Original subtitles

I mean, I'm letting my kids watch it,

but you probably have higher standards.

Hello there.

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

Yeah, hmm.

That Ryan Reynolds.

I'm a film actor,

occasionally I dabble in television

and other industries.

I'm also a father.

But I'm ready to move on from all of that crap.

So what's next?

Wildlife, that's what.

Nope, not these blowhards.

They don't need my help.

I'm here for these guys.

Nature's benchwarmers.

I'm talking grade-A freaks

and their freakin' bizarre, weird, freakshow lives.

Get ready for the Underdogs.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

These guys are the grossest, weirdest...

♪ I'm not number one, but I'm second to none ♪

...the most unlikely stars in the great movie of life.

♪ Heroes are overrated when you are the outlaw ♪

Now it's their time to shine.

♪ Cuz I wanna be your underdog ♪

Wherever there is blatant mischief,

wherever there is abject cowardice,

wherever there is unbearable sexual tension...

that's where you'll find the underdogs.

You tell 'em, Green Day.

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

And I endorse these weirdoes.

Some laws of nature are incontrovertible.

And one of the big ones is the need to reproduce.

Or there'd be no more itty-bitty baby animals.

The trouble with sex-- and really, where do I begin?

--is that you can't do it alone.

No comment.

So the first step is choosing your partner,

and that's true whether you're an A-list animal,

or one of the underdogs.

This is Happy...

...the hyena.

He may be one of the ugliest outcasts in Africa,

but don't feel sorry for him.

He's having the best day.

Morning run.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

A little self-care.

♪ I used to think maybe you loved me ♪

♪ Now, baby, I'm sure ♪

Not your episode, Barry. Keep moving.

A nice snack.

♪ And I just can't wait till the day ♪

♪ When you knock on my door ♪

Life couldn't get any better than this.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine, wooah ♪

Or could it?

Like a hormonal teenager at a middle school dance,

Happy has a new and irrepressible urge

to find a girlfriend.

But that's not easy...

...when these are the girls.

Hyenas take female empowerment to the maximum.

They're aggressive, dominant,

and automatically outrank all males.

And if that's not intimidating enough,

they also have these.

Pseudo-penises. That's fun to say.

Giant female genitalia.

They're for peeing--standard--

giving birth--ouchie--

and making mating difficult for males.

Tough break, fella.

As first loves go, they're not for the faint of heart.

But Happy is an optimist.

And he's just fallen in love...

...with a stone-cold knockout.

Maybe he should just ask her out.

He's a six, maybe six and a half?

You know, he could show her all the fun stuff he likes.

Maybe they could do it together.

The fun stuff, not the--yeah.

Happy knows nothing about relationships.

But like any self-respecting male,

he's not gonna let ignorance hold him back

from taking his shot.

Ready, shoot, aim is what I say.

In case you don't speak hyena, that's a no.

And no is a complete sentence.

When it comes to the need to go to funky town,

you can't skip straight to the end.

You just, you just can't.

You have to learn the rules and put in the work.

Though, first things first,

you need to attract their attention.

Unlike some of their more colorful cousins,

bowerbirds can't rely on plumage alone

to draw attention to themselves,

so males spend their whole lives compensating;

painfully familiar to males of all species.

These guys, they build extravagant bachelor pads,

known as bowers,

all over town, sometimes in truly underdog locations.

And if that wasn't sad enough,

these deluded loners surround these bowers

with obsessively collected colorful knickknacks,

in the hope of impressing a potential girlfriend.

But there's always that one guy who takes a good idea too far.

And Sebastian here has meticulously curated 361 items

of colorful trash in the hope it will win him a mate.

Good luck, Sebastian.

It's a collection that's taken most of his adult life.

But it will all be worth it,

if it's good enough to dazzle a female...

...into sticking around long enough to mate with him.

So far, it's not been enough.

But Sebastian has a solution.

Rather than admit that he might be the problem,

he's decided to expand his collection.

And the best way to do that is to steal from someone else's.

But what to choose?

Bingo!

And while he's at his rival's place...

He figures he could try just a teeny bit of wanton vandalism.

Sebastian, you small-minded.

Back home, he adds item 362 to his collection.

And when a female finally comes along,

he's hoping this new addition will make all the difference.

She's ready.

All Sebastian needs is to stay focused

and show her something worth sticking around for.

Now, focus.

What will she like best?

Nope.

What about this?

No, I was kidding.

Okay, uh, this thing?

No, you're right, that's terrible.

No, definitely not.

I don't even know who that belongs to.

Okay, time for the showstopper.

The finest thing he owns in the world.

Sure, it's the bowerbird equivalent

of screaming "I love you!" on a first date,

or "You'll always compete with my mother if we..."

Anyway, she's gonna go for it.

Or maybe not.

Nah, don't worry, Sebastian.

Who needs a mate?

When you have a man cave...

and the Internet.

However you try to impress a potential partner,

it's always a good idea to know your audience.

But be warned.

Whatever you think you've got going for you,

women are usually looking for something completely different.

This is Littlenose.

Kind of an ironic nickname.

She's a proboscis monkey.

She hangs out with a bunch of sisters, girlfriends,

and loose acquaintances in one big, happy girl group.

Plus this guy.

Oh, I get why she's called Littlenose now.

All her gal pals have babies.

Cute ones.

She's decided that it's time to have one of her own.

Which means it's time to hit the apps and find Mr. Right.

He must be out there... somewhere.

Littlenose's day starts, well, like every other day,

with the search for food.

Mature leaves are all poisonous,

and that means looking for tender young shoots

that are slightly less likely to kill you.

But today, her schedule's about to get a little more exciting.

Word's got out that she's looking for love.

And the local bachelor pack are pretty confident

they've got just the thing she's looking for.

Meet bachelor number one.

He enjoys jazz, long walks, and romantic nights in.

Uh-huh, sure he does.

She'd rather eat the poisonous leaves.

Introducing bachelor number two.

A muscular bombshell,

he's hoping to impress her with his athletic prowess.

Oh, no!

He can just walk that off, right?

No, maybe not.

Trouble is, for all their conventional qualities,

these youthful, vigorous males don't possess

the special something Littlenose is looking for.

But when you've rejected all the bachelors,

where's left to look?

Nope, no, definitely not.

Okay, he's old enough to be her grandpa.

He's clearly behind on dental hygiene,

that's gonna come back to haunt you.

But you know what's gonna come back to haunt you even worse?

The rash.

That's contag--you're gonna have that all over the place.

But there is something about him,

and it turns out it's exactly the thing

she's been looking for.

A throbbing, off-the-scales, truly enormous...

nose.

And in the proboscis world,

that's a sign of one very specific detail--

bigger cojones.

Crown jewels.

Little lads. I like that one.

Or as the scientists insist I say, smooth criminals.

No, sorry, testicles, testicles, testicles.

Which means a little quality time with him

is her best chance

of getting what I believe those scientists call "knocked up."

Sure, he may already have mated with four besties,

eight girlfriends, 16 neighbors,

uh, and someone's grandma...

But all those ladies can't be wrong.

Better luck next time, bachelors.

Truth is, without the nose, you never stood a chance.

Turns out, hate to say it,

size does matter.

Damn it.

But love isn't always that shallow.

Sometimes it's not what you've got

but what you do with it that counts.

Strategy is everything.

Remember Happy?

He's had a long, hard look at his situation,

and he's had an idea.

With no other way to win the heart of a female

that outsizes and outranks him,

he's decided he's simply gonna follow her

for as long as it takes,

maybe forever.

In the human world, this level of persistence

would land you a restraining order,

uh, and two, possibly four years in prison.

To say nothing of the fact that it makes you a super creep.

But for hyenas, it's a tried and tested way

to demonstrate your total devotion.

Good luck with that, buddy.

So you've chosen the one

and come up with a surefire strategy to win their heart,

but it's still a crowded arena out there.

The next stage is to fend off

the competition.

This male turkey is looking for a mate.

And despite having a deeply underdog appearance,

his sexy shimmying has still attracted some females.

He just needs to close the deal

by flopping out his most dazzling feature.

His snood.

That's wrinkly.

Like a dangly, extendable...

nose sock.

I'm not for injectables, typically,

but you know, you could probably get some work done

on that thing.

Astonishingly, that's all it takes.

And the turk-lady lies down to signal she's ready.

It's all going perfectly to plan.

Until...

Sock-blocked.

And by his own brothers.

Bonecrusher.

Bloodbather.

And... Ian.

Oooh, wing slap!

Once they were nestmates,

but now love has made them bitter rivals.

In turkey world, only one male can breed,

and our guy is getting his ass handed to him by Ian.

From now on, Ian will be the sole headliner.

And all the other males will be the sad backup dancers

that no one remembers, for the rest of time,

because the entertainment industry has failed

to honor their craft properly.

So, although he still gets to shimmy,

he'll be shaking his feathers to attract more females

for Ian to mate with.

A literal wingman.

But surely it doesn't apply to his girlfriend?

Maybe she'll still mate with him.

She liked his snood.

Nope, she's more of a "rip your heart out" kinda gal.

Yeah, you, Ian!

Yeah, you forever.

Thanksgiving is starting to look pretty damn good.

Even when love seems hopelessly out of reach,

you should never lose faith,

because there's always another day.

Meet our blubberiest underdog yet,

a young male elephant seal.

He's hoping to breed and has just spotted an opportunity.

But he's hit a little snag.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

4,000 pounds of naked fury

who just caught him trying to mate with his girlfriend.

Been there.

No, no, no, no! Run, run! Run!

Oh, you're so dead, oh, my god, you're so dead.

Our little runt is about to get the beating of his life

and all for the sake of love.

Is it worth it?

Keep watching.

♪ Me caí, me paré, caminé, me subí ♪

♪ Me fui contra la corriente y también me perdí ♪

♪ Fracasé, me encontré, lo viví y aprendí ♪

Once a year, eager male elephant seals

approach the shores of California

with one thing in mind-- mating.

And with hundreds of females on the beach,

the odds are pretty good, right?

But there's a problem.

Come on, you saw that coming.

They've gotta get past...

the beachmaster.

I promise you that's the scientific term,

and the nickname for my mom

when I was trying to sneak back into the house.

Okay, moving on.

He's the largest male in the area.

Two tons of unrepressed anger and control issues.

He'll beat the crap out of anyone

who tries to mate with his fanbase of adoring females.

Those females also act like security,

alerting the big guy to any intruders.

But some females are looking for more than just a beefcake.

They'll go for smaller, sensitive sorts,

like our guy.

But he's gonna need to pick the perfect moment.

The fertile females are the ones

in the middle of the colony.

The challenge is try to sneak past the guards

and mate with a willing partner behind the beachmaster's back.

It's not long before he sees his opening.

The arrival of a second beachmaster.

Wait, a second beachmaster?

And that gives Mr. Underdog just what he needs.

A diversion.

While the tattletales have their eyes

on the big boy beach fight...

...our guy picks both a safe word

and a safe route toward the fertile females.

By the way, the safe word is pumpkin spice.

He won't have long.

He doesn't need long.

Oh, there goes the alarm,

and son of a beachmaster, here comes the beating.

Pumpkin spice, pumpkin spice, pumpkin spice.

Right back to where we started.

But it turns out he had just enough time

to get the job done before he was caught.

♪ Y no te preocupes si no ♪

So is the punishment worth it?

♪ Cuando te critiquen tú ♪

Well, you bet it is.

No one knows more about suffering for love than Happy,

the hopelessly devoted hyena.

There's the woman of his dreams.

But where's Happy?

Has he finally done just a skosh of internal work,

realized his own self-worth, and developed a little dignity?

No, he's a male, and he likes this plan.

But while some focus on finding the one,

not everybody stops at one.

Some animals prefer to keep their options wide open.

Welcome to Madurai, India.

The unlikely home of the darkest detective

in the DC Universe...

...the fruit bat.

Not the toughest name, of course, yeah.

But you know who is tough?

Bruce Wa--no? Hold on, I'm sorry,

they're telling me that it's Barbara,

Barbara's the--that actually makes a lot more sense.

Barbara.

So riddle me this, Babs.

Who's gonna be your sexual sidekick?

Out of the many eligible male fruit bats,

which one will be brave enough,

bold enough

to be the father of...

And that is gross.

I'm so sorry, Barbara, that, um...

Yeah, that's the right reaction.

Just, that's a total red flag.

Red fl--how many watchlists is that guy on?

That's, yeah. Uh, my lord.

Moving on.

Someone new just appeared on Barbara's radar.

Okay, he's not the most impressive, uh, specimen

of bat-manhood you've ever seen,

but let's just be happy

that Barbara seems to have found her mate.

Like most relationships, it's kind of messy,

but maybe this is the start of something really beautiful.

Uh, nope, yeah, he's gone.

I knew my dad longer than that.

But it turns out Barbara the fruit bat

is ready for a sequel immediately.

She wants the best possible father

for her little bat babies,

so she's auditioning other applicants.

And this next joker has a cunning plan

for giving himself the best chance of landing the role.

He's going to...

How can I put this? He's gonna... ah, hmm.

He's gonna clear out the bat cave.

Um, hmm.

Oh, my, oh, I was so afraid this was gonna be weird,

but no, that's, yeah.

Experts think this licking

removes the previous male's sperm.

And Barb has no objections.

The longer he licks, the longer she'll let him mate.

This male is the first of many sequels

in this Batgirl's unique franchise.

One after another, after another.

Bat sex scientists--

which is a real career that you can choose--

don't exactly know why Barbara mates with so many males,

but it may be her way of ensuring

the strongest sperm succeeds.

If that's the way things work in the DC Universe,

well, I mean, who am I to judge?

By now, you might be wondering if all underdog relationships

are all about combat,

competition,

and soul-crushing rejection.

And you would be right.

But all that pain fades

when you finally find your perfect partner.

This is a leopard slug.

These guys are relationship experts,

and this one right here is looking for the one.

I would like to resume my life at some point,

so let's maybe speed this up.

♪ Toi et moi ♪

♪ On se cache cache comme ça ♪

♪ Toi et moi chaque fois ♪

Somewhere in this charming French cellar is another slug,

equally eager to breed.

So this slug lays down a trail of highly alluring slime...

♪ Ahh, toi et moi ♪

...packed with stinky pheromones

for the other slug to detect and follow.

♪ Oooh, pas à pas, ahhh ♪

♪ Attention ♪

I think they found it.

♪ C'est toi que je veux ♪

Mmmm.

Pheromones by Leopard Slug.

Now that they've found each other,

it's time to take things to the next level.

Together they descend on a foot-long rope

of self-made mucus.

Entwining their bodies to make sure that no one can leave

until both partners are fully satisfied.

Ahh, the French kiss.

Wait, no, that's...

Oh, no, no, those aren't...

Oh, those aren't, those aren't tongues, they're--ohhhhh.

Oh, those are, those are penises.

Peni? It's that what you say?

Is that what the slugs say?

And that's the reason these slugs are so egalitarian.

Both partners have male and female genitalia,

and both give and receive sperm,

which they can each use to fertilize their own eggs.

Then... ah, yes.

Au revoir.

I can count on both hands how many times

I've left a relationship this exact way.

Last slug swinging gets to eat the mucus.

No, thank you!

So, there you have it.

The underdogs' guide to navigating the good, the bad,

and the ugly of relationships.

And a friendly reminder that everyone

deserves a little love.

Except Happy, who's finally...

Well, he's hit rock bottom.

Basically doing the hyena equivalent

of crying into his drink.

It's just, you know, I think we should just spend some money

on Michael Bolton.

There you go, ooh.

Mmm, that's good.

Oh, he speaks for those who can't speak for themselves.

But if I know anything about rom coms, and I don't,

I just did everything Sandra Bullock told me to do,

it's that rock bottom is the solid foundation

upon which you build true love.

And Happy?

Well, he's gonna give it one last shot.

H-h-hold the phone, hold on.

Wait, could Happy's luck be turning around?

After weeks of quiet, unmitigated contempt,

it looks like he's finally about to get his happy end--

Oh, no, gonna stay away from that.

He's gonna get his, the ending he deser--the...

he's gonna, um,

he's gonna.

No. He is going to get the dishes done.

Can we say that?

Now she begins to follow him.

Hold your nerve, she almost certainly won't kill you.

All that's left to solve is the pseudo-penis situation.

She does this by rolling it back

like a retractable shutter.

It's kind of like, um...

it's like of like, uh, how do you describe it?

Like a, it's like turning a sock inside out

using a banana with no hands.

So, after all that waiting,

when it does happen, it's not exactly fireworks.

But for Happy, it's like all his birthdays

have come at once.

Yeah, it's like his dreams came true,

his, his dreams, his... soaking wet dreams.

So how's everyone else doing?

Sebastian now has 1,009 items of garbage,

but still, predictably, has no girlfriend.

Littlenose has the baby that she's always dreamed of,

and hardly misses single life at all.

Ian learned a valuable lesson about karma.

Our elephant seal lover boy is bulking up,

getting spray-tanned,

ready to become next year's Mr. Beachmaster.

The slugs.

They are still leaving.

And Barbara?

She has her own cinematic universe

comprising of eight sequels,

two reboots, and a Bollywood musical in the works.

Now that is how you release Batgirl.