♪♪♪
- Wow, whack-a-monster!
When did this get here?
- Duncan says he "found it" on the way to school.
- Technically I did. You wanna try?
The more fingerprints I get on this thing the better.
- Sure, okay!
Ha! Agh!
(Dazed) That's gonna leave a mark!
Lemme try again--
Ow! Ah. Ow! Ow-ow-ow! Ow-ow!
Gahhh!
- I never knew the monsters could win.
- Today we'll be learning how to toss pizza dough.
Who wants to try?
- Oh! Me! I do!
Oh-oh-oh! Me! Me!
- Anyone who... doesn't make a mess?
- Me! Me! Me!
- Anyone? - Me! Me!
Me! (Slap) Me! (Slap) Me! (Slap)
Meeeeeeeee!
(Glass shatters) (Car alarm sounds)
- (Sighs) All right, Owen. Go ahead.
- (Grunts)
(Panic screaming)
(Dough splats) - Ahhhhh!
- Ahhhh!
Ahhhh! - Ahhhh!
- Oh... am I finished?
- Yes. You're finished. - (Sighs)
- Careful, Courtney.
- It's all about control.
- Can I try? Can I-can I-can I?
- Umm... - It's just that...
- Pleeeease?
- Fiiiiine... - Yes.
- Okay, Owen. Keep your fingers nice and zen.
- Here goes...
(Flames crackle)
(Fire extinguisher whooshes)
- How did it burst into flames?!
- Ummm... - It was Owen.
- I don't know! It's my hands!
I was just-and fire- the pizza dough-
wack a monster with my face-gah!
- Ah-ah-ah. Your hands are fine.
You just need to be more careful, okay?
Come on, give me a high five.
- Are you sure about this?
- Yeah. Go for it, champ.
- Here goes...
Ahhhhh!
(Pins clatter)
- That still counts.
- There. It's perfect. - Aaaaahhhh!!!
- Owen, you ruined my painting!
- (Groans) - Wait, no.
It's still good.
- Waaahhhh! OOF!
- You're right, your hands are just terrible.
- (Sighs)
Oh hands, why can't you be better at stuff?
Dr. Digits: Oooweeen...
- Who is that? Cobra clutch: Ooooweeeen...
- Oh, that's weird.
It's coming from the lost and found.
Huh. Nothing in here can talk.
- Well, that's not true.
- Wha-wha-whaaat? Talking gloves?!
- And we can do so much more.
- We shall make you the best at everything you do.
- All you gotta do is slip us on.
- But we're not supposed to take stuff
from the lost and found unless we're the one who lost it.
- You can't leave us in here
with this smelly gym sock. Come on!
- Imagine how impressed your friends will be
when we make you amazing.
Just undo the clasp.
- Okay. But just for a little while.
(Poof)
- Sweet, sweet freedom!
- Jazz hands!
- I didn't know I could do jazz hands!
- (Chuckles) You can't, but we can.
I'm Dr. Digits.
- And I am Cobra Clutch.
From now on we will be giving you a hand up.
- This is awesome!
(In unison) Fist bump!
A-hem. Can I try?
- Owen, you'll probably just hurt yourself again, so...
go for it!
- Play it cool, daddy-o. We got this.
- Wow! - Yes!
(Poof) I won!!
(Weak groans)
- Heh-hey! Now that's how you beat a game!
♪♪♪
All: Woooooow....
- He turned raw dough into a cooked pizza!
- Owen?! That was incredible!
Who else wants to try?
All: We do, we do!
- Here, I'll get you started.
(Dough thuds) All: (Groan)
- Bowling ball?! Cinderblock?! Anchor?!
- (Gasp) How did those get in there?
- Yeah! You kids know those aren't proper pizza toppings!
Smarten up!
- Careful duuuude...
- (Gasps) - But... how?
- Not gonna lie,
even I impress me with that one.
Your turn, Jude.
- Ahhh...
(Blocks clatter)
Heeelllp!
- Shh! Now Owen, I don't know what you changed,
but you've become the best pizza tosser,
building blocker and whack-a-monsterer
I've ever seen.
You get first prize!
- Wow, really?!
I didn't even know there was an award for this!
And I couldn't have done it...
without my hands.
- Yeah, I guess not.
- Y'see, Owen? We told ya you'd be the best.
- This calls for a celebration!
I say we let loose!
- Little help, bro? - Can we help 'em out?
- Sure... - Why not?
(Poof) Both: Wedgyyyyyyyy!
- Ah! My hands have a mind of their own!
Sorrrrryyyy.
Did you wanna get pushed?
- Whoa. - Hey. Too high!
- Did you say higher? (Giggles)
- Ahhhh! - Eeee!
- It seems like I did that on purpose but I didn't, bye!
Hey, guys, can we talk?
- About how awesome we are? Sure.
- Well, yeah. Being awesome is good,
but it seems like I keep hurting my friends
and that's not good. - Hurting your friends?
(Chuckles) Puh-shaw.
It's all in your head.
Courtney: (Clearing throat) - Maybe their heads too.
- Owen, you keep hurting your friends.
- We want you to stop! - Yeah. That's my thing?
- Well, I can explain. These gloves--
(Muffled) Mmmph!
- Owen, we always cheered for you before.
But now that you're good at everything
you're a real meany.
- Yeah, dude!
- (Sighs)
- Ignore them. They're just jealous.
- But I don't understand.
Why do you have to mess with my friends?
- (Sighs) Allow us to explain.
Dr. Digits: You could become the best by practicing
and working hard...
Cobra clutch: ...or you can just do whatever it takes
to make your friends fail at everything
they try to beat you at.
- It might not be nice... - But it's way easier.
- What?! That's horrible!
My friends won't like me anymore.
- Ya, it's lonely at the top,
but view is siiiick!
- I like being good at stuff,
but this has gone too far!
The gloves are coming off!
- Hey, now! What do you think you're doin'?
We aren't goin' back to that bin!
No way, no how.
- You'll just have to get used to getting your hands dirty.
Won't-chya?! Won't-chya?! - Ow. Okay-okay! Ow. Stop!
Yeah, you will! - I give! (Sighs)
You need to think of way out of this.
I know... Pizza!
Oh think better! (Gasp) I got it!
(Whistling)
Oh hey,
I heard there's treasure buried in this sandbox.
- Treasure? - Bling a ding ding!
- Everyone! Come quick!
Okay, I know this is gonna sound nutty, but...
I wanted to get good at stuff so I tried magic gloves,
but now they're being mean and I can't get them off!
I need help.
- We don't buy it.
- What's more likely?
I suddenly got good at everything...
or I have magic evil gloves?
- Whoa. Owen has magic evil gloves!
(All gasp)
- I have a plan but I'll need your help
getting them off my hands! - You got it, dude.
- Whoa!
- We really cleaned up! - Thanks for the tip!
- You're welcome?
Anyway I was thinking.
There's one thing I haven't done yet...
give the perfect high five.
- Don't leave me hangin', dudes.
- Too easy. - This'll be a synch!
(Snickers) - Great!
But I only need one.
Which one of you gives the best high five?
- Dr. Digits is in the house.
- Move aside. Watch the cobra clutch this.
- Get real. No one high fives with their left, baby.
- That's it! - Gah!
Reconnect the clasp and tie them together!
That shuts them down!
(Struggling) Ahhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhh!
- Gah! Oof! - Ooooohhh gaaahhh!
Both: Nooooo!
(Poof)
- And that's that.
I'm gonna miss being good at stuff.
But I'd rather have friends.
- Look at this place! What happened?!
- Chef... I took gloves from the lost and found
and they made me do bad things.
- What's the rule about the lost and found?
All: Don't take stuff from the lost and found
unless you're the one who lost it.
- Chef! Duncan took shoes from the lost and found
and now he's--
- (Screaming)
Help! - Duncan!
What-Is-the-rule?!!
Duncan: Ahhhhhhh!