Original subtitles

[theme song playing]

♪ When super me

Becomes super we ♪

♪ Suddenly, magically

Pretty automatically ♪

♪ Crushing it side by side ♪

♪ Look out, world

We're Super Hero Girls ♪

♪ Now that we're together

Gonna get that super life! ♪

♪ Wow! ♪

In a world hungry

for justice,

where citizens

thirst for righteousness,

and yearn for

the taste of freedom,

one woman's there

to serve them the liberty

they so desperately crave.

And also, burritos.

Buckets and buckets

of burritos.

[whistling]

[Shane] Gordon!

Buenos dias, Shane.

That's Mr. O'Shaughnessy

to you!

And you're late. Again!

I am?

[Shane] That's the sixth time

this week, Gordon,

and it's only Monday!

Oh, sorry, Shane.

Er, Mr. O'Shaughnessy, sir.

Listen, Gordon, some people

know the importance

of a good work ethic.

Punctuality, responsibility.

Some people take

their job seriously.

Believe you me,

Senor O'Shaughnessy,

nothing's more important

to me than this job.

I love Burrito Bucket.

I've been a fan

of Burrito Bucket

since I was five!

Whatever. If you're late

one more time,

today, tomorrow,

for the rest of your life,

you're fired!

Fired?

Could this be the end

for a habanero heroine,

our enchilada enforcer,

our lady sentinel

of the sacred bean?

No!

-What?

-Nothing.

From here on out,

I'll be the master

of time management,

the crusader of the clock,

the expert of hours.

[whistling]

[Barbara] Hmm, suspicious.

Really suspicious.

[guns powering up]

Extremely suspicious!

[gasps]

I don't think those dudes

are bank patrons at all!

Mr. O'Shaughnessy!

Hey, hey!

-Mr. O...

-What?

-Bathroom break?

-No.

[panting]

-Please!

-Ugh. Two minutes.

But one second later,

and you are so fired.

Alarm.

One minute 50.

There. Plenty of time.

[gasps]

I knew it. They're totally

not bank patrons!

Citizens of Metropolis,

fear not,

for Batgirl is here

to put an end to

this egregious evildoing.

With supreme mastery

of the martial arts,

terrifically high-tech

gadgetry

and unshakable

moral certitude,

she will make short work

of these buffoonish

bank-robbing baddies!

Hey, who you calling

buffoonish?

Give up now,

you foolish fiends,

you nefarious nimrods,

for now is the time--

-[alarm beeping]

-Time...

Oh, no!

[Batgirl gasps]

Oh.

Oh. Uh...

[grunts]

Nobody move!

I'll be right back.

[panting]

-Three, two, one...

-[door opens]

Senor O'Shaughnessy,

you think I could have

my 15-minute break

early today?

Like... Ooh,

I don't know, now?

Break's at noon, Gordon.

No exceptions.

Uh... Another bathroom break?

You just went.

I like to stay

really hydrated.

[glugging]

Oh, no, that trash can

is awfully full.

If only I had a short break

to take it out to the dumpster.

Ugh. Fine, Gordon.

One minute!

Si. One minute.

Time to take out the trash.

What do you mean,

take it out?

You just brought it

in here.

Prepare to face defeat

at the hands of Bat...

Bat... Bat... Bathroom!

[whimpers and pants]

[flushing]

-Now, where were we...

-[alarm beeping]

Ah, crud!

[panting]

Whoa!

[chuckles nervously]

[bell rings]

Hola. Can I take your order?

Uh, yes.

One bucket of tacos, please.

Hey, you look like a guy

who likes it hot.

Uh, I do?

Uh...

Oh, no!

Out of hot sauce.

Running to the store!

Two minutes!

Come on, you mooks,

let's get out of here.

Not so fast!

What is with this girl?

This girl's gonna kick your--

[alarm beeping]

Hold that thought.

Ah! [chuckles sheepishly]

Where's the hot sauce?

-I, uh, well...

-[bell rings]

Customer!

Metropoleats Delivery Service.

I'm here to pick up

an order for--

-I'll take it!

-Ahh!

Two minutes!

[grunts]

Hostages! Seriously?

You took our keys.

What are we supposed to do?

Look, just let us

leave with the cash

and nobody gets hurt.

Oh, someone's gonna get hurt.

[alarm beeping]

Oh, come on!

[grunts]

[line ringing]

Flash, I need your help.

I've got a hostage situation

at the bank,

but if I leave work right now

my boss will kill me!

[Flash] Say no more.

I'm already here.

Great. Be there ASASHP.

As soon as

super-humanly possible.

-[clears throat]

-Ah!

[bell rings]

Uh, hola, amigo.

What will it be?

Yes. I'll have...

um...

a burrito.

A burrito? How about a bucket?

Do you want tacos with that?

Hmm. Tacos.

-Tacos.

-[groans in frustration]

Tacos, tacos, tacos.

You know, a burrito

does sound...

burrito-ey...

Hmm.

Tough choice.

Just give me a minute...

One minute, got it!

...to decide.

[gasps] Flash,

what happened?

Dude, I'm as surprised

as you are.

-[stammering] But--

-[alarm beeping]

[yells]

You know what?

I want sushi. Peace!

[groans]

Gordon!

We just got an order

for 100 buckets.

Get to work!

[stammering] A hundred buckets?

[yells] Are you kidding?

[gasps] A-ha!

Sorry, time for

my federally mandated

15-minute break.

Fine, but when you get back,

I want those 100 buckets.

You better not be late,

or I'll rain down

a firing upon you

like you've never seen!

Yes, sir, senor, sir.

There's no way

I can't take care of this

in 15 minutes.

[grunts]

Flash, I need you to

take out the trash,

buy more hot sauce,

and deliver the burrito buckets

to the totaled car out front.

Right-o.

Just one thing left to do.

Take your butts to jail.

-Hyah! Hyah!

-Ah!

[alarm beeping]

Oh, no, the order!

[grunts]

Hey!

Oops! Sorry, Jimmy.

Huh?

[gasps]

[wind blowing]

No!

What... Who are you?

Me? I'm...

a total failure.

Having utterly failed

to apprehend

the dastardly crooks,

our crummy crusader

slinks away in defeat.

Surely a true hero,

Wonder Woman, Supergirl,

heck, even Apple Lad

would have prevailed.

95, 96, 97, 98, 99...

A-ha!

One bucket short, Gordon!

That means you are so--

Fired. I know.

[robber] Yeah! Whoo!

Time for victory tacos.

Yeah, we'll take

two taco buckets,

four buckets of quesadillas,

three buckets of guac...

Oh, and buckets and buckets

of your money.

-Come on, let's eat!

-[gasps]

Stealing works up

an appetite. Whoo-hoo!

Hey, hi fives, hi fives.

Huh!

[Barbara] There comes a time

in every girl's life.

A time to let go

of past mistakes.

A time to say

"forget you"

to the odds

and allow the hero within

to rise

like the dough

of the mighty churro.

No, not Batgirl.

A new kind of hero.

Hey. Who's she?

I am the Burrito Bucketeer!

[all grunt]

[screaming]

[all grunting]

[grunting continues]

[all groaning]

Gordon!

Guess you've saved

the restaurant.

I sure did.

Seems like I should

get my job back, huh?

[mumbles] Your job...

Yeah.

Oh, thank you,

Mr. O'Shaughnessy!

And, seems like I should

also get hour-long

lunch breaks, huh?

-No!

-Half-hour it is.

-No.

-Employee of the Month?

Ugh.

I'll give you

Employee of the Night!

[gasps]

I am the night.

The Employee of the Night!

[theme music playing]