(upbeat music)
- Hello, interdimensional all-star cheer fans!
Are you ready for the Ultimate Selfie Challenge?
I, Hart Spirit, am going to balance atop
this pyramid of lesser cheerleaders
while a once-in-a-lifetime comet flies by!
Bring it O-N, on!
(crowd cheering)
Woo! Give me a hup, hup, hup!
Yup! Haha!
- I love all the upbeat stuff on this planet!
I can't wait to give it away to deserving customers!
- Okay, but this foam hand is mine.
- Comet's coming! Abs tight, everyone!
Hold them... hold them...
Ah... Ah...
Ah... ah-choo!
(screaming)
(camera clicking)
(crowd groaning)
Huh?! What?
No!
(laughing) - Whoa! Cool comet!
Let's see if we can follow it. Come on, Roi!
(voice echoing): Roi, a name I will remember...
forever!
(Guava): The Guava Juice Show!
Go Guava Juice!
(gulls squawking)
- Gimme a "good"! Gimme a "morning"!
It is I, Hart Spirit!
(upbeat music)
Woo! Ha! Hart Spirit!
- Wow.
- Okay... Can we help you, Hart Spirit?
- I, Hart Spirit,
am from an aspirational asteroid called Cheer City.
I believe you know it? - Hey, yeah!
We were just there!
- Oh, I know! I saw you with your feather boas!
So gleeful!
After seeing you three buddies having such a rad time together,
I read several online reviews
that said you are the best at getting hard-to-find items.
B-E-S-T!
- The reviews are true. T-R-U-E!
- And mostly "not" written by us.
- M-O-S-T-L-Y. Mostly.
- I just can't believe you're a fellow multiverse traveller.
And so full of positive cheer, just like me.
I'm Roi, and these are my buds, Guava and Jenny.
- Yup! Hup! Hup! Ooh...
Guava. My favourite fruit.
I put guavas in my power smoothie every morning.
- What?!
So, if you're from the multiverse,
where's your tub? Huh? How'd you get here?
- I just shake my pompoms of power and poof!
I'm here!
Or here.
Or here!
- Cool. But not as inclusive as a bathtub.
(whooshing) - So, we're good?
Listen, I'm throwing together an epic, uh, t-shirt cannon
that needs very specialized parts.
Are you the guy to get 'em? - Yes, I am!
- Oh! Indubitably you are!
Ugh...
- Oh, I got a question.
Since you're so magical,
why don't you get your own parts?
(chuckles) - Jenny, Jenny, Jenny.
I'm a cheerleader, not a thing-getter.
Boop! (Jenny growls)
- Exactly. Now come on, let's go get...
"Item one: Souldestroyonium."
For a t-shirt cannon?
- Says so on the list. So, yes.
- Uh. Fair enough. To the tub!
- Go team tub!
- There's something fishy about that guy.
Who boops people's noses?
- Or tells a guava that he drinks guava smoothies?
- I get you're suspicious, but I like his spirit.
He even has spirit in his name! Hart Spirit.
(rumbling, grunting)
Found it! (screaming)
(screaming)
Souldestroyonium! (screaming)
And you're sure this for a t-shirt cannon?
It screams an awful lot.
- Definitely. Gives it oomph!
- Now, let's get more parts for this guy, Harts!
Go, go, item two!
- Oh, brother.
(maniacal laughter)
- You know what?
We're gonna sit this one out, pal.
- Yeah. That cheerleader is up to something
and we're gonna find out what.
- Okay. But I think he just has big personality.
And don't worry about me getting a...
Bone-crushing-flaming sulfur gear
should be pretty easy!
Not easy at all!
(shouting)
(panting) Ugh!
- What're you doing?
- Spying on a space cheerleader
to figure out his evil plot.
- Yup. That checks out.
Just close the door when you're finished.
- Nancy? What's she doing here?
- Do you sell white noise machines?
- Um, none of your business?
- Who or what are you?
- I'm a... tourist. - Ugh.
- Yeah, you should probably leave and never come back.
- Ugh, I love your energy!
Look, I shouldn't tell anyone but I have to tell someone.
Pinky swear you won't say anything.
- Whatever. Sure. Air pinkies, no touching.
- I'm getting Roi to build a device
that will destroy his bathtub
and everything in a three-block radius!
A Doomsroi Device!
- Boring.
(laughing) - You're a hoot!
(overlapping chatter)
- He said Doomsroi!
- Hold that thought. Hot! Hot! Hot!
- Roi!
- Uh, I'm surprised you need a flaming gear
for a t-shirt cannon.
Won't it, like, burn the t-shirts?
- Um, uh... no? They're rayon?
- Right. Cool, cool.
Say, you don't have anything you want to share with us,
do you? Like confessing some sort of secret motive?
- N-O W-A-Y! No way!
(grumbling)
- Ugh.
- A word!
He literally told Nancy his plan!
- Even if Hart does have an evil plan,
it doesn't mean he'll go through with it.
I mean, he did wipe his feet when he came into the store.
He can't be all bad.
Now, let's get that next part!
(sighing)
- Try to talk some sense into him.
I'll keep an eye on this turkey.
- So what he's polite and full of cheer?
He can still be up to no good.
- Well, that may be. But if you see the best in people,
it brings out the best in people!
Got it!
(screaming)
- Hm.
(laughing)
- I give up. You try.
- Having faith in the positive flow of the universe is great,
but... please stop!
- Guava, there's nothing to worry about
except the next place we're going to.
It's been a dangerous day. Strap in, pal.
- Mm...
(tense music)
So, whaddaya think it's gonna be this time, Roi?
Sand snakes? Booby traps?
Giant juicers?
- Yep, I've got all these parts.
Hang tight.
- Eh, nice guy.
Hey, they even have a water cooler
with those paper cone cups.
- I guess I should've just come here to begin with.
Kind of a one-stop shop.
- Ah, well. You live, you learn.
Ain't that right, little champ?
- Here you go! All the parts you need.
Mission acom-pleted!
(laughing) - Yes! It's all here!
It was easy. Oh! It was all too easy.
For you see, I, Hart Spirit,
was never building a t-shirt cannon.
I was making you yourself
build a device to destroy you yourself. Ha!
- Yeah. I already knew that.
- Wha...? But then why are you helping me build it?
- Good question. - If you like questions.
- Is this some sort of trick? Or a ruse?
A ploy? A game? A master plan?
(chuckling) - You're gonna tie yourself
in knots trying to figure that out. It's Roi.
There's no deeper plan.
- But that doesn't make any sense!
- If you put out good vibes, you get good vibes back.
I just know you'll do the right thing.
- No, I won't! I like my plan.
Now, get ready!
- Stop! It's not gonna work!
Because I sabotaged the machine. Hahaha!
You see, while Hart was showing off to Nancy,
I put the green wire where the red wire should be.
- What? No!
- Great minds think alike, Guava.
I also sabotaged the machine.
But I put the red wire where the green wire should be!
Oh, drats.
- Ha! You unsabotaged each other!
- Well, guess what, everyone? I sabotaged the machine, too,
just now while you were talking.
You know, just in case I'm wrong about Hart
not going through with it. But I'm not.
- Woo! - Awesome!
- He's not awesome, because I counter unsabotaged
his sabotage, because I saw exactly
what he did just now.
Get ready to blow!
- Huh, he did it. I guess you were both right.
- Sweet nectarines! It's gonna blow!
Take cover!
(robotic voice): End of Roi in three, two, one...
(powering down)
Hello, Cincinnati!
(upbeat music)
T-shirt! T-shirt! T-shirt!
Make so me noise!
- What? No! Impossible!
(robotic voice): Shake, shake. Raise the roof.
Make some noise.
- It's a party in a box! Thank you, universe!
- You mean, "Thank you, Nancy."
I also sabotaged the machine.
It's not exactly white noise...
(screaming) But it should help me sleep.
- Then, yes! Thank you, Nancy.
You're not a bystander, you're an up-stander!
- Well, at least someone's picking up
on your positive vibes, Roi.
- Barf.
(robotic voice): T-shirt!
- Oh, look! It's Guava sized!
(robotic voice): Let's go viral.
- This one's for you.
I knew you'd do the right thing.
- But I didn't do the right thing.
I pushed the button.
- But did you really want to?
(robotic voice): Make some noise.
(shrieking) - Yes!
This isn't over! I'll be back
to bring it on again!
- I think he's coming around.
- I'm not!
(upbeat music)
- Ooh, is it party day today?
I love party day!
(laughing, cheering)
Yeah!
- Well, I have to admit
I don't always understand your unique brand of positivity,
but it seems to have worked out.
- It's universally juicy.
(others laughing, cheering)
- Yes! - Shake it. Move it.
(cheering)
- Ugh. I don't do high-fives.
And I definitely don't do freeze frames. Later.
- Yeah. That's long enough for me.
- So, how long do we hold this for?
Guys?
Uh, guys?
Guys?!