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[dramatic music]

- Mika, come out from under the blanket.

- No!

- I had chili for lunch. I'll get her out.

Dutch oven coming in hot! - [shrieks]

Okay, I'm out, I'm out!

- Oh, I am out too. [laughs]

That one was a biological weapon.

So what's going on anyway?

Why you hiding under a space blanket?

- She lost a front-of-school, golden mic,

12-tone, Pythagorean, front-of-the-line,

minor riff-off.

- To Sissy Kranz!

- Okay, I understand like 3 of the 18 words you just said.

- Sissy Kranz is the worst!

- Sissy Kranz is Mika's nemesis.

- 'Cause she's the worst!

- Sissy Kranz gets the best grades,

wears the most expensive clothes,

and is the most popular girl in our school.

- 'Cause she's the worst! - Mika can't stand her.

- 'Cause she's the worst!

- Uh-huh, and what exactly is a riff-off?

- You know, Chapa asked the same question earlier today.

- Great question, Chapa. [students chanting]

A riff-off is when two mortal enemies

decide to settle it once and for all

by trying to sing better than the other person.

- Cool.

- You're darn right there are stakes to this fight.

- Loser has to carry the winner's books for a week.

- And Sissy has a lot of books.

- How do you even win at singing?

There's no scoreboard.

- When you feel that chill in your spine, you'll know.

- Plus, the crowd will go, "Oh!"

- Yeah, they'll be like, "Oh!" - Oh!

- I'm not doing that.

- ♪ Yeah ♪

all: Oh!

- You're going down, Sissy!

I could not have been more wrong about riff-offs.

- ♪ Ooh, whoa, ahh ♪

- That's a whistle tone.

[tense music]

- Okay, girl. Hit that whistle tone.

Wait, if you'll try to whistle tone,

you'll end up super-screaming,

and everyone here will know you're secretly a superhero.

If they survive the blast.

- But I'm Mika! I need to win everything.

And look at Sissy's stupid, beautiful face.

I'll just back off a little.

I got this, no problem.

[shrieks]

Don't look at me!

- [grunts] So what happened?

I thought you could whistle tone.

- I can, but I knew if I hit that high note,

I'd super-scream, and everyone would know

I'm secretly ShoutOut.

- I knew you could have won.

- Yeah, well, I didn't, so now I have to carry

that stupid Sissy Kranz's books all week,

and oh, my God, Ray, you need to call the butt doctor!

- I know, all right, Little Miss I've Never Farted?

Besides, this one wasn't me, okay?

It's all that garbage over there.

Miles, could you do me a favor and take it down

to the Abyss for me?

- I got it, boss.

Wait, what's the Abyss?

- Probably the result of something reckless.

- Okay, look, I let Schwoz rip a hole

in the space-time continuum for his birthday,

yadda, yadda, yadda.

Now it's the room where I throw my trash

because some people won't let me shoot it into space!

- Your last trash rocket took out an internet satellite,

and we were without our phones for a week.

- Oh, you kids are on your phones too much anyway.

[farting]

- Oh, okay, that is you!

- That absolutely was me.

Oh, man, I'm gonna call the butt doctor right now.

Hey, Seymour! - Stop!

What is your problem? - Cómo está, baby?

- What did I do to you?

[upbeat music]

- Oh, so worth it.

- Hey, Schwoz, whatcha doing, man?

- Checking my new jacket, you like it?

- Is Olivia Rodrigo a Pisces?

both: She sure is!

[laughter]

- Yah.

- You like that jacket?

I can get you one. - Dude!

Where the hole did you come from?

- Why, this hole right here. The name's Ricardo.

- I'm Miles. - Oh, I know.

So what'll it be, gold jacket, gold watch?

Something not gold but still impressive?

- I'm not into material possessions.

- A man more focused on the greater good

than his own need!

Respect.

Anyone else in your life who could use a little boost?

- My sister, Mika. - Go on.

- I just wish she could sing high notes

without activating her superpower.

That way, she can beat Sissy in a riff-off.

- I can do that.

- How?

♪ ♪

- It's just what I do.

♪ I can do most anything for most anybody around ♪

♪ I can make a guy a king or a gal a queen with a crown ♪

♪ My command is what you wish ♪

♪ And I'm itchin' to help you succeed ♪

♪ Don't be shy, you know that I'm ♪

♪ Just trying to provide what you need ♪

- And this is free?

♪ ♪

- We'll get to the fee.

♪ You believe in a path that we ♪

♪ Should follow for all of our days ♪

- How did you know? - I'm Ricardo!

♪ And I'm feeling your spiritual ways ♪

♪ Trust in me, I guarantee you'll leave here satisfied ♪

♪ Your sweet sis will win that riff-off ♪

♪ She couldn't be beat or be tied ♪

- ♪ Let's rock and roll ♪

- ♪ Rock and roll ♪

- ♪ But it'll cost your soul ♪

- What? Hold on.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

My soul? What even is it?

- ♪ If you don't know, then you probably won't miss it ♪

- And when she sings, you swear she won't shout?

- ♪ Baby, there's no doubt ♪

♪ I've been making dreams come true ♪

♪ Since humans first were made ♪

♪ And I always do it from the heart ♪

♪ As long as I get paid ♪

- Now, about this soul thing-- - That ain't no thing, baby.

It's not that deep.

♪ You're helping your fam with a grand slam plan ♪

♪ And you're doing it on the cheap ♪

- ♪ Where do I sign? ♪

♪ ♪

- On the dotted line.

Initial here. - Okay.

- And here. - All right-a-rooney.

- Put the date here. - The date?

- It's the 8th. - Okay.

Hey, can I keep this quill? - [laughs]

No.

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

- [grunts] I guess this is my life now.

- Ugh, you're carrying too slow!

both: Mika.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

She's a riff-off loser,

and she has to carry my books herself.

- It's true.

That's riff-off law.

- [dramatically] Riff-off law.

- Put down those books, Mika.

- She can't. It's riff-off law.

- [dramatically] Riff-off law.

- She wants a rematch.

- [gasps] - That's right.

And you have to say yes. It's riff-off law.

- [dramatically] Riff-off law.

- Some help here.

Oh, thank you. - Got you.

[tense music]

- What are you doing?

You know I can't hit that whistle tone

without triggering my superpower.

- You can do this. Twin code.

[students chanting]

- Loser goes first.

- Riff-off law.

- ♪ Ooh, ah, yeah ♪

Here comes the whistle tone.

♪ ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

all: Oh!

[cheering]

- Mika wins!

You just got your face riffed-off!

- [sobbing] - Oh, my God, I did it!

- Victory selfie!

all: Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika!

- Yeah!

all: Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika!

Mika, Mika, Mika!

- That's weird.

I'm not usually see-through.

Oh, well.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with me selling my soul.

Mika, Mika, Mika, Mika!

- Nothing indeed.

[upbeat music]

- It all just kind of happened.

[overlapping chatter]

You get all that?

- ♪ Danger ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ Danger! One, two, three, Force! ♪

- We look amazing.

- You've been posing for hours.

[all shouting at once]

- That's right, keep walking, Schwoz.

Keep walking.

[upbeat music]

- Huh, look at how many pockets this thing has.

- I pay you like 8 bucks an hour.

How did you afford that jacket?

- [sing-song] I'll never tell.

- As your lord and boss,

I demand you give me that jacket.

- [mockingly] As your lord and boss,

I demand you give me that jacket.

- You're gonna die, Schwoz!

Give me the jacket! Give me the jacket!

Give me that! Give me that jacket!

Give-- - Hey!

- But you can make Sissy do anything you want.

- Yeah, you should make her do your laundry.

Ooh, better idea, my laundry.

- You should make her find my birth dad.

- Those are both great suggestions,

but your dad's gonna come back someday,

and I just booked a gig at Kary-Oh-De-Lay-Hee-Hoo tonight.

I'm making Sissy be my backup singer.

- I warmed the jacket up for you.

- Wait a minute, you're gonna lend her the jacket?

- Yeah, she's got a gig.

- This jacket's gonna look great

at Kary-Oh-De-Lay-Hee-Hoo.

- Keep an eye out for my birth dad.

- [clicks tongue]

[tense music]

- [grunts]

Oh, there's my sister, the riff-inator!

- [laughs] You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm just a little tired, champ.

- Ooh, okay.

You don't seem right, and normally,

I'd stick around to find out why,

but I'm off to my gig-- wish me luck.

Just kidding, I don't need it. Bye!

- Afternoon, colleagues.

[groans]

- You alive? - [coughs]

- That's a yes! That is a yes.

If anyone needs me, I'll be out shopping for a gold jacket.

- Did you steal someone else's clothes?

- If I tell you guys a secret,

will you promise not to tell me I'm an idiot?

- Sure. - No judgment, bro.

- Yeah, we're family, man.

- The other day, down in the Abyss,

I met this guy named Ricardo, and I sold him my soul.

all: You idiot!

- Hey!

Schwoz sold his soul for that gold jacket.

- No, I just traded some nacho balls for it.

- Dude, why did you sell him your soul?

- Because I wanted to help my sister.

- You could have gotten the same thing

with three nacho balls.

- Okay, I didn't know that was an option.

And his song was so catchy.

Can you guys just please help me out of this?

- We got you, dude.

- Yeah, we're gonna get your soul back.

- Yeah, and we're not gonna get suckered in

by some catchy song.

- So stupid. - It's ridiculous.

[dramatic sting]

- Where do we sign?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Boy, that Ricardo can sing.

- Did you guys get my soul back?

- No, but if it makes you feel better,

we did lose ours.

- Jacket club! - Jacket club!

Why are we so weak? - 'Cause you sold your souls!

- Call Mika.

I'm sure she can figure out a way to get our souls back.

- Yeah.

- Mika can't know I sold my soul.

I want her to think she beat Sissy all by herself.

[alarm blaring]

- Emergency call!

There's an angry old lady who won't leave Hip Hop Purée!

She thinks she's the Tooth Fairy.

Nice jackets. Sell your souls too?

both: Mm-hmm. - Oof!

Bye!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ugh, all right, grab on.

Let's take out this geezer, and, uh...

guys, I can't rhyme without my soul.

- Try harder. - Come on, man, you got this.

- [groans]

Ow!

[upbeat music]

- Ahh!

[spits]

- She ripped out my precious, glorious locs!

- She ripped out my hair too.

- Why isn't she going for our teeth?

- Sorry I'm late, Cronjée.

Had to stop and get this sweet jacket.

How's D-Force doing?

- They're getting their locks rocked.

- Taste my fairy strength, mortals!

- Ahh!

[whimpers]

- Are you guys getting your butts kicked

by a little old lady?

- No, dude, we're just tiring her out.

- We got this.

- One old lady in cuffs coming right up.

- Ahh!

[impacts and grunts]

- Ahh!

- Try me again, see what happens!

- We might need a little help.

- Watch and lean, my wee ones.

- You want some of this under your pillow, handsome?

Ahh!

[upbeat music]

- I am crushing it at karaoke!

I thought you guys were coming down here.

- We are, we just had to fight a little crime.

- Why didn't you call me?

- Because we sold our souls to--ow!

- But we're on our way now. We'll be there soon.

Love you, champ, bye!

- What is going on with you guys?

You got rocked by an 80-year-old lady.

You're clearly keeping something from Mika.

And nobody has said one thing

about this totally boss Euro-cut jacket

that shows off my muscles.

- That is a little boy's jacket, my guy.

- And we sold our souls to the Abyss demon.

- What did you say? - And we sold our souls to--

- No, about the Euro-cut jacket that shows off my muscles.

- It's for little boys.

- It says "4th grade" on the front.

- And it says "Lil' Rollers" on the back.

- Wait, did you say you sold your souls to the Abyss demon?

- [chuckles] Mondays, am I right?

- It's Thursday! And why would you do that?

- Because I wanted to help my sister beat Sissy.

- And we wanted to help Miles get his soul back.

- But then the Abyss demon sang this really catchy song.

- Ah, kids today, always on their phones,

always selling their souls to demons.

Why don't you watch how a grown man handles things?

- Be careful. Ricardo is very crafty.

- [scoffs] Please.

And you promise this is definitely a jacket

for grown-ups?

- Sure.

- Okey-smokey, sign here?

- And put your birthday right there.

- Ooh, I'd rather not give my birthday.

Been sitting on that secret for over 50 years.

- Don't sign it, man! - Oh!

- Ah, so close!

- Ah, Ricardo, you're good! - I am good.

- You're a sneaky one.

- You would have loved the jacket.

- But you're good. - Oh, you got me.

- Oh, this guy.

Ah!

So, Ricardo, my guy, any chance I can get these kids

their souls back?

- Well, I'd love to have yours.

- [scoffs] Get in line.

- [laughs] - You know what I mean?

- All kidding aside,

would you put your soul on the line for theirs?

- What, you mean like a bet? - A contest.

I win, I get your soul.

You win, they get theirs back.

- Tell you what, throw in that jacket

that's definitely for grown-ups,

and you got yourself a deal.

both: Thank you. - Wait, wait, wait.

- Yes. - What kind of contest?

- Doesn't matter. I'm great at everything.

Except maybe playing the ukulele while logrolling.

- I was thinking maybe a ukulele-logrolling contest.

- Ah! - [laughs]

- Ugh, I should not have said those things out loud.

- Everyone was shocked when it was discovered

that she was, in fact, the real Tooth Fairy.

- So I guess the whole time she was telling...

the tooth.

- Brava, Mary.

- In ukulele-logrolling news,

a contest is about to get underway

up at the Man's Nest

between our own beloved superhero Captain Man and...

some guy named Ricardo.

- That's right, Mary.

Covering it for us is kid reporter

and self-proclaimed night owl Lil' Bobby Newser.

Lil' Bobby, what the heck is going on over there?

Lil' Bobby?

Wake up, Bobby!

- Trent, it's quite a scene up here.

In just a few moments, Captain Man will be

ukulele-logrolling against Ricardo.

- What's up, Lil' Bobby?

Hi, Trent.

Mary.

- Oh, that Ricardo.

- You guys know each other? - Sorta.

- Enjoying your job, Mary? - Yes.

- Yes, what? - Yes, Ricardo.

- Much better.

- Winner is the first guy to make the other guy

fall off the log and into what I'm being told

is the Fog of Despair,

which if I'm being honest, is a little creepy.

- Hm, not for me. I'm gonna win.

- So what's on the line, Ricardo?

Is there a trophy?

And more importantly, how late do you think

we'll be here?

- Not late at all, Lil' Bobby.

I'm gonna make quick work of Captain Man.

And there's a lot on the line.

The winner gets this gold jacket for grown-ups.

[dramatic music]

- That's the coolest grown-up jacket

this junior reporter has ever seen.

- Who cares about the gold jacket for grown-ups?

I need my soul back. - Same.

Where's Ray?

- He said he didn't know how to play the ukulele or logroll.

- Great, he ditched us.

[electric ukulele playing]

- Captain Man has entered the chat!

Apparently, that means we're starting.

♪ ♪

- You're suddenly good at playing the ukulele.

- You're suddenly good at noticing things.

- Wait till you see me roll this log.

- Wait till you see me shred this uk--

- Quit bantering and roll!

- Five, six, seven, eight!

♪ ♪

- [laughing] - Whoa, whoa.

♪ ♪

- What the what-what?

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

I'm falling, ahh! - [laughs]

- Ah, I'm just messing with you.

- Oh, you're good!

- You guys, is that a demon or something?

- Who, Ricardo? Big-time demon.

- And you sold him your soul so I could whistle tone

without my super-scream kicking in?

- Bingo.

- And you guys tried to get it back,

but ended up selling yours on the cheap,

so now Ray has to beat him in a ukulele-logrolling contest

to reclaim all your souls?

both: What's up!

- I leave you guys alone one time,

and suddenly no one has a soul!

- Yeah, you're not allowed to leave again.

- You ready to give up, you handsome devil?

- I don't know what you did to get this good

at ukulele-logrolling, but I respect it.

Too bad though, you would have looked good in that jacket.

- What do you mean?

♪ ♪

- [laughs] - Uh-oh.

- You like that? - No, I do not.

♪ ♪

- ShoutOut, do something?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Gratia ♪

♪ Plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Ave, ave ♪

- [in slow motion] So beautiful!

- ♪ Dominus tecum ♪

- Whoa, whoa, ah!

No!

[ominous music]

- ♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- I think we just got our souls back!

- Look at Ray's jacket.

- Whoa. - Cool!

- What did I just see?

I don't know about anyone else,

but this Lil' Bobby Newser

is about to be a Lil' Bobby Snoozer.

all: Oh, Lil' Bobby Newser!

- Who wants pizza rolls? all: Pizza rolls!

[electronic ukulele playing]

[upbeat music]

- [snoring]

♪ ♪

- Victory selfie!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

Ha! - Nice!

- Yeah, I look good in that one.

- We're no longer see-through! - Yes!

- I look just like my birth dad.

I assume.

- I want to give a toast.

- All right, let's do it. - Toast!

- Hey, wait, wait, wait, before we toast,

I just gotta know,

how did you get so good at ukulele-logrolling?

- Ah, well, it's very simple, really.

You see, I sold my soul to another Abyss demon

in exchange for epic ukulele-logrolling skills.

- So you don't have a soul right now?

Is that canon? - No, check it out.

I put it in my contract that the other demon

doesn't get my soul until I die,

and since I'm Captain Man and I'm indestructible,

I ain't never gonna die, baby!

- This guy! - Well, actually--

- You gotta think about these things.

- To us! all: To us!

[all screaming] - So hot!

Why did we choose pizza rolls?

- ♪ Always on the scene in the nick of time ♪

♪ The second I see trouble I know I'll be fine ♪

♪ I'm okay ♪

♪ I'm okay! ♪

♪ Danger ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ Danger! One, two, three, Force! ♪

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