♪♪♪
She's a chiropractor.
What's a ky-ro-what-ah?
- Chiro-practors are like doctors,
who just never went to medical school.
- Let's go, big fella.
(Slap) - Ahhh!
OWWWW!
I'll be right in my office.
- Oh no! I've lost my Fudgy Lumps!
- Fudgy lumps?
- They're Owen's favourite candy
because they combine his two favourite things:
Fudge and lumps.
- Fudgy Lumps!
Fudgy Lumps!
- If Owen doesn't find them soon,
it's gonna get pretty ugly, like really fast.
- Fudgy lumps! Where are you?
(Panicked panting)
- See what I mean?
(Bones crack)
(Pained grunts)
- Wow Chef, you're tighter than a Bon Jovi cover band.
How did this even happen?
- Well... (Bones crack) (Pained grunt)
I started my day with the morning vacuuming.
Then I worked out.
254!
Then I brushed my teeth.
(Screams in pain)
- Ah... dental Hygiene.
The most dangerous game of all.
Chef: Ugh!
Ahhhhhh!
- (Panicked panting)
- Hey. Hey-hey. Shhh.
It's okay. You're okay.
Let's just retrace your steps and we'll find them.
- Okay.
I showed up at school...
and went to visit the goldfish.
Then to the bathroom to dry off.
(Dryer whirs, hard thud)
Then went outside to play.
Then I came back inside clapping my hands
and carrying nothing.
Ooooh. Where could my fudgy lumps be?
- So, it sounds like you left your Fudgy Lumps outside.
- (Gasps)
Stay strong Fudgy Lumps! I'm comin'!
(Thud)
(Repeated thuds) Ooof!
(Sliding squeak)
Nooooo!
(Grunts)
Is this door an innie or an outie?!
Somebody help me!
- It's locked.
The pool noodle's too soft it'll just bounce off and--yep.
(Owen screams)
- The plastic chairs aren't strong enough to--see.
- This isn't over!
- I've tried every possible way to escape this daycare.
Nothing worse than watching an amateur try it.
- I'm gonna ram the door!
(Thud) (Pained grunt) (Ball thuds)
NOOOOOO!
- And I'll go get, Chef. He'll be able to open the door.
- (Whimpering) - Okay on three. One-
- Ahhh! What happened to two and three?
(Knocks) - Chef? Are you in there?
(Loud cracks) (Chef screams) Nooooo!
- Chef says that Chef's not in his office.
- Ahhhh! (Fainting moan)
- I can getcha outside. But it's gonna cost ya.
- Anything! Anything for my Fudgies!
I got 6 cents and a piece of lightly chewed gum.
- I don't want your second hand gum.
- I said lightly chewed. Lightly.
- I want a cut of the Fudgy Lumps.
- (Gasp) No deal! Never!
- Owen, pal, you need to see this.
- (Panicked exhales) No!
Get away from my Fudgy Lumps!
Oh no! Hey! Don't! You stop that!
Ahhh!
(Chewing sounds) - Ahhhh!
- I'm not sure why, but Owen's always had
incredibly bad luck with squirrels.
(Music plays, lever cranks)
- Ahhhhhhhhhh!
(Giggles) Ahhhhh!
Yeahhhh!
Woohoo!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
For the love of s'mores, please stop!
(Gasps) A snake!
Snake, stop that squirrel!
Please! Stop him!
Oh no! Now they've both got a taste for the lumps!
I will share my Fudgy Lumps with anyone
who helps me get them back.
- Everyone meet me in the play castle.
I've got a plan to get us outside.
If you guys help me finish this tunnel,
we can rescue Owen's Fudgy Lumps,
and he'll share them with us!
(All Cheer) Yes!
♪♪♪
Owen: Oh-oh!
(Screams)
(Dirt rattles)
- I see the light!
(Gasp) We made it outside!
Hooray!
(All cheer)
- Amateurs.
- They've eaten half the box -
they don't even look like they're enjoying them anymore!
We need a new plan now!
- Hey! I have an idea!
Why don't I borrow Chef's phone,
hack into the defense department,
steal one of their drones, fly it here,
pick up the chocolates,
and drop them through the skylight!
- Okay, then. Anyone else have a plan?
- Ah boy, do I feel great.
What're you kids looking at?
- We're watching a squirrel eat all of Owen's Fudgy Lumps.
- Well, that's not good news.
Let's go rescue those chocolates.
(All cheer)
- Oh yaaa, Super Chef to the rescue!
(Bones cracking) Ah! My ankle!
My knee. Hip. Back.
Shoulder. Neck. Brain.
(Pained cry)
Just wanted to say bye-- (Gasps)
- (Pained cries)
- Okay. Guess we start all over again.
Chef: Please, no...
(Screaming)
Being a hero to children everyday isn't easy,
but it's what I do.
Ahhhhhh!
Oooh! Ahhh!
(Screaming)
- There goes my last chance.
I'll never taste the sweet waxy yumminess
of a Fudgy Lump again.
- Good news! I'm in!
- In what?
- I told you, silly.
I hacked the password and borrowed a military drone.
I told it to come here, stat.
- Izzy, it's a really cute idea,
but not even a adult could do that.
- Oh, yeah? Then what's that?!
- Hey, I see a drone!
- Oh thank you, Izzy, thank you!
(Rotors beat loudly)
- Whoa!
(Thud, sliding squeak)
- How did you do that?!
- I'm not totally sure, but boy is it fun to fly!
(Radar pings)
- One of our drones has been hacked!
- Details!
- The hacker's phone is listed to a Norbert.
- Norbert? Hmm.
I'm not familiar with that operative.
Is that... a box of Fudgy Lumps?
- It is, Sir.
- Dark or Milk chocolate?
- Dark, sir.
- Time to send in the troops.
(Alarm sounds)
(Jets whoosh)
(Rotors beat)
Noah: Okay, okay. A little to the left.
(Beep, rotors beat)
No. No. No, no, no. (Panicked) Other left! Other left!
- Oh, you mean right.
- Now she knows what other left means?!
(Loud smash) (Noah gasps)
- Weeeee! This is fun! (Chuckles)
I gotta get me one of these!
(Smash) Wooo!
(Buttons beep)
- Oh no! More right! - Back a bit!
- Careful!
(Shaving sound)
(Angry chitter)
(Smash) All: Ahhhh!
- Whoopsie! Oh man, this is fun to fly!
I'm totally asking Santa for one of these.
(Loud smash)
Harold: Run! - FREEZE!
- (Giggles)
- Oh crud. I'm busted.
I got no chiropractor license!
- I had a feeling.
- But they're not taking me down without a fight.
Agh!
- Hmph. - Ahhhh!
- Owen! The door's open!
- I'm coming, Fudgy Lumps!
- So awesome!
(Giggles) Woo-hooo!
(Smash) Oops!
(Rotors beat)
Oooh, what a pretty red button.
Drone: Military Drone deactivated.
(Beeps off)
- Fudgy Lumps!
Uh-oh. (Loud smash)
(Kids scream)
Owen: Ahhh! Izzy: Cool.
Wonder what this one does!
- What the heck is going on here?
- (Giggles, beep)
Drone: Initiating self destruct drive.
Have a nice day.
(Loud explosion)
- Whoaaaaa! Coooool!
Here's your phone, Chef!
- You're under arrest, Norbert.
- I-I swear, I haven't touched my phone all day!
I'm innocent!
(Bones crack) Ow, my back!
- Bye, Norbert!
- I know how much you were looking forward
to eating those, Owen.
- Farewell Fudgy Lumps.
- Sorry we couldn't save them, buddy.
- It's okay.
I've got another box in my lunch.
- I should've seen that coming.
- So, I guess I could've told everyone
that I had another box of Fudgy Lumps,
and avoided all that chaos and destruction.
But if I had, I never would have known
how much my friends love me.
I committed a Federal offence for you!
- Yes you did. Thanks, Izzy!
- Any time!
- And now I'm going to enjoy this box
all the more.
(Squirrels chitter)
- NOOOOOOOO!!!!