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[bright music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, what's this?

T-W-I-T-C-H?

Twitch?

[gasps] That's me!

Whoo-hoo! Ha ha!

Hey, you'll never believe what I found.

Huh?

[all groaning, grunting]

- [grunts] Great, Twitch!

Can you, uh, figure these out for us?

We're stuck.

- You guys got one too?

- Hmm. [buzzer blares]

Oh. Oh!

Ooh.

- Aww.

- [chuckles]

I doubt a hug is gonna work, JB.

- All things open with love,

except this

and coconuts.

[beeping]

- Ohh. It's a play and repeat puzzle.

[beeping]

Huh. Hmm.

Ah.

[gasps] It's an invitation!

- Open mine?

- Sure, JB.

- Ooh, me too! - And me!

- And mine! - Help!

[transforming pulses]

[electricity crackling]

- Great job, Twitch.

- Hashtag, would you mind?

- [gasps] But, of course, my dear.

[clears throat]

"You are cordially invited.

"Come crack the code at an exclusive escape room.

Arrive at sunset, if you dare."

[chuckles, squeals]

- Well, we don't dare.

Do we?

- Of course we dare!

But where do we dare?

- It appears to be a location here in town.

- Oh, yeah, I saw online that pop-up escape rooms

are a thing now. [chuckles]

- Escape room?

Why go in something you have to escape out of

when we're already out of it now?

- Come on, Thrash, it'll be fun.

- And this team can handle anything!

- [groans]

- Welcome, and step right up to the Great Escape!

- Well, it does look like a place

I'd definitely want to escape from.

- I'm sure it's just part of the game.

- Or you know what they say--

you can't lose if you don't play.

- Who says that?

[eerie music]

- What theme is this escape room, bleak industrial?

- And how do we start the game?

[both gasp]

- A ticket to enter is needed to get past.

But first, you must answer this riddle--and fast.

- Ooh, I love riddles.

- That voice sounds creepy...

and familiar?

- The more you take, the more you leave behind.

What am I?

- [scoffs] Um,

you're a ticket booth operator.

[chuckling] Duh.

- I think he's talking about his riddle.

- [gasps]

Take a...

- Photo. - Break.

- Take a hint that maybe we should quit

while we're ahead and go home.

- Ooh, I know!

Take a step--footsteps!

- And now we'll take our tickets.

[bell clangs]

[whirring]

- Twitch with the assist-- again!

Nice one.

- Eh, nobody reads the fine print.

- Hey, how about we just ditch this

and sell these gold babies

to buy something we really want?

Like, I don't know, an island

or keychains with our names on them.

I mean, how hard is it to find "Thrash"?

And--and Mo, right? That's hard.

- Sadly, these appear to be fool's gold.

So they won't fetch much.

- Come on, Maltos.

A team as great as ours was made for escape rooms!

I bet we break their all-time record.

- Lead the way, Twitch.

- [splutters]

[groans]

[bell clanging]

- Game on.

Best of luck.

You'll need it.

- [gasps] - What's going on?

- [laughs sinisterly]

♪ ♪

- Fairmaestro?

You're behind this?

- Indeed I am.

Welcome to my Great Escape.

[coughing]

Last time I buy discount smoke.

- Who's the "Fair-Mustard"?

- We met him at the school carnival.

He's the horrible, rotten,

no-good guy who was mean to Cosmos.

- That description makes me look terrible.

I quite like it.

- Okay, I've seen all I need to--

y-you know what? We--we ready to go?

Wait, how'd this get here?

Ah!

- The only way out

is through my game.

- [yelps]

- And don't forget,

the Fairmaestro always wins.

[laughs]

- You don't scare us.

- Speak for yourself.

- I don't wish to be feared.

I wish to be loved--

for my games.

- Why did you bring us here?

- An eye for an eye,

or should I say, a ride for a ride.

You took my dear, dear Cosmic Thunder away from me,

my most profitable ride.

- Huh? - Eh...

- I mean, my very best friend.

And if you don't beat my escape room,

you become his replacement.

It's only fair.

- Bring it on.

This team can beat any game you throw at us.

[dramatic musical sting]

- You have one hour to escape.

Each of you must complete a challenge to win a key.

Collect all seven keys, and you can unlock the exit.

- Uh, and if we don't?

- Then you unique specimens become a permanent part

of my collection.

The clock is ticking.

Ticktock. Ticktock.

- Hey! Who turned off the lights?

- [gasps] Where are we?

- Match my tempo and keep the beat.

Miss 20 steps, and take a seat.

- This could be fun

if it wasn't so life-threatening.

- Okay, it's a two-player game.

- Who should go?

- Robby, you and Mo have the best moves.

Why don't you take this one?

- We got this.

[electronic beeping]

[upbeat music playing]

- If this is the best the Fairmaestro has,

we'll be out of here in no time.

Whoo!

Yeah!

- Still easier than Tinikling.

- So you think you can cut a rug?

Let's see how you do on the walls.

- Still got this!

- [grunts] [buzzer blares]

- [mockingly] Ha ha!

- Ah! [buzzer blares]

- [laughs]

- Hey, that's not fair!

- Who said I was fair?

- I mean, it's right there in your name.

- That's because I'm the maestro of a f--

oh, never mind.

- He's making it impossible!

- Twitch, we need your help!

- [grunts]

- [laughing] Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[laughter]

[bell dinging]

- Thanks, Twitch.

There's no way we could have beat that on our own.

- Aw, you were almost there.

With your brave hearts and your cyber-suits,

there's nothing you can't do.

[gasps] The first two keys!

Mo? Robby?

[eerie music]

[bell dings]

♪ ♪

- Whoa.

This just keeps getting weirder.

And where did Mo and Robby go?

- They won their game, so it's highly plausible

they advanced to the exit.

- Whoo! Two down.

Now the rest of us just need to chalk up some dubs.

- [gasps]

"Three swings or one ding."

JB, you're the strongest.

I doubt you'll need three tries to ring the bell.

- Hm.

[yells]

[electronic warbling]

[discordant melody]

- Ha ha!

Your game's weak, kid.

Perhaps try trying harder?

- No one tries trying harder than me!

[roars]

[electronic warbling]

[discordant melody]

- Oh, so close.

Last chance.

But one more mighty whack should do it.

- Oh, you asked for it, 'cause the only thing stronger

than a dinosaur is a dinosaur with a hammer!

[straining]

- No, no, no, no! It's a trick!

- But he was so nice to tell me what to do.

- The harder you hit, the higher the bell climbs.

- Then what do I do?

- The game is Prove Your Strength.

But there's lots of ways to show strength,

some physical, some emotional.

Think about it.

It takes a strong person to be gentle.

[electronic warbling]

[bell dings]

- I never would have thought about it the way you did.

You totally saved me!

- Eh, just a little assist.

A smidge more time and you'd have figured it out.

[all gasp]

- Using only your eyes,

tell me what my weight reads.

- Nightshade, this one screams science.

You only get one guess.

So take your time.

- A division problem that I'm missing.

Ah, what is it?

It could be pi...

- Okay, when she said "take your time,"

she didn't mean all the time.

- Right. Apologies.

Accounting for the density of his cane's handle,

coupled with the volume of air trapped under his hat--

- Remember, he's a cheater.

He's probably hiding something under his hat.

- [gasps] He's a hologram!

I would have been running calculations for days.

Thank you, Twitch.

So then my guess is the scale reads zero.

- Oh, yeah, we got this.

Cue the montage!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

[bell dinging]

Game over, Fairmaestro.

Key me.

- Very well, Twitch.

You will certainly get what you deserve.

To exit, you must turn all seven keys at the same time.

Ooh, the suspense.

Can't wait to see how you get out of this one.

- But it's impossible to turn all seven keys

without my family.

They finished their games. Why aren't they here?

- None of them won their own key.

All the meddling you did only kept them from the prize.

- Where are they?

[clock chimes]

- Aww, time's up.

And as I clearly explained in Act One

of tonight's production,

you lose, you become my ride.

- [gasps] My family.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[both straining]

What have you done?

- The question is,

what have youdone?

[laughs villainously]

♪ ♪

- Rule number 346, subsection Z2:

"Each player must complete a challenge by themselves.

"If a player receives any assistance,

then the win is disqualified."

Rules are rules.

[eerie music]

Always read the fine print.

♪ ♪

Now it's your turn to join the others.

[epic music]

♪ ♪

Hmm.

- I'm so sorry we lost all because I stepped in.

I just wanted us to win the game...together.

- We still can. The fine print says,

"Tickets are null and void if damaged or destroyed."

- Great! Then find our tickets

and rip them up before... [stomach gurgling]

[gagging] I...lose my lug nuts!

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- Okay. I got this.

- You think you can just--

agh!

- Okay, how do I get the tickets back?

Oh!

[bell clanging]

[crashing and rumbling]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

Ah!

Oh, no, the tickets.

- You should have read the fine print to my fine print.

Any attempt to claim a refund engages my secret game.

- Yeah, probably should have seen that coming.

- The rules here are simple.

Grab your tickets and destroy them

before my ticket taker grabs you.

- Oh. [gasps]

♪ ♪

- Enjoy your last flight.

- [yelping]

- Twitch needs our help!

[both straining]

- My cyber-sleeve won't work!

- [sighs, gasps]

[straining] Maybe we don't need it.

[all yelling]

- Guys, what are you doing?

- Jawbreaker, try slicing off the roof with your tail!

- Anything to make this stop!

[whimpering]

- [gasping]

[gasps]

Ah, ah!

- We got to get her out of there.

- And get our tickets.

But I don't think we can just fight our way out of this.

We need to think outside the box,

like Twitch would do.

- Like, instead of chasing our tickets,

we make them come to us!

Because they're gold-- well, not real gold,

fool's gold, which is part iron,

and iron can be magnetized.

- Genius. But where do we get a magnet?

- We make one.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Now conga to victory!

♪ Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun, dun! ♪

♪ Time to make a magnet ♪

♪ Then we go get Twitch out ♪

[electricity crackling]

I think we are sufficiently charged.

- [yells]

- The Fairmaestro always wins.

[grunts]

[electricity crackling]

You're free?

Well, no matter.

You're still too late to save her.

- I'm sorry. I can't beat this one.

- Twitch, the tickets!

- [straining]

Like Thrash said, we can't lose if we don't play.

[device whirring]

[machine powers down]

- Good animatronic ticket takers

are really hard to find these days.

- Twitch for the win.

- No way. That was all you guys.

Awesome idea with the magnet.

- We have come to rely on you, Twitch, perhaps too much.

But you can also rely on us.

- You know, as weird as this was,

today was kind of fun.

- Totally.

In a "I never want to do this again" kind of way.

- Since you're all feeling so unstoppable,

care to give my escape room another try?

- Tell you what.

If you can beat the escape room without cheating,

then I'll volunteer to be your new ride.

- I mean, sure, my game is rigged.

But you are quite the tantalizing prize,

and I think I recall

where I implemented most of my trickery.

Put 60 minutes on the clock!

- What has two hands but cannot clap?

- I wrote this one.

[all groan]

The answer is a clock.

[bell clangs]

At this pace, I'll be done in record time.

- He's never gonna beat it, right?

- Who can dance on walls?

- Nope.