You guys notice anything different about me?
- D'you get a haircut? - Lose weight?
- Nose job? - I bought a sword.
[screaming]
[crunching]
- Do you love it? - No!
- No! - Terrified!
What, it's a sword!
I can use it to slice things, dice things, fight ninjas,
make sure my hair looks perfect, which it does.
Or accidentally kill us, because you're completely reckless?
That is my concern.
Terrified.
I'm not reckless. Jasper, put this can on your head.
I'm gonna cut it in half.
- Help me. - OK, dude,
look, these cans aren't for sword practice.
Anything can be used for sword practice. That's what's so great about swords.
Trying to find a platinum Frittle chip and win a prize.
You know what can find a platinum Frittle chip?
- Please don't say, "my sword". - Justice.
- Hmm... And there it is. - Which is the name of my sword.
Ray, if you want in on the Frittle prize, you have to put the sword away.
Fine.
[clanging]
Pretend like that worked.
So, uh, what's this Frittle prize you're talking about?
[groaning]
Haven't you seen the commercial? It's been on TV, like, all day, every day.
Yeah, that's the one where Jack Frittleman's like,
Hey, kids! Do you like winning things for eating things?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Well, then you're in luck, because I've hidden one platinum Frittle chip
inside one full-size can of Frittles.
And whoever finds that platinum Frittle chip
wins a... tell 'em Delilah.
A free trip to Frittleland for you and all your Frittle friends.
Where you'll have lunch with me, telenovela star Juantonio Cruceras.
So, buy, buy, buy, and eat, eat, eat,
and win, win, win!
- Frittles! Put 'em in your mouth! - Frittles! Put 'em in your mouth!
Oh, that commercial.
Um, fellas, fellas!
Oh, no, no, no, no. He's asking for it, Mr. Frittleman.
- Don't you do it! - He's asking for it.
Ow!
OK, say hello to my Frittle friend!
[thunk]
Oh, right in the eye. OK, that's how you wanna play?
- That's enough. - Oh, is it enough?
Let me just adjust this gauge right here and we'll see if it's enough.
[gun shooting cans rapid fire]
[screaming]
[sparks flying, buzzing]
[alarm going off]
[hissing]
What's happening?
Why is that light flashing?
They jammed the system controls.
Now the corn compressors are building up an extreme amount of pressure, and...
And they can't release the corn gas!
Attention! This is Jack Frittleman. Run.
[screaming]
[machine sparking]
[whirring]
[sparking]
[crashing]
[banging]
[alarm buzzing]
[screaming]
My mug!
[banging]
[explosion]
[alarm sounding]
What's happening?
Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning!
The corn compressors are building up an extreme amount of pressure!
[crashing]
I think it's gonna blow!
Oh, not again!
It's OK, I can manage this! I can manage this project!
[arguing]
Alright, alright, alright!
Attention, everyone! This is, uh, Danny Tanner, Frittle employee.
I work here. Uh, hello. What do you want me to say?
- Run! - Run!
[screaming]
Run to your homes!
Alright, let's get out of here. This place is about to blow!
Right!
[alarm sounding]