Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie

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Dreamworks Animation presents...

In association with...

Tree House Comix, Inc.!

Inc., Inc., Inc.

All right, okay. So.

A long, long,

hang, tong time ago...

in a galaxy far, faraway...

there was a planet called

Underpantyworld.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Okay, go.

That's perfect.

That's perfect. Okay.

Underpantyworld was

a peaceful planet

where everybody wore

only underwear.

Until it started to blow up

for some reason.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.

Da-da.

Meanwhile, the leaders

of Underpantyworld...

Big Daddy Longiohns and his

wife, Princess Pantyhose...

saved their baby

by stretching his underwear

really far...

and then

they shot him into space.

Godspeed, little Underpants.

Wheel

Wheel

And then he crashed on Earth,

where he was raised

by some nice...

Dolphins?

Yeah, dolphins.

Just go with it.

Okay, fine.

Goo-goo, gah-gah.

Tra-la-la-la-la-Ia.

But the space baby grew up fast.

Look! Up in the sky!

It's a bird!

It's a plane!

It's an egg salad sandwich.

And guess what? I'm rotten.

Faster than

a speeding waistband.

More powerful

- than boxer shorts.

- Yay!

You'll never catch me,

Captain Underpants.

Owie.

Able to leap tall buildings

without getting a wedgie.

Hey, all right.

Good for you, pal.

Now put on some clothes,

you weirdo.

No way.

I fight for truth, justice,

and all that is

pre-shrunk and cottony.

For I am...

Captain Underpants!

The origin issue.

It's so good. We should've

done an origin issue ages ago.

Yeah, like, first.

You know, I'm not sure

about the dolphins, though.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

I didn't know if it was

the thing where it's,

like, good weird or bad weird.

Like, is it something...

The origin issue!

I've told you two

a thousand times

not to draw

these idiotic comics!

Freeze!

Hey, everybody!

Wait one second.

Hi. I'm George Beard.

And this is my best friend,

Harold Hutchins.

Hey. Ah, man.

It's okay. We got more ideas.

See, Harold loves to draw

and I love to tell stories.

And this old guy looking angry

right here...

well, this is the worst

principal in the world...

Mr. Krupp.

Mean old Mr. Krupp.

Hates anything fun.

Like comic books...

recess...

Christmas.

Ho, ho, whoa!

Even kittens!

Oh, my goodness.

Did that really happen?

Uh, no, not technically.

But it might as well have!

I'm sorry.

I'm still mad about the comic.

Yeah, me too.

And unfreeze.

In my office, now!

What is happening right now?

I don't know.

Do you think he fell

asleep with his eyes open?

Maybe. Let's try and leave

and see what happens.

Door lock activated.

Wow. That's an expensive door.

It was a choice between the

magnetic automatic door closer...

and the music and arts programs.

Pretty sure

I made the right choice.

This morning's school sign

is supposed to read...

"Sewage plant field trips

are today."

So can either of you explain

why it now reads...

"Come see my hairy armpits?"

I know you two are responsible.

How? How do you know?

Do you have any proof?

I mean,

this is a country of laws.

The proof is here.

Inside my gut.

He must have

a lot of proof in there.

Quiet fives.

Quiet fives.

Hmm.

Ever since you attended

this elementary school...

you've been responsible

for one prank after another.

Shh...

Wow, that's a lot of pranks.

Yeah, when it's cut

all together like that,

you really get a sense

of the scope.

Some of those must've been

really hard to pull off.

And dangerous.

Like that tiger'

Oh, that tiger was crazy.

For four long years...

you two have been disrupting

the carefully calibrated,

drone-like beehive...

that this elementary school

is supposed to be.

I may not be able

to prove it yet...

but I'm gonna get you two

one day.

One day very, very soon.

All right.

Fair enough.

Get out of my office. Now!

You see what we're up against?

And that's just a typical day

at Jerome Horwitz Elementary.

More like

Jerome Horwitz Penitentiary.

Hey, guys-

What's going on, Tommy?

Same old, same old.

Poor kid.

Time to have fun with history.

Memorize these dates.

1827,1853,1914,1926.

First graders.

Always hits them the hardest.

Hold on a sec.

So that's why we do what we do.

He's left us no choice.

Our pranks and practical jokes

are the last line of defense...

against the injustice

of our terrible principal.

Well, well, well.

I heard you both got into

a bit of the old trouble today.

How'd you hear that, Melvin?

Did you tattle-tale on us?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

I did.

Someone has to

stand up for the Man.

No one has to

stand up for the Man.

That's the whole point

of the Man.

He stands up

for himself, Melvin.

Respectfully disagree.

Attention, everyone.

Principal Krupp here

with an announcement.

This Saturday ts the mandatory

Invention Convention.

Boo!

Oh, what?

Yes!

That's our third Saturday

this month!

You must he here with

your inventions at 8:00 am.

Is there no justice?

I know that's early

for Saturday, but don't worry.

You should be done by 9:00...

Pm

Tree house?

Tree house.

Welcome to

the world headquarters

of Tree House Comix, Inc.

Yep. This is

where the magic happens.

Not, like, actual magic.

No, we're not

practicing the dark arts.

No, here we just hang out

and make comics

and try to

make each other laugh.

That's how we became friends.

This is me in kindygarten.

And this is me.

George and I aren't friends yet.

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