Original subtitles

[ Both laughing ]

[ Bang! ]

[ Both grunt ]

♪♪

[ Roars ]

Aah!

-Whoa!

-Whoa!

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

[ Inhales deeply ]

Uh-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.

Gimme that back.

Ah, yeah, that's right.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Aah! Hey!

Wake up, mis niños.

It's Cleaning Day!

[ Sniffing ]

Ugh, this room smells

like an armpit.

I agree.

Why does it smell

like an armpit, Vic?

Eh, I like that my laundry

has a natural musk to it.

Isn't that right, Selena?

My beautiful jawbreaker.

[ Slurping ]

Eww!

I don't know what's happening,

but it sounds disgusting.

Here.

Clean up this space.

Do your laundry and -- Oh.

What is this?

Paint?

It's my wall art.

I call it "Lizards with Swords

and Stuff Like That."

I don't care about lizards!

Art belongs on a canvas,

not my walls!

I want this vandalism gone.

Ay!

Grandma!

Grandma!

What did I trip over?

Oh. Ha ha.

Um, it's my classical

jazz rock albums.

I moved them to the hall

to make room

for my other antique items.

Well, how am I supposed

to get around

in my own house with your junk

spilling out everywhere?

If you're going to live here

for the summer,

you two need to learn to

respect your Grandma's space.

Now clean this room, niños!

[ Door slams ]

I don't have to get rid

of all of these, right?

Aw, man. All these chips

are still good, though.

Like this one.

"Industrial Pig Squeals"?

I hate this band.

Hey, I'm gonna throw this out.

At least try

and clean up.

Uh, yes, Mom.

Boom!

Clean as heck.

[ Loud thump ]

That's weird.

Goodbye, "vandalism."

You're so good at cleaning, Vic.

Ah, thanks, Vic.

[ Loud thump ]

Whoa!

That's unusual.

[ Gasps ]

A "T-1 Model" typewriter?

With vintage

Calisto italic font?

I can't believe it!

[ Gasps ]

A whole box filled with them?!

Why would anyone

throw these out?

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffing ]

Ah, I'll never wash you,

Stainy Crusty.

Now get in there.

Hey, Vic, check out

these typewriters I found.

Uh, shouldn't you be

getting rid of stuff?

Yeah,

but this is different.

It's a collection of -- Wah!

[ Loud thump ]

Why is that happening?

Yeah,

most likely an earthquake.

[ Slurping ]

But, outside, only

Grandma's house was shaking.

Oh, maybe I should put these

in a better place.

♪♪

You sure have

a lot of space in there.

Space

for a lot more stuff.

Mystuff.

All right,

you can put your stuff --

Wait!

Ugh! Erggh!

You can't do it like that.

Yeah, I can!

No, Victor!

At least organize

your side.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Is it just me, or is the house

reacting to our messiness?

Nah,

it's definitely just you.

[ Rumbling ]

Aah!

What?

♪♪

Huh?

Aah!

Vic, I think the house

is mad at us!

Whoooa!

Whoooa!

[ Humming ] Ha! Yeah!

Aah!

Well, it was nice

knowing you, Val!

Huh?

I'm alive!

Ow! Ow!

What the heck

just happened?

Aah!

Where are we?

Is this

Grandma's basement?

I don't see my wall

of chewed bubble gum,

so we must be

somewhere else.

This sounds crazy,

but did Grandma's house

just pull us down here because

we didn't clean our room?

Get real, Val.

You play

too many video games.

Whoa!

Look! It's like a door

straight out of a video game!

Let's check it...out.

Well, based on the weird stuff

that just transpired,

it might behoove us

to clean up

before going to whatever's

behind that door.

Whoa! You unlocked the door

by cleaning.

And the vacuum

is, like, your weapon.

Hey, I'm gonna need

a weapon, too, though.

It'll be dangerous

to explore without one.

I'm only giving you this

because I have a feeling

we have to clean to get out

of this weird part of the house

and back to our room.

Ha!

Yes! Whoo-hoo!

Hey!

Don't leave me alone.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Whirring ]

Man, all this cleaning

is draining my life bar.

Yeah, how many more rooms

do we have to clean to get back?

Probably like infinity

or something.

I'm starting to wonder if

we're ever getting out of here.

Huh? Vic! Help me!

Val?

You look so cool!

No, this is not cool,

Victor.

Aah!

Erase these things!

I can't, man.

These scribbles are awesome.

I mean, look at that.

[ Lizards hissing ]

Here...let the artiste

do the work.

Vic, don't give me items.

[ Roars ]

Ahh! Hyaaah!

Uhh! [ Grunting ]

Vic, Grandma said to get rid

of your wall art.

Just erase it already!

I can't erase

the masterpiece, Val.

Vic...

[ Lizards hissing ]

Aaaahhh!

Ughh...

Where am I?

Val?

Uh! Uh! Hey!

[ Clothes zombies groaning ]

Are these all

my beautifully dirty clothes?

[ Groaning ]

Aah!

You leave me no choice.

[ Straining ]

It's laundry time.

Come get some!

[ Screaming ]

Vic, no!

Hey, I'm not a scribble anymore.

Victor?

Typewriter fonts?

[ Wind blowing ]

Whoa!

That was easy. No cleaning up

all these vintage keys?

Well, maybe I can take

a few back to my room.

[ Clothes zombies groaning ]

♪♪

[ Groaning continues ]

Vic: [ Laughs ]

Ha! Huh!

♪♪

[ Slurping ]

[ Groans ]

Aah!

Stainy Crusty...

I remember you.

Hot dog out of bun.

I'll save you.

Mmm...

That was a good summer.

[ Clothes zombies groaning ]

Just a few more

for the collection.

[ Gasps ]

♪♪

[ Straining ]

♪♪

[ Gasping ]

Aaaahhhh!

Oww!

Uhh! Take that,

you laundry scourge!

Val?

Look at all this.

There's so much

to clean up.

We're never gonna

get out of here.

[ Rumbling ]

I think Grandma's house

is still mad at us.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Selena!

How are we gonna clean up

all this junk?!

This is impossible!

[ Growling ]

There you are, Selena.

Ohh-aah!

Hey, what's the deal?

[ Buzzing ]

That big, scary thing

is made out of our clutter.

Great. Even our junk

is trying to end our lives.

I hate this video game.

Vic, we keep failing

at cleaning our junk.

What happens in a game

when you keep failing?

Both: Game over!

Vic! Somehow we gotta

clean all this up.

I get it, Val.

You're scared.

Now give me some space

to think about how to save us

and be the hero.

[ Slurping ]

Wah!

You're so sticky, Selena.

You seem to pick up

everything you touch.

But I'll take care of you.

Hey, why are you looking

at Selena like that for?

♪♪

It's working.

Selena's picking up

all our clutter.

Keep rolling.

I'll go up

and scope the area.

Aah!

I think we lost him!

Our junk sure is dumb.

[ Growling ]

What?

Val! Look out!

[ Gasps ] Aah!

I'm coming!

Waahh!

Waahh!

Waaah!

Ah! [ Panting ]

[ Panting ]

"Industrial Pig Squeals."

Nice.

All right, time to finish

cleaning up this mess.

Wait!

Don't jump in front of --

Aah!

Aah!

Waahh! Waahh!

[ Both grunting ]

♪♪

[ Growling ]

Aah!

What do you want from us?

Val: Grandma won't mind

just one more vintage piece.

Vic: Eh, I like that my laundry

has a natural musk to it.

We should have cleaned up

when we had the chance.

[ Both panting ]

♪♪

Hmm.

Follow my lead.

Okay.

[ Both panting ]

Go faster! Faster!

Ready? Now push!

♪♪

He's stuck.

Now's our chance.

Hey, I'm not getting rid

of Selena.

This all started

because of our own mess.

We gotta get rid

of everything.

That means

getting rid of Selena.

[ Sighs ] Okay.

-Uh!

-Uh!

[ Roaring ]

Selena!

♪♪

Ah, come on!

Oh!

Vintage typewriter key.

♪♪

Both: We did it?

Okay, time

for cleaning inspection.

[ Sniffing ]

Smelling better.

Even the vandalism is gone.

Yeah, Grandma,

your house is magic.

And the basement

swallowed us up!

The wall art

came alive!

And all our stuff

became a monster,

and we burned him

with green fire,

and now everything's clean.

Oh, I see.

[ Chuckles ]

Whatever you have to dream up

to learn

to respect

your Grandma's space.

I sure am pooped

from almost dying.

[ Loud thump ]

Aah! My bad! My bad!

I was just testing you.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Laughing ]