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This summer, Chubbles Wubbington finds love.
This is gonna be so cool.
Classic rom-com shenanigans and explosions?
How you doing, Whispers?
Hey, Exact Change.
What's up, Subtitles?
Good to see you, Refill.
That's odd. Reggie's name isn't Refill.
Maybe the ticket counter is bad at guessing names.
Excuse me. His name's Reggie.
Yeah, I know, but his nickname is "Refill."
Because I'm always asking for refills.
And my nickname is Subtitles,
'cause I love reading even when I'm watching a movie.
I'm Exact Change,
because I think we as young people
have the power to change the world... exactly.
Oh, okay, sorry for the misunderstanding...
Nick Namé.
Kiff. Barry.
Hey, Popcorn Fart, how are the kids?
Never in my entire life. Never in my entire life, Barry.
Nick didn't give us nicknames.
We need cool nicknames.
Neither of us will be able to sleep until we get nicknames.
Quiet down in front. - See?
We can't even enjoy this movie
because Nick didn't give us nicknames.
This is beyond the pale, Barry.
This is beyond the pale!
Our nicknames have to be in your face
while also being mysterious.
Ooh.
♪ Danger Tail, Unanswered Mail ♪
How about Earthquake?
♪ Richter Scale, this is great ♪
♪ Keep the nicknames coming ♪
♪ At this rate We're bound to find something ♪
♪ Right this way, Mr. Hops ♪
♪ Oh, why thank you, Lady Tops ♪
♪ Look out Here comes Karate Chops ♪
♪ Accompanied by Captain Flip Flops ♪
♪ Lamp Shade, Rollerblade Unpaid, Lemonade ♪
♪ Old Man Paddling a Kayak With a Dirty Spade ♪
- ♪ Messy Bed ♪ - ♪ Sliced Bread ♪
♪ Perfectly Round Head ♪
- Why would you say that? - No-no reason.
♪ Shorty, Teacup, Butter Bean Buck, Ace, Sunscreen ♪
♪ Giggles, Punk, Hawk Face ♪
♪ Loud Shorts, Loose Lace ♪
Let's keep this going How about "Fingers Showing"?
You know, because my fingers are always showing?
Uh...
- ♪ Okay, let's brainstorm ♪ - ♪ How about "Brainstorm"? ♪
- ♪ I'll put it down ♪ - ♪ I really like "Brainstorm" ♪
- ♪ We've got to move on ♪ - ♪ But put a star next to "Brainstorm" ♪
Okay, fine. Jeez.
♪ Big Dave, Hard Hat ♪
♪ Young Shirley, Placemat Beachwear, Daycare ♪
♪ Little Lady, Lawn... ♪
Oh, we're done?
These are terrible, Barry. All of them.
Oh, no! We got to make our way back down to the movie theater.
It's almost showtime.
Barry, that's it!
That's my nickname!
"Showtime."
Hey, Soda Stain.
How's it going, Butter Squirt?
Kiff, Barry.
Actually, it may please you to know
that Barry and I now have nicknames.
I'm Showtime.
And I'm Brainstorm.
Listen, Kiff, there is nothing sadder
than trying to force a nickname.
Nicknames have to arrive naturally, Kiff.
Not only that, but someone must organically call you
by your nickname in front of a large crowd, Kiff.
Do you understand, Kiff Chatterly?
Hey, look at Sticky Fingers over there!
Me? Me? Sticky Fingers!
Hey, I'm Sticky Fingers!
See? Don't ask me how I do it.
Some call it a gift, others call it a curse...
and they'd be wrong, because it's a gift.
Anyway, enjoy the movie.
Give up, Chubbles.
You'll never stop that wedding on time.
I will never surrender, Evil Door.
I will always fight for justice!
Because my name is...
Showtime.
I mean, who does Nick think he is?
Just because his name is Nick Namè,
he's elected himself king of nicknames?
If I say my name is Showtime, then that's my name.
I demand justice!
Quiet down in front.
I can't be silent. Do you know why?
Because it's Showtime.
How's it hanging, Pedals?
Oh, no. I'm wussing out, Bar.
He's gonna deride me, I know it!
Look how cool he is.
I mean, he wears nail polish, for gosh sakes.
- You go tell him, Bar. - You got it, Kiff.
I'm going to give that guy a piece of my mind.
Hey!
So, yeah, uh, listen up.
Uh, it's not okay to give some kids nicknames and not others.
So... yeah.
Justice.
Justice for Showtime and Brainstorm!
Righteous speech, kid. You got guts.
Hmm. Guts.
I'm gonna call you Mr. Guts.
Mr. Guts! - It all makes sense now.
Mr. Guts! Mr. Guts! Mr. Guts!
You know, I was just saying the same thing in the theater.
About justice.
Don't be a copycat, Kiff.
Well, maybe that should be my nickname!
"Copycat!" I'll take it!
I'll take anything! Please!
Nick has made it very clear
that these nicknames can't be forced.
So, what now, Barry?
So, uh...
What now, Mr. Guts?
Well, Barry might tell you to let this go.
But if I'm being honest, I think Barry was the nickname
and Mr. Guts is who I really am.
And Mr. Guts says double down.
And you know what else? Mr. Guts wears scarves.
Yeah, I'm gonna double down.
Hmm, "Double Down" is a pretty good nickname.
No, Mr. Guts, I want Nick to name me "Showtime"!
That's it, Mr. Guts.
Hypnosis.
Yes. Mr. Guts understands.
But also, how? Please explain.
It's simple, young Guts.
First, we assemble a crack team.
You see, hypnosis is a subtle art.
Four tickets?
Yup. We're waiting for Kiff.
That's right, we're going to show Kiff...
A good time.
We just have to casually connect my name
with the words "show" and "time."
Hey. Hey there, Showtime.
When can we expect the sunglasses and cool suits?
Those were for the fantasy sequence, Mr. Guts.
We don't have the budget for them in real life.
You're up. Let's go nick me a new name.
Excuse me, what time is it?
Ah, thank you for showing me the clock.
Yes, I'm here for the show,
but I don't know what time it begins.
Yep, the show.
Need the time for the show...
time.
Oh, and Kiff. Kiff.
You forgot to say "Kiff."
Imagine we're wearing sunglasses.
Hey, Mr. Guts. Seeing another movie?
Ah, fo' sho', fo' sho'. Hold on.
Got to tie my shoe.
I mean, "show."
The time my show... time.
Showtime.
Ah, here I am.
Eh?
Showtime. Showtime.
- Showtime. Showtime. - Showtime. Showtime.
Showtime. Showtime.
Hello, Table Town Cinema.
Tonight's movie? The Kiff is at 6:45.
Wait, no, sorry. The showtime is at 6:45.
I don't know why I said Kiff.
Weird.
You ever get the feeling you were just hypnotized, poorly?
Okay, where was I?
Oh, right. Let me rip that ticket for you, Kiff.
Well, we got to boycott this theater.
Attention, everyone! Mr. Guts! Mr. Guts!
Who here is tired of paying good nuts
just to see a lousy movie
where your feet stick to the floor?
Us!
What if I said there's a new cozy theater
where admission is free,
and the snacks and drinks are the best?
Where?
Uh...
What's the holdup? We all want popcorn!
Okay, I may not have thought this through.
Ticket, please.
Like Mr. Guts always says,
no regrets, no surrender.
Go and get your nickname, Kiff.
Here you go, my good man.
Are you going to give me a nickname?
Oh, am I meant to?
Yes! That's the whole point of all of this!
Sorry. Uh, okay. Here you go, Jay...
Jayste.
Jayste?
I'm not good at this, Kiff!
Kiff, what are all these kids doing here?
Our house is a movie theater now
because the ticket ripper wouldn't give me a nickname.
Oh, that makes sense.
But why do you need a nickname? You already have one.
- I do? - Yeah. Kiff is a nickname.
We started calling you that when you were a baby
because that was the sound of your little toots.
So cute! Just like you.
Wait, so what's my real name?
Wow, so that's my real name, huh?
Kiff, people are starting to notice
this isn't a real movie theater.
I could distract them with some smooth jazz.
You can play the trumpet?
Barry can't. But Mr. Guts...
...also can't.
Sweetie, why are you two so focused on nicknames?
Everyone else was getting nicknames.
I just wanted one of my own. They're just so cool.
But, Kiff, you're already so cool.
I mean, look at what you've done.
People love you. You don't need a nickname.
Just be you.
Wow, Mom.
- You're-- - You're right, Beryl.
I want to be Barry again!
This scarf is itchy!
There you go, Kiff.
Thanks for using my...
...nickname.
- Huh? -"Kiff" is her nickname.
Oh!
She caught you, Nick... NaLame.
NaLame?
I... I finally have a nickname of my own.
I'm... free.