The guys celebrate Ders Day at a Viking Museum, and Adam and Blake become obsessed with trying to pull off a heist.
- All right, okay.
Look how good I am at this.- Get it, get it, get it.
- I can do itwith my eyes closed.
- [shouting]Open your eyes and get it!
- Okay, Ders, you almostscared the fart out of me.
I wish.That'd be awesome.
I've been looking forwardto that fart.
- Yeah, open it please.- Go, please.
- Come on.- All right, got it.
- Here you go.- Give me the phone.
- Okay, look, now you haveyour phone, Ders.
Please, will you justsquash the beef?
- Hey, what in the Dark Agesare you doing?
- Run.- Run!
- Go!- Run, run, run!
- Not running.Not running.
- Come on!
- Where--whereare we going, Ders?
- I don't know.- Stop!
Get them!They're bad boys!
- Oh, my God!
Go, go, go!
- Let me in! Let me in!
- Lock it! Lock it!Lock it! Lock it!
- All right!
- Will you guys please come out?
- Oh, come on.
We're in the middleof a rehearsal,
and we need to finish
so we can get overto the children's hospital.
We're supposed to do
a puppet showfor the sick kids.
- Just come out.We'll let you go.
We don't even workfor the museum.
- How do we knowit's not a trick?
- I swear on Jim Henson's life.
Come on, please!
We'll let you try onthe dinosaur suits.
- We get to try on the suits.- Okay, that's cool.
Jim Henson's life.- Are they safe?
- Are they hot?Are they breathable?
- Are you serious?- Okay, okay.
We're coming out.
- Okay, how do you makethe eyes blink?
- Ah, yeah, this isgonna be cool.
- That's like a really cool--
- Heck, yeah.- What the [bleep]?
- Hello.- That's what you get
for ruining our rehearsal,you idiots.
What kind ofchildren's hospital
has a dinosaur partyat 8:00 p.m.?
- Okay, don't you throwlogic in my face.
You gave us your word.
- I swore on Jim Henson's life.
- Right.- Exactly.
- Jim Henson has been deadfor years!
We are all studentsof Brian Henson's.
- I should've known that.
- Brian Henson.- Enough.
- Watch the teeth, buster.
I'll sue you.
both:Brian Henson! Brian Henson!
- Okay.- Are we ready?
- Yup. Ready.- All right.
- Oh, my God,Ders, come out here!
- Ders! Help!- Hurry! Hurry!
- What are you guysdoing up there?
Come on, we got to go.We're gonna be late.
- Okay, just give ustwo secs.
Blake, will you do me the honor
of pulling my finger?
- Sure, Adam.
I'd love to.
- It's a marble.- Yeah.
- Watch this.- What's gonna happen?
[muffled voices from roof]
- Is there something out hereI'm supposed to see?
- It's a--it'sa roof Goldberg.
- 'Cause we're on the roof.
Like Rube Goldberg,but it's "roof."
We should have probably done itin the front yard.
- Yeah.- This is kind of a poor plan.
- There's the guy!- Oh!
- Oh!- Oh, it worked!
- Oh!- It worked!
Hold on.Hold on.
Nope. It went back up.
It went back upin the deep butt.