♪
Quick, get inside!
Hurry!
Do you think they saw us? Shh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.
We didn't know anyone was in here. Please don't kill us.
I'm afraid we'll have to kill you.
With kindness.
Yes, we are Brocyclian helper bots.
We are programmed to assist others in need.
I am R-656.
This is R-657, 8, and 9.
Yeah, we can't wait to help you.
We saw you on our radar and thought you might need help.
Huddle!
I don't know about these guys. We shouldn't trust them.
Guys, we're drifting in space.
They could be our only chance.
How do we know if they're actually going to help us?
We could just ask them.
Well, who's gonna ask?
Ugh, fine.
Bro-bots, can you help us get back to Earth?
Yes, let us show you.
Huh.
I can't believe I never noticed this before.
The organic fuel synthesizer
takes all natural resources from your park
and converts them into fuel for your dome.
Observe.
Once the meter reaches full capacity,
you will have just enough power to get you back to Earth.
Wow. You hear that, guys?
Manual labor is gonna save our lives.
Everybody grab a Bro-bot and get to work.
Dude, there's still something shady about those guys.
Let's follow them.
Dude, maybe we're wrong about these guys.
They actually seem pretty nice. Yeah, too nice!
They did say they were gonna kill us with kindness.
Killing is killing, dude. You're being paranoid.
Don't call me paranoid! It makes me paranoid!
Shh, shh. Wait.
Aha! Aha! What did I tell you?
Hm-Hm! Let's follow him.
Access granted.
Dude, we got to get in there.
How? We're not robots.
Hmm.
011011. 011011.
Access granted.
Zero-o-o-o-o!
State your bounty, Reaper-bot R-659.
Reaper-bot?
Computer, deposit ready.
Please place organic materials in containment unit.
Deposit accepted.
Value on robot black market, 2,000 credits.
Aw, yeah.
Stealing from others...
what us Reaper-bots do best.
I can't believe they think we're actually helping them.
Those liars!
They were playing us right from the start.
Look at all this stuff.
They must be harvesting plants from all over the galaxy.
Whoa! This one's craze-o.
Dude, come here.
You might want to look at this.
Reaper-bots?
Really?
It's true.
They're stealing all our plants
and harvesting them for their own.
We saw it ourselves.
That's ridiculous.
They're the best thing that's happened to us
since we left Earth.
They're the only thing that's happened to us.
Hello, friends. You look parched.
We converted this terrible sour fruit
into a sweet and refreshing drink especially for you.
Oh, nice. Lemonade. My favorite.
No!
We're not buying it, Bro-bots!
Or should I say Reaper-bots!
We found your evil plan. See?
Yes, our plan for helping you.
But you drew X's over our faces.
The X's help to remind us who to help.
X marks the spot... for helping.
A likely story... for a liar!
Somebody tried to warn us about you.
Oh, wait, that's just an advertisement.
Read the whole text. Huh?
"Trust no one...
who says their pizza is better than Papa Quasars"?
Wha-a-a-a-at?
Hello, Earthlings.
I brought this hot disk of flour and cheese for you.
See? Pizza.
Are you guys satisfied now?
Pizza's the oldest trick in the book! Yeah.
We still think you Bro-bots should leave.
Wow, as a robot who can't feel real emotions,
I must say that hurt.
Who says no to free pizza?
Not cool, bros.
Why are you guys being so mean to them?
I am detecting mass tension.
I guess we'll have to find some other beings
to enjoy our pizza with.
No, no, wait!
Don't go! Please don't go.
Don't listen to those bozos.
They were just about to leave.
But... Just get inside, now!
Stop!
Hey, you almost hit him.
How rude.
Uh, yeah.
I, uh, meant to do that.
Who are you people? I don't know.
You don't know who you are?
Oh, I do. There's just no time to explain.
These Reaper-bots are harvesting your natural resources as we speak.
You filthy metal heads
only help others to help yourselves.
Unh-unh.
Our motives are genuine.
How can you trust these people?
They could be space pirates.
Say that to my gun, you Reaper scum!
Park friends,
think of all the nice things we've done for you today.
Does that not mean anything to you?
♪
Well, this is certainly a pickle.
I'm not sure who we can trust.
I put my money on the new guys.
Look!
What is that thing, Bro-bots?
Oh, that?
That's, uh...
ah, who are we kidding?
Reaper-bots, attack!
Quick, this way.
Here, arm yourselves.
Hey, baby blue! You want some more?
Come get it!
We're gonna need more firepower.
Loud and clear.
We need backup. I repeat, backup.
Aah!
Ow!
Hole in one.
It's not working.
Aah!
Dude, you found his weak spot.
Aim for the beard!
Aah!
Hey, buddy, I hate to bust your chops,
but logging season is over.
Looks like we lumber-jacked him up.
Not bad.
Wow, those robots really had us fooled.
It's like my father always told me.
If someone's being nice to you,
they probably have ulterior motives.
Sorry we didn't believe you guys.
It's okay, Benson.
Yeah, no hard feelings.
Not everyone's as smart as we is.
Let's get to the control room.
We got to get out of here.
Control room?
Come on.
This is just Pops' room.
Is it?
Are you taking us back to Earth?
No.
We've got other plans.
♪