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GEORGE: In association with Tree House Comix, Inc.

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GEORGE: All right, okay.

So A long, long, long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was a planet called Underpantyworld.

HAROLD: Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Okay, go.

GEORGE: That’s perfect.

That’s perfect.

Okay.

Underpantyworld was a peaceful planet where everybody wore only underwear.

Until it started to blow up for some reason.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Da-da.

GEORGE: Meanwhile, the leaders of Underpantyworld Big Daddy Longjohns and his wife, Princess Pantyhose saved their baby by stretching his underwear really far and then they shot him into space.

Godspeed, little Underpants.

Whee!

Whee!

And then he crashed on Earth, where he was raised by some nice Dolphins?

HAROLD: Yeah, dolphins.

Just go with it.

GEORGE: Okay, fine.

BABY CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS: Goo-goo, gah-gah.

Tra-la-la-la-la-la.

GEORGE: But the space baby grew up fast.

Look, Up in the sky!

It’s a bird!

It’s a plane!

It’s an egg salad sandwich.

And guess what?

I’m rotten.

Faster than a speeding waistband.

More powerful than boxer shorts.

KIDS: Yay!

You’ll never catch me, Captain Underpants.

Owie.

Able to leap tall buildings without getting a wedgie.

Hey, all right.

Good for you, pal.

Now put on some clothes, you weirdo.

No way.

I fight for truth, justice, and all that is pre-shrunk and cottony.

For I am.

HAROLD: Captain Underpants!

The origin issue.

It’s so good.

We should’ve done an origin issue ages ago.

Yeah, like, first.

You know, I’m not sure about the dolphins, though.

Yeah, I know.

It’s just.

I didn’t know if it was the thing where it’s, like, good weird or bad weird.

Like, is it something.

The origin issue!

I’ve told you two a thousand times not to draw these idiotic comics!

Freeze!

Hey, everybody!

Wait one second.

Hi.

I’m George Beard.

And this is my best friend, Harold Hutchins.

Hey.

Ah, man.

It’s okay.

We got more ideas.

See, Harold loves to draw and I love to tell stories.

And this old guy looking angry right here.

well, this is the worst principal in the world.

Mr. Krupp.

Mean old Mr. Krupp.

Hates anything fun.

Like comic books. recess.

Christmas.

SANTA: Ho, ho, whoa!

HAROLD: Even kittens!

Oh, my goodness.

Did that really happen?

Uh, no, not technically.

But it might as well have!

I’m sorry.

I’m still mad about the comic.

Yeah, me too.

And unfreeze.

In my office, now!

What is happening right now?

I don’t know.

GEORGE: Do you think he fell asleep with his eyes open?

Maybe.

Let’s try and leave and see what happens.

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: Door lock activated.

Wow.

That’s an expensive door.

It was a choice between the magnetic automatic door closer and the music and arts programs.

Pretty sure I made the right choice.

This morning’s school sign is supposed to read.

“Sewage plant field trips are today.”

So can either of you explain why it now reads.

“Come see my hairy armpits?”

I know you two are responsible.

How?

How do you know?

Do you have any proof?

I mean, this is a country of laws.

The proof is here.

Inside my gut.

He must have a lot of proof in there.

Quiet fives.

Quiet fives.

Hmm.

Ever since you attended this elementary school. you’ve been responsible for one prank after another.

Shh.

Wow, that’s a lot of pranks.

Yeah, when it’s cut all together like that, you really get a sense of the scope.

Some of those must’ve been really hard to pull off.

And dangerous.

Like that tiger.

Oh, that tiger was crazy.

For four long years you two have been disrupting the carefully calibrated, drone-like beehive that this elementary school is supposed to be.

I may not be able to prove it yet but I’m gonna get you two one day.

One day very, very soon.

All right.

Fair enough.

Get out of my office.

Now!

You see what we’re up against?

And that’s just a typical day at Jerome Horwitz Elementary.

More like Jerome Horwitz Penitentiary.

Hey, guys.

What’s going on, Tommy?

Same old, same old.

Poor kid.

Time to have fun with history.

Memorize these dates 1827, 1853, 1914, 1926.

First graders.

Always hits them the hardest.

Hold on a sec.

So that’s why we do what we do.

He’s left us no choice.

Our pranks and practical jokes are the last line of defense against the injustice of our terrible principal.

MELVIN: Well, well, well.

I heard you both got into a bit of the old trouble today.

How’d you hear that, Melvin?

Did you tattle-tale on us?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.

I did.

Someone has to stand up for the Man.

No one has to stand up for the Man.

That’s the whole point of the Man.

He stands up for himself, Melvin.

Respectfully disagree.

KRUPP: Attention, everyone.

Principal Krupp here with an announcement.

This Saturday is the mandatory Invention Convention.

Boo!

Oh, what?

Yes!

That’s our third Saturday this month!

You must be here with your inventions at 8:00 am.

Is there no justice?

I know that’s early for Saturday, but don’t worry.

You should be done by 9:00 pm.

Tree house?

Tree house.

Welcome to the world headquarters of Tree House Comix, Inc.

Yep.

This is where the magic happens.

Not, like, actual magic.

No, we’re not practicing the dark arts.

No, here we just hang out and make comics and try to make each other laugh.

That’s how we became friends.

This is me in kindygarten.

And this is me.

George and I aren’t friends yet.

But we’re about to be.

The seventh planet from the sun is called.

Uranus.

MS. DAYKEN: Scientists refer to Uranus.

Your anus as one of the planets.

I know.

known as a gas giant.

I don’t get it.

It’s just science, guys.

As I was saying.

Hey, I’m George.

You wanna hang out in my tree house after school?

You have a tree house?

Ever since then, we’ve created hundreds of comics in here.

Like the Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman.

And who could forget Sad Worm?

It was a worm who was sad.

That one’s still a work in progress.

But the all-time greatest superhero that we’ve ever created was.

The Amazing Captain Underpants.

HAROLD: See, most superheroes look like they’re flying around in their underwear.

Well, this guy actually does.

Come on, let’s get to work.

Hey, tell me what you think.

Oh, I can’t wait to draw this.

Tra-la-laaa!

Wait, wait.

Don’t move, don’t move.

Mr. Hutchins, I gotta say your drawings get better with every issue.

Because your words inspire greatness, Mr. Beard.

Good night, Harold.

Good night, George.

I love Saturday

When anything is possible

I love Saturday

‘Cause I can wear my pajamas all all day

I love Saturday

‘Cause I can watch TV all day Day

I can pee a little bit in my underwear

And no one will mind

Where are you going with that?

Do you really do that?

No.

What are you talking.

It’s just something I could do because.

Monday’s an eternity away

When it is Saturday

Saturday

GEORGE’S MOM: Get in the car, boys.

You’ve got the Invention Convention today.

KRUPP: This thing on?

Quick announcement.

Our science teacher, Mr. Fyde, is no longer with us.

He’s dead?

What?

No.

Not like that.

He wanted to spend Saturday with his family.

So I fired him.

I’ll find a replacement next week.

Ahem!

Anyway on to Melvin Sneedly with the first of his 16.

Actually, it’s 17.

17 inventions.

Take it away, Melvin.

I will now demonstrate a prototype which I call the Robotic Sock Matcher.

Never waste time matching your own socks again.

The Electromagnetic Lint Collector.

Digital Paper Sorter.

It’s the homework.

Automatic cushion.

Make it end!

And the personal favorite, the binder binder.

Having trouble organizing your binders?

Well, look no further than this giant binder for binders.

Three-hole punch.

This is the stuff of nightmares.

We have to do something about this.

I don’t know.

Krupp looks serious this time, George.

Maybe we should just lay low for a while.

Lay low?

Look at our fellow children.

Look upon their sad, miserable, pathetic faces.

Come on, Harold.

If you won’t do it for me and you won’t do it for you do it for future generations.

Save the first graders the kindygarteners, the unborn from a life of eternal boredom!

Okay, let’s do this.

Feast your eyes on this.

The Turbo Toilet 2000!

Check it out, people.

It’s already programmed with my personal potty playlist.

Screwdriver.

Oh, samba!

MELVIN: Once you’re done using the facilities hit the button and let my toilet wash itself.

Now included, automatic toilet paper wiping claw.

Trademark.

Um.

I said no!

Huh?

Oh.

Melvin, turn that thing off.

I’m trying to, but it’s not cooperating.

Best Prank.

BOTH: Ever.

Well, that brings our story to its happy conclusion.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed the film.

It was certainly shorter than we expected.

What more is there to say?

Our fellow students got to enjoy their weekend.

Which, by the way, they are legally entitled to.

And good triumphed over evil once and for.

Oh, boys!

A moment, please.

What’s happening to his face?

I think he’s smiling.

I’m so cold.

So, so cold.

I’ll let myself in, receptionist lady.

Melvin.

What’s he doing here?

You see, Melvin is yet to demonstrate his most impressive invention from today.

It was a little extracurricular project I asked him to come up with myself.

I call him the Tattle Turtle 200.

On the outside, it resembles a turtle.

But on the inside, oh, look at this.

It’s a nanny cam!

Oh, Melvin.

How fun.

Let’s see what it recorded.