The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants

This is George and Harold.

George is on the left with the tie and flat top.

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

Remember that, now. Also, they're late for school.

What? Oh, man!

- We're cool! - Me too!

Blah, blah, blah, blah!

Tra-la-la!

Uh, Erica? What are you doing?

You know we have school today?

Not me. I got... suspended.

Whoa. Why?

You know, stuff.

"Stuff"?

Yeah. Stuff is crazy.

But you don't look like you're suspended. You look like you're on vacation.

I know.

They lied to us. Being suspended is great.

Check this montage of stuff I've done.

That's a lot of ice cream.

You did all that?

I'm suspended.

I can do whatever I want.

Maybe we should get suspended.

You don't have what it takes to get suspended.

What? We got suspended yesterday!

Help! We're suspended in our rope ladder and not on purpose!

Me too!

No, suspended from school.

Oh. Well, we'll see about that.

Seriously, where are you getting all that ice cream?

Master George and Master Harold,

your sky tree house is now capable of space flight as you requested.

Thank you, Robot Butler.

Would you like me to carry you in?

Do you have to ask?

I can't believe our suspension is almost over, George.

I know. We did a lot in three days.

Erica was so wrong.

We had exactly what it took to get suspended.

Did you hear me?

Nope, that wasn't real.

You want to be suspended?

- Well, we know you're dying to expel us. - Go on.

So we thought you might want to get a sneak preview by suspending us now.

Hmm.

I call this emergency session of the Krupp Brain Council to order!

George and Harold want to be suspended!

What say us? Happy Krupp?

Aye! A thousand times aye!

So cheerful. Hungry Krupp?

Aye to that! And gravy!

You disgust me!

Weepy Krupp?

Aye.

I just want to go back to bed.

What is wrong with you?

Stop crying and clean up those tissues!

And I vote aye, too!

-It's unanimous! -Uh, uh, uh...

What is it, Paranoid Krupp?

- Are you meeting without me again? - No! You're being paranoid!

I don't trust you, and I don't trust George and Harold.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, I vote nay!

Oh! You ruin everything!

And you are being watched!

I knew it!

I knew it.

- Hello? - Should we call someone?

My answer is nay. I mean no. No suspension.

-No? -No.

-No? -No!

-No? -No!

- No? - No.

- No. - No.

- No. - No!

-But why? -Because you're up to something.

So not only will I not suspend you now,

I'll not suspend you forever!

Those birds...

Those birds are talking about me.

Stop talking about me!

Guess we don't have what it takes to get suspended.

-Who knew? -Erica knew.

Erica was right.

-I'm always right. -Why are you here?

I'm suspended. I can go wherever I want.

This is the place I'm not supposed to be, so...

Cool.

But you're still here because you're licked,

like this ice cream.

Nah, we're just toying with you.

-We are? -Yep.

We're gonna get twice as suspended as you.

Come on, Harold.

Hey. Can I get some ice cream?

Sure, if you admit you don't have what it takes to get suspended.

Never!

Nice try, boys, but no suspension!

Attention, students.

In celebration of your achievements,

bring your stinky gym socks to the laundry room now!

What does a kid have to do to get suspended around here?

Yeah, we're gonna get arrested before we get suspended.

These gym socks are school property, Mr. Meaner.

They're your responsibility, and they're filthy!

-You should've washed them months ago. -What? They're, yep-yep-yep-yep, fine!

-See? Clean as a whistle. -You just fainted from the smell.

No, I didn't. Watch.

Right as rain.

-You did it again. -False.

What? Here, I'll show you.

-See? -See what?

This!

No problem here.

Yes, there is!

Got an idea. Let's grab the socks when those two are done.

How long you think they're gonna keep this up?

Same as last week.

Mr. Krupp was about to get an offer so enticing,

he had zero chance of resisting.

"Go outside.

You won free pizza for being great.

It's in 'ur' car!"

Oh, boy, car pizza!

Hold my calls! There's a pizza in my car!

Ahoy, I'm Suds Latherman.

Welcome to another daisy-fresh episode of The Latherplan!

Today we'll be treating a stubborn tar stain. Just one--

Let's call this Operation: Suspen-cation.

How about Vaca-spension?

Mm, let's hold off on the name.

So smelly!

Yeah!

It's as beautiful as it is stinky.

Let's hide.

When Krupp gets back, we'll jump out so he knows this was all us.

And then we're on sus-vay-pend-acation.

Come on.

It's like a toupee museum.

Look! Toupee polish.

Let's wig out!

What's taking Krupp so long? These sock fumes... making me...

Where'd they put that pizza?

Aah!

Ugh!

Hey, air freshener.

That's not air freshener. That's antiperspirant.

Oh.

I'm gonna hold on to this. It might come in handy later.

Hey, these might help us breathe.

Sweet! It's like breathing through a dog!

You know, it's nice to have some downtime.

Yeah, time to think and relax.

Agh! I hate relaxing!

-Me too! Want to make a comic? -Yes!

There was this alien sock that was so stinky,

all the feet guys on his home planet, Footsia, were all,

"We're over it, sock. You're exiled and stuff."

They gave Stinky Sock the big old boot.

Like, an actual big old boot, kicked it into space.

But Stinky Space Sock landed on Earth,

right in the school gym's laundry basket full of stinky socks from gym class.

Stinky Space Sock took one sniff and was all, "I'm home,"

'cause the other socks stunk like him.

He tried talking to the other socks,

but they didn't talk back 'cause they were sock socks, not alive socks.

But he's all, "Join me, smelly brothers and sisters, too,

and become alive and stuff."

Stinky Space Sock used alien sock static cling...

...- to stick all the... - ...other socks...

...to himself and became the colossal Smelly Socktopus!

"I'm making Earth into New Footsia, a planet that's cool."

And the kids were all, "No!"

But too late, 'cause Smelly Socktopus was swinging its sock all over town--

swing-swing-- stinking up everything.

It made roses smell like a old rusty van and cake taste like toe.

"Not cool, Socktopus. Nobody eats toe!"

But Socktopus didn't care 'cause socks hate cake, right?

Who ever saw them together?

Um, no. Ever.

Luckily, Captain Underpants soared in-- "Tra-la-la."

Cough. Yikes, who's grilling fartburgers? Pee-Universe!"

But while Captain Underpants was busy holding his nose,

a sock tentacle grabbed him and squeezed as strong as its stench!

But Captain Underpants was all, "Waistband wiggle," and escaped.

He led Socktopus to a mini-golf course.