Uh! Wah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ta-da!
- Ah! - Ugh.
Whoa! Ah!
- Aww.
Reptar is hard at work
in his secret greenhouse on the moon.
He's nearly installed the last Cretaceous Crystal
in his frosty spaceship.
Eliminate Reptar. all: Arachno!
Reptar's confronted by the evil spider-bot Arachno.
all: Get him, Reptar.
Thank sevens. Arachno is defleated.
Hmm.
- Tricky beast. - I spoked too soon.
- Get up. - Poor Reptar.
Oh, no.
Will Reptar recover in time
to save his beloved home planet?
Or will Arachno succeed in destroying the Earth at last?
Find out on the next episode of...
"Reptar in Space."
Don't forget, viewers, tomorrow is Reptar Day
when we celebrate our scaly hero
with a 24-hour "Reptar" marathon.
You're in for a treat.
Did you hear that?
Tomorrow's Reptar Day!
You can't make it?
I'm running an Earth Day festival here, Jonathan.
You're not just letting me down,
you're letting down the entire planet.
No, I haven't forgotten you were hit by a bus.
I'll tell you what. I'm in a generous mood.
You can wait until all the casts are off.
Mommy, what is Earth Day anyway?
It's all about saving the Earth, darling,
going green, recycling, and cleaning up the planet.
Oh.
Hello, all. What do you think?
Huh?
It's Earth Day founder Gaylord Nelson
constructed entirely from recycled aluminum cans.
Simply stunning, Didi,
the perfect backdrop for my speech.
That reminds me. We were supposed to have
a papier-mâché Earth on display over there.
Could you track it down for me, please?
Cheers.
Well, pumpkin, time for
a little father-daughter adventure.
Grandpa and the babies!
Can I go play with them, Daddy?
Or you could do that.
- Hi, Grandpa. - Hello, sunshine.
Oh, man, this takes me back to my peace and love days.
Oh, are they giving away aloe vera plants?
Hi, Angelica. Isn't it great?
Everybody's celebrating Reptar Day.
Huh? Reptar Day? This is Earth Day.
Seriously, you bottle brains never heard of Earth Day?
Today's all about being green.
Like Reptar, 'cause it's Reptar Day.
No. Not like Reptar.
It's about saving the Earth.
Like Reptar fighting the evil Arachno.
No, it's Earth's birthday.
Like Rep--oh. How old is Earth turning?
103, if you must know.
I think Angelica's trying to fool us
with this Earth Day stuff.
Oh, yeah. Nature's beauty cream.
Well, come on, sprouts. Let's check out the fair.
Lucy, did that man at the recycling center
seem a little... down in the dumps?
He did, Randy.
He told me it was 'cause he spent all day
crushing soft drink cans and that's soda-pressing.
So inconclusion, don't forget to reduce,
reuse, and recycle.
Who would expect free cookies to beat out
carefully rehearsed puns?
D-d-did you say free cookies? Be right back.
Free cookies. That proves it's Reptar Day.
Those cookies have nothing to do with Reptar Day,
'cause it doesn't exist.
Poor Angelica.
Guess she didn't grow up with Reptar Day.
Because you just made it up.
If it's not Reptar Day, then why does that sign say,
"Reptar, Reptar, Reptar?"
Susie Carmichael, you can't even read.
That sign says, "Blah, blah, blah, re-bicycling."
What's that?
You throw all your bottles into that machine over there,
and it turns them into bicycles.
Nah, those are curvaceous crystals.
They power Reptar's ship. See?
That's all it does? Huh. Some hero.
It can fly too... when the time is right.
Aunt Betty, we're almost out. My bestie texted.
Word is, your cookies are the yummiest treat
at the whole festival.
Not surprised. You hold down the fort,
I'll go restock from the car.
Hello. Why walk when you can zip through the crowd
on a fabulous electric scooter?
And on account of it's Earth Day,
they're eco-friendly and free. - Sold.
Of course, tips are appreciated.
Got to work on our timing.
One little bean plant produces so much oxygen
and beans.
It's just like Reptar's secret greenhouse on the moon.
Look around, Tommy.
Do you see any signs of Reptar at all?
Anywhere. If this is Reptar Day,
then where is he?
You're missing the true meaning
behind Reptar Day, Angelica.
It's not about seeing Reptar,
it's about everything he stands for,
like being green and always doing good.
And when evil robots start making trouble,
he doesn't back down.
That's why on Reptar Day, we celebrate how Reptar
always beats the bad guys and saves the Earths.
Wow, you babies really
believe all this junk, don't you?
And the bestest part is, everyone gets treats.
Oh, really?
Then why aren't there cookies in my tummy right now?
Cookies are for believers, Angelica.
Don't you want to believe in Reptar's grape-ness with us?
Look.
There he is. - Thank you, Jake, Daxton.
Please be careful with our hero.
That looks nothing like Reptar.
Ah, sure it does if you squint upside down.
Of course I want a treat, Cynthia.
Who wouldn't?
But surely that doesn't mean I have to believe in Reptar.
- Nice work, Drew. - Go get them, honey.
I'm all set here.
Uh-uh-uh... ahh!
Hello, everyone.
Welcome to our annual Earth Day celebration.
Before we bring on our entertainment,
I am proud to introduce my brother-in-law
and local inventor, Stu Pickles,
with his...
NITWIT, as in New Ingenious Total Waste
Interception Technology, because what says Earth Day
more than cleaning up?
With its patented mega-suck technology
and robotic trash-seeking pinchers,
NITWIT will leave the outdoors cleaner than you found it.
In fact, if we set enough NITWITs free
on the face of this planet, we can clean up the whole world.
NITWIT eliminate rubbish.
- Shut it down. Shut it down! - I can't.
The brilliance of NITWIT is that it's solar-powered.
It only turns off when the sun goes down.
Ooh.
Aunt Betty, this crowd's getting hangry.
What's your ETA?
On my way back, Gabi.
Can't this thing go any faster?
Okay, just explain to me one thing.
Why would Reptar come here to celebrate with you?
Shouldn't he be out somewhere saving the world?
Arachno!
Reptar, Reptar, where are you?
We need you. - Now's the time, Chuckie.
Power up the spaceship.
- Ooh!
Ahh!
NITWIT eliminate rubbish.
You're right, Cynthia.
It's been almost a jillion minutes
and no sign of Reptar anywhere.
I can't believe those dumb babies almost had me believing.
NITWIT cleaning up the planet.
NITWIT eliminate rubbish.
Let Cynthia go, you monster!
Reptar, if you are real and can hear me,
please, please save Cynthia, and I promise I'll believe
in you every day for the rest of my life.
- Earth's in danger.
Chuckie, you gots to make the spaceship fly.
It's the only way.
Whoa! My cookies!
- Reptar?
I never thought I'd say this,
but maybe you babies were right.
Maybe Reptar is real.
Here comes NITWIT.
Huh?
NITWIT's stuck. Please move NITWIT.
See, Angelica?
Reptar always shows up to save the day.
Now do you believe?
Eh, I believe in candy.
Hmm.
Whoa.
So like I said, Didi's the best,
but her hosting game gets a little over the top
when she's meeting new people.
First week of college,
she crocheted matching coasters for our whole dorm.
Watch this.
Mommy's gonna come play the nakey foot game with me.
Wait, you have seen "Mission to the Middle," right?
Yeah, when it came out. What? Ten years ago?
14, and we watch it together every year.
It's a fun/weird tradition.
You'll see. Just do what I do.
Since when is talking to the Trish
more fun than nakey foot? - I don't know.
Does my bow look crooked, or is it my head?
Hold this a sec, B.
Uh-oh. Someone's got bare toesies.
Whoa, takes me a full minute
to get wiggly boy's sock back on.
Trish!
So great to finally meet you. Come in.
Sit down. That chair is comfy,
but the couch has more room.
Oh, where are my manners?
Throw pillow? Hand-knitted.
Spinach balls? Handmade.
Ah, come here, you.
Secret family recipe.
I've tried to get it out of her, but no dice.
They look delicious. Thank you.
Hello, Trish. I'm Charles Finster.
Call me Chas. Oh, interesting.
We've never had spherical snacks at our screenings.
Hi, Trish. I'm Lucy. This is Randy.
- And this is your popcorn. - Hi. Yum.
both: It's for the cave scene.
A few kernels now won't hurt.
- You do you, though.
Hi, Phil. Hi, Lil. Who's that with your mommy?
Oh, that's the Trish.
She comes over a lot to help Mommy make a big mess
in the kitchen, and then she reads us a story.
She's nice.
Depends what you mean by nice.
What Lil said sounds pretty nice.
Not to change the subject, but is anyone else worried
that the insides of Tommy's house are on the outsides?
Ladies and gentlemen,
grab your popcorn and take your seats.
Duffy, please activate the Sonic Screen System 7000.
It would be my pleasure, Mr. P.
Ha!
- And now,
Duffy, the moment we've all been waiting for.
Project that beloved classic,
"Mission to the Middle."
Commencing film, though I must remind you,
to be truly considered a classic...
all: Quiet, Duffy. - Ha!
Tommy, if they're watching their favoritest
stucked-ed in the earth movie out here,
you must live in the backyard now.
Growed ups. Just when you're getting used to life,
they're moving stuffs around
or forgetting about the nakey foot game.
Don't worry. We got food, blankies,
and even fluffy pillows out here.
Yeah, they broughted all the important stuffs.
Wait. Where's Dil?
Amanda, you can't just call
a last-minute, secret,
underground mission. I had plans tonight, you know?
Sorry, Bradley, but sometimes you've got to go
to the middle of the Earth to protect what's important.
It's up to us to save the president.
Oh, fine.
Took me months to score those
Y2K concert tickets, and they're not refundable,
but fine.
The growed-ups must've forgotted Dil,
and now he's stucked-ed in the middle of the house.
It's up to us to save my little brother.
We've reached 59 degrees inverse latitude.
Command Center, do you copy?
- Copy that, Amanda. - Stay alert, you two.
There's unstable ground ahead.
Thanks for keeping us safe.
Over and out.
Stick close, Bradley.
I have a feeling we're one step away from...
all: Quicksand!
Just watering my outfit.
Don't struggle. You'll sink deeper.
We get a bit passionate about this movie.
- Ready, team? - I can't see.
Are my hands still here? - Yup.
Mmm, they taste like the pancakes the Trish made us.
She called them flapjacks. I'm not even sure what we ate.
Team, are you inside of the Earth? Over.
All good, Demand Center.
We've made it inside.
Stay alert, you three. There's unstable ground ahead.
both: Quicksand.
Wah! Ah!
Don't wiggle, Tommy. You'll get more stucked. Over.
Thanks, team.
We're coming, Dil. We didn't forget you.
Yeah, 'cause being forgetted is no fun.
I should know.
Hey, wait for me. I'm serious.
I'm starving. You?
- Snack time. - Eat up, Bradley.
- Here. Take that. - This is it?
Please tell me that was your stomach and not...
Your butt. A rock slide!
That was my next guess.
- Whoa.
- Ah.
These rocks must mean we're almost to the middle.
I bet Dil is in there.
Whoa. Cave people food.
Whoa.
Philip.
Wait for me. I got snacks.
- Philip.
Ugh!
Come in, Demand Center.
We floated down the river and now our boat is stucked-ed.
Boats? My first day on the job,
and it has to be stuck boats.
Tommy, you got to use some kind of stick thing
to make boats go. Over.
It's working, Demand Center.
And, Phil, we're on our way back.
Phil's off the grid. You don't think he made it
to the middle of the Earth all by himself, do you?
But the middle is unsmarted territory
where no 'splorer has gone before.
- Phil, come in please. - Come in, Phil.
Over.
Lil? Tommy?
Anybody?
I guess I'm on my own now.
Just like at home.
Might as well wander into this cave.
Ready, set...
all: There's gravel in my hair.
Are you kitten me?
Mommy lets the Trish throw snacks.
No fair.
Whoa. What are you?
Glarfblatt gleeble flog ?
Oh, you're friendly.
Sorry. I didn't mean to bust in on your cave.
Ah, bloofloogen.
Oh, sure. I'll keep you company.
You do look a little lonely.
I know the feeling, pal.
In my house, it's all about the Trish now.
No time for nakey foot games.
Floogen.
Yup, my life was going along just fine until the Trish came.
Now everything's differenter. Even my socks.
Everyone knows you got to scrunch them
before you wiggle them on. - Floogen!
Oh, sure. I can talk all night.
You know what else the Trish does?
She brings me and Lil books I never seed afore.
And sing songs we never heard of afore.
Ooh! Floogen greeple!
Okay, but just this one time.
♪ There's my Philip punkinhead? ♪
♪ Let's get this punkin' tucked right in bed ♪
Firstest, where did she even learn a song about me?
Nextest, why'd she have to teach it to Mommy?
Now Mommy sings it sometimes too.
Ooh! Floogen greeple!
You're right.
I do kind of like knowing that song about my punkinhead.
Reminds me of punkin' pie.
I'm glad the Trish taughted it to me.
Maybe it's not so bad having the Trish around,
so we learn new stuffs.
Hey, I know stuffs too.
Maybe I could teach her how to do this.
Philip?
Demand Center, we founded Dil.
I re-feet, we founded Dil.
Great work, Phil. - Uh, thanks.
Yup, here's your little brother.
Mommy and Daddy are going to be so excited
to see you at our outside house, Dil.
Mission accomplished.
Oh, you're not out of the woods yet, Bradley.
Haven't you ever heard of... all: Tunnel rats!
Team, you're gonna want to get out of there very soon.
Like now!
Whoa. Into the cart.
all: Whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
all:
Thanks for keeping us safe, Demand Center.
Now, let's get out of here.
- D-Dil?
My goodness, Trish.
The twins sure have taken to you.
It's been a bit of a journey.
That's my punkinhead.
You know, we could start a tradition where we eat
a spinach ball every time
someone in the movie high fives.
Can you bring these again next year, Trish?
Next year.
Philip, what happened back in that cave?
I can't quite 'splain it, Lil.
I met someone who changed my life.
It happens. I got you this.