We know you're Mr. Nice Guy.
- I'm not! - Oh, sure.
But I can tell you who is.
- Oh, sure. - Who is it?
It's Mr. Wallaby.
What?
No way.
Mr. Wallaby can't be Mr. Nice Guy, he's such a nice guy... oh...
I get it, I cracked the case. Way to go me.
Wait, why did you freak out when we pointed?
I was trying to protect you. Pointing is against the rules.
If Mr. Wallaby had seen you, you'd have been his next victims.
- I kind of believe him. - Yeah.
Come on, let's go wipe the smile off of Mr. Nice Guy's face.
How? No one is gonna believe us that Mr. Wallaby's a criminal.
We need proof.
What if we get him to reveal himself on live TV?
- Stop doing that. - OK.
We forgot the meatloaf.
Are you serious?
[yelling]
You're all fired!
[yelling]
- I'm here though! - Get out of here!
Well, are all my Wallaby Wascals ready to hear the song of the Golden Rules?
Yes!
Yes what?
Yes please.
That's right.
[music playing]
♪ Gather round my special friends As I share some helpfull tools ♪
♪ Have a ball while you're Following all my golden rules ♪
♪ (Rule one!) Never litter ♪
♪ (Rule two!) Put things back Where you got them from ♪
♪ (Rule three!) When you sneeze you must cover ♪
♪ (Rule four!) Use your inside voice indoors ♪
♪ (Rule five!) No pointing ♪
♪ (Rule six!) When you enter wipe your shoes ♪
♪ (Rule seven!) Chew with your mouth closed ♪
♪ Follow these and you'll never lose ♪
♪ Mr. Wallaby's Golden Rules ♪
[cheering]
Thank you, Wascals, thank you.
[doorbell ringing]
Someone's at the door.
I bet it's the mail snail with the snail mail
for the mail pail!
- Hello! - Oh, hey! What's up, Mr. Wallaby?
How's it going?
It's Captain Man and Kid Danger!
[cheering]
Please don't point, Pascal, it's against the rules,
and I just sang the song.
I don't mind when kids point at me.
Yeah, I just point right back at 'em. Yeah, pointing party!
[cheering]
[yelling]
Quiet for the calming bell! Being calm is always swell!
That's right.
Now we can say hello to our guests,
who did not wipe their feet before entering.
Oh, is that one of your rules?
I think you know that it is.
Aw, sorry big dog, I'll wipe it right now.
- Oh... - Wiping party!
Wiping party!
[yelling]
[bell ringing]
Quiet for the-- I said quiet for the calming bell!
Being calm is always swell!
Ah, sounds like somebody's not using his inside voice.
Yeah, it's that guy.
No pointing.
Ring, ring, ring, oh...
It appears I am recieving a call.
- Oh, on your cellular telephone? - Indubidably.
Hello? Yes, this is he!
What's that? You want me to talk louder? OK!
Use your inside voice...
[sneezing]
He didn't cover his mouth.
[sneezing]
Not obeying the rules!
I love these chips, these chips are dope.
- Yeah. - I love eating them with my mouth.
- Mm! - We always chew with our mouths closed.
Do we? Oh!
I also like to eat potato chips!
No pointing.
You know what? I'm done with these chips.
- Oh, whatever to do with the bag? - OK, OK, come on guys.
Yeah, I don't see a trash can anywhere.
- I don't see one. - It's right there!
Oh... so it is.
- Uh, maybe just... - I think I might just...
Just drop that.
[crying]
That's it!
Ooh, inside voice please.
No more Mr. Wallaby.
It's Mr. Nice Guy!
That's right, Pascal.
I've been trying to teach you people manners for years!
But none of you listen!
So now I'm going to make you behave.
- Not anymore, pal. - Yeah, you're going to jail.
And can I just say good plan, dude.
- Thanks. - Respect.
Now let's take this guy down to--
Oh!
[screaming]
Come on! You want a piece of Wallaby?
Yo, Mr. Wallaby is jacked.
Right?
You know what this means.
Laser party!
[cheering]
- Nice job, Kid Danger. - You too, Cap.
- Just wanted a nice little ending to it. - You sure did.
Just like the ending of Battle Pigs.
Whoa, he hasn't seen that movie yet, so no spoilers.
When you find out that Trotter and Pig Tail are working for the Russians.
You're gonna get it right now!
[screaming]