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[remote clicks] [upbeat music plays]
♪ I don't care what you say! ♪
♪ I'm gonna do what I want all day! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
♪ I'm the king of the world! ♪
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[Door opens]
Clarence: [grunts] I know my eraser's in here somewhere.
Ooh! Looks like I got a secret admirer.
"You are cordially invited" ...
- Jeff: ... "to a sleepover" ... - Sumo: ... "at Belson's house."
[Thunder crashes]
Whoever makes it through the night without
getting pranked will receive my new Acedia game
system, currently not available in the U.S. until next year.
So, R.S.V.P. with my mom for Friday night
for a night of fun and games ... if you dare.
[Laughs evilly]
Sumo: Don't want to go. I hate Belson.
Clarence: Sumo, don't say that. Belson's in our little gang ...
you know, like the ones in old movies where they sell lemonade,
and Belson would be like our pet bulldog or something.
Jeff: Yeah. This is not gonna be good.
[Thunder crashes] [eerie organ music plays]
Jeff: Oh, wow!
Clarence: Cool. It's like a fort for rich guys.
Jeff: It's a little extravagant.
[Hinges creak]
- Oh, my. - Dios mão.
Oh, look who's here!
Come in, guys. Belson's in his room.
We're remodeling, so bear with me.
- Clarence: Whoa! Fire! - Here's Belson's room.
He'll be so happy to see you all.
Belson, your friends are here.
Oh. My guests. I didn't hear you ... come in.
Sure, you did. You just closed your ... door.
- Hey, Belson, your mom is foxy. - Belson, you are so lucky. [Boing!]
[Clears throat]
"Welcome to the last room you'll ever enter."
Sumo: Yeah, yeah. We get it. Where's that Acedia?
Clarence: Guys, be quiet. I want to hear Belson's little speech.
[farts] Ugh.
[Unenthusiastically] "Welcome to the last room you'll ever enter.
The game I've created will surely lead to the demise of you all.
Bwah ha ha ha."
Clarence: Ooh. Sounds spooky. Tell me more.
You get the idea. Check out my new game ...
the Acedia 64.
All: Whoa!
♪ Acedia ♪
Jeff: I didn't even know you could buy ... Aah!
- Sumo: Acedia! - Welcome back, Belson.
- Sumo: I love it. - Clarence: Whoa! Cool!
- Rated "i" for "insane." - "Psychopathic ice cream man"!
- I want to play. - No! Not unless you win.
But I probably won't win. [Siren wailing]
- Aah! - Belson, can you take out the trash?
'K! I'm coming! Geez. Don't you hate it when
your mom asks you to do chores when you have friends over?
Clarence: Oh, yeah. [Chuckles] What a nightmare.
Sumo: So, are you gonna prank us now, or are
we just gonna watch you play video games?
- I am bored. - Kids, dinner!
Wait! She's my mom! I get to eat first!
Clarence: I'll take some of this and some of this.
Jeff: Mmm!
Thanks for making dinner, Mrs. Belson. It's delicious.
Well, you're very welcome, Jeff.
You can call me "Cynthia."
Clarence: [gasps] You get to eat cheesecake puffs?
It's like cheesecake for breakfast!
Yeah, but I like 'em better for dinner. Mom, milk!
All right! Hold your horses!
Ohh!
Oops.
Ha! You got pranked. You lose.
[recorder plays] Wah, wah, wah! [laughter]
Now you can't leave my room for the rest of the night.
- Well, can I take my fries? - Yeah, sure. Whatever.
[Chuckles] Victim number 1.
[Slurping] Ahh.
Hey, have you guys seen my dad's boat?
Jeff: Yeah. I want to see it.
- Clarence: Your dad has a boat? - Sumo: It's probably a prank.
Jeff: I can help you do the dishes, Cynthia.
Oh, that's okay, Jeff, but thanks.
I'm really glad Belson has friends like you boys.
I was starting to think he didn't have any friends.
Jeff: No. Yeah. We all ... love ... Belson.
- Yuck. - Jeff, no. Don't take out the trash.
That's Belson's one chore in the world.
Clarence: Jeff, Jeff, hurry up! Come on!
Belson's gonna read a ghost story! You better hurry up!
- Don't you boys stay up too late. - Jeff: We won't.
[Thunder crashes]
"Then Rebecca looked outside, expecting to see her
Uncle Ralph, only it wasn't her uncle at all.
It was a tall figure obscured by
the dark, wearing a terrible hockey mask.
Rebecca's last scream was barely heard
over the roar of the chain saw." [Imitates chain saw buzzing]
[Screams]
- Hmph. Whatever. - Good night, everybody.
Hope you haven't forgotten our little wager.
Whoever makes it until morning without getting pranked gets the Acedia.
[Chuckles evilly] Don't ... fall ... asleep.
Clarence: [grunting]
There. Nice and soft.
[Snoring]
Sumo: Hey, buddy, don't fall asleep. Belson will prank you.
Clarence: Okay.
[Snoring]
- Look. He's asleep. - Jeff: No, I'm not!
- Not you ... Clarence. - Jeff: Huh?
Clarence: [snoring continues]
[Chuckles evilly]
Jeff: [thinking] Hmm. I don't want to prank Clarence,
but I also don't want to get pranked. What's the right thing to do?
- Does anyone have a feather? - Jeff: I got a feather!
Clarence: [giggles]
Hey, there, little birdie.
- It's not working. - Ah, whatever.
[Splurt!]
- Oh, man, we got him good! - Jeff: No, we didn't. That's cheating.
Clarence: [slurps]
Oh, my gosh. They're so delicious!
- I'm so sorry, birdie! - Oh, man. He's enjoying it.
[Owl hoots]
[chink!] [Chuckles evilly]
[Chuckles evilly]
- Sumo: Looking for something?! - Uh, no. You're hurting me.
Ohh! Sumo: [growls]
This isn't going well. I've only pranked two people.
Got to up my kills. Time for phase 2 ...
the reaping.
- I'm gonna go take a whiz. - Oww!
- Don't step on me, Belson! - Oww! Hey!
[distant scream] [all gasp]
Clarence: Oh, my gosh! That sounded like Belson.
- Belson, are you out there? - He's not in the bathroom.
Hmm. That wasn't there before. "Play me."
[Static]
Hello. If you're watching this, I'm already dead.
Clarence: [gasps]
I mean, I might be.
I was kidnapped by the chain-saw killer.
The game I created was too powerful,
even for me, 'cause I'm the best.
That's why it's up to you guys to save me.
Whoever rescues me from the chain-saw killer
can keep the Acedia, if you're still alive.
Anyway, I have to go. He's back!
[Chain saw buzzing]
[deep voice] No photography!
[Static]
- Sumo: It's a prank. - I'm freaking out right now.
Jeff: Yeah, that was unexpected, but the staging feels forced.
And if he really was kidnapped, is that a bad thing?
Clarence: Come on, guys. Listen up.
Belson has always been there for us ... to prank us.
He's our friend. Are you gonna go tell Belson's poor,
rich mother, who made us dinner, that you wouldn't save
him because you thought it was a prank?
Jeff: I guess that's a valid point. What do you think, Sumo?
- Sumo: It's a prank! - Sumo, this isn't the time to point fingers.
What we got to do now is work together to save Belson.
I got dibs on his R.C. car! [Chain saw buzzing]
[all scream]
Clarence: Run! It's the killer!
[Screaming continues]
Run for your life!
[Buzzing continues]
[breathing heavily]
Don't kill me! Don't kill me!
Don't kill me! Don't kill me!
Please don't kill me!
Quick ... Everyone through this little door!
[Grunting]
[all screaming]
[pop!]
I did not sign up for this.
I thought we were gonna be watching movies and eating s'mores.
- I am so ... done ... with this! - What the heck was that? [Screeching]
Clarence: Isn't it obvious? It's the hockey-mask killer from
that book Belson was reading.
Didn't anyone watch that video?!
Sumo: There's no killer. The book is made up, and the video's a fake.
The killer's just Belson in a mask.
[Grunts]
You all got pranked. [Slurping]
- How do you know it was Belson? - Sumo: 'Cause Belson stinks!
He invited us here just to be a jerk to us!
Memo doesn't like Belson, either. He put toothpaste on his chonies.
Sumo: That's the last straw.
We're gonna give Belson a real sleepover ...
a sleepover he'll never forget.
Jeff: Uh, we definitely shouldn't kill him, but we should prank him.
- Sumo: Yeah! Let's do it! - Let's prank that stinking jerk!
- Clarence: Then we rescue Belson. - Jeff: Sure.
[Chuckling] Oh, man. I bet they're trying to figure out a plan right now.
Huh?
♪ She must be an angel ♪
Ugh. Are those my mom's clothes?
Clarence: [high-pitched voice] Bee-boo-bee-bee-boop.
Hey, Sandy. What's going on?
Oh, I'm just standin' outside, lookin' at some stars.
No, I'm sure nothing will happen, even though I am ...
all by myself.
[Chain saw buzzing]
[normal voice] Whoa!
[Breathing heavily]
[buzzing continues]
He really could use a father figure.
I mean, he has a dad, but he's just always traveling.
- Clarence: Aaaaaaaah! - Jeff: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[Buzzing continues]
Let's pursue this. How does it make you feel?
Clarence: [breathing heavily]
Open cellar doors ... Check.
[Breathing heavily]
[buzzing continues]
[buzzing intensifies] Aaah!
Sorry, killer! Nothing personal!
Ow!
Sumo: Hey, Belson! You forgot to take out the trash!
Aaaaaaah!
Clarence: [crying] This is for Belson! Aaaaaaah!
No, no, no! Clarence, it's me!
- Clarence: Belson? It was you? - We told you it was Belson.
I know. Hard to believe it was me the whole time.
- Clarence: But why, Belson? - I don't know.
I-I guess I just wanted everybody to come sleep over.
The last time I had a sleepover, nobody came, so I
thought if I had a prize, people would definitely come.
Clarence: You didn't have to do that. We still would have stayed over.
- We wouldn't have. - Heh. No way.
- Not me neither. - Clarence: Oh, Belson, you're such a card.
Besides, you pranked all of us anyway, so it doesn't even matter.
You're right. I did prank all of you!
I win after all! You fools!
[Laughs]
Sumo: Not all of us!
[Triumphant music plays]
Jeff: It's true. He knew it was you the whole time.
- He's the last man standing. - Ohhh.
Belson, what about just having a great sleepover?
Hmm. Nah. I want to keep my stuff.
[Chain saw buzzing] Clarence: Aaah!
[Breathing heavily]
- Hey! Hey! Hey! - Stop!
Huh? [Tires screech]
Clarence: Chad, the killer's after us! We got to escape away!
- Hurry, hurry, hurry! - What?!
[Both panting]
[buzzing continues]
Don't you guys want to wait for your buddy?
Clarence: Drive, Chad, drive! [Tires screech]
Didn't you all have a fun time today on our adventure?
Sumo: Not really, but I did like dumping trash on Belson.
Jeff: Yeah, and I think Cynthia and I made some real progress.
Clarence: Told you Belson wasn't so bad.
[Crying and screaming]
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