The Weekenders (2000) s03e02 Episode Script
Lucky Shoes
I hear these big discount
clearance sales are brutal.
Hey, discount sales may be vicious,
but just think of the money we'll save!
Just give it!
We saw it first!
For a 23 cent deep dish, I'll hold
on until closing time!
Then "bone" appétit, dude!
Where's Carver, anyway?
Yeah.
Carver's so competitive.
I wouldn't think he'd want to miss this
mano a mano shopping combat.
But I have a feeling he'll
turn up with an explanation
that will change the course
of our entire weekend.
It's only a guess, but you know I'm right,
don'tcha?
If anyone finds the matching half of this
in a light beige crust, I'll take it!
Guys, you are never going to guess
who I ran into after school!
Let's see, was it --
Attention, shoppers!
All designer pizzas have
been marked down 75%.
That's the big surprise?
You ran into Laird from Campo Fields?
Hope you did it with a bulldozer.
Yeah, good one.
Lair challenged me to a 5k run in the
park, and I accepted his bet.
You bet him?!
But, he's a track star!
Don't worry, I didn't bet money.
Well, that's good,
'cause he'd kick your
I just promised that if he wins, you guys
will be his personal attendents for a week.
It's no big deal.
You just have to clean his room, walk his
dog, and give his grandma a sponge bath.
Sponge bath!?
Don't worry, I can't lose.
I'll be wearing my lucky pair of Tommy
Hugo 800 series running shoes.
Pardon me.
I feel the need to raise my voice.
Lucky shoes!?
That is the most
preposterous thing I've ever.
Hmm?
Mmm?
What?
Hang on.
What's up, you guys?
I'm thinkin', hysterical laughter may not
be the way to deal with this.
If he really thinks the shoes are lucky,
taking that away could break his confidence.
Then before you know it,
we're all spongin' Granny!
Point taken.
Okay?
Break.
Carver, you know, sometimes hysterical
laughter can be seen as negative.
Tell me about it.
But I totally respect your oh-so-lucky
Tommy Hugo 800 series running shoes.
Oh yeah.
I knew you would.
Trust me, this race is in the bag.
Attention, shoppers.
All designer hot dogs have
been marked down 75%.
Uh oh.
Mom! Quick!
National emergency!
Are you alright?
No.
Where are my shoes?
Honey, you're gonna
have to be more specific.
Are they shoes you have here,
or some of the ones you
had to transfer to storage?
They're my lucky Tommy Hugo 800 series
running shoes.
And please don't tell me you donated them
to Mrs Duong's charity rummage sale.
Okay, I won't tell you.
Okay, I'm feeling nauseous so you might
want to back off a little.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't my future workforce.
I thought you'd wanna know.
I added a few more fun duties
for my personal attendants.
Like what?
Your granny wants to be hot waxed
before her sponge bath?
Uh, yeah, who told you?
Forget it, Laird.
You can't beat Carver's lucky shoes.
Okay, yes, that was lame.
But we're all entitled to a few mistakes
and I just used one of mine up.
Better get your
sponges ready, losers.
Guys, tragedy!
My mom gave my lucky
shoes to a rummage sale.
So? We'll just get you
another pair of Tommy Hugo's.
That's not how it works.
Those shoes were lucky!
Besides, they only make 'em
in powder blue now.
It's not really my colour.
Without those shoes, I am a mere moral!
We have to find them.
There's no time to lose.
I can't overemphasize the urgency here!
Can we get some chili fries first?
Sure, why not.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I've lost the will to eat.
That's just 'cause they never
put enough pepper on these things.
Carver, has it ever occurred to you,
that maybe it's not the shoes?
Yeah, maybe you could do it on your own.
Just be positive.
Like, that train, you know.
"I think I can, I think I can,
I think I can, I think I can."
"Woohoo!"
"All aboard for Cucamonga!"
Hmm.
No way, it's definitely the shoes.
We have to track them down.
And how are we supposed to do that?
With an artist's rendering:
High tops, basic matte black,
silver grommets, cream laces.
Any identifying marks?
Mustard stain on the left toe.
Do the shoes answer
to any particular name?
Okay, we gotta put this on every
phone pole and milk carton in town.
Excuse me?
Have you seen these shoes, ma'am?
Uh, are you sure you're not making
this "Junior Police" thing up?
Kinda sure.
Mrs Duong, we need names, addresses, blood
types,
as much information as you can provide.
It's not my fault!
Why do they make antiques so old,
anyway?
I can't believe not a
single lead panned out.
Hey, why don't we get new Tommy Hugo shoes
and pass them off as the originals?
Right, and Carver will
get his confidence back!
Small problem?
He said they only make
'em in blue, now.
Ahhhh.
But am I not, an artiste?
Aaaand, are you not, annoying?
See, a clever paint job
and the difference is undetectable.
This paint smells like rotten eggs.
Okay, almost undetectable.
I smell rotten eggs.
Shhh!
Lor's sensitive about her "little problem."
You ready, Descartes?
Or you wanna stall some more?
Just a sec.
You look like a roll-on deodorant.
Okay, somebody say go.
Go!
C'mon!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Only one more kilometer.
Actually, three!
Remember the shoes.
What's wrong?
These aren't my lucky.. shoes.
You guys!
Faked me out.
I can't win now.
Carver, a second ago, you
were winning without the shoes.
You know why?
'Cause it's not the shoes.
It's you.
Lucky shoes don't make the man.
The man makes the man.
'Cause you da man!
What else you got?
Look, it's like that
episode of Teen Canyon
where Kyle has a bad hair day,
and thought he lost his coolness?
Then he realized he was cool,
not his hair!
Of course.
So who da man?
Kyle the man!
One more guess, dude.
Um
I da man?
Right.
Now go get him!
Yes!
Carver!
Carver!
Carver!
Carver!
Looks like Laird's the winner.
It was a heck of a race, Descartes.
But, in the end.
You lost!
Lost, lost!
Loser, loser, loser!
And you guys had better
get your sponges ready!
You know, somehow I almost feel
responsible.
What?
Hey.
Oh, Laird~
I have a feeling you don't
want everyone to see
This!
Do you want everyone to know
that Lor beat you?
Running backward!?
Uh, okay!
Okay.
Forget the personal attendants thing.
Loser, loser, loser, loser, loser!
You may have won this time,
but Laird Princeton
shall have his revenge!
Guys, I'm sorry I bet
your future like that.
You're the best.
And you were right.
If I had just believed in myself instead
of the shoes, I woulda won.
It's true.
But more than that, you
definitely
Attention, shoppers.
All designer Chug-a-Freezes
have been marked down 75%.
Uh-oh!
I found out something important
about shoes this weekend, too.
That I don't like being run over by 'em!
Okay.
Later days.
Ugh, my spleen.
clearance sales are brutal.
Hey, discount sales may be vicious,
but just think of the money we'll save!
Just give it!
We saw it first!
For a 23 cent deep dish, I'll hold
on until closing time!
Then "bone" appétit, dude!
Where's Carver, anyway?
Yeah.
Carver's so competitive.
I wouldn't think he'd want to miss this
mano a mano shopping combat.
But I have a feeling he'll
turn up with an explanation
that will change the course
of our entire weekend.
It's only a guess, but you know I'm right,
don'tcha?
If anyone finds the matching half of this
in a light beige crust, I'll take it!
Guys, you are never going to guess
who I ran into after school!
Let's see, was it --
Attention, shoppers!
All designer pizzas have
been marked down 75%.
That's the big surprise?
You ran into Laird from Campo Fields?
Hope you did it with a bulldozer.
Yeah, good one.
Lair challenged me to a 5k run in the
park, and I accepted his bet.
You bet him?!
But, he's a track star!
Don't worry, I didn't bet money.
Well, that's good,
'cause he'd kick your
I just promised that if he wins, you guys
will be his personal attendents for a week.
It's no big deal.
You just have to clean his room, walk his
dog, and give his grandma a sponge bath.
Sponge bath!?
Don't worry, I can't lose.
I'll be wearing my lucky pair of Tommy
Hugo 800 series running shoes.
Pardon me.
I feel the need to raise my voice.
Lucky shoes!?
That is the most
preposterous thing I've ever.
Hmm?
Mmm?
What?
Hang on.
What's up, you guys?
I'm thinkin', hysterical laughter may not
be the way to deal with this.
If he really thinks the shoes are lucky,
taking that away could break his confidence.
Then before you know it,
we're all spongin' Granny!
Point taken.
Okay?
Break.
Carver, you know, sometimes hysterical
laughter can be seen as negative.
Tell me about it.
But I totally respect your oh-so-lucky
Tommy Hugo 800 series running shoes.
Oh yeah.
I knew you would.
Trust me, this race is in the bag.
Attention, shoppers.
All designer hot dogs have
been marked down 75%.
Uh oh.
Mom! Quick!
National emergency!
Are you alright?
No.
Where are my shoes?
Honey, you're gonna
have to be more specific.
Are they shoes you have here,
or some of the ones you
had to transfer to storage?
They're my lucky Tommy Hugo 800 series
running shoes.
And please don't tell me you donated them
to Mrs Duong's charity rummage sale.
Okay, I won't tell you.
Okay, I'm feeling nauseous so you might
want to back off a little.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't my future workforce.
I thought you'd wanna know.
I added a few more fun duties
for my personal attendants.
Like what?
Your granny wants to be hot waxed
before her sponge bath?
Uh, yeah, who told you?
Forget it, Laird.
You can't beat Carver's lucky shoes.
Okay, yes, that was lame.
But we're all entitled to a few mistakes
and I just used one of mine up.
Better get your
sponges ready, losers.
Guys, tragedy!
My mom gave my lucky
shoes to a rummage sale.
So? We'll just get you
another pair of Tommy Hugo's.
That's not how it works.
Those shoes were lucky!
Besides, they only make 'em
in powder blue now.
It's not really my colour.
Without those shoes, I am a mere moral!
We have to find them.
There's no time to lose.
I can't overemphasize the urgency here!
Can we get some chili fries first?
Sure, why not.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I've lost the will to eat.
That's just 'cause they never
put enough pepper on these things.
Carver, has it ever occurred to you,
that maybe it's not the shoes?
Yeah, maybe you could do it on your own.
Just be positive.
Like, that train, you know.
"I think I can, I think I can,
I think I can, I think I can."
"Woohoo!"
"All aboard for Cucamonga!"
Hmm.
No way, it's definitely the shoes.
We have to track them down.
And how are we supposed to do that?
With an artist's rendering:
High tops, basic matte black,
silver grommets, cream laces.
Any identifying marks?
Mustard stain on the left toe.
Do the shoes answer
to any particular name?
Okay, we gotta put this on every
phone pole and milk carton in town.
Excuse me?
Have you seen these shoes, ma'am?
Uh, are you sure you're not making
this "Junior Police" thing up?
Kinda sure.
Mrs Duong, we need names, addresses, blood
types,
as much information as you can provide.
It's not my fault!
Why do they make antiques so old,
anyway?
I can't believe not a
single lead panned out.
Hey, why don't we get new Tommy Hugo shoes
and pass them off as the originals?
Right, and Carver will
get his confidence back!
Small problem?
He said they only make
'em in blue, now.
Ahhhh.
But am I not, an artiste?
Aaaand, are you not, annoying?
See, a clever paint job
and the difference is undetectable.
This paint smells like rotten eggs.
Okay, almost undetectable.
I smell rotten eggs.
Shhh!
Lor's sensitive about her "little problem."
You ready, Descartes?
Or you wanna stall some more?
Just a sec.
You look like a roll-on deodorant.
Okay, somebody say go.
Go!
C'mon!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Only one more kilometer.
Actually, three!
Remember the shoes.
What's wrong?
These aren't my lucky.. shoes.
You guys!
Faked me out.
I can't win now.
Carver, a second ago, you
were winning without the shoes.
You know why?
'Cause it's not the shoes.
It's you.
Lucky shoes don't make the man.
The man makes the man.
'Cause you da man!
What else you got?
Look, it's like that
episode of Teen Canyon
where Kyle has a bad hair day,
and thought he lost his coolness?
Then he realized he was cool,
not his hair!
Of course.
So who da man?
Kyle the man!
One more guess, dude.
Um
I da man?
Right.
Now go get him!
Yes!
Carver!
Carver!
Carver!
Carver!
Looks like Laird's the winner.
It was a heck of a race, Descartes.
But, in the end.
You lost!
Lost, lost!
Loser, loser, loser!
And you guys had better
get your sponges ready!
You know, somehow I almost feel
responsible.
What?
Hey.
Oh, Laird~
I have a feeling you don't
want everyone to see
This!
Do you want everyone to know
that Lor beat you?
Running backward!?
Uh, okay!
Okay.
Forget the personal attendants thing.
Loser, loser, loser, loser, loser!
You may have won this time,
but Laird Princeton
shall have his revenge!
Guys, I'm sorry I bet
your future like that.
You're the best.
And you were right.
If I had just believed in myself instead
of the shoes, I woulda won.
It's true.
But more than that, you
definitely
Attention, shoppers.
All designer Chug-a-Freezes
have been marked down 75%.
Uh-oh!
I found out something important
about shoes this weekend, too.
That I don't like being run over by 'em!
Okay.
Later days.
Ugh, my spleen.