All language subtitles for Gabby Duran s02e17 Extreme Ruckus.eng

Homework: chiggity�check.

Chores: chiggity�check.

Last babysitting assignment
of the week: chiggity�check.

Entire to�do list,
almost complete.

Now just one last
check�in with Swift,

and then it's sweet,
sweet, sweet

Gabby D personal
chill time.

Gabby! Thank goodness
you're here.

We have an emergency
on our hands.

What's going on?

Ziggy is coming! (gasps)

(gasps) Oh, no!

Wait, what?

(theme song playing)

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I do normal like a fish
rides a bicycle ♪

♪ Fit in like summer
and an icicle ♪

♪ Don't fight it,
just be an original ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ I roller skate
outside the lines ♪

♪ When I try to stay in,
it's no surprise ♪

♪ It's a fail, it's okay,
I'm one of a kind ♪

♪ One of a, one of a kind

♪ So anytime I feel
some type of way ♪

♪ Don't understand
the human race ♪

♪ So what, so what, so what

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ You do your thing,
You do your thing ♪

♪ When we don't fit in

♪ We stand out in the crowd
and we shout it loud ♪

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ I'm the one and only,
I'm the one and only ♪

♪ Don't try to fit in,
Don't try to fit in ♪

♪ Mm�hmm, I do my thing

(Swift grunts)
There we go. Airtight.

I don't get it. Who's Ziggy?

Jeremy's best friend
from Gor�Monia.

Now, Ziggy coming here
is the worst thing

that could possibly happen.

But isn't it good for Jeremy
to spend time with his friends?

Yeah, Principal, isn't it good
for us to spend time together?

Every time Jeremy
and Ziggy get together,

they cause what is known
on Gor�Monia as extreme ruckus.

Okay, so they're rowdy?

No, Gabby,
they're extremely rowdy.

I've had no less than eight
near�death experiences

in their presence already.

(scoffs) That has to be
an exaggeration.

Oh, no.

Ziggy and I get
into it, Gabby.

Real into it.

You feeling ready, old�timer?

He's been eating
steak dinners all day

just to have enough energy.

Please, Gabby, stay here
and help me weather the storm.

Yeah, no can do, Swifty,

this just happens to be
my "Gabby D Stay Fresh, Re�Fresh Weekend."

Woman:
Stay fresh.

You think it's easy being

this fly all the time?

It's not. I basically
run a marathon of dopeness

from when I wake up,
till when I go to sleep.

So once a year, I embark
on the ultimate 48 hours of self�care

in order to...
recharge my soul.

First, I nest up
in the most comfy chair

you can possibly imagine,

which I keep in the basement

for just this occasion.

In one hand, cereal in a cup,

because a bowl
can't get that perfect

milk�to�flake ratio, you know?

In the other hand,
my phone,

so I can spend the entire
48 hours non�stop scrolling,

looking at food,
shoes, food on shoes,

shoes on food,
all my favorite things.

And layered over all that
like a warm chocolate ganache,

a British baking show on TV,

slowly kneading
and brulee�ing my troubles away.

�Swift: Gabby!
�Gabby: Yes, sir, it's going to be quite��

Gabby! (sighs)
I beg you to reconsider.

You don't want my near�death
on your hands, do you?

I'd really like
to stay and help,

but absolutely nothing
is going to get in the way

of my "Gabby D Stay Fresh,
Re�Fresh Weekend."

(contented sigh)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Jeremy: Mm, so energizing.

�(zap)
�(Swift gasps)

What up, dud�butts?

Whoo! You miss me?

�Ziggy!
�(Swift groans) Ah.

Guess what?

This planet has so many
different types of fire.

Oh, yeah, it does!

(groans)

�Ziggy: What's up
with your butler? �It begins.

It was me against the beast.

I could hear it taunting me.

(imitates squeaking)

But defeat was not
an option.

So I dug deep.

I rolled up my sleeves and I
made darn sure that monster

never made another
peep ever again.

So you fixed
a squeaky chair?

No, I saved
a squeaky chair.

All in a day's work when
you're Senior Executive Liaison

to Intergalactic Affairs.

No offense, but...

it sounds like you just
do all the dirty work

that the aliens around town
don't want to do themselves.

What? No.

I'm the glue that holds
this whole operation together.

However, I currently
have a lot on my plate

so I'm looking for a little help

with all the various jobs
I have around town.

So what do you say?

You want to be
Junior Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs?

You get to handle a lot of alien
goo if that sweetens the deal.

And why would that
sweeten the deal?

I don't know, I...
took you for a goo�head.

Well, I have nothing
better to do, so...

�sure?
�Yes!

Oh, I hope you're prepared
for the most exciting day

of your life.

I'll get the paperwork ready.

Yay. (groans)

(classical music plays)

Mom's working all weekend,

Olivia's doing...
whatever she's doing.

Looks like it's time for
a little sit, snack, and scroll.

�(door bursts open)
�(snarling, growling)

(screams)

(both growling)

(both laughing)

You should see the look
on your dumb, scared face.

Ha! Classic.
You scream like an idiot.

(both laugh)

So, I take it you're Ziggy?

Yeah... Principal
kicked us out.

But don't worry, we're going
to stay with you now.

So, uh, what's up
with this Earth fire

I keep hearing
so much about, huh?

(both laugh)

What do you mean,
Swift kicked you out?

He could not handle the ruckus.

He crumbled faster
than a Vataxi'an cracker.

(both laugh)

It was funny how sad it was.

But also sad how funny it was.

(both laugh)

Well, I'm sorry,
but you can't stay here.

I sort of have plans.

�"Gabby D's Stay Fresh��"
�Woman: Stay Fresh.

We understand that.

But we also understand
Principal gave us

this note to give to you.

Swift:
"Dearest Gabby, I just can't do it.

"You have to.
Sincerely, your friend��

No, your boss,
Principal Principal Swift."

Oh, come on!

Don't worry. You won't
even know we're here.

(glass shatters)

Somebody put a bunch of glass
in your weird household.

Don't worry, I broke it.

(sighs)

So, as you can see,

we've had a bit
of ruckus in here.

Wesley: Hmm, uh�huh.

Ick! Not good.

Ooh, yeah. Big time.

Well, don't worry,
it's nothing we can't handle.

We?

Uh, hi?

(screams, gasps)

Well, how long have
you been there?

The whole time.

I'm Junior Executive Liaison
to Intergalactic Affairs.

Well, get bigger
so I can see you.

I'll leave you
to it then. Godspeed.

Wow, that is
some stubborn jelly.

Also, not sure
that's jelly.

Ew.

Gotta say, this really
feels like dirty work to me.

Are you sure you're
the glue that holds this operation together?

Absolutely.

Hey, do you think
you could grab me some

Pra'axian stain remover
from upstairs?

This maybe�jelly
is not messing around.

Yeah, sure thing.

(sighs)

(footsteps departing)

(sighs)

(sighs) Who am I kidding?

I'm not the glue.

I'm just the guy
that cleans up the glue

after whatever it is
the real glue guy does with it.

(ringing)

Hello?

Alien: Senior Executive
Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs?

Uh... yeah?

Salutations, Earthling.
We are the Deletion.

We traverse the galaxy
looking for planets to delete.

�Uh��
�Alien 3: No questions!

Interplanetary Treaty
Article 3TJ7.F.9 dictates

that every planet should
be given a chance to defend themselves.

�But��
�Alien 2: No questions!

As Senior Executive Liaison
to Intergalactic Affairs,

you speak for
all Earth's people.

You must explain
why your planet should not be deleted.

I��

You have two hours
to prepare your case!

(gasping)

Oh, okay. (gasping)

(whimpering, stammering)

You ate more of that
maybe�jelly, didn't you?

(groans)

(classical music plays)

(sighs) Okay, here we go.

Jeremy and Ziggy
are eating lunch.

Time to kick back and��

�Ham catch!
�Oh, hey!

Oh, oh! This is fun!

Ham�Ball is pretty much
the most popular Earth sport you're gonna find.

You know so much
about this planet.

I value you, bro.

(classical music plays)

Change of location,
but I can still do this.

Okay, here we go.
Stay Fresh. Refresh.

�(loud drumming)
�Stay fresh, refresh!

Stay fresh, refresh!
Hey, hey!

I thought I said
to go play outside!

Ziggy: Yeah!

�(classical music plays)
�Okay, this is still relaxing.

Right? Right.

(screams)

Both: Doorhunters!

(both laugh)

I work hard all year round,

and all I ask in return
is one weekend to myself,

just a little time to refresh
so I can stay fresh.

And no offense, you're tearing
my soul apart right now.

So, I'm begging you, please,
from the bottom of my heart,

just give me a little space.

We understand.

You do?

You hate friends
and friendship.

What?

What is it about
the laughter of children

that makes your skin crawl,

you bitter, old, alone woman?

Okay, that's harsh.

You've changed, Abby.

You've really changed.

You don't even know me.

No, Abby. You don't
even know yourself.

Don't worry.

We won't be
bothering you anymore.

What?

(sighs) What?

So they said you had
two hours to save the planet?

Yes, that is correct.

And they went to you

because you're Senior
Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs?

Also correct, yes.

You know, you don't
have to make stuff up

in order for people
to think you're important.

Mm.

But I'm not making it up.

Wesley, everyone
values you very much.

And it is because
you are so highly valued

that I need you
to unclog my toilet.

Right away, please.

Fine. I'll just have
to handle it myself.

Right after I unclog
that toilet.

Thank you.

(classical music plays)

(sighs) Can't believe
those two tried to make me

feel bad about my
"Gabby D Stay Fresh, Re�Fresh Weekend."

I deserve this.

(phone rings)

Nope. Not gonna answer that.

(phone stops ringing)

(sighs)

�I guess he��
�(phone rings)

Jeremy, what's up?

Jeremy:
You need to get here right now!

Okay, so what's the big��

So I kind of blew up.

Um, explain now.

Well, after you
screamed at us for 45 minutes

and told us
to leave your house��

�Not what happened.
�We had nowhere else to go.

So we came here to Blurt's.

How's it going?
Check it out.

We got sushi now. Huh?

�(flies buzzing)
�Hot and fresh.

Okay, can we get
to the exploding part, please?

Well, this Blorg over here
had some root beer on his shelf,

so I dared Jeremy to
chug the whole thing. (laughs)

Yeah.

You know root beer
makes you blow up.

Ziggy and I never
back down from a dare.

You owe me a hug.

Well, where's
the rest of him?

He has it.

Sorry. Store policy.

Anything that explodes
on the premises

becomes property of Blurt's.

You want to get
your friend back,

going to
cost a pretty penny.

85,000 dollars.

What? No, no, no.

You can't do that.
He's like royalty.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.
85 million dollars!

Mm.

Okay. Okay, you can do this.

You still have like...

two more minutes.

Okay, so why should those weird
alien guys not destroy Earth?

Oh, I can't do this! (sighs)

I'm a failure.

No.

No, you're Senior
Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs.

You're the glue.

Alien 2: Your time is up,
Senior Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs.

Alien 3:
Inform us why your planet should not be deleted!

You want to know why you
shouldn't destroy Earth?

I'll tell you why.

Majestic mountain tops,
shining seas dazzling in the sun.

Baby otters, baby crocodiles,
baby armadillos.

Burgers where both buns
are grilled cheese sandwiches.

And for 10 seasons they do this,

"will they, won't they?"
thing with Ross and Rachel.

But you know what? It works.

You ever done
a thousand�piece jigsaw puzzle?

That feeling when you click
in the last piece.

We've got a canyon so grand.

Oh. (laughs)

It's the thumb.

But what really makes
Earth special are the people.

The friends, the family.

And that's worth saving.

Thank you.

Alien 1: Request denied!
Activate the laser canons!

�(canons whirring)
�What?

Did you not hear
a word I just said?

�Planet deletion in five,
four, three, two�� �(chair squeaking)

�Wait, stop everything!
�(whirring stops)

My chair is squeaky.

(chair squeaking)

I cannot concentrate
until this nuisance is deleted.

I always carry a little
extra chair grease on me

just in case of emergency.

Let me just�� Yeah.

Now try it.

The squeak has been deleted!

You have saved my chair.

Congratulations,
Senior Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs.

You have proven
your people's worth.

Your planet will be spared.

Wait, for real?

�Just be��
�Alien: Be gone!

Whoa.

Come on, Blurt,
this is really starting

to cut into
my relaxation time, man.

I'm sorry, but this canister
of goo is property of the store

and there's absolutely nothing
that anyone could do

to convince me otherwise.
Nothing.

If you're not going
to buy anything,

I will politely ask you
to continue hanging out here

until you feel like
buying something.

Sorry, Gabby.

Guess we ruckus�ed
a little too hard.

Hey, do you mind?

I'm trying to enjoy
a little re�fresh weekend here.

Woman: Stay fresh.

(Blurt slurping straw)

You know what?
Don't be sorry.

You're kids and kids get nuts

and best friends get nuts.

It'd be sad if you didn't.

So you know what I think?

That you really messed this up
and this is all your fault.

No. Ziggy, Jeremy's head,

I think it's time
to bring the ruckus.

The what�kus?

(screams)

(screams)

Ah!

Both:
Doorhunters!

♪

(shouting) Gah, my pants!

These are 75% rayon!

Whoo! Are you ready
to bowl, baby?

Jeremy:
You know it! Whoo�hoo!

Whoo! Go!

�Go!
�Go!

�Go!
�(both screaming)

All right, all right,
all right! Fine!

Take it. Take anything you want,
just get the ruckus out of here.

♪

�(music stops)
�(laughs)

(sighs)

A pleasure doing
business with you.

So, after much thought,

I've decided that the life
of Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs

just isn't for me.

It's okay, kid.

This job,
it's serious business

and not everyone's
cut out for it.

Swift:
Wesley, the toilet!

Right away! Sorry, kid.

I've got a job to do.

Where is the
Senior Executive Liaison to Intergalactic Affairs?

You mean Wesley?

No questions!

He just saved your planet
from complete annihilation.

Also, he forgot
his chair grease.

♪

He is Earth's greatest hero!

Whoa.

I got to fill out
that paperwork.

Man, I am tired.

Being just a head and then
having that head smashed

into a bunch of stuff
really takes it out of you.

This feels nice, though.

Hey, sometimes all you need

is a little
Stay Fresh, Re�Fresh.

Woman:
Stay fresh.

And sorry again if me
and Ziggy ruined your weekend.

Don't sweat it.

I guess some people
are just born to ruckus.

Hey, where is Ziggy?

Uh, guys, I exploded.

Now you owe me a hug.

Oh, come on!

Swift:
Next time on "Gabby Duran & the Unsittables"...

�Sup, Swifty?
�Swift: Gabby, I have grave news.

Gabby:
Are those my sneakers in there?

No! (echoing) No!

Someone murdered my shoes.
I want to know who.

You don't think
it was one of us, do you?

(growls)

The plot thickens.

♪

Gorgeous.

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