All language subtitles for Kickin.It.S04E13_English

(upbeat music)

(Jerry grunting)

Oh!

(panting)

Oh, hey, Gross Bob.

I just came from a dark, dank place
where no man should ever have to go.

Oh, you're talking about
stall three in the men's room?

Or as I call it, "my place of business."

See, I call it that
'cause I do my business--

No, no, no, I get it. Thank you.

No, I'm talking about this thing.

The balls were coming out too fast
so I fixed it by reversing the motor.

Oh, all right.

(motor whirring)

Oh, man.

Whoa.

What's going on?

New sunset karate class just let out.

We teach it out on the wharf.

It combines
the meditative tranquility of karate

with the serenity of a beautiful sunset.

And it's full of hot ladies!

(sniffing)

Yo, this place stinks, man.

Oh, that could be my shoes.

My foot fungus is back

with a vengeance.

Whoa, dude.

Yeah, you're gonna have to spray 'em.

Spray 'em?
These things are about to blow, man.

(explosion)

Hey.

Hey, do you guys think
my job is a loser job?

- Oh, yes.
- Absolutely.

All right, everybody, we're about to begin
Moonlight Glow Bowl.

Don't forget to get
a free glow-in-the-dark milk shake.

Oh, what's a glow-in-the-dark milk shake?

Oh, they're made with a special ingredient
that glows in the dark

So you always know where your shake is.

(chuckles)
Well, if it's free

I'm gonna drink enough of 'em
till I light up like a firefly.

It's Moonlight Glow Bowl time.

Prepare to see the bowling alley light up
in magical illumination.

(dance music playing)

(groaning)

Oh, I think I overdid it.

I gotta get out of here.

I think I'm gonna hurl.

Jerry: This way, Bob. Follow me.

(groaning)

Which one's you? It's too dark.

I'm right here.

- (stomach rumbling)
- (retches)

Oh, there you are.

Man, I hate this job.

♪ Don't you get all tough with me ♪

♪ I'm saying won't you
Come kick it with me? ♪

♪ And we could have a ball
Run up the wall ♪

♪ That's just how we do ♪

♪ And no matter how much
I chop and punch ♪

♪ It's not as cool
As kickin' it with you ♪

♪ Here we go, let's start the party ♪

♪ Chop it up like it's karate ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Won't you come kick it with me? ♪

♪ And we could have a ball
Run up the wall ♪

♪ That's just how we do ♪

♪ And no matter how much
I chop and punch ♪

♪ It's not as cool
As kickin' it with you ♪

(upbeat music)

Oh, hey, Joan. What's going on?

I'll tell you what's going on.

The mayor's son is having
a birthday party here.

I'm in charge,
so security is gonna be pretty tight.

Uh, Joan, that guy just stole
your sign-up table.

(chuckles)
Oh, well.

Chief of Police told me
to even get a partner.

So listen up, potential partners.

This is an equal opportunity job.

It's based on what you know

not what you look like, okay?

Take a hike, shortstop.

Oh, not gonna happen, gramps.

Oh, waaa.

Beat feet, weird eye.

Hello, tall, dark, and hired.

Whoa, oh, oh.

Yo, Joan.

Hey, how about I become your partner?

A new job with some respect
is just what I need.

You? Oh, please.

You're not right,
you've got no experience.

You're just a kid.

Believe me, there's no shortage of people

who wanna be my part--

Welcome to the Force, partner.

(tranquil music playing)

Let the sunset take you
to a tranquil place.

Let the gentle sea breeze
take your worries away.

Let sensei Rudy take you out
for a relaxing fajita dinner.

Excuse me, pardon me.

Move!

Milton...

Get your speed walking group out of here.

- Go to the park.
- No, you go to the park.

We do our laps here
'cause it has the best views.

Yeah, we know, that's why
we do our sunset karate class here.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know
that pretending to stretch

while checking out chicks
was something you could teach.

Our class is way more legit
than your parade of hip waddlers.

- Speed walking is a joke.
- How dare you.

I challenge you
to a speed walk at the park.

Winner gets to use
the wharf courtyard at sunset.

Fine, this Wednesday at 6:00.

I'm gonna take you down.

I'm gonna take you down.

(snaps)

(scoffs)

(grunting)

Rudy: Ah! Ah! Ah!

- (Joan sighs)
- (Jerry clears throat)

All right, everyone, calm down.

We're here.

(chuckles)

Now, I want you to know

that we take security
for the mayor's son very...

(screams)

...seriously.

I am Chief of Police McGruder.

We don't care if you're
the Pirate Prince of Penzance.

This is our house, Mini Mouse.

This is our town, Charlie Brown.

This is our jurisdiction...

Charlie Brown!

All right, you two, Starsky, Hutch--

I need you to go out to the parking lot

and get my bazooka
off the roof of my minivan.

It's the one with the bazooka on the roof.

Who are you guys?

(sighs)

- Mall cops.
- Mall cops.

(laughing)

Okay, guys, calm down,
show a little respect, all right?

I requested these two
for a special mission.

(chuckles)
Oh, who's laughing now, huh?

What is it, sir? Are we going undercover?

You're going caterers.

But I thought we were here
to protect and serve?

Oh, you are.

You're going to protect the piñata.

And you're going to serve the meatballs.

Where are you going?

Well, you don't protect a piñata

without a bazooka.

♪ Kickin' it with you ♪

I can't wait to beat, Milton.

You're really working those legs hard.

Feel the burn. Feel the burn!

(heavy breathing)

Mmm.

Whoo!

Spicy.

All right, man,
I'm gonna take a five-minute break.

And them I'm gonna get in
to this shish kabob.

Rudy, the race is tomorrow.
Do you think you should train?

(laughing)

It's walking.

Winning's gonna be a piece of cake.

Ah!

Rudy, what happened?

I just slipped on a piece of cake.

Ah, there's my cake.
(laughs)

(groans)

I'm on a new fad diet.

My wife's hiding baked goods all over town

so I get my exercise.
It's called hide and go sleek.

- Does it work?
- Nope.

Jack, I think I sprained my ankle.

You're gonna have to race for us.

Well, I guess
I better start training then.

(laughing)

Ow, ow.

I'm off to train.

Milton, do you really think
you can beat us?

It's walking.

(wind whooshes)

Whoa!

He is really fast.

Yeah, he ate the shish right off my kabob.

It's my birthday party

and you've been swinging
at the piñata forever.

Pipe down, birthday boy.

I'm one swing away
from swimming in choco balls.

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

All right, good luck, hon.

This thing's made out of concrete.

Here you go-- Oh!

My candy! Mine!

My candy! My candy! My candy!

My candy! Mine! My candy!

- Joan! Joan!
- My candy! My candy!

My candy!

- Joan! Joan!
- My-- what?

Look, it's embarrassing enough
that they're using us as waiters,

and now you're making
a fool out of yourself.

I wasn't the one caught sucking the icing
off of the birthday cake.

Yes, you were.

Oh, yeah.

We're mall cops
and Chief McGruder thinks we're a joke.

We're the screaming skeletons.
Who's ready to rock?

(cheering)

Ooh, who are these guys?

Only the biggest band on the West Coast.

Ah... I'm digging their vibe.

These dudes are funky, fly, fresh.

So you like them?

I don't know.
I have no idea what I just said.

All right, could the Mayor's son
come forward?

We got a special surprise for him.

Oh, I bet it's a pony.

Nobody move, or the birthday boy gets it.

It's not a pony. Not a pony.

We're in control
and nobody is leaving this party

until your daddy pays us.

Yo, they took out the cops.

Do you know what that means?

We're Trevor's only hope.

(sighs heavily)

Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.

(distant police sirens)

What are we gonna do?

I'll tell you what we're not gonna do.

- And that's panic.
- Okay.

Okay, Jerry? We cannot freak out.

- I know.
- Oo-oh.

'Cause if we freak out, I'm telling you,

(screaming)
that's when everything happens.

So you look me in the eye.
You look at me, buddy!

Buddy, look me right in the eye
and tell me you're not gonna panic!

Say we're not gonna freak out!

Grab those two behind the counter.

See, Jerry, that's what happens
when you freak out.

Listen up, Mayor. We have your son.

And we want $25,000
or no one leaves this party.

$25,000? That's chump change.

This is the Mayor's son.

Make it 50, copper.

Why are you helping them?

You wanna make it 70,000?

Don't listen to 'em, Mayor.

They're just a bunch of crazy thugs.

Listen to 'em, Mayor.
They're a bunch of crazy thugs.

My dad will never let you out of here
once you release everyone.

Then we'll take you to our secret hideout.

And the only way your daddy

is gonna get to see you again

is if he pays us another $50,000.

Joan, they're taking Trevor.
We gotta do something.

Agreed, we gotta get out of here.

How does that help Trevor?

Who?

Oh, yeah, the boy.

Forget that, follow me.

Where do you think you're going?

Uh...

- We are caterers.
- We are.

Who are late for our next event.

Yeah, that's it. It's a...

- Bar mitzvah.
- Dog show.

Oh, no.

A dog show and a bar mitzvah?

Yes, that's right. It's a bark mitzvah.

You're not going anywhere.

Wha--
(sighs)

Fine.

But it's on you if there's
No hors d'oeuvres

when that labradoodle becomes a man.

Jack:
Rudy, do I really have to wear this?

Come on, it's part of the sport.

Nobody's gonna make fun of you.

(laughing)

Oh, man, you look dumb.

I'm sorry, just thank you
so much for racing for me.

We gotta win this and keep the wharf

for hot lady stretching time.

This may be the most important
competition of my life.

That suit is aerodynamic
and one of a kind.

Two of a kind.

(groans)
Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I got my helmet caught in the bus door.

And my front door, and the dojo door,
And I don't even want to talk about the--

Can we just start the race?

- Yeah, we'll start the race.
- Oh, I'll start the race.

Guys, guys!

All right, all right, all right.
Excuse me, look out. Here we go.

(clears throat)

Boy, do you guys look dumb.
(laughs)

I know, that's what I said.

Okay, all right, yeah.

All right, you boys remember the rules
of speed walking?

One foot on the ground at all times

and...

Well, I guess that's about it.

On your mark.

Set!

(bang)

Is it me, or do they look a little--

Ridiculous?

Sure, let's go with ridiculous.

Look, Joan.

We may only be mall cops,

but we're not running anymore.

Okay, this kid needs us
and my plan is gonna work.

All right.

But, Jerry, if we don't make it out,

I want you to tell Joe from the deli,

Mike from the bank,
and Billy from the firehouse...

...that I love them all

and I would have married any one of them.

Oh, yeah, and you might have
to explain who I am.

McGruder: You've got the money.

Now send out Trevor.

(police radio chatter)

We'll send the kid out
after we count the money.

(laughing, cheering)

Let's go.

Throw a bag on this kid's head

so he doesn't see where we're going.

All right, let's do this.

Hold up!

You're not going anywhere.

Joan Malone, mall cop.

Why are you holding a cookie?

Oh, hold on. Hold on, wait a second.

Here-- all right.

Joan Malone, mall cop!

Yep, that's it.

Jerry, now!

Kidnapper: Over there!

(Joan screams)

Jerry: Joan, you just hit me.

Joan: Oh, sorry.

(grunting)

(Joan screams)

Jerry: Ow, still me.

Forget it, Joan. We can't take 'em.
Let's get out of here.

(sighs)

Looks like they ran.

They're smarter than they look.

All right, let's go.

Grab the kid and the cake.

But put it somewhere I can't find it.

I'm on the hide and go sleek diet.

(dramatic music playing)

(dramatic music continues playing)

(car alarm beeping)

Ow! Stop it! Ah!

(grunting)

Hey, hey, hey! What are you guys doing?

You're in the middle of a race.

(gasps)

He's right.

Look what we've become.

Friends don't act like this.

Do you want to just share the wharf?

No!

The wharf is mine!

(dramatic music)

Listen up, everybody.

And hot, new lady members.

We're gonna be doing eight laps
around the wharf courtyard,

then we're gonna take
a rest by the water fountains--

Excuse me, look out. Hello.

Whoa, ah, oh.

Uh, Gross Bob, we're about
to start our walk here.

Yeah, well the doctor said
I gotta come out here every single day.

The vitamin D from the setting sun

is the only way to dry out
the pus from my foot fungus.

(gagging)

Holy Christmas nuts.

Speed walking club is disbanded.

Save yourselves!

You guys were right.

This is a perfect place
to air out my dogs.

You are a genius, Rudy.

I know.

Get the Mayor on the phone.

It's time to ask for another 50 grand.

Ransom.
(laughs)

What happened to Ronnie's voice?

He sounds so manly.

Manly like a woman.

- It's that mall cop.
- That's right.

I've been texting the cops
and they'll be here in...

Three, two, one.

Okay, looks like they're a little late.

Uh, so...

were you a band first
and then became criminals?

(door opens)

- There they are!
- Oh, here they are.

Stay back. I got the kid.

Take one more step and he gets it.

All right, hold on, guys.

Whoa!

The only one who's getting it is you.

Take him away, boys.

McGruder: All right.

You know, I think
I owe you two an apology.

That was some very impressive police work.

Uh, but where is Trevor?

Oh, he's safe and sound back at Phil's.

Yeah, when Joan distracted them
I turned the black lights on.

Then we switched places with Trevor
and the skeleton guarding him.

You left Trevor
with one of these skeletons?

Oh, yeah, but I wouldn't
worry about it, sir.

He's totally under control.

I'm gonna get you, birthday boy.

(screams)

On behalf of the mayor's office

and the entire city of Seaford,

I am proud to present Joan Malone
and Jerry Martinez

with these medals of valor.

- Yeah, all right.
- (applauds)

All right, in closing we--

Being a mall cop...

is about putting others

(sobbing)
before yourself.

Even as a small girl

I dreamed of being a mall--

I--

Joan, Joan, Joan. You're ruining it.

We finally get the respect
we deserve and you're losing it.

(out of breath)
You're right, you're right.

Take us home, partner. Go on.

(clears throat)

Being a mall cop...

(clears throat)

Is about finding the positivity--

(whimpering)

Finding the--
(whimpering)

(babbling)

(sobbing)

That is so true.

(weeping)

All right, Joan, there was one piñata
left over from the party.

The mayor said we can have it.

You think you can open it?

Don't worry, Jerry. I got this.

I knew this bazooka would come in handy.

Handy for candy.

- Fire in the hole!
- (Jerry screams)

- Not a dent.
- Reload!

Fire in the hole!

(screams)

(closing theme music)

Man: Poor soul.

(dog snarls, barks)

Boy: Yes!