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[man] Hey! Where's the drums?
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[intro drum fill plays]
["Classic" by MKTO playing]
[man vocalizing]
Go!
[audio echoing from headphones] ♪ Ooh, girl, you're shinin' ♪
♪ Like a Fifth-Avenue diamond ♪
-♪ They don't make-- ♪ -[loud thwack]
[loud thwack]
Shark!
[grunting]
Shark!
[grunting]
Shark!
[grunting]
[crack]
[grunting]
[grunting] Oh!
[panting, grunting]
[groans]
Help!
[speedboats approaching]
Help!
[dramatic music playing]
[engines revving]
Gina! Lizzie! See if you can scare them off. Go!
[engines revving]
[revving continues]
Tyler. Eric. Get him out of there.
Come on, man.
You're safe now.
Who are you guys?
Oh, us?
We're Malibu Junior Rescue.
Do you have to say the "Junior" part? It makes us sound like weenies.
Lizzie says I make it sound cool.
Dude, she's your girlfriend.
Lizzie thinks everything you do is cool.
She's pretty great, isn't she?
Hang on to your butts!
Whoa!
Hey!
Come back!
Dylan, Tyler fell overboard!
[screams] Oh!
[Tyler] Hey!
Hey!
Are you okay?
I am now.
You saved me, Dylan.
You're amazing.
[gasps]
[high-pitched voice] What was that?
Mom, I just had the weirdest dream.
[mother's voice] What was it, sweetheart?
[screams]
Dylan, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I thought I saw a thing. [chuckles]
I didn't.
So, first day back at Junior Rescue. You excited?
So excited!
I can't wait to see everybody. Gina, Lizzie, Eric.
And Tyler?
-I said Tyler. -No, you didn't.
Oh, yeah. Well, sure.
Him too.
-Not, like, more than everybody else. -[mouths]
You know, the same as everybody else. Like equal to.
Mm-hmm.
-Mom, we're just friends. -Okay.
Uh! I can't with you right now.
The International Junior Rescue Championship is this week.
I have to get to the beach to help set up! [sniffs]
I don't have Tyler for this!
Uh, Dylan?
I heard it.
Roger wants everybody there early.
He sent, like, 40 e-mails reminding us. [laughs]
As if anybody could forget.
I forgot!
Hey!
I'm sorry!
How could you forget? I sent, like, 40 e-mails!
Nobody my age checks e-mail!
Look, Junior Rescue doesn't even officially start until next week.
Why are we leaving so early?
Hello?
The teams are arriving.
For the Beachmaster?
The international competition we're hosting?
Oh, yeah, right. That's today. I remember seeing that somewhere.
It was in the e-mail!
[sighs] Look, I'm not even competing in the thing. Why do I have to be there?
Just get in.
[sighs]
What's going on?
Dad, you told him to be at the car by 7:00,
or you'd leave without him.
How can you expect anyone to respect your authority
if your own stepson walks all over you?
You're right.
This is my first year in charge of Junior Rescue.
I can't have anyone questioning my leadership. Sorry, Tyler.
[car horn beeps twice]
[Tyler] How am I supposed to get to Malibu?
[bus horn plays "Pop! Goes the Weasel"]
[tires screech]
Did somebody say Malibu?
Vooch? How did you know I was gonna need a ride?
I'm a bus driver, man. It's what I do!
Eric told me you'd probably oversleep.
So we told Vooch to come get you.
-Also that. -Is there anyone sweeter than Eric?
Wait, where is he?
[door closes]
Art is life!
Life is pain.
This is a doughnut.
Are we supposed to paint the doughnut?
No.
I eat the doughnut.
You make art. [chuckles]
Welcome to summer school.
I can do a pretty good Garfield.
Guess I'll just paint that.
The whole school year, I texted Eric during sixth period,
which was my free period.
I thought it was his free period too, but it wasn't. That's when he had art.
So instead of leaving her on read, the dummy failed art.
Now he has to retake it in summer school.
We gotta get him out of there.
What's our play? Gas the room?
Tranq the teacher? Unleash an army of squirrels?
A little peanut butter and an acorn,
those fuzzy-tailed rats will do anything you want.
Or we just let Eric get an education.
Not on my watch.
Tyler.
Here's that Eric dummy I was telling you about.
Why do you have an Eric dummy?
Oh, I have dummies of all you guys.
It's how I take the carpool lane on the weekends.
Hey! I was carrying that.
[grunts] Ooh!
[grunts]
[man grunts]
Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa whoa! Let me get that from you.
-Hey, I was gonna put that up. -I know.
And you were doing such a good job,
but why don't you let one of the big kids handle it, okay?
So, where's Tyler?
Who cares?
Definitely not me. I don't care.
Don't even know why I asked. [laughs]
Oh, look! There's Dirk and Beans!
Get that grill fired up, boys. [chuckles]
Okay.
Oh, where are they?
Why is everybody so worried about where Tyler and his dumb friends are?
What? No, not Tyler. I'm talking about Team USA.
Tyler and his friends can't handle the Beachmaster.
There's too much riding on it.
International teams are gonna be here any minute.
We cannot be late to our own welcome barbecue.
Dad, is Junior Junior Rescue really a thing?
Or did you not want to pay for camp while Mom and Jake were out of town?
'Cause nobody's letting me do anything.
Well, I mean...
No, it's not. But when you think about it, it could be.
[man humming "The Star-Spangled Banner" over bullhorn]
Oh, finally. Ha ha ha! It's Team USA!
-[continues humming] -[crowd cheering]
Dang! That Jeep is on-brand.
[through bullhorn] What's up?
-[continues humming] -[brakes squeaking]
[high-pitched feedback]
Hey, Grandma, move it! That spot is for Team USA!
Spence, would you honk at her?
Don't honk at her.
Spence, so help me, if you don't get honking!
Don't do it.
Yo, are we jerks, or are we good guys?
'Cause I'm getting really mixed signals here.
Those guys have won the Beachmaster four years in a row.
No one's ever won it five.
And when we do, [laughs] we can kiss all our troubles goodbye!
-What troubles? -What troubles? Who said troubles?
I didn't say troubles. You did. Look, all I'm trying to say is,
with Brody, Spencer, Presley, Izzy, and the Chooch, we got this on lock.
Didn't the Chooch graduate high school, like, three years ago?
[woman squeals] Ooh.
Four, actually.
You are the vessels. Let your muse guide your hands.
[gasps] Oh, Eric.
Yes, that's it. Release your art.
Release it. Everyone release.
I don't think you're releasing. Let the paint flow. [laughs]
[hinge squeaking]
-[squirrel chittering] -[hinge squeaking grows louder]
["Go" by The Black Keys playing]
♪ In the summertime... ♪
[Eric] I totally thought I was gonna miss seeing the Beachmaster.
[all laugh]
Thanks for busting me out of summer school, you guys.
It's so great to see you!
Did you get a haircut?
-It looks amazing. -[chuckles]
-Well-- -[Tyler] Really?
I just went in for a trim, and I was afraid my guy took too much off,
but you saying that really makes me feel--
Um, I think he was talking to me. [chuckles]
But your hair looks great, too.
Thanks, man!
One year later, and you two are exactly the same dorks you were
when you left each other.
[Eric and Tyler] Yeah, we are!
-[engine revs] -[band vocalizing]
♪ Whoa oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪
♪ Whoa oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
[song ends]
-[sloshes] -[Dylan gags] Oh!
-[man] What is that? -[Dylan] Oh, my--
[all groaning, gagging]
This coleslaw expired the year I was born!
We cannot serve this.
[man] Babe, you can't just go for a swim.
-[bus horn plays "Pop! Goes the Weasel"] -[gasps] They're here!
[tires screeching]
You guys!
[giggles]
-Hi. -[Lizzie] Hey, Dylan.
Come here.
Okay, I'm calling it. This hug's done.
[indistinct chatter]
[Vooch] There she is.
There was definitely something between us last year.
But what if it's gone?
What if I'm too late?
Vooch, do you mind?
Just saying what everybody's thinking, man.
[indistinct chatter continues]
[laughing] Okay, bye.
[Lizzie] Hey! How are you?
Hey.
Hi.
-[horn honking] -Look alive, people!
[honking continues]
It's showtime.
[bus horn blares twice]
[air brakes hissing]
[Roger laughing] Yeah! Yes!
Hello!
Hola.
Bonjour.
Konnichiwa.
Shalom.
[Australian accent] G'day, mates.
Am I saying that right? "Mates"?
-Uh... -[Roger chuckles] Okay.
Those are the best Junior Rescuers in the world? They don't seem so great.
[Roger] Hey, superhero.
[all cheering]
That was pretty great.
Pssh, whatever. I do stuff like that all the time.
[Dylan] That's Team Australia.
They're, like, Team USA's biggest rival.
This is so exciting. We can learn from them, train with them...
-[sizzling] -...and apparently, make lunch for them.
[groans]
This is humiliating.
[Tyler] I know, right?
-[sizzling] -I got a man down here!
Pulling a burger out of the coals isn't the kind of rescuing
I thought we'd be doing this summer.
-[applause, PA feedback] -Thank you. Thank you.
Welcome to the 2020 International Beachmaster competition!
[all cheering]
You are the most elite Junior Rescue teams in the world,
and we are thrilled to have you here in beautiful Malibu!
[cheering]
Please, please.
Our sand is your sand.
Our seas are your seas.
Train, enjoy, and this Friday, may the best team win!
-[all cheering] -He's talking about us!
[guys laugh]
-Let's go! [grunts] -Whoo! Yeah!
[sizzling continues]
I can't believe we have to serve food
while Brody gets to strut around like big, dumb...
Brody.
I don't know why those guys get to be Team USA.
We saved the beach last year.
Just 'cause they're from Malibu, they're automatically better than us?
We could've been Team USA.
Why didn't Roger give us a chance to try out?
What's that, Valley?
You think you can be Team USA, huh?
I got two words for that.
Chyeah. You wish.
We're the Dream Team, man. We've won this thing four years in a row.
One more and we will have the longest winning streak in Beachmaster history.
The longest streak you've ever had was in your shorts.
[laughs] Spence?
Hey-- Hey, Spence!
Guess what I said about Tyler's shorts.
[laughs] You're gonna love it.
Well, that guy's a real drongo, mate.
Yeah, he is.
Unless that means "cool guy," in which case, he is not.
Yeah. No, it's, uh, Aussie for "idiot."
Well, then, yes, he is a major drongo.
[both laugh]
Hey, I'm Tyler.
Wayno. Cheers for the burger, brother. Catch you around, yeah?
Well, he seemed nice.
[Brody] Hey, Valley!
Don't forget to toast my buns!
[all laughing]
I said toast my buns!
[laughter continues]
[groans] I'm out of slaw here.
Fret not. Eric to the rescue!
I can get it.
No, Eric. Not that one.
That one's rotten. I'll get a new one.
[Brody] USA! USA! USA!
Is hungry!
[all laughing]
[cracking]
[laughing] In his shorts!
Here you go, Brody. Gave you a little extra coleslaw.
Ssh! Don't tell anybody.
Oh, my God.
This slaw...
[snickers]
...is amazing!
-Spencer, try this! -Wait. No, no. Wait, wait.
[Brody] Eat up.
-Yo, this slaw is legit! -Yeah.
It's like it's creamy, but it burns.
No, Presley!
Weird. It's like I hate it, but I also can't stop eating it!
[Tyler] Uh, guys-- Uh, guys, seriously!
-[Brody] Wait, wait! -[Tyler] Come on!
It makes my teeth sting.
[guys grunting]
[Brody] Hey. Easy, buddy.
[Tyler] Ah!
-What do you think you're doing? -I think I overcooked this burger.
-Here, let me get you a new one. -Hey! Bring back more of that funky slaw.
The Chooch just finished mine.
[grunts] Good thing we got a new one.
Could you imagine if somebody actually ate that stuff?
[groans] Ooh!
[Brody laughing]
-[all grunting] -[stomachs gurgling]
-[groans] Oh! -[gurgling continues]
Oh, no!
[farting]
-[screams] Oh! -[farting continues]
-[screams] Ah! -[farting continues]
[crying] I'm sorry!
-[grunting] -[farts squeak]
[crying] Oh-ho-ho!
-[screams] Ah! -[farting continues]
-[crying] -[farting]
Oh, man, this is not good.
[siren wailing]
Wait, wait, wait. Don't take me away. Don't take me away.
I'm feeling a little bit better. [farts]
[grunts] Oh, take me away! Take me away!
[clattering]
-This is a nightmare. -[siren chirping]
[Tyler] Roger, it-- It's gonna be okay.
Look, I'm sure they'll be feeling better by tomorrow.
The paramedic says it's the worst case of food poisoning she's ever seen.
They want us to seal those port-a-potties in cement and bury them in the desert.
Okay, Lizzie, we get it! They're sick. Do we have to keep talking about it?
It's just a lot of potty talk,
and I think that we're better than that, that's all.
Well, that's that.
What's what?
No Team USA means no win.
No win means no streak. And no streak means no world record.
I think we all know what that means.
Uh, no, we don't.
Look, I didn't wanna have to tell you guys this, but...
we don't have enough kids signed up for Junior Rescue next week.
-What? -Yeah.
Parents weren't lining up to send their kids to the beach
after that tower blew up last year.
But, like, no towers have blown up since then.
Yeah, they don't exactly reward you for towers that don't blow up.
They just penalize you for the ones that do.
If we won for a fifth time,
we would officially be the greatest Junior Rescue team in the world!
We'd have the trophies to prove it!
Nobody would care about what happened last summer.
Ah! A record-breaking win by Team USA was exactly the thing we needed
to inspire a new generation of Junior Rescuers to sign up.
[snoring]
Well, how many kids do we have?
Three.
Three? That's it?
Quit rubbing it in!
I can tell a bunch of my friends to sign up.
I wield a lot of power in my friend group.
Sasha, ten more little kids isn't gonna solve this problem.
Why don't you just let us worry about that?
Without Team USA's big win,
I don't see how we're gonna get more recruits.
No more recruits means no more Junior Rescue.
I'm sorry, guys, but after Friday,
we'll have no choice but to shut the program down.
["Stay (I Missed You)" by Lisa Loeb playing]
[bubbling]
What are you looking at?
-Jeffy! Did you find my great big hat? -[music stops]
Oh! You found it.
Who is my best little boy?
You are. You're my best little boy. Come here.
Oh, my gosh! Oh! Oh!
We can't just let this happen.
What are we supposed to do?
We'll be Team USA.
Tyler.
We can't just be Team USA.
We're not ready.
Tyler, are you serious?
Yes.
Look, we can't let Junior Rescue go without a fight.
We're as good as Brody and those other guys.
Besides, how hard could it be?
[hard rock music playing]
[crowd cheering]
[man grunts]
[screams] Ah!
[crowd applauding]
Yeah!
That's the Beachmaster?
It is called the Beachmaster. Did you think it was gonna be easy?
I was hoping!
Kind of wishin' I was in summer school right now.
Guys, this isn't The Crucible.
The Beachmaster pushes you to your limits.
Limits you didn't even know you had.
Okay, Brody and his team have been training all year,
and we have until Friday. That's, like, four days!
[Dylan sighs]
[crowd continues cheering on video]
Yeah!
If we don't do anything, Junior Rescue dies. We have to try.
Look, Dylan, you're with me, right?
[laughs] With you? Like, um-- Like with you, with you?
Yeah. Wait, no. Uh, wait. What did you mean?
-Nothing, forget it! -Nothing, forget it!
I can get us ready in four days.
My dad's a retired drill sergeant.
My entire life has been one big boot camp.
I can kill 30 different ways with my thumb.
Ooh! I wanna learn that.
We just need somebody to train us for the Beachmaster.
I can do that.
We're Tower Two.
We saved Junior Rescue last summer, and we can do it again this year.
I can have us ready to win by Friday.
All right, Gina, we're all yours.
Just tell us what to do.
[whistles] All right, you maggots, your butts belong to me!
From here on out, you talk when I say you talk and rest when I say you rest!
Get a good night's sleep 'cause hell begins tomorrow.
[whistle blares]
Wow, that whistle really went to her head. [whistle blares]
What--
Eric, what are you doing here so early?
You're right. You know what? You're right. I shouldn't interrupt.
You know, I just have to say,
I find your dedication inspiring, you know?
Reminds me of my semester abroad in Paris.
-[accordion music playing] -Oh, I learned so much that year.
About life, about laughter. [chuckles]
About love.
[laughs]
Mmm. Mmm.
[chittering]
Gina said to be here at 6:30.
Where is she?
Maybe she overslept?
[screams]
Ah! [grunts]
[screaming]
You wanna know why that just happened? Because you weren't ready!
[whimpers]
All the teams we're about to face this week have one thing in common.
They were actually chosen to compete?
Well, yeah.
-They've been training for months? -Yeah, that too.
They're the pride of their countries,
and we're a bunch of underdogs nobody believes in?
I was gonna say they're ready for anything.
The Beachmaster is a grueling obstacle course
designed to put lifeguarding's most important skills to the test:
strength, endurance, agility, and, most importantly, teamwork.
The team that gets through the course the fastest, wins.
The whole team.
That means we have to work together.
No problem. We're Tower Two. Teamwork is our jam.
Good. Then this should be easy.
Now move your butts! We've got work to do!
-[whistle blares] -[Lizzie] Ooh! Oh, sorry!
[Tyler groans]
[sighs]
[whistle blares]
[Lizzie] Oh. Come here.
-[Tyler] Let's go! -[Gina] Really?
[Dylan] Let's move away from here. Head that way. Okay.
[whistle blares]
Yeah, come on! Let's go, Dylan!
Whoo! Come on! You got this! Move those legs! Let's go! Yeah!
After you.
-Eric, what are you doing? -Holding the wire for my lady.
[whistle blows four times]
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you two were out on a date.
I thought we were training for the most important competition of our lives!
-Move it! Move it! -[whistle blares]
Let's go! Come on!
Keep it up! Let's go!
Go! Whoo!
[skidding, thudding]
[all groaning]
-[Tyler] Oh, come on, guys! -[Lizzie] I got it! I got it!
[all groaning, chattering]
[whistle blares]
Come on, guys! Teamwork makes the dream work!
Let's go, you maggots! Go! Go! Go!
Come on! Go, slowpoke!
Come on, Eric! Let's go! Let's go! You've got this! Come on! Let's move it!
-[Tyler] You got this, Dylan. -[Gina] Good job, Tyler! Come on! Come on!
Oh!
I got you.
[whistle blaring]
-More training, less flirting! -Uh...
-Sick teamwork, bro. -Nice save, dog!
Whoa!
-[thuds] -[groans]
Oops! Sorry!
[grunts, chuckles]
All you have to do is get across this line.
-That's it? -[Gina] Yep.
This feels like a trap.
If it's a trap, don't worry. I'll protect you.
I can protect myself.
Guys, it's not a trap!
Then why am I holding a riot shield?
Because it is a trap!
[Tyler screaming]
Everybody get behind me!
[Lizzie] Come on, Dylan! A couple of more steps! Come on!
Now push! We're almost there!
That's it! Great teamwork!
-[Dylan] God. -[Lizzie] Push! You got it!
Push!
[all grunting, panting]
I told you to be prepared for anything!
-[all gasp] -[hose snaps]
Uh-oh.
[all grunting]
You guys, help me with this thing!
[Tyler] We gotta grab it! Okay.
[Dylan] I can't get it.
[grunting, screaming]
You guys distract it, and I'll sneak up behind it!
You can't distract it! It's a hose, you moron!
[Dylan] A little this way.
[grunting, screaming]
-[Lizzie] Hey! -[Tyler] A little closer.
[Dylan] I can't.
-Grab it! Somebody grab it! -[Gina] I got it! I got it!
[all grunting, screaming]
Don't worry. I got it.
[grunting and screaming continue]
Hey, settle down, sunshine.
This is a job for a big fella, not a little wallaby like you.
[squeaking]
[grunts] Ah!
[grunts]
[all grunting]
We did it!
Yes! We killed it!
Uh, guys?
[clanks]
Oy!
Everybody okay?
Yeah, we're just doing a little training.
Ah. Sorry.
Do you, uh, want me to turn it back on, do ya?
[all] No!
Look, we're kind of wrapping it up, anyway.
-You guys all right? -Depends. How much of that did you see?
All of it, mate.
Well, then, we've been better.
I'm Eric!
Oh! I'm Kezza.
And that's Johnno, Shaz, Carli, and that's Wayno.
So, you guys are the new Team USA?
Looks like we got some stiff competition, boys?
[all laughing]
Don't worry. We'll be ready by Friday.
Oh, of course you will be.
You guys are doing a ripper job out there, right, Wayno?
Yeah, sure.
Just messing with you, mate.
Hey...
you forgot your wrench.
[chuckles]
[grunting]
Yeah, it must have been cracked or something.
You guys are in trouble.
Would you get out of here?
Oh, she's right. We are in trouble.
He's been going nonstop for three days. [chuckles] Oh, gosh. Eh!
Everyone stay on this side of his canvas.
Do not interrupt him.
Come on! Pick it up!
Eric, what are you doing?
-Keeping you company. -You don't have to.
I know. I want to.
[groans]
Let's go!
Morning, brother.
Going for a little walkey-walkey, are we?
[laughing]
Wish I didn't see that.
I can dig some holes where the other teams will be running.
A few broken ankles would really even the odds.
That's sweet, honey, but I think it'd be best if you just stayed out of the way.
Nobody will let me do anything.
Why do you keep making me come to Junior Rescue?
Oh, don't worry.
If things keep going the way they're going,
there won't be a Junior Rescue to come back to.
[woman shouts] Jeffy!
Where are you?
You seen my great big meatball sandwich?
["Stay (I Missed You)" by Lisa Loeb playing]
♪ You say... ♪
-[woman] Jeffy! -[record scratches, music stops]
Where are you?
[whistle blares]
[Gina] Listen up!
The trick with the cargo net is to move opposing limbs in unison
and stick as close as you can to the support beams.
Lizzie, you're up first.
And try not to make me puke.
Come on, Lizzie, move it! Move it!
-[Lizzie grunts] -Uh, I-- I got you!
No, Eric! Let her do it!
-[grunts] I had it! -I know.
-Then why did you come up here? -I-- I just want to be here for you.
[Gina scoffs]
Tyler, Dylan. Get in there and show 'em how it's done.
-Like together? -We're not together.
-I know that. -What's going on with you two?
Nothing, let's just go.
[Lizzie] Ow! Oh! A lot of movement over there. Ow!
Okay! Okay!
That's Tyler's leg.
Who put this thing--
[all groaning, grunting]
Ah! Getting a little light-headed!
[panting]
This went wrong so fast.
[woman] Help!
Hey! Somebody needs our help!
-[woman] Help! -[man] Hey!
-[man] Come on! -[woman] Hey!
We're on it!
-Gina, a little help here? -We have to save them! Come on!
[Wayno] Aussies on this one.
Johnno and Carli, you take the one on the left!
[Kezza] All right, let's go. Now. Shaz and Johnno, in the water now.
[Wayno] Let's go. Come on, team. You got it.
Watch out for the rips.
[man grunting]
[Wayno] Let's go, team. Come on.
Hey! I said we're on it.
[Wayno] Let's go, team. Come on.
Let's go. You're doing' great. Bring 'em in.
Okay, bring 'em up. Come on.
[all shouting indistinctly]
[Tyler] Come on!
[all grunting]
All right, yeah. That was amazing, Shaz. Good work.
-Good stuff, team. -That was amazing.
Is everybody okay?
Oh, yeah. No worries, mate.
We just saw that youse were a bit busy with your net over there,
so we jumped in.
We didn't mean to show you up or nothing.
-You didn't show us up. -Oh, you reckon, do ya?
We're the ones who saved those shark biscuits
while you were flopping around like a mudskipper going walkabout.
[Kezza laughs]
I can't tell. Are you guys nice people, or are you not nice people?
Yeah, I thought we kind of bonded over the whole "Brody's a drongo" thing.
Yeah, look, that's when he was the drongo.
Now you're the drongo, drongo.
[laughing]
I'm coming down on "not nice."
We came here... with one mission...
To destroy Team USA.
I just didn't think it was gonna be this easy, eh?
[laughing]
Good bit of luck with the real team getting sick like that?
I know what the problem is.
I've been way too easy on you!
I wouldn't say that.
Tomorrow, I drop the hammer!
Don't worry. We'll get through this together.
Oh, what? 'Cause I can't do it by myself?
I didn't mean...
Man, none of this would be happening if Brody and his team hadn't gotten sick.
Okay, well, they did, okay?
I don't know why you're yelling at me about it!
I didn't mean...
What's wrong with Tyler?
How would I know?
It's not like I sit around thinking about Tyler all the time!
My head's in the game! [grunts]
I didn't mean...
Actually, I don't know what I meant.
[clattering, rolling]
[clicks]
[yells] Ah!
Ho! Excuse me.
I didn't realize there was anyone else in the building.
[chuckles]
I, too, do my best work after hours.
I'm in a band.
If you don't mind, I'll give you one of my CDs.
You could listen to it,
maybe give me a little feedback, one artist to another.
I've got my, uh, e-mail on the back,
and my Twitter handle. Or you could just hit me up on LinkedIn.
I'd love to make you part of my network.
I'll just leave this here.
I really like that guy.
Quiet, good listener.
[sighs]
Right.
How ya doing, Gina?
If you're here to trash-talk my team, don't.
I'm not in the mood.
Oh, no, I'm not here to trash-talk your team.
We're all Junior Rescue. We gotta stick together.
It doesn't matter where we come from.
I'm actually here to give you a little pep talk.
And why would you do that?
Um, because if you go into competition as bad as you are,
we're gonna look like huge jerks when we kick your bums.
People will be like, "Oh, why'd you humiliate those Yanks?"
We'll be like, "We didn't mean to. It's not our fault they're incompetent."
They'll be like, "Too right. They're a bunch of bogans."
And I'll be like, "Hey, hey, hey.
Lay off 'em, cause those bogans are our mates."
We've just had a couple off days. We're gonna win this thing.
Oh, yes. See, look, that's the spirit.
And don't even worry about the fact that you're representing your entire country
or that tomorrow you're gonna completely humiliate yourself
-in front of the world. -You're trying to get in my head.
Oh, no, I'm not trying to get in your head. [laughs]
I'm already in there.
And you? [laughs] You don't stand a chance.
[giggles]
Catch you later.
[Gina] Well--
[sighs]
Is it me, or is she even scarier when she's not yelling?
She's "Mom mad." That's the maddest you can be.
Do you want to lose tomorrow?
Speaking for me and Lizzie?
-No. -Eric, I can speak for myself.
-No. -'Cause it feels like you wanna lose.
I've been racking my brain trying to figure out
how you could possibly be this bad,
and all I could come up with is that you hate Junior Rescue.
Well, you need to reexamine your conclusions,
because we love Junior Rescue.
Well, you're not training like you love it.
You're training like a bunch of bogans.
What's a bogan?
It's what you're training like!
You're distracted, and your teamwork sucks.
We've got one more day to get ready.
But you have to want it.
All of you. Do you want to win?
Of course we do.
Then what's the problem?
They're way better than us.
[hard rock music playing]
[grunts]
You're trying to steal our secrets, are ya?
I mean, you can if you want.
You still don't have a prayer. Ha ha!
[grunts]
Whoo!
You see that?
That thing I just did.
That was sweet as, right?
Let's see what you got, Team Drongo.
[laughing]
-That was awesome, mate. So sick. -That was good, right?
[sighs]
[sighs] Four days isn't enough time.
I thought I could get us ready, but I was wrong.
I'm sorry I let you down.
No, we let you down.
Yeah. We could have trained harder.
I mean, every time I try to sit, I go, "Ow."
I think I could've given a little more.
Gina, we weren't even supposed to be doing this.
If Brody and the guys hadn't got sick--
Okay, fine! It's my fault! Is that what you wanted me to say?
Dude, what did you do?
Brody was strutting around at the barbecue bragging that he was Team USA,
and we weren't. So I pulled a prank on him.
I gave him that rotten coleslaw.
Tyler, why would you do that?
I didn't know everybody else was gonna eat it.
And I definitely didn't know they were gonna get sick.
That coleslaw was 17 years old, man.
What'd you think was gonna happen?
I wasn't thinking, okay?
This whole year I was so excited to come back to Junior Rescue.
Now there might not even be a Junior Rescue.
Because of me.
Where do you think you're going, soldier? Hey, you get back here!
That's an order!
[sighs] Can you believe him?
I bet we would have had a shot at this thing
if the Aussies hadn't gotten in our heads.
I wish they would get food poisoning.
I don't actually mean that. I'm just having a lot of feelings now.
["Stay (I Missed You)" by Lisa Loeb playing]
♪ You say ♪
♪ I only hear what I want to... ♪
Give it a rest, kid.
[woman] Jeffy! You seen my radio?
-[music clicks off] -[woman] Jeffy!
Hey! Get back here! What are you-- Ow! Ow!
God! Stubbed my big toe on this giant heart made out of rocks!
Jeffy, did you put this here?
Is this you?
Hey, get back here! Jeffy!
[seagulls cawing]
[Brody] Mom!
I'm all out of juice!
Mom!
Ma--
Hey, you're not my mom!
What are you doing in my room?
Just wanted to stop by, see how you're doing.
My tummy's still a little bit rumbly, but...
I guess I feel a bit better.
Well, that's great. That's great news.
You and the team can still get out and win this thing. Come on, man.
What are you, crazy?
I haven't eaten solid food in four days. I can't stand up without getting dizzy,
and my doctor says I have the butthole of a 65-year-old man!
Look, there's something I gotta tell you.
I knew that coleslaw was expired.
But for the record, you were supposed to spit it out.
This is...
awesome. [laughs]
-You're not mad? -Oh, no, I'm furious.
I was supposed to make history this year.
This whole time, I have been thinking I let everyone down.
But you let everyone down!
[laughs]
Trust me. I feel worse about it than you do.
Oh, I guarantee you that is not true.
You were right, man. I'm not Team USA material.
-Duh. -We can't do this. We can't win it.
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo! Look at me. I'm Tyler. I'm a big crybaby.
You wanna know why you're so annoying?
Not really.
It's because you never give up.
Oh, my God, it drives me crazy. It is by far your worst quality.
-Uh, thanks? -So why are you giving up now?
The Beachmaster is tomorrow.
You screwed this up.
You need to fix it. You should be out there kicking butt,
but you're in my bedroom crying like a giant wuss.
That's not the Tyler I know and hate.
So you're saying I felt so bad about what I did I lost my edge?
-I don't remember saying that. -You mean mistakes are in the past.
Best way to make it right is do better in the future?
What you talking about?
You're right, man! Look, I can't give up!
I owe it to you and my team and all of Junior Rescue to fix this.
Well, yeah, that's true, but--
This is huge, Brody!
-Thanks, man. -Oh! Get off me.
You better not tell anybody I inspired you!
Hug was kinda nice, though.
Of all the days for your brother to be late,
it had to be today.
So irresponsible.
I cannot believe it-- Gah!
Took you long enough.
Please promise me you're gonna win this thing today.
I'll promise you this: we're not gonna give up.
That is not what I asked you to promise me.
What are you smirking about back there?
Just got a feeling that today might work out.
Aw! You got faith in your big bro?
Ew. No, gross.
[car starts]
[brakes squeaking]
Hey, Lizzie!
Does Eric have a goldfish?
'Cause, uh, he's acting like it died.
I'm sorry I've been so snappy lately.
It's fine.
Totally fine. I can't even remember what it was about.
So, what was it about?
You should've told me I was texting you during art class.
What?
All year long, you let me think that we were texting during your free period,
but you were really failing art.
Because that's when you wanted to talk.
I wanted to be there for you.
I know you're there for me.
But you don't have to protect me like that.
You don't have to slow down for me or try and save me.
And you don't have to pretend you don't have art class when you do.
You're not gonna hurt my feelings.
I'm not gonna get mad.
I can take care of myself.
I know.
I guess I was just trying to be the perfect boyfriend.
You don't have to be perfect.
Just be you.
That's the Eric I love.
Did you just say you love me?
[laughs]
Yes, but I also said a bunch of other stuff,
and it's really important to me that you heard it.
I heard it. And I won't do anything for you ever again.
-Just kidding. -[Lizzie chuckles]
[brakes squeaking]
So, uh, you love me, huh?
Oh, God. Is this the 8:15 to Barf City?
[Vooch] What?
No!
This is the bus to Malibu!
Gina, it's me.
The Vooch.
[sighs]
Guys? Now I'm concerned about Gina.
[tires squealing]
[horn beeps]
[tires screech]
[Dylan] Sorry!
Don't worry! I got it!
Dude.
Dude?
Dude.
[sighs]
Dude.
My dudes! [squeals]
[all laugh]
That was beautiful.
I don't get it.
[man over PA] Welcome, everyone.
It's a beautiful day for the International Beachmaster competition!
We are live in Malibu, where the best Junior Rescuers in the world have gathered
to compete in the ultimate lifeguard test of strength, skill,
stamina, and teamwork.
They've come from all over the world
for a chance to be named this year's Beachmaster.
[all cheering]
Look, I know I've been kind of a--
Psycho.
I was gonna say "passionate leader," but sure, let's go with that.
I just want us to go out there today and do the best we can.
I really think we have a shot.
But we have to work as a team.
That means no more of this.
And no more of whatever this is.
-It's nothing. -Nothing?
Well, it's not nothing--
That. No more of that.
I really believe in us.
We can do this.
[all chuckle]
[Wayno] Aw.
That's adorable.
Isn't that adorable, Kezza?
Aw, it's so sweet, it's giving me a toothache. [laughs]
We'll see you out there?
We'll be the ones kicking sand in your faces.
-[all laughing] -That was good, yeah.
-I swear. -No doubt about it.
-Did you see the look on Dylan's face-- -[Sasha] Quick, I need help!
It's my friend! He's trapped!
Sorry, kid, this ain't our jurisdiction.
Please. I can't ask Malibu Rescue.
They're idiots. I need someone awesome, like you guys.
Well, uh, we are pretty awesome. [chuckles]
Come on, mates. We can pull off a quick rescue before the champos.
-Yeah, let's do it. -Yeah.
[Wayno] Let's do it, team.
-He's in there. -[slamming door]
[Jeffy] Help! I'm stuck!
Let's go, team!
Hang tight, grommet! We're coming for ya!
-[Wayno] There's no grommet in here. -[Kezza] Where is he?
-[Wayno] Hold on! -[all shouting] No, no!
Dummies.
[clears throat exaggeratedly]
["Stay (I Missed You)" by Lisa Loeb playing]
Thanks for your help, Jeffy.
Please, call me Jeff.
You think maybe sometime we could...
-Nope. -[music stops]
Okay, then.
-[hard rock music playing] -[all cheering]
I'm here with Roger Gossard, the new senior captain of Malibu Rescue,
and the host of this year's Beachmaster.
So, Roger, the big question on everybody's mind is,
will Team USA take the title for a historic fifth straight year?
I mean, is that really the question on everybody's mind?
I mean, what about just getting out there,
doing your best, and having a great time? [chuckles]
Yeah, nobody cares about that.
[cheering continues]
Where are the Aussies?
I don't see them.
Hey, wait a minute.
Sasha, what did you do to the Australians?
Let's just say you don't have to worry about them anymore.
All week, you guys have been treating me
like I'm too little to help out around here.
But I just did the one thing you guys couldn't: I beat Team Australia.
How does that make me the bad guy?
Because you tricked them and locked them in a shipping container!
That is classic bad guy behavior.
Where is this thing?
It was right there.
What do you mean was? Where'd it go?
Guys? I think I found it.
[Team Australia shouting, pounding]
You've gotta be kidding me. Come on.
What're you doing here? Why aren't you competing?
We got a situation, Vooch.
[bear squeaks]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[crowd cheering on TV]
With 20 national anthems out of the way, it's finally time to begin.
Teams take to the course two at a time.
But they're really racing the clock.
The Beachmaster kicks off with a Tire Run into a Commando Crawl,
followed by a Cargo Net Climb, then it's over the Balance Beam...
up the Wall, and across the Rings to the Finish line.
At the end of the competition, the team with the fastest time
will be crowned the Beachmaster!
First up, Israel and France.
[scoffs] France?
[laughs]
USA! USA! USA!
[Team Australia yelling, pounding]
Get up next to him. Try to get him to pull over.
[rock music blaring on headphones]
[all] Stop! Stop! Please!
Stop the truck!
Can you hear us?
Hey!
[all] Stop!
-[Lizzie] Stop the truck! -He doesn't see us!
We gotta stop him before he gets to the port
or that container's gonna end up on a ship to who knows where.
[ship horn blaring]
-Hello? -Stop the truck!
[Dylan] Stop, please!
[announcer] A solid run by the South African team.
They just knocked France from the top slot.
Now with only six teams to go,
and an unbelievable time of 2:16:41,
South Africa has a strong chance of holding on to first place.
[crowd cheering, applauding]
They're almost up. Where are they?
[sighs]
Vooch, I have an idea.
I'm gonna jump.
What?
Tyler, you cannot jump from a moving bus onto a truck!
It's crazy!
I have to. It's the only way.
Is it? Is it the only way?
Does anybody have a better idea?
-Vooch, open the door. -[Vooch groans] Oh! Oh!
[truck horn blaring]
-Tyler, wait! -What?
Be careful.
Yes, definitely gonna do that. Thank you.
Tyler, wait!
What?
Make sure you jump really far.
Okay, will do.
Tyler, wait!
Dylan, seriously, what are you trying to s--
I'm really glad you said that.
Me too.
Okay, I'm good. You can jump now.
[sighs]
-Took you long enough. -Shut up. [giggles]
[Tyler] All right, Vooch, get a little closer!
A little closer. Come on, man.
Uh, Tyler?
We're running out of runway here, buddy!
Almost there! Almost there!
[grunting] Ah! Ah!
[tires screeching]
-[grunting] -[Vooch screams]
Oh, my gosh! He jumped! He jumped!
[all] Vooch!
Oh! [screams]
[tires screeching]
-[thudding] -[grunts]
[all shouting, screaming]
-[Tyler] Stop the truck, man! -[rock music blaring on headphones]
[all shouting, screaming]
[Tyler] I'm gonna get you outta there!
[all shouting, screaming]
-Get us out of here! -[girl] Hey!
[all shouting, screaming]
-What are you doing there, mate? -Uh, saving you.
-[groans] Ooh! -Ah! So, what's the big plan?
How do we get out of this truck?
-We're gonna have to jump and roll. -What?
Too right. The old jumpy-rolly.
That's what we call it back home.
Nobody calls it that.
Okay. On three.
One, two...
-[truck horn blares] -[air brakes hissing]
Huh! Could have just waited for that, I guess.
[tires screeching]
All right, then. [chuckles]
Oh! All right, team, let's go. Come on. Out you come, one by one. Come on.
Out you come. Let's go, Aussies. Let's go. Come on! Come on! Come on!
Ooh!
That was so brave. But don't you ever scare me like that again.
[chuckles] I won't, man.
Guys, we have to get back to the beach.
[Tyler] Let's go.
We can still make it to the Beachmaster! Go, Vooch, go!
[tires squealing]
[announcer] In an amazing upset,
Team Japan takes first place, leaving South Africa in second,
and France clinging to a distant third.
But with Australia still to go,
and the United States trying for a historic fifth straight win,
this is still very much anyone's competition.
They should be making their way to the starting line any minute now.
[crowd cheering]
Any minute now.
[tires screeching]
[shrieking] Where have you been?
-It's a long story. -Well, get in there!
Oh, and hey, no pressure,
but the future of Malibu Junior Rescue's riding on this, okay?
Now go! Go! Go! Go!
[announcer] Team Australia and Team USA, please report to the starting line.
[all cheering]
[Kezza] Come on, guys! Yeah! Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!
For the last four years, Australia has lost to Team USA by fractions of a second.
Will this be the year they dethrone the champions?
[cheering]
From the looks of Team USA,
I'm gonna say yes.
[crowd] Five, four, three, two, one...
-[blasts] -[announcer] And they're off!
[contestants grunting]
[crowd chattering, cheering]
-[bells jangling] -[cheering continues]
Come on, Eric! You can do it! Come on! Come on!
Good job, Eric! Come on, Lizzie!
Nearly there! You're nearly there!
[grunts]
-[cheering and chattering continues] -[bells jangling]
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
[horns trumpeting]
[horns blaring]
Yes!
Ha ha! We're in the lead!
I was positive we couldn't win this thing, but they are doing it!
-Uh, Dad? -Huh? Aw!
Now we're behind! Why do I put my faith in that kid?
-[Tyler] Come on, guys! -[Dylan] Come on, Eric!
[Dylan grunts]
[Tyler] Nice! Nice! Nice! Come on! Come on, Eric!
Nice, dude!
Go! Let's go! Keep going!
[announcer] The USA and Australia on the fastest pace of the day!
If they keep this up,
the only thing left to decide is who will take first place!
[cheering and chattering continue]
-[bells jangling] -[man] Don't give up!
[horns trumpeting]
[Gina panting]
[man] Go! Go!
[Gina] Come on! Hurry up!
[Lizzie grunts]
Go, Lizzie! Move it! Whoo!
Good job, mate! All right, Johnno!
-[cheering] -[bells jangling]
Go! Whoo!
[Kezza] You got it!
All right, Shaz!
[cheering and chattering continue]
-[cheering] -[bells jangling]
[horns trumpeting]
Yeah!
-Come on! -Come on, Tyler!
Let's go!
USA!
Yes!
[cheering continues]
[Tyler grunting]
-I'm on your tail like a wallaby, mate. -[Tyler] What?
Whoa! Ah!
[screams]
Tyler!
[announcer] It looks like an injury for Team USA!
This is not good!
Looks like Team USA won't even finish!
No!
Tyler, come on!
-Tyler, get up! -You can do it!
[Gina] Come on! Come on!
[Tyler groaning]
-Ha! Come on, brother. Up you get. -[Lizzie] Get up! Please!
[Dylan] Come on, Tyler!
Go!
You got this!
Let's go!
-[Wayno laughs] Whoo! -[all cheering, chattering]
-[Dylan] Tyler! Come on! -[air horn blares]
Team Australia decimates the competition by over a second!
They've dethroned the US
and have become the new International Beachmaster Champions!
[grunting] Uh!
[Tyler groaning]
Ah!
-Come on! -Let's go!
What are you guys doing?
It's not over till we all cross the line.
Together.
Come on. Let's go.
-[Tyler groans] -[Lizzie] You got it, you got it.
[all cheering]
Look. Look.
[all] USA! USA! USA!
Good on you, mates.
[all] USA! USA! USA!
USA! USA!
[all] USA!
USA! USA! USA! USA!
USA! USA!
[all cheering]
-[Wayno] Come on! Come on! -[bells jangling]
[all] USA! USA! USA! USA!
USA! USA!
-[all cheering] -[horn trumpeting]
[all] USA! USA!
[crying] My streak! My streak!
Team Australia may have won the competition,
but Team USA, well, they've won our hearts.
You got it.
Tyler! Tyler! Are you okay?
Uh, yeah. I think it's just a bad sprain.
I'm sorry. I really thought we could win this.
You gave it your all, kid.
Hey, I'm really proud of you guys.
Excuse me? Excuse me?
You're in charge of Junior Rescue, right? My son Jeffy wants to sign up.
I wish he could.
Unfortunately, we didn't get enough interest in the program this year.
There's no Junior Rescue.
[mom] Not enough interest?
What do you call that?
They all wanna join?
Was it because of our inspirational display of teamwork
during the Beachmaster?
What? No. It was because of the crazy rescue you guys pulled off on the freeway.
It was all over the news.
Jeffy, where did you get that flag?
Jeffy!
What rescue?
Dad, the important thing is nobody got hurt.
What do you mean nobody got hurt?
This is gonna be the biggest summer ever.
Wait, so we lost, but we won?
That's classic us right there.
-[Dylan] Come on. -[all laughing]
[all cheering]
Okay, Eric, it's time.
Show us your work.
Eric?
Eric!
Let's all try to remember that art is a subjective medium.
[gasps]
[all gasp]
It's a-- A masterpiece.
I have nothing more to teach you. You're done for the summer.
Neat! See ya!
["Rocket Fuel" by DJ Shadow featuring De La Soul]
♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na na-na Na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na na na-na Na-na na na na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na na-na Na-na-na-na ♪
[brakes squeal]
♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na na-na Na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na na-na Na-na-na-na na-na-na... ♪
All right!
Malibu Rescue's newest finest. Come on out, kids.
Have a great day. They love Valley kids here. [laughs]
Don't be scared. It's great. You're gonna be great. Everything's great.
All right. Here we go.
-♪ Ready, set ♪ -♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na na-na Na-na-na-na ♪
-♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪ -♪ Steady, bet... ♪
Hey!
That looks freaking scary!
[laughing]
♪ People wanna know Where Mas, Pos' and Dave went ♪
♪ Still here... ♪
I wanna learn that. [giggles]
We just need somebody to train us for The Crucible.
-[Gina] And I can do that. -We're not doing The Crucible.
I mean, not The Crucible.
♪ Cred, meaning credentials... The best of both worlds... ♪
Mom, I just had the weirdest dream.
-[Mother] What was it, sweetie? -[screams]
[laughing] That was so bad.
♪ To keep it steady, steady Let it rock, bet ♪
♪ Turn it up... ♪
-I can't-- -[Jackie] In your eye.
Can you get it for me, Jackie?
♪ Space out your mind ♪
♪ But can you rock it... ♪
Don't worry. We'll get through this together.
Oh, what? 'Cause I can't do it by myself? [laughing]
-That was nice. -I'm sorry.
Okay, do it again.
-♪ Like fever ♪ -♪ Sick with the talk... ♪
What's our play? Gas the room?
Tranq the T-shirt? Unleash the--
I keep saying T-shirt. Teacher. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-♪ Subjugate the dubplate ♪ -♪ And you know we can't... ♪
And people would be like, "Oh, why'd you humiliate those Yanks?"
And then I'll be like, "It's not out--"
[stammers] ♪ One more time, yeah ♪
♪ Thirty years And you can say we got three terms ♪
♪ Live... ♪
His face? Oh, so good! Dylan, as well, she looked so torn.
-Mate, were gonna pop 'em. -I don't know how you came up with that.
Quick, I need help!
[all laughing]
I love that we all were just waiting!
-♪ Ready ♪ -♪ Ready... ♪
We got this on lock. Come on!
[grunts] Dang, that troop is on fleek. What?
Huh? Nothing?
-♪ Set ♪ -♪ Set ♪
♪ Then jump to rhythm as hard you can go ♪
♪ Keep it steady, steady... ♪
-[Tyler] Left, right, left, right! -[all chattering]
[all laughing, chattering]
-♪ Rock it like rocket fuel ♪ -♪ Whatcha talkin' about? Space... ♪
-Sick teamwork, bro. -Nice save, dog.
-Ow! -I'm sorry.
♪ What kind? ♪
♪ Ready, set... ♪
[slurring] Why do I take the biggest bite every time?
[man laughs]
♪ Then jump to the rhythm... ♪
[Wayno] Oh, sorry, mate. Want me to turn it back on?
[all] No!
-[man] Hold on. Can we try-- -[laughing] What just happened?
Ah!
-[man] B mark. -B mark.
-♪ Are you ready? ♪ -♪ Ready ♪
-♪ Set ♪ -♪ Set ♪
♪ Jump to the rhythm As hard as you can go ♪
♪ Keep it steady, steady ♪
♪ To let it rock, hey ♪
♪ Turn it up We're giving a show ♪
♪ But can you rock it like rocket fuel? ♪
♪ What you talkin' about? Space or out your mind? ♪
♪ But can you rock it like rocket fuel? ♪
♪ That's a close encounter of what kind? ♪
♪ Ready, set ♪
♪ Steady, bet ♪
♪ But can you rock it like rocket fuel? ♪