This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
George is the kid on the left with the tie and the flattop.
Harold is the one on the right with the T-shirt and the bad haircut.
Remember that, now,
because they're about to meet the dark side of teamwork.
Listen up! The Lake Summer Camp ropes course is a team activity,
so you only succeed if everyone succeeds.
And until then, there will be no other camp activities.
-What about sleeping? -Except sleeping.
-What about eating? -And eating.
-What about going to the bathroom? -Or showering?
Or doing our har?
I'm talking about fun stuff! No fun stuff!
Now get going.
-Come on, Melvin, climb! -I am climbing, you unpaved roads.
-Come on, Melvin, cross. -I am crossing, you warped-- Ah!
Come on, Melvin, zip!
No. Never! Call the fire department and get me down from here!
Oh, that was fast.
Now get me down from here!
All but one of you finished.
That means that none of you finished, so no fun stuff until you do.
Except for me.
♪ So George and Harold make comic books ♪
-♪ We're cool! ♪ -♪ Me, too! ♪
♪ Now they're summering at summer camp And Mr. Krupp is, too ♪
♪ Once they used the hypno-ring And first they made him dance ♪
♪ Then accidentally, kinda on purpose Turned him into Captain Underpants ♪
♪ Tra-la-la! ♪
♪ With a snap, he's the Captain Flying through the trees ♪
♪ And don't forget when he gets wet You're sure to feel the squeeze! ♪
♪ Put it all together What could possibly go wrong? ♪
♪ Now this is the end Of the Captain Underpants song! ♪
-♪ By George Beard and Harold Hutchins ♪ -♪ Tra-la-camp! ♪
The Confounding Concoction of the Crooked Combotato.
Chapter 1: Fake One for the Team.
The ropes course left Melvin's body ruined
like an unguarded taco bar.
Oh, my body isn't made to move.
What do you two floppy disks want?
Ha! Obsolete burn!
You heard Krupp. No fun until we finish the ropes course as a team.
So no activities.
No outdoor activities, no indoor activities...
No swimming, no boating, no archery, no jousting, no soliciting,
-no shirt, no shoes-- -I get it.
Right, and since you're, pardon the expression, Melvin...
We know you'll never be a team player. So we have a solution.
- What is this absurdity? - It's a stunt Melvin!
I didn't agree to this, but okay.
Gooch finishes the course as you, we all move on, everybody wins.
Preposterous! No one will believe he is me.
Hey, Melvin. Second Melvin!
You think you can replace me? Well, I'll replace you with clones.
Clones who will celebrate me.
-They're ready, your Melvinness. -Your scepter, your Melvinity.
"Melvin, Melvin we love you."
Eh, do it anyway?
Operation Cut Melvin Out of the Loop is a go.
Come on, Gooch.
-Gooch? -Oh, sorry. Thought I was Melvin.
I'm just a pawn in this game.
Yep, that was hot coffee.
Oh, back for more?
Too bad you'll blow it, and I'm having all the fun.
Stupid rope.
Wait! Melvin, why do you look different?
New haircut?
Also, I'm not Melvin, but you won't hear that because no one listens to me--
Ha! Your barber butchered you, Melvin.
But we can't all have beautiful, natural hair like mine.
No! My beautiful, natural hair!
Like, he's right. Rain is bad for har!
Sophie One, get the umbrella!
"Lake Summer Camp ropes course. Together we fail."
"Krupp is a hot fart casserole."
Ugh! Other Sophie, you're a terrible umbrella.
Am I still Melvin or am I me now?
I'm like a waterfall.
♪ Niagara! ♪
I don't know where the sweat stops and the rain starts.
Man, it's pouring out there. So no ropes course.
Which means no fun, no freedom and no folk music.
♪ Flowers and birds And not paying taxes ♪
No folk music?
♪ Sharing our shoes and sleeping on dirt ♪
I needed one more thing that starts with "F."
♪ And living in a van ♪
On the bright side, no Melvin.
-So, no me? -No, real Melvin.
I don't know who I am anymore. I think I'm losing it.
Me, too. We gotta find something fun to do until it stops raining
or we'll all go stir crazy.
-Bingo! -Huh?
And other games besides Bingo.
While the kids were killing time, Krupp was killing hair.
Hair smoke. I'm sure that's normal.
Just need to crack a window.
Hmm.
Rain must have made the wood swell.
Oh, no! More swollen wood!
I'm trapped!
Okay, calm down, Krupp. Stop acting like your hair's on fire.
There!
The Dial-A-Clone 2000 is complete.
Now I can replace the barbaric baboons in this camp with Melvin-friendly clones.
I just need to extract DNA from each of them
using my DNAwol 2000.
Add a dash of Melvin and a pinch of Sneedly to each clone,
and I'll finally get the respect I deserve! Ah!
Chapter 2: Feeling Plot! Plot! Plot!
Meanwhile, the other kids were rolling snake eyes.
-Without dice. -Guys, I found the dice!
Oh, wait. These are just old croutons.
How is it possible all of these games are broken or missing pieces?
-Where'd you get that? -From my pit potato crop!
-You mean pit-tato? -So good.
Good? They're taterrific.
I even pit steamed them. Dig in, man.
- Uh... - I would eat a body potato nevar!
Some things are too natural.
- ♪ Dilemma! ♪
I'm so bored.
We gotta do something before the stir crazy wins.
We could learn a new language.
"Your tuba is an alligator"?
I got, "The monsoon is bankrupt."
Man, dog is a hard language.
I'm so bored.
Sophie One, sulk with me.
Other Sophie, stop the rain!
Nice to meet you, Mr. Wall. What do you do for a living?
You need to grow more skin.
-♪ Skin! ♪ -These markers are permanent.
They're on the edge, man.
We gotta break their cabin fever before it burns us all down.
Hey, you guys wanna help with our new game?
What new game?
Uh, I mean, new game. We have one.
- You've heard of Hot Potato, right? - Hot potato!
Well, we're gonna play Plot Potato.
It's a lot of fun. Right, Harold?
Yes, because we've done it before, and it was fun.
Harold and I will start a story, then pass the potato to someone else
to tell the next part when this hourglass is up.
Uh, we'll play old-school.
Your turn is up when Bo finishes eating a potato.
That's how they played in the old country.
Stanley, one plot potato, easy on the steam, please.
One easy steamer coming up.
Hey, Melvin, why are you sneaking around like you don't anyone to know?
Well, if I wanted anyone to know what I was doing,
I wouldn't be sneaking around!
-Should we ask Melvin to join us? -Nah, he's not Plot Potato people.
-How's the potato coming, Stanley? -Can't rush steam.
Toothbrushes are a hotbed of DNA.
Little did you know proper oral hygiene would be your downfall, George and Harold.
-Time to start the game! -Potato up!
Chapter 3: Captain Underpants and the Crooked Combotato!
Special Plot Potato edition. By George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
So, Captain Underpants went to a holiday party
on the roof of a, like, a giant skyscraper building!
But when he arrived, the only one there was Dr. Cons Tuber,
a mad scientist who seemed kinda German and loved potatoes.
And he was like, "Velcome to ze party, Captain Vunderpants.
Because Vs are very German, ja!"
And Captain Underpants was all, "What party? Did I get the date wrong?"
And Tuber was all like, "No, zis is ze day
because Zs are also very German, ja!"
Then he pulled a lever, kerchunk!
Captain Underpants was buried in mashed potatoes.
Captain Underpants was all, "I can't move! Your spuds are thick as mud, ja!"
And Tuber pulled another lever, perkish, unleashing his ultimate weapon, Combotato.
Combotato, a potato monster
with the heads of Captain Underpants's enemies poking out of the skin.
There was Altitooth and Barflisk and Salamangler and Gumbalina Toothington
and a bunch more we don't have time to list! No time!
Captain Underpants was like, "Now it's a party!"
And Combotato was all like, "No, now it's a funeral! Yours!"
And Captain Underpants was all like, "RIP me. Rest in potatoes. Ha!" Joke!
Potato joke! And Tuber was all, "Zat's funny. Now die!"
He pulled another lever, shwang klunk.
But wrong lever, and it freed Captain Underpants
'cause too many levers.
So Combotato tackled Captain Underpants
and they both fell off the building, and...
Time! Potato down.
Your turn, Dressy.
Pick up from where we left off.
You can do anything you want.
-Anything? -Anything.
-Anything? -Anything!
-Anything? -Anything.
-Anything? -Anything!
-Anything? -Anything.
-Anything? -Anything!
♪ Anything! ♪
-Are we go-tato, Stanley? -Almost done.
This spud's for you, big fella.
Just in case you forgot, Melvin was still collecting DNA.
And, yes, it was still creepy.
Dressy's tea mug. It's crawling with her DNA.
And ants. Gross.
As Captain Underpants
and the villain-veggie hybrid monster Combotato fell,
a golden griffin pulling a rainbow chariot made of fire swooped in and caught them.
♪ Paradise awaits! ♪
Welcome to the Clouds of Cooperation, where all live in harmony.
To enter, you must pass the Trial of Togetherness.
Ooh!
-Wait, are we still fighting, or... -Dude, she just said all live in harmony.
You must carry the egg across this cloud as if two were one.
-No problem. My belly is sticky. -Ew!
Oh, no, crocobats, and they look hungry.
Eagles carrying sharks?
Honestly, I've seen weirder.
You undersold that.
Indeed, you failed like none before you.
But you failed together, so you passed!
♪ Welcome! ♪
Time!
Potato down!
You really got your work cut out for you, Stanley.
What? I can't follow that. It's too much pressure.
I'm breaking out in chives.
-Those would go great on potatoes. -Well, can I have some time to think?
Sure. You can have the time it takes Bo to eat a fingerling potato.
Okay, Wally, Wallamina, I need to bounce some ideas off you.
Chapter 4: Soap on a Dope.
Mr. Krupp was stuck in the bathroom,
but when the tough gets stuck, the stuck gets soapy,
or something like that.
I'm all soaped up, and I'm gonna slip under that door like an eel.
And then we'll be free, Harry. Free!
Harry! Man down! Call someone!
- Who do you want me to call? - Ah!
Miss Anthrope! Have you been in here the whole time?
-Yes. -Why didn't you say something?
You were busy.
Well, that's no excuse to-- Wait, I'm stuck in here with you?
Yes.
Ugh! Stanley's entire bunk is a DNA sample.
So the cloud Captain Underpants and Combotato were on, uh, disappeared.
And they fell like, ah, like the way stuff that falls
all the way down to the Wild West, yeah.
Howdy, Captain Underpants the Kid!
Word is Combotato the Kid is gonna hold up the Pony Express mighty soon.
Our posse needs your help.
I'm George the Kid. Saddle up, partner.
I'm Harold the Kid. Maybe you should put on some pants, too.
Is this a Western now? Where's that bird-horse lady?
We moved on to Stanley's story. Try to keep up.
You're right, I'm overthinking it.
Like all Western villains, I'ma rob that there train!
Yee-haw!
Faster! Combotato the Kid is getting on the Pony Express!
-Ah! My horse is broken! -So just fly!
Oh, yeah. You'd think I'd remember I can do that, but I don't.
There's only room for one lasso on this train.
Ooh, nice lasso, El Paso!
But can you tap like an ostrich in tap shoes?
Oh, Pony Express. We get it.
Get what? Why are ponies on a train?
Time! Potato down!
Cliché, but so good.
You're up, Jessica.
Oh, my har.
How is Jessica not as bald as Mr. Krupp?
So, like, the train pulled up to Popular High,
and dropped Captain Underwear and the weirdo potato monster off for school.
I'm Jessica. We're the Popu-stars.
And you have one chance to join us.
Drop the beat.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Popu-stars is the crew ♪
♪ Jessica and the Sophies We're better than you ♪
♪ We shine like trophies We rule this school ♪
♪ You better move it You wanna join us? ♪
-♪ You gotta prove it ♪ -Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are we still fighting each other or these hip-hop divas?
Dude, they just called us out.
I feel like we gotta drop a mad beat first.
♪ They call me Captain Underpants 'Cause that's what I wear ♪
♪ I don't know about the Captain part And I like cheese ♪
♪ We are a collective of monster DNA Fused with a potato ♪
♪ We don't understand social customs Please like us ♪
-What? -Nevar evar.
Time!
-Potato down! -Those are some dope lyrics, yo.
-You're up! -As Melvin or Gooch?
-Gooch. -Okay. I need a minute to find him.
There he is.
Hello, stranger.
We might need to reboot Gooch.
It's just-- The truth is my mother never loved me.
She just wanted me to milk the cows.
And if we ever get out of here, I'll tell her how much that hurt.
-My mother is a dog walker and-- -Ah! I forgot about you!
It's Harry's turn to share, not yours!
Go ahead, Harry.
-Can wigs talk? -Shh! Harry?
It's called "laundry," Gooch.
It separates us from the beasts.
The Popu-stars said no to Captain Underpants and Combotato,
but the gym decoration committee said yes.
And that was their first mistake.
Touchdown!
Time!
- Potato down! - Like, slapstick, Gooch? Sariously?
I don't even like slapstick. Guess I have more layers than I thought.
But no one's left and we don't have an ending.
♪ Unsatisfying! ♪
Hey, guys, wait, what about Bo?
Uh-oh. I think Bo is a no-tato.
Well, we need an ending or this place will snap like a waistband.
Ah!
Relax. I'm here to end your story.
-How do you know about the story? -I know everything.
Let's do this. The gym disaster was ruled criminal negligence
and District Attorney Erica Wang prosecuted the case.
I just have one question for you two: did you do it?
-Yes! No! -No! Yes!
I rest my case.
-The end. -Is it?
Uh, does anyone else feel like that ending was missing something?
Eh...
Fine. Settle for less.
Oh, my gar!
If I don't get closure on this story, my head will pop.
Sophie One, hold my head.
Other Sophie, get a mop.
♪ Panic spinning! ♪
Plot Potato gave me hope, but now all hope is lost
and the world is gray and food tastes like sand.
-We have no choice. -No. Not--
Yes. Melvin.
Plus, the rules of Plot Potato clearly state
that everyone has to go or no one goes.
We made this game up 20 minutes ago.
-There are no rules. -There are now!
Chapter 5: Pinch Quitter.
And last but most,
I'll extract Erica's DNA from the strand of her hair I keep in my locket.
Oh... next to my heart.
Creepy!
Now I just need to dial the activation sequence
on this archaic rotary telephone dial.
Nine...
nine...
- Ugh! Why did I use so many nines? - Hey, Melvin!
- What's that? - A phone booth.
I saw it on Iffypedia.
-It's like a phone that's only a phone. -What's the point of that?
What do you want, you used shoes?
We're playing a game where we all take a turn telling a story
-and we need you to end it. -It's called Plot Potato. Wanna play?
I think not potato. Begone!
Look, we were wrong to replace you. You're a part of our team.
There's no "Melvin" in "team," but there should be.
So if you don't finish the story, we don't finish the story.
Hey, I guess we learned something from the ropes course.
♪ Teachable moment! ♪
Just 'cause we don't, like, like you doesn't mean we don't, like, need you.
Plus, you're better at stories than ropes courses.
This is a trick. You just want to mock me.
So take your incomplete story and let it be unsatisfying.
You fools!
-Do you know what you've done? -Us? That was literally all you.
And the lightning. Which is crazy 'cause we're indoors.
What happened? Why do we sound like this?
Why are we a potato?
It's Combotato, but with our heads!
Maybe that's good, 'cause we like us.
Wrong! You made us a hideous hybrid, a mash-up monstrosity.
And now you non-potatoes will pay.
Let the A-tay-tocalypse begin!
'Cause lightning, potato and a smidgen of Sneedly are a bad stew.
Look at potato-me's har!
Oh, it's jacked.
We will, we will mash you!
Melvin, why does Combotato have our heads instead of monsters' heads?
Obviously, I was cloning better versions of all of you from your DNA
until you ruined everything!
-Time to get Captain Underpants! -And a potato peeler!
Harry and I just voted you off the bathmat!
Okay.
Huh? Oh!
The door was open the whole time?
Harry, how could you miss that?
♪ Tra-la-loo! ♪
That's English talk for toilet, governor!
There's a bad potato on the loose.
Did you fry it? 'Cause even bad potatoes make good fries.
No! It's got our heads on it!
A potato with a bunch of your heads on it?
Whoa! This episode is off the rails.
So, you guys just ride trains, huh?
Hey, brotato, pick on a potato your own size!
Get it? 'Cause I look like a potato.
You say potato, we say pulverize!
Chapter 6: The Incredibly Graphic Violence Chapter,
in Potat-O-Rama, because cooking is safer than fighting.
Unless you're cooking a live shark, and then watch out.
Welcome to Cap Cooks Potatoes!
I don't know how to cook,
but they gave me a show and a bunch of potatoes anyway.
First up, mashed potatoes! Where's the hammer?
Now we'll make French fries.
Step one, learn French.
Sacre-blah!
Now, twice-baked potato.
Wait, how many is twice?
That many?
I'm ordering takeout from now on.
Ah! I'm out of the bathroom!
But where are my pants? And where's Harry?
Harry? Harry?
Harry! I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.
One potato, two potato, three potato, you're finished.
And that's our cue to run.
Melvin, can you undo whatever you did
-to make that potato monster? -Why would I do that?
'Cause your potato monster is about to tater our tots!
Ah!
Fair enough. With some adjustments,
I can extract the DNA from that tuber terrorist with my DNAwol.
But the extraction will take time, so we'll need a distraction.
-You mean an extraction distraction? -So good.
Head to the ropes course. That'll slow Combotato down.
And it will bring me to a halt. I can't negotiate that deathtrap.
No, but we can... together.
When I said "together," I didn't mean this.
You made this bed, now carry it!
And for the record, I'm only cooperating to save myself.
That's the team spirit.
He's pretty fast for a potato.
- Spud's got speed. - How about this ending?
Turns out Combotato is just a figment of Captain Underpants's imagination.
Eh...
Oh, come on!
-That potato's coming in hot! -You almost done extracting, Melvin?
Yes, just a few more--
Melvin!
Keep extracting, Melvin!
Like our lives depend on it... 'cause they do.
Melvin, you did it!
Yes, I know. No thanks to you.
That's the team spirit.
But we still don't have an ending to our story.
And Bo's ready to go.
Hey, guys, I found Krupp and brought him home safely.
So now he'll let us fun it up. How's that for an ending?
- Eh... - Oh, come on!
Harry!