Kids Again/Transcript

(Ginger runs into the garage with a baseball and bat.)

Ginger: Woo!

(The friends are eating bagels at the table. They also observe Ben's new invention, an anti-aging cream.)

Angela: (observes in microscope) So these are little robots? Cute!

(The small robots in the microscope are shaped like bagels.)

Ben: Cute? This is the world's most advanced anti-aging cream. The nanobots interact with the face cells.

(Ginger prepares to hit his baseball at the cream.)

Ben: If you put this on, it'll be like you're 15 years younger.

(The baseball hits the jar.)

(Tom screams.)

Ginger: Ha! I got all of that one! Did you guys see? I'm a slugger!

Ben: Don't play ball in the house, Ginger! We're trying to get ready to meet with Autumn Summers!

Ginger: What? Autumn Summers?

(A picture of Autumn Summers pans onto the camera.)

Ginger: She's the meanest lady in town! Why would you ever work with her?

Tom: We don't want to, but we are really short on rent this month.

Ginger: That's a boring reason!

Tom: It's an adult reason. We need money or we're going to lose the garage.

(The Landlord appears.)

Landlord: Hey!

(Horns are heard playing.)

Hank: Hark, fellow citizens! It be a surprise visit from the lord of the land!

Landlord: Yes! Because I'll evict you!

Tom: Uh, we know the rent is due, Landlord. You don't need to remind us.

Landlord: But I want to, you know. Get my money soon or it's tick, tick, evict! (laughs)

(The Landlord leaves.)

Ginger: I can solve this problem without you guys being lame. (takes out can) I made a batch of prank juice. One sip and he'll be on the toilet for hours! And then he... (laughs)

Tom: No, Ginger. (takes can)

Ginger: Aw...

Tom: We're selling the anti-aging cream, because sometimes, being a grown-up means doing stuff you don't like.

Ginger: More like being a grown-up means being stupid! (takes bat and runs away) Kids rule!

(theme song)

(Ginger is outside.)

Ginger: (mimics Tom) Sometimes being a grown-up means doing stuff you don't like. What a load of hot garbage. (sighs) (talks to baseball) I wish they weren't grown-ups. Then maybe you and me could have some real fun for once, baseball.

(The baseball glows. Light from the sky shines onto the baseball and leaves spin around it.)

Ginger: Huh?

(The baseball stops glowing.)

Ginger: Hm.

(Ginger uses his bat to hit the baseball onto the garage door.)

Ginger: Yikes, that almost hit the window! Ooh, that's a good idea for a game! (runs inside)

(Meanwhile, Ben is cleaning the mess caused by Ginger.)

Ben: What a mess. Good thing I made a backup batch of anti-aging cream. (touches bottle)

Hank: (examines bottle) Wait, that's the bagel spread! Boy, would that have been a wacky mixup.

Ben: Um, no, Hank. This is definitely the backup anti-aging cream. I labelled the jar with a picture of a single nanobot, see?

Hank: Oh... that's interesting.

Angela: Hank, have we been eating the anti-aging cream?

Ben: What?

(The friends' stomachs start growling.)

(The friends scream.)

(The baseball enters into the window.)

Ginger: Sorry, not sorry! I was playing a game where I was not trying to hit the window, and then- (looks at friends and gasps)

(The friends have become children.)

Tom: (swinging on rope) I swung the most far!

Ben: Yeah, but I swungest the most high!

Angela: And I can swing the most cute! Yeah!

Tom: Good one, Angela!

Hank: (chants) Tom likes Angela! Tom likes Angela!

Tom: I do not!

(Tom tackles Hank.)

Ginger: My wish came true!

Ben: You maded a wish? Neat! Wishes are my favorite kind of science!

Tom: Wishes aren't science. You're thinking of genies, dummy.

Ginger: Okay, baseball, now I wish for wings!

(No wings appear.)

Ginger: Aw.

Hank: Maybe it's a one-wish baseball.

Angela: Aw, that's too bad, but don't be sad. Let's play a game!

Ginger: Really? You don't have work to do?

Tom: Ooh, let's play ball in the house!

Ginger: That's what you said I couldn't do!

(All cheer.)

(Montage of Ginger playing with the friends.)

(Ben throws the baseball at Ginger. Ginger hits the baseball. It bounces and hits a shelf.)

Hank: A billion points for Ginger!

(The friends cheer.)

(The friends are riding a canoe down the stairs.)

Hank: 3... 2... 1... blast off!

(The canoe rides down the stairs and outside the garage.)

(Tom knocks the Landlord's door and runs away.)

Landlord: Hello, is someone there? Are you an invisible person? If you are, you better not tickle me. It's not fair and you know it!

(The friends laugh.)

(Concludes montage.)

(The friends are in a tent.)

Hank: Okay, Angela, your turn. Truth or dare? And since no one ever picks truth, I dare you to... put your hand in this bucket of worms! (holds a tin can)

Tom: That's gross, Hank!

Angela: That's so barf-tastic!

Tom: Angela doesn't have to do that dare.

Hank: Okay, okay, I don't dare you. I... double-dare you!

Ben: Whoa, a double-dare? Now you have to do it, it's the law!

(Angela whimpers as she puts her hand in the tin can. She screams.)

(The friends laugh, as the "bucket of worms" was only a can of dirt.)

(Angela laughs.)

Hank: (stomach grumbles) (laughs) My tummy is getting hungry.

Ginger: Yeah, let's eat! Angela, you might want to wash your wormy hands.

Angela: You might want to wash your wormy face! (wipes dirt on Ginger's face)

(All laugh.)

Ben: (pulls Ginger's arm) Come on, Ginger, cook us lunch!

Ginger: Me? I don't know how to cook! Why do I have to-

Tom: Not it! (touches nose)

(Ben, Hank and Angela touch their nose.)

Ginger: Aw, man.

(Scene cuts to Ginger serving lunch.)

Ginger: (serves Tom and Angela) There, lunch. I hope you're happy.

Tom: Ew, what is that?

Ginger: Ketchup-noodles and crackers.

Angela: Ew, I want cake.

Ginger: Well. I want cake too, but we don't have any cake!

Ben: Ginger, my ketchup-noodles are touching my crackers. (throws his plate at Tom)

Tom: Ben threw food at me!

Angela: (bangs table) I want cake!

Ben: Tattle-tale!

(Tom, Angela and Ben argue over each other.)

(Ginger bangs the table.)

Ginger: Quiet!

Tom, Angela, Ben: Huh?

Ginger: I worked really hard on this meal, and you are going to eat it, and you are going to like it.

(Food is thrown at Ginger.)

Angela: (laughs)

Tom: Food fight!

(The friends start food fighting.)

Ginger: Stop, you're making a huge mess!

Tom: So? Why do you care?

Ginger: Because if the Landlord sees this, you're going to get evicted!

Ben: That's stupid grown-up stuff. Tom, hit this baseball off my head!

Ginger: (takes bat) No, you'll knock his brains out!

Tom: Not if I hit the ball, I won't! Now give me that back or I'll make a really annoying noise!

Ginger: No!

Tom: Booop! Booop! Booop!

Hank: Oh, I can do that! (runs around Ginger)

(Ben rides a hoverboard and circles Ginger.)

(Ginger is in an abstract location and sitting on a giant baseball.)

Ginger: What's happening to me? I'm not supposed to be the responsible one around here! I'm the fun kid! I'm fun. I'm a kid. I take it back, okay? I wish they were grown-ups again.

(Ginger's baseball starts rolling.)

(Ginger slips off the baseball.)

(The phone rings.)

Ginger: (groans) I guess I'll get it. Since I do everything around here!

(Autumn Summers is on the other end.)

Autumn: Tom, my time is very valuable, so I won't wait for you to say hello. I have to come for our big meeting a little earlier than I expected.

Ginger: Uh, this isn't-

Autumn: Spare me the small talk. I'll be there in an hour. I look forward to trying that fancy, scientific anti-aging cream of yours. Ta-ta! (hangs up)

Ginger: Hm? Anti-aging cream? Scientific?

(flashback to Ginger in the kitchen, noticing the bagel spread and anti-aging cream with a similar label.)

Ginger: It wasn't a wish that did this! It was Ben's stupid invention! (to baseball) Why didn't you tell me?

(Ben's hoverboard narrowly misses Ginger.)

Ginger: Guys, I know why you're kids! You ate the anti-aging cream! It anti-aged you!

Ben: Maybe, so what?

Ginger: So, we have to make things normal before Autumn Summers gets here! Ben, you have to do science!

(The friends laugh.)

Ginger: Get serious and stop thinking like a kid!

Hank: But we have to think like kids because the stuff in our tummies is making us kids.

Ginger: (growls) Hm. We have to think like kids. I'll be right back!

(Scene cuts to friends in driveway drinking smoothies.)

Tom: This was a good plan! Celebrate being kids forever with yummy smoothies!

Ginger: (serves Tom and Angela) Sure, smoothies! Also known as Ginger's special prank juice!

Angela: What's prank juice?

Hank: (stomach growls) Aw, uh, oh, I need to go potty.

(All run for the bathroom.)

Ben: What did you do to us, Ginger?

(Hank occupies the bathroom.)

Tom: No!

Ginger: Hank was right! We have to think like kids! If the stuff is in your stomachs, we have to get it out.

(Angela tries to hold in her pee.)

Ginger: Don't worry, I brought supplies. (holds diapers)

(Scene cuts to Autumn Summers knocking on door.)

Tom: (opens door) Autumn Summers, glad you made it! We've been busy getting everything perfect so that we can sell you our anti-aging cream.

Autumn Summers: Excellent, let's get started with- (sniffs) Oh, oh, my. What's that awful smell?

Friends: Uh... (laughs)

Autumn: It reeks of filth and children!

Hank: (tries fanning bathroom) I don't smell anything.

(Autumn runs away.)

Ben: Aw, come on!

Tom: You can't do this to us!

Ginger: You messed up your meeting! How are you going to pay the rent?

Landlord: Excellent question you are asking. Answer: You aren't! Time to evict!

(The friends groan.)

Landlord: Anything left in here is mine. Couch, mine. Paint on walls? Mine. That old bagel with spread I found in the kitchen? (eats bagel) Extra mine. Mmm.

(The friends giggle.)

Tom: Looks like we've just bought ourselves some time.

(The Landlord's stomach grumbles.)

Landlord: Oh, goodness.

(credits)