony.

The challenge is try to sneak
past the guards

and mate with a willing partner
behind the beachmaster's back.

It's not long before
he sees his opening.

The arrival of
a second beachmaster.

Wait, a second
beachmaster?

And that gives Mr. Underdog
just what he needs.

A diversion.

While the tattletales
have their eyes

on the big boy beach fight...

...our guy picks both
a safe word

and a safe route toward
the fertile females.

By the way, the safe word
is pumpkin spice.

He won't have long.

He doesn't need long.

Oh, there goes the alarm,

and son of a beachmaster,
here comes the beating.

Pumpkin spice, pumpkin spice,
pumpkin spice.

Right back to where we started.

But it turns out
he had just enough time

to get the job done
before he was caught.

♪ Y no te preocupes si no ♪

So is the punishment worth it?

♪ Cuando te critiquen tú ♪

Well, you bet it is.

No one knows more about
suffering for love than Happy,

the hopelessly devoted hyena.

There's the woman
of his dreams.

But where's Happy?

Has he finally done just
a skosh of internal work,

realized his own self-worth,
and developed a little dignity?

No, he's a male,
and he likes this plan.

But while some focus
on finding the one,

not everybody stops at one.

Some animals prefer to keep
their options wide open.

Welcome to Madurai, India.

The unlikely home
of the darkest detective

in the DC Universe...

...the fruit bat.

Not the toughest name,
of course, yeah.

But you know who is tough?

Bruce Wa--no?
Hold on, I'm sorry,

they're telling me
that it's Barbara,

Barbara's the--that actually
makes a lot more sense.

Barbara.

So riddle me this, Babs.

Who's gonna be your
sexual sidekick?

Out of the many eligible
male fruit bats,

which one will be brave enough,

bold enough

to be the father of...

And that is gross.

I'm so sorry, Barbara,
that, um...

Yeah, that's
the right reaction.

Just, that's a total red flag.

Red fl--how many watchlists
is that guy on?

That's, yeah. Uh, my lord.

Moving on.

Someone new just appeared
on Barbara's radar.

Okay, he's not the most
impressive, uh, specimen

of bat-manhood
you've ever seen,

but let's just be happy

that Barbara seems to have
found her mate.

Like most relationships,
it's kind of messy,

but maybe this is the start
of something really beautiful.

Uh, nope, yeah, he's gone.

I knew my dad longer
than that.

But it turns out
Barbara the fruit bat

is ready for a sequel
immediately.

She wants the best
possible father

for her little bat babies,

so she's auditioning
other applicants.

And this next joker
has a cunning plan

for giving himself the best
chance of landing the role.

He's going to...

How can I put this?
He's gonna... ah, hmm.

He's gonna clear out
the bat cave.

Um, hmm.

Oh, my, oh, I was so afraid
this was gonna be weird,

but no, that's, yeah.

Experts think this licking

removes the previous
male's sperm.

And Barb has no objections.

The longer he licks,
the longer she'll let him mate.

This male is the first
of many sequels

in this Batgirl's
unique franchise.

One after another,
after another.

Bat sex scientists--

which is a real career
that you can choose--

don't exactly know why Barbara
mates with so many males,

but it may be her way
of ensuring

the strongest sperm succeeds.

If that's the way things work
in the DC Universe,

well, I mean,
who am I to judge?

By now, you might be wondering
if all underdog relationships

are all about combat,

competition,

and soul-crushing rejection.

And you would be right.

But all that pain fades

when you finally find
your perfect partner.

This is a leopard slug.

These guys are
relationship experts,

and this one right here
is looking for the one.

I would like to resume
my life at some point,

so let's maybe speed this up.

♪ Toi et moi ♪

♪ On se cache cache comme ça ♪

♪ Toi et moi chaque fois ♪

Somewhere in this charming
French cellar is another slug,

equally eager to breed.

So this slug lays down a trail
of highly alluring slime...

♪ Ahh, toi et moi ♪

...packed with
stinky pheromones

for the other slug
to detect and follow.

♪ Oooh, pas à pas, ahhh ♪

♪ Attention ♪

I think they found it.

♪ C'est toi que je veux ♪

Mmmm.

Pheromones by Leopard Slug.

Now that they've found
each other,

it's time to take things
to the next level.

Together they descend
on a foot-long rope

of self-made mucus.

Entwining their bodies to make
sure that no one can leave

until both partners
are fully satisfied.

Ahh, the French kiss.

Wait, no, that's...

Oh, no, no, those aren't...

Oh, those aren't, those aren't
tongues, they're--ohhhhh.

Oh, those are,
those are penises.

Peni? It's that what you say?

Is that what the slugs say?

And that's the reason these
slugs are so egalitarian.

Both partners have
male and female genitalia,

and both give
and receive sperm,

which they can each use
to fertilize their own eggs.

Then... ah, yes.

Au revoir.

I can count on both hands
how many times

I've left a relationship
this exact way.

Last slug swinging gets
to eat the mucus.

No, thank you!

So, there you have it.

The underdogs' guide to
navigating the good, the bad,

and the ugly of relationships.

And a friendly reminder
that everyone

deserves a little love.

Except Happy, who's finally...

Well, he's hit rock bottom.

Basically doing
the hyena equivalent

of crying into his drink.

It's just, you know, I think we
should just spend some money

on Michael Bolton.

There you go, ooh.

Mmm, that's good.

Oh, he speaks for those who
can't speak for themselves.

But if I know anything
about rom coms, and I don't,

I just did everything
Sandra Bullock told me to do,

it's that rock bottom
is the solid foundation

upon which you build true love.

And Happy?

Well, he's gonna give it
one last shot.

H-h-hold the phone, hold on.

Wait, could Happy's luck
be turning around?

After weeks of quiet,
unmitigated contempt,

it looks like he's finally
about to get his happy end--

Oh, no, gonna stay
away from that.

He's gonna get his,
the ending he deser--the...

he's gonna, um,

he's gonna.

No. He is going to get
the dishes done.

Can we say that?

Now she begins to follow him.

Hold your nerve, she almost
certainly won't kill you.

All that's left to solve is
the pseudo-penis situation.

She does this
by rolling it back

like a retractable shutter.

It's kind of like, um...

it's like of like, uh,
how do you describe it?

Like a, it's like turning
a sock inside out

using a banana with no hands.

So, after all that waiting,

when it does happen,
it's not exactly fireworks.

But for Happy, it's like
all his birthdays

have come at once.

Yeah, it's like his dreams
came true,

his, his dreams,
his... soaking wet dreams.

So how's everyone else doing?

Sebastian now has
1,009 items of garbage,

but still, predictably,
has no girlfriend.

Littlenose has the baby
that she's always dreamed of,

and hardly misses
single life at all.

Ian learned a valuable lesson
about karma.

Our elephant seal lover boy
is bulking up,

getting spray-tanned,

ready to become next year's
Mr. Beachmaster.

The slugs.

They are still leaving.

And Barbara?

She has her own
cinematic universe

comprising of eight sequels,

two reboots, and a Bollywood
musical in the works.

Now that is how
you release Batgirl.