JAKE: So, you don't remember anything about your parents?
They died right after I was born.
The Huntsclan took me in and raised me.
My earliest memory is lying in my hunts crib,
crying out for my hunts nanny to change my hunts diaper.
Mine too!
Well, except for the nanny and the hunts...everything.
On a less depressing note,
these are the best crepes ever.
Yeah, but if we're having dream crepes,
we may as well make them really dream crepes.
Speaking of dreams, let's give a warm aloha to mine.
I gotta love the dream charms.
(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)
Very nice.
Listen, Jake, I would never have the courage to tell you this
in the real world,
But I--
(ALARM BLARING)
Uh? Huh?
8:19?
Oh, man.
Mr. Long, today was the latest example
of your growing hit parade of tardies.
Care to explain yourself?
-Well-- -ROTWOOD: Silence!
Although flunking you out of the seventh grade
would please me more than alfalfa kuchen on a hot plate,
the school board mandates I give repeat offenders
one last chance to earn make-up credit.
Very gracious of them, wouldn't you say?
-What the heck is... (MUTTERS)? -ROTWOOD: Silence!
Your "make up credit" shall be a written examination
on one of the greatest scientific minds of modern time.
Okay, fine. Which one?
Ah, that little detail will remain cloggin' in my noggin'.
What? But I have to know what to study,
otherwise, how do you expect me to pass?
That's the thing, Mr. Long.
I don't. I don't. (LAUGHS)
-Oh-- -ROTWOOD: Silence!
You say that "Oh, man," thing too much.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
♪ He's cool, he's hot like a frozen sun ♪
♪ He's young and fast He's the chosen one ♪
♪ People, we're not bragging ♪
♪ He's the American Dragon ♪
♪ He's gonna stop his enemies with his dragon power ♪
♪ Dragon teeth, dragon tail Burning dragon fire ♪
♪ A real live wire ♪
♪ American Dragon ♪
♪ He's the American Dragon ♪
♪ His skills are getting faster ♪
♪ With Grandpa, the master ♪
♪ His destiny, what's up, G? ♪
♪ It's showtime, baby, for the legacy ♪
♪ American Dragon ♪
♪ I'm a dragon, I'm not braggin' It's my destiny ♪
♪ I'm the magical protector of the NYC ♪
Ya heard?
♪ American Dragon ♪
Yeow!
(SNORING)
Spud, you're slobbering!
I did not hear my shoes asking for a spit shine.
Uh, what? Wow.
I can't believe I fell asleep during study hall...
Without making use of my special stash of study hall slumber-wear.
The quiet, the calm, my trusty jug of sleepy time cocoa.
Nothing says night-night like the school library.
So, Jakey, how's the studying going?
Not good.
I got exactly 43 hours to study up on every great scientific mind
or Rotwood's gonna hold me back a grade.
Rotwood's tripping even harder than usual.
How come you've been late to school so much anyway?
Well, I've been doing the whole dream dating thing with Rose.
Oh, dish, boyfriend.
It's, like, totally awesome.
We can finally hang without worrying about the Huntsclan seeing us.
Oh, you lucky dog.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't remember a single dream to save my life.
COMPUTER: Dream wave activity printing now.
Checking for brain activity.
Dang!
Speaking of not remembering things, no way am I passing biology this semester.
It's like, I read the words on the page, but nothing sinks in.
It's all right, Trix.
You let it out, girl.
Who needs to know about bones and guts, anyway?
The only surgery I'm ever gonna perform
is on that broken snack machine downstairs.
-Who's with me? -(SPUD SNORING)
Sorry, I got tons of studying to do before I meet Rose tonight.
Did you know the flush toilet was invented by a dude named John?
Uh...
Whoa, what's this?
The Voyage Channel aired a special on hot air balloons.
I kept flipping between that and America's Wackiest Home Videos.
Hey, isn't that the show where everybody's pants--
Yeah, that one.
Hang tight.
This is great, isn't it, Jake?
Hey, this is our dream date, no off topic daydreaming.
Huh? What?
(SIGHS) Sorry.
It's this dumb test.
If I don't pass, Rotwood's gonna hold me back a grade.
And the worst part is, he won't tell me who it's on.
Unless I can climb into his head and see what he's thinking, I'm toast.
Climb into his head, huh?
Hmm... Follow me.
-What? What? Where you going? -Watch your step.
Whoa.
What is this place?
Everyone's dreams coexist within the same dream realm
connected by this common corridor.
-Pretty cool, huh? -Totally.
How do you even know about this?
I did a little dream realm exploring back at the Huntsclan Academy.
It was either that or stay up late and chat with the other girls
about how to get dragon blood out of blouses.
So this is the door into Rotwood dreams?
Not just his dreams, his subconscious, his hopes, his fears.
-His test answers. -It's like you read my mind.
Have I mentioned lately how much you rule?
After you.
Where are we?
This is the upper level of Rotwood's subconscious.
I'm proud to present the Golden Beagle
to Fumschteiken University's most accomplished graduate,
the devilishly handsome and physically fit Hans Rotwood
for his amazing discovery of magical creatures.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, my goodness. Thank you.
Thank you. (GIGGLES)
So, where do we find the test answers?
Where all secrets are kept, in the deeper levels of the subconscious.
Come on, this way.
ROTWOOD: Come with me, Fräulein, we are running.
Oh, wee!
Oh, Fräulein... (SPEAKING GERMAN)
Will you give me your man hands in marriage?
Oh, Hans, no.
You have ugly shaped elbows and smell of wet pigskin.
What if I splash on the cologne and where the long sleeve shirts?
Okay, then.
-Drive safely. -Follow me.
Goodness, milady, you have quite the twinkle toes.
WOMAN: Hans, where's my seamstress dummy?
I need it for the work.
Don't come in, Mother. I haven't seen her.
Oh! I mean it. It.
Oh! Gretchen, what have I done to you?
No wonder Rotwood's so messed up.
The deeper you go into someone's subconscious mind,
the deeper you're going into their psyche and childhood memories.
But I don't need to see young Rotwood in love.
I just need the test.
Then let's keep going.
This is got to be it.
(CRYING)
-Rotwood? -Look!
Bingo!
This is it.
You know, baby Rotwood really is kind of cute when you--
(BURPS)
Eh, strike that.
Okay.
Let's get out of here before stuff starts coming out the other end.
Jake, look out!
What is this thing?
It's a chimera.
A Came... what now?
A chimera. A mythological creature.
It must be trapped deep inside Rotwood's subconscious.
Dragon up!
Yo, FYI, three heads aren't better than one.
Jake, get out of there!
Quick. This way.
And I would like to now say to all the scientists
who ridiculed my thesis entitled: Magical Creatures Myth Understood.
You can now begin with the kissing of my feet.
-Whew, that was close. -Thanks, Rose.
Rotwood's gonna be in for a big surprise when I ace that test of his.
BOTH: Do you mind?
Hey, Dad. What up, Mom?
Can I get a side of bacon to go with my usual?
You'll eat what I make you.
Dang. This toast is toast.
You'll have to excuse your mother, Jake.
She woke up on the wrong side of the bed-enski.
-Excuse me? -You heard me, Grumpelstiltskin.
All morning, you've been acting like a--
(BLENDER GRINDING)
Yeah? Well, you've been ranting like a--
(BLENDER GRINDING)
Okay.
I'm just gonna grab a bite at school where people are a little less hostile.
You did what?
Jake, I can't believe you lifted the answer key
from Rotwood's mind--
Okay, technically, it is cheating, but--
And didn't bother to hook a sister up with a little biology something-something.
Couldn't you have swung by my teacher's mind too?
Call me crazy, but I thought you'd be happy
Rotwood's not gonna flunk me out of the seventh grade.
Yeah, sorry.
I mean, I am happy for you, Jakey, really.
I'm just saying biology is kicking my keister.
I barely slept a wink last night.
Oh, yeah?
Not only do I dislike your tone,
I dislike your new boyfriend. Yeah, I said it.
He's nothing but a shifty video game playin' slacker
who trolls around on his power scooter looking for trouble.
Okay, but this conversation is not over, Nana.
Man, what wrinkled her doily this morning.
Spud, it's not just your grams,
it's like the whole world got up on the wrong side of the bed or something.
Jake, I'm glad I found you. We have to talk, but not here.
I think I know why everyone is in a bad mood.
People have been describing terrible nightmares they've had.
And they all sounded like our chimera friend.
Oh, yeah, I remember now.
That nasty thing was all up in my dream too.
Mine too.
Oh, boy, was that hideous? Yuck!
Okay, I'm lying. I can't remember a thing.
When we got the test answers last night,
we must have accidentally let that chimera out of Rotwood's subconscious.
Rose, please.
The words Jake and mistake do not go together.
Okay, yes, in a rhymey kind of way, but
there's no way I could have let that thing escape.
Did you remember to close the door on the way out?
Uh... Huh.
Here, for your ears.
(GRANDPA SCREAMING)
Of all the irresponsible things you have done,
have you learned nothing this past year about cheating?
Let's see, uh, there was something about shortcuts,
the importance of friendship, lots of stuff about finding balance.
Nothing specific to cheating comes to mind.
Because of your action,
the beast is using the dream corridor
to gain unlimited access to everyone's dreams!
Plaguing them with terrible night terrors.
(CAR CRASHING)
(DOGS BARKING)
Okay, we gotta find a way to get that thing
back into Rotwood's subconscious before the whole city goes bonkers.
I think I could probably whip up a magical snare
that'll trap the chimera.
But it may take a while.
Jake, I will stay and help Fu Dog.
You must reenter the dream realm,
tracked down the chimera, and meet me in my dream
where I'll be waiting with the snare.
I'm on it. Who's up for a trip to slumber land?
You guys won't want to stick around
if you're planning on getting some shut eye.
-It's gonna get pretty loud. -(EXPLOSION)
We'll need to find someplace quiet, someplace where it's easy to nod off.
Uh, I know.
You sure about this, Spud?
The school library seems even creepier in the PM.
Says you.
One person's creepy is another person's cocoon of cozy.
Okay, just concentrate.
Let yourself drift off.
Check it out!
This place is off the chizain!
Yeah, I can't wait to see my own dream. Which way is it?
Wait. We came here to find the chimera first.
Now if we could just...
JAKE: After it!
Trixie, it's heading for your dream door.
Hey, what's going on?
Dr. Carter, the patient is ready for surgery.
TRIXIE: Surgery. Quit playing. I can't even pass biology.
Hold up. I recognize the digestive tract, the circulatory system.
Well, that should do it. Close for me, will you.
We got some bad, nasty creature to catch.
Hold up.
Two second detour.
It would be so wrong not to check this out.
Look at me. I'm like a beautiful butterfly.
Dance pretty, pretty. Dance pretty, pretty.
Oh, I have got to get a shot of this.
Come on, your grandfather should be ready with the trap by now.
I don't get it.
The door says it's Gramps dream But why would he be listening to--
♪ Go Lao Shi Go Lao Shi ♪
This way.
♪ Go Lao Shi Go Lao Shi ♪
Yeah, babies! Watch me grooving to the music.
Ah ha! Lao Shi got moves you ain't never seen.
Jake, I didn't think you'd be here so soon.
You see, I was just practicing the ancient Chinese art of the, uh...
-Never mind. -Gramps, cut the bell bottom boogie.
We're here for the trapping device.
To capture the beast,
you must uncork this device and aim it directly at the target.
It would automatically suck in the chimera.
Thanks, Gramps.
Now, we just gotta find it.
Check it out. It's my dream door.
I've waited my whole life for this.
(OPENS DOOR)
Whoa!
I can't believe I don't remember any of this stuff.
It's the coolest place I've ever seen.
Welcome home, Master Spud.
I take it you've spotted the Spud Signal.
It appears a chimera is terrorizing our fair city of Spudopolis.
I even get my own butler.
Brief me, dude.
According to the Spudputer 2000,
the creature has been spotted in the city's warehouse district.
Shall I prepare the Spudmobile, sir?
Tally-ho!
That's my catchphrase.
Trust me, it'll catch on.
(SCREAMING)
-Help us. Spudman, help us! -Spudman, where are you?
Nobody attacks the innocent citizens of Spudopolis.
Time for my secret weapon.
The Spud-Launcher.
Try a little sour cream and chives, Freako!
Yo, Spud. Give me one of those Spud-Bombs.
That's it. Keep distracting it while I move in closer.
That's right.
-It's over-- -ROTWOOD: Wake up, hoodlum.
ROTWOOD: Up, up, up. Let's go.
Come on. Rise and shine.
Well, well, well.
Look who I've caught breaking and entering into the school library.
It's a dream come true.
-(ROTWOOD LAUGHING) -(SPUD SNORING)
Let me tell you all a little tale about
four hoodlums who dared to disobey their superiors.
Rotwood could go on like this for hours.
We gotta get back to the dream.
I got this.
Which is why you should never pet the Cocker Spaniel when its eyes--
-(CAR ALARM BLARING) -(GASPS)
My car alarm! You hoodlums stay put.
Coming, my German engineered Fräulein.
Nice hit, Trix.
We'd better hurry. Spud's still in there.
Take that and that and that.
-(CLICKS) -Huh? Uh oh.
Must escape upward.
(SCREAMING)
One potato pillow, coming up.
Awesome. I mean...
Tally-ho!
(CHUCKLES)
Trixie, check on Spud.
Jake and I will handle the chimera.
Dr. Carter, on her way.
Time for the main attraction.
Dragon up!
Come on!
The snare!
He's too quick! We need to tire him out!
You go after the trap. I'll try to keep him busy.
Hiya!
You think you're so tough? Well, follow me.
Let's see how you like it in my dreams.
Say what?
(KARATE SOUNDS)
(HORN BLARING)
Tally-ho!
Where is this?
I must be deep in my own subconscious, in my memories.
Congratulations. They're twins.
I'm going to call her Rose.
(GASPS)
Look at this strange birthmark.
It looks almost like a dragon.
Huntsmaster, we have a new initiate.
Come, little one.
You are one of us.
My parents didn't die.
The Huntsclan took me from them.
I have a family.
(PANTING) (GASPS)
Go ahead, freak. Take your best shot.
Or you could just take this.
Oh, you did it, Jakey.
You saved Spudopolis.
And for that, my friend,
I'm proud to let you wear this badge.
I couldn't have done it without you guys.
Tally-ho!
Yeah. I don't think that's gonna catch on.
HUNTSMASTER: You are one of us. (ECHOING)
-Rose, are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
We did it.
Now let's drop this beast back into Rotwood's skull
and kick it out of here.
Oh, yeah! We did it!
And Rotwood?
Someone seems to have sprayed my car with baked potato.
But, no matter.
Seeing Mr. Long fail my examination tomorrow,
will surely put me in a better mood.
Dismissed!
(BELL RINGING) What's up, buddy? You ready for Rotwood's test?
Totally. I just need a sec to peruse the answer key and...
Hey guys, peak game, yo.
I think I aced my biology exam.
Something about being a doctor in my dream made it all make sense to me.
-That's awesome. -Congratulations, Doctor.
Doctor. Dr. Trixie Carter. I like the sound of that one.
Man, who would have thought a little trip into the dream world
would be like studying.
Only better.
Like studying.
You know what, guys?
I'm gonna ace that test without the answer key.
Uh, did I miss something?
Let's just say that if Rotwood's going to test me on the scientist
I think he's gonna test me on,
our trip into the Dream World was better than studying.
Correct.
Correct again.
Correct on everything.
Mr. Long, how could you have known so much about my life?
Okay, Fumschteiken University, I give you that, but
how could you have known the title of my thesis?
Or, that my mother was a seamstress?
Don't forget about that little extra credit essay I added.
You know, the one about your oddly shaped elbows and pigskin smell.
(STAMMERING)
JAKE: What can I say? I did my research.
SPUD: Thanks for visiting Spudopolis.
Next time, be sure to stay and sample our many potato themed attractions.
The French Fry Eiffel Tower. (SPEAKING FRENCH)
Buckinyam Palace.
Cheerio! And Potato Chip, my good fellows.
Or the majesty of Mount Russetmore.
(SCREAMS) Somebody mashed the food face.
Nobody au gratin's a potato based tourist attraction on Super Spud's watch.
Butler dude, to the Spud Mobile. Tally-ho!