♪♪
( yelling )
( alarm blaring )
That's me, Billy Dilley.
( both yelling )
These are my two lab friends,
Zeke and Marsha.
BOTH: Lab partners.
( yelling resumes )
This is my pet rat, Anaximander.
Isn't he adorable?
( yelling continues )
And together, we are about to go on
the accidental adventure of a lifetime.
It all started last Tuesday.
I mean, Wednesday.
I needed two brave candidates
for this year's science fair.
MARSHA: And I need an article for the school newspaper,
or Becky Bookerman, editor-in-chief,
wasn't going to invite me to her slumber party.
ZEKE: And I needed a passing grade in science class,
or I was looking at another year of summer school.
So there I was with the world's
two best lab friends ever.
BOTH: Lab partners.
Have you ever wondered how holes get into cheese?
Well, I know we have. Right, guys?
- Yes! - Um, I guess so.
I present to you, as our entry into
this year's Gumbert Johnson Middle School Science Fair...
The Cheeserator!
Meet the world's first, and possibly only,
manned cheese aerator.
( silence )
It's for really big cheese.
It was all going Gouda, until...
( thunder crashing )
♪ Do-doo-doo-do-do ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, we're subterranean ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, you're such a brainy kid ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, it's fascinating how ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, it's complicated now ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, situation critical ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, I hope it's fixable ♪
♪ Billy Dilley, oh oh-oh-oh-oh ooooh ♪
♪ Billy Dilley ♪
Something tells me we're not in Cheddar anymore.
Fascinating.
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.
Oof. It was theorized,
but I never dreamed it could be true.
What's true?
Completely isolated from the surface.
Isolated?!
A world inside the world.
Billy, what are you talking about?
Imagine, if you will,
that this doughnut is the Earth.
Well, if my calculations are correct,
we are somewhere near the orange sprinkles.
Or possibly, the pink sprinkles.
You mean we're stuck in the center of a doughnut?
This is awful!
This is fascinating!
Just think of all the species
that must exist here, like the Sphinx-teritops,
the Terradonculous,
the ultra rare Wormosaurus Rex!
- The what? - Did you guys know
they have a very distinctive way of greeting their friends?
- ( both exclaiming ) - It went something like this...
Whee!
And then, they really kick it up a notch.
Snoh. Boh, boh, boh!
Billy, what are you doing?
Pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop.
Come on, you guys. Join me.
Not even if I was the last Worma-whatever-you-said on Earth.
In Earth.
- ( strange noise ) - What was that?
Fascinating.
An ancient subterranean species.
- Most likely of the-- - Now see here, you!
There you are, Billy. ( gasps )
Oh, hey, guys.
Just, you know, familiarizing myself
with these, uh...
Gorks.
Everyone around these parts knows the Gorks.
We, my good fellows, are not from around these parts.
We hail from above.
From the surface?
Correctamundo.
Wait. What?
Don't care much for surface dwellers much around here.
Hey, don't we get a phone call?
Well, at least they gave us a room with a view.
( sighs loudly )
Look on the bright side, Zeke.
We're seeing new worlds, making new friends.
- And not only that... - ( squishy sounds )
Billy's pet rat is here with us, too.
That's funny, Marsha.
I thought for sure you'd be more upset
about missing that slumber party you mentioned.
( sobbing )
Nice goin', dude.
You've really made a mess of things
this time, Billy Dilley.
( water splashing, crying, buzzing, rhythmically )
( guard farting, rhythmic noises continue )
( laughing )
( laughter )
Now there's only one thing left to do.
ALL: Run!
Now that's what I call freedom rock.
Guys.
I'm stuck.
It just... won't... budge.
Go on, save yourselves.
I mean it.
Uh... I didn't really mean it.
There you are.
The great Gorkager awaits.
The great Gorka-who?
Bring in the professional entertainer.
Yes, O Great One.
As you requested.
Now are you going to entertain me,
or am I going to have to entertain myself?
Huh, well, I'm not really a professional....
uh, entertainer.
( feedback whines )
( whispering )
Hi. My name is Belly.
Belly Dilley.
Hi, Belly Dilley. My name is Billy Dilley.
Hey, Billy Dilley.
I sure could use a drink of water.
Of course.
Gee, thanks, Billy Dilley.
( booing )
( all booing )
You think this is easy?!
( laughing )
Fascinating.
If that tickles your fancy,
prepare for Mach Five
on the excitement highway.
Heh-heh. Does that scream entertainment or what?
( all muttering )
Hey, sorry I'm late.
Anyway, I'm ready to start entertaining.
Should I set up on stage?
So, if you're the entertainer,
who's this guy?
That's the surface dweller we captured, Your Greatness.
Yeah, we tried to tell you earlier,
but you weren't listening.
Surface dweller?!
What?
Plop, pleep.
Pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop.
Could it possibly be?
Zeke, Marsha.
Wheee!
Pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop.
ALL: Pleep, ploop...
You simpletons.
These aren't surface dwellers at all.
They're the ultra rare Wormosaurus Rex.
These could be the last ones left on Earth.
You mean, in Earth.
Off with you then.
You're free to writhe and squirm in the wild
like nature intended.
We'll check in periodically to make sure you're doing okay.
And to double check that you're not surface dwellers.
ALL: Pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop, pleep, ploop.
So how long do you think it's gonna take
to fix the Cheeserator, anyway, Billy?
Well, it took the whole semester to build it the first time,
so my guess is about three months.
But that's all summer.
You mean an entire summer break of no summer school,
no teachers, no parents or rules?
I think I can deal with that.
Sorry you didn't make it to your slumber party...
lab partner.
Actually, I kinda did...
lab friend.
Marsha, ya mean it?
Success!
Oh, it's like that, is it?
Little did you know, you're dealing with
the undisputed pillow fighting champ
of eighth grade three years running.
You're forgetting the most important component
of any successful pillow... oof!
Billy Dilley.
Wait up, guys.
Not now, Mittens.
It's not breakfast time yet.
Eek! I just had the weirdest dream.
Let me guess.
You were stuck in a strange land
somewhere near the Earth's core,
and you got there in something called the Cheeserator,
that was invented by a guy in science class
named Billy Dilley.
Zeke, how did you know?
Uh...
Oh, yeah.
Speaking of whom.
Comin' in hot.
Fascinating.
Billy?
I was just returning from a morning dip.
There's a small, hospitable lagoon
just on the other side of that thicket.
Actually, it's more of a bog.
The lagoon, I mean, not the thicket.
That's just a thicket.
I'm sure glad I remembered my swim suit.
Wait. That's your swim suit?
No, these are my regular clothes.
( straining )
This is my swim suit.
They look exactly the same.
From the front.
- BOTH: Oh! - ZEKE: Why?
Okay.
Well, all this small talk's
got me in the mood for another swim.
Say, why don't you two join me?
Anaximander's coming.
Aren't you, buddy?
( ramp whirring )
Don't forget your sunscreen.
Well, guys?
Last one in is a rotten... Aaaah!
A rotten what?
Maybe what she means is... oh, oh, oh!
No, I didn't quite...
- ( loud screeching ) - Duck!
No, Marsha, it's a pterosaur.
Ducks didn't evolve until approximately...
Something tells me
we won't be served any snacks on this flight.
I'm afraid you're right, Zeke.
The first-class seats are in the back
near the tail section.
Just great.
Guys, look. It's the Cheeserator.
How's the Cheeserator gonna help us?
For starters, there's an emergency survival pack onboard
that has everything we need to last us the entire summer.
Perfect. Now all we have to do is travel down off this spire,
traverse thousands of miles of hazardous terrain,
and we're home free. ( voice echoing )
Easier said than done, Zeke.
Without a real plan of action,
we're likely to be stuck up here...
- forever. - ( flies buzzing )
Forever?
Oh, no. You got us into this mess,
you're getting us out.
Oh, take it easy on him, Zeke.
He didn't know that...
( bones rattling )
Billy, you got us into this mess,
and you're gonna get us out!
Those guys are right.
I... I... I...
don't know what I should do.
What. That's it.
We'll ask Mr. Whatzit!
Whoo! Oh, wait. Who?
Here we go.
This is Mr. Whatzit,
the most incredible science and learning-based
cable access TV show host in the entire metropolitan region.
GIRL: Do you ever wonder ¿What£s it?
KIDS: Mr. Whatzit does!
Mr. Whatzit?!
That's right, and if anyone can get us
back to the Cheeserator, he can.
Tickle, tickle, tickle.
( creepy giggling )
Billy, it's a doll.
Zeke, it's like a good luck charm.
I used to have this cute little lucky egg
that I would carry around with me everywhere.
It would get me out of any sticky situation.
What happened to it?
It hatched. There were spiders everywhere.
Take flight. Science is out of sight.
- Flight. That's it. - It is?
We'll use this stuff to make a whirligig
to take us back to the Cheeserator.
Why didn't I think of that?
Because, Zeke,
you're not Mr. Whatzit.
There we go.
- Good work, Zeke. - Thanks.
Well, Marsha,
the flowers are a nice touch.
Oh, they're not flowers, Billy.
They're a magnified view of the chicken pox
I contracted in the fourth grade.
Fascinating.
Uh, guys.
Let's push it to the edge.
Whoo hoo! It works!
Yeah, I think we just forgot one thing.
What's that, Zeke?
Oh.
( ferocious screech )
Whirligig to the rescue.
Oh, I think I sprained my spleen.
Yow! Hey.
Quiet, Zeke.
I think these prehistoric thorn plants
respond to smell.
You mean sound.
Yeah, sound.
Don't worry.
Mr. Whatzit can help us.
Let your curiosity run wild.
That's it. Run!
My shoe is untied.
That's terribly unsafe.
Now we're never gonna find our way back to the Cheeserator.
Don't worry, Marsha.
Mr. Whatzit has what we need to help us find the way.
A pocket compass.
Pocket compass?!
Yes, Zeke, the man has a pocket compass.
Isn't it beautiful?
Hand-carved from the finest balsa wood.
Gold trim, leather inset,
hand-painted needle,
and a certificate of authenticity.
As long as it works.
Oh, no, it's not a working compass,
but you have to admire the craftsmanship.
Give me that thing!
Careful, Zeke. That's a collector's item.
Billy, we gotta find our way back to that Cheeserator.
Get your head in the game, man!
Billy, what do we do?
Ask Mr. Whatzit what he thinks.
Give us the doll, Billy.
I'm not convinced that's entirely necessary.
That's it!
It's time to have a word with Mr. Whatzit.
What word might that be?
Good-bye!
Mr. Whatzit!
I guess we better see if he's okay.
Of course. He jumps off the cliff
in the opposite direction of the Cheeserat...
...or.
Hey, Marsha, what has
twelve eyes, eight legs,
and hasn't used mouthwash in millions of years?!
I don't know, but it sure looks grouchy.
MR. WHATZIT: Don't let life pass you by.
Mr. Whatzit!
I'm coming, Mr. Whatzit.
BOTH: Billy!
Hold on. That's funny.
For a second, I thought I heard Zeke and Marsha
calling my name.
Probably just the love song
of the three-toed orangutanasuar.
No, Billy, it's us! Zeke and Marsha.
What a remarkable coincidence.
Orangutanasaurs named Zeke and Marsha.
No, Zeke and Marsha, your friends!
We're Zeke and Marsha, the orangutanasaurs.
( goofy singing )
Zeke and Marsha.
Mr. Whatzit.
Almost.
Gotcha.
BOTH: Billy! It's a huge spider!
MARSHA: Hairy, too.
ZEKE: Big fangs.
Billy, we need you!
Your friends need you.
Sorry, Mr. Whatzit.
Can't talk now. My friends need me.
I never thought I would end up as lunch
for a giant tarantula.
Oh, I did.
It was in my horoscope in Teen Person Monthly.
Are you a Pisces, too?
( high-pitched scream )
Billy, you came back.
That's right, Zeke.
And now, I...
Fascinating.
Hey, look.
It's the Cheeserator.
And to celebrate, the emergency survival pack.
Billy, is that what I think it is?
That's right, Zeke.
For emergency use only.
Billy, we can't survive on this stuff, man.
I'm talking about barbecued frosted pickle bursters.
Blammo bars.
Cherry crud cola.
( farting noise )
Those things are all in the other emergency survival pack, Zeke.
The other emergency survival pack?
Ah. Cherry crud cola.
Now this is what I call surviving.
( laughter)
Now we can look forward to three whole months of days
just like today.
( ferocious roaring )
ALL: Uh...
Who knew we could build an entire shelter
out of a few non-essential scraps from the Cheeserator?
I guess this is home sweet home.
For the summer anyway.
It's just too bad Mr. Whatzit isn't here to celebrate.
( gasps )
Mr. Whatzit.
♪ I said you've got the wrong number ♪
♪ For the right guy ♪
♪ I'll do the job for you ♪
♪ Just pay the price ♪
♪ Run, run, run away ♪
♪ Baby, stick to the plan ♪
♪ Whoo whoo ♪
♪ Run, run, run away ♪
♪ Catch me if you can ♪