[Announcer] This is the story of an extraordinary oyster.
Born from a toxic spill, [music]
he was adopted by humans with his shell brother.
And now, he must hide his secret oyster powers.
[title music]
[electricity zaps]
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[Boyster] Boyster!
[bell rings]
[boy] He looks so mature!
I'll bet he shaves at least once a month.
I wish I'd been held back three times, too.
Four times, but who's counting?
Now everybody take a step back. I gotta get to the multiplex.
It's almost showtime.
Ozzy is going to see Ninja Gnome Die Hard Veggie Garden!
It's rated NK for No Kids!
Ninja Gnome? Sounds lame...
Wait, but you just said you'd give up a kidney to s... [groans]
Well, too bad for you, little babies,
cuz they won't be lettin' babies like you in.
Well, babies, have fun suckin' your thumbs. I'm outtie.
You'll be back, right?! And... and tell us all about it?!
Ozzy's such a man!
Babies?! Where does he get off calling us babies?!
Maybe 'cuz of these...
Hey! Voluto is not for babies!
- Robot Robin Hood! - # Robot Robin Hood #
[both] # Avenger in shining armor #
♪ Off I go to outer space ♪
Boyster! With each horrible note
one of my tomatoes cries out in pain and wants to end it all!
What?
[Shelby] It's a scientific fact... [soft piano plays]
...that music affects plant growth.
[rock music plays]
Don't you think you're exaggerating a little bit?
Even the tomatoes think they should go.
I hate to throw these away. We had so much fun together.
Do you like having people think we're babies?
...and when they yanked the carrots out of the ground
the audience started to scream!
Uh-oh... If Ozzy catches us with all these toys...
Can you imagine? Ripped out of the ground!
By the roots... it was horrible!
- Were you freakin' out?! - No way. I was cool.
Only a baby would freak out at a movie.
- Phew... - Huh?
Oh, You got a little something on your... What is that, seaweed?
Excuse me, sir. Do you have the time?
Eh... it's a little after five.
- Thank you, sir! - Good day to you, sir!
If I were you, I wouldn't hang around
that dumpster mister! It's full of germs.
This is so funny!
With that seaweed on your face they all think you're an...
[both] Adult!
Hmm.
[Boyster] Ninja Gnome Die Hard Veggie Garden?
Doesn't sound that grown up to me!
[Rafik] Roller Blader vs. the Masked Scooter?
That is so six months ago!
[both] Dolphin Zombie from Outer Space!
Good evening, two tickets for Dolphin Zombie from Outer Space!
But, sir! This is a movie for adults!
It'll traumatize your son!
[man] This child has not slept a wink since he snuck into
a movie theater and saw Dolphin Zombie from Outer Space!
Dolphin... goes... [screeching]
Sorry, Rafik. As an adult I must act responsibly.
You'll be back, right? And tell me all about it?
[indistinct chatter]
Ha! So, any good?! [shuddering]
[screeching] [yelling]
Wow... That good, huh!
Oh, I can't wait to tell everybody!
...so the president escapes on Air Force One,
but then they show the pilot from behind...
...and all you see is a dorsal fin!
[all] Ooh.
Weren't you scared?
- Uh... - Ha! I knew it!
He was as scared as a little baby who lost his bottle!
[all laughing]
You know, Boyster, it's OK to be afraid!
Even adults are afraid sometimes.
[gasps]
[screeching] [yelling]
Ah, you must be Boyster's father. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Is Boyster unwell? Not to worry.
I'll have Rafik bring him his homework.
Should be a pretty light load tonight.
[grunting] Huh?
- Son, you've really matured lately. - Which is why we're OK
leaving you and Shelby home alone for the weekend. Buh-bye!
The whole house to ourselves!
Just think of all the cool adult stuff we can do!
[both laughing]
Huh? [panting]
Feeling OK? I mean you look kind of tired and, well, old.
I'm OK. Let's do this.
Woo-hoo!
Ah, foolish youth, time speeds by so quickly as it is,
yet some would have it go even faster!
Did he say "faster"?
Woo-hoo! I'll take it!
Outstanding! Will that be cash or credit?
Mmm...
Short on cash? Don't you worry, never fear, Mr. Credit is here!
With this magic credit card, pay for whatever you want, sir!
Can we really get a credit card?!
Of course! Anyone can see this gentleman is old enough!
Now just sign here and you're good to go!
Ha-ha!
[both] Woo-hoo!
[hip hop music plays]
[crashing]
Hmm. [cash register dings]
[all chuckle]
[up tempo song plays]
[video game music]
Huh?
[yelling]
- What are all these zeros? - Money isn't free!
Your credit card comes with a 1,000 percent interest rate
multiplied by my grandmother's age and
tripled every 48 hours if the weather is bad.
You owe us.... a lot of money!
I don't have that kind of money.
That's what I was afraid of. Come and get it, boys!
Please! There must be something else I can do to pay you back!
Why, of course... Do what adults do: get a job!
[gasps]
So to sum up your skills: you're an expert at Ninja Gnomes,
you can recite the alphabet backwards and you can...
- lick your elbows? - Mm-hmm.
[machine whirring]
[dinging]
[woman] Mr. Likowski! We don't make photocopies of our face.
It's simply not proper adult workplace behavior!
I've had it! Being an adult is no fun!
I owe money, fine. I have to work, OK.
But if I can't even copy my own face I...
I resign from adulthood! So there!
Ow! Uh-oh!
Your mustache is actually algus ventripodus succubus!
Often confused with its seaweed cousin used in sushi,
it is a natural parasite whose preferred host is the oyster,
to which it attaches itself and never lets go!
It then sucks all the energy out of its host,
causing the latter to age... and age... and age!
The harder the host struggles to remove it,
the more toxins it releases, accelerating the aging process!
I know!
No! If you cut it, it makes matters even worse!
[grunting] Ouch!
Careful, Pops! Uh, I mean Boyster!
I can cross the street by myself!
[mellow music]
[grunts]
[siren blares]
What are you doing in the middle of the road, old man?
Probably broke your hip bone.
Come on, back to the nursing home!
Huh... wait... no... but... he...
Hello. We've come to take Mr. Likowski home.
Mr. Likowski leaving?
With a broken hip bone? Impossible!
But he doesn't have any bones...
No flowers! Our patients have allergies.
Mr. Likowski's over there.
Boy, oh, boy... if only I had known how quickly it would pass,
I would have enjoyed my youth. I still remember my toys.
Voluto, the robot from outer space... Robot Robin Hood!
This is a nightmare! [Boyster sings]
I know, it's agony for the ears...
...not to mention the flowers.
♪ Robot Robin Hood ♪
[groaning]
[groans] His so-called singing is even attacking that innocent
piece of seaweed?! How many plants must suffer before...
[gasps]
- Boyster! Go on! - Sing!
Uh... Robot! [coughs]
He's too weak! We need to sing for him!
It won't work! It needs to be bad singing.
I have a wonderful tenor voice and you sing
surprisingly on key, nothing like that horrible robot!
Hum? [dinging]
We have to get him... back to Voluto!
OK, we'll be goin' then! [chuckles]
[coughing]
Hey! [alarm ringing]
[panting]
Uh-oh!
[both grunting]
[cheering]
[grunting]
It's locked!
Pearls... glass... break!
- Oh... - Give us back the old man!
[screams] [groans]
[glass shatters]
- [grunting] Bingo! - Oh, Voluto!
Robot Robin Hood!
♪ Robot Robin Hood ♪
[continues singing indistinct]
It worked! Woo-hoo!
[guys chuckling]
Look at the widdle babies playing with
their widdle baby toys. This is going viral! Ha!
So what?! I'd rather be a baby than an old man!
Robot Robin Hood! [laughing]
♪ Robot Robin Hood ♪
[bag pipes playing]
That was awesome!
I can't wait for this year's Best Friends Barbecue!
Oh, we are definitely taking home first prize
in Bag Piping While Log-Rolling!
- [both] Yeah! - Boyster... we need to talk to you.
What? I think we're sounding pretty good.
It's not that, son. Your bagpiping is top-notch.
It's just that, well, work has been pretty
slow for your mom down at the shop lately.
They're making cars too darn good these days.
They're just not breaking down the way they used to.
Are we out of money?
We were headed that way, but we just got some good news.
I've been offered a great new job in the city.
But the city's really far away.
Won't it take you hours to drive there every day?
It'll only take a few minutes, as it turns out.
- You mean...? - That's right son. We're...
...getting our own private jet! That is so cool!
Rafik! You won't believe this! We're getting a plane!
Oh, wow! [bag pipes playing]
No, Boyster. We're moving!
[dissonant sound] [splash]
[Boyster] I can't believe we're moving.
- Who wants to live in a big city? - Not me. It's so crowded.
Full of trendy restaurants and chic boutiques...
and a vibrant theater scene,
- and world class museums, and... - Shelby!
[pounding] [all] Huh?
They're already putting the house up for sale!
You could be out of here in days! This is scary.
[gasps] Scary. Hmm...
No one's gonna buy this place if they think it's haunted.
And if the plan fails, it wouldn't be the worst fate
to live in one of these luxury apartment buildings.
This one has a rooftop pool!
[vehicle approaching] They're coming.
Three bedroom, two bath, and I love these
hand-crafted patio bricks. Feel these bricks!
- Hmm? - Ooooh! Leave this place!,
It's cursed by the ancient order of lawn gnomes.
I... forgot to mention that the house comes equipped
with a high-tech gnome display.
The Richardsons will be so jealous.
Oh, they're not scared! Go bigger!
[yelling]
[crashing, honking]
People can't help themselves,
they crash at just the sight of this house.
It's what we call curb appeal.
Hmm, how much do they want for this place? We'll double it!
[both groan]
I'm really gonna miss this place.
I love this park... and the school... and the beach.
[dinging sound] The beach. That's our answer!
- Ahh! No,I don't get it. - You will.
Shelby, I need you to call mom and dad
and pretend you're a surfing coach.
Are we sure we want to give up on the city?
There's going to be a harpsichord festival in the park this Summer.
Maybe the surfing coach could be... Russian!
Ooh, and I'd get to do my accent!
[phone ringing]
- Hello. - [speaks Russian] Good day, dear.
Is this father-man of Boyster?
I am world famous surfing coach-man, Vladomir Hangtenovich.
Your boy, the Boyster, is surfing prodigy.
Really? Lola, Boyster's a surfing prodigy!
Yes, he must be staying in hometown and continue to ride gnarly waves.
For the sake of his future. He can make many rubles this way.
I had no idea.
Well, we certainly don't want to squander his talent.
Great job. Now say goodbye!
Wait. I'm on a roll.
No one can shoot the curl like little Boychik.
His surfing can cure disease. It will bring world peace.
It's something you have to see to believe.
Of course we want to see that!
Is he at the beach now? We'll be right down. [beeping]
"Something you have to see to believe?!"
- Shelby, I don't even have a surfboard! - Don't worry,
I will be your surfboard and together we are going to tame the ocean.
Maybe I should have checked the Weather Channel first!
I bought you an encyclopedia of surfing tricks,
- so you can look like a real pro. - Hmm...
[shuddering] Too rough!
[scoffs] That's just regular surfing.
It's not enough! We gotta step it up.
OK, Shelby, we're going for the "One-Handed Filthy McNasty."
Excellent suggestion. What's that?
I guess it's a Filthy McNasty but with one hand.
[both] Wow!
It's working! Let's really hook them now!
Yee-ha! Woo-hoo!
[groans]
[all screaming]
Ow! [grunting]
[yells]
[rumbling]
[all screaming]
Soooo, how'd you like my surfing? Pretty amazing, right?
- Son, we know you love surfing, but... - Prodigy or not,
I think it's best that we take you far, far away from this beach.
[groans]
[moans] I think I've injured my spine.
- You don't have a spine. - You're right! I'm fine!
I guess this is it. We're out of time and out of ideas.
Wow. You got some skills there.
[dinging] [both exclaim]
All right, b-ball fans, it's time to play Sink and Win!
The game where you get one half-court shot to win a big sack of money!
[crowd cheering]
OK, champ, this is it.
Sink this shot and my family's problems are over.
- My mom won't even need a job. - Yeah. No pressure or anything.
Don't worry. You're gonna get a little assist from me.
- Huh? - I'm gonna be up there.
You just get the ball in the air and I'll do the rest.
[crowd groans]
Well, looks like no one's taking home that sack of money.
Unless our last contestant can "sink and win"!
[grunts]
[straining]
[all exclaiming]
[crowd cheering]
Yeah! [chuckles]
[crash]
[feedback]
H-H-Hey... How's it going?
I guess that's gonna cost a big sack of money.
[groans]
I can't believe you! I sank the shot
and all you had to do was not destroy anything.
You sank the shot? You would've missed by a mile if it wasn't for me.
Oh, so now I'm a lousy basketball player, huh?
Just admit it, Boyster, you blew it,
just like you blew all our other chances!
Well, if you're gonna be that way about it,
- maybe it's better I do move away! - Good! At least there
we won't lose at the bag pipe competition, too!
And I hope you move in the other direction
- so you're even farther away from me! - Works for me! [both grunting]
[bag pipes playing]
[groans]
This is the Best Friends Barbecue. You look to be traveling solo.
I don't... I don't have a best friend.
Oh, OK, best friends to your logs.
The Bagpiping While Logrolling competition is about to begin.
On your mark. Get set. Go!
[bag pipes playing] [grunting]
[scoffs] Best friends. Who needs 'em?
[giggling]
[squeaking]
[panting] [Boyster] Need some help?
Nope. I'm good.
[Rafik] Wait. I'm sorry about what I said, Boyster.
- I-I guess I just lost my cool. - I'm sorry, too.
It's stupid for us to fight when we don't have much longer to hang out.
Good point. So you...
you gonna help me win this thing or what? [giggles]
[bag pipes play] [whistle blows]
And the competition is over! [indistinct chatter]
Who cares? I'm just glad you're back.
- Me too. - [both] Yeah!
[bag pipes playing]
I made a "must-eat" list of restaurants in the city.
I say we start with Corsage.
They make a wonderful veal cheek poached in a pig's bladder.
- Well, looks like this is it. - Mm-hmm.
Here, I made you this.
[electronic noises]
Excuse me boys, but I want to check the weather forecast for the city.
Breaking news. After a series of unforeseen disasters,
the local area is now suffering from a catastrophic labor shortage.
[both] Wow!
- I should have enough work for years! - So... we can stay?
[both] Hm?
- Woo-hoo! - Yes!
[Shelby] But what about Clark's Farm to Table,
they grow their heirloom tomatoes right on the roof!
Or Ashenafi's, "Swiss Ethiopian fusion
that'll keep your taste buds dancing for days."
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