(evil laugh)
- At last, my greatest creation!
The ultimate evolution in breakfast sandwich.
A toasted avocado baco-bagel-rito
(sniffs loudly)
with cheese.
(drone zooms) - Wahoo!
(metal crashes) (surprised shout)
(guitar shredding)
(gasps) (air whooshes)
(thuds)
- Phew!
(liquid spilling)
(drone wooshes)
(frustrated grunt)
Sheldon!
I told you no drone-racing in the lair!
(scoffs)
- You guys have a giant skate-ramp in the house,
and I can't race?
- No, you can't.
- Why?
- Because I said so, emailed so, and texted so!
- That's so unfair!
I'm sick of this shell-pression.
Problem Donald? (cheese squishes)
(sighs)
- It's Sheldon.
I just upgraded his operating system to version 13.
- Wow.
13.
Feels like yesterday he was just a twinkle in your toolbox.
- Yeah, and now he's a pain in my shell.
He charges until noon, he's always coding back to me,
and now he's drone-racing all over the house.
I don't know what to do.
- Sheldon's at a delicate age.
You need to nurture his spirit or you'll drive him away.
(snaps)
- Uh, what is happening?
(clicks)
- Good morning.
I'm Dr. Feelings.
Welcome to my seminar,
"Hug It Out!"
- Dr. Feelings?
I thought you were Dr. "Delicate Touch."
- Dr. Delicate Touch feels nothing.
Lesson one.
"Because I Said So Is Not An Answer."
You need to learn a healthy way
to express your feelings to your family.
- Yes, feelings.
Hot, cold, hungry, sleepy--
(cane slaps) - No.
Feelings like anger.
(clicks)
Remind you of anyone?
- Nope.
(slides clicking)
(ominous music)
Wha--
(gasps)
(slides clicking)
No, anything but that!
Okay, teach me, doctor.
Teach me.
(crashes) (heavy metal music)
(air whooshes)
My dark matter accelerator!
Sheldon!
- Donnie, remember to express your feelings.
(clears throat)
- Sheldon,
I feel frustrated
when you destroy my priceless inventions.
- Eye roll.
- You did not just--
(clears throat)
- Fine, fine.
I feel very, very, that's two verys,
annoyed when you eye roll at me.
- (gasps) That's it.
You are grounded, young man!
(chains clink) - Literally.
- Hey!
- Donald!
(metal thuds)
- That is a restraining bolt.
From now on you do not go anywhere,
or do anything without my say so.
- 0-1-0-0-1, you!
- You watch your mouth, young man!
Sorry, Dr. Feelings, but I feel this was a job
for Dr. Actually-Solves-Problems.
(mysterious music)
(snores)
(metal clatters)
(struggled groans) (chains clinking)
(strained grunts)
(metal thuds)
(mysterious music)
(sirens)
(metal groaning)
(air whooshes)
(electric zaps)
(frustrated yell)
- We'll never win the drone-race with your scrapheap, Jase.
First prize is the shadow transmitter.
That thing can hack every system on the planet!
- Hey, look!
Isn't that the drone that belongs to Othello Von Ryan?
- A.K.A bootyshaker9000
A.K.A
- [All] Donnie.
- And he's all alone.
(drone whooshing)
Hey, little guy.
Why aren't you out there flying with your friends?
- 'Cause of this stupid restraining bolt.
Hey.
Wait.
You're The Purple Dragons.
You're bad guys!
- Us?
(laughs)
No, we're just misunderstood teens
who don't play by the rules.
(metal clinks)
Here, let me help you with that.
(mechanical whirring) (upbeat music)
(screwdriver whirring) (metal clinks)
- Cool!
Woo hoo!
(air whooshes)
Free the shell!
(laughs)
- Nice moves!
(drone whirring)
Hey, we were gonna go have some unsupervised fun,
maybe even hit the drone-races.
You can come if you want.
- Yeah, totally!
I mean.
(clears throat)
Cool, cool.
Whatevs.
(tires squeal)
(engine drones)
(lasers shooting) (grunts)
(metal clinks)
(loud snores)
(laser whirring)
(cheers)
(shushes)
(laughter)
(snores)
(car engine drones) (tires squeal)
- Well, now that you're a Dragon,
how'd you like to fly for us in a drone-race?
- Yeah.
(metal clangs)
- Dragons 'til the end.