3x08 - Guy vs. Guy
Noah?
Gotcha!
This... means... war.
â™Ş So make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way we're gonna have fun tonight â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş so make way. â™Ş
â™Ş So make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş so make way. â™Ş
Hey, Tanner! What's up, Chris? Noelle, how's it going?
You'll have to do better than that, Rex.
I'm gonna get you, Noah. That's a promise.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Gotcha.
Rex I'm prank master supreme. Save yourself some pain and admit defeat.
- Never. I will get you! - Aah!
Oh, no.
"You're not only one with smack hands. Gotcha!"
How did he get in here?
How could you let him in here?
You're conspiring with the enemy!
Mm.
He bribed me. And I needed a laugh.
If you really wanna get back at the kid, you'll need my help.
How can I trust you after you betrayed me to Noah like this?
Forget it.
Your lost. I've been banned from six asian
countries for some pranks I've pulled.
It's a delicate art. Requires skills, daring, and a cold,
unforgiving heart.
You need my help.
I got to do this on my own.
Look Bobo, Noah is better than me at just about everything.
When was the last time he turned himself into a motorcycle?
He's smarter than me. He's more popular than me.
You know that I've never made a basket when I played against him?
So? I've never been able to run
without my knuckle's dragon. What's the big deal?
And now he started a prank war that you can't win.
Um... actually...
Gotcha!
You're funny, but you have no idea what you've started.
Don't you watch movies? All those little blond kids are evil.
You don't stand a chance.
I don't know what Providence was thinking?
This evo is a threat.
We're taking reports like this all over the country.
They think they can just tame them and let them free.
Maybe Noah could do a better job fighting evos, too, huh?
That, ladies and gentlemen, is what I do best!
Gotcha.
I hope you like maple. Now, that's how you throw a water balloon.
We're even.
Ha, ha, ha. That's good.
We're so not even! We're so not even!
- That will never work. - It's totally going to work.
You don't even know.
Why're you so jumpy? Noah called the truce.
Well, I didn't accept it. And I'm not jumpy.
Get down!
Look.
- You're going down, Noah! - It's not gonna work. Ow.
Almost perfect.
This is actually going to work!
It's not gonna work.
Ok, how do I make hima pay? Oh sure, now you come to me.
I'm not even sure if you can handle my kind of prank.
Where I go, it's not the faint of heart.
No, that's perfect! I'm practically begging you!
Give me one good reason.
Okay. I'm in.
Pranking is an awfull one, but it's also a sport,
like any sport, lots of people play.
But only a few truly master it.
I'm creating the greatest pranks in the history of the world.
That carpet bomb. The feline freak-out, the white
house - out house. And this will top them all!
Finally, Noah is gonna feel what it's like to be on the losing side.
Relax, would ya? You're too excited to blow
it for the both of us!
We gonna do something fast or he's gonna keep getting me.
Let him.
Take one for the team, if you have to.
This is all about the big finish.
And it's gonna be big. We must observe.
Watch his every move. Then we pick the right time to strike!
Get going.
Start spying on him. Find out every detail you can.
- It's P-day! - Yeah. Prank day!
No, I gotta go to the little chimps' room.
Oh, hey Noah! I got to warn you, I'm feeling unstoppable today.
Yeah, about that.
Sorry, but I can't shoot around today.
Is this a prank? I'm not gonna fall for it.
What? No. I just have a date with Claire tonight.
Sort of came up last minute. I'm sorry.
Really? I mean, oh... bummer.
Have a good time on your date, I guess.
Oh, no.
Not tonight, Rex. Claire is off-limits.
- Temporary truce. - Fine.
But... that doesn't mean I'm letting you off easy.
You can call of tonight, Bobo, Noah's got a date with Claire.
Call it off? This is a perfect time to strike!
Well done, my apprentice.
- I made a promise. - You're the one that
dance with the devil kid.
Now put on your boogie shoes, and prepare to be amazed.
I did little diggin' while you were gone and found this --
the most humiliating picture of Noah ever taken.
Ehm. I'm not sure this picture is embarrassing.
- Are you doubting the king? - Aha?
This is a list of bush leak prank
you should put on Noah before his date.
These make even my gags look good.
Literally!
That's the plan! We need to lull Noah into
a faul sense of security. We'll win this war.
It's gonna just take a little more pain and humiliation on your part.
Rex, come out. I know you're in there.
I know what you gonna say, Noah.
Here, have some gum as a peace offer.
Like I'd fall for that.
Seriously Rex, I need you to give it a rest, at least for tonight.
I want my date to be perfect.
I understand.
Tonight will be perfect.
Come on...
Bobo?
You're beautifull.
Uh, where'd you get all stuff to build it?
Hey, trade secret. You don't wanna know, anyway.
It's the sausage-making part of pranking.
- Bobo... - Ok, fine...
I took some stuff from the lab. No big deal.
Now help me move this.
It's time to put the plan into action.
Bobo, what is the plan?
Noah and Claire will arrive at the restarant only to find it closed for health court violation.
But what about his plan B? Noah always has a backup plan.
Got it covered. The roads around town are all suddenly under construction.
- So they have to walk. Big deal. - It is a big deal.
They'll be walking right under a gauntlet of giant electronic billboards.
And it actually worked!
Of course it worked. I'm the king. Help me with these cables.
Not until you tell me what the rest of the plan is.
- See those screens? - Kind a hard not to.
Imagine this... Up there, in front of her.
This isn't going to work.
This isn't the kind of thing that bothers Noah, like, at all.
Just trust me.
All we have to do now is sit back and wait.
The machine is power up. But when it's ready...
I saw him sneaking around the lab earlier.
And now I can't find some equipment.
What kind of equipment?
Among other things, the magnetic containment pod.
It's holding some pretty rare radiactive material,
if even a small amount is exposed to oxygene,
- it could ionize the local atmosphere. - And it is bad?
It is if you're planning
to live anywhere near it for the next 500 years.
Well, if I see it, I make sure you get it back.
Bobo! What's that cylinder?
Is it the magnetic containment pod?
Maybe.
Shut down the machine, Bobo. Now!
All right, all right. Relax.
It didn't work! Ones it loses power,
the material will contact oxygen, and then...
Catastrophe? Oh, boy.
It's not working. My nanites can't communicate with it.
The radiation must be blocking them.
We've... destroyed the world. Great prank.
Would you relax? We'll figure something out.
Really? What? Duck and cover?
This is bad. I'm calling Holiday.
Wow, wow, wow. Hold up there.
We call Holiday and both of us are in deep chimp chips.
Well, at least let's get these people out of here.
Would it make a difference.
All we need to do is disconnect the billboards.
That will stop the power train. Trust me.
Well that could work. If I'm fast enough...
I won't call holiday yet, but we do need some help.
He thinks, I've never noticed, but it's still pretty funny.
I mean. He never... makes a basket.
- Hey Noah! Hi Claire! - Dude! Not cool!
- We had a deal. - It's not a prank, Noah.
Well, at least not anymore. See, we were going to prank you,
bbut the machine is going malfunctioned, and if we don't
to stop it, it's gonna destroy the city.
And now you need my help.
What kind of prank would lead to this?
All we want to put embarrassing picture of you up
on these billboards. Now we need to go around
- ...and disconnect all of them. - Wait. What picture?
You realized Claire took this, right?
I'm going to kill that monkey.
I really am. But let's save the world first.
All I wanted was to be better than Noah at something
and you had to make it so big it was bound to fail.
You were the one who begged me for help.
Practically begged. And now I need Noah's help with this.
Thanks for making him better at something else, Bobo... ?
Whoa!
- One down. About fifty to go. - Fifty?
Go big or go home, baby.
All I'm saying, if you hadn't insist proving that you were the king
of pranks, none of this would have happened!
Wouldn't a matter if you weren't useless at pranking.
That's it! I'm calling Holiday!
Holiday? We're in trouble. Bobo stole that containment
cylinder as part of the prank, and now we can't shut it down.
- What can we do? - Hug your monkey
and say goodbye. You're too late.
- You're too late? - Rex?
Run.
It didn't -- it's not going to...
What just happend?
I did what you should have done from the start.
I called Holiday. And she told me how to rewire your device so
the battery wouldn't fail. Then we figured out how to
broadcast the billboards' images all over the world.
- Hug my monkey. - Never take anything
from my lab, again. Nice video, by the way. Gotcha.
Noah, you are indeed
the king of pranks. You have proven your supreme
dominance above all others. I pale in comparison.
I bow before your awesome might.
Claire, wait! We can still go to dinner!
That's puttin' it mildly.
But so what?
Someday I'll be better than Noah at something.
Maybe.
Oh, the old exploding-orange gag!
I can't believe you felt for it. I got you!
Who's the king of pranks now?
Gotcha! Gotcha! Gotcha!
It's on.
Now, Bobo, come on. It was just a joke.
Got to go.