Chaos bots have been sent from the future
to stop the one person who can save the world.
Me?
♪ Hey, hey, Hailey's on it! ♪
♪ Teach a cat to play the piano ♪
♪ Rollerskate all the way to Orlando ♪
♪ Use my earwax to make a candle ♪
♪ Hey, hey, Hailey's on it ♪
♪ Win first place for World's Cutest Pet Rock ♪
♪ Do a corn maze, hope I don't get lost ♪
♪ Eat an onion, kiss my friend, Scott ♪
Huh?
♪ Hey, hey, Hailey's on it ♪
As far back as I can remember,
I've always wanted a pet.
But every time I find the perfect one
my mom, well...
- No. - Whoa!
No!
Definitely no!
But this time is different.
It has to be, because the fate of the world depends on me.
Hailey Banks, adopting a pet for list item #63.
Next-a-roonie!
All right, let's stick to the plan.
Look for the cutest, fluffiest,
most well-behaviest pet we can find
so my mom will fall in love with it
and have to let me keep it.
Well, judging by that puppy back there
this place is filled with...
empty cages.
Wait, where are all the animals?
Great news! Most of them found fur-ever homes!
Get it? Fur-ever?
The gerbils always laugh at that one.
Anyhoo, meet Frank!
He says he's happy to meet us.
I speak flamingo.
Sure, and I speak unicorn.
Frank also says
you snack on the dog treats when no one's looking.
OK. So, new plan.
Instead of a puppy, we adopt a flamingo.
Seriously? You want him?
I mean, great!
Just sign here.
Now that you've signed this legally binding agreement
I need to be frank.
This flamingo can be a bit of a burden.
Get it?
Bird-en.
Dang, that joke always kills at the aviary.
- What is that smell? - Auwe!
Medically speaking, Frank's what we call
old and weird.
Make sure he takes one of these pills
every 30 minutes for his stomach issues
or he'll cough up wet featherballs.
Hey, there's one now.
Oh, and don't let him around any shrimp.
He'll shrimply go crazy.
Anyway, we're closed now, so, bye!
We did it, Carl!
Party time!
So, he isn't young, or cute.
Or quiet, or nice smelling.
- Or fluffy. - But he's mine,
according to a lot of paperwork.
OK. So,
we can still train Frank to be obedient and quiet,
and then introduce him to my mom
when she's in a really good mood.
I mean, post-Saturday brunch good mood.
So, what lovable pup did you adopt?
A poodle? A Dachshund?
A-- Flamingo?
Why is he looking at me like that?
Frank, stop! Sit! Nest!
Hailey, what is going on up there?
Hailey, I need you to keep it down.
You know this is the week I agreed
to be on that awful reality show
Bet You Can't Sell My Mansion!
Um, is that my shirt?
Yes, I was told to "young it up" and look "swag"
for my celebrity clients, "The Swag Bros."
Wait, do I not look "swag"?
Let me try on one of your other shirts.
No, no, you look swag!
Yeah, like, swiggity swiggity swag.
Is that a swag dance?
I might have to use that.
Also, can you please clean your room?
And use lots of air freshener.
OK, thanks. Bye.
Well, Frank, I believe in you. But we better get to work
if you're gonna be the best pet ever.
♪ Jump in the bath ♪
♪ Making a splash ♪
♪ Scrubbin' til ya shine like gold ♪
♪ Diamond in the rough Struttin' your stuff ♪
♪ Show 'em you can break the mold ♪
♪ We're gonna rock, rock, rock, rock ♪
♪ Rock 'til we're on a roll ♪
♪ Everybody go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Go on and clean up that act ♪
♪ Pick up the slack Keep movin', shakin' ♪
♪ No, no, no, no ♪
♪ No cuttin' corners Give it all you got ♪
Hey, hey, what the heck is--
Well, it is warm.
♪ Talkin' the talk, walkin' the walk ♪
♪ Givin' it with all your soul ♪
♪ We're gonna rock, rock, rock, rock ♪
♪ 'Til we're on a roll ♪
Your dog is old and weird.
Hey, my flamingo is old and weird.
Thank you very much.
Darn.
I guess you can't teach an old bird new tricks.
OK, So, new, new, new plan.
We keep Frank hidden in this room, forever!
Or, you know, at least until my wristband turns green.
He'll be a secret bedroom flamingo!
That's a thing, right?
Uh, where's Frank?
Do you smell shrimp?
So, did you sell the house yet?
You mean the "hang hole."
That's what I'm contractually required to call it.
And no, I've shown the hang hole to 57 people
and only one person was interested.
But they still won't sell.
They just keep adding weird new things
to up the "swag factor."
Don't worry, Patty Cakes. I know you'll sell it soon.
Want a taco?
What the Florida lawn decor!
So... I see you've met Frank.
Hailey, I've told you a million times,
no pets!
I know, but why?
What has an animal ever done to you?
Hey!
No!
Animals only care about themselves.
That's not true.
Aw, he's just a bit peckish.
Can we please keep him, mom?
I'm sorry, but I can't deal with this right now.
Frank's gonna have to go back to the animal shelter.
I promise I'll come visit you
at the animal rescue every day after school.
And on weekends.
And... And-
Patricia. Great news!
Swag Bros want to finally accept the offer,
but you need to get to their hang hole, now.
I'll be right there!
OK. You two wait here
while I finish selling this...
hang hole.
Um, yo. Yo! Check it on the flip.
Um, long story longer,
we're not sure we wanna sell just yet.
- It's just not a vibe. - Uh huh.
But JT! Swagmeister! You agreed.
Pshh, yeah.
But Donte, he convinced us
we should hold out for even more.
Who's Donte?
He is!
Donte pointed out
that the hang hole is one of a kind.
Plus, me and the Swagmeister just added
a sweet, new lizard room upstairs.
You like lizards?
No way! We're terrified of lizards.
That's why they're living in the room.
Yeah, yeah!
Look at all that shrimp.
Better lock the doors before--
Not again!
- Shrimp delivery. - Swag!
Just put it in the kitch.
That shrimp is obvi
for the "Fill Your Pants with Shrimp Challenge,"
where the challenge is, to fill your pants...
with shrimp!
Obvi.
You don't even know about shrimp pants.
'Cause you're not young and swag like us.
I guess I...
...don't know shrimp pants, huh?
Yeah, we tried lobster pants but--
- They pinch us in the butt! - A lot!
Yo! Let's do the shrimp challenge
right now for the cameras!
Give me that!
I don't know shrimp pants
but I do know this dance, huh.
Swiggity swiggity swag!
Ugh, save it for the old folks home.
grunting
Hey, that shrimp's not for eating, bro,
it's for our pants!
Sorry, Mom. I tried.
You messed up big time!
You're old and weird
which is the opposite of swag.
Agh!
What's wrong with that thing?
Nothing is wrong with him.
He's just not afraid to tell you the truth--
that you two are completely,
and utterly, un-swag!
Much better.
And sure, maybe I don't know what swag means,
but just like Frank, I know who I am.
And I know how to sell a hang hole.
I mean, house. Ugh.
So, I'm gonna go help good people
find their dream homes, and not you!
I quit!
Ew!
Was that farting or squawking?
Both. The Banks family is good at multitasking.
Wait, did you say "family"?
Does that mean we can keep Frank?
Aw, man! My custom sneakies!
Stuff that down your pants!
So un-swag! We're telling our dad!
It wasn't that bad.
It was a disaster!
I'll never be hired to sell a house again.
Hello. Yes, that was me.
Yeah, I definitely have some ideas on how to sell your house--
Wait, can you hold on one second?
Hello?
Yes, I am taking on new clients.
Yeah, I can bring the flamingo.
Can you believe this?
People like me for being me.
And it's all thanks to Frank,
who really stuck his neck out for me.
Woohoo!
Uh oh!
- Not it! - Not it!