- Okay. Where is the copy button?
[bubbling noise]
Bubbles? Cool!
[machine playing disco music]
♪ ♪
Solid beat!
But not why I'm here.
Is this the copy button?
[machine whirring]
What? No!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Help!
- Ruby, what's the matter?
[printer whirring ceases]
- This stupid thing shredded our graphic novel!
- Oh, my gosh, no!
- I got your text.
You found the graphic novel?
Where was it?
- Hey, are you guys throwing
a bubble party without me?
Rude!
- Ruby, Darby?
Why are you acting so weird?
Where's the graphic novel?
- Which graphic novel?
- Our graphic novel?
Why would I be asking about
any other graphic novel?
- Um, I don't know.
There are just so many great ones to choose from!
- Darby texted us that you found it.
- Wow, I guess I did.
[laughs nervously] I mean,
of course I did.
Text that, with my thumbs.
[nervous laughter]
- What Darby meant to text is that
we found the person who accidentally
got the comic in their bag.
- Great!
- But, unfortunately, they threw it away by mistake.
- Not great.
But that's okay.
I'll just have to search every trash can in the mall.
It's gotta be in one of them!
- Why did you tell Milo that the graphic novel
was in the trash? - Well,
I couldn't tell him that it was shredded!
I can't be the cause of another White Christmas.
- It's shredded?
- Maybe we can fix it.
Here, help me put together these scraps.
C'mon, it'll be fun.
It's like doing a puzzle.
- Yeah, a million-piece puzzle,
where every piece is the same shape
and there's no finished photo to guide us!
- Exactly, fun!
Now hurry.
- Bad news, the custodian already
emptied all the trash cans into the dumpster out back.
Come on, Ruby.
We're going dumpster diving.
- Wait, what?
- Yeah, our graphic novel's buried in there somewhere.
It's up to us to find it.
- Right.
And since I can't think
of a single good reason
why we shouldn't do that,
I guess we're doing that.
- Aww.
I love dumpster diving.
How come Ruby gets to do all the fun stuff?
- All right, are we doing this?
- I guess this is the only way.
- On the count of three.
One, two, three!
You didn't jump!
- Oh.
I thought you were gonna count to four.
- Okay, fine.
Four!
- [inhales]
Huh.
It's wetter than I thought.
- Let's get looking.
Our graphic novel has to be in here somewhere.
- Yep.
This is the one
and only place it could be.
- This is disgusting!
Diapers,
dirty socks...
Who's throwing away this much cheese?
What?
- My friend Margaret from back home
once ate so much cheddar,
she could cry melted cheese.
If you showed her a sad movie, she could cover
an entire tray of nachos.
- I'll take your word for it.
No sign of our graphic novel, though.
I think we may have to go deeper.
- Yes, deeper,
where the older, smellier garbage is.
- Fish gut duty again.
[guts splattering]
Ugh. Ugh.
- Gross!
Did someone just throw away a bunch of fish guts?
- It sure tastes like it.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
This is useless!
We're never gonna be able to get this done
in time for the party tomorrow.
And my brilliant exploding doughnuts
will never get the respect they deserve.
- We can still pull something together.
I mean, look at this page I just finished!
It doesn't look anything even remotely close to the original,
but it's a technically a page of a graphic novel!
- Wait, I wonder if this thing has an un-shred feature.
- You can't un-shred something
that's already been shredded.
That's not gonna work.
Why would you think that--
[printer screeches]
- Nope.
Just shredded it even more.
Maybe if I do it a third time...
- Hurley!
- Find anything over there?
- Not yet.
- Me neither. - Ew.
- Just more cheese, if you can believe that.
What if our graphic novel's not in here?
I don't know what I'll do if it's just gone forever.
- Hey, don't be so down in the dumps.
- Ruby.
We're literally in a dumpster.
- [giggles] I know.
Milo?
There's something I have to tell you.
The graphic novel isn't--
- Look out! Incoming bird!
Close the lid!
[cawing]
Ah, there's two lids!
Not now!
[aggressive cawing] [kids screaming]
[gasps]
- You know, when you aren't worried
about any of it making sense,
these pages actually come together pretty quickly!
How's it coming on your end?
- Good, good, I'm just making us a little snack.
We're gonna need some energy if we wanna finish this thing.
Did you know this thing has a toaster?
[device beeps]
[panting]
- Are you two okay?
- Yes.
But if an angry bird comes looking for us,
tell him you haven't seen us.
Got it?
- The bigger issue is that
we didn't find the graphic novel.
All of our hard work, just gone.
It's so upsetting.
- Okay, I have some good news,
and I have some bad news.
The good news is,
our graphic novel isn't gone.
It's actually right here in this room.
But, uh,
I think the bad news speaks for itself.
- That's our graphic novel?!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
It's happening.
My hair's turning white, isn't it?
- Nah, just the back.
Wait, never mind, I think it's mayonnaise.
Or bird poop.
Ew, gross!
Mayonnaise.
I hate mayonnaise.
- I can't believe all of our hard work
is just gone.
- [whispering] I think maybe we should leave.
There's literal smoke
coming out of his ears.
- Oh, it's actually my toast burning,
but yes, let's give them a minute.
[printer beeps] [printer pops]