Happy Town/Transcript

CEO: Soon my plan to become mayor and destroy Tom and Ben Enterprises will be complete. [evil laughter]

Darren: Um, uncle? Don't you remember what just happened?

Darren (over-voiced): Tom had a secret system to become mayor. But when it was stolen by you, it all came down to the Mayor Factor competition. And you did not win. Tom won.

CEO: I know but it's not fair! I want to be mayor! Ow! Now my kicking leg hurts. This is the worst day of my whole life! [cries]

Darren: [sighs]

[theme song]

Ginger: Everybody, remain seated. No sudden moves! I'm doing a security sweep for the new mayor. Sir, do you mind telling me why you aren't eating that soup?

Sad Man: I'm waiting for it to cool down.

Ginger: Sir, I'm gonna need you to eat that soup.

[kettle boiling]

Ginger: All clear!

Tom: Thanks, Ginger. I don't really need security. Check that guy over there.

Ginger: I'm on it!

Ben: Now, lets get down to business.

Tom: Bah, bah, bah. Way ahead of you. We have to decide when I'm supposed to wear my mayor sash and when I should probably wear my mayor button.

Ben: That's not what I meant by business. I'm talking about the minor civic infrastructure issues that urgently need to be deal with.

Tom: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, I don't know what those words mean. But I do know that being mayor is about wearing sashes, cutting ribbons, and making sure everyone is happy which they are.

Ben: Well, I hope you're happy.

Tom: I'm very happy. Wait a minute, this sounds like you're setting me up for something bad.

Ben: Your out-of-control party is turning this town into a disaster!

Ginger: Is this guy bothering you? Got a churro. I'm not afraid to use it. Argh!

Ben: Tom, I mean it. Look at the mess you‘ve made.

Tom: What? All I'm seeing are people who love their town. Like those dancers over there who are dancing on that garbage pile.

Ben: Tom, that was a garden.

Tom: Alright. Well, hey! What about that cool merry-go-round over there with the tires that you sit on?

Ginger: That's an upside-down car.

Tom: Oh.

[sirens]

Tom: Is that smoke or a large number of fog machines working in unison?

Ben: A little bit of both.