(video game music)
PRINCIPAL O'CONNOR: Darryl, Darryl, Darryl.
Back again.
I hear you won't participate in team sports in gym class.
I'm a lone wolf.
(howls)
Darryl, you need to learn team skills.
How about you join my Turnipball team?
Uh... how about I join the e-sports team instead?
We don't have an e-sports team.
Besides, there's no teamwork in video games.
- (slams on table) - Pfft. Ever heard of co-op games,
as in "cooperation"?
Yeah, they're all about teamwork.
- It's right in the name. - (chair thuds)
I'll pull together an e-sports team and play any game you want,
and if I beat it with no resets, first try,
you make e-sports an official school sport
and we'll call this team stuff good.
All righty-o.
But if you lose, you join the Turnipball team.
Deal.
So, I need a few people to join my team.
Oh, please ask me, please ask me, please ask me,
please ask me, please ask me, please ask me...
Hmm... who should I ask? Oh, um...
Molly, wanna play?
Yes! I am so honored you asked.
Being able to support you in a time of need...
(whispers) ...is a big sister's dream.
Okay.
I need one more rube...
I mean, player. (awkward chuckle)
How about you, Libby?
Wanna join team Darryl?
Uh... access your inner warrior, Libby.
(epic music)
(roars)
Okay.
I'm in. (soft chuckle)
Hi, hello.
- Uh, I was not specifically asked... - (thuds)
...which I assume was an oversight but... (inhales deeply)
...yeah, I'll join the team.
Sorry, Scratch, O'Connor won't be cool with a ghost on the team,
mostly 'cause... he doesn't know ghosts exist.
(whines) But I wanna play!
Aw, Scratch. Ooh, ooh!
What if we become our own mini team within a team?
Huh? You could possess half of my body
and that way, we can both play on the same controller.
I like it!
I'll possess your left half
since you're so uncoordinated on that side anyway.
Wha-- Pfft! No, I'm not! See?
- (grunts) - (rattling)
It's okay, Lefty, you'll get it one day.
(comical music)
Whoa!
(whispers) Ooh, Scratch, Scratch, it's too big.
(whispers) Sorry, I don't know how to drive this thing. Legs.
(Principal O'Connor clears throat)
(chuckling nervously) Just, uh, limbering up.
- All right, what are we playing? - (remote clicks)
- (video game music playing) - DARRYL: The Fizz Wizz's Emporium?
My favorite game when I was a kid.
Lucky for you, it just got ported to the Playbox Six.
Never heard of it.
Ah, doesn't matter, I got that game sense.
- (buzzes, chiming) - (controller clicks)
(video game music continues playing)
MALE SINGER: ♪ It's time for adventure A virtual quest ♪
♪ You're ready for action Perhaps overdressed? ♪
♪ You got a bit carried away ♪
♪ Get into the game ♪
SCRATCH: Ooh, I like that one. No, where you going?
♪ Two-player mode's proving hectic ♪
- No, down. - ♪ Now your outfit's becoming eccentric ♪
Okay, now hit wide.
- SCRATCH: No! - ♪ Nothing seems to color-coordinate ♪
- ♪ Get into the game ♪ - (both grunt)
And please, if we have got the option to go colorful,
we are going colorful!
- ♪ Evading the fashion police ♪ - SCRATCH: Come on,
if we're going full peacock-wrapped-in-a-rainbow,
let me have something.
♪ So many micro-transactional fees ♪
SCRATCH: Whoo! (chuckles)
♪ Cast your fears aside ♪
MOLLY: Hmm...
- Ow! - ♪ That wasn't your best high-five ♪
♪ Your journey awaits You're destiny's date ♪
- ♪ Only the strong will survive ♪ - (Molly chuckles awkwardly)
Just a sec. Almost got it.
MOLLY: Uh...
- (beeps) - There.
♪ Get into the game ♪
♪ You'd rather play on your own ♪
♪ Get into the game ♪
♪ Your look says, "I work alone" ♪
♪ Get into the game, get into the game ♪
Let's do this.
♪ Get into the game ♪
(trilling)
Welcome to the Fizz Wizz Fizzy Factory.
You've won a lifetime supply of soda.
(gasps) Cool.
Because...
(in distorted, demonic voice) ...you'll be stuck here forever.
Oh. There's always a catch.
(in normal voice) Unless... you can recreate
my super-secret soda recipe!
(laughing)
(evil cackle)
SCRATCH: All the soda I want
with no risk of cavities or health problems?
Do we have to leave?
Yes, that's how I win the game. (groans)
I just need to try different flavor combos
- until I get the right one. - (buzzes)
- (exclaiming, mumbling) - (Scratch grunts)
- Whoa. Hey, Scratch, Scratch! - SCRATCH: Whoa!
We are trying to go this way.
Will you stop button mashing?
SCRATCH: I'm trying to unlock a cool combo.
- You're gonna thank me later-- - (Darryl grunts)
- SCRATCH: Oh, no. - DARRYL: Whoa!
(trilling)
Seriously?
DARRYL: You just burned a life.
- Yeah, as I said, it was her. It was her. - It was him! It was so clearly him.
(sighs) This is why I don't do teams.
- (grunts) - Me and you both, brother.
(grunting)
- (beeping) - Let's try... vanilla.
Strawberry.
Ooh, childlike whimsy.
- (buzzes) - Nope, not that.
Oh, well, if you like the hat so much...
(soft chuckle) ...here, take it.
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Ah, that really works on you.
- Bleep, bleep. - Libby.
Don't talk to the NPCs, they don't help
or have interior lives.
But she said my hat was poptacular.
It would be rude not to converse.
SCRATCH (shouts): Did you try strawberry?
Darryl, Darryl, you hear me?
I said strawberry.
(shouts) Try strawberry!
Ugh... teammates.
Cinnamon,
ooh, caramel,
a little sodium benzoate,
- and boom. - (chimes)
Yes.
The only team I need is me, myself, and Darryl.
DARRYL: What?
All right, so this is a platforming level and--
- Bleep, bleep, bleep. - Libby.
- Bleep, bleep. - Really?
Getting a bottle opener would fulfill all your hopes and dreams?
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Well, I'm happy to oblige, new friend.
- SCRATCH: Whoo-hoo! - (Molly yelps)
Whoa! Scratch, wait, we can barely move in a straight line.
SCRATCH: We're gonna learn on the job.
- (Molly yelps) - (trilling)
- (Scratch screams) - (trilling)
What was that?
I loved it!
SCRATCH: I'm gonna call it... "the Scratch Attack."
(trilling)
(shouts angrily) Stop wasting lives!
You're right, Scratch Attack's probably too powerful.
Why would you use the Scratch Attack? All we needed was a short hop there!
Why would you hop when you have access to the Scratch Attack?
Because the Scratch Attack launched us to our death, Scratch!
Stop!
(sighs) New plan, I'm player one.
The camera follows me.
I'll take on the level and you guys can just...
ride behind in a soda bubble.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I wanna play, not be some guy in a bubble.
Yeah, we're a team, aren't we?
Sometimes, teamwork means letting one person do everything.
One, two, three, go!
(video game music playing)
(trilling)
Okay, last one's slow, got it.
(video game music continues playing)
(trilling)
DARRYL: Mm-hmm.
Jump earlier than you think.
(groans) Darryl, hey,
- is it our turn yet? - Nope.
(video game music continues playing)
- Yes, I did it! - (chiming)
SCRATCH, MOLLY AND LIBBY (flatly): Whoo.
Come on, dead weight.
I mean, team.
(beeping)
That was it?
(chuckles) I nailed this game.
Come on, guys. (grunts)
So, you've got past my obstacles.
(chiming)
But you'll never get...
(in distorted, demonic voice) ...past me.
(rumbling)
(evil cackle)
Wait, the final boss almost sounds like the...
Let's see if you've learned your lesson.
Bring it, O'Connor.
Hey, um, maybe we should try talking it out instead.
If I could just learn what his motivation is and, uh,
maybe his Enneagram personality type?
(shouts angrily) That's not how video games work!
- Just stand over there. - (trilling)
I've only got one life left.
Bleep, bleep, bleep.
Oh, I love that backstory.
So rich, so complex, oh, and of course,
you can have this bubble gun.
- Darryl won't let me use it anyway. - Bleep, bleep, bleep.
Okay, hop, hop, and--
SCRATCH: Scratch Attack!
- (Molly shrieks) - (Molly and Scratch laugh)
Darryl, Darryl, look! We finally got it!
SCRATCH: A-down to a science-a.
Ugh. Don't distract me!
- (Darryl yelps) - (trilling)
Your last life is mighty low.
Dare you strike me again on your own?
(laughing maniacally)
I can't survive another hit.
I need... my team!
Oh, really?
'Cause I thought you wanted us to stay out of the way.
SCRATCH: Yeah, I remember you saying we were all dead weight,
which, by the way, is offensive to me on multiple counts.
(gasps, whispers) I didn't even think about that.
SCRATCH: Most people don't.
I know what I said,
but... I can't do this on my own.
So... what do you need us to do?
(loud thud)
DARRYL: Yoo-hoo, over here.
- Try and catch me. - (loud thud)
SCRATCH: Scratch Attack!
Libby, the coast is clear.
Go, go, go, go!
(indistinct whispering)
(shouts) Attack!
SCRATCH: Scratch Attack! Scratch Attack!
- (Fizz Wizz groans) - For the neck!
You cannot defeat me with these measly punches and kicks!
- (rumbling) - Oh, just hold down a little longer.
What?
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Okay, everyone, attack at once as a team!
SCRATCH: Scratch Attack!
Scratch Attack!
(beeping)
(yells out)
- (Darryl grunts) - FIZZ WIZZ (screams): No!
The Fizz Wizz has fizzled out.
(triumphant video game music playing)
- Yes! - (all cheering excitedly)
We did it. We won!
We sure did.
Yeah, sorry.
I shouldn't have tried to lone wolf it.
- Thanks, team. - (slow claps)
Was this whole thing a clever way to trick me
into learning a valuable lesson about teamwork?
Sure was.
Another life lesson imparted, O'Connie.
Good job. Good job.
Not psyched that you're getting the W on this,
but... I think the real win
is that I don't have to play a vegetable-based sport.
- (grunting rhythmically) - (upbeat music)
What are you doing?
(vocalizing) I'm dancing. I'm celebrating.
I think you have no control over your body.
Just seeing the way the body moves.
- It's an embarrassment, and not of riches. - (vocalizing continues)
SCRATCH AND MOLLY: ♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee! ♪
(closing theme music)