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- Okay. Now, to dance like a robot is actually very easy.

- To be clear, I didn't ask to dance like a robot.

I asked to become a dancing robot.

- Just show us what to do.

- Great! Let's try it with music.

[ice cream truck music plays]

- Hmm, strange choice of music,

but I'm into it.

- This isn't my music.

- Trash!

Fresh trash!

- Hey, it's my friend, Briles, from the dump.

- Hey, Munch-man.

Nice robot dancing.

- Thank you, Briles!

You always say the sweetest things.

- I thought I heard the dump cart man.

- Fisher, got lots of good stuff for ya.

- Briles brought me some equipment from the dump.

I'm trying to build an air cannon powerful enough

to blow leaves off trees before they fall.

- Take that, nature!

- And it gets me out of the dump,

which is a nice distraction,

especially since Pidgey left.

- [sighs] I guess I'll ask.

Who's Pidgey?

- Oh, she was my pet pigeon.

Until she flew away! [sobbing]

- Hey, Briles. Look at me.

I would never fly away from you, buddy.

I will stay right here by your side until the very end--

[phone chimes] Oh, my phone!

- Hey, it's a KidDING from a restaurant.

But the name is just a bunch of letters.

F-N-C-E-E?

- I think it's pronounced "fancy."

- [gasps] both: Ooh!

- Sounds fancy.

- Oh, it is! I know.

I get their trash, and it is, mwah.

Ugh!

I should never have kissed that hand.

I haven't washed it since I left the dump.

- But, yeah, I've heard of FNCEE.

The waiters make salad right next to your table.

Here, let me show you. I have it bookmarked.

- [dryly] Voilà.

- Ah, my dream is to get a shot

at making the ultimate tableside salad.

- Well, I thought your dream was to become a dancing robot.

- [robotically] I can have two dreams.

- Well, let's get down to FNCEE.

We'll leave you guys to your trash.

- Pardon, but FNCEE is closed.

Ah!

Perhaps you're looking for Sloppy Burger.

It is down the street.

Enjoy the toys with your meals.

- No, we're here for the KidDING.

- But to be clear, we do like toys with our meals.

- Ah, yes. I'm Lyonne, the maître d'.

- So, is this where I'll stand when I'm the hostess?

- No, no, no, no, no.

No!

You misunderstand.

You are not going to be seen by our customers.

- Oh, so we're gonna be working in the kitchen,

like, as chefs?

- No. No, no, no, no, no, no!

No!

You are here to fix our problem with a...

[whispers] rat.

- [loudly] A rat?

- Shh!

- But we're not exterminators.

- Exactly. I cannot hire real exterminators.

The mayor is having her birthday dinner here

in five hours.

If word got out about the rat, we'd be ruined,

and no one would pay $50 for our scallops.

- I see. Would you please give us a moment?

- Of course. - Thank you so much.

I appreciate it. Thank you.

I am not going anywhere near that rat!

They try to eat you.

- No, I have a feeling that Kevin is different.

- Who's Kevin?

- That's what I just named the rat.

I name every animal I ever think about.

Watch. I'll think of a hippo.

Charles.

- Whoa.

That is the perfect name for a hippo!

- I know.

Okay, now we have to catch Kevin

so we can find him a new home.

- It'll be an adventure.

Like a safari, only with rats.

A rat-fari!

- Well, you two have fun.

I'll be at Sloppy Burger, where the rats stay in the kitchen.

- Oh, come on!

Think of scared little Kevin.

He needs our help.

[squeakily] "Help me, Presley!"

- Okay, fine.

But I'm not touching it. Or looking at it.

Or thinking about it.

Ugh! I just thought about it!

- So, you're going to catch the rat?

- Yep. - Good.

These are kitchen tools for the rat killing.

Take your pick.

I prefer the stabby thing.

- Hey! - Ow!

- We are not stabbing anything.

We are going to safely remove and re-home him.

This will be perfect to catch him.

- This will be perfect to catch him across the head.

Gently across the head.

- Whoa.

I feel like Thor.

[raspingly] Follow me.

A rat-fari awaits!

Look! There it is! - The rat?

- No, that's where waiters make salad right next to your table!

- Focus. We need to find Kevin.

- Let's do it. I'll be right behind you...

using you as a shield.

[rat squeaks] - Guys, look!

He's behind the drapes!

- Okay. I have a plan.

On three, we get it.

One, two, three. Go!

Where'd he go?

- Okay, Presley, do you see him?

- No, I think we scared it off.

Why are you looking at me like that?

- [slowly] No reason.

I just want you to remain calm.

- When you talk to me like that,

it makes me think something is wrong.

- [slowly] Everything is perfectly fine.

- We just want to talk.

- And capture the rat on your shoulder.

- [screams]

- Oh, there he goes!

[rat squeaks]

- Uh, guys? Why'd he stop?

And why is he staring at us?

- Don't worry.

He's more scared of us than we are of him.

[rat squeaks]

- He wants to eat us!

Run! [all scream]

- ♪ I got, you got me ♪

♪ We got this ♪

♪ I like the odds when we're side-by-side ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ Oh, we're taking off, gonna do this right ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ And when things go up in flames, we're on it ♪

♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪

- I can still feel the rat crawling on me.

- Oh, come on. It's just a cute little animal.

Did you see his beady little eyes and his yellow teeth?

- It tried to eat me like I was a $50-scallop!

- Guys, we gotta go back.

It's still our job to catch it.

And there's only three hours

until the mayor's birthday party starts.

- Okay, but kitchen utensils are not going

to catch that sneaky rat.

I'm calling backup.

Fisher! - No!

- Fisher!

- 'Sup, Lex?

- Fisher, we need your help.

- To kill a rat.

- To catch a rat without hurting it.

- Wink, wink.

- No winks.

- Actually, the air cannons I've been working on

might be perfect for this.

- I think this is a great plan.

Wink, wink.

- I'm not sure you understand how winking works.

- Oh, don't I?

Wink.

No, I really don't.

Can someone explain?

- Hey, thanks again

for bringing those jumpsuits from the dump.

- Oh, in the biz, we call them dumpsuits.

And I'm happy to.

I know what it's like getting bit by rats.

Better than opossums,

worse that raccoons.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Yeah!

Oh, yeah! Yeah!

Now that's an entrance!

- See? Told you the smoke machine was worth it.

- Okay, now you can use

those high-powered portable air cannons

to herd the rat into this.

It's a trap that will safely suck the rat in.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh. Can we go back

to the high-powered air cannons, please?

- Right. There's something you should know.

Your packs are set to level two.

Turning them any higher would blow air

at the same velocity as a hurricane.

- Why would you add a setting that's too powerful to use?

- I'm a scientist, but I'm still a kid.

Okay, everyone. Power up your rat packs.

[rat-packs whirring]

- [imitates whirring]

Just wanted to feel like I was a part of things.

- Okay. See if you can get this fake rat from here,

over to the trap.

[rat-packs whooshing]

I'll open the trap.

[rat trap dings]

When you see the light turn green,

that means you've trapped the rat inside.

- Garbage and science working together.

Whoo!

- Uh, hey, uh, ever since Pidgey left,

I've been looking at getting a new pet.

Maybe I could bring that little rat you catch home

to live at the dump?

- Well, I do have an extensive screening process

on animal owners.

- What if I interview Briles for you?

I know exactly what you're looking for.

I've read your animal adoption blog.

All 700 pages, twice.

- Huh, I never thought your obsession with me

would be helpful.

Interview away. both: Yes!

- Boy, you just never know the days

that are gonna change your life forever.

[Ray Parker Jr.'s "Ghostbusters" playing]

♪ ♪

- We're back.

Empty?

Well, that was a waste of an entrance.

- Where have you been?

I hired you to catch the rat

and the mayor's birthday starts in two hours.

- [gasps] That's only two hours from now!

- So get in and catch the rat.

- With this baby, we have plenty of time!

[rat-pack whooshing]

Sorry!

- [bitterly] You fill me with confidence.

Now go! - Okay.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Very impressive résumé.

- Oh! Thank you.

I found it last week in the trash.

- Very resourceful...

and gross.

Using this stuffed rat,

show me how you'd tuck him in at night.

- [clears throat]

♪ Rock-a-bye, Kevin ♪

♪ In the trash dump ♪

♪ I hope in your dreams ♪

♪ You run, play, and jump ♪

- Wow, you're really good at this--

- [softly] Shh! He's sleeping.

- Okay, let's focus and safely catch Kevin.

We just need to catch him away from anything breakable, and--

oh, my gosh, is that a chocolate fountain?

There is nothing better than coating your food

with chocolate from a fountain.

- You obviously have not seen salad being made tableside.

- [screams] Rat!

[rat-pack whooshes, tableware shatters]

- That wasn't a rat. That was a napkin!

- But I got it pretty good, right?

- Yes, but we have to be careful

so we don't mess this place up.

- There he is! Let's blast him.

- No! Hey, we can't.

He's right next to the chocolate fountain.

- Then what are we gonna do?

- Munchy, you brought cheese to lure the rat?

That's brilliant!

- No, I found it in the pocket of this suit from the dump.

- Ooh! Wait, give me that!

Come follow this cheese away from the chocolate fountain.

- So I can blast you, you vicious monster.

- Presley, it worked!

- Eat air, rat!

[rat-packs whoosh]

- It went under the table! - Okay.

Keep him pinned down, and I'll slide in the trap!

- Okay.

[rat-packs whooshing]

[rat trap thuds, dings]

- [gasps]

The light is green! That means Kevin's in there.

- And we didn't even break anything!

- Okay, let's tell Lyonne we caught her rat.

- But first, a celebration. Who wants sparkling cider?

- Munchy, no! - Not from the bottom!

- Oh, did you guys want some too?

- No. - Hey!

- Done! [stopwatch beeps]

- Impressive time!

- That's the first time I've put a diaper on a rat!

- We got him!

- Well, you'll be happy to hear

that Briles is the perfect candidate to adopt Kevin.

- Great! You can bring him home right now.

- Yes! I'm so glad I brought my rat car seat.

- Say hello to your new best friend.

- That's not a rat. It's a napkin.

- I'm not opposed to a pet napkin,

but I had my heart set on a rat.

- That sneaky rat must have tricked us

into capturing a napkin.

- Do you know what this means? - [gasps]

The restaurant is gonna be one napkin short for dinner!

- And Kevin is still on the loose!

- Oh, that is more important.

- And the mayor's birthday is going to start in--

20 minutes ago.

- Okay, let's get back to that restaurant and rescue Kevin.

- So, what do you guys want to do while they're gone?

- Presley! - Presley, come on.

- Noo! Don't make me!

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No!

You caught the rat. I paid you.

You are never to return to FNCEE.

- Listen, Lyonne.

And you're gonna laugh when you hear this.

- We thought we caught Kevin the rat,

but we really caught one of your napkins.

- What?

- And here's the funny part:

the rat is still somewhere in your restaurant.

Isn't that funny?

[forced laughter]

- This is what I get for hiring buffoons.

The mayor is already inside with her party.

- Don't worry.

We're going to, how you say, catch le rat.

- Not dressed like that, you're not.

You look like exterminators.

- I see what you're saying.

We'll dress up all the waiters to look like exterminators.

That way, we blend in.

- Or we dress you up to look like the waiters.

- Ah. - That makes more sense.

[elegant piano music]

♪ ♪

- There's Mayor Gildersleeve.

I recognize her from that one time I watched the news.

- Okay. Let's go find Kevin.

- Okay.

- Enjoy your meal.

Enjoy your meal.

- Excuse me, waiter.

I would like you to make me a tableside salad.

- Oh, my gosh! It's happening!

[clears throat] I mean, right away, mademoiselle.

Voilà!

- This looks amazing!

Mmm! And it tastes even better!

[clinks glass]

As mayor and birthday girl,

I demand everyone try this salad!

[crowd murmurs]

- Oh, my gosh. Do you see that?

- I know! Munchy is incredible at making salads!

He turned that radish into a flower.

- No!

Over there. It's Kevin the rat.

- [whimpers] I see him!

- But how are we supposed to catch him

with everybody watching?

- Voilà!

- That's it!

I'll signal to Munchy to get everyone into the lobby.

Munchy!

- There is no way Munchy's gonna know what that means.

- Anyone who wants a salad, please follow me to the lobby!

all: [chanting] Salad! Salad! Salad!

- This is why I should never underestimate Munchy.

- What can I say? I know how the dude thinks.

Okay, let's get ourselves a rat.

- Okay.

- What is happening?

- I'm making salads in the lobby.

- This is not a lobby. It's a foyer.

- Then I'm making salads in the foyer.

- Salad in the lobby?

What a birthday I'm having!

- Anything for the mayor.

[both laugh]

- Okay.

Time to crank our rat-packs up to level three.

- What? No. Hey! Fisher said anything higher

than a level two would blast out air like a hurricane.

- Do you want to catch this rat or not?

- [sighs] You're right.

Kevin needs us.

Kevin.

Come here, buddy.

- Kevin, Presley's coming for ya.

There!

[rat-pack whooshes]

[chocolate fountain clatters]

[both gasp]

- My beautiful chocolate fountain!

- Over there!

[rat-pack whooshes]

[cake splatters]

- He got away! Where is he?

- There's no way to tell!

Just blast and scream!

[both screaming] [rat-packs whooshing]

[bang, clatters] - What was that?

- That's the sound of me creating salad art!

[bang, glass shatters] Uh, I have an idea.

Let's have everybody chant "salad" again.

all: [chanting] Salad! Salad! Salad!

Salad! Salad!

- Presley, don't move. He's on the table.

- Let's blast him! - No, don't!

He's next to the sparkling cider tower.

It's the only thing we haven't destroyed.

- Okay. Then bring your trap over here!

- I'm scared if I move, he'll run away again.

Just grab him. - With what?

- Your hands!

- No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No!

- You can do this. I believe in you.

Just pretend it's not a rat.

It's a tiny, fuzzy puppy.

- Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

It does not feel like a tiny, fuzzy puppy!

- Here. The trap.

[rat trap dings]

Rat, secured!

- What have you done?

You have destroyed my beautiful restaurant!

- No.

The tower of glasses is still standing.

- Yeah, see? Good as new!

[rat-pack whooshes] [screams]

- You three kids are in so much trouble.

I am calling the authorities.

- I don't think so.

This young man just made me the best salad of my life.

I hereby give him and his two friends

a mayoral pardon.

- Yeah!

- Now let's go to Sloppy Burger!

- Yeah!

- Salad kid, you wanna roll with us?

- Salad kid is in!

- Okay, Briles, are you ready to meet Kevin?

- Never more ready for anything in my life!

- What?

It's empty. Kevin must have escaped!

Find him!

Okay. Forget it, Presley. He's gone.

- That's okay.

I think I'm finally over my fear of rats.

Wherever Kevin is, I hope he's happy.

- Well, the good news is, he's happy.

- What?

- [slowly] Everything is perfectly fine.

- Oh, no! Not again!

Why do rats love my shoulder?

Okay. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

Tiny, fuzzy puppy. Tiny, fuzzy puppy.

[screams]

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