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Mm-hmm.

Out-of-towners, eh?

Let me welcome you.

Ciccio?

I am delighted to meet you, Number One and Number Two.

I love your stylish clothes.

Where did you get them?

A dead body?

Dead body.

I’m kidding.

Uh.

Look, Signor Vespa.

Signor Vespa?

This guy funny, hmm?

I am Ercole Visconti.

Five-time winner of the Portorosso Cup.

The Portorosso what?

The Portorosso Cup!

How do you think I paid for my beautiful Vespa?

Hey, stop looking.

She’s too beautiful for you.

I, uh.

I love it.

The little guy can’t even get a word out.

Oof.

And he smells like behind the pescheria.

Hey, my friend smells amazing.

Sorry, sorry.

I’ll make it up to him.

Ciccio, Guido.

What are you doing?

Luca!

Alberto!

Ah, just a little bath.

Oh, no, no, no!

It’s funny.

Huh?

No!

Huh?

Hey!

Ercole, basta!

Oh, look who’s here.

Spewlia.

Wow.

That’s how you’re training for the race?

Your reign of terror is coming to an end!

“Coming to an end.

You mean like a year ago?

When you quit in the middle of the race?

Because you couldn’t stop throwing up?

I didn’t quit.

They made me stop.

I think that is worse.

Now, go away.

I’m having fun with my new friends.

They’re coming with me.

Hop on.

I could use the extra weight.

Fine.

Go start a club.

For losers!

Maggiore!

Another sighting.

In the harbor, this time.

I know.

We are setting up a reward.

Someone’s gonna win a nice prize.

Me!

Me!

I win the prizes.

Ciccio!

Get your daddy’s harpoon!

We’re gonna catch a sea monster.

Sì!

Sto imbecille thinks he can be a jerk cause he keeps winning the race, which he shouldn’t even get to do anymore, cause he’s too old and too much of a jerk!

You know, we underdogs have to look out for each other, right?

What’s under the dogs?

Underdogs.

You know, kids who are different, dressed weird, or a little sweatier than average.

Uh.

Too much?

Too much.

So, are you in town for the race?

The Portorosso Cup?

Well, good talk.

I gotta deliver these.

Always be training, you know?

We should ask her about this Portorosso Cup race.

That’s how the loud scary human said

he got his Vespa.

Giulia!

Oh!

Uh, grazie.

Ciao.

Hey, uh, Spewlia?

Giulia.

My name is Giulia.

Okay.

When you race in a cup, what do you get?

Soldi.

Prize money.

Oh.

Okay.

No, no!

Keep going!

What?

Why?

Ask her about the prize money!

But that stuff is useless.

Maybe that becomes a Vespa.

How does that become.

Just ask her!

Fine, fine, fine.

Hello again.

Ciao.

Can we turn the money into something else?

Something like.

That.

Pfft.

No.

But it could get you that.

Whoo-hoo!

It’s so beautiful.

Yes, we need it.

Great, so we’ll just win the race.

You’ll have to beat Ercole.

Okay, so we’ll beat Ercole.

Huh.

Really?

Thinks he’ll beat Ercole, this guy.

First of all, get in line!

Every summer, that jerk makes my life miserable.

So, no one’s taking him down unless it’s me!

Second, this isn’t any old race.

It’s an epic, grueling, traditional Italian triathlon.

Swimming, cycling, and eating pasta.

So, you’d need a teammate.

Well, we’ll figure it out.

Thanks, human girl.

Hey, hey, wait.

Wait, Alberto.

What if we join her team?

Grazie!

Arrivederci!

Hmm.

Better idea.

Hey, Spew.

Girl!

Santa mozzarella.

Congratulations, you’re joining our team.

I race alone.

But we could be under the dogs, too.

Hey, it’s okay, Luca.

She’d rather do the whole race alone again.

Maybe this time she won’t throw up as much.

Uh, hang on.

You wanna be on my team, eh?

Let’s see what you got.

All right, try jumping onto it.

No, no, no.

You gotta show it you’re the boss!

Santa mozzarella.

Eyes up.

Huh?

Looking down is what’s making you fall.

Whoa.

Whoa.

I’m doing it.

So, can we be on the team?

Can you dodge obstacles?

What if an old lady crosses your path?

Can you withstand passive-aggressive verbal assaults?

“Nice bike, Number One and Number Two.

“I was kidding.

“Your bike is a disgrace.

Finally, can you handle the course’s fiendishly difficult terrain?

Silenzio, Bruno.

Hmm.

Stop.

What about you?

Can you swim at least?

Yeah, I’m amazingly bad at swimming.

You can’t swim, you can barely ride a bike.

I mean, where are you even from?

We’re not telling you our secrets!

We’re runaways.

Runaways?

I don’t know, ragazzi.

Please?

My family was gonna send me somewhere horrible.

Away from everything I love.

But if we win this race, well, we can be free.

My life’s great.

I’m just helping him out.

Hmm.

Just give me one more chance.

No.

You guys want it just as bad as I do.

You have the hunger.

That’s the most important thing.

I’m definitely hungry.

Perfetto!

You eat, you bike, and I swim.

Underdogs?

Underdogs.

Now we just need money for the entry fee.

From my dad.

All right, just let me do the talking and act casual.

He doesn’t do well with fear.

Hey, Papà!

I brought some friends for dinner.

Is there enough for four?

Whoa.

What’s wrong with you, stu.

What do you think he kills with those?

Anything that swims.

Hai visto il giornale today?

That photo is a fake, Papà.

Everyone in Portorosso pretends to believe in sea monsters.

Huh.

Well, I’m not pretending.

Huh?

Slipped.

Eh.

Phew!

Dinner’s ready.

Trenette al pesto.

Mmm!

Uh.

Mmm!

Okay.

Where did you boys say you were from?

They’re, uh, classmates.

From Genova.

Luca and, uh.

Alberto.

Alberto.

And what brings you to Portorosso?

Oh.

Uh.

Funny you should ask.

They came for the race.

The race?

Yeah.

Uh, you know what?

Don’t worry about it.

“Don’t worry about it”?

Mm-hmm.

Don’t worry about it.

Giulietta.

A word.

I don’t want you doing the race again.

You get so upset.

Papà, per favore, I have a team now.

There’s also the entry fee.

Money is tight.

I’ll work double shifts at the pescheria.

Whatever you need.

I can’t sell what I don’t have.

What I need is more fish in my net.

Um, excuse me?

We could help.

You know fish?

Oh, we?

We know lots of fish.

Huh.

Can this face lose?

You want to work?

I’ll put you to work.

Really?

Oh, grazie, Papà.

Machiavelli!

Don’t you.

No!

Machiavelli!

I’m so sorry about the cat.

I don’t know what got into him.

It’s fine.

We’re gonna head back to, uh.

Oh!

Do you guys need a place to stay?

Cool.

Oops!

Sorry.

This is my.

Your hideout.

Huh.

Yeah.

My hideout.

Buonanotte, boys.

Whoa!

Slipped.

Uh, see you in the morning.

That was close.

I know.

Like, how big was that dad human?

That guy kills things, for sure.

I thought we were gonna die, like, a hundred times.

Hey, relax.

We’re incredible at this humaning stuff.

Yeah.

You’re right.

Did you see me on the bike?

Giulia said, “Look up,”

and then all of a sudden, I was riding it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Our Vespa’s gonna be even better than a bike, though.

Because the moment we get it, we’re outta here.

I can’t wait.

How could my mother tell him about this town of bloodthirsty lunatics?

I still can’t believe he would do this.

It’s not like him.

Just keep your guard up.

There’s gonna be land monsters everywhere.

Daniela!

Ooh!

Wait!

Ow!

Ow!

No!

Not today, land monster!

It’s me!

Oh!

You scared the scales off of me!

Jeez, you’re strong!

I’m sorry, I’m just a little on edge.

No.

I needed that.

It really woke me up.

Wow!

We look horrifying.

Ugh, gross.

Come on.

Let’s find our son.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Alberto!

Wake up!

What?

Ahh!

The sky’s been leaking!

Hmm.

Uh.

Oh.

There you are!

Buongiorno.

All right, ragazzi.

You want that entry fee, you got to earn it.

Giulietta.

I’m on it!

you make the deliveries.

Already makin’ ‘em!

Ciao!

Hmm.

You two are coming with me.

Oh.

Which knife do I get?

Huh?

Huh?

You don’t.

Buongiorno, Massimo!

You’ll keep an eye out for those sea monsters, right?

We’re all counting on you.

Don’t worry, Tommaso.

I’ve got my eyes peeled.

They won’t get away.

Hey, this isn’t a joyride.

Make yourselves useful.

Uh.

Hey, no goofing around back there.

A sea monster ate it.

Huh?

What?

Ma, no.

This is how I came into the world.

Whoa.

Mannaggia, not a great catch today.

It might be because we’re over a haunted fish graveyard.

We know it’s not haunted.

The fish think it’s haunted.

This time of day, most fish will be right about there.

Hmm.

Ciao, Giulia.

Ciao.

Ha-ha!

New personal best!

Santo pecorino.

Shoo!

Shoo!

Your friends do know fish.

Benissimo!

Ooh, let’s go sign up.

Okay.

Okay.

Now, what’s our plan?

Think, Daniela.

Hey, everything’s always on you.

I wanna step up.

Uh.

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

I got this.

Oh, hello there, young man.

You’re not fooling anyone.

Lorenzo, eh-eh.

Did you really think you could get away with this?

Renzo.

You thought we wouldn’t find you?

Well, guess what?

I don’t think.

It’s time for us to go home.

Let that be a lesson to you!

Go, go, go!

Run before its mother gets here!

It turns out I don’t got this.

No, but I do.

I’ll know my son when I see him.

Ah, sharks.

Grazie, Papà!

Come on, we’d better hurry.

Okay.