♪ Who's gonna help When the danger overwhelms ♪
♪ And the mysteries Are piled high? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be around Never gonna let you down ♪
♪ When you're on a wild ride? ♪
♪ Your friends are always By your side ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek He's gonna save the day ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek ♪
[doorbell ringing]
I'm surprised it's not candy-colored.
[Mabel] Is that the Craig from the creek?
I'm Bobby's mom.
Come in.
Uh. Thank you, Mrs. Bobson.
When Bobby Bear told us all about that terrible situation
with all those bees in your room,
I said, "Oh, no, no, no, no. You have him come over here,
stay a night, and we would be so excited."
Is that Craig?
Ah. I'm Bobby's dad.
You hungry? We got some leftover pineapple pizza.
Um. No, thanks. I already ate.
Well, all right. Well, let's get you to Bobby.
Bobby Boy.
[Mabel] Oh, my gosh. Look at our sweet Bobby Bear.
[chuckles] Craig, I didn't even see you there.
Ooh! [chuckles]
Hey, Bobby.
You know, I'm surprised I've made it this far into your house
without seeing one piece of--
Can we have pancakes for breakfast?
Oh... but not with the maple syrup.
Too much sugar isn't good for you.
And don't forget you have a dentist appointment first thing in the morning.
So don't you boys stay up too late.
Not that I have to remind you, Bobby.
You're such a perfect good boy.
All right. You two have fun now.
What the heck, man?
You trying to get me grounded?
What?
Craig, my parents don't allow candy in the house.
But don't worry. What Mama and Papa don't know can't hurt 'em.
What are you talking about?
It's everywhere.
-My candy. -[Craig] Mmm.
[straining] My candy.
[Craig exclaims softly]
My candy.
[exclaims]
But this sleepover is a special occasion.
This calls for me to dip into my...
super secret stash.
I've stuffed this beanbag chair full of candy bar after candy bar.
And after years of pressure underneath my little tush,
it condensed down into one bar,
so dense with sugar it could melt your pancreas.
Whoa!
The ultimate candy bar.
So...
do you want some candy, Craig?
[grunts] Let's take a walk on the sweet side.
Whoa! That is sweet.
My blood sugar's rising. I can feel it.
[both giggling]
[techno music playing]
[music fades]
[Craig groans softly]
[sighs]
Talk about a sugar rush, huh, Bobby?
Bobby?
-[scary music playing] -[hisses]
[screams]
Oh, my gosh! Where's Bobby?
-[knocking at door] -[Tom] Wakey, wakey, Bobby Bear.
Time to rise and shine.
[gasps]
[Tom] Bobby, I--
Uh. Hi, Mr. Bobson.
Oh. Morning, Craig.
Is my Baby Bobby still sleeping?
Uh... Yeah.
Huh. Bobby always wakes up at seven on the dot.
Did you two get up to something last night?
-Uh... -[suspenseful music playing]
I'm just joking. I know you're both good boys.
Give old Bob-a-rino a poke for me,
and I'll be back in a little bit
to get him for his dentist appointment.
Oh, no. Where's Bobby?
[sighs] I gotta find him before his dentist appointment.
If his parents find out we've been bad boys, we'll be in so much trouble.
Think, Craig. Think.
[groans softly] So much candy.
[upbeat music playing]
[chomping]
[both laughing]
[both sigh]
This is the life.
I had no idea you were so sneaky.
You're not gonna tell my parents about my candy, are you?
No way. I think it's cool that you have this bad-boy side of you.
You do?
Dude, I get it.
The pressure to uphold that good-boy image.
Everyone always says, I'm such a good boy, too.
I'm tired of it.
[sighs]
Some days I just wish I could cut loose.
-Hmm. Why don't we? -What?
Let's forget about being polite and getting good grades and making our beds.
We can be rude. We can make mischief.
We can be bad boys.
Yes! Bad boys!
And I know just where to start.
Bad boys?
[both] Bad boys!
[gasps]
-The creek! -[racoon chitters]
[racoon chittering]
Bobby!
[grunts]
-Hmm. A little to the left. -[panting] Raj. Shawn.
Ah! Craig.
Hey, have you guys seen...
Whoa. What happened there?
Raj and I came down to set up for the morning rush.
And when we arrived, the inside of The Candy Bar was all messed up.
Guess some local bad boys must have been causing some mischief last night.
[Bobby] It's closed!
All right. Let's go home.
Bobby, we're bad boys. We don't need doors.
-[glass shattering] -[groans] Ow!
-[leaves rustling] -[chuckles] Nice.
Hey, Shawn. Bobby's ready for the usual.
One frosty mug of cake frosting coming right up.
[glass breaking]
[both] Bad boys!
-♪ Every time I eat ♪ -♪ Every time I eat ♪
-♪ It always slips ♪ -♪ It always slips ♪
-♪ Candy ♪ -♪ Candy ♪
[flushing]
Oh, my gosh, Bobby. I've got the best idea.
Oh, my gosh. What is it?
Let's TP someone's hangout.
You're thinking what I'm thinking?
-The Tea Timers... -The Stump Kids.
What? No. What? Eliza. I meant Eliza.
Oh, yeah. Sorry. I meant Eliza, too.
Sometimes my E's come out as "Stump Kids."
Typical bad boys.
Hope you catch those handsome ne'er-do-wells.
But I gotta go.
Okay. Bye, Craig.
Only 30 minutes until Bobby's dentist appointment.
He better be here.
[gasps]
There's no toilet paper?
[softly] Bobby?
Oh. Hey, George.
Have you seen Bobby around here?
Young Bobert? No.
And you have to get out of here right now before...
All right. Let's get this show on the road.
[screams]
No one is allowed to see any of me until I'm ready!
George, throw him out.
Throw, throw, throw!
Yeah! Eat it, Tea Timers! [chuckles]
[sobbing]
What's wrong?
[sobbing] Nothing.
It's just...
This is like the first time we really hung out like this and...
[chomps]
[muffled] I don't want this night to end.
But we've got to get back eventually for my dentist appointment.
What if we canceled your appointment?
What are you saying, Craig?
Hear me out, Bobba-louey.
You go to the dentist to get your teeth checked out, right?
But what's the point of going to the dentist if you have no teeth?
No teeth means no appointment.
No appointment means we can party all night long.
You candy-munchin' genius!
You're right!
I got something back at the Stump that will do just the trick.
[both] Bad boys!
[both chomping]
The Stump! [screams]
[panting]
Bobby's at the Stump.
Forget everything you've seen here!
[groaning] Only 20 minutes until his dentist appointment.
Huh? Where is he?
Bobby!
[yelps] Come on. Who would leave their garbage around here?
[gasps] A couple of bad boys.
Bobby Boy.
Soon all your dental problems will be solved.
With this, I'll be able to knock all your teeth out in one swing.
Wait!
What are you gonna replace them with?
I still need to be able to smile for school pictures
and chew my candy.
Easy. Marshmallows.
Of course.
What a great and terrific idea, Craig.
All right. Now say "teeth."
Wait!
Bad boys?
[both] Bad boys!
[both chomping]
[racoon screeching]
The marshmallows! Give those back!
Never! [chittering]
Did that racoon just talk?
Come back here, you little rat!
[both panting]
[Craig] There it is!
You got nowhere to hide now, raccoon.
Are those the baby humans who've been messing with you, Rodney?
Yeah. That's them, Gary.
A little something about me.
I don't like it when people mess with my friends.
So what are you gonna do about it, Bambi? [chuckles softly]
[both gasping]
[crackles]
[deer] I'm giving you boys a three-second head start,
and then, it's hunting season.
-One... -[both screaming]
...two...
[both panting]
[panting] Did we lose it?
[rapid thudding]
We might be dead, bro.
[screaming]
[Bobby panting] Look! My house!
Time for big time Bobby Blue!
[chomps]
Big time, bad boy, Bobby Blue!
[Craig laughing] Yeah!
The sky. My only weakness.
We go home.
-[thuds] -[Craig yelps, groans]
Bobby? Bobby? Bobby Boy?
-Bobby? -[snoring] My candy.
Oh, Bobby. Oh, thank goodness.
Bobby, it's dentist time.
Huh? It is?
-[thuds] -[yelps]
-[Craig grunting] -[Bobby groaning]
[groaning] It's almost time!
[rustling]
Okay.
[mumbling]
[groans softly]
Come on, Bobby. You gotta wake up.
[Tom] Good morning, my good boys.
Bobby, you ready for your appointment
with Dr. Michelle Andersen, DDS?
[grunts] I'm ready.
What a good boy.
All right. All aboard the dentist train.
[mimicking train] Tooth, tooth. Brush, brush, brush, brush.
How did you...
[chuckles softly] I'm barely alive.
Bad boys?
Bad boys.
♪ When it's time to go to bed ♪
♪ Oh, no You don't have to feel alone ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow At the creek ♪
Just like I drew it.