Original subtitles

[Beta] Chaos bots have been sent from the future

to stop the one person who can save the world.

Me?

- [chorus] ♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

♪ Teach a cat to play the piano ♪

♪ Roller-skate all the way to Orlando ♪

♪ Use my ear wax? ♪

♪ To make a candle ♪

- [chorus] ♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

♪ Win first place for world's cutest pet rock ♪

♪ Do a corn maze Hope I don't get lost ♪

♪ Eat an onion ♪

♪ Kiss my friend Scott? ♪

[Scott] Huh?

- [splashes] - [Scott] Now I'm wet!

- [chorus] ♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

[school bell ringing]

- [boy grunting] Move! - [boy 2] Whoa!

- Move! Move! - [students yelping]

Walk the dog. Behind the back.

[student grunts]

Shoot the moon.

- [groans] - [laughs nervously]

Just go back to walking the dog.

[boy] Move, move, move!

Double dog walks.

Out of the way-- [grunts]

You doofus.

I can't be late.

Hardmeier's out here giving everyone detention.

Oh, that's right. It's the end of the month.

Mr. Hardmeier must be trying to fill his quota.

The man's out for blood!

Yesterday, he gave the whole marching band detention

for the noise violation!

You better get to class, too.

Detention is not an option. [beeping]

The Kite Festival is today

and you have a ribbon to win.

[panting]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Not so fast, litterbug!

[yelps]

- But-- But I didn't mean to. - Didn't mean to what?

Get caught?

Well, I didn't mean to wake up this hardcore,

but sometimes that's life.

You just got yourself...

[in deeper voice] detention!

[growls angrily]

Scott, if we're late for class, we're next!

I just need my textbook.

[grunting]

[boy cackling]

I wonder how that happened.

[continues cackling]

[groans]

- [Beta] Hurry! I'm late for my nap. - [both grunting]

Oh, thank goodness. Sweet dreams.

Hey!

[panting]

[school bell ringing]

- We made it! - [Hardmeier] Banks! Denoga!

Student ID and locker registration now.

But we weren't late to class. We made it before the bell.

Yeah, on what grounds are-- [yelps]

Running in the hall!

I clocked you at a whopping eight miles per hour.

The fines are doubled in a wet floor zone,

so that would mean... detention!

But someone glued my locker shut.

That's the real crime.

Appeal your case with the dean of discipline.

Okay, we will!

Wait...

- Who's the-- - [Hardmeier] I'm the dean of discipline!

Appeal denied!

What about checks and balances?

Due process?

I do process

you're upset about my kick-butt hall monitoring.

I just don't care.

[grumbling angrily]

[school bell ringing]

[♪ sinister instrumental music playing]

[jingling]

[snarls]

He's probably more reasonable than we think.

Let's just ask nicely.

Hi, Mr. Hardmeier.

Hello.

Could we possibly reschedule our detention for next week?

- There's a Kite Festival-- - Request denied!

Detention is my time!

So get to work!

Those novelty license plate keychains I sell at the pier

aren't gonna hammer themselves.

And no weird spellings, okay?

Okay, if Ashleigh with a "gh" wants a plate,

she can go pound sand.

[man singing on recording] ♪ Your love ♪

Becker told me about this place. It's a hard scene.

Let's just keep quiet and try to look tough.

- What do you think you're doing? - [yelps]

We don't know what we did, but we have so much remorse!

- Take my money! - [coins jingling]

That seat stays empty

in honor of our dear friend, Hacksaw.

What happened to Hacksaw?

She escaped detention weeks ago and hasn't been seen since.

I bet she's off living her best life.

Maybe she lives on a stolen boat!

Aw, she totally lives on a stolen boat.

Straight-up legend.

[Hardmeier] Less yammering, more hammering!

Time is money.

Now I'm gonna go make space for those keychains

in the trunk of my pride and joy,

a 2005 Weison Cilantro.

Maybe I'll give her an oil change while I'm out there.

Remember, we do those every...

[all dully] 2,000 miles.

Now, don't even think about leaving this room!

[locks clicking]

[sighs] 2005. A fine year for Weisons.

It's your fault I'm here.

- [whimpers] - No offense,

but aren't all you saws kind of used to detention by now?

Yeah! But this week was supposed to be different.

We've all been on our bestest behavior.

Bonesaw even went to class.

If you have any questions about the endocrine system, I got you.

We were being so good

'cause we just wanted to fly in the Oceanside Kite Festival freestyle event.

But then we got nabbed on last-minute technicalities,

and we ended up here anyway.

You all fly kites?

We live for the breeze!

You got a problem with that?

- No, sir. - Hold on.

We were gonna compete in the same exact kite event.

It almost feels like we were set up.

Chainsaw, what are you in for?

[♪ upbeat music playing]

No silly hats in school! Detention!

[cackling] Wonder how that happened.

A.C. was there when I got detention too.

Us too!

He must have picked off all his top competition

so he can win the Kite Festival.

We have to go down there and confront him.

How? We can't get past Hardmeier.

If Hacksaw got out, so can we.

[man singing on recording] ♪ Your love... ♪

- [cell phone vibrating] - Huh? Oh.

Kelly Hardmeier.

And also a man's name!

Tell that to my Grandfather Kelly!

Well, no, you can't literally tell him, he's dead now.

But-- what is this regarding?

As a distinguished owner of a Weison Cilantro,

you have been selected to have your car featured

in a car show this very afternoon.

About time!

What's the name of the car show?

- I want to brag about it on my socials. - [nervously] Uh...

- Gentlemen's Car Salon. - Just say Auto Exposition.

Save A Car Show!

It's the Mega Ultra Manly Car Jamboree.

- [Hardmeier] Sounds legitimate. - [all sigh in relief]

It starts soon, so drop whatever you're doing

and come to Carlsbad, right now.

[Hardmeier] Will do! Quick question, though.

I'm sort of nervous about a bunch of riffraff at the show

touching my Weison.

So what's your insurance policy's coverage limit for no-fault claims?

It's, um, really high.

Or low. Whichever one is better.

I'm starting to think either your event

has inadequate insurance...

or you're actually just a kid who can't even drive!

[grunts]

[hammers clanging]

Whatever nonsense you're trying to pull, I'm on it.

My eyes are always sweeping and scanning,

just like a vigilant highway driver.

No more shenanigans!

You're not smarter than me.

I drive a Weison and I demand your respect!

[locks clicking]

The security on this one particular classroom is quite impressive.

Wouldn't want to be you guys right about now. [cackles]

A.C. doesn't deserve to win like this.

There has to be a way out.

I've been in here so long, I wonder...

will I even remember how to function out there?

We've been here for 15 minutes, Scott.

[door thudding]

The Kite Show's ceremonial opening kite is probably airborne by now.

But how did Hacksaw get out?

[yelling] Damn you, Hacksaw!

How could you just abandon us, huh?

We had dreams too, you know? Aah!

- [clanging] - Huh?

Only one thing could have dug this out.

[all] A hacksaw!

[♪ soulful 80's rock music playing]

Hardmeier's back to his oil change.

We have...

Well, I don't know how long an oil change takes,

but we have to make a run for it.

But if he looks this way, he'll see that we're gone.

I have an idea.

[tools clinking]

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[grunts]

[yelps]

[all groaning]

[grunts]

[seagulls squawking]

Hmm, great technique.

And it seems we have some amateurs in the competition this year.

[laughing]

[both panting]

[Hailey] Hey, A.C.

Surprised to see us?

Surprised to see you dressed like the world's dorkiest mechanics?

Give it up, A.C!

We know about your little plan to thin out the competition and win.

Um, I'm just here as a spectator.

Any true kiting arts connoisseur

knows that piloting a kite only detracts from watching its flight.

[gasps] Ooh, a flutter dip.

You're telling me you're not here to compete?

Then, why did you wear your kite collection?

I find them comforting.

But none of the kites in my collection have touched air.

I keep them in their original packaging

to preserve resale value.

Wait, so you didn't get us sent to detention?

Then why did you say,

[mimicking cackle] "Wonder how that happened?"

every time we got busted?

Because I genuinely wondered how all those weird things happened.

And I'm told my default laugh sounds a bit conniving.

[laughing cunningly]

But then who could have--

[laughing triumphantly] Look at her go!

Mr. Hardmeier!

Wait, if he's here, who's back at school?

[man singing on recording] ♪ The smoke from my jewel... ♪

Vroom, vroom, vroom! [cackling]

Hmm. Since you're the only competitor in this category,

the ribbon is as good as yours.

Wait! We want to compete, too.

What? How'd you meddling kids get here?

I locked the door 10 times to keep you in detention.

Do you hear yourself?

I can't believe you set us up!

Sure. I've framed you kids for crimes you didn't commit,

locked you in the slammer

and made you do manual labor while you were in there,

but it was all worth it because of what's at stake here.

A fancy blue ribbon at a local kite flying festival.

Now it's time to execute the final stage of my plan.

Win.

And you can't stop me!

You don't even have a kite!

[girl] Or don't they?

[♪ captivating instrumental music playing]

Hacksaw!

We thought you were living a glamorous life at sea.

Nah, I just moved to Encinitas for my stepmom's new job.

I'm glad you guys escaped though.

Now, finish the job!

[all] Ooh! Wow!

[all gasping] Wow! Whoa!

[all applauding]

[all cheering] Whoo!

No! Say "ooh" at mine!

[growls angrily] I knew you'd be too good!

[kite fluttering]

Aw, man!

We have a winner!

[all] Yeah!

[all cheering]

Hacksaw, thanks again for your--

Where'd she go?

[Chainsaw] Straight-up legend.