Original subtitles

[theme music playing]

Hi, I'm Cory, Cory Carson.

-[laughs] -Hey, kiddo.

♪ Go! Go! ♪

Cory!

[all cheering]

-Chrissy! -♪ Go! Go! ♪

Whee!

-Come back here. -♪ Go! Go! ♪

[cheering]

-♪ Go! Go! ♪ -[train whistle blowing]

♪ Cory Carson ♪

[car horn honks]

[Cory] "Cops & Robbers."

[man] Welcome to Fenderson's where we love our customers

and are happy to have the same exact job for...

[sigh]

...28 years.

Uh, are you okay?

-Where are the toys? -Whoa!

Toys! Toys! Toys! Toys!

All right, kiddos, meet us at the checkout in ten minutes.

[Chrissy giggling]

-[woman over PA] Cleanup on aisle five. -Whoa.

-Aha! -[screams]

Hey, Chrissy, wanna play cops and robbers?

Robbers!

You stole those diamonds, took millions from a helpless billionaire,

and you stole my heart.

[laughs]

Come here, you!

-No! -[imitates siren]

-[humming action music] -[laughing]

Oh!

Huh? [roars]

[in slow-motion] Robber!

[Chrissy laughs]

Whoa, she's good.

Whoa!

[choir music playing]

[Cory imitates siren]

Ahh.

[crashes]

I hope that's somebody else's kids.

-[Chrissy laughing] -What was all that noise?

Uh, we're playing cops and robbers.

That's a pretty big mess you made.

Not to worry, ma'am.

I've cleaned up messes like this for...

[sighs]

...28 years.

Okay, thanks.

[whimpers]

[Cory Come here, you.

[Chrissy] No, no, no, no. You can't get me. [laughs]

[Cory] You're cornered.

Oh, no!

It's time to give up the goods.

Okay.

Huh? Chrissy, did you take this from the store?

-Yes! -But... why would you do that?

-Robber! -Oh, no.

I've led Chrissy to a life of crime.

You could go to jail!

[Mama] Kids, bedtime!

Quick, hide the evidence.

[Mama] Good night, my sweet little angels.

Mama, do you love me?

Of course I do, honey.

[whispers] Even if I'm a criminal?

-A what? -Oh... [laughs] Nothing.

[laughs] Go to sleep, sweetie.

[whimpers]

-[camera clicking] -Cory, why?

Cory, why?

Veggie-tables? Why?

Ahh! Huh? [pants]

[Chrissy snoring]

Whew! I've gotta save Chrissy from the clink.

All right. I've been thinking a lot, Chrissy, and this is how I see it.

You stole a ball, and that makes you a--

-Robber! -Robber, right.

And we all know where robbers go.

Mm-hmm.

-Crib. -Uh, no.

I get why you're confused. That does look like your crib.

But that's supposed to be jail.

Anyway, if we take the ball back to Fenderson's Store,

we can un-steal it, and you don't have to go to jail.

-Got it? -Yep.

-Jail. -Uhh, no.

Just follow me and act normal.

Hey, Ms. Motors, did you get a car wash?

You're looking great today.

Hi, Cory. How are you?

I'm just acting normal. Not trying to avoid the cops or anything.

-Wait, what? -Uh, okay, bye!

[whispers] I think it's going really well.

-Cops! -What?

-Hi! -[humming a tune]

-Huh? -[continues humming]

[screams, gasps] Come on, Chrissy!

[whimpering]

[panting]

Stay here.

Whew. I think we lost him.

-Lost who? -[screams]

[chuckles] Well, what are you kids up to?

Uhh, nothing. We're just--

-Robbers! -Mm!

-Robbers? -Uh, Robert... Racecar.

We're meeting our friend, Robert Racecar.

Robert Racecar? Never heard of him.

[nervous laughter] Um, we better get going.

Don't wanna keep him waiting.

Okay, have a ball.

Ball? [nervous laughter] Why would you say that?

-[honks] -[screams, laughs]

Bye, Chief!

Weird kid.

All right Chrissy, this is it. You got the goods?

Mm-hmm.

Nice. Now let's un-steal this ball.

Huh?

[gasps] Run!

-[woman] Thanks for coming in, Sheryl. -See you next week, Mrs. Fenders--

-Oh! -[gasps]

Oh, dear. Mmm.

I'm sorry, Carsons.

Was that your ball?

Not legally.

I'd like to report a robbery.

Hmm. What was stolen?

A rubber ball.

Can you describe the criminal?

Well, she's lime green,

and she's really kind of adorable.

Robber!

But since it's kind of my fault,

I think I should be the one to go to jail.

Hmm. I'm gonna have to run this up the chain of command.

Okay.

I guess this is it for me.

Promise to take care of my toys, will ya?

Cory, there's somebody here to see you.

Is it my lawyer?

Not quite.

Hey, guys.

Mama!

Thanks for coming to say goodbye.

-Goodbye? -Yeah, before my jail time.

Oh, honey, you're not going to jail.

It was nice that you wanted to take care of your sister,

but next time, you need to talk to me or Papa first, understand?

Yes, ma'am.

And to you, young lady, no more stealing.

You understand me?

Okay. No more robber.

Hey! That's my wallet!

-Oh-- [laughs] -Grrrr!

I'm so sorry about that.

[theme music playing]