The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants

This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins.

George is the kid on the right with the tie and the flattop.

Harold is the one on the left with the T-shirt and the bad haircut.

Remember that, now.

Oh, and that's Homework Hydra.

But before we tell you that story,

we have to tell you this story.

- We're cool! - Me too!

Blah, blah, blah, blah!

Tra-la-la!

Most of the kids were reading the latest Captain Underpants comic book

instead of listening to Ms. Ribble's senseless yammering,

but not George and Harold.

Only one minute left,

and Ms. Ribble still hasn't given us any homework.

That means we're gonna have all night to work on our new comic!

- And watch monster movies! - While reinventing pizza as a dessert!

Instead of sauce, we'll use ice cream, and instead of crust, we'll use...

More ice cream!

Sorry, guys. That ship has sailed.

Ah!

Calling it "piteza cream."

- Still working on the name. - Whoa.

Ugh, why are you breathing like a dog?

My breathing is appropriate to the situation.

Time is running out, and we've yet to be assigned homework!

Three...

Two...

- One... - Ms. Ribble!

Homework. You forgot to assign homework.

- What? - Thank you, Melvin!

This is why everyone likes you.

Okay, class, I want a 10,000-word report on fun...

and why it's wrong.

Due tomor...

What is that? What...what is that?

Like cats, all educators are unable to resist the lure of a red dot.

What is...

It's due tomorrow!

Ten thousand words?

Ugh! I'm having a brain fart.

It's okay, buddy. Why don't we just use Iffypedia?

Iffypedia? The Website anybody can add to?

I don't know.

It says that dinosaurs drove cars.

Yeah, but Ms. Ribble's never gonna read them.

You're right. You're a genius.

I know. It's on my Iffypedia page.

But even with the "help" of Iffypedia,

George and Harold were still a few thousand words short.

In order to finish, George signed his paper

with a really long made-up middle name.

Ulysses Cornelius Punkmueller Agamemnon...

Harold, on the other hand, well...

Hmm.

- Oh, no, George. She's reading them. - That's just for show.

Teachers only give us homework to make us miserable.

Trust me.

Wow. I've never seen an H before.

It's a new grade I invented.

It stands for "horrendous," because what you wrote is awful!

But "awful" starts with an A, so...

George, your paper is 2,011 middle names!

That wasn't easy.

And, Harold, your paper is just full of confetti!

The dog ate it.

You don't have a dog.

I didn't say it was my dog.

Are you talking back to me? Would you two like to see Principal Krupp?

Uh...

No.

Eh... Ha!

No. No.

Oh! No.

Oh, there it is.

"Contempt of classroom. Unauthorized smiling.

Having hopes and dreams."

You've really outdone yourselves!

- Thank you! - Couldn't have done it without you.

It's not a compliment, you nitwits!

Huh? What? Huh? Oh.

Oh.

As I mentioned before, all educators are unable to resist

the lure of a red laser dot.

Ha! Huh?

Hey! Give me that!

And I'm tripling your homework.

Thirty thousand words on...

hmm... eh... uh... huh... oh!

- ...doorknobs! - Doorknobs?

- Did you call me? - No!

- Your headlights are on. - Not now!

Homework is the worst.

Wedgies are the worst.

to go back in time

and stop wedgies from being invented.

That's it!

Harold! Stop walking.

We're gonna borrow Melvin's Time Toad 2000,

which was conveniently just established,

go back to when homework was invented, and stop it before it starts.

It's that easy.

Gooch? What have you done with Harold?

I was walking with my homework, and you started walking next to me,

and I should have said something then, but I didn't,

and now it's too late, and I don't know where Harold is.

Over here! Help! Whoa! Whoa!

Harold, we got a plan!

You sure this will make Melvin leave?

Hundred percent. Can't miss.

Sneedley residence. Melvin speaking.

Why, yes, my refrigerator is running.

I better go catch it?

What? Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Ahh!

Even though I knew it would work, I can't believe that worked.

We're good that way.

Whoa.

Who'd have thought Melvin's room would be so cool?

Way cool.

Kid, kid, kid, kid, you got pranked.

"Is your refrigerator running?" Come on. Oldest one in the book.

Perhaps in your book, but my refrigerator actually...

"Melvin's secret Time Toad room."

Not a secret if you have a sign.

"This room smells like pee."

- Much better. - And it's true.

Behold Melvin's Time Toad 2000,

an amazingly sophisticated piece of time-travel technology

powered by peanut butter.

It says here on Iffypedia, homework was invented in ancient Egypt

by Pharaoh Tutankhamun in a one-room pyramid.

- It also says rocks are fruit. - True.

Whoa.

A school?

Huh. Guess Iffypedia is right.

Is it weird that all these kids look like our classmates?

- Not on our show's budget. - Okay, listen up, kids.

That means you, Amenhotep. You too, Neferuptah.

Now, as you wrap the mummy, make sure to be snug around the head.

- How is it, Ptolemy? - Actually, I'm...

Uh-huh. And when you're done, boom!

Eternal afterlife.

All right, class, that's all she carved.

Tomorrow we read up on embalming.

Now go have fun with your free time that's all yours to enjoy and grow in.

E-Excuse me, Pharaoh.

Perhaps we could take our papyrus home and continue our study there,

so to be better prepared when Ra favors us with another school day.

You mean schoolwork at home, Melvinites?

This is it. This is the exact moment when homework was invented!

Figures it was Ancient Melvin's idea.

I was thinking the name "homework."

Yes. Homework.

Homework! Ha!

From now on, by the grace of Arensnuphis-is-is-is,

we will continue your school day into the night

with multiple hours of painful homework!

Homework is born!

Born! Born. Born...

What?

Now what do we do? It's already happened.

Brainstorm!

- Wait! - The Time Toad!

We go back a couple of minutes, we can stop it.

Which is exactly what they did.

- Now, as you wrap the mummy... - Excuse me, Pharaoh.

I'm pretty sure that Melvinites wants to be the mummy today.

- What? I'm not so sure... - You get extra credit.

Okay, but an idea... what if we took our papyrus home?

And when you're done, boom!

Eternal afterlife.

All right, class, that's all she carved.

Now go have fun with your free time that's all yours to enjoy and grow in.

We did it! I think we just got rid of homework.

Huh. Everything looks exactly the same.

Yeah. You can't trust a pharaoh.

Hey, guys!

Great day, huh? But what day isn't?

Am I right? Am I right?

Hey, guys, you in for my swim party after school?

Yeah!

Is it me, or is everyone a lot happier?

Crazy happy.

It's so weird.

And things get weirder in three, two...

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Laser chest hair! Ooh!

Let's roll. Sooner we get to class, sooner we get out of class.

What the... Was that Melvin?

It looks like him.

But that guy was... cool. How did that happen?

Maybe it worked after all, George. Maybe we got rid of homework.

Only one way to find out.

Three...

Two...

- Here it comes. - One.

Uh, class dismissed.