Original subtitles

[upbeat music]

Guys, you should be working

on your bridge assignments.

We are. We're de-fudging

the sticks.

Oh! Shh.

Judge Junior's coming back on

with his ruling.

And his clever word play.

- In the case

of the careless cat-sitter,

I have reached a verdict.

Or I should I say purr-dict.

Purr-dict?

He's pun-believable.

- Guilty!

Case closed.

All right.

Break's over.

Time to buckle down

and get back to work.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- Let's do it.

Did you guys just eat

an entire box of fudge pops?

No.

We ate six boxes.

[gasps]

- Okay, this is

out of control.

You kids are eating

way too much junk food.

- Your mother's right.

The Harper house is now

a healthy house.

Only nutritious snacks

from here on out.

[all]

Oh!

Right, Tom?

- Mm-hmm.

Normally, I'd say

you're setting a bad example,

but the brain freeze

you're about to have

will say it for me.

Ha!

[yelps]

- See, kids?

You can't hurt yourself

with fruit.

Oh!

I just bit my tongue.

[all]

Oh.

- What happened to the sticks

with jokes on them?

I want my bridge

to make people laugh.

Oh, I think

you've got that covered.

Wait.

Is that one of my joke sticks?

Well, I don't see

your name on it.

Unless your name is "Where can

you find a nosy hot pepper?

"Jalapeno business."

Just give it.

- No!

- Oh!

[gasps]

- My bridge.

- Whoops.

You did that on purpose!

No, I didn't.

It was an accident.

- Was not.

- Was too!

- Not!

- Too!

[both]

Mom!

No, Mom is dealing

with Dad's brain freeze.

[Tom]

It hurts so much, Anne.

Too bad we can't go on

Judge Junior to settle this.

We don't need Judge Junior.

We can take this

to a different court.

All rise.

Quad Court is now

in session.

The Honorable Dawn Harper

presiding.

Hey, hey, hey.

No fair.

The Honorable Ricky Harper

was powdering his wig.

I should be the judge.

- Should not.

- Should too.

- Not!

- Too!

- I'm the better judge.

- No, I am.

[both shouting]

Couldn't you both be judges?

[grumbles]

- Sure.

- That'll work.

Huh.

Jalapeno business.

Now I get it!

Good one, stick.

[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 ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na-na ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

[upbeat music]

All right.

Quad Court's in session.

Fine.

- That felt good.

- I know, right?

Nicky, can you please

tell the court,

in your own words,

what happened?

I was building my bridge,

minding my own business,

when Colonel Cool Hair

came over--

- Objection!

My hair is not cool.

It's awesome.

Case closed.

It's not closed.

You broke my bridge

because I insulted yours.

I swear, Your Honors.

I only broke his bridge because

I wanted the joke sticks.

[both gasp]

So you did do it on purpose.

Fine.

I confess.

But I ask the court, is that

really what this is all about?

That's all this is about.

Dicky Harper, in "The Case of

Nicky's Bridge is ♪ Falling

Down,

Falling Down, Falling Down ♪",

you are guilty.

Dicky Harper,

you are hereby sentenced

to carry Nicky Harper's backpack

around for one day.

That seems fair.

This... is...

so not fair.

It seems fair to me.

Ooh, a penny.

Let's save this little fella

for later.

Oh!

[grunts]

I object.

[both]

We'll allow it.

[upbeat music]

Plain yogurt?

Delicious ice cream.

[chuckles]

Mm.

[gasps]

I love plain yogurt!

What a run.

Now that all that sugar's

out of my body,

I feel so alive

and full of energy.

Yeah, sugar-free's

the way to be.

I feel like I could

run another ten miles.

Oh, I could run 11.

Great, let's go.

- Now?

- Yeah.

I have to finish my yogurt, so--

Here, let me help you.

- No, no, I got it.

- Okay, great, let's go.

[yelps]

[Anne]

Tom?

[whimpering]

I love running!

[yips]

[upbeat music]

[all]

Ugh.

Okay.

Everyone just

close your eyes and imagine

the vegetables are a pizza,

the salad is nachos,

and this apple is a fried

mac and cheese ball.

It's working.

I can smell the nachos.

I can smell the mac and cheese.

Dawn!

Sorry, Mae.

All we're eating now

are fruits and vegetables.

Our mom is trying to make us

eat healthier.

Mine, too.

Luckily my dad packed my lunch

this morning.

Mmm.

I love you, Daddy.

If anybody asks,

I've been here the whole time.

Who's gonna ask?

I know it was one of you

who toilet papered my tortoise.

And when I find out

who did this to Shelly,

you will be sent

to the principal's office.

Which is my office.

You will be sent to me.

[sighs]

I'm guessing it was Mack.

Oh, please.

I know Mack.

Mack would never do

something like that.

I did it.

I don't know

what got into me, but...

it felt great.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to go burp

into the PA system.

Huh.

You think you know somebody.

I'd like to know

that cinnamon roll.

Mae, look what you did

to my shirt.

Me?

I've been sitting here.

No, you borrowed it last week

and gave it back with a stain.

- Did not.

- Did too.

You owe me a new shirt.

- Do not!

- Do too!

Too bad you guys can't

settle this in Quad Court.

Quad Court?

Yeah, it's like Judge Junior.

But with us.

That's a great idea.

We should bring our case

to you.

Totally.

I don't really know.

It's more of a...

family thing.

Would you guys settle our case

in Quad Court

if we brought snacks?

You know,

the kind my daddy makes?

[both]

We'll see you in court.

[upbeat music]

Quad Court is now

in session.

The Honorable Nicky...

- Ricky...

- Dicky...

And Dawn Harper

presiding.

Today, we will hear

"The Case of Who's to Blame for

the Mystery Stain."

Before we proceed,

will the two parties

please approach the bench

with their court fees?

[all]

Ooh.

Judges, does this

please the court?

Mm-hmm.

Very pleased.

It's good to be the judge.

Okay, I gotta ask.

Is this court thing happening?

Is it not happening?

Right, sorry.

Let's begin.

[sighs]

Molly, please tell the court

in your own words what happened.

Well, I loaned Mae this shirt

and it came back

with this stain.

I've heard enough.

Molly, I sentence you

to go out with me.

Mae, what's your side

of the story?

Well, Molly loaned me the shirt,

I wore it on Wednesday,

and when I gave it back,

it didn't have a stain on it.

I've heard enough.

Mae, I sentence you

to go out with me.

Wait, Wednesday?

Wasn't that the day

that we did each other's nails?

Yeah, but we didn't get any

on the shirt.

We'll be the judges

of that.

Let's see

your nails.

And the shirt.

[gasping]

Whoops.

Guess I'm guilty.

The judges will now deliberate.

Have you guys tried

the mini hot dogs?

The fritter is so--

[all whispering excitedly]

Are we getting a verdict?

Are we not getting a verdict?

[all]

Guilty!

Mae B. Valentine,

the court sentences you

to apologize to Molly.

And replace her shirt.

And go out with me.

Or get Molly to go out with me.

Judge Dicky ain't picky.

Case closed.

Argument settled.

Let's eat.

- Mmm.

- Oh.

- Oh, yeah.

- Mmm.

Too bad we don't have

any more cases.

I could really use a milkshake

to wash down this fritter.

- More cases.

I wonder...

Anyone else have a case

they'd like for us to settle?

Looks like justice

is about to be served.

In my mouth.

[upbeat music]

I don't know what tastes better.

"The Case

of the Spitball Bandit"

or "The Case

of the Lunch Line Cutter."

Two great cases

that taste great together.

Oh.

Whoa, Mack's at it again.

[whoopee cushion blows air]

[laughter]

That wasn't me!

I think I just sat on

a whoopee cushion.

[laughter]

Where does he keep coming up

with these pranks?

Forget the pranks.

Where does he keep coming up

with those

delicious cinnamon rolls?

Oh!

Mm.

[stomach gurgles]

Oh, maybe Mom was right.

Maybe we should

give up the Quad Court

and start eating healthy.

Just do what I do:

eat through the pain.

The pain is just your stomach

saying, "I want more."

[stomach growls]

Oh.

See?

That guy gets it.

Guys, we've got a problem.

We don't have any more cases.

This is the last

of our junk food.

That's not a problem.

We'll just get another case.

I mean, kids are always

fighting with each other. Yeah.

[laughter]

Doesn't look like it.

Everyone is getting along.

Do you think it's all

because of Quad Court?

Hey, guys.

Everyone's getting along.

And it's all

because of Quad Court.

[upbeat music]

Ugh.

Ooh, carrots, huh?

Nice.

You know, I am so proud of you

and your dad

for finally eating right.

You know what?

Wheat grass shots for everybody.

[all]

Yay!

[all groaning]

Delivery for Tom Harper.

Looks like a whole lot

of candy golf balls.

Shh!

Just...play it cool.

Oh, gotcha.

Don't worry,

I do community theater.

Hello, store owner.

Here is your delivery of

100% real golf balls.

Candy golf balls, you say?

Why, no they're not.

[fake laughs]

Nailed it.

Here you go.

Thank you, thank you.

Now...I'll have

my own candy bowl.

Mm-hmm.

Hidden in plain sight.

Mm.

Mm.

You, sir, are a genius.

Well, drink up.

[chuckles]

Good job.

Way to get healthy, kids.

Ugh, this is what

it's come to?

Drinking grass?

And drinking it again.

I made your dad's

extra wheat-y and grassy.

[retches]

This has to stop.

Quad Court needs more cases,

fast.

You know, just because

everyone's getting along now

doesn't mean they'll

always get along.

What if someone

stirred up a little trouble?

So you're suggesting

we start fights

just to get more court cases?

- That is unethical.

- Immoral.

And just plain wrong.

Hey, guys.

Why are you guys

looking at me like that?

Okay.

[all shuddering]

[all]

I'm in.

Looks like someone

needs to go to Quad Court.

And I know just how

we're going to get him there.

Mom!

Oh, no.

I spit backwards.

[upbeat music]

Okay, here comes Goldberg.

Operation "Fake Mack Attack

So We Can Get Our Snacks Back"

is a go.

Goldberg.

My man, what's up?

Well, I lost my retainer

in the bathroom after lunch,

so I called my mother,

but then I dropped my phone

in the toilet, and--

Yeah, yeah, great talk.

Can I borrow your history book?

It's in your locker.

Let's go.

Oh, hey, guys.

Look who I found.

Why me?

Having a disagreement?

Can't decide

who's right or wrong?

Let the Quad Court decide.

For a nom-nom-nominal fee.

What is going on here?

Mack.

It wasn't me.

That's it.

First, my tortoise.

Then the whoopee cushion.

Now there are

balls in the halls.

You are suspended.

My office, now.

- Wait, stop.

It wasn't Mack.

Oh, really?

Then who was it, hmm?

It was us.

Look, kids, I appreciate you

trying to stick up for your

friend.

But all of the evidence

points to Mack,

and that evidence says

he's guilty.

Case closed.

Wait--

- Oh.

- Here.

I won't be able to enjoy this

where I'm going.

I'm not going to be able to

enjoy this either.

- Yeah.

- I agree.

- So let's eat it sadly.

- Yeah.

[upbeat music]

Doesn't this feel great, Tom?

Don't you just feel... alive?

I feel... excruciatingly alive!

[panting]

Oh, look,

there's someone at the counter.

I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

[chuckles]

Oh, oh.

Oh, no.

Where are my sweet golf balls?

My sweet, sweet,

candy golf balls.

Where's the sugar?

Where's the sweet?

It's not there.

[upbeat music]

We know how upset

you are about Shelly,

and we think we have

just the thing to cheer her up.

Well, I hope this works, kids.

Now where is this gentleman

crawler you've found for Shelly?

Right here.

That's a dog

in a turtle costume.

What?

All right, Principal Tarian.

You caught us.

We thought we could fool you,

but you're obviously a man

who can recognize the truth.

The whole truth

and nothing but the truth.

Which is why we hope

you'll give us the chance

to show you the truth in...

[all]

The Quad Court!

Where we will prove

we set up Mack.

Kids, I'm sorry,

but Mack is clearly guilty.

You only think that because you

haven't heard all the evidence.

Mack A. Damia,

did you or did you not

put those golf balls

in Goldberg's locker?

I did not!

Case closed.

Mack, you're free to go.

What?

No, he's not.

You haven't proven anything.

But we're about to.

We call our first witness,

the Harper Quads.

[all]

That's us.

Now, did we or did we not

put those golf balls

in Goldberg's locker?

- Yes.

- We did.

Totally.

There you have it.

The Quads are guilty.

Case closed.

Mack A. Damian,

you're free to go.

Now get out of here,

you little nut.

Ah, not so fast.

You still haven't

proven anything.

But these will.

We took these from our dad's

store, which proves we did it.

Those could have

come from anywhere.

Look, I'm sorry, kids,

but I don't see any evidence

that connects you

to these particular golf balls.

- Hey, kids.

Hey, Mack.

Principal Tarian.

Don't mind me, I'm just looking

for some particular golf balls.

And these appear to be them.

See?

They really are his.

If they weren't his,

would he lick them?

- Of course he would because

they're not really golf balls.

They're candy.

[gasping]

It was Mack.

Case closed.

Mack, you're in

a lot of trouble.

No.

Since the golf balls

used in the crime

are clearly our dad's,

it proves Mack didn't do it.

And we did.

Well, I guess

you're off the hook.

[all]

Yes!

But you kids are in big trouble.

[all]

Oh.

I'll see you in my office

first thing in the morning.

They'll be there,

Principal Tarian.

I'm sorry, Mack.

This is all because we couldn't

give up eating junk food.

And our need for sweets made us

do some not-so-sweet things.

Tell me about it.

Ever since my mom started

making those cinnamon rolls,

I've been so sugared up

I just haven't been myself.

Neither have we.

So, from now on, no sweets.

Well, seeing as this is

where "no sweets" got us,

maybe we should aim

for less sweets.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- I'm sorry to interrupt,

but have you seen Shelly? I

can't find her anywhere.

[upbeat music]

♪ 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! ♪