Unh!
Oh, the pressure is on!
Will Skips sink a triple bank to top the shot,
or will Rigby remain undefeated?
Aw, nuts.
Ohh!
All The Rigster needs is one simple bank shot,
and this deal is done dada!
What's his gut tell him?
Says it's gonna be a good one.
Hunh!
Aw, yeah-uh!
Year of the Rigby-y-y-y!
Who else wants to play against the master?
No way, bro.
I'd rather play a game I might actually win.
Yeah, dude.
How are you so good at this game?
You guys are just overthinking it.
Now, who wants to step it to the king?
I do!
Cash Bankis.
Oh, what was that? What was that?!
You said you want to bank some shots?
You talk a lot of talk, kid.
You want to prove you're the man?
Then how about a little wager?
What do you want to bet?
Loser pays for the winner's meal.
Rigby, wait. This guy's weird.
I don't trust him. - Don't trust him?
His name's Cash. He can afford to pay our meal.
That's not why I don't trust h...
I accept.
Tank, ball-bag me.
I'll let you go first 'cause no matter what you do,
it's gonna be easy for me to top...
...it?
Psh, that shot was all right,
but this shot's even better!
What? My gut never let's me down.
The bill.
$12,000?! What have you been eating?
Me and the boys been eatin' gold-plated chicken all night.
This gold really holds in the moisture.
- Double or nothing! - Rigby, don't!
I bet double or nothing
I can bank it off the front wall and into the hoop.
Throw in that hat as a side bet,
and you got a deal.
What? But I almost died for this hat.
It's the one thing money can't buy,
and it's the only deal I'll take.
Dude, don't do it.
You can't make a shot off the wall.
Yes, I can. I can feel it in my gut.
I've never felt so sure of any bank shot in my entire life.
Talk to me, gut.
Hm! Greatest bank shot of all time.
Hunh!
But it should've worked.
I'll take that!
Perfect fit. Now pay up, loser.
I don't have that kind of money.
Then you shouldn't have made that kind of bet.
If you don't have it, maybe your pals here do.
- Oh, no! - I don't have it!
I don't have it, come on.
Wait! Wait! I want another rematch...
triple or nothing!
Triple or nothing, huh?
I accept.
Dude, what are you doing?! We don't have 36 grand.
I don't care how much it is 'cause I'm not gonna lose.
Let's go!
You are on.
Hold on. Give us a couple of days.
Rigby needs to brush up on his skills.
Don't you, Rigby?
Fine, fine, you got 'til tomorrow.
But if you lose, we get the money,
and none of you can ever show your faces
in Wing Kingdom ever again.
See you tomorrow, friend.
Way to rope us into your mess.
I don't know you.
If my future at Wing Kingdom is at stake because of you,
that $36,000 will be the least of your problems.
I gotta win this game.
That should do it.
Man, I can't believe my gut was wrong.
Maybe it's time to rely on my brain instead.
Hunh!
All right, no more fooling around.
Hunh!
Aw. What?!
Hunh!
Oh, come on! Are you kidding me?!
I need help.
I really messed this up for everyone.
Guess there's only one person who can help me now.
Hey. Can you come over? I need your help.
Rigbo-o-o-ne.
How's my big bro?
Thanks for coming, Don.
Man, it's been awhile. You look good.
Gotta say, I'm a little surprised you called me.
What's up?
I'm in a lot of trouble, Don. There's these guys...
Oh, hey! Bank Shot!
I haven't seen one of these since we were kids.
Whoo! Good times.
So, what's the problem?
I ran my mouth off to the wrong guys,
and now I'm in trouble.
I gotta win a bank-shot match.
All my money's riding on it.
But you're great at this.
Not anymore. I lost my touch.
You're the only guy I know who's better at this than me.
You got to help me out.
Well, here. Show me what you got.
Ohh!
Ugh! Not again!
I see. We've got a lot of work to do.
Well, let's get started.
Wait. Let me get my workout gear on.
All right. Let's go!
How do you do it, man? You never miss.
You're just overthinking it.
I've seen you do bank shots I can't believe.
You're just as good as me, maybe even better.
You've always trusted your gut, ever since we were kids.
Why stop now?
I did trust my gut on that epic shot,
and I lost my trucker hat.
My gut doesn't know anything.
I can't rely on feelings.
If I lose that rematch, I'll let all my friends down.
You won't lose, Rigby. I believe in you.
- Really? - I know it right here.
Thanks, man.
Time to show that square-faced sucker who's boss.
Wa-pow!
Whoa! Yo, Rigby, that was a smooth move, bro.
Yeah-uh. Don helped me get back in the game.
Hey, Don!
- Hi! - Hey, guys.
Yeah! I'm gonna crush him!
We're behind you all the way, bro, win or lose.
But, you know, we'd prefer you win.
Thanks, guys. I know I can do it.
Then let's get to that rematch so you can ice that fool.
So, you decided to show up. Good.
I'm looking forward to that extra change.
It's $36,000, right, Clarence?
- You can go first. - Great.
Let's get this over with
'cause I'm hungry.
Looks like tonight I'll be upgrading to diamond chicken.
Whuh, uh... oh!
- Whew! - Oh, nice.
No. I'm eggscellent.
Hunh!
Hmm.
Top that.
Whoa!
Ohhhhh!
- No! - Aw, yeah-uh!
One more shot, and you win, Rigby!
I knew you could do it!
Looks like you'll be paying your own bill, Cash.
And I'll take my hat back, please.
Oh, no, unh-unh.
You may not have to pay me that money,
but I won this hat fair and square on that side bet.
You'll never see it again.
Aw, man, he's right. The hat's his.
- Hold everything! - Huh?
The god of basketball?
Rigby, your original double-or-nothing shot
is still in play.
The one that banked out the window? But how?
It's my duty to keep track of all things basketball,
and when your ball went out the window,
it continued to bank!
Huh?
Hmm.
Does this mean my gut feeling was right this whole time?
Is the shot gonna go in?
I'm as curious as you.
I arrived ahead of time
so I could catch the final moment myself.
Wait. What's that sound?
Unh!
Ugh!
Yeah-uh!
Aw, yeah! Rigby, you have truly made
the greatest bank shot of all time!
Oh, yeah!
My shots are like the best part of the alphabet...
"L," "M," "N,"...
Ohhhhh!
Ping-pong!
- I got it! - Nice!
- Rigby! - Come on.
You got go along with Ping-pong.
Ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong!
What's your problem bro?
Muscle Man!
Hey, Dale!
Muscle Man, you know this guy?
Yes, he knows me.
We used to be in bodybuilding contest together.
Really?
Yeah, he used be hot stuff.
Now he's just a hot mess!
And we don't allow hot messes like you guys
to play Ping-pong in our gym.
So get out here!
It's a free country man, you can't tell us what to do!
You leave us alone, Dale!
What? do you think you are tough now bro?
Look at you, you even don't deserve to be called Muscle Man no more.
Mitch!
Nobody calls me that except for my girlfriend
and also the guy in the airport who checks my driver's license.
But that besides the point.
I've got more muscles now than you'll ever have!
Oh yeah? Ok then.
The Power Tower Bicep-tennial this weekend.
It's the bigest bodybuilding contest.
If you can beat me
then you and your little Ping-pong pussy can come here and play
whatever you want.
But until that day
I don't want to see any of your faces anywhere near the Power Tower.
Do I make myself clear?
Oh you're clear alright, you are clearly gonna lose
to me at the Bicep-tennial,
and me and my friends are gonna play Ping-pong here
whenever we want!
Dude, you don't have to do this, you know?
Dude, that guy is super ripped, there is no way you can beat him.
I thought the whole reason you're called Muscle Man
Was to be ironic anyways.
Yeah, 'cause you so out of shape, you know.
How's this for out shape?
Man, you are kidding?
Yeah bros, back then I was the real deal.
I was the Muscle Man!
I really got to bodybuilding though my dad.
Everyday I go with him to the Power Tower
and watch him liftin' weights.
He may not have the most ripped body,
but he was as strong as an ox.
Until one day...
Muscle Dad!
- Check here. - Pretty cool, man.
Hey kid, what happened?
I don't know, I was just sitting over there
and my dad was lifting over ear.
And I lifted the weights up off him.
His posing is perfect!
Your boy is natural, Muscle Dad.
And I was finally ready to compete in the Power Tower Bicep-tennial.
I had it all. Muscles, technique, the total package.
The winner, Muscle Man!
Muscle Man! Muscle Man! Muscle Man!
After a while, I kept winning every match.
And I got bored.
So I decided to step away from the whole bodybuilding things.
But now I am ready to get back into it,
So I can win the Bicep-tennial and beat Dale.
Let's go back to the Power Tower.
One more, one more.
Let's take five.
- Dude, are you thinking what I am thinking?
What? Oh Ping-pong?
Ping-pong.
Yeah, wait, what if Dale's here?
It's just one quick game.
Alright, let's hurry before he sees us.
Go ahead, keep playing.
Really?
Yeah, keep playing.
Keep playing.
- But we barely have any... - Come on!
What's up?
What I said Dale?
Leave us alone!
I told your guys not to come here, Mitch.
I told you not to call me that!
You wanna go?
Yeah, let's go right now.
Alright, alright, break it off.
Ya don't stand a chance! Mitch!
Whatever man, you are so going down!
I got to face facts,
I never be able to get buff in time for the Bicep-tennial.
There is only one way to beat him... technique!
This is holpless!
I never gonna win the Bicep-tennial.
What's this?
Son, if you're reading this, I have passed away.
And you are about to enter the Power Tower Bicep-tennial.
Which you need to win so you could beat some jerks,
And let your friends play Ping-pong.
This tape contains pose that will guarantee victory
or very painful death.
Good lucky, son, I believe in you.
Love, Muscle Dad.
Muscle man?
Hey, Muscle man.
-Are you ready... -Shh.
My ghost dad sent me this ghost type from beyond the grave.
It's gonna help me win the contest.
Up next in the 76th power tower Bicep-tennial.
is reigning champion. Don, Don Nonzile!
Oh, my dad told me about this guy.
Don Nonzile will finish up with the shredder!
Remind me again what the shredder is, Chaz.
The shredder has two meanings.
For one, if done correctly, it shreds all of the competition.
Two,
if you falter in the slightest
it will literally shred all of your muscles,
leading to of course to an instant agonizing death.
Talk about the double-edged sword.
Oh, he is going behind the head for the hand clasp.
I think he is gonna do it!
I think he is ...
Eassssy.
Don't worry, bros. I've totally got this.
What?! Are you crazy?
Yeah, man. Don't risk your life just so we can play ping-pong.
It is about more than just ping-pong.
It is about sticking up for ourselves!
If I would win the Bicep-tennial,
and I say it's shredding time!
Time to win this game.
This is Chaz Macalester coming to you live,
from the power tower Bicep-tennial.
Next step to the stage,
We have Dale the Daletard Decico!
And making his return,
We have Muscle man!
I remembered when he was a kid, his body's dang!
It is okay, Muscle man.
Yeah you got this bro.
And we are now be coming see the competition with the first pose,
Abdominals and thigh!
Oh man, did you see that technique?
The crab most muscular!
Hey, we got a two thumbs-up pose.
Oh, there is a peace sign.
And looks like the judges don't seem too convinced by these poses.
Unbelievable!
This is shaping athlete's true clacial styles!
The judges have reached a dicision.
The two contestents moving on to the seven death round are
Dale the Daletard Decico!
Yes!
And although his body is very very out of shape,
We all agree that his technique is immaculate.
Muscle man!
Yes!
You can do it! Muscle man.
Alright, Mitch. Time to show the world who the real muscle man is!
Yeah, they're all gonna see that it's me!
You look kind of tired, Mitch.
Why don't you give up,
and go play ping-pong with your floppy friends!
We believe in you. Muscle man... man... man... man...
Oh, what is this?
I think muscle man is going for the shredder!
Not the shredder!!
Noooooo!
Perfectional!
The winner of the power tower Bicep-tennial,
Muscle man!
Muscle man! Muscle man! Muscle man!
You did it son! I'm proud of you.
See, Muscle man. You did what I could not.
Hey!
I'm so sorry I've done to you, bro.
You are always world number one.
Muscle man.
Yeah, it's for you guys.
Ah, ping-pong box!
Oh yeah, game on!
Eh, maybe later bros.
My muscle is killing me.