Boyster (2014) s01e08 Episode Script

This is the story of an extraordinary oyster.
[music.]
Born from a toxic spill, he was adopted by humans with his shell brother.
And now, he must hide his secret oyster powers.
[theme music plays.]
[electricity zaps.]
[Boyster.]
Boyster! Hmm.
Nah.
Nah.
Ooh! Do I look awesome, or do I look awesome? [groans.]
How's mine? Hm.
It's lacking a little what's the word? Volume and style and shape.
[groans.]
But otherwise you're great.
Ha! Check out cactus-head and the human marshmallow! [both laughing.]
Hey, yeah, laugh it up, but we'll see who rocks - the yearbook pictures.
- Ha! Like we care about stuff like that.
Huh? [exclaims.]
Maybe you just need a little product.
Don't worry.
We can always find you a bigger hat.
[groans.]
Ah, come on hair! Grow! Why isn't it working? Uh, it says here you only get results if you buy all the DVDs.
[sighs.]
Sorry Boyster, we molluscs are late bloomers.
I've been waiting years for my mustache to come in.
But like Consuela said to Eduardo after the meat-grinder accident in season two: "True beauty is on the inside.
" Really? It's a figure of speech, you ignoramus.
Hmm.
I think I might know where to get some hair! Something in here is bound to work.
[music.]
[both laughing.]
Ugh.
- I think we have a winner.
- Very contemporary.
[sizzling sound.]
Boyster, you are on fire.
I know.
It's really working for me.
- No, I mean you're on fire! - Huh? [screams.]
[splashing.]
[moans.]
Hm.
Just as I suspected.
A hyper-allergic reaction to toupee glue.
I'm prescribing no wig-wearing for the rest of your life.
Huh? [blows.]
[beeping.]
Ooh! Time for Antics Roadkill! [whistles.]
[tires screech.]
Good day, kind sir.
Please convey me to 8577 Hendrie, post haste.
You got it, boss.
Huh? Not even the weirdest thing I've seen this week.
[cries.]
What am I gonna do? I'll be Huh? Just fine! [school bell rings.]
[door opens.]
[all.]
Huh? [music.]
[girls swoon.]
Whoa! [mumbles.]
Huh? Boyster? Hi, Boyster! Check out the new you! Hey, Boyster! Lovin' the spiky fro, bro! Hey, yo, wassup Boyster? Lookin' sharp! Word.
[fish yelling.]
Hey pinhead, think fast! [grunts.]
[all gasp.]
[all laughing.]
Pipe down! Or I'm canceling yearbook pictures.
In fact, I'll cancel the whole yearbook.
What say, Pluss-man? It's a little hard to hear you over that tie.
[all gasp.]
You think that's funny? I'll see you in detention.
No prob.
[grunts.]
Let's make it a week of detention! Guess I'll be needing some shades.
[grunts.]
Wow, Boyster.
Mr.
Pluss is such a bully.
You really stood up to him.
It's just what I do.
So we hangin' after school or what? - Don't you have detention? - [scoffs.]
I don't see that happening.
[all exclaim.]
Tell you what.
The raddest dude in school deserves more than just one yearbook photo.
I should be on every page of that bad boy! Are you feeling OK, Boyster? [Mr.
Pluss over PA.]
Attention chess club.
Please report to the activities room for your yearbook photo.
[Ozzy.]
Then report to my locker for your wedgies.
[laughs.]
[Mr.
Pluss.]
I'll see you in detention, Oswald! [giggling.]
[door opens.]
Boyster? OK, Chess Club! Say "Checkmate!".
- [all.]
Checkmate! - [Boyster.]
Yeee-haaaa! [camera clicks.]
[music.]
OK, Extreme Dining Club, say "wasabi"! Wasabi! Aaah! What happened? I guess my new 'do is not a fan of wasabi.
Maybe it's just as well.
You've been acting really weird lately.
I have? Wow, I Hey, get over it, amigo.
I gotta bounce.
Circus club photo is about to drop! Boyster! OK, Circus Club.
Say "Cheese"! "Cheeeeeese"! Yaaaaaaa! [grunts.]
Boyster! More photos! [Rafik.]
I'm telling ya, I don't even know him anymore.
He's all full of himself.
It's like he's turning into - You? - Yes, exactly! I think this all started with the fishy hairdo.
This, we found it at the pet store.
Hmm, I believe I recognize that creature from my favorite nature show, When Animals Attack a Mime.
[kid screams.]
[male announcer.]
Yeouch! That's gotta hurt.
Worse yet, the sting of the pufferfish is highly poisonous.
Poisonous?! You think that's why he's been acting so weird? It must be! The poison is traveling from the pufferfish into Boyster's circulatory system which feeds part of the brain that regulates modesty, decorum and socially acceptable behavior! QED.
- Hey, uglies! - [both.]
Huh? Ha, made ya look! I see you're scoping out the new man-hair.
It's all good.
- What's with the chest fish? - It's my new manly bod.
Well, B-man out.
Diving club photo's about to go down.
Boyster, those fish, they're poisonous! They're infecting your brain! You've got to get rid of them! [scoffs.]
- Ya-ha! - Whoa! Hands off the merch! [screams.]
[groans.]
[screams.]
Look, I think I know what's going down here.
- Good.
- I'm just a little bummed that my two best buds are so jealous of my sick man-scaping.
Later, losers.
OK, Diving Club, say "belly flop!" [Boyster.]
Hold the roll, sweet cheeks.
How about I give ya an action shot? Boyster, it's Lunatic's Leap! No one's ever jumped it before! It's just to scare the competition! I can't watch! [all screaming.]
Start snapping, sugar lips.
I got your cover shot right here.
[Rafik and Shelby.]
Stooop! [exhales.]
You know, this jealousy trip is really getting old.
We can't let you destroy yourself for the sake of good hair.
And according to Hair Styles of the Rich and Famous, pufferfish-hair is so last season! [Boyster.]
Step off, wiener-dogs! Sorry, buddy.
This is for your own good.
[grunting.]
That better not be wasabi! You're sushi! No! [video game sounds.]
[Ozzy.]
Oh, look at this, Arthur's brought us a gift.
A brand new Playbox To Go.
Thanks Arthur.
[all laughing.]
[chuckling.]
[grunts.]
Game over, Oswald! Whoa.
What happened to me? Thanks for the rescue mission, guys.
You really had my back.
It was a mere trifle.
Come on! Let's get down from this crazy height! What? [screaming.]
Don't let go, Shelby! I'm trying not to [all screaming.]
I'm coming, guys! [screaming.]
Gotcha! Wow, a reverse synchro 13-and-a-half in pike position! Ahh! [giggles.]
Wassup, Boyster? Lookin' sharp! That other do was pretty cool, but I like the real Boyster better.
Thanks, Alicia.
Everyone's being so nice to me.
I guess cool hair doesn't matter after all.
Maybe it's OK to just be yourself.
Well, that's fine for you, but that's 'cuz you're not walking around with this [Arthur screaming.]
[Boyster.]
Exploding wheelbarrow on your left! [Rafik.]
Got it! Haa! In your face! [gasps.]
The final level! Watch out for Masked Mole? Got him! Ah, my glasses! Curse you, ninjas! - Who wants snacks? - Bruce! Move! I can't see! [laughing from game.]
[both.]
Nooooo! Sorry, Raf', I thought you guys might be hungry.
[groans.]
Thanks, Bruce! Nice idea! So, just thought we might be hungry, huh? Yeah and I also wanted to ask you if you could buy me some, uh marbles? [screams.]
[grunts.]
Please, Raf? Please buy me some marbles.
Be your best friend! - No.
- Not even one little marble? [screams.]
[grunts.]
Why don't you just give the little guy a marble? - I don't wanna talk about it.
- If you don't have enough money, I could always make him some pearls.
No! No marbles and no pearls! Sorry.
Just trust me, I have my reasons.
Now, come on, it's payback time for that Masked Mole! See ya tomorrow! Hmm? [sobbing.]
This is never gonna work.
[scoffs.]
Psst, Bruce Here, take these.
Marbles! Yes! Thank you, thank you! Mr.
Hairy, where are your manners! - Say thank you to Boyster! - You're welcome.
Hey, how come Rafik gets so upset when you ask him for marbles? Because Well, one day he accidentally stepped on some marbles and he fell down the stairs and now he's got marblephobia! Marblephobia? I never heard of that.
It's very rare.
He's really embarrassed about it.
You should never talk about marbles around him.
Huh? [Bruce.]
Hey, Boyster! Got any more marbles? I'm such a dope.
I lost the ones you gave me.
I didn't realize I had a hole in my pocket.
- Did you cut that yourself? - What? Why would I do that? So how 'bout those marbles? Please? OK, wait here.
Colored ones would be great! Here ya go.
I found these in my room.
Cool! Thanks, Boyster! [whistling.]
[video game sounds.]
Huh? [yawning.]
[ripping.]
[screams.]
[school bell rings.]
- You sure you're OK? - Of course.
Why do you ask? Uh, no reason So, up for some Ninja Gnomes - at my place after school? - Hmm? No! OK, take it easy.
We can play at your house.
Ah, I promised to help my Mom clean carburetors - I gotta go to the bathroom! - Hmm Marbles! Marbles! Bruce! I've already given you like a thousand! And, by the way, I checked online.
There's no such thing as "marblephobia'! Uh, that's cause it's "marble-o-phobia.
" You musta misspelled it.
Huh? OK, meet me at my house, after school.
Oh, thanks! Shopping day.
All right, this time I'm gonna make him so many marbles he'll have to leave me alone.
I knew it! You're making marbles for Bruce! [swallows.]
Who me? I can't believe you lied to me! To me! Your best bud! Wow.
Bruce was right.
Marbles really mess with your head.
It's OK, Rafik! Bruce told me about the marble-o-phobia.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
We all have our little Marble-o-phobia? What Oh, he is good.
He is really good.
What do you mean? He was lying? [groans.]
Look, Bruce is the one with the problem, not me.
He has "Marble Madness".
Once he starts to play, he just can't stop.
And then he needs more and more marbles, because he always loses.
Why didn't you just tell me all this? How could I? It's so humiliating.
- Huh? - Who do you think taught him to play? Ah.
[doorbell rings.]
Huh? [both.]
Bruce! "This is a message from the Eighth Street Shooters! If Bruce's debt isn't paid by bath time [gasps.]
we'll cut off the other arm!" [screams.]
Poor Mr.
Hairy! Why'd he have to get caught up in all this? Come on! We gotta stop these maniacs! [birds squawking.]
Bruce! Bruce?! Yo! Are you here?! [whirring.]
Rafik! Get on! [both.]
Hmm? [Boyster.]
These are the Eighth Street Shooters? [Rafik.]
Look! Bruce! [bell dings.]
[gulps.]
Hi! I'm Geena! So wanna play? We're here to take care of Bruce's debt.
[laughs.]
That's what he owes.
[all gasp.]
But I'm a fair person so I'll give you some time to pay up.
You have 15 minutes.
Or it's goodbye Mr.
Hairy.
- Rafik! Do something! - You monsters! You'll never get that gum out of his fur! This is my fault.
I got Bruce into this; - I'm gonna get him out.
- Hmm OK.
So I sink a marble into each of the five holes, and you let Bruce and Mr.
Hairy go.
And when you fail, I get all your video games.
[laughs maniacally.]
Enough yakkin'.
Time to shoot some marbles.
- Yeah! - Mm.
[rumbling.]
Oopsy Did I forget to mention this part? My bad.
Hey! That's cheating! [groans.]
Heh-heh.
[screams.]
[applause.]
[panting.]
[grunts.]
[beeping.]
[screams.]
[giggles.]
Oopsy! [gasps.]
Way to go! One more, Boyster.
You got this! [gasps.]
[screams.]
[laughing.]
[cheering.]
[grunts.]
[all slurping.]
This isn't over! Nobody beats Geena! [rumbling.]
[all screaming.]
[Geena screams.]
[screams.]
[all grunting.]
It's not my fault! It's his! [screams.]
[groans.]
This isn't over! You haven't seen the last of Geena! [man.]
Oh, Geena, honey! Where have you been? [woman.]
It's time for your anger management class! [Geena cries.]
[giggling.]
Hey, guys, I'm really sorry I lied to you.
This time I'm really done with marbles.
Promise.
- I'm glad.
- So I'll just go over there and play.
Hmm Bruce Fine.
[Rafik.]
And the ones in your pocket [Bruce groans.]
[Rafik.]
And your shoe and the one in your hair.
[Bruce groans.]
[Rafik.]
And that one.