MVA 1x01 "Welcome to Area Fifty-Something"
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This, Monsters, is where the unidentified flying object crashed.
Right here? On the table?
- You're not Australia, Bob. - So it's not identified, like Australia.
Yes, Bob, you are totally right. It's easier than explaining.
Monsters, I don't need to tell you how bad
things got the last time aliens set foot on Earth.
Indead, Mr. President, the Gate Bridge
sustained catastrophic structural damage.
The Bridge? Dr. Cockroach, I'm talking about my approval rates,
flying like a nanny on top of my extraterrestrial's image.
Also, the wet pants didn't helped.
So I need you to stop these aliens, hard!
Mr. President, you can count on Team Monster!
♪ MVA! ♪
It's the smallest aliens I ever seen!
It's not an alien problem.
Those are Mermisia Dethathorn,{*corr} commonly known as bullants.
Shoot, they're the biggest ants I have ever seen!
Indeed, but we are not here for ants,
we are here to investigate this myserious object from the stars.
Okay. Let's get this over with. We'll give them the little one-two.
Whoa, Link. I'm not sure the old one-two is the answer here.
Susan, when it comes to aliens, the old one-two is always the answer.
It doesn't seem to be doing anything weird.
Whoa!
Okay. That felt weird and wrong.
- Really wrong! - Susan, it's absorbing your Quantonium.
Susan, you look different. You changed your hair.
Bob, she's... just take a look. She's small.
Whoa!
Is that all you brought? You are on Earth, baby.
Link is here. You gotta bring more than...
... that!
Wait. Wait.
That is the biggest thing I've ever seen.
- I don't suppose you can talk to it. - Sorry, I don't speak ant.
Sweat mama mountain, look at the size of that thing!
He did it.
Mr. President, I thought you were in Washington.
I was. With the whole alien situation
I thought I should be here, on the ground, safe.
- You are safe, right? - General Monger, sir.
We have another unidentified flying object.
And it's coming right at us.
Totally him again. Get it together, man!
Look, is it in this guy's pants or what?
Coming through.
Brilliant strategy, drafting the locals to fight for you.
Now, let's see what makes you sick.
Back up, ant, you don't want to touch it without this muscle.
Ow!
Get ... away ... from ... him!
Okay. Over here, here, boy.
He's like a big pup. That's my bity scam.
Take five! Take five!
Tell me he's got a plan, Doc.
This is alien technology. It would take the brightest men from
the finest universities decades to unravel its most basic working.
- So you can't fix me? - Dear gal, don't be silly.
I was just putting my fourth common accomplishment in contacts.
Oh no, now I'm growing!
Voillá. Now I simply transferred the Quantonium back into Susan
and once again the Ginormica, we all know and love...
Should it be making that... noise?
I would say: Run!
Oh, god.
General Monger, I'm going to lead from behind this one.
Sorry, sir, the constitution says the President must make
- first contact with alien visits. - Meeting aliens is in the constitution?
The secret constitution, article 4,
it's been that way since Teddy Roosevelt.
Gravity. Misjudged the gravity.
Oh, sorry about that. Now, where are my notes?
Oh, yes, of course ...
Take... me... to... your... leader.
I'm not sure how I feel about this.
Good news, Susan, there are still trace
amounts of Quantonium in your blood.
- And the good part is? - You are 0,00004 percent
- taller than you should be! - I am supposed to be Ginormica.
Even so slightly larger than Normalica isn't going to cut it.
Buckle up, rockstars, we just got word from Area 50-something.
- We got another alien situation. - Where?
At Area 50-something!
This man is our leader!
Ah, technically, I'm just one of three branches of Government.
A lot of checks and balances on my ...
Mr. President, you're the most esteemed excellency on behalf
the rest of the galaxy, I want to say ... sorry.
Pardon? What?
We feel just awfull bad the whole fluffy galaxy incident...
Very embarrassing for us.
- That's why ... - Hold that thought.
Kind of in the middle of something. Milk and beef jerky, okay.
I'll stop on the way home. But it will be a while.
Okay. Bye. Bye.
You were saying.
You see... we feel awfull about the
galaxy incident and would like to...
Yes? That's denied? Well, record it and we'll watch it later.
No, don't watch it without me.
It's the finale. You see, something ...
Got to go, bye.
Where did you...?
Yes. We would like to...
Ah, no peace and quiet. When you are commander in chief.
Perhaps a little alien technology will help.
No signal? Nice!
They're cutting off all communication is the only way
for us to come into the intergalactic diplomacy, I say... so be it.
Alien technology. I like it! Mr. ...
Culliverton.
- Area 50-something, do you copy? - Frequency is all jammed.
- I don't like this. - And I don't like ham salad.
As I was saying... I'm here to build bridges
or rebuild them as the case may be.
Sweet molasses.
So let me get this straight, Mr. Culliverton, you don't want to flambai
our cities or organs of our people and turn them into a zombie work force?
No untill I know you better.
Kidding. I so draft you.
You did, you cut up.
The augies always make up for personality, don't they?
But seriously, Mr. President, I feel like I already know you so well.
In fact, I have a gift just for you.
My bio-thermo scanners have located what could be an alien.
Definitely an alien. And its... Sweet tube!
- The President. - What?
He's trapped in some sort of devious alien device.
- Devious.. - I'm getting something on the parabollic mic.
I don't think that's the President. Just a little girl.
No, Bob, that's our President.
Link, we are going in hot!
I love this thing.
Everybody loves the fun bubble.
- I'm not wild about it. - Oh please, General, your leader is ...
... is about to be rescued by Team Monster.
Monsters, now!
Whoa! Whew! Everybody ramba!
- Monster, stand down. - Ignore the General.
He is obviously under the alien scheme's mind control.
This is for Earth's most dominant species.
Yes, human kind. Whoa!
Actually I was thinking of cockroaches. But whatever.
We gotcha, Mr. President!
- Did you change your hair? - Mr. President, you're safe now.
Monsters have the situation under control.
- Oi. - Right?
- What were you Monsters thinking? - I wasn't. No brains.
We saw an alien. You know... in probability, evil.
So you just run in and give the old one-two?
Yep. When it comes to aliens, your one-two is always the answer,
that's what Link says, right, buddy?
Yeah, I might have said something like that.
What about this cyllinder, that slipped up all my Quantonium.
Sounds like a strayball guardian probe.{*corr}
They're always leaving those about the galaxy.{*corr}
- So it wasn't one of yours? - Of course not.
Simple coincident.
Mr. President, I feel unsafe with these Monsters around.
Maybe I'll come back when you're ready, you know. Century or two...
But I won't be President then. What if I got rid of the Monsters?
- You mean, kick them to the curb? - They're out of here. They're so fired!
- Mr. President, you can't do that! - Just did.
I decided. I'm the deciderer. So it's decider-ed.
- It's aliens in, and Monsters out! - Yay!
Wait, booh?
Boohh!
Please General, maybe you can get the President to reconsider.
- Are they still here? - Hi, Mr. President!
So, what do we do now? I kind of have a limited skillset.
Mr. President, welcome to the power centre of the ship.
Head butt please, whatever you do, don't touch anything.
This instruments are very sensitive.
I touched. Is that a problem?
- What? Blue lasers? - Oh, dear!
He activated the self-defense mode!
Please, run for your lives!
What do we do now? We are Monsters without a cars.
- I guess we do seem fairly pointless. - We're not pointless.
I'm not even sure we are qualified as monsters anymore.
I'm not pointless. But I kind of wish I was.
- What was that? - I give you one guess.
Go, go! The President is trapped in there!
Uh-oh.
Do something! It's your darn burned spaceship!
Yes, yes. I'm working on it. Mr. President,
the self-defense mode can be deactivated with a simple code.
Gotcha. Hit me with that code.
- The first leter is drum. - Drum?
It's the one that looks like upside-down ice cream cone on fire.
How about one that's sort of a three-legged wolverine with a bagpipe?
No, that's wrong one...
So, bad news, your President is apparently... doomed.
So I suppose it means you will be in the market for a new world leader?
Negatory, the President will be rescued!
- All I need is... - Monsters.
Reporting for duty.
And me, Monster on the inside.
Bob, show them why you are indestructible.
Indestructible. Good idea!
My turn.
Hop in!
They have no idea what they're doing. They could make it worse.
You better get in there and show them what for.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, my people do not get in there.
We stand on the sidelines and makes kingdom quicks.
- Get in there! - Oh!
Hey, look who decided to join us.
It's your ship. Feel free to lead the way.
I'm here strictly in an advisory role,
not the first wave of defense would be...
Yes. Those.
Hey, this is fun!
The alien technology failed one dissipate... move on!
My cockroach ability... withstand... the worst is over!
Things are going great in there.
Oh, they're lots of love. They're doing good.
Follow me.
Now careful, the next chamber will prove much more difficult.
We will get over you, funkyfeet, but Link's on this like butter on bread.
- That's an immobilizer ray. - Yes, thanks, I get that now.
Sorry, immobilizer ray.
It's hopeless, we will never make it to the President.
So what say we give up?
Listen, I have been dying to try a special Earth's beverage,
a "le-mo-nade" I believe it's called. Is it gold?
Susan, I have an idea. At least I think it's an idea.
Give it to me, Bob.
- The idea! - Oh, right.
Let the ray hit me, then use me as a shield.
- Bob, that's brilliant! - Okay. Get ready to roll.
Ready!
This tickles. A-ha-ha-ha.
- Thanks, Bob! - No problem.
Yeah. Feelin' pretty immobile now!
- Hey, guys, you're here, too. - Oh... Bob.
- The President should be behind ... - ...this door.
Hey, that's like the thing that zapped me.
Oh, let's not waste our time bickering.
We have a President to save!
See? And you...
Culliverton, thank goodness you're here!
And you, too, I want to say...
- Sara. - Susan.
Don't step on the floor! It's pressure sensitive.
I made this vastly unbreakable.
Mr. President, your approval rating is dropping.
Oh, clever. Well played, Sara.
Yes, sir.
Carefully, Mr. President. Climb on to my lap.
Oh, come on, now.
Tell me on your planet "oh, come on" means something good?
No, it means the ship is leaking Hyperium.
And when it blows it will blow out the world.
- Oh, crud. - Hold on!
Which half of the world? Huh?
Duck and cover!
Whew! That was awesome!
Did you see that, Susan?
Susan? Hey, where's Susan?
I'm afraid that Susan is ... gone.
Really? I hope she went some place nice.
I'm sure she has, buddy.
Whoa. Susan!
Once again, Monsters saved the world.
Please, half the world.
Fascinating. Apparently, the Quantonium left in Ginormica system,
absorbed the explosive Hyperium energy and reactivateed her powers
and it did more than that.
- Susan, think small thoughts. - Small thoughts, okay.
Snow flakes, lady bugs, those itty bity hot dog devours.
- Cool. - That would be!
Check me out! I can totally control my ginormasizing.
Oh right, Susan, that is really aw...
Sorry Bob, ok... maybe not totally, totally controlled.
No problem!
Monsters, for your performance in saving me and the world, but mostly me,
I'm officially welcoming you back to Area 50-Something.
- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo!
Booh!
No, wait, yay! Right?
It's gonna be great having you work along side my new BFF, Culliverton.
- What, an alien assigned here? - I know, I'm so jealous!
Oh, Mr. President, if were I to go to Washington with you,
we'd just waste all our time gigling... and gossipping.
The point is... from now on, you guys are all one big happy family.
- That's awesome! - Superawesome.
Hello... I'm leaving right now.
Unfortunately my Culliverlord,
my plan to neutralize Ginormica failed.
But I have the full trust of the President.
And even better, I have been placed in the earthling's most secret base.
Hurry up in there!
Mother nature is calling me with a bullhorn!
Oh, then, Culliverton out.
Sorry, your Earth come-outs are so confusing.
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