- Twitler got away. - What?
And he stole Kid Danger's superpowers.
[in unison] What?!
Yeah, check it out.
- Testing rock! - What?
Ow!
See?
Hey, little fella.
You fell asleep, little guy?
What's up?
Oh, I said you fell asleep!
[blares horn]
Dude, come on!
Come on, man, I'm up!
Yeah!
[shouting]
I got one!
Hey, what's going on here?
[grunts]
Right now, we're gonna track that van and find your prizes.
And the criminals who made you burglarize yourself.
Right, but first...
[screaming]
Ow!
Kid Danger and I might not be able to see,
but we can still punch!
[grunts]
[laughs]
Hey, Kid! I think I got Heather!
Or maybe one of her photographers.
Kid! Kid!
- Hey, hey, hey! - You hit me!
Oh...
[alarm blaring]
[slow-mo voice] I got it!
Great, now hurry!
[screaming]
[loud bang]
Ow!
The door didn't break.
Here, let me help you.
Whoa, wait. What are you doing?
[screaming]
[grunts]
It's Captain Man and Kid Danger!
You threw me through the door!
Well, the past is the past.
[screaming]
[siren blaring]
Oh, great!
You ruptured the ionic oxidizer.
- I did? - Yeah!
He threw me!
Turn the gravity back on.
Wait.
[grunts]
[computer] Gravity on.
Come on, you dumb phone! Will you let me in already?!
[phone dings] Too many attempts.
Phone overheating.
That's not good.
Temperature critical.
Contact fire department using another phone.
[elevator dings]
Hey, Piper, you need me to help you with your--
Oh, it's Piper's phone.
Hey, Piper, your phone's on the gr--
[Piper screams]
I should not have come to work today.
Will this hurt?
No!
You promise?
No!
Jump!
[screaming like Frankini]
Stop screaming like that!
[groaning]
Bro my God!
[laughing]
Oh, my goodness!
I'm okay!
[grunting]
Nuh-uh, dude.
You're gonna have to zap me harder than that.
Come on, Kid, I'm trying to help you. Just drop.
Sorry.
Three little laser shots can't hurt me.
[groans] That did it.
[beeping] What's that beeping?
I don't know.
Uh... Dude...
Did you forget to turn off the pulse grenade?
[beeping faster]
Oh, n--
It was a joke. Relax.
What, you break your funny bone, too?
Actually, he did. Look.
The break is in his humerus bone.
Oh, yeah. Right there.
Hey! What the heck, dude?
Stop, what are you doing?
Stop! Stop!
You're poking me in those broken parts of my bone right now.
Can you stop? Can you stop?
Okay, easy!
That's right, keep them closed.
- Ah! - What was that?
- [screams] - Uh, it's the ghost!
I'm bringing it out now!
Everybody keep your eyes closed till I tell you to open 'em!
[grunting]
Try using your other senses to find him,
like feel, or smell.
I can't smell punches, dude!
Can you feel 'em?
Yeah, I can feel all of them.
I'm having trouble here. This mole is too swole.
[shouting]
[grunts]
[screams]
I bet he's way better looking than you.
- Not possible. - Yep.
He's probably in his early 30s.
That's enough.
Yeah, I bet he's going to kiss her so good.
Oh! Oh, Gwen, you're just like a princess! Oh!
Oh, your lips feel like hot pie!
[screaming]
It's not my fault if she likes younger guys.
Ah, no!
Ah! There's some gray hair! It's just some gray hair!
[grunts]
Keep going! You gotta make him madder!
Yeah, I'm working on that!
Come on. You ain't so bad.
- [screaming] - You ain't so bad!
This is so cool to watch.
I'm glad you're having a good time.
Go!
[grunts]
[screaming]
She probably makes muffins for lots of guys.
She only makes muffins for me!
Oh, God!
Henry!
[screaming]
You gonna turn it off?
I'm thinking about it.
I win! I win! Turn it off!
Turn it off!
- Okay, now I turn it off. - Okay!
[laughing]
[groaning]
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow!
Well?
Henry has a dislocated buttock.
What?
Well, how do we fix him?
It.
You know, the buttock.
You grab his ankles,
Charlotte and I will grab his wrists.
What? That doesn't... Wait, what's gonna happen here?
On two everyone yank and shake.
Yank and shake? That doesn't sound--
On two!
Ah! Ah!
Oh, my God! Ah!
[screaming and grunting]
[grunting]
This is the best fight I've ever had in my entire life.
Now!
[grunting]
[clapping]
- You alright? - No.
He's alright.
[grunting]
[both] Ha!
Run it!
[clapping]
Hey, what is that?
Oh, it's like a steel pipe.
Why would it...?
Brad!
What are you...?
- [screams] - Brad!
Quit your job.
This has to stop, Brad!
Oh, why?! Why?! Why?!
Oh, my gosh!
Help! That jerk just stole my phone!
Hey! Whoa, man! Just give her back her phone!
What the butt do you think you're doing?
Oh, my God!
[screams]
Almost got it.
[grunting]
[screaming]
Ooh.
I think it worked.
Do you feel any pain?
Nope.
[giggles]
Thanks, guys.
You relocated my buttock.