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 ♪
♪ Roller-skate all the way to Orlando ♪
♪ Use my ear wax 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? Aah!
♪ Hey, hey Hailey's on it ♪
Will you, Lucy Morgan,
do me the honor of coming to my sleepover?
Yes! Put it on!
Tonight's gonna be epic sauce.
Not if you saying stuff like "epic sauce."
And, Tina, if your plans fall through,
you can also still come.
Thanks, but I'm fully committed
to my online craft-a-thon.
It'll just be me and as much macramé
as these piggies can handle before the inevitable crampage.
Well, what should we do for fun tonight?
Dye our hair green?
Knock over some port-o-potties?
Oh, I can bring my tarantulas.
Tarantulas, plural?
Fine. I'll just bring one.
Uh, Scott,
do you maybe want to put on earmuffs?
You tend to get serious FOMO
when you hear about plans you're missing out on.
Don't worry. I can handle it.
Okay, girls, we'll order pizza and play games
and do homemade mud masks...
We can borrow craft supplies from Tina.
Or we can watch wrestling highlights.
And build our own sundaes!
Ah!
Oh, bud, I knew you weren't ready.
Oh, this old thing?
Well, I guess I do kind of look like an elite extreme athlete,
since you mention it.
Why are you dressed like
you're going through your third divorce?
Just repping my fav personal watercraft brand,
Wavecat.
My luxury windbreaker is stylish and functional,
equipped with all sorts of hidden pockets.
Yes, when you're lucky enough
to own a top-of-the-line Wavecat personal watercraft,
you're just plain better than everyone else.
- So, about the sleepover... - Yawn!
While you girls stay inside knitting bonnets,
I will be on my majestic Wavecat.
Cool. Go away.
Yeah, gonna be hitting nonstop three-sixties.
Gotta stay sharp for this weekend's water show.
Get your tickets now!
You won't want to miss my enviable blend of style,
balance, precision--
Ah! Ah, my pelvis!
Now, please, no more questions.
I am a very busy man...
who owns a Wavecat.
That kid is a special class of annoying.
Okay, so remember, tonight you have to complete
list item number 45:
pull an all-nighter.
Which means no sleeping at the sleepover.
No one said saving the world would be easy.
Becker, your PJs are so cool.
Is that T-shirt vintage?
If by vintage you mean stolen, then, yes.
Kennedy, don't you want ice cream?
I'm good. I already brushed my teeth.
It's almost bedtime.
- You just got here. - Trust me.
Nothing good ever happens after 8:00 p.m.
Don't worry about making noise!
These puppies are impenetrable!
Feel free to stay up!
It's 8:00, so, yeah, we will.
Can't hear you! Earplugs!
First one asleep is first to get pranked.
Let's put this in her sleeping bag.
She'll freak out in the morning.
Huh, a Wacky, Tacky Deathstalker Six action scorpion.
I approve.
Ah! Wow.
Kennedy is so prepared.
You want to prank someone, there's always Scott.
But he won't be asleep for a while.
He probably hasn't even checked the windows for werewolves yet.
Wait, checks for werewolves?
Even I didn't know that.
This gives me an idea.
Goodbye, day. We had such fun.
Tomorrow will be a better one.
And if the werewolves are outside,
please help me find a place to--
This is why I always check!
That was the most fun I've had since getting my casts--
Whoa!
Those yawns do not bode well for your all-nighter.
Keep your guests entertained and awake.
Wait. I know.
How about another prank?
And this time, we'll prank the person who deserves it most.
Let the craft bombing begin.
Oh, you said, "craft bombing."
Got it. Got it.
Ha! Imagine A.C.'s face when he sees these googly eyes.
He's gonna be like, "What the beans?"
Tina has everything.
Just some good, clean fun.
Grab it!
Jump! Whoa!
Ow, my arm.
It's on that ledge.
Maybe we can save it.
It's floating. Mayb--
It's okay.
I've covered up way worse.
Now focus up.
We gotta make a pact.
I'll dump all the evidence,
and when we're back at school on Monday,
nobody says a word.
Capeesh?
Ah. Feeling great and feeling grateful.
How did you all sleep?
- What? - Uh, I feel awesome.
We've been here the whole time!
Cool.
I'll start the pancakes.
Ah!
Well, list item accomplished.
But are you feeling okay?
Mind your business.
They know. Everybody knows.
Psst! Stop that.
Ahh!
We just have to stay calm.
Then, by the time I thought to get a picture,
the werewolf was gone.
Those things must be even faster
than my research indicated.
Hey? Hails?
This is the part where you say something vaguely superior,
like, "watching old horror movies
doesn't count as research."
To which I would say, "Fair."
But werewolfology isn't your everyday scientific field.
What kind of sick person would rob a man of his Wavecat?
Talk to me. What's the situation?
Someone stole my Wavecat.
We were gonna hit so many three-sixties!
The competition was gonna be toast!
What do we do?
All we have to do is nothing.
Remember our pact.
Hmm. Did anyone have a motive to steal your Wavecat?
Could have been anyone.
As you know, the whole town is jealous
of how dope I look shredding gnar on my 'Cat.
And since it's been missing for over 48 hours,
the authorities have lost hope.
They say it's gone forever!
Something about this doesn't sit right with me.
I want to do some digging,
since I'm an amateur junior intern
to a private detective.
I wasn't built for this much cortisol
pulsing through my body.
I have to come clean!
Nuh-uh. No one suspects us.
Ahh! I think someone suspects us.
Might as well get these bracelets tattooed on.
We're bonded forever now.
Criminals for life.
Who are you? Show yourself!
I'm cracking under pressure.
Keep it together. We take our secret to the grave.
No one can peg us without evidence.
Did you hear about A.C.'s Wavecat?
They found the remains.
Wh-What?
This your Wavecat?
Take it away. Please.
I want to remember it as it was,
not like this.
Good news is, we've I.D.ed the perp.
We traced those googly eyes
back to a crafting kit
owned by Tina Saintclaire!
I told you!
I was by myself that night!
No witnesses, huh? How convenient.
Hailey, you know. You gotta help.
The eyes! They're following me!
I have to come clean.
Tina didn't do it.
We did.
Wow.
You and Lucy did that?
Without any additional help?
Shameful.
It was an innocent prank that got out of hand.
We only wanted to craft-bomb the Wavecat, not destroy it.
I swear, we were never trying to--
Hang on, kid.
Officer, I can prove Tina isn't responsible for this.
And neither are these girls.
The real culprit is...
Werewolves!
Uh, no.
The real culprit is A.C.
Wha? It's my Wavecat.
The vehicle registration tells a different story.
Apparently, it's your mom's Wavecat
that you never even rode.
See, there's a height requirement
to operate that model,
and you don't meet it.
I thought, "Hmm, odd."
So I talked to the folks who run the water show.
Turns out, you weren't even signed up.
But why harm an innocent vehicle?
A.C. told everyone in town
he was gonna shred hecka three-sixties in the show.
His lies got too big,
so he pulled the linchpin from the trailer
and let the Wavecat roll away.
These kids were just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Where's the proof, huh?
If I undid the trailer, where's the linchpin?
My functional hidden pocket!
Like I always say,
nothing good ever happens after 8:00 p.m.
That's five hours of beach cleanup for you, kid...
this Saturday.
That's the day of the water show.
Don't make me watch everyone else's sick moves.
It should be me.
It should be me!
Well, I'm glad the truth finally came out.
But wait, who was tormenting us with googly eyes.
Oh, these? Ha! I found them in my garbage bin.
Did you see the ones I left in your locker?
Very cool, Scott.
I need a nap.