(orchestral background music) - Ugh, point me at the idiot.
(yells) Do you know what you've done?
- What? Uh--
- That is the Arch of Aquinonn.
Whoever walks under it is turned into,
oh I don't know,
a demonic warrior!
- Ohh, yeah, that makes sense.
Without admitting any fault,
there may have been some signs.
(heavy metal music)
- Power to all who cross under me!
- Heh heh.
- The only way to reverse the power of the Arch
is to defeat its demons in battle.
- Ah, yes, so in this case a game of bask-eh-ball.
- Donnie, I know you know how to say it,
we're all onto you.
- Okay, here's the plan.
- Let. Me.
In!
You need a full team!
- Look, Leo, we need to work as a team.
Take your win-at-all-costs attitude
back to your boy Dunkman.
- Hey!
Ugh.
Bluh.
You're right.
- Huh? - Huh?
- I'm sorry.
That eccentric billionaire
who was kind of a surrogate father figure to me
has shown me a version of myself I don't like.
I've been a ball hog, a bad teammate,
and worst of all, I've been a--
(gags)
I've been a bad--
(retching)
I've been a bad--
(gagging) I'm gonna say it.
I've been a bad--
Bluh wah wu h wuh--
Bluh blub bluh blugh--
Brother, brother!
Brother!
I've been a bad brother!
(heavenly choir sings) (glittering, shimmering bells)
- Aww! - Awww.
- Aw! - Aw-haw-haw-haw!
Let's be ballers.
(funky electronic background music)
Yeah!
- Time to put your evil spirit back in the arch!
Ha ha!
A bounce pass.
- (grunts)
Boomshakalaka!
(buzzer goes off)
- Heh heh.
Huh.
- (grunts)
From downtown.
(buzzer)
- Boom.
Was yo mama a house?
O-hoo ha!
Because you're playin' like bricks.
Ooh wah-cha!
Boom, bam, bam!
Yeah!
(buzzer goes off three times)
- Time out!
You know what?
I gotta do everything myself.
(gasping)
(loud electric crackling)
(growls)
(rock background music)
- (growls) The power!
It's on, former employee I looked at like a surrogate son.
Game on!
- Let's go!
- Hu-- - Ah.
- Ugh.
(buzzer goes off twice)
(deep whooshing sound)
- Buckets!
(buzzer)
- Time out.
- Ah, they're too good.
Maybe we just need to accept we're under Arch rule now.
- We can do this.
I've got an idea.
Donnie, you ready to win this thing?
- You're just gonna bounce-throw it off my head again,
aren't you?
- No, they're expecting me to to take the last shot.
That's why you're gonna do it.
- Me? (gasping)
Rain dance!
And boom goes the Donnie-mite!
Game
blouses.
(baby giggling)
- Are we sure about this?
- What? Wha--
- Yes, I believe in you.
You've got this.
- Your confidence is giving me confidence!
- "Team" on three.
One, two, three.
- Team! - Team!
- Team!
(buzzer)
(growling) (music continues)
(whistle blows)
- Hmm.
- Ah, run.
- Oof. - Ha ha!
- A bounce pass.
- Out of the way.
A-drip drop!
(growling gasps)
- (in slo mo) I'm Daves!
- (in slo mo) Yeah!
- No! - Oh my gosh!
- Aww!
- Ahh...
choo!
(laughing)
(long buzzer) - No!
- No! - No!
(crackling and zapping)
- Yeugh.
- Did you know he would miss?
- Just because I because a team player
doesn't mean Donnie is magically good at basketball.
(funky keyboard riff outro)
(singing) Lucky rock, lucky rock.
Do do do do do-do, lucky rock.