I'm Bam Margera.
And I feel like kicking my dad's ass
all day, today.
(Phil snores)
(thuds loudly)
- What happened?
- What?
- What's happening?
- What happened?
(rock music)
What the hell was that?
(door bangs)
Come on, Bam.
I gotta go to work, get off.
Stop it!
(slaps loudly)
Come on, I gotta go to work on time!
Will you stop?
(slaps loudly)
Stop it.
Now, you hit me in the nuts.
(crashes)
That's ridiculous.
(laughs)
Come on, Bam, you know my shoulder's sore.
Just stop, it's enough.
Hello?
Did you just call me?
How come you hung up?
Stop, Bam, I'm on the phone!
Stop it!
(slaps loudly)
I'm gonna have to kick the camera out of his hand.
How does he like that?
Bye-bye, camera.
Woo hoo!
(laughs)
(Phil snores)
(radio creaks)
(rock music) (bangs)
What the hell was that?
(rock music)
- Woo!
Phil's pies.
(Bam sings)
Damn, Phil, that's a pretty good job.
(footsteps)
A pie that you made,
(sings)
you fat bitch.
What's up with that?
Did it hurt?
- No. It's a fuckin' pie. - [April] Oh, man,
I just did may curtains, too. That sucks.
Would forget about the,
(gasps)
Bam, what the hell?
- Yeah, another one!
- Are you kidding me?
Is that another pie? - It doesn't make any sense.
- Is that another pie?
What are you, a jerk?
Now, I gotta get it outta there, Bam.
And that's behind the heater too, Bam.
There's no more, right?
Is that it, that's the end?
You swear?
Oh, man.
(gasps)
(beeps)
(laughs)
I'm so bummed.
(laughs)
- Phil comes home, in one hour.
He mows the lawn on every Wednesday.
So, we're gonna dig a hole, right here,
cover it up with sticks,
and then, he's gonna mow right into it.
- How big?
- [Bam] I want it massive.
(laughs)
(rock music)
- What are you doing?
- [Bam] We're diggin' a hole.
- For what?
- [Bam] Phil has to mow the lawn, today.
- [Raab] Nostalgia.
- [Bam] He's gonna fall into the hole.
We're gonna film from up in that roof.
It'll look perfect.
Come on, chill out.
- Look what you're doin' to the yard.
- [Bam] Well, look, we're savin' all the good grass,
right here, so we can just put it right back over,
like, nobody would even notice.
- Okay, deep enough.
Raise your right hand, raise your right hand.
I promise.
- [Bam] I promise.
- To put the dirt back in the hole.
- [Bam] To put the dirt back in the hole.
- And not by Chris.
- [Bam] And not by Chris.
- Or Chris.
- [Bam] Or Raab Himself.
- Okay, you hear me?
- [Bam] Okay.
I gotta get the truck.
(rock music)
That's good, are you covering it?
- Yeah.
- Put that carpet over it.
(rock music)
(laughs)
Look, he's goin'.
(laughs)
Film his face.
He has no idea what's gonna happen.
Look, yo, it's goin' around the border, right now.
Seriously, soon, it's gonna happen.
I'd say within four minutes.
(mower engine roars)
(laughs)
Are you pissed?
(rock music)
What's up, fat boy?
- [Phil] Hey, Ryan, we're gonna have a race,
I hope you know.
- What kinda race?
- [Phil] Foot race.
- Are you kidding?
- [Bam] My dad swears that he can beat you, in a race.
- [Phil] The tortoise and the hare.
- [Bam] Tell me we're not goin' for stamina.
I have a $40 bet with him.
- Start in the front?
- You start right there, you have to walk through here,
and you have to go through those leaves.
- Then we got back to the shed?
- [Phil] Time out, time out, I might get
out of breath, by then.
- Ready, get set,
go!
(rock music)
Go, Phil!
(rock music)
(laughs)
- Look who's goin' to win!
(laughs)
- Oh, man, that was so good!
- Dude, I knew somethin' was up.
Like, there's no way you could think he could beat me.
- What are you doin'?
- Well, I'm takin' out screws.
And when Phil sits down in his chair,
to balance his books,
he'll fall, I guess.
(laughs)
- That's pretty good.
Maybe you don't even need all of 'em off.
- You gotta make sure you get the front one out,
cus when he sits down, you want him to fall backwards.
- Yeah.
- I think the only one left is the front one.
- I think it's out, it's just, get the front one.
(groans)
- Oh, he's gonna get annihilated.
- Yeah.
- Do you think he would see the camera, here?
- No.
- Do you think you could see that?
- Yeah, but do you think it's gonna see him?
(cheerful music)
(Phil whistles)
(cheerful music)
(Phil mumbles)
(Phil whistles)
- Oh!
(crashes)
(footsteps)
(door creaks)
- Why does he sleep sideways?
(laughs)
(screams)
(laughs)
Oh my God!
(laughs)
Oh my God!
(yells)
Now what, now what?
(yells)
(punches loudly)