All language subtitles for The Villains of Valley View s02e06 Vases Volcanoes

Get in there!

Stupid thing!

Oh!

Retract!

Retract!

Oh, that's it.

There is no plumber that can save you
now.

Mrs.

Madden?

Are you okay?

Are you sure? Because this is the third
sprayer hose you've destroyed this week.

Unless this is how we get a new
dishwasher.

If so, have at it.

I'm just having trouble suppressing my
villain rage lately.

What happened to letting it out by
zapping Dad?

You know, that's fun for the whole
family.

Yeah, but now he sees it coming. So he
started wearing rubber underwear.

Which is why I need another outlet for
my anger.

Maybe a hobby would help.

When I get angry, I like to knit.

When I get angry, you don't want me
holding a giant needle.

Okay, then. Something without sharp
objects.

How about salsa dancing?

You obviously don't know the damage my
mother can cause with a pair of

stilettos.

I think this hobby thing could work.

I just need to find something. Or I'm
going to blow.

Mom, leave me alone!

Bye, Mum.

Well, if it isn't my two favourite
girls.

Well, Mrs. Madden, you seem less...
ragey.

It's a trap.

She ran out of faucets, so she's going
to melt up. Run!

Actually, it's because I found a way to
channel my rage.

Pottery cloth.

Pottery cloth?

Well, it's official.

The suburbs have broken you.

That was perfect.

I can pretend I'm choking someone and
end up with a cup.

Hey, I even found a two -for -one coupon
online, so you can come with me, Amy.

Tempting, except for the pottery part
and the class part, so hard path.

And here I thought my daughter might
actually enjoy spending some time with

mother. Amy, you should be supporting
your mom.

I do support her. I just support her
doing something less boring.

You know, like staring at a wall.

I'll go with you to the pottery class,
Mrs. Madden.

It just sounds like fun. Oh, not my
first choice, but I suppose a distant

will do.

Thank you, Hartley. I'd love to have you
join me.

Great. Ooh, maybe we can make matching
spread a little sunshine saucers?

Oh, I'd be sure you don't want to go.

Dad, no one's going to want to eat lunch
with me if you're hanging around the

table. No, please. You've been alone
here 25 minutes. No one's coming.

Dad, guess what? Please say a free chair
opened up in the teacher's lounge.

I entered the science fair.

I'm going to build a volcano.

A volcano?

What is this, baby's first science kit?

I think we can come up with something
better than that.

We? No, I want to do this on my own.

And what's wrong with volcanoes? They're
cool.

Well, sure to throw people into, not
build.

Look, any amateur can do that, but
you're the son of the school's most

science teacher.

Sounds like you're afraid Colby's going
to embarrass you. Sounds like you're

right.

Listen, don't worry. I've already come
up with a surefire way for us to win

thing. A robot that responds to human
emotions. Built by a father who doesn't.

Come on, if you cry, he'll hug you.

If you're down, he'll tell you a joke.

If you're, uh... You can't think of any
other human emotion, can you? I'm

struggling.

Don't fall for it, Colby.

The only reason he wants to help is so
he can take over your project.

Because that's what he always does.

I've never done that in my life. During
my first villain battle, you put on a

strength -boosting exosuit and fought
the heroes for me.

I've only done that once in my life.

All the superheroes mocked me, saying I
needed my daddy to fight my battles.

Which isn't true. I can fight my own
battles like a big boy.

Not wanting whatever that was to happen
to me.

I'm going to build the volcano on my
own.

Okay. But if you come to your senses and
realize you can't win this thing

without my help, I'll be waiting.

Milo! Well, if it isn't the second
smartest person in the school.

You see, I'm the smartest person in the
school.

We know. It's on your parking space.

Hello, Colby.

I hear you're entering the science fair.

Don't bother. I got that thing on lock.
Yeah, well, this year Colby's gonna win.

So you better call a locksmith.

Please stop being my hype man.

I'm gonna crush you. What I lack in
stature, I make up for in mental

It doesn't sound as quite loud, but it
is.

Wow, Dad, you really think I'm going to
win? Of course not.

Please let me help you.

Here you are. Where have you been?

Oh, sorry, pottery class.

It's our fourth one this week.

I know. What is wrong with you people?
It's pottery.

It's actually pretty fun.

Hey, today, we make bowls.

I was waiting for you to get to the fun
part.

It does seem to be solving my rage
problem. I haven't felt the desire to

anyone all week. All day.

Sergio says for his perfect pottery
pair.

Sergio? Our instructor.

Very supportive.

His mantra is, one clay at a time.

Okay. Hold up one of those balls. I
think I'm going to puke.

Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?

What's wrong?

plans, remember?

We were going to sonic blast the
carousel and turn it into a not -so

-round.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been having such a fun time with
Hartley, I guess I forgot.

Hey, you always say she's a fun killer,
but I disagree.

You called me a fun killer?

Oh, please, like I've never said it to
your face.

Okay, Hartley, we should hurry up and
eat before we head back to the studio.

Sergio likes to say, lunch is the most
important meal.

Of the clay.

I can't believe she's ditching me to
hang out with Hartley.

Well, two can play at that game.

This better be good.

I was feng shui -ing my seashell.

And by feng shui -ing, I mean bathing it
in pesticides.

Celia, you're coming to pottery class.

No, I am not.

You can make weapons. Looks like those
cockroaches will live another day.

Oh, hey, Hartley. Yeah, I'm making some
pottery with my bestie.

Bestie? This girl needs a checkup.

I thought you said pottery was boring.
What are you really doing here?

Well, you've been having such a good
time with Hartley and not me. I didn't

to miss out on the fun.

And you got my grandma to come?

It didn't take much convincing. We've
actually gotten very close over the last

40 minutes. Right, Grandma?

Only two people get to call me Grandma.

Hartley. And somebody I'm not at liberty
to talk about.

Amy, are you jealous that I'm here with
Hartley and not you?

No. I think you're both jealous because
I am here with Celia, and we are going

to put you to shame.

All right, people.

The time has come for our partner
project.

Remember, all the world's a lump of
clay, and all the men and women merely

potters.

All right, let's make some shelf candy.

Guys, just so you know, that wheel can
be a little tricky. I got it, Mom.

I've got Celia to help me.

We're a perfect pair.

You know how to work this thing, right?
Does it have a trigger?

No. Then I do not.

Yes. I think I got it.

Need my help with your volcano yet?

Nope, got it all under control.

You don't, but it's cute that you think
you do.

How's it going with Mount St. Daddy
issues?

Not. I can't even get that stupid thing
to erupt, which means I'm going to lose

to Milo, and Dad's going to think I'm a
total failure.

Okay, okay, stop begging. I'll help you.

What? No, I want to figure this out
myself.

Oh, no need to thank me.

I'm a giver.

Who are you having a conversation with?
Because it's definitely not me.

I'm just saying two brains are better
than one. Not when one of them's yours.

Besides, you're just trying to get even
with Dad for making you look like a

chump in front of the superheroes.

Yeah, pretty much.

What's going on here?

Oh, nothing.

Just Colby wanting my help with the
volcano.

What? What's the matter?

Jealous?

I have no idea what he's talking about.
I never asked him. Quiet, Colby.

I'm trying to prevent your project from
being taken over by an oblivious

egomaniac.

Wow. Betrayed by my own blood.

You know, if I wasn't already a
supervillain, this would totally be my

story.

Today we are creating the

purest resistance of the ceramics world,
the vase.

The what? The vase.

The what?

Vase. We're making a vase.

Oh. Well, why is he saying it like that?
You're not better than me.

This vase will serve as inspiration.

It was my grandmother's prized
possession, and the one thing she left

will.

Far more valuable than the actual cash
she left my siblings.

Ten bucks, this is grandma's and
nothing.

Twenty, and I'll take that action.

All right.

Time to get those wheels a -spinning.

You sure you don't want to swap
partners?

Might be better to work with someone
more experienced.

Nope, we're good.

Amy.

Are you sure you're okay with me and
Hartley hanging out?

Yes, I have my own person to hang out
with now. Right, Meemaw?

Bubby? You can try it a hundred
different ways. It's still not

Ow!

Jake, we're running out of time.

You should have let me do this on my own
instead of taking over. Why don't I see

you helping? Yeah, because every time I
tried, you were like, Colby, get away.

Your tiny baby hands go against
everything science stands for.

Well, they do.

Well, looky here.

You made a volcano.

Or should I say, you made a Volcade
don't.

Good one, Milo.

Volcade don't? Seriously? I mean,
Volcade note was right there.

Either way, it's never going to win.

No one has to go against my robot that
responds to human emotions.

I think you mean our robot.

Dad? How great is this thing?

It's like the dog I never had.

Emoting happiness.

Okay,

enough with the emoting.

I don't get it, Milo. If you always have
the science fair on lock, then why'd

you ask my dad for help? I didn't. He
begged me to let him help. Guess he

a piece of the Milo magic.

And you just said yes?

Of course not. But then he offered me
free access to the teacher's lounge. And

I'm not turning down VIP status like
that. They have cashew milk.

Come on, Emototron.

Let's go give the judges some razzle
-dazzle.

You know, I can't believe you'd betray
me like this.

You mean like how you betrayed me by
going to Jake for help? You should have

stuck with me. But the dad train has
left the station, and you're the little

engine that couldn't.

Greetings, esteemed judges. Meet
Emototron, a robot that responds to

emotions. Go ahead.

Wave to it.

Emoting friendliness.

If you're happy, Emototron is happy.

Who wants a hug?

I'll take a hug.

Okay. That's a longer hug than I needed.

It's just part of the demo. You know
what they say about hugs?

That they're a sign of weakness?

He's not letting go.

Bad Emototron, bad!

Emototron doesn't like being manhandled.

Emoting anger.

What?

Emototron, stop!

You think you're tougher than me?

Don't worry, I'll be worth it once you
taste that cashew milk.

Your conversation with the clay is not
going well.

Yeah, well, art is in the eye of the
beholder.

Looks like there's also some clay in the
eye of the beholder.

Keep bugging us and you'll be holding
your eye.

Que bonito.

Another masterpiece from our perfect
pair.

But we all know nothing beautiful lasts
forever.

No!

Don't worry.

I think we can save it.

We can't let them finish before we do.

I don't know what your beef is, but I'm
always ready for a throwdown.

Let's crank this baby up.

it's a good idea.

she was in their pay -up.

Double or nothing, Grandpa's in that
vase over there.

What were you thinking, Amy?

Yeah. You ruined the class.

Then maybe I should just leave.

There wasn't space for me here anyway.

I guess three's a crowd and a perfect
pair.

Amy, wait!

And charming to die.

Could use some muscle, Jake.

Oh, look who needs me to fight their
battle.

Okay, playtime's over, big guy.

What does an emotion robot need that
kind of destructive power?

Because I repurposed one of my
destruction bots.

What, I had to do something for me?

Colby, buddy, any chance you could give
me a hand? Because it's pretty clear

Dad's not going to do anything.

I need one more second.

Oh, by all means, take your time.

Got it.

Okay, sending my way.

I am Emototron.

I am Emotin Shredder.

His robot.

So much for the Milo magic.

Come on, Emototron.

Let's hit the show.

You know, Kobe, none of this would have
happened if you had just accepted my

help. I told you I didn't want your
help. Yeah, you wanted mine. No, I

want anyone's help.

I entered the science fair because I
always wanted to be like Dad.

And I wanted to prove that I could
follow in your footsteps.

Well, I had no idea.

It doesn't matter anyways, because it's
obvious I don't know what I'm doing.

Well, who fixed the volcano? You did.

Actually, the Internet did. I just
watched a video on my phone, and it told

what to do.

Okay, well, who knew how to look up that
video? You did.

It's pretty clear science isn't my
thing.

I'm sorry I let you down, Dad.

You didn't let me down, Colby.

If you're not good at science, it just
means you're destined to be better at

something else.

After all, you're the, uh, chosen one.

Wow. Your forehead vein didn't pop out
when you said that. That's progress.

I'm sorry, too, Colby.

I was so busy trying to show Dad up, I
didn't realize I was doing the exact

thing to you that he did to me.

Look, I only take over because I don't
want you to fail.

I guess I should let you learn from your
mistakes.

But I will always be proud of you, no
matter what.

Thanks, Dad.

But you really embarrass me, and then
I'll just tell people you're not my son.

I hope

you didn't leave your precious pottery
class on my account. Well, that and

Sergio threw us out after Celia answered
his grandpa.

Oh, by the way, she said you owe a 40
buck.

Look, Amy, it's obvious Hartley and I
doing pottery class bothers you.

No.

If pottery makes you happy for whatever
strange reason that might be, I

shouldn't stand in your way.

Actually, I'm fine with taking a break.

After being pelted with balls of clay,
I'm going to go home and ice my many,

many wealth.

Why didn't you just admit you were
feeling jealous?

We're villains.

We don't talk about our feelings.

Well, maybe.

It's okay to once in a while.

I mean, if I hadn't been open about my
rage, I never would have found a hobby.

I guess when I saw how much fun you and
Hartley were having, I felt left out.

But I invited you first. I know. I guess
I just couldn't get past my deep

-seated hatred for all things pottery.

Okay. Well, just so we're clear, I
didn't do that class because I love

pottery. You didn't? No.

The whole point was to find an outlet
for my villain rage, and that's exactly

what I did.

That was one of Dad's inventions.

Well, everything's fair game when I have
a hammer in my hand.

So I sacrificed my science fair winning
streak just so you could use me as a

pawn against your sons?

That's why I like talking to you, smart
kid. You know what pawns are.

Well, you underestimated me at your
peril. I was able to fix your robot.

Or should I say, my robot.

And now he works better than ever.

Uh -oh.

Don't worry.

He just wants a hug.

Emoting vengeance.