All language subtitles for Woody woodpecker 2024-ENGCP

The first time
I saw you, I knew you had to be mine.

That strange man
held you so coldly in his hands.

I had no choice
but to sweep you away from him.

No one will ever love you
the way I do, Gladys.

What? I always name my pizzas.

Now, come to papa.

No!

Gladys!

You were far too young!

What up, party people?

Gah! What is that annoying sound?

It's your boy, "Defiler" Kyler,

rando commando of the Kyler-verse!

That's right,
you all voted on my next dare,

so here I am, here I am,
surviving in the middle of the woods…

with my party posse!

Surviving? Who's this chump fooling?

Me and the Kyler Krew
are so ready to rough it,

starting with my extreme bunker…

the yurt!

Once you peep this,

all eight million of you Kylerheads
will want to move in!

Eight million Kylerheads moving in?

Not on my watch.

Here's the dirt on the yurt.

Massage pod.

Boba tea bar.

Primo flat-screen TV
playing nature videos,

just to remind me where I am.

Gah! What is that annoying sound?

Whoa. Bro… what are you?

Your worst nightmare.

Taking a leak in the woods?

Rude!

I love making a splash.

No one desecrates my Playa Pool.

You're mine!

- Bowling is right up my alley.
- Uh-oh.

Where are you, little bro?

Come on, bigger bro.

Can't we just take a boba tea break?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Wahoo!

Yah!

Sweet signature kicks, bro.

But have you seen the new Woodies?

I know. I'm speechless too.

What do you say we wrap this up, bro?

This is gonna get so many likes. Whoa!

Bro was right. I like.

Guess who?

Woody, you know we all love you.

Back at ya! I'll be on my way then.

Mwah!

But these shenanigans have got to stop.

I take the fence to that!

Those chuckleheads got what they deserved.

We can't let loud and annoying creatures
who only care about themselves

ruin our forest, can we?

No, we cannot.

There is a proper way to handle
these kinds of situations, Woody.

By working together
with all the other animals who live here.

And then there's your way,

the by-yourself, crazy way.

And your way, as usual,

caused more damage
than those chuckleheads ever would have.

It won't happen again, Chief.

Oh, really?

Everything you do brings chaos
to this community.

Just look at your file.

That's just this week.

Impressive, right?

I can't keep coming up with excuses
for your behavior.

I can help with that.

The butler did it.
I was abducted by aliens.

I accidentally hypnotized myself.

I'm sorry, Woody,

but you're out.

All the animals signed a petition,
and none of them have thumbs.

You want me to leave the forest?

But this is my home.

This is our home. And that's the point.

You need to learn
what it means to be part of a team.

Until you prove you're a team player,

you're no longer welcome here.

Kicked out of my own home
because I do things my way?

Because I create chaos?

- Watch it, buddy!
- What a load of malarkey.

Where in the world am I supposed to learn
about teamwork anyway?

"Camp Woo Hoo.

Dedicated to teamwork."

Well, what do you know!
I'll be home in no time.

What is this place?
A tiny town run by children?

Huh. She looks important.

A whittler, eh?

I'm more of a pecker myself.
Check this out.

Not bad… whatever that is.

- What are you working on anyway?
- It's supposed to be a catapult.

Not crafty. Check.

But enough about you.

According to the sign,
this place sells teamwork, right?

That's a weird way of putting it,
but, yes, teamwork is a big part

of any STEAM camp.

Steam. You mean like…?

No, silly.

Science, technology,
engineering, art, and math.

STEAM.

This is just the arts and crafts area.
But everyone here has some special talent.

Well, almost everyone.

Well, I need something that says,
"I'm a team player"

so I could take my talents back home.

Is there some sort of form
you could sign for me? Hmm? Huh? Hmm?

We do get Team Badges at the end
of every summer if we do every activity.

"Do"?

"Do"?

That sounds like work,
and "work" is my least favorite word.

Good day to you.

That's okay. It's lunchtime anyway.

We got off on the wrong foot.
I'm Woody.

Maggie.

Fascinating.
So, where's this lunch you speak of?

Have I died and gone to woodpecker heaven?

Relax, it's not even pizza day.

A whole day of pizza?

Ahem!

Attention, citizens of Woo Hoo.

The buffet is now closed,

as I will be inhaling
the rest of this glorious food.

Not in here, you won't.

Maggie, you know
we don't allow animals in the dining hall.

Don't worry, lady.
The owner doesn't need to know.

I'm the owner.

Maybe lead with that next time.

The parks inspector is coming today.

The last thing I need is another fine.

Yeah, I know, Mom.

Grumpelstiltskin here is your mom?

You're doing the whisper thing wrong.

Sweetheart, instead of
hanging out with a woodpecker,

why don't you and your friends
start getting ready

for the Wilderness Games?

You never know,
maybe this year will be different.

Come on.

- Okay, I've given this a lot of thought.
- You've been here an hour.

This camp has free food,
lots of places to nap,

and did I mention free food?

So I've decided to give up my mission
to learn teamwork,

and make this my forever home.

Camp isn't forever, Woody.
It's just for the summer.

And the mission is back on.

Now, what was all that talk about games?

I love games.

The Wilderness Games.
And there's nothing to like.

It's a lame tradition where, every summer,
we get our butts kicked by the other camp.

What other camp?

Wait. Woody, you can't!
Those aren't our chairs!

Did you have a good trip, Maggie?

Yes! Gina with the sick burn.

Because she actually did trip.

And why was that a sick burn?

Just saying what happened
doesn't make it funny.

Meet the other camp, Camp Hoo Rah.

Hoo Rah!

Let me guess. He's the bad guy.

Are we forgetting who we are, Hoo Rah?

See, Hoo Rahs "Rah" as one,
so everyone knows who "Rah'd."

Hoo Rah!

And now they know.

Hmm.

I keep this.

What's going on here?

Well, if it isn't my favorite cuz.

- Seriously, Zane? A tripwire?
- Yes, Angie, seriously.

Maggie and her pet bird
were trespassing on our side.

Pet? Why, you…

It's not my fault
our forefathers divided this land.

Just following the rules.

But it doesn't mean
your side has to be jerks about it.

Jerks?

What Gina did here was courageous,

protecting our camp from intruders.

That's just one of the many life skills
we teach at Hoo Rah.

Here we go.

See, my camp prepares kids
to be the best of the best,

like a real camp is supposed to.

Hoo Rah!

That never gets old.

Well, we can yell together too!
Right, gang?

Oh. Uh, we're leaving? Oh, okay.

Huh.

Camp is officially in session.

Oh, no. The inspector's early.

Ooh! Is he a clown?

Will 20 of them come out
when the doors open?

Uh, hold on.

That is much better.

- That's much better?
- Shh!

As I was saying, Miss Angie,

how are things here at Camp Woo Hoo
since my last inspection?

Just trying to mold young minds, Wally.

No real mold, like last time, of course?

That would be another violation.

A little "infractions" humor.

Now, wait just a minute there, pal.

That was not humor.

This is humor.

My citations book!

It's just a stray bird.

I'll have it removed immediately.

Clearly, "stray" means handsome.

I like you, Miss Angie,

but as we say in the business,
your camp is falling apart.

I don't want you to lose your license,

so I'm here to make sure you have a chance
to fix everything up to code.

Remember, without rules,
we're just animals.

I'll grab a quick spritz
at the water fountain.

Woody, you can't mess with the inspector.

He can make things really bad
for my mom and our camp.

Fine. I'll go easy on the walrus.

But not that Zane guy.
He's gonna get a little…

Hyah! Hoo! Wahoo!

There's nothing you can do about him.

This fight has been going on
for generations.

Woo Hoo and Hoo Rah may be divided,
but we share one very important relative.

Meet Grandpappy Obadiah Mallard.

He's so… wooden.

He was a prospector. Came here
during the gold rush to find his fortune.

Gold? I love gold.

So did Obadiah.
And legend has it that he struck it rich.

So he bought some land
and named it Camp Obadiah.

A place where his whole family
could live and prosper.

But by the time
his two sons came out to join him,

he had died, and the rest of the gold
was nowhere to be found.

Too bad this flashback wasn't in color.

- This story could really pop.
- Oh, it popped.

Because his sons disagreed on everything.

What about stupid beards?
They both liked stupid beards, right?

They argued about
how to use the land.

One was a soldier,
the other was an artist.

So they split the map
into two different camps, literally.

Woo Hoo and Hoo Rah
have been rivals ever since.

That's why they started
the Wilderness Games.

But that just made things worse,

because the Hoo Rahs always won.

And they still do.

We only still play the Games because
my mom thinks trying builds character.

Character-shmaracter.

Give me five minutes alone
with the Hoo Rahs

and they'll change their tune.

Put 'em up! Put 'em up!

What happened to you
needing to learn teamwork?

And that's a replica flare gun.
It was only for emergencies.

If you're in trouble,
that would send a signal to your team.

Boring!

- And what was this old thing used for?
- Woody, that's...

…real.

Incoming!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Look out!

What happened?

Dry powder propulsion is what happened.

Awesome!

- You guys okay?
- No. I was about to beat my record.

Any blood? Open wounds?

I don't know.
Let me ask one of these other birds.

That's a fully matured,
red-crested pileated woodpecker.

So majestic.

Oh, that's the stuff. Oh, yeah.

Oh, right. Uh…

- This is J.J.
- Gamer Goddess.

She designs video games,

like the one you just wrecked.

Gus is a DIY mech mastermind.

I'm all about going fast
and blowing stuff up.

Orson's a human computer.

Everything is math.

Rose is a writer,

but no one's brave enough
to read what she writes.

That's what I was going for.

Can we rewind to the part
about going fast and blowing stuff up?

And I'm Mikey, the resident nature expert.

- Especially ornithology.
- Gross!

- It's the study of birds.
- As well it should be.

Everyone, this is Woody.

This is so cool, Maggie.
I can't believe your mom let you keep him.

What is that hole in the wall?

Another infraction is what it is.

That's because she didn't.

Hey, Shelby, did you get my text
about that chicken melt?

Because I want a chicken melt.

Who are you?

I'm your new cook.

I already have a cook.

Not anymore.

Well, that's weird. Should I be concerned
that my old cook is missing?

Would you consider winning an all-expense
paid trip to Palm Springs "missing"?

What? No. That's like a game show prize.

Then that's what he won.

Sorry, I'm just a temp from the place.

I-I thought someone called.

Well, I would know if they did.

Zane Mallard,

head of Camp Hoo Rah.

Buzz Buzzard, jack of all trades,
entrepreneur and, uh,

lucky for you,

someone who may or may not need
a place to lay low for the summer.

Hmm. All right, Buzz,
well, let's see what you got.

My fast ended,
like, 40 minutes ago,

and I gotta eat,
or I'm gonna miss my window.

Mm. Mm.

Mm!

Is this keto? Don't tell me.

Wow. Look at all that cheddar.

- Mm-hmm.
- So many Wilderness Games victories.

And all against Woo Hoo.

I can see your camp prepares kids
to be the best of the best,

like a real camp is supposed to.

That's exactly what I always say.

But I gotta ask, how can you be the best
when you're splitting land with the rest?

What do you mean?

- Seems to me that Amy's camp...
- Angie.

…Angie's camp is holding Hoo Rah back
from being all it can be.

Imagine if, hypothetically,
of course, Abby...

Angie.

…Angie had to, uh, I don't know,
shut her camp down.

You could buy her land,
make Hoo Rah twice as big,

which means twice as successful.

I don't mean to pry. I…

I'm just an ideas guy.

Never apologize, Buzz.
It's a sign of weakness.

But you might be onto something.

I mean, Angie can barely
keep Woo Hoo going as is.

Me taking it off her hands
would be doing her a favor.

But she does love that place.

Something crazy would have to happen
for her to shut it down.

Well, solid chat, Buzz, but I gotta run.

I got a Wilderness Games
strategy sesh at 0700.

Gotta make sure my plan is perfect.

That makes two of us.

Do you really need to give us
all these new citations, Wally?

These repairs will take time and money.

What do you want me to do?

Not focus on every little thing
that could be an infraction?

Yes. I would love that.

I take my inspector oath very seriously.

Oh, jeebin' fleeber!

I just got a carwash!

You keep that woodpecker under control!

Yumpin' yimini! Inside too?

It's me. I'm in with Hoo Rah.

We've been over this.

We need both sides of the land
all to ourselves

so we can dig for the loot
without interference.

We start by getting them Woo Hoos
out of the picture.

It'll be easier than throwing kittens.

Then we deal with Zane.

Am I sure the legend of Obadiah is real

and his gold is buried
under one of these two camps?

If you can't trust your prison cellmate
when he gives you a stolen map,

then who can you trust?

Relax. This is foolproof.

Yes, more foolproof than last time!

Now, where could that gold be?

- Buzz?
- Hmm?

Buddy?
Can you come out here a second, please?

Why is this guy saying
he's got a delivery for you?

Uh, I forgot to mention.

I took the liberty of
ordering some new food items for Hoo Rah.

Y-you know, uh, even healthier stuff.

- That doesn't sound right.
- I think it does.

So, like a fresh food delivery program.

That's good initiative, Buzz.

As boss, I approve. Here.

"B-O-S…

…S."

There you go.

You okay?

What…

What's happening?

You know, sometimes people give tips
to guys that do magic tricks for them.

You must love it when that happens.

Yep.

Buzz, I can't wait to see
what you make with all this.

Me neither.

Hey, Maggie… you should hang out
in the rec room with us more often.

- I thought you were asleep.
- If I was, my eyes would be wide open.

It's a defense mechanism
so I don't get buried alive.

Where is that woodpecker?
I know he's in here.

Sheesh! Can't a bird get ready for bed
in peace and quiet?

♪ Ya-da-da-da-da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Ya-bup-bup-bup, bud-up-ba ♪

Peace and quiet?

All you've done since you got here
is cause chaos.

Is that my toothbrush?

Please, Mom,
we can't throw Woody out into the cold.

It's summer.

And it might be our last summer,
thanks to Woody.

That dingus! Wait, what?

Wally's given me 24 hours
to fix everything,

including our newly demolished rec room,

before his final inspection.

Look, Angie, your camp is my ticket
to not becoming a woodless woodpecker.

I just need one of them Team Badges
and I could be on my way.

What do you say?

- You want a Team Badge?
- We covered that.

Okay.

You're gonna have to earn it.
And that goes for all of you.

Or did you forget what Woo Hoo is about?

Woody can peck anything.
He can help with the repairs. We all can.

Thanks, Maggie.

That bird is not going near
any of my buildings ever again.

Whoo!

I have a better idea,
one that will keep him out of trouble.

Starting tomorrow, all of you are going
to be training for the Wilderness Games.

And Woody can help.

I know why you guys were in the rec room
and not on the field.

You're tired of getting pushed around
by the Hoo Rahs

and you don't think you stand a chance.

But you can't hide from the bullies
of this world your whole life.

If you work together…

…you never know what can happen.

You might find something inside you
you never knew you had.

If it gets me a badge, we'll do it.

How hard can this "training" thing be?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Has anyone in this camp ever moved before?

I tried.

I'm gonna stick to virtual games.
They're much safer.

You can't quit.

Promises were made. Badges were dangled.

And we're gonna train
like nobody's watching.

Because we'd be embarrassed
if someone was watching.

"But Amy loves that place.

Something crazy would have to happen
for her to shut it down."

Well, Zane, I got boxes full of crazy.

Imported Brazilian fire ants.

Banned in every country.

Except Brazil.

Great for causing damage to wooden cabins

and giving kids the heebie-jeebies.

All right. I figured it out.

The key to an obstacle course
is clearly to get rid of the obstacles

before you even get to the obstacles.

Huh?

Adios, cabins.

Adios, Woo Hoo.

Obstacle.

Only 40 more obstacles to remove.

Who's with me?

Nope. Can't do it.
You all know I'm afraid of heights.

A bird lover that's afraid of heights?

Now I know why this camp
never rises to the top.

Never mind. Come back to me.
I'll think of something funnier.

This weapons-grade neodymium magnet,

outlawed for its extreme energy levels,

should tear the metal foundation
right out from under Woo Hoo's mess hall.

Let's see how long
Woo Hoo can stick around

without a place to eat.

All right, Mikey,
I'm gonna help you get over that wall.

You just need a little push in the tush.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Well, you're over it now, ain't ya?

It's that laugh again.

Is that a woodpecker?

- You okay?
- I got you.

- You okay, man?
- Are you okay?

Now, this is how you train
for a lake race.

Anyone got an earthworm?

Tell us again why we have six people
in a three-person canoe?

Just because you're good at math,
Orson, doesn't mean I am.

And why are we not doing this
in the actual water?

Safety first, Gus.

We have six people
in a three-person canoe.

Now, row quieter!

I don't want to scare the fish away.

Now I just connect this end
of my black-market raw-sewage vat,

and this power blower does the rest.

Try staying afloat
with a stinky lake, Woo Hoo.

A boot?

Looks like I gotta cast my line
even further, eh?

I got something!

And, boy, is she a big one!

Gross!

Goodbye, second lunch.

I hardly ate ye.

That infernal woodpecker again!

Never mind.

That is one ugly fish!

-And what exactly is this?
- It's our fortress, Woody.

Capture the Flag is the only event
we Woo Hooers actually like.

My mom can't afford
the amenities Hoo Rah has,

so we have to get creative.

We never capture Hoo Rah's flag,
but we always have fun protecting ours.

I use precise calculations

to turn ordinary camp materials
into viable barriers.

I Minecraft the barriers into a maze

that will confuse the Hoo Rahs
as to where our flag is.

First rule of game design.

Create a world rich with depth,
where things aren't always as they seem.

I…

…provide the ambience.

A femur here, a tibia there…

I created lookout nests
to hide up in the trees…

that I let other people install.

And finally,
in case any Hoo Rahs get past all that,

I've rigged a few surprises for them.

Nothing dangerous, of course,
but it will scare the pants off of them.

Kaboom!

Gus, you had me at "kaboom."

You guys aren't as hopeless as you seem.

And what do you do here, Maggie?

Me?

I just help out wherever I can.

Good as new.

Stop yelling!

It's hard to do damage to their camp
when all the damage is happening to me!

They've got some crazy woodpecker,
and he's an accident machine.

Disaster follows him everywhere.

W-well, sure,
I could use a harness for my arm.

I think it's broke.

Harness the woodpecker's craziness
and use it against him,

so he causes all the damage?

Interesting idea…
that I was just about to suggest.

All done here, man.

Your super-aggro boss
already signed for these.

But…

Hmm?

Your mother must be proud.

Thanks for being
a Little Gem Loyalty Rewards Member.

I'll check out these new weapons
soon enough.

But right now,
that bird's the only weapon I need.

Well, that was exhausting.

Which one of you
is gonna carry me to dinner?

Psst! Hey, bub.

I got something to show ya.

Hmm. Something don't feel right.

I'll meet you at the buffet.

Don't touch any food till I get there.

Woody…

I just need to use the little bird's room.

And when you gotta go,
you gotta go, you know?

Hmm.

Oh, about time you showed up.

Do I know you?

I got one of them faces, that's all.

I'm here to fix this room,
and I could use a hand.

Sorry, pal.

"Work" is my least favorite wor…

Wait a second.

This room is already fixed.

You sure about that, bub?

You sure this rec room
ain't a wrecked room?

Hey! What kind of repairman are you?

The kind that knows
when something is unstable.

Why, you…

Aha!

You're that pesky buzzard
I saw lurking by the lake.

Call me Buzz.

"Buzz the Buzzard"?

And people think my name is lazy.

Next event, the pole vault!

Hi-yah!

- Oopsie! Another mess.
- Want some more, eh?

It's hammer time!

Oh, no!

Next thing, you'll be jumping
on that fully-charged buzz saw

I left sitting over there.

"Buzz" saw?

You need better material.

Hey, don't get crazy now, fella.

I'll show you crazy!

Ooh! He's gaining!

Gotcha!

Don't gotcha.

Get back here, Buzzy boy.

I'm just getting started.

No, Woody. You're finished.

There is no ticket big enough

to capture the horror
I am witnessing with my two tusks.

- Woody?
- I was framed.

Does this look like something I would do?

- Yep.
- Mm-hmm.

Wally, please, I just need more time.

I am sorry, Miss Angie,
but your time is up.

I have no choice
but to shut this camp down.

Excuse me. Please move.

Coming through.

We had a deal.

This is a travesty!
A farce! A third thing!

Will you shoo?

Obadiah gave us this land, Wally.

This camp is his legacy.

This camp is a disgrace to see!

Obadiah gave Hoo Rah its land too,

and they've never gotten
one single infraction.

Jeez. Angie, we heard the commotion.

What happened?

That buzzard is what happened.

He's the reason
Wally is shutting Woo Hoo down.

My boy, you hurt me deeply
with those incinerations.

Buzz happens to be my new cook.

There's no way
he had anything to do with this.

Now, instead of pointing fingers
at my staff, maybe it's time to admit

that Woo Hoo just isn't good enough
to even be a camp.

My campers are good enough
to be whatever they want, Zane.

If anyone's let them down, it's me.

Then it's official.

Camp Woo Hoo is now shut dow...

Not so fast.

Uh, Woody?

All you did was say, "Not so fast."

Oh. Right.

Not so fast.

We'll just have to win
the whole darn thing.

What whole darn, what thing?

The Wilderness Games.

The legendary games of our forefathers,

where Dennis stood up to Goliath.

Dennis?

Where underdogs became overdogs.

Where the fate of the entire galaxy
hung in the balance.

This historic contest is
the ultimate measure of camp-osity.

So, let it be the great decider.

Woody's right.

If Hoo Rah is the best of the best,
and we beat the best of the best,

wouldn't that prove
we're good enough to be a camp?

That we deserve to stay?

The little lady has a point.

But to ensure no improprieties,

there needs to be
a completely impartial yudge.

A handsome yudge.

A wise yudge.

A yudge with a super-rad mustache.

Uh…

- You. I'm talking about you.
- Oh!

Okay, this is ridiculous.
Are you sure you want to do this, Angie?

We both know your camp will get crushed.

Then you should have no trouble
saying yes.

Oh, I want nothing more than to say yes.

Yes.

Then that settles it.

The Wilderness Games
will go on as planned.

Woo Hoo's last stand.

This is going to be great.

Right, guys?

Guys?

What happened in there?

It's those sloppy joes you keep making.

I'm beginning to think
they're not keto or paleo.

- I mean at the lodge.
- Hmm?

Woo Hoo was as good as done for.

Well, they challenged us, Buzz.

And Hoo Rahs never back down
from a challenge.

Hey, relax.

One final Woo Hoo butt-kicking

and no one will question
our superiority again, all right?

Why the long faces?
We don't have to close camp.

For a couple more days.
We're just delaying the inevitable.

We get humiliated
with nothing on the line,

so how will it go
when we're playing for all the marbles?

A very gory ending to our story.

This is just about keeping Woo Hoo around

so you can get
your stupid Team Badge, isn't it?

Let me answer that, Gus.

Yes.

At least, that's what it was about.

But now there's something
far more noble at stake.

Sweet revenge.

Those bullies are going down!

Unlikely.

Statistically, we have
a one in 1.9 million shot at winning.

It's still a shot.

If this is the only way to save Woo Hoo,

for my mom, for all of us,

then I'm in.

But we need to focus on
how we're gonna pull this off.

You leave that to me.

- ♪ Frozen in silence ♪
- Whoa!

- ♪ Facing it alone ♪
- Aha!

- Hyah!
- ♪ Gotta keep my cool ♪

♪ Make 'em think I'm made of stone ♪

♪ Get ready to break the ice ♪

♪ Feels like time is standing still ♪

♪ Aiming right for your heart ♪

♪ Ready to take another spill ♪

♪ Getting ready to break the ice ♪

♪ Ice, ice, ice ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

Did it work? Are we ready?

You just ran around for five minutes
playing air guitar.

You're welcome.

The Games start tomorrow.

We should probably get some sleep.

Was it the song I chose?
Does anyone have a key to the kitchen?

We're all gonna die.

Hello, Camp Woo Hoo
and Camp Hoo Rah.

Welcome to the 117th Wilderness Games!

That's for wearing short shorts.

Each event will be worth one point,

with the final event, Capture the Flag,
being worth two points.

There's the scoreboard,

and the team with the most points wins!

We know how a scoreboard works.

I know I do. May the best camp win.

Hoo Rah!

Okey dokey.

Let the Games begin!

Try not to sink.

You're going the wrong way!

- Where are we?
- Turn!

- Backwards!
- Backwards!

You got it!

♪ When the feeling hits me ♪

♪ It's like electricity… ♪

♪ Let's make it happen, make it happen… ♪

- Whoo!
- Let's go, Hoo Rah!

Let's go, Gina!

Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

This was over before it started.

Ah, yeah!

And it's even more over
now that it's ended.

Point, Hoo Rah!

Uh…

♪ Let's make it happen
Make it happen, we do… ♪

Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!
Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

Let's go!

- Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah! Good hustle!
- Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

- Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!
- Good job!

- Yay!
- Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

Another point for Hoo Rah!

This might hurt a little.

Yeah.

♪ Ooh, I love this… ♪

Yep, you guessed it.
Point, Hoo Rah.

The Woo Hoos are getting creamed.

The plan is going exactly to…

plan.

Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!

One minute, 55 seconds!

That is an unbeatable time,
and that is an actual ninja.

At this rate, the only win we'll get

is for coming up
with different ways to say zero!

"Zilch, diddly-squat, goose egg, bupkis."

Face it, Woody.
We're not good at this stuff.

I'm just a gamer, remember?

Well, this ain't a video game, sister.

Give me those goggles.

Maybe there's a virtual forest
I can move into.

Stupid obstacle course with all its…

obstacles.

Wait.

- Maybe Woody's trying to make a point.
- I most certainly am!

J.J.,

what if you thought of this course
as a video game?

Nobody beats the Gamer Goddess
at those, right?

Yo, Camp Boo Hoo.
Let's get this party started.

Oh, snap! Because "Boo Hoo"
rhymes with "Woo Hoo."

Are you ready, Woo Hoo?

Ready, Player One.

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, whoo! ♪

♪ Kill the lights
Feel the moment, this is it ♪

♪ Everybody's eyes on me ♪

♪ I always knew
That I was meant for this ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh ♪

♪ I'll remember every word they say ♪

♪ It's only pouring gas on the flames ♪

♪ They say I'll never leave a legacy ♪

♪ But one day
You're gonna see the best of me ♪

♪ Make no mistake ♪

♪ Whatever it takes… ♪

J.J.!

Whoo! You got it! Keep going!

- You got it!
- Come on, J.J.!

♪ I'm gonna be iconic ♪

One minute, 52 seconds?

Point, Woo Hoo!

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪

Did we just lose an event?

Did we just win an event?

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

♪ I'm gonna be iconic ♪

That was insane! Did you see their faces?

It defied all projections.

Well, it was a pretty rad strategy.

You mean, the idea that I had
that Maggie said.

You did great, Woody.

Not to sound corny, but our pistons
are just getting revved up.

If you want to get corny, allow me.

Hey! Watch it!

Well, that was off-pudding.

I know. Oh, my gosh.

I am not pudding up with that.

- Yep, her joke's better.
- Food fight!

Now we're talking!

My guts!

Ahem!

This calls for a picture.

Say cheese.

For Camp Hoo Rah,
a new Ride the Boar record!

Woo Hoo will now have
a chance to beat it.

Ride the boar! Ride the boar!

Ride the boar!

- Ride the boar!
- I don't want to ride the boar.

Don't you worry, Orson.

As the brains behind this operation,

I will once again give sage advice
to lead us to victory.

Think of this as a video game.

- A Ride the Boar video game?
- I suck at video games.

Doesn't seem like the angle
we should take on this one.

Well, back to the ole drawing board.

Well, if anyone knows
what angle to take, it's you.

Please expound upon that.

Everything is math. Right?

Ride the boar!
Ride the boar! Ride the boar!

What's taking you so long, kid?
Get up on that boar!

What?

You can do it, Orson.
Come on, you can do it!

Come on, Orson.

Please end this.

Point, Woo Hoo!

What?

Whoo!

We got ourselves a problem, bub.

Them Woo Hoos have won two in a row.

I know the Hoo Rahs are stronger.

But them Woo Hoos are using their smarts

to find ways to win.

He's wrapping his potato in a diaper.

He really is a mech mastermind!

It's called wadding.

It creates a better barrel seal
for higher projectile velocity.

If this keeps up,

I might have to start doing
some interfering.

- Point, Woo Hoo!
- Kaboom!

Okay,
it's time to start interfering.

At least your nerd friends
have geek skills.

You're only here
because your mommy owns the camp.

Gus! Gus! Gus!

Greasy does it, Woo Hoo.

Try getting a grip
when your top rungs are covered in oil.

That's way too much wall.

Not for me.

That glorious chunk of wood
is a woodpecker's dream.

I would peck every hole
and open knot in that thing.

Hey, nobody knows birds
more than you do. Right, Mikey?

No one.

So, be a bird.

Be a bird.

Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk!

- Look at that. Such grace.
- Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk! Whoa!

Whoa!

Point, Hoo Rah!

Pretty slick, if I may say so myself.

Bad pun. I deserve that.

I blew it, you guys.

I'm sorry.

You didn't blow it.

You overcame your fear of heights,
and I'd say that's a win.

Really?

Yeah, dude.

Even though
we'll never be able to unsee this.

Squawk! Squawk!

And now, to turn up the heat
on them Woo Hoos.

And eat!

Forfeit! Hoo Rah wins!

Ain't that ironic. It worked anyway!

- Woody!
- What?

You can't expect me to stay away from pie.

I'll, uh, catch up with you guys.

Still… worth it.

Okay, guys, it's the second-to-last event.

We kind of need a W here.

No problem. We got a ringer.

A ghost-story-telling slam dunk.

Scary Rose.

No.

She's even trying to scare us
by saying no.

Classic Scary Rose.

I'm afraid, okay?

You, afraid? That doesn't make sense.

I'm afraid of being the way I am
in front of people I don't know.

- What if it was just us out there?
- I would haunt your souls.

Then imagine everyone else has our faces

as masks.

I know, mine's ridiculous.

"The following story is true.

It happened to me
when I was just a little girl,

but I was always too terrified
to share it.

Until now."

"And when I finally woke up,

my dog was gone.

All that was left was his collar
on my night stand,

with a note that simply read,

'Humans can eat dog treats too.'"

W-w-what do you say
we just call this event for Woo Hoo?

Give it up for Scary Rose and her dog.

I never had a dog.

And we're still down by one point.

- But Capture the Flag is worth two.
- We actually have a chance to win.

A pretty decent chance.

With our mega-fortress?
Better believe we do.

Did you raid the candy stash?

Because you better save room for pizza!

Yeah! Pizza!

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

How I've missed you, Gladys.

Let's huddle.

One, two, three,

Woo Hoo!

Okay, listen up. Listen up.

I want you to know, you guys,
I'm incredibly proud of all of you.

And whatever happens tomorrow,
we'll always be Woo Hoo.

Yeah! Woo Hoo!

All right, it's pizza time.

- Tell me you got pepperoni.
- Veggie or plain?

- Just cheese for me.
- Orson, pass me a slice.

And whatever happens tomorrow,
I think you should get your badge.

Really?

That means I can go home?

- What's wrong?
- Oh. Um…

This is just my hungry face.

Are you sure?
Looks like something's eating you up.

Not eating is eating me up. Uh…

I'm gonna go grab another pie.

Okay. Well, don't eat it all.
The team might still be hungry.

I thought I was part of the team,
but apparently not!

Oh, honey, let him go.

Sometimes woodpeckers…

gotta peck.

Oh. Buzz.

You're in my cabin, again. Why?

Woo Hoo is one win away
from keeping their camp!

Yeah. You're telling me?
Who saw that coming? Not this guy.

Zane! You're losing sight of
the big picture.

This could be Hoo Rah's last chance
to take that next step we talked about.

Do I look concerned?

I don't, do I?

I shouldn't, because showing concern
is another sign of weakness.

Buzz, Capture the Flag
is a war games simulation,

which is literally
all we do here at Hoo Rah.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a night-light to turn on.

That girl's story made me think things.

Come here, Colonel Teddy.

Well, I ain't taking any chances.

I don't get it.

Maggie said, whatever happens tomorrow,
maybe I'll get to go home.

So why don't I feel like celebrating?

Is it because, if we lose,
Maggie and the others will lose Woo Hoo?

No, that can't be it.

That has nothing to do with my mission.

Or does it?

What are these strange lumps
in my stomach?

Feelings?

Nah, you're right.

Definitely just hunger. Good talk.

It's nice to meet someone
who really listens.

No-good buzzard.

I'm gonna nab a snack from his kitchen.

All right.

Just need to find
where they hide the peanut butter.

Tomorrow morning,
Camp Woo Hoo will become Camp Buh-Bye.

I'll finally get that moron Zane
to buy Woo Hoo's land from Annie.

Yes, Angie!

Then I'll blackmail him
into giving us both camps.

Of course it'll work!

That dolt's been signing for
all my deliveries.

Deliveries of things
a guy could go to jail for signing…

…for.

It'll be easier than destroying
Woo Hoo's stupid fortress.

Just be ready for my signal.

That gold is as good as ours.

Phew!

Huh? Who's there?

Nobody but us clumsy old pots.

Well, keep it down out there.

Hey, wait a second! Pots don't talk!

Guess who?

Ow!

I'm lethal with a spatula.

I wasn't named "top cook"
in prison for nothing.

- But now I got me a higher purpose.
- You want to run a summer camp?

No, you pinhead!

I want the millions in gold
buried somewhere in this awful place.

And the last thing I need is
a loudmouthed woodpecker spoiling my plan.

So why don't you chill out?

"Chill out!" Oh, man!
These just pop off the top of my head.

You'll be the coolest kid in camp, Woody.

Another one! Nailed it!

You know those weren't funny!

Don't lie to yourself!

I gotta warn Maggie, and Angie, and Zane!

Maybe not Zane.

But first, I gotta keep
from becoming a bird-sicle.

Fun fact.

A woodpecker's tongue
contains bone and cartilage

that wraps around its brain
to absorb shock while pecking.

That didn't absorb anything.

Here we are. Capture the Flag.

The final event of these
unexpectedly exciting Wilderness Games.

- Where's Woody?
- So many memories.

- I don't know. He got upset.
- So much anticipation.

I didn't want him to eat all the pizza
last night, or something…

Doesn't feel right without him with us.

I know. But we'll be all right.

We'll just have to do this without him.

After the ceremonial Placing of the Flags,

both teams will try to capture
the other team's flag.

We know how to play, all right?

All right. Thank you.

Oh.

These must have shrunk in the dryer.

I have officially placed the Hoo Rah flag
on its designated home base.

We will do the same at Woo Hoo's base.

Then let the flag-capturing begin.

I can't wait for the look on their faces
when they see…

Our fortress!

Oh, my gosh.

Someone killed it.

Zane, how could you?

Look, I'll admit, I'm not exactly sad that
this happened, but this wasn't me, cuz.

Honest.

Miss Angie, I'm sorry.

Do you want to take a few minutes
to decide what you want to do?

I love the smell of forfeit
in the morning.

Hello?

Delivery.

Anybody here?

Intense boss guy that doesn't tip?

Buzzard dude?

Huh. That's new.

Whoa!

Are you okay?

I've b-b-been b-b-better.

Yeah…

You know what?

I feel like I'm getting involved
with something that isn't my business.

You opened the what?

The freezer! I said, the freezer!

Remember, you're an artist.

This is just for the summer
so you can pay for magic school.

That feels nice.

But why do I smell burnt tush?

Tush! Ooh!

Almost fricassee'd myself!

Now, to find Maggie and Angie.

Oh, no, you don't!

Oh, yes, I do!

I'm telling everyone about your dastardly,
double-crossing ways!

If there's one thing I hate…

…it's a tattletale!

Smells like you also hate deodorant,

and toothpaste…

and not farting.

- Huh?
- Peekaboo!

Over here! You're not very good
at this game, are you?

Shh!

So, our projected win rate
just went down to…

zero?

Final nail in our coffin.

For a second there,
I thought we might pull this off.

Me too.

We brought everything we had.

I didn't.

I didn't bring anything to these Games.

Just like I don't bring anything
to Woo Hoo.

You all have these extraordinary talents,

and we got those victories
because of them.

But I don't.

If I did, maybe I could have helped us
win more events

and we wouldn't even be in this position.

Hey, where are you going?

Who cares? I wouldn't even be a part of
this team if you weren't the owner.

Where did you hear that?

It doesn't matter. They don't need me.

Maggie, you're the whole reason
this is a team.

You got J.J.
to think outside her video box,

and Mikey to break down his walls.

You got Rose to face her fears.

You got Gus to pound on his chest.

And I've never heard Orson talk this much.

Yeah.

Sorry. We were all listening.

Maggie, you make us better.

Sure, we each have certain skills,
but you figured out how to use them.

And you're the one who inspired us
to believe that we could.

Yeah. We'd be dead without you.

You're…

our leader.

- I am?
- Yeah.

And if bringing these weirdos together

isn't an extraordinary talent,
I don't know what is.

Can we all agree
that I said "weirdos" with love

and should not be canceled?

Game on.

Okey dokey.

Hoo Rahs will go back to their fortress.

I will then blow my whistle
to signify the start.

So, what do we do now, Captain?

We can't rebuild,
and our flag's just sitting there.

Exactly,

which means they're going to be cocky
and storm our side right away,

without even thinking about defense.

Here's the plan.

Three! Two! One!

Begin!

Mikey will distract
the first Hoo Rahs with exotic bird calls,

so they'll be looking up.

Rose will be lying down,
covered in leaves and moss,

like she's dead.

Bam!

Those campers, tagged out.

Gus will set a trap for the next wave,

using string
from Rose's ruined decorations.

Like a tripwire. Something
the Hoo Rahs are quite familiar with.

Another bunch down.

Meanwhile, J.J. and Orson
will bait even more Hoo Rahs

with a very calculated trick.

They'll think it's just our lame attempt
at a border wall, and the coast is clear.

But once they cross…

Bam! First rule of game design.

Create a world rich with depth,
where things aren't as they seem.

We totally pawned these noobs!

We'll pick them off one by one
till we outnumber them.

And that's when we make our move.

Was that kosher?

Aha!

So, it ends with a classic
eggbeater-rolling-pin fight, eh?

That is some whisky business, pal.

- On guard!
- On guard?

You mean, on dishwasher.

Who learned you how to spoke?

I've just about had it
up to here with you, woodpecker!

Can't two birds just get along?

Check out this move.

I learned it in spin class.

Now, get over here!

Now I'm getting the spins.

Smell you later!

Call me next time you're in town
and we'll ketchup.

Playtime's over.

I see what's going on here.

No one can help you now, pal.

You're about to be cooked.

That's a flare gun.
Only for emergencies.

If you're in trouble,
that would send a signal to your team.

Pretty smart game plan, Maggie.
But not smart enough.

I gots ya.

But we gots your flag.

Huh?

Whoo!

We just have to bring it
back to our base, and we win!

Is that a flare?

Woody didn't leave us. He's in trouble.

It came from the Hoo Rah's side.
How do you know it's Woody?

Because it's the only reason
he'd miss this.

We gotta go help him.

Uh, can we worry about this later?
We're about to win.

When a flare goes up, the team responds.
And Woody is a part of our team.

But I tagged you!

Don't care!

- Huh. This isn't in the playbook.
- What are they doing?

Ha! You missed.

Did I?

Huh?

Woody!

Hyah!

- Are you okay?
- Of course!

I was in the middle of
foiling an evil plot.

But you used the flare gun
to call for help.

Pfft! I used the flare gun
to distract the buzzard. That's all.

Pfft! Is that right?

Pfft! That is right.

Wait. What about Capture the Flag?

We were about to win. Can you believe it?

But we decided to take a detour.

You gave up the Games… for me?

Mm-hmm.

Can we rewind to the evil plot part?

Right. Look in the pantry.

Crates full of weird-looking weapons
and gold-mining stuff?

You won't find the gold before me!

Much better.

What's going on?

And why is my cook tied up?

As I was saying,

evil plot.

Buzz destroyed Woo Hoo's fortress
so you would lose the Games and your camp.

Then Zane would buy Woo Hoo,

and Buzz would blackmail Zane
into giving both camps to him.

- What?
- What?

Zane's name is on
all of Buzz's illegal doohickeys.

So you're not a professional cook?

You lying buzzard. I trusted you.

That sounds incredibly stupid.
I can hear it now.

But why would he want our land?

To find Grandpappy Obadiah's gold.

That's what this is about?

There's no missing gold.

That's just an old legend.

I'm not so sure, Mom.

Look.

Don't we have a map
that looks like that in our lodge?

In the case
with all that prospector stuff.

We have one too, in our case.

Each camp has a piece of this old map.

I always assumed
they were two halves torn apart.

What if there were three pieces?

This can't be real.

Only one way to find out.

Where did everybody go?

And how do I get down from here...

Whoa!

I'm okay!
The poison ivy broke my fall.

Look at all those random markings.

Unless they're not random at all.

Hmm.

Hold on. What?

- What?
- Well, those lines.

- I…
- That's perfect.

May I?

Hmm.

It's not a third piece.

It's an overlay. And that's Obadiah!

X marks the spot!

Jackpot!

- Right near Obadiah's statue.
- Hmm.

It was there the whole time,
right under our noses.

Oh, boy! Real gold.

We might owe
that dumb old buzzard a thank-you.

I should thank you,

for doing all the mystery solving for me.

Hey! I tied you up.

And I untied me up.

See this knife here?

It's all-purpose,
which means it's got buttons

that will leave you
on the wrong side of the lockdown doors

I installed during my breaks.

How long were those breaks?

There's still one way out.

Or not.

Oof!

Arrivederci, losers!

I can't believe it.

I'm always the smartest guy in the room,
but that buzzard played me.

- He played us both.
- Right.

This stupid feud between our camps
just made us easy targets.

You make it sound like it's my fault
that we're mortal enemies.

We're not mortal enemies, Zane.

I always wanted to work together.

Uh, not when we were kids.

Uh-uh. No. You never let me play
with you or your friends.

Because you ridiculed us for doing
the creative things we wanted to do!

You called me a meathead jerk!

You called me Artsy-Fartsy Angie!

Anyhoo, we should probably figure out
how to get out of here

and get that gold before Buzz does.

♪ My Bonnie lies over the ocean ♪

♪ My Bonnie lies over the sea ♪

♪ My Bonnie ♪

I believe the term is, "Eureka!"

Okay. Here's the plan.

We build a time machine

and go back to
just before I shot the flare gun

through that chimney over the stove.

You guys find your past selves

and warn them to make sure I tie Buzz up
just a little tighter, so he can't escape.

Multiverse.

No.

Just what I thought.

It's still open. Buzz missed it
when he set up his security stuff.

But the hole is too small
for even Woody to get through.

Maybe not.

Hey, Woody, remember
when we first met you, in the rec room?

Good times. Those were the days.

I'm talking about
when you came flying through the wall.

Right! If we strap Woody
to the extinguisher…

…he can smash through the roof,
get outside and find some help.

Dry powder propulsion!

Sounds dangerous. I love it.

You said it, sister.

- Ready for launch.
- During that fist bump, I ran the numbers.

There's simply not enough distance
from the top of the stove to the roof

to generate the kind of force Woody needs
to break through.

And it's way too heavy to move.

Not if we move it together.

We got you, Maggie.

Now, let's do this.

Uh-oh.

I'm okay!

This box full of exposed electrical wires
broke my fall.

Ooh! This one's sparking.
I'm gonna touch it.

I don't know about you,
but I am shocked.

Let's go, bub!

I can't believe you actually
found the gold, you stinkin' buzzard.

I can't believe you learned
to fly a chopper, you stinkin' Darren.

There…

you… are.

Not now, walrus.

There's a flight I've got to catch.

We got ourselves a bogey, bub.
This bird don't quit!

And this bird's about to be grounded.

Come on! Help me grab that chest!

Maybe we can buy Woody some time!

It's welded shut!

Not the face!

- It's slipping!
- I'm trying!

- Don't let go! Don't let go!
- Hold onto it!

What are you waiting for?
Get us out of here, bub!

Hold onto it!

Whoa!

Maggie!

My belt! I'm stuck!

- Maggie!
- Maggie!

Now, land this chopper.

Not a chance.

Help! Somebody help!

Woody!

Maggie!

Ain't that a dilemma?

Not for me, it ain't.

You didn't think
I'd leave you hanging, did ya?

Get ready, Zane!

Nice...

…catch.

Sayonara, suckers!

Did I just save the treasure?

Negative.

But you saved Maggie.

I think that makes you
the best teammate ever.

And the best Woo Hooer
I ever tried to kick out.

But now there's no Woo Hoo.

You lost the Games and the gold,
all because of me.

He's right.

I'm sorry, but rules are rules.

Why did I have to let everyone down?

Why?

W-w-why?

Look, everybody.

The statue wasn't hiding the gold.

The statue is the gold!

What?

Hey, Buzz, open the chest.

I want to see all that glittery goodness.

I'm on it, bub.

Rocks?

Of gold?

Nope!

These are just plain rocks!

I thought we were rich!

And I thought you were flying!

Check it out.
There's some kind of inscription.

Go on.

"If you're reading this,

that means you worked together
to find what's special inside of you.

That's all I ever wanted for this family.

Sincerely, Obadiah Mallard

and his best bird friend
who did all the work to carve this,

Woodthalemew Woodpeckerton."

I have an ancestor?

Um…

Angie, I, uh…

I just wanted to say…

I'm sorry for accidentally helping
a buzzard destroy Woo Hoo.

And for being a jerk all these years.

Maybe…

And I'm not saying
this is true or anything.

But maybe, um, I was jealous,

you know, of all that creative stuff
you used to do when we were kids.

Maybe… I can't stress this enough.

This is me throwing things at the wall
and seeing what sticks.

But maybe…

maybe I was just trying to prove
to everyone, and to you,

that I-I was special too.

So much
for being the strong one, huh?

Admitting you're wrong
doesn't make you weak, Zane.

And there's
nothing more special than family.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Thanks, guys.

I guess we both had
a lot of growing up to do, huh?

I wouldn't have phrased it like that,
but you're welcome.

Okay. Yeah.

And now that we can pay off
those infractions,

we can do some fixing up around here.

- What are you gonna do with your half?
- Ooh.

Perhaps you both could make a donation
to the Parks and Recrea...

- It's not gonna happen.
- Not on your life. Nope.

I have an idea.

After talking things over with Zane,

we've decided
to put our halves of the gold together

and make one big camp,

just like Grandpappy Obadiah
would have wanted.

A camp for all types of campers.

So we're getting rid of Camp Woo Hoo
and Camp Hoo Rah…

And from now on, it's Camp Woo Hoo Rah!

Who's that handsome guy?

And, as promised,

it's time everybody got one of these.

Starting with you, Woody.

Whoa.

You've earned it.

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

Not so fast.

When we first met,

you were trying to whittle a catapult,
remember?

Vaguely.

It was all lumpy
and looked like a deformed...

Okay! I remember.

Woody said you couldn't make one,
so we did.

- Rigged for max speed.
- With a perfect trajectory.

I ran the simulations.

- It's safe for birds.
- But could kill a human.

I don't know what to say.

How about… three, two, one!

Whoa! Wait. I-I'm not a hugger.

Okay. Just this once.

See you next summer!

Open the window!
Open the window!

Woody? Why are you here?

You're looking at a team player, Chief.

Boom! Glad to be home.

♪ Runnin' like a wildfire ♪

♪ Blowin' like a hurricane ♪

♪ We're gonna start a fire ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Goin' through my mind, insane ♪

♪ Oh, you know
You know I just can't get enough of you ♪

♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
I got a handle on it… ♪

-Where a-are we?
- Who cares?

Only thing that matters is we're…

free?

♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Are you ready? Are you ready? ♪

♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Oh, runnin' like a wildfire ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Blowin' like a hurricane ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Goin' through my mind, insane ♪

♪ You know
You know I just can't get enough of you ♪

♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
I got a handle on it ♪

♪ Ooh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Ooh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Ooh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Ooh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Oh, you ain't ready for this ♪

♪ Are you ready? Are you ready? ♪

♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Plug in and shout it louder ♪

- ♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
- ♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Jump in, it's getting wilder ♪

- ♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
- ♪ Get ready for this ♪

♪ Plug in and shout it louder ♪

- ♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
- ♪ Get ready for this ♪

Ha! You missed.

Did I?

Huh?

Woody!