(THEME SONG PLAYING)
CYBORG: Waffles!
Waffles.
Excuse me?
Waffles?
Waffles.
STARFIRE: Waffles?
-Waffles!
Wait... What?
Obviously, they're
playing some idiotic game
to see who can go the longest
saying only "waffles."
Waffles.
(SINGSONG) Waffles.
(GIGGLING) Ooh-hoo-hoo!
I wish to participate
in this merriment.
Waffles.
(CLICKING TONGUE)
Waffles.
But how does one say
"waffles" incorrectly?
-(EXCLAIMS)
-(LAUGHTER)
Saying "waffles"
over and over
isn't funny.
It's annoying. Please stop.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Waffles!
(GRUNTING)
What Robin is trying to say
is that we're having trouble
understanding the point
of your waffles game.
Perhaps you can
explain its appeal.
(SITAR MUSIC)
(HEAVY METAL GUITAR)
(R&B GROOVE)
BOTH:
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles ♪
Wow. Incredibly annoying.
Let's change
the subject. Quick.
Good idea.
How about I make breakfast?
What do you guys feel like?
-Waffles!
Of course you do.
(COW MOOING)
Waffles.
Right.
(SIZZLING)
-(BELL DINGS)
-Here you go. Waffles.
Waffles, waffles, waffles!
Waffles, waffles?
(SCOFFS) Waffles, waffles!
Is that not what
you asked for?
CYBORG: Waffles.
Ah! It's going to be
a long day! Phew!
-Waffles.
-(GROWLING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Waffles, waffles, waffles.
Waffles.
-ROBIN: Hmm.
-Something up?
Maybe.
The computer is picking up
a strange distress signal
from the other side
of town.
I think we should
check it out.
Then we are with you.
Let's do it.
Titans, go!
-Waffles!
-Waffles, waffles.
Uh, why don't you two
sit this one out?
Waffles?
Yeah, we got this.
Wah-affles.
ROBIN: Well, this is where
the distress signal's
coming from.
It appears no one is here.
So, who
sent the signal, then?
BROTHER BLOOD:
That would be me.
Greetings, Titans.
Brother Blood!
The fiendish Headmaster
of the H.I.V.E. Academy.
Creepy guy who stands under
dramatic lighting.
You didn't think
you'd seen the last
of your favorite enemy?
Then this was a trap!
-And you have
stepped right in.
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
Thanks to our many encounters,
I'm prepared for
every possible contingency.
We'll see about that.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, God. Oh, God.
(RAVEN GRUNTS)
Ahh!
Like I said,
every possible contingency.
What do you want,
Brother Blood?
What I want is simple...
Control over the Titans Tower
weapons arsenal.
Sorry, but I designed
the system so it could
only be used by us.
Which is why I require
your voice recognition codes.
(FEEDBACK WHINES)
We'll never give you
our voice recognition codes.
Your mind control
won't work on us.
While I know I can be
very persuasive,
-I thought this
would be more fun.
-(BEEPS)
PAIN BOT: Pain, pain,
pain, pain, pain.
Pain.
This is Robin,
and I hereby authorize access.
This is Raven,
and I hereby authorize access.
This is Starfire,
and I hereby authorize access.
Pain.
But I was really looking
forward to using this.
I spent a lot of time
making it.
Oh, I know this pain.
We do not like the torture.
Yeah, that looks
super uncomfortable.
Besides, you still need
Beast Boy and Cyborg's
authorizations, too.
And they'll never give it up.
I assure you they
will sing like birds.
Eh, I kind of doubt it.
-Not today.
-Trust us.
Then you underestimate me
and this machine.
Pain, pain, pain, pain.
Good call on the talking.
♪ Waffles♪
♪ Wa-aa-aa-aa-afles ♪
♪ Ooh, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles,
wa-aa-aa-affles ♪
♪ Wa...ffles ♪
♪ Waffle, waffle, waffle,
Wa-aa-aa-ffles♪
♪ Waffle, waffle, wa-aa-a... ♪
Hello, Cyborg.
Beast Boy.
I have some important news.
I've captured your friends,
and if you don't
surrender immediately,
you'll never see them
alive again.
Waffles!
Indee- - wait.
What did you just say?
Waffles! Waffles!
Am I coming through clearly?
You understand I am making
a serious threat, right?
Waffles, waffles, waffles.
You're messing with me now,
aren't you?
Waffles.
Look, you know
where to find me,
and don't try
anything foolish,
as I've prepared
for every possible contingency.
-Waffles!
-Waffles, waffles!
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(WHISPERING)
Waffles, waffles, waffles.
(WHISPERING) Waffles.
Waffles.
-Waffles!
I am really impressed
at your commitment
to this game.
BROTHER BLOOD: Glad you could
join our little party.
Waffles!
-Waffles, waffles, waffles!
-(GUN FIRING)
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
-Pain.
Pain.
Waffles.
Your fellow Titans
have already given up
their voice recognition codes.
If you want to save them,
you'll do the same.
Waffles.
Last chance.
Pain.
Waffles!
Okay, stop saying that,
it's getting very irritating
and it's not funny at all.
Pain, pain.
BEAST BOY: Waf...fles!
-(BEAST BOY SCREAMING)
-CYBORG: Waf....fles!
I cannot bear to watch.
Ready to talk?
(WEAKLY) Waffles.
Stop...saying..."waffles."
Waffles.
-(BEEPS)
-Oh, I know this pain.
-BEAST BOY: Waf...fles!
-(CYBORG SCREAMING)
BEAST BOY: Waffles! Waffles!
BOTH: Waf...fles!
-Pain, pain.
-(GRUNTING)
Waa-affles.
-CYBORG: Waf...fles!
-I think I have an idea.
Does it involve waffles?
Exactly!
Brother Blood may think
he prepared for
every contingency,
but you can't prepare for
Cyborg and Beast Boy's
stupid games.
Please tell your friends
to just give me
the voice codes.
I mean, don't tell me
you're not annoyed, too.
Waffles!
Oh, come on! You now?
-Waffles!
-Waffles.
It's not funny!
ALL: (CHANTING)
Waffles, waffles, waffles.
Can't you see this is
the stupidest game ever?
ALL:
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles
Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
♪ Waffles ♪
-♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
-(GRUNTING)
-♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles♪
-Argh! Stop!
-♪ Waffles ♪
-PAIN BOT: Pain, pain... ♪
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(CRASHING)
ALL: Waffles!
♪ Waffles, waffles, waffles ♪
Okay, it's not funny anymore.
-What?
-The waffle thing.
You guys are so annoying!
But was this not your game?
And you guys ruined it.
Thanks a lot.
So, how do we get out
of this cage?
Waffles.
(BELL RINGING)
Whoo-hoo!
The H.I.V.E. is back
to their old tricks again.
What a bunch of scoundrels.
-Creeps.
-Zorgnargs!
Stinky jerks!
(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Ah, yeah...
Especially Jinx.
Dude, I think Cyborg
has a thing for Jinx.
Oh, clearly he has the thing.
What? Jinx?
Ew! Gross!
-That's just...
(GAGGING)
-Uh-huh.
Then why is it
that every time
we battle the H.I.V.E.,
you insist on taking her?
'Cause, you know,
tactical reasons...
And strategery stuff.
If you don't like her,
then prove it!
On the battlefield.
Titans, go!
(CLEARS THROAT)
Hi.
(GIGGLES)
Take her down, will ya?
I'm gonna give her
a monster bear hug!
(ROMANTIC MUSIC)
That is not the bear hug!
I guess it's time to
bring out the big guns!
Flowers?
She has really
bad allergies. Ooh!
Great, she's going
to get away!
No! She's not gonna get away!
-Yeah, she got away.
-You let her go on purpose!
-Did not!
-Yes, you did.
And now we're going
to have a meeting about it.
(ALL SIGH)
Titans, we're here
today to discuss
Cyborg's crush on Jinx.
Starfire, if you would.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Chapter 4, article 7
of the official superhero
charter of conduct states:
no superhero shall
take romantic interest
in a villain.
It does not say that!
-Anymore.
-Cyborg...
Okay! I'll tell you the truth!
Finally.
I'm pretending to
have a crush on her,
to lull her into a false
sense of confidence.
Have you been
eating the baloney again?
In fact, I'm going to
take her down right now.
She's at a coffee shop
as we speak.
And how do you know that?
I know everything about her.
Her favorite color,
the type of music
she listens to.
Everything.
Because she's my enemy!
I mean...
(CLEARS THROAT)
(GRUFF VOICE)
If you'll excuse me.
Oh, how do I look?
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
Hello, Cyborg.
Are you following me?
No, I'm tracking you.
Also, I got you this.
(BEEPING)
Blueberry pie...
My favorite.
I know.
That's creepy.
I know.
But...
In a romantic way.
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS)
-Does this mean we're...
-I'd like that.
If any of the other
Titans found out.
If any of the H.I.V.E.
found out.
Then we'll just have to...
Keep it a secret.
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS)
(SIGHS)
Where'd you get
that balloon from?
Stole it from a baby.
You're not lying
to me, are you?
Me? Lie?
♪ I love your pink hair ♪
♪ I love your evil glare ♪
♪ You're bad for me, girl♪
♪ But I just don't care
But I just don't care ♪
(HARMONIZING)
I thought you said
you didn't love Jinx.
I don't!
You were just singing
about how much
you love Jinx.
No, no, that's
just a song, man.
You're reading way
too much into the lyrics.
Uh-huh,
I'm watching you, Cyborg!
I am watching--
(HARMONIZING)
These last few days
have been amazing.
I know, Cy.
I just don't know
how much longer
we can keep this up.
ROBIN:
Not much longer at all!
So it's true.
You're dating.
-No.
-We're...
Battling over this
ice cream cone!
-I'll never let you get its
strawberry goodness!
-The cone is mine!
Oh! The pain!
Do I look like
I was born yesterday?
-Kinda.
-Yeah.
(CRYING)
Cyborg, you are hereby
forbidden from ever
seeing Jinx again.
That goes for you too, Jinx!
Whatever this is, it's over!
Don't tell me you're still
hung up on that robot?
Of course not. He's my enemy.
My big, fun, adorable enemy!
(SOBBING)
Please, Jinx,
your earnest emotions
are making
everyone uncomfortable.
But I like him so much!
I'll never see him again!
That's not true,
you can see him again.
-Really?
-When we're trying
to kill the Titans!
(SOBBING LOUDLY)
Oh, fine! You can date him!
But he's good
and we're evil and...
Oh, it'll never work out!
Then we'll do
whatever it takes!
Will you convert
from evil to good?
Well, let's not get crazy.
(WHIMPERING)
All right! All right!
-We'll be good.
-Not just good.
We need to become
crime fighters!
The police scanner
says there's a crime
in progress here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER RADIO)
Wait, isn't this the
bank that we robbed?
(LAUGHING) Whoo-hoo!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
The Titans?
What are you doing?
I got the Titans to
become evil for us.
But I made the H.I.V.E.
become crime fighters for us!
So I guess this
means we're still en--
Oh well, Titans, kill!
Why do you have to
go and ruin everything?
I did this for you!
Told you guys
it would never work out.
Stick a worm
in it, little birdy.
Hey, don't you talk
to my leader like that!
I'll talk to your leader
however I want,
because he smells
like celery!
At least my leader
isn't a five-year-old
in a jet pack!
I never want to see you again!
Well, I can't wait
to see you...behind bars!
You've both finally
come to your senses.
Yeah, let's ditch these losers
and go home, Jinx.
-I guess this is goodbye.
-I guess so.
Unless you were to rob
that bank on Third Street
next Tuesday,
say noon-ish?
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS)