All language subtitles for zeke_and_luther_s02e15_rocket_men

Okay, camera set and ready to go?

Now remember, when you hit 700 miles an
hour, plug yours for the sonic boom.

Roger. Luther.

Roger. Luther.

Never mind.

So Luther and I are trying to get onto
the cover of today's skater magazine.

It'd be huge. How awesome would it be if
we were this guy?

Now there are a few ways to get into a
skater mag. We could win the next big

skate tournament.

That might take a couple years. We could
date a super hot celebrity.

That'd work.

We could have a colossal wipeout.

No, thanks. Or what we're trying to do
now.

Pull off a gnarly stunt.

Wait,

there's a G in gnarly?

I knew.

Now remember, you spent all our money on
this bad boy, so if anything goes

wrong, use your body to protect your
back.

Got it.

Forward.

Look, I think the fan was on backwards.

Dude! I think the fan was on backwards!

Hello,

sir.

Or madam.

Due to tragic fan board accident, we are
in desperate need of money.

Won't you please help? We're not asking
for a handout. We're offering our

neighbors snow shoveling insurance.

Just 40 bucks. We'll clear your driveway
in the event of any type of snow. It

doesn't snow here, you bozos.

But isn't $40 worth a piece of mine?

You boys want money. Try doing some real
work.

No, no, no. Wait a second.

Maybe we could do some of this real work
that you speak of.

Seriously? We could trim your hedges or
something.

I'm getting a little bushy.

All right, Clippers around back.

Oh, and one more thing.

Stay out of my garage.

So, if you haven't noticed, Jumpsuit is
super protective of his garage.

He used to be an astronaut, although he
never made it to the moon.

He found really cool space junk in his
garage.

NASA -grade super glue, liquid nitrogen.

What about this alien brain?

Luce, I told you for the last time, that
is not an alien brain. It's a sponge.

I don't know, bro.

That's brain goo.

I know brain goo.

Here are your seeds.

In six to eight weeks, you'll have your
very own corn dog, Cherie.

Sucker.

Excuse me, miniature lady.

What do you want, Ozzie? A refund. The
dinosaur eggs you sold me this morning

were nothing more than polished rock.

Buyer beware.

Adopted. Oh, yeah, baby.

I hate to do this, but I'm taking
umbrage.

Umbrage!

Umbrage! I found you, weenie!

I'll give you a small discount on this
handsome millionaire's hat.

Guaranteed to attract the ladies.

That thing is filthy.

Uh, that's the style. It's supposed to
look and smell like you got it at the

dump.

Where'd Ozzy go?

All I see is a dashing millionaire.

And to think, the hat's only 50 bucks.

That's yours, five.

That's a typo.

You can't put a price on handsome.

Got you again, sucker.

Working, man. A lot of work to do. How
we doing?

Let's start right along here. Yeah, all
right.

I'm tired.

Me too.

Garage?

God. Bro,

come here.

No wonder Jensen put all those padlocks
on the door. He's got an XL57 in there.

What's an exo people service whatever's
in that box? Oh, I know it's just danger

right when something says danger. It's
got to be cool, right? What's going on

out there? I don't hear you working

What's up jump

suit doing a little trimming tell that
clown to watch what he's clipping

Who's that

Just some old astronauts with nothing
better to do. Hawk, have you been to the

moon?

Oh, I am hosing you good.

Dang it, my hose!

Houston, we have a loser.

Excuse me, madam.

My name is William Cadbury, local
historian.

Do I know you?

I'm flattered. You probably recognize me
from my antique show on Channel 23.

Do you perchance still have that top hat
that I saw earlier?

Sold. But I do have this toaster that
may or may not contain a genie. Oh,

twiddledicks.

I really wanted that hat.

I did some research at the university.

and discovered there's a good chance
that it is Abraham Lincoln's famous

hat.

If so, it would be priceless.

Back up the buck, pal.

Priceless?

I sold it for 50 bucks.

Oh, what a shame.

I was prepared to pay thousands for it.

Well, good day.

Wait! I'll get that hat for you, or
crush a nerd trying.

Holy crap, Jake, the XL -57 is a rocket.
Bro.

If we made a rocket board, we could
totally get that cover of Today's Skater

magazine. We just have to find a way to
get inside Jumpsuit's garage.

We have to think outside the box. Oh,
okay. Um, pipe wrench?

Coleslaw?

Weasel snout?

Wait a sec.

Maybe we need to think inside the box.

What's this?

Do not open until Christmas.

Oh, dang.

Where am I going to store this thing?

Store in garage.

Okay, then.

Dude, I can't believe you brought cheese
fondue in here. Bro, it's hot cheese,

okay? The snacks, they can go anywhere.

talk to you so missy despite my
distinguished new

appearance i just want you to know i am
not above courting a lowly waitress such

as yourself i tell you this hat is

magic she usually claps me on both
cheeks

I'll give you a full refund.

No, it makes me look like a
distinguished millionaire.

No, it makes you look like a disheveled
dork. Now fork it.

Negatory, tiny one. It completes my
new... Look, now if you'll excuse me, I

millionaire business to attend to.

in July anyway.

I think we're going to need a bigger
hole.

Or that'll work.

This is it, Luke.

Take it into the history book.

You mean today's skater magazine?

Exactly.

Oh, uh -oh.

What's up, jumpsuit?

You always want to tell me what you're
doing in my garage.

It's a funny story, actually.

We saw this wild goat, and it was
Roman's rabbit.

I want to hear this from the smart one.

Okay.

So we were chasing this wild goat around
town.

Okay, we were totally busted, and
Jumpsuit was not buying our goat story.

had one last option, an option I never
thought I'd use.

Telling the truth.

The truth is, Mr. Johnson, we snuck into
your garage so we could take your

exo... You boys are into rockets?

Yeah, kind of. You see, we wanted to
strap it to our boards so we could get a

picture in a skate magazine.

Are you nuts?

This is a NASA -grade dwarf rocket.

To even touch one of these things, you
need years of training.

Well, you could train us.

You two bozos, forget it.

Oh, come on. It's not like you're going
to use it anyway.

Yeah.

And a good rocket is a terrible thing to
waste.

All right.

I'll train you two how to use my rocket.
Be back here at 0900 hours. It's a week

from Friday.

That's tomorrow morning at 9 o 'clock.

So we started Jumpsuit's version of
Rocket Train with a little classwork to

sure we understood what we were getting
into.

All right. Let's start with the basics.

This here is the rocket.

Question.

What's that?

Well, that's the rocket.

And what's that thing you're pointing
at?

That's the same rocket.

All right.

I hope this is not a test.

Next. The jumpsuit had us stand in
turbulent simulators to help our

This makes my voice sound funny.

Stay hydrated.

He even had us doing precision gardening
to help...

Well, I'm not sure what it was supposed
to do. What does this have to do with

rockets? Who knows?

They might find leaves on the moon.

Oh.

It was a pain in the butt, but in the
end, we got through it.

Well, boys, it wasn't pretty.

But as we say at NASA, it's good enough.

Walk away before he changes his mind.
Okay.

I believe you have my shirt.

If you wanted to see the gun show, you
should have just asked.

Rip the belt.

Okay, Ozzie, I give up. I need that hat
back.

So here's my final offer.

$637.

All the money I got from my yard sale.

You've got yourself a deal.

Mr.

Cadbury, I've got your hat.

This ride is going to be historic.

Or hysteric.

Sorry, Luke.

Hysteric is not a word.

Really?

That's hysterical.

Here.

Use this.

You don't want to damage the combustion
chamber. Oh, that's what I said.

You don't want to damage that
construction changer.

No, sir.

Hey,

Johnson.

This is as close as you're ever going to
get to the moon.

This is going to really give you a hard
time.

What's their deal?

They've been doing that ever since the
day I was supposed to go to the moon.

It should have been the happiest day of
my life, but those jerks gave me the

wrong launch time.

Liftoff was set for 9 a .m. sharp.

At least that's what they told me.

They made me miss my one chance to go to
the moon.

It was just terrible.

That jumpsuit worked his whole life to
go to the moon, and they bailed on him.

I mean, imagine how you would feel if I
left you behind on a rocket run.

I'd be a grade -A crank just like
jumpsuit, growling all the time.

As you can see, that was definitely Mr.
Lincoln's.

Now, I accept cash, checks, and major
credit cards.

I'm sorry, but there will be no money.

Wait, we had a deal, Mr. Cadbury. I'm
afraid there is no Mr. Cadbury.

Just me.

Hootie Kiphart.

You may know my brother, Ozzie.

This isn't Abe Lincoln's hat.

No, the hat is worthless.

That's what you get for trying to scam a
cat park.

Let's hit her with the heavy artillery,
brother.

Welcome to the bun show.

Wow,

I guess you guys are just smarter than
me.

I think I deserve another rump bump.

taking candy from a nerd.

Sucker.

Okay, so the cameras are set and, uh,
we're ready to go.

Boys, I got your message. We're surging.
I want smoking some meat.

Well, jumpsuit, since you didn't get a
chance to go to the moon, we were

thinking that, uh, that maybe you'd want
to come along with us.

And you'd think.

that me riding on this homemade rocket
board is going to make up for me not

going to the moon?

I mean, you don't have to comment yet.
I'm in.

Cool. But if we're going to do this, we
got to look the part.

This is one small step for a skater.

One giant leap for skater kind.

Three,

two, one.

Holy

mackerel,

is that Johnson?

Groovy.

That is awesome!

And look, jumpsuit finally made it to
the moon.

Mission accomplished!

All right, all right, stop saluting me
and help me out this dang thing.

We're on it.

So

not

only did we get into the magazine, we
got the cover.

Kind of.

Well, turns out jumpsuit isn't always
such a crab grabber. The only problem

is...

Now we can't get rid of them.

Oh, oh, man.

Oh, man alive.

I think I got a serious case of swamped
up. Don't you boys worry, though.

I got lots of powder.

Ah,

oh, that's definitely swamped up.