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Lucky Cat special, funny-side up.
Aw, it's so cute.
I don't like my breakfast cute.
The eyes, they follow you.
Um, I think that's why Fred likes it.
Come on! Work!
Maybe it's time to replace it.
I wish I could just buy a new one,
but they're too expensive.
Remind me never to mess with her.
There, fixed.
Oh!
I suggest you back away.
Oh! Watch out! Sorry.
I will get it.
I have got it.
Uh, well, maybe I can fix it?
Can we still call it a coffee shop if we don't serve coffee?
Fred's eggs didn't make it.
Wait. Where is Fred?
Scan indicates, Fred is not here.
Should we be worried?
We could worry or we could call him.
Or he could call us.
Guys, emergency!
Help now!
This does not appear to be an emergency.
Hello, I am famous.
♪ Whoa-oh
♪ Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
-So, Fred, uh, what's wrong? -This better be good.
If you're lookin' for someone to cut your toenails,
the answer is no, never again.
That hangnail was majorly infected, okay?
A man can't operate on himself.
Freddie, why are we here?
Because it's here. There's no escape. There's no hope.
All right. Drama king,
explanation, now.
It's my bro-tillion.
-What'd he say? -He's reptilian?
Oh, something with his costume.
No, Bro. Bro-Bro-Bro.
-Bro. Bro. -Heathcliff. Translation?
The time has come for Master Frederick's bro-tillion,
a grand gala held in his honor
where he will be formally presented to the city's monied elite.
-Fred, translation? -It's a stuffy party where I have to stuff myself
into a stuffy suit and talk to stuffy people about stuffy things.
And that's not even the worst part.
And then there's... Binky.
I do not have any data on... Binky.
Beverly Samantha Mole,
aka, Binky.
The reigning queen of San Fransokyo's snob society.
She's rude. She's arrogant. She's--
Quite insufferable.
Not at all down to earth like you, madam.
Which is why everything must be perfect.
-Right, dear? -Right, Mom.
Why does your mom care what this Binky lady thinks?
Well... there was the time I defaced priceless art.
In my defense, the concept of priceless art was still new to me.
Binky, wait!
In my defense, the monkeys looked up to me as their leader.
Binky, wait!
And I'm still not allowed at the yacht club.
In my defense-- Well, I don't really have a defense for that one.
Binky, wait!
-Wow. -Yeah, wow.
I can't let my mom down again.
You guys have to help me. I need to become a proper young gentledude,
and I need to do it by Saturday.
Saturday? Which Saturday? This Saturday?
You've already taken care of personal grooming, your mom's handling wardrobe,
-what's next? -Preparing for the moment I fear more than anything...
the dance.
That really wasn't worth the dramatic pause.
Yeah-huh.
Uh, don't worry, Fred. I got this.
Ba-da-la-la-la-la.
Allow me to introduce, Baymax.
Now with dance mode.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Huh?
The Robot. Really?
The waltz.
Your arms go here and here.
Well, this is kind of nice.
-I will lead. Ready? -Ready?
-Step, side. -Whoa, wait.
-Which side? -Very good.
-Step, side. You're movin' real fast. -Step, side.
-Uh, step, side, close. -Step...
Terrible news, Frederick.
Avalanche on the family mountain.
Of course, your father is leading the search party.
So, my party's off?
Don't even joke about that.
Madam, more terrible news.
-The caterer has canceled. -What? No! No!
Did you tell him I-- I would pay him obscenely?
-Of course. -Oh, this cannot be happening.
Come, Heathcliff, we have to find another caterer
or the bro-tillion will be ruined.
I'll be ruined!
Mm... Be right back.
This is a disaster. All the best caterers are committed.
What am I going to do? No canapes, no crudites.
Oh, Binky's going to have a field day.
Maybe not. You know, it just so happens I know of a hot new caterer.
-You do? -Oh, yeah.
Totally undiscovered gem.
Does this undiscovered gem have references?
References? You mean, living in the past?
Look, she's not some stuffy old caterer making the same stuffy old stuff.
She's exciting. She's hip.
You'd be on the cutting edge.
Me, on the cutting edge?
Oh, that would make Binky's blue blood boil.
Hiro, you are a lifesaver.
Guess what, Aunt Cass?
You're gonna be able to buy that new espresso machine.
You have done catering before, right?
It's hopeless. I can't do it.
You know who else thinks you can't do it?
Binky Mole.
Are you gonna let her be right?
Or are you gonna be on the cutting edge?
On the cutting edge of what?
I don't know. It worked on your mom.
The point is, you're going out there on Saturday
to show Binky Mole what you're made of--
that you're Frederick Frederickson the Fourth
and you're not afraid of anything.
Well, spiders, a little. I mean, not debilitating.
Fred.
Oh, okay. Get over here, Mr. Marshmallow.
We gonna waltz now.
Oh!
Ooh, look. A panda. Look at his little face, isn't he cute?
I named him Parker.
And that kitten over there? That's Rodrigo.
Isn't he adorable?
Honey Lemon, don't get emotionally involved
with the hors d'oeuvres.
Okay, guys. Get out there and circulate.
Leave no mouth unappetized,
no hand unbeveraged,
and most importantly, have fun.
Uh, excuse me! Coming through!
Can I interest you in a cute panda?
Or perhaps an adorable kitten?
Parker...
-Told you. -Ah! Huh?
Up-up-up. Don't forget a napkin.
You're welcome.
Hello. I am Baymax.
Your recent rhinoplasty
is approximately 73.9 percent healed.
I thought you said it wasn't obvious.
Good evening, all. Thank you for coming.
It is with great pride that I introduce
the bro of the hour, my son, Frederick.
Binky.
Baymax, help.
I forgot the steps. My mind is blank.
Everything is swirling around me.
Your symptoms indicate acute anxiety.
I recommend deep calming breaths.
Oh, no. Now you are hyperventilating.
Breathe, into this.
It's not working.
It feels like the whole room is shaking.
Guys? What is that?
Greetings, San Fransokyo.
It is I, Baron Von Steamer.
I was a pretty well-known villain in my day.
No? Steam? Steamer?
Nobody remembers?
Ah, well, I guess there's not room
in your fancy pocket-vest telephones for history.
- This is a private affair, sir, and you did not RSVP.
I did not RSVP,
and I didn't bring a guest, but I am taking one--
Frederick Frederickson the Fourth!
Wait. What? Does this mean I don't have to dance?
Help!
Here you go. And one for you. Lucky Cat Catering.
Tell your friends.
Binky, wait.
There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this, I think.
Binky, come back!
Wow. A super-villain crashed my bro-tillion.
Yeah. A super-villain crashed your bro-tillion.
Protect Fred.
Hiya!
Scanning...
Huh?
Honey Lemon!
We need our gear.
- Steam is hazardous. - It can cause third-degree burns.
That is the ambition of the weapon, pale dirigible.
That is hot.
He melted my face?
A bro should not have to see his own face melted.
Don't look at it!
Aw, come on!
Ah, young Frederick.
You have grown since the baby child
you presumably were at one point.
So, I'm guessing you two haven't met.
I think I'd remember.
You are the spitting image of your accursed father.
Whoa. What the--?
Oh! Guys? Help!
Wasabi!
Let him go!
Hmm?
-I'm not Fred. -Silence, prisoner!
Tell Boss Awesome he has until midnight to surrender
if he ever wants to see his precious baby child again.
- 'Kay, not sure which way your creepy laugh
is coming from. Could you cackle again, please?
No!
-He got Wasabi. -I think the super-villain thought he was me.
Super-confused-villain.
I'm also confused. Who's Boss Awesome?
Your dad was a superhero?
Named Boss Awesome?
'Twas the '70s.
Fred, you sure we should be in here?
No, but Dad's halfway around the world in Switzerstan.
We can keep a secret.
I'm glad somebody can.
Uh, hey, Dad.
Do you mind telling me what you and you friends are doing
in my secret superhero den?
Well, we're at my bro-tillion, then this guy Steamer shows up--
-Baron Von Steamer? -Yeah. That's the one.
I can't believe he's still in the game.
He was old back in the day.
Well, he's back. For revenge.
Of course he is. He was my arch-nemesis.
Sir? He captured our friend. Any idea where he would take him?
He had multiple hideouts, as I recall.
But he did have a couple of favorites.
Hit that button there.
The lights indicate the locations
of Steamer's old lairs.
Can't be that one. It's a Noodle Burger now.
Yep, and that's a Noodle Burger, that's a Noodle Burger, Noodle Burger,
and another Noodle Burger. Oh, wait. No, no. You know what?
-That's a Yaki Taco. -So the only two that aren't Noodle Burgers,
the abandoned subway station and the old ironworks.
They're on opposite sides of the city.
-Great. -We'll have to split up.
- Classic.
Finally! After all these years, I will get my revenge.
I will best my mortal enemy
by taking the thing he treasures the most.
His offspring, his heir,
his baby child!
For nigh upon half a century, your father and I have clashed.
My condolences, baby child.
For tonight, Boss Awesome will perish.
Look, scary steam guy, I have no idea who Boss Awesome is
but I can assure you, I am not his baby child.
That's exactly what your father would want you to say.
What? No. You're not listening to me.
I'm not Fred. You got the wrong guy.
Save your breath, Frederick.
If your daddy doesn't show, it could be your last.
My last breath? No, no, no, no, no. I have lots of breaths.
Watch.
Salutations, nosy interlopers.
You have made the grievous error of transgressing on the lair of Baron Von Steamer.
Thanks, Baymax.
Booby-trapped. Old timey booby-trapped, but, uh, still, booby-trapped.
I will search for more booby traps.
Whoa, hold on.
I'm picking up a heat signature.
-Could it be a furnace? -Do furnaces typically move?
Not typically.
It is moving... toward us.
Rapidly.
It's another booby trap!
Oh, no.
I suggest we leave.
-That was unfortunate. -Baymax. Power lift.
You are safe now.
Thanks, Baymax.
Salutations, nosy interlopers.
Where is he?
You have made the grievous error of--
- error... error... error... error...
Baron Von Steamer is not here.
error... error... error... er--
We need to get to the old ironworks, fast.
Well, this place is disgusting.
Yeah. Steamer really nailed it.
Guys, look!
It's Rodrigo. He made it.
Wasabi's leaving us a trail.
Hmm... hmm...
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you wanna eat this?
Rodrigo.
Boss Awesome thinks he's so special.
-Boss Awesome thinks he's the bee's knees. -Ugh, of course.
Tonight, Baron Von Steamer is the bee's knees!
Ah!
Oh, no.
Oh, yes. Midnight is nigh, my captive buffoon,
and your daddy's not here.
I'm not Fred, and my daddy's an orthodontist.
Nice try, baby child.
Fire up the ironworks!
Aah! No! Up! Stop! Aah! Well, what if I say I am?
-Fred? -Super jump!
Aren't you supposed to be saving me? Aah!
Okay! Okay!
You can open your eyes now.
Not ready yet.
Millennial!
Uh, did he just give up?
I think we should get out of here now.
Could not agree more. Aah!
What is that?
Hey, guys, I lied.
My fear of spiders is debilitating.
Where is Boss Awesome? You're not bosses, or awesome.
Watch out!
So it's a spider, with a hammer.
I don't see what this thing...
...has to do with steam.
Well, you can't tell from the outside, but it's steam powered.
I guess we'll have to take your word for it.
There you are, baby child Frederick.
Uh, Fred, you wanna say somethin' right now?
Run, Wasabi!
Aah!
Oh!
- Gotcha! - Huh?
How many of you are there?
Baymax, am I glad to see you.
Scanning. You are unharmed, but damp.
Yeah, well, it's hot in here.
And I, uh, maybe... peed myself a little.
Oh?
That's it.
Baymax, look out!
Hiro, are you injured?
Fred.
Huge spider, so big, so many legs.
Oh, no. Everybody?
Come on, Fred. You can do this.
That's it! You wanted Frederick Frederickson
the Fourth and here I am,
in a lizard costume.
Wait. You're Frederick?
Ah, yes, I see the resemblance.
You scoundrel. How dare you impersonate a Frederickson.
Yeah, that's what I was doing.
At last, I will exact my revenge
by defeating my arch-enemy's little baby child.
Listen, Steamer. Today is my bro-tillion.
Today, I'm not a baby child, I'm a man child.
Step! Side!
Huh?
Step! Side!
Hold still, you fidget!
Cease your prancing!
Stop melting my legs!
Step! Side! Waltz! Kaboom!
You crashed the wrong party, Steamer.
It appears you have bested me, Frederick,
but I will have my revenge.
Villainy defies gravity!
Eventually!
Hiro, do you see? All these are catering jobs.
I'm booked solid!
I love this new espresso machine.
See? This is nice.
What's his name?
Sienna.
May I have this dance?
Do you think Binky's havin' a good time?
Your stress level is elevated.
Would you like a hug?
I'm sorry my bro-tillion got ruined, Mom.
I know how much you wanted to impress Binky.
Oh, I don't know. I like this one better.
It's much more you.
Besides, I think it's time we both stopped worrying
about what Binky thinks.
I'm so proud of you, dear.
Back at you, Madre.