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[Dr. Lullah] Twelve millimeter ratchet, 12 millimeter hammer.

Twelve millimeter screwdriver.

Is this a joke?

[Pliny laughs] No.

That's a self-powered intercom and grade-A cutie, Mr. Communitater.

-Half communicator, half tater. -And all mister.

We harnessed our passions and created him together.

-I baked the potato. -Pliny and I created the lore.

And buckle up, because it all starts on his tragic wedding day.

[muffled screaming]

-All right, kids, that's the-- -[all] Time to go scream.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm telling you, alligators are just lucky.

[screaming]

[both] Alligators are just lucky.

Let's face it, Dr. Lullah hates us.

[sighing] I just wish she didn't say,

"I hope you all disintegrate," as we climbed into the cannon.

Like, would it kill her to say one nice thing ever?

A man can only take so much! [crying]

[blows raspberry] Oh, come on, guys.

That's just her love language. I'm sure she says

nice stuff about us all the time.

I'll prove it. We can use Mrs. Communitater.

[beep]

[line ringing]

Dr. Lullah's lab and Mr. Okay's Cereal Screamies.

The cereal that literally makes you scream.

Do you all want to scream or talk with the queen?

Uh... Talk to the queen?

[Dr. Okay] Dang it!

What can I say is the reason for calling?

[coughing]

[in deep voice] Yes, hello!

I'm with the National Question Society.

[gasps] I thought you had to be 18

-to get into the National Question Society. -[Pliny] Merian, zip it!

-[screams] -[Pliny] As I was saying,

we're getting people to say one nice thing

about a group of children that are on an island they run

and we're hoping to speak with the doctor of the house.

[Dr. Okay crunching] [screams] Just a sec.

Get ready for the love.

-I hate you! -What?

[Dr. Lullah] Who is this?

Only two types of people have this number.

Those paying ransom and those demanding it.

[Dr. Okay] And those looking for cereal that will make you involuntarily scream.

And those looking for a breakfast cereal

who will make them involuntarily scream.

So, who is it?

-I lie... I... -Ransom! I demand ransom!

Okay, who'd be so foolish?

Armchair Assassin? Tender Daniel? Crime Egg?

Dr. Rostrum? The Face Wrangler...

-What are you doing? -Waiting for a good one.

[Dr. Lullah] The Bomb Swapper?

Bingo! It is I, the Bomb Swapper!

-Sara! -Yes! [chuckles]

My bomb stuff is real mean.

But the latest crime is my most evil yet.

[Sara laughs maniacally]

Meet me at the beach at sundown

because I have stolen... [inhales deeply]

Your children!

-You what? -I have stolen...

your children!

[Dr. Lullah] You listen here, Bomb Swapper!

I don't bargain with fifth-tier villains.

Now get off my dog's breakfast cereal line.

[dial tone]

-Huh. -Yup, 100 percent hates us.

[crying]

Whoa! Slow down now.

This is good, actually. Trust me, she'll show up at sundown,

and when she sees us in danger, she'll be worried this is it for us,

and then she'll be compelled to yell that nice thing she's never told us before.

That's actually, kind of a good point.

Emotional manipulation.

Come on now. Call him back.

[sighs in exasperation] Fine!

But I'm not paying any ransom.

♪ Baby, I... ♪

♪ Don't want to explode your eye ♪

♪ I just wanna blow Your mind ♪

♪ 'Cause baby you're so fine ♪

[gasps] Still got it.

[phone ringing]

Uh, there's a Dr. Lullah calling.

Lullah? She's a first-tier villain.

[grunts]

[panting]

[phone continues ringing]

You can do this. You're the Bomb Swapper.

Even fifth-tier villains can hang with the big dogs.

-[panting] -[toilet flushes]

Well, Dr. Lullah, to what do I owe the--

I hate you!

Hate? What?

And if you don't want to have your life removed from your body,

via laser, return my kids by sundown.

Kids? What kids?

Don't play coy. You know. Hat glasses, the tall one, ponytail,

swim trunks, cat shirt, and Francis.

Okay, wait, can you please repeat that?

What was that?

-What's a hat glasses? -Uh, if I may...

I feel like this is an opportunity to really make an impression.

Maybe even move up a tier.

-How so? -The Dr. Lullah has just requested

that you, Bomb Swapper, deliver objects to her island.

Objects that can be swapped...

for bombs!

The thing... you do.

Oh!

[whispers] What do you mean?

[sighs] The Dr. Lullah...

Oh, my gosh.

We get into a "look in opposite directions" fight,

and I get the side with a beautiful sunset.

So lucky.

Okay, in about 10 minutes, Lullah will show up like a mama lion,

and you'll all see just how much she cares.

You know, it's not too late to send her a pinkie toe.

Show her the Bomb Swapper means business. Or teeth.

Ooh, teeth! I got some teeth.

[tires screeching]

Dr. Lullah!

See? I told you she'd come.

Quick, everybody, bag up.

Whoa! What's that?

♪ Baby, I... ♪

Uh-oh. I think that's the real Bomb Swapper, guys.

[Sara] Are those supposed to be us?

[Merian] They look nothing like us.

I don't know, mine looks pretty jacked from here.

Defuser? What happened?

Is Bomb Swapper...

[loudly] too chicken to meet me himself?

[clucking]

-[gasps] -Dr. Lullah, we agreed, no bird sounds.

Calm down.

There is no way that Dr. Lullah thinks those bombs are actually us.

In fact, I'll bet she's about to tear this guy's arms--

-They're shaking hands. -What? No.

Come on, kids. Let's take the long route home.

[engine starts]

Unbelievable.

Well, let's go save her.

-Oh, yeah. -All right, come on.

[grunting]

[Dr. Lullah] Hold tight, children.

[Pliny] Dr. Lullah, stop!

Those aren't kids, those are bombs!

[Dr. Lullah] Oh, it's bumpy ahead.

[screaming]

[warning bell dinging]

Oh, hey, cool rock.

Ooh! Whoa!

Alligators are just lucky--

[Dr. Lullah] What a time to be alive, children!

[Chicho screaming]

[Pliny straining]

-Almost there! -[all screaming]

Hurry, if we get to the canyon,

we can cut her off and--

Dr. Lullah!

Just wanted her to say one nice thing about us.

And now she's smelly vapor.

-[all scream] -Oh, my gosh, she's dead.

-I'm not dead, you idiot. -[yells]

[all] Dr. Lullah!

Dr. Lullah! [sniffles]

You seriously think I can't tell the difference

between your awkward dummies made from bombs

and my awkward dummies made from bones and people meat?

-[all sigh] -But I exploded you

with my bomb...s.

Oh, that was just a decoy made from the best darn screaming cereal

on the market.

-[screams] -But we heard you talking.

Yes, I needed to lure out Bomb Swapper,

so I broadcast my voice with this.

[all] Mr. Communitater!

It was surprisingly useful to have a communicator

that I didn't mind blowing up. Well done.

-[gasps] -[all clamoring excitedly]

As for you,

I don't know how you managed to sneak onto my island

and take the kids in the first place.

But congratulations.

I'm moving you to fourth-tier villain, which means,

I'll give you a four-day head start before I start

hunting you.

Oh! Yay!

All right, children, let's get back to the lab.

Oh, uh...

Actually, be careful.

I swapped a whole bunch of stuff

on the way with bombs.

That rock, bomb. That rock, bomb.

And those trees, bombs. And that bird...

And a bunch of other junk I can't remember. [grunts]

[groans]

♪ Baby, I... ♪

Bomb! Dang, not bomb.

[Pliny] Bomb!

Nice throw, hat glasses.

Ooh, ooh! Dr. Lullah, look at me!

Bomb! Aagh!

I landed on my submarine keys.

[Merian] ♪ T- A -T -E- R ♪

♪ The Communitater show is where you are ♪

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[engine running]

[Pliny as Mr. Communitater] Honey, I'm home,

and boy, am I baked.

[audience laughing]

[radio static]

[audience laughing]

Now that my amnesia is gone,

tomorrow shall be our wedding day,

and I could not be more excited.

[growls] Bomb Swapper!

[thunder rumbling]

[♪ closing theme music playing]