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[narrator] In this world, wrestling is everything.

This is a place of stories,

passions, dreams.

Here, everyone big, small, or in between is a wrestler.

And here, wrestling is the heart of society.

[bell dinging]

[announcer laughs] This is unprecedented, ladies and gentlemen.

The brother and sister team, the Fedora Twins

just absolutely brutalizing Barong in this tag team match

for the Rumble Rama championship!

The Fedora Twins looking to bring this thing to an end here.

[crowd gasping]

[announcer] Wait!

[captivating music playing]

[announcer] I can't believe what I'm seeing!

It's not over!

She's here. Quesa Poblana.

[crowd clamoring]

[clamor fades]

Unbelievable! Quesa Poblana, The Spicy Fist herself,

putting on a clinic tonight!

[groaning]

[yelps]

[announcer] She's got the pin!

[crowd chanting] One, two, three!

-[bell dings] -[announcer] She's done it! It's over!

Quesa Poblana and Barong defeat the Fedora Twins

becoming the new GWC Rumble Rama champions!

This was terrible.

Well, hon, I told you it would be.

Andy, baby girl. Come on.

Andy?

[Andy] She's so cool.

I want to be just like--

[Trish] Andy!

Close your eyes, girl. Come on.

Oh, sorry.

-Surprise! -Surprise!

-Oh! -[Trish] Now, look.

I said we should wait until you officially graduated from the academy, but...

I didn't want to wait!

This is my baby's last week, and I said, "Trish, I'm giving it to her early.

-I'm doing it." -[both laughing]

[chuckles nervously] Right. Right. Wow.

This is, um... What is this?

Baby girl, this is the power suit.

Been passed down in our family from generation to generation.

All the way back to your great-great Grandpappy.

And now it's yours.

Was Grandpappy a rectangle?

People was built different back in Grandpappy's day.

Herb.

Honey, we're just trying to say we're proud of you.

You're growing up and... Well, we're just so lucky to have you,

our little accountant.

[narrator] Yes, in this world, wrestling is indeed everything.

Unless you're the citizens of Accountant Isle,

where accounting is everything.

[doorbell ringing]

[academy supervisor] Move those fingers!

One, two. One, two.

[sputters] Jefferson!

Are you having a picnic back there?

Get your butt in gear.

Brad. I swear, Bradley. You want me to come back there, don't you?

I will take these RT-23 forms and feed them to you.

-[clears throat] Andy? -[door slams]

The sixth floor's out!

-[all gasp] -[indistinct chatter]

Settle down, everyone! Settle down.

What are you talking about?

Joe's Fish Shack!

The whole floor went out to celebrate Edith's birthday.

The fish was bad.

The fish went bad!

The whole floor got food poisoning.

[all groaning]

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Uh, Dave. Do you know what's going on here?

What? What do you mean what's going on?

You've lived here your whole life,

and you don't understand how Accountant Isle works?

[groans] Look...

the Academy houses junior accountants

and we enter the Academy in preschool and gradually rise to the floors

until we become pro accountants and graduate like our parents.

But some of those pros, the best of the best, remain in the building.

They occupy the sixth floor,

the floor solely responsible for handling the finances of the entire wrestling world.

But if they're all sick,

then tomorrow when the wrestlers come to the island for Tax Day...

The junior accountants will have to do this year's taxes

for the wrestlers.

-[all gasping] -[indistinct chatter]

[accountant] We have to do the taxes?

[academy supervisor] We've... we've trained for this.

Let's just go home, get some rest, and...

[Andy] We get to meet the wrestlers?

So, they're having the... the juniors take on the wrestlers' taxes?

You ready for that?

You kidding? I can't wait.

What?

Nothing. It's just sometimes you seem like maybe you...

[Andy] This is your chance.

Tell them. Just tell them.

Aw, baby girl. Listen, you are an accountant.

It is in your blood.

You were made for this.

You couldn't be anything else if you tried.

You hear me?

[chuckles nervously] Yeah.

[dramatic music playing]

[Star Mustache] So, now that we've finished our warm up,

we're going to get into the lesson.

And this one's a real treat, y'all.

It's one of my favorites.

It's called the Ankle Crank.

Now we've got my good friend, Big N Tall Jerry here.

She's gonna help us out.

Now, as you can see, Jerry's gonna take my ankle here and isolate it.

-[Star Mustache yelping] -[Jerry laughing maniacally]

[groans softly]

Well, folks, I'm feeling a tiddly tad bit light-headed.

So, that's all for today.

We'll see you next time.

And just remember, wherever you are,

wherever you're at in your journeys,

-wrestling is for everyone. - [mouthing] Wrestling is for everyone.

[Andy] I can't believe it. It's gotta be fate.

Tomorrow, I finally get to meet a wrestler. A real wrestler.

I'll finally get to ask them my question.

Once I know the answer, then just maybe...

maybe everything will change.

-[bell dinging] -[accountant screaming] Tax Day!

[accountants] Tax Day!

[screaming in distance] Tax Day!

Tax Day!

Tax Day!

[gasps] I'm late!

[yelps]

[coughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[gasps]

[Andy] This can't be real.

They're really here. Real wrestlers.

-[whistle blows] -[academy supervisor] Andy!

[indistinct chatter continues]

I'm benched?

Wrestlers are notorious for their tempers.

One mistake could jeopardize everything we do here.

You are to stay away from them.

What? No, come on. I... I can help.

Look, we don't have to do this, okay?

You consistently have the worst marks in the academy.

Heck, you were late. Today. Of all days.

[sighs] Maybe what we do here isn't important to you.

But it means a lot to everyone else.

So, as long as you stay away... away from this building,

you will get your diploma at the end of the week.

Understood?

[Andy] Just stay away?

[sighs wearily]

[Dave breathing heavily]

Dave? Shouldn't you be inside?

No, no, no, no. Those wrestlers.

They're terrifying, and they're monsters.

I've heard stories. Stories of what they might do to you

if you make them mad, or you make a mistake.

It's too much pressure!

I'm not cut out for this!

Okay? Okay, man, I get it. I'm sure Supervisor can...

You know, though, Dave, without you, they'll be short-handed.

You're gonna need someone to take your place.

What do I do?

[Andy] Yes, yes, yes! It's happening!

Okay.

Now, who do I talk to first?

[Immaculate] No. You don't understand.

We ain't taking no ticket.

And we ain't waiting in this long line.

Sir, we're trying to help everyone in an orderly fashion.

Well, we ain't everyone.

Do you have any idea who you're talking to?

[whimpering]

Perm Gang, formation.

[together] Roll call!

Perm of ferocity, Delectable.

Perm of might, Smoove.

Perm of truth, Sumptuous.

Perm of leadership, Immaculate.

And together we are...

[together] The Perm Gang. Perm power.

[gang panting]

Um...

[Andy] Whoa!

Ha! See? Now she gets it.

How would you like to be the lucky accountant

who gets to serve the world famous Perm Gang?

Me? Sure.

No, you dummy.

You don't actually know how to do this stuff.

[paper rustling]

[tense music playing]

You don't seem to know what you're doing.

Hm. No, no! I'm just...

Hey, instead of focusing on what I'm doing, let's focus on you guys.

[chuckling]

She must have heard of us.

Of course, she has. [laughs]

The Perm Gang are stars.

Whoa, wait? You guys are famous?

[laughs smugly]

Are we famous?

Kid, there ain't a single place you can go

where people won't recognize these perfect perms.

[together] Perm power.

[gang laughing]

[Andy] These guys are so cool.

What are the chances the first wrestlers I meet are actually famous?

I should... I should ask them my question.

[laughter continues]

Hey! Do you guys think...

Do you think anyone can become a wrestler?

What? You?

[gang laughs hysterically]

[Sumptuous] How can a loser from this place ever be a wrestler?

[Smoove] Too hilarious!

[Perm Gang laughing]

[Andy] Um, I think I, uh...

[clears throat] I totally forgot.

I need to take these to our, um, numbers department.

[chuckles sheepishly] So, let me just... I'll be right back.

[door opens]

[grunts]

[somber music playing]

[horns blaring]

So stupid.

Of course, someone from here could never become a wrestler.

[woman] Oh, you are if you think that.

[sputters] Excuse me.

The idea of someone becoming a wrestler.

[chuckles] It's stupid.

No one becomes a wrestler.

You're either or a wrestler or you aren't.

No one can give you permission.

Everyone knows that.

[Andy] No one can give you permission?

Ma'am, who--

[screaming in distance]

[Immaculate] You wanna mess with the Perm Gang?

This is what happens.

What the...

Oh, please. Please. We can make it right. Just tell us what we did.

Incompetence is what you did.

What... what are you talking about?

We are talking about you dodos losing our receipts,

and us being stuck in this armpit stain of a town!

[Andy] Lost their receipts?

[gasps] Wait, wait.

It was me.

I'm the one responsible.

I'll make it up to you, okay?

Just-- You don't have to do this.

Oh, yes, we do.

You people need to be reminded of your roles.

Roles?

[Delectable] In this world, the status of a wrestler is absolute.

We are gods!

People like you exist only to serve us.

[Immaculate] But y'all have forgotten that.

So, we, the Perm Gang, will remind you!

[accountants clamoring]

[Andy] This is all my fault.

What do I do?

I have to stop them. I have to.

Stop!

"Stop"?

Or what?

Or... or...

Or I'll make you.

[gang laughs]

Make us?

Sounds like you're challenging us to a match.

Well, in that case...

[echoing] Let's wrestle.

[automated voice] Match detected. Deploying now.

You might wanna take a step back.

What in the...

[wind howling]

[device chirping]

[Andy] Huh? Whoa!

[groans]

Greetings. I am Ref Bot.

Buff Corp, the international wrestling product manufacturer and supplier of the GWC,

has detected a wrestling match.

Buff Corp's patented satellite ring deployment system

ensures that wrestlers may carry out their matches anywhere around the world.

That doesn't explain anything! You just fired a rocket at us!

Having second thoughts,

Accountant Girl?

[Ref Bot] This match is scheduled for one fall.

Victory is obtained through submission,

three-second pin or fighters being incapacitated.

Are wrestlers ready?

What are you doing? You can't fight these people.

You're just a kid.

[Andy] Maybe. But that doesn't matter.

I can't let these bullies destroy the island.

I have to stop them.

-I have-- -[bell dinging]

[Immaculate] Perm Power special!

[echoing] Spear!

[groans]

[Immaculate laughing]

[distorted yelling]

[gasps]

[grunts]

[Andy] What am I doing? Why did I do this?

I'm not a wrestler.

He's gonna kill me.

[gasps]

[screams, groans]

[chuckles] Nowhere to run, accountant.

[Andy] This is it. It's all over.

[yelling]

-[clanging] -[groans]

What the... Is this a...

You leave that girl alone!

-Leave her alone. -Leave her alone.

-[indistinct shouting] -Get out of here. Coward!

Stupid accountants!

Do something.

[Andy] What's happening?

They're helping me.

I did this, and they're still--

Andy! Now, that's your chance. Let's go.

[groaning]

Andy! Andy! Andy!

[woman] You either are a wrestler or you aren't.

No one can give you permission.

[Andy] No, I can't run.

If they can be brave enough to fight back, then I...

Andy?

[Andy] Just for this moment...

I can be a wrestler!

[yelling]

[growls] Annoying little insect!

[Andy] This is it. I only got one shot!

Gotta make it count!

-Hm? -[Andy grunts]

No! He stopped it?

[grunts]

[groans, grunts]

[straining]

[laughs maliciously]

Almost had me. That might have worked on someone else.

But you're up against the great Immaculate.

-[grunts] -[groans]

Haven't had enough?

Fine.

I'll end this once and for all!

[echoing] Power Cutter!

[muted groans]

[heart thumping faintly]

Gotcha!

-Hm? -[grunts]

No way!

-Impossible! -What?

Ankle Crank!

[groaning]

[Dave] He's down. He's... he's hurt.

Andy can win.

Andy can win! Andy can do it! She can beat him!

[crowd clamoring]

[Immaculate grunting]

[Immaculate] This is impossible.

How could some random accountant even know a move like this?

Unless, is she even an accountant?

Was this... was this a setup all along?

[Andy grunting]

[Andy] He's so strong! I can feel my grip slipping.

I have to hold on.

This is the only move I've got.

I can't let him escape.

[both yelling]

[thumping]

[groans, whimpers]

[Ref Bot] By way of submission, the winner is...

Accountant Girl.

[crowd cheering]

[Andy] I won.

I won?

I...

won.