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[upbeat music]

Guys! Peyton Pittman just posted

his jet is about to

fly over the store!

[gasps]

No way!

Who's Peyton Pittman?

Uh, young hotshot

tech billionaire.

International ladies' man.

[Ricky and Dicky]

Basically me with money.

You wish.

No, you wish!

Stop saying what I'm saying!

Jambalaya! Pants!

Tractor-face!

[all]

Whoa.

Guys, hurry up!

- I heard the inside of his jet

is wallpapered with money.

- I heard the outside

is covered in gold.

- It can't be

covered in gold.

[jet flying overhead]

[all]

Ooh--ahh!

[all]

Ooh.

The legends are true.

I wish I was stupid rich

like that.

If I was stupid rich,

I'd buy an island.

- I'd buy two islands.

- Why do you need two islands?

I'm gonna need

a vacation island.

A dude's gotta relax.

- Oh, hey, have you kids

seen your father?

He asked me to bring out

all these shoes.

- Hello, family!

[all shout]

Look at this busy mom,

so exhausted from lugging around

all of the footwear

for her children's various

athletic activities.

There's got to be

a better way.

- She could use a bag.

- Or a basket.

- Or a box.

- Or a supportive husband.

Well, now there is.

Introducing my latest invention,

Choez.

Did you just say

you invented shoes?

Yes, that's right, Choez,

the shoes that can be

anything you choose!

The name needs work.

You should call 'em

Sweet Foot Rides.

- Ice skating, you say?

Why not?

Just choose

the ice skating attachment.

Or choose from these many other

attachment options.

Wow, Tom, this might be

your best idea yet.

You'd like me

to demonstrate them? Why, sure!

Now watch...

as I...

choose...

to leap into the future...

of Choez!

Somebody throw me

an alley-oop!

[loud crash]

He got nothing but net.

Well, at least

the shoes worked.

They definitely did.

He got sick air!

Where did that come from?

Guys, dad's shoes could be

our ticket to stupid rich town.

Stupid Rich Town!

That's what I'm gonna call

my second island.

[upbeat music]

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na, hey! ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

[whistling melody]

♪ ♪

[rhythmic clapping]

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Na na na na na-na ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na-na, hey! ♪

- ♪ One, two ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

Dad, your Choez are amazing.

They gave you mad hops.

I don't even know

what those words mean!

So when are you gonna

start selling them?

Oh, Choez are nowhere near

ready to sell.

This is my only pair, and they

still need a bit of work.

What are you talking about?

You're straight trippin', yo!

Who am I?

Yeah, just go make some more,

slap 'em in a box,

bada-bing, bada-boom,

we buy some islands.

It's not that easy, Dicky.

It takes years to perfect

a product like this.

Come on, Dad,

you're always coming up

with these great inventions,

and you never try to sell them.

Oh, remember the chopsticks

with the spoons on the end?

Yeah, turns out

those were just long spoons.

What about the drumsticks

with spoons on the end?

Also long spoons.

Focus on what you're good at!

Shoes!

Ah, look, I don't have time

for this, kids.

Doyle Thomas from Apollo is

coming here today

to check out the new displays.

W-w-wait, a guy from

Apollo Footwear is coming here?

This is your chance, Dad.

Show 'em those shoes,

and we'll all be rich!

Kids, I appreciate

your support,

but you can't get rich

overnight.

Besides, I'm just not ready

to show him the shoes.

Come on, you seemed so ready

a minute ago.

Yeah, to show you guys,

but not him, not today.

Hey, guys.

[sneezes]

- Bless you.

- Thank you, Ricky.

- Hmm?

- What?

- I sneezed.

- That's okay.

I know that's okay, it's just,

you didn't say "bless you."

That's 'cause Ricky got it.

He's the fastest bless

in the west.

No, I know, but you know,

it'd be nice if

once in a while my husband

said "bless you."

Oh, okay, I'm sorry.

Bless you.

I didn't sneeze.

Well, the next time you do,

you'll already have one

in the bless you bank.

- Not a thing, Tom.

- Sure, it is.

I just opened an account,

and you know what?

It comes with free hugging.

Hmm?

[chuckles]

Save a hug for me, Tommy!

Doylee!

[both laughing]

Oh, how's business?

Oh, well, you know, there's no

business like shoe business.

[both laugh]

Look at him over there,

not making us rich!

Get this: I'm staying

at the Chateau Chantelle.

I'm in Le Doorbell Suite.

Oh, man, I wish I knew

what it sounded like

to have Doorbell Suite money.

He could if he just

listened to us.

We gotta help him.

♪ Dingdong dingdong ♪

[Tom and Doyle]

♪ Dongding dingdong ♪

- Hey, Dad, I've--

- We're in the middle of kind of

an important meeting here, kids.

- Is that really

what it sounds like?

- I'm not kidding, you got to

come by and check it out!

I would love that!

That's it. If Dad won't try to

sell his shoes, we will.

Yeah. We have to convince

Doyle that every kid

in town is gonna want

a pair of Dad's...

uh, what'd he call them again?

- Uh, Choez!

- Bless you.

♪ ♪

The Apollo display's

looking great, Tommy Boy!

Dad!

There's a raccoon

in your office.

And he's on your computer.

He can type?

Not well.

Excuse me,

I have to deal with this.

Oh, no.

Here I come!

Uh, Mr. Thomas? Before you go,

we need to show you something.

- Something new.

- Something incredible.

Something that's gonna bring in

the Benjamins, boy-ee!

Sorry.

In this box

is a shoe that will change

the athletic footwear game

forever.

One shoe with changeable bottoms

that does it all

for every sport.

Our dad invented them.

And he chooses to call them...

Sweet Foot Rides.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down there, Quad Squad.

I mean, Sweet Foot Rides

is a pretty cool name,

but I'm sure your daddy-o

would have told me about 'em

if he wanted me to know, so I

don't think this is for me.

Uh, would you excuse us for sec?

Quaddle up!

We're losing him, guys.

What do we do?

Promise him an island!

Maybe we should go get Dad

and tell him

Doyle already loves the name.

No, he'll be mad

we went behind his back.

And when he finds out that I put

a real raccoon in the office.

[Dawn, Ricky, and Nicky]

You what?

You want a gold plane

or not?

Uh, guys?

Doyle's gone.

And so are

the Sweet Foot Rides!

He stole them!

Homeboy just schooled us

like a bunch of chumps.

I need to lie down.

♪ ♪

Hey, kids.

Hey, Mom, you know,

we have a question for you.

- Let's say...

- Hypothetically.

That we had a sweet boxed lunch,

say a ham sandwich.

- I don't like ham.

- Okay, fine, it's turkey.

I don't care for turkey.

Fine, it's leftover pizza.

I'm more of a soup man.

The point is...

somebody took it.

Wait, wait, somebody

stole your lunch?

- Hypothetically.

- Who was it?

Was it that Lewis?

Let's not point

hypothetical fingers.

But the bottom line is...

is it wrong to take back

something that was

stolen from you?

Well, hypothetically, no.

But, if that Lewis really did

steal your lunch,

then, I'm sorry, I'm going

to have to call his mo--

I didn't even get

to frost them!

Thanks, Mom.

[phone line ringing]

[Lewis on phone]

Hello?

Oh, hello, Lewis.

Is your mother there?

♪ ♪

Here it is,

the Doorbell Suite.

How are we gonna get in?

I got this.

[gasps] You don't just

ring the bell!

Yeah, what if he answers?

That's when we kick him

in the shins and steal

the Sweet Foot Rides back.

That's not the plan.

Oh. Okay,

then I'll follow your lead.

- Hide!

[doorbell chimes]

What kind of plan is this?

Okay, now that we know that

he's not in there,

all we have to do

is get inside.

Maybe we can get the housekeeper

to let us in.

- Yeah.

- Good idea!

We'll just tell her we're

locked out and start crying.

Everybody knows housekeepers

can't stand crying.

Where'd you hear that?

Oh, the magazines

in Mom's bathroom basket.

I've learned lots of things.

We don't need to cry.

All we have to do is tell her

we're locked out.

Um, excuse me, miss?

We had a--

[all]

Oh.

Why does everybody assume

I'm a woman?

Men can be housekeepers too.

You're right, we've insulted

both men and women housekeepers

with our thoughtless

generalization.

Our apologies...

Leslie.

Men can be named Leslie too.

Okay, anyway, we're the Thomas

kids, and our dad forgot

to give us the keys,

so would you mind letting us in?

Sorry, it's against

hotel policy.

[fake sobbing]

Okay, okay, I'll let you in.

Just stop.

I can't stand crying.

Told ya.

Whoa... and I thought

the doorbell was nice!

There's the box right on top

of that huge bed.

We all know what we need to do.

- Okay.

Now let's get the box.

- Yeah.

[door unlocks]

- Someone's at the door!

- I'll get it.

- No, hide!

Go, go, go!

♪ Dingdong dingdong ♪

We gotta get

the Sweet Foot Rides.

All right, that's it.

It's shin kicking time.

Does anyone smell

sweet and sour pork?

There's no kicking.

We're not hooligans.

[sniffs]

Definitely sweet and sour pork.

[cell phone rings]

Hey, boss.

No, I am done

with my sales meetings.

I'm not going anywhere

for the rest of the night.

Was there anything

in Mom's magazine

that could get us out of this?

No, but I do know

ten heart-healthy stretches

that we should all be

doing every day.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

And...release.

[all]

Ahh.

I really needed that.

All right, now what do we do?

Work the glutes!

No!

About getting out of here.

[Doyle]

I got big news, boss.

Shh! He's got big news!

I just got my hands

on a prototype

of a hot, new,

multiuse sport shoe

that could change

the footwear game forever.

Do you think he's talking

about Sweet Foot Rides?

I'm talking

about Sweet Foot Rides.

Yeah, come by the hotel

before you fly out tonight.

You can grab the shoes and take

them back to the office.

[all gasp]

Very well.

[water running]

That's the shower.

Now's our chance.

Let's grab the box

and get out of here!

♪ ♪

Okay, now let's get out of here.

Yeah.

Oh, wait! Let's leave

something lame in the box

to embarrass Doyle

in front of his boss.

Yeah!

Ooh, how about

the hotel slippers?

Oh, yeah!

Oh, come on!

All right.

Now let's go.

Ow, my glute!

This is why we stretch,

people!

♪ ♪

So naturally, that Lewis's mom

is totally taking his side

on the whole lunch thing.

Oh, get this, supposedly,

they're in Florida.

Pfft.

They are in Florida.

You've been watering their

plants and taking in their mail.

Haven't you?

I will be right back.

[sneezes]

Tom?

What? Remember, you have one

in the bless you bank.

Ohh!

- [sneezes]

- Bless you.

Oh! Thank you...

Ricky.

Okay, how am I supposed to

compete with that?

When I was his age, I was

blessing 'em two at a time!

Hey, kids! Come over here.

Welcome home.

Um, nothing.

We just went to the laundromat,

and, um...

Uh, won a laundry contest

they were having!

We folded under pressure.

[all laugh]

Well, congratulations

on your win.

Now, I've got a story

you are not gonna believe.

This morning, after I couldn't

find the raccoon in the office,

I saw the Sweet Foot Rides box

on the counter and thought,

"My kids are right.

Tommy's tired of not

getting his."

So I kissed my huge muscles,

marched up to that box,

and grabbed it off the counter

to go present my shoes to Doyle.

[applause]

I was so proud

of my courageous decision,

I heroically skipped

out of the store to find him.

- You really skipped?

- On the inside.

- People clapped?

- On the inside.

You kissed your muscles?

Look, I did not question

your laundromat story.

The point is,

Doyle loved my idea so much,

he's presenting the prototype

to his boss tonight.

And, Dicky, he loved the name

Sweet Foot Rides.

I do have a knack

for naming things.

How about a nickname

for the old man?

I'm thinking...

The Skipper.

Nailed it.

Look at The Skipper go.

Dicky, don't you see

what this means?

All right, fine.

Bowl Cut, Toilet Hog,

Tiny Pants.

No, not nicknames.

We gotta get the real Sweet Foot

Rides back in the box.

You're right, Bowl Cut.

Let's go save The Skipper.

♪ ♪

[all fake crying]

- Thank you, Leslie!

You da man!

[all fake sobbing]

Okay, all we have to do is

put the real Foot Rides

back in the box

and get out.

Be strong.

[toilet flushing]

- Doorbell!

- That's the toilet!

- Doyle's still here!

- Hide!

♪ ♪

That's right, Ma,

Le Doorbell Suite.

Mm-hmm.

Where's the ice bucket?

It's got to be

around here somewhere.

Oh! There it is,

right in front of my eyes.

What's that?

The view?

Let's just open up

the old curtains

and take a look-see, huh?

Ah. Wait a minute.

Who's this little fella?

It's a ladybug!

That means good luck.

Which I didn't have with

my new Apollo odor-proof socks.

I had the Denver Yetis

test them out, and, uh...

odor-proof they are not.

Whoo! All right, look, my boss

will be here any minute

for my big presentation.

I'm gonna get my sport coat on.

All righty.

And...ooh!

I forgot my tie.

[doorbell chimes]

All right, Ma,

look, she's here.

I gotta go.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Okay.

That was close,

right, Dawn?

Where'd Dawn go?

She must be in the safe.

If she's in the safe,

we have much bigger problems.

Not as big as that one.

Dad?

I see you two have met.

Yes, we rode up

in the elevator together.

I sneezed.

He didn't say "bless you."

Can we move this along?

Uh, of course, of course,

Ms. Apollo, and, uh,

I can't wait to see your face

when you open that box.

This is bad.

When she opens that box,

all she's gonna find

are slippers.

Well, if they're half as good

as Doyle says, I think we'll...

- [sneezes]

[Ricky] Bless you.

I know that "bless you."

That's the fastest bless

in the west.

- Oh, boys!

- Get him!

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry!

[Ms. Apollo]

I don't believe what I'm seeing.

Sorry, these are just...

my kids.

They just won

a laundromat competition.

Not them, that!

Hey.

That would...also be my kid.

Wow, she got sick air!

True dat.

How'd you even get up there?

Um...I'm glad you asked!

You ever look at a regular pair

of shoes and think,

"Man, I wish I could jump

all the way

to the ceiling fan with those?"

Well, now you can,

with Sweet Foot Rides.

Is this part

of your presentation?

Ye--no--may--

- It's very clever.

- Yes.

What else can

those Sweet Foot Rides do?

Uh...why don't you tell her,

Dad?

Um, well,

I am also glad you asked.

Those are just

the jumper attachments.

But Sweet Foot Rides can do

so much more, for example--

[all yell]

[Dawn groaning]

That was also

part of the presentation.

Keep going.

Uh, why cart around

ten different types of shoes

when all you need is

one Sweet Foot Ride?

- [sneezes]

- Bless you!

- Beat you!

- Ugh!

♪ ♪

We're not happy you lied.

And snuck

into someone's hotel room.

Twice.

And worst of all,

you lied about winning

a laundromat competition.

But I have to admit, if it

weren't for you kids pushing me,

I never would have shown

those shoes to Doyle.

He thinks they're gonna be

huge sellers.

- We're gonna be gold jet rich!

- Whoo!

- Yes!

- Hey, hey, hey, not so fast.

I told you,

you don't get rich overnight.

No, first they have to be tested

by the Apollo sneakerologists.

How long will that take?

Three or four weeks?

Three or four years.

[all groaning]

But, but, but,

in the meantime,

we can live like

we're Doorbell Suite rich.

[doorbell melody]

Now make it sound like a toilet.

♪ ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪