(opening theme playing)
Titans, go!
(grunting)
(squawking)
(grunts)
That's what happens to naughty children.
(cackling)
Mother, may I give you the eye blast?
No, you may not.
That's one mean old lady.
Oh!
Toughest grandma ever.
Please. She's nothing compared to my grandma.
Make you cookies one minute,
Knock some sense into you the next.
My grandma's a succubus who eats people's souls.
Mother told you to be nice, now you all get a spanking!
-(slapping) -oh! Ow! Oh!
Ow! Too bad your grandma's not here, cyborg.
'cause we could sure use the backup. Ow!
-Man, if she were here, she'd be like... -(beeping)
(imitating grandma) honey, you don't want to make grandmama mad!
Uh-uh, no you do not!
That is the funny voice. I did not know you could do the funny voice.
(cackling)
Ooh, you have done it now! Grandmama's gonna give you a whoopin' for that!
That's right, you go on now. Go on, honey. Look both ways before you cross the street.
Hmph! I guess I knocked some sense into her.
(titans laughing)
Too bad you can't really knock some sense into a person.
Ooh child, sure you can!
No sense, then wham! Sense.
All right, who wants some?
-Nopes, I'm good. -Uh, no thanks.
Oh, no thank you, the grandma. (giggling)
But I do like the funny voice.
Cyborg: (imitating grandma) that boy couldn't sit down for a week!
(laughing) never should have messed with grandmama's gravy!
Enough with the funny voice, cyborg.
Mmm. Yeah, it's giving me a headache.
Grandmama don't know what you talkin' about, baby.
(chuckling)
Dude, the moment's passed. Why are you still talking like that?
You ever get stuck doing a voice that you just can't stop?
Well, that's where I am, honey, I just can't help it. Grandmama can't help it.
(crashing)
-Try to help it. -(all clapping)
Morning, titans.
(cyborg humming)
Cyborg: (imitating grandma) who wants breakfast, children?
Ugh, still with the voice! (gasping)
-Cyborg, what are you doing, bro? -Call me grandmama, child.
-Seriously, cyborg... -(slapping)
-Ow. -I said call me grandma!
Okay, grandmama.
Now wash those hands before you eat. Go on, now. Mmm-hmm.
That dress does not flatter him.
(singing loudly)
It seems this voice has attached itself to cyborg's subconscious somehow.
-But it also seems he... -(footsteps pounding)
She has become an awesome cook!
Thank you, sweetie.
Now let's clean up this mess, 'cause I'm not raisin' any little piggies.
Aww, but that's so much work!
Cleanin' doesn't have to be work, baby.
Just put a little music on, and it becomes a party!
How can audio pleasantries inspire cleanliness?
(funky music playing)
(splashing)
Just feel the music, baby.
I think I'm... I'm starting to feel it.
-Yo, this music is making me want to do the dishes! -(squeaking)
Watch me dry these bad boys.
-(rattling) -(tinkling)
Uh-huh!
(funky music continues)
(zapping)
That's right!
Grandma's cookin' now!
(cyborg whooping)
Uh-huh!
I don't know how we ever lived without you. I love you, grandma.
I love you, too. Sweet, sweet dreams, baby child.
(beast boy playing video game)
Huh?
-Hey, I was playing with that! -Not before doin' your homework you wasn't.
I don't have homework. I don't even go to school.
Are you sassin' me, child?
-What is sassin'? -Ooh, don't make me knock some sense into you.
Sorry, grandma.
Mmm-hmm, that's more like it.
(elevator dinging)
Cyborg: Oh, no, you don't!
You're not goin' out dressed like that!
What is wrong with the way I am attired?
Why, nothing.
If you like showin' some skin.
I think she looks good.
No, you don't!
(glass breaking)
(splashing)
Robin? Did you have to knock so much of the sense into him?
-(chuckling) -somethin' comical, missy?
(clearing throat) uh, no, ma'am.
You!
-Cover yourself up! You ain't goin' nowhere like that! -Yes, grandmama.
And you!
-You're fine like that. -Thanks.
-Is that sass? -No, ma'am.
Mmm-hmm.
I've changed my mind. I hate life with grandma!
We've gotta do something. I don't care how good his peach cobbler is.
My cheeks sting from the slapping.
How do we make him snap out of it?
We take grandma's advice.
(imitating grandma) we have to knock some sense into him, child!
Sorry, it is a fun voice to do.
-I can't hit a grandma, robin. -She is part of our family.
"she's" not even a she!
Hitting old people, even if they aren't really old people, isn't cool.
We hit old people all the time.
But they are filled with the evil.
An old person filled with evil. That's it!
Hmph. Blasted arthritic hip.
-Now, who called for grandma? -Help! Ahh, help!
-You must save us, grandmama! -We've been baked into a giant pie.
How crazy is that?
-(screaming) -(chewing)
Such a delicious way to die! Mmm.
Who did this terrible, terrible thing?
Mother mae eye: Are you calling my pie terrible?
It is if you usin' my grandbabies as fillin'!
I hope you got your teeth in tight.
'cause we 'bout to have us a grandma fight!
-(roaring) -(growling)
(comical music playing)
You gonna make a move, old woman?
Or you just gonna stand there gettin' shorter?
(mother mae eye speaking)
(growling)
(cyborg speaking)
(exploding)
Now, you've made mother mad!
-(jaguar growling) -(lion roaring)
(grunts)
Sweet marlene! You're not even a grandma!
Mother needs to knock some sense into you.
(in normal voice) whoa! I just got the sense knocked into me!
I love you, baby child.
(cackling)
-(shooting) -(exploding)
You guys okay?
Oh, man, I'm so full.
(whimpering)
There, there. It's going to be okay, cyborg.
I just miss her so much.
We'll always have the memories, bro.
(funky music playing)
That's right! Whoo!
Granny's cookin' now!