(OPENING THEME PLAYING)
(EXPLODES)
Okay, Titans, the H.I.V.E. is
planning something big.
I'll stand guard,
while you gather intel.
Keep your communicators handy.
I'll call in case they return.
Um... That's gonna be
a problem actually.
BEAST BOY: (OVER COMMUNICATOR)
Hey, Ray,
what's your 20? Over.
Something's wrong with your
communicator, over.
-(SCREAMING)
-(CRASHING)
(MEEKLY) Over and out.
Then we do it old school.
If you spot the H.I.V.E.
just give a little whistle.
(WHISTLING)
The cutest form
of communication.
Um...
Let's do it!
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Just a little whistle.
No problem...
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(ROBIN BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Is that the whistling sign
from Robin?
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
I think that's a dying bird.
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Sounds more like someone
stepped on a jelly donut.
That's a wet fart...
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(CHOKING)
(THUMPING)
(SPLATTER)
Did you not hear me when
I said give a little whistle.
I was whistling.
But the weather was weird
and my lips were chapped...
Can you even whistle?
Of course I can.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Robin, please stop.
Dude, you have to be
able to whistle.
How else are you gonna
be able to
hail cabs or call dogs?
-(WHISTLING)
-(HONKING)
-(BARKS)
-That's a good doggy.
The truth is I would never
devote a moment
of my precious time to
the pursuit of something
as stupid as whistling.
Never!
-Perhaps I can teach you
the whistle, Robin.
-I'm in.
(GASPS) This is the perfect
environment for the whistling.
No distractions.
Plenty of air.
Now observe.
(WHISTLING)
So beautiful.
-(WHISTLING)
-That hair.
Those eyes.
What a fascinating way
to describe the whistle.
Did it have the full lips
as well?
(WHISTLING)
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Now it is your turn.
Simply control a stream of air
by pressing
your lips together.
Like this?
(IMITATES KISSING)
No, like this.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
You can whistle, Robin.
I believe in you.
Yes, let a mighty wind blow
through your
mouth hole, Robin.
(GASPING)
Wonderful first effort.
(GROGGILY) Ah, well,
you're a great teacher.
(WHISTLE)
-What was that?
-Uh...
A squeaky hinge probably?
(WHISTLING)
(WHISTLE)
What is that noise?
I don't know, man.
It's getting weird in here.
(WHISTLING)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
I can't take this, bro!
What can you not take,
friends?
-(WHISTLING)
-Hey!
(GROANS) That wasn't me.
-(SOBBING)
-(WHISTLING)
From where are these
humorous whistles originating?
-It was I.
-(GASPS)
Robin, you have
learned the whistle.
Indeed, Starfire.
(WHISTLING)
-That's not whistling, brah...
-Sure it is.
As I have done with
all of my shortcomings,
I've adopted the use
of a gadget.
Robin, whistling isn't
like flying
or shooting lasers
out of your eyes
or being super strong
or teleportation
or invulnerability or flying
or shooting lasers
out of your eyes
or being super strong
or teleportation
or invulnerability
or being super strong
-or teleportation...
-I get it.
I don't have super powers.
That's right, you don't.
I'm just saying that
whistling is a skill
that everyone can master.
Indeed. It is like learning
the new language.
That's why we need
total immersion therapy.
So, you guys are only going
to communicate
through whistling from now on?
(WHISTLING)
And this is supposed to
make me learn faster?
(WHISTLING)
But how can you talk to
each other in whistles?
No one does that.
(ALL WHISTLING)
But how?
(ALL WHISTLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(WHISTLING)
(ALL WHISTLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Argh!
It doesn't matter
if I can't whistle.
Do I have to remind you the
H.I.V.E. is up to something?
And who is going to
lead us against them?
Me! I'm your leader.
Brah, you can't even lead
your lips into making some
sweet, sweet mouth music.
Ahhh! It's true.
You guys have to help me.
There is one last option.
(WHISTLING)
Please use your words.
(SIGHS) Travel to the mystical
mountains of Gomera,
find the master of whistles.
Okay.
Hello. (ECHOING)
-TEAPOT: Hello, there.
-(SCREAMS)
Down here. What brings
you to our castle?
I seek the master of whistles.
Of course, of course.
But first would you care
for some tea?
I have to see the master.
I don't have time to
speak with a little teapot.
So all you see is a teapot
vertically challenged
and sturdily constructed?
Yeah, there is your handle
and you've got a spout.
Arrogant boy, you are
getting me all steamed up.
-(WHISTLING)
-(SCREAMS)
(WHISPERING) Master.
(GASPS)
If only I could
whistle like that.
Of course you can.
First, some refreshments.
(WHISTLING)
Ah, a little something to
wet my whistle, eh?
-(COUGHING) What was that?
-Hot sauce, my dear boy.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Why did you
make me drink hot...
(WHISTLING)
Your doubt has been unblocked.
Now your training can begin.
(WHISTLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(BLOWING)
(WHISTLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(WHISTLING)
(BOTH WHISTLING)
(WHISTLING)
(GRUNTING)
(WHISTLING)
Your training is going well.
(COMMUNICATOR BEEPING)
It's the H.I.V.E.
and they have taken
the other Titans hostage.
I have to go.
-But you're not ready.
-My friends?
I said you're not ready.
(BOTH WHISTLING)
Never mind,
then, you're ready.
Now go on.
Save your friends.
Our super-secret weapon
is finally complete.
Say goodbye, Titans.
ROBIN: What do we have here?
Death laser.
So, that's what you are up to.
(GASPS) Get him.
(GRUNTS)
(WHISTLES)
(CRASHING)
(WHISTLES)
She taught you her secrets.
(WHISTLES)
(WHISTLING)
Oh, yeah.
Whistle while you work, kid.
(WHISTLING)
GIZMO:
I got you now, Robin.
(ALL GASP)
(WHISTLING)
Use your steam, Robin.
(WHISTLING)
(EXPLOSION)
(WHISTLING)
Robin,
I never knew whistles
could be so powerful.
Yes, they have the power
to destroy.
Or enchant.
(WHISTLING)
Wow.
So beautiful.
Robin, kiss me.
(ALL GASP)
-What up, my mans and womans?
-(ALL EXCLAIM)
Ugh! (EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)
What is this horrible odor?
(SNIFFING)
I don't smell anything.
Don't smell it? I can see it!
It's thick enough
to cut through!
(WHIRRING)
It's really not that bad.
We're not going down
without a fight.
Titans, go!
(ALL GRUNTING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(SNIFFS) I don't smell it.
(TWITCHING)
(STRUGGLING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(INHALES) Finally!
Relief!
This is indeed preferable
to breathing that
into my nose.
I refuse to be killed
by a malicious odor.
We are going to live!
(SIGHS) Do we have to?
Yes! Yeah!
-Resurrection punch!
-Ah!
Kick of life! (YELLS)
Spirit slam! (GRUNTING)
Huh, I thought you were
really dead forever this time.
Why is not Beast Boy affected
by this noxious aroma.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Because the smell is coming
from his room.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Son, that's disgusting.
Someone could get lost
in this mess.
This place
is a pigsty, Beast Boy.
Well, where else are the pigs
supposed to go?
(OINKING)
Oh! Piggies!
Piggie, piggie,
piggie, pigs.
(OINKING)
It may look messy, but I know
where everything is.
That's the garbage tree
where the possums live.
That's where I keep
my mold collection.
And that's Sticky Joe.
Hey, Sticky Joe.
Howdy!
Unacceptable, Beast Boy!
ROBIN: Garbage trees,
mold, Sticky Joe?
Howdy.
This is no way to live.
You are way too comfortable
in this mess.
Why do you
not discard the garbage?
Garbage? You're talking about
my favorite pile of dirt!
-(MUSIC PLAYS)
-(DENTURES CHATTER)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Each stain, each sticky lump
in this room
is a memory
to be cherished.
As your best bro,
I have to tell you...
(WHISPERS) You need help.
Maybe I do.
But no one has ever taught me
how to clean!
While we deal with this,
Raven can help you.
Sweet.
I'll try it then.
Please don't throw away
my scab collection.
(ALL SCREAMING)
(SHUDDERS)
Understood, Beast Boy.
Begin with the scabs.
Let's start simple.
Here's some garbage,
here's a trashcan.
What do you do?
No problem, mama!
Easy-peasy!
(GIBBERING)
No!
What am I doing?
That was a perfectly good
banana peel.
There you are! (SIGHS)
Hey! Who threw away
this greasy napkin?
Oh, man!
Look at all this
good stuff in here.
-CYBORG: Shoo! Scat!
-(ALL SQUAWKING)
(SCREAMING)
The garbage, the garbage,
the garbage, and the garbage.
(SPITS)
Okay, you can only keep
one of these items.
Which one is it?
Oh, this one is easy.
This... No, this!
Wait, no, this! No...
Wait, they're all so great.
(CRIES)
I can't decide!
(YELLS) I can't decide!
-(ROBIN GRUNTING)
-(CLANKING)
(GRUNTS)
Beat it, Sticky Joe!
And don't come back!
(GROWLS)
You are a trash magnet!
Where did you learn
it was okay to live
in garbage?
From my hero!
Another cool green dude
who liked to break the rules.
Now remember, kids,
always be filthy.
-Love your garbage
and it will love you back!
-(TOY SQUEAKS)
Now, let's sing
The Dookie in a Jar song.
(CHUCKLING)
He was the best!
You know what?
I love my mess.
And I'm not gonna let
anyone take it from me!
Stop throwing my stuff away!
I know all you see is junk,
but these are
my most prized possessions.
I love my garbage
and my garbage loves me back!
I'm never cleaning this mess!
Ever!
Beast Boy, if you
don't clean this room,
we will make you.
You're forgetting...
This is my room, bro.
(LAUGHS)
You think we can't
find you under there?
I do not see him anywhere.
Out of the way!
(GASPS) Whoa!
You guys have got to see this.
-(GASPING)
-Whoa!
CYBORG:
This is a lot of garbage!
(ECHOES)
How will we find
the Beast Boy in here?
Old fashioned tracking.
We pick up a scent!
Now come on, smell!
(SNIFFING)
Oh! (GAGGING)
Ugh, all I smell
is butt and fish!
You're not smelling
hard enough!
Somewhere under
all that butt and fish
is Beast Boy's scent!
Now, smell!
(STRAINED GRUNTS)
Guys, I found some footprints.
Forget the footprints! Smell!
(SNIFFING)
They lead in this direction.
I think I have something.
(SNIFFS)
(RETCHES)
Somewhere in between
these notes of rancid milk
and wet dog,
I found his scent... Guys?
(SIGHS) I cannot
take this heat.
This is some hot garbage.
Guys, do you feel that?
It's raining. (CHUCKLES)
It's raining!
(ALL CHEERING)
This feels so good!
Ah! So very refreshing.
-Whoo!
-Oh, yeah! (CHUCKLES)
Wait! How is it raining
in Beast Boy's room?
Aren't we under his pile
of sweaty shirts?
ROBIN: No...
It's a sweaty rain!
It's a sweaty rain! (CRIES)
(ALL EXCLAIM IN DISGUST)
Ugh!
Let me under that umbrella!
There is not enough room.
Just do the squeezing in!
(ALL GASP)
(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)
We can't track him in here.
-Our only chance is
to clean the room ourselves.
-(CHUCKLES IN DISTANCE)
What was that?
(CHUCKLING CONTINUES)
I think we're being tracked.
-(ALL SCREAMING)
-It's the garbage monster!
Hey, guys!
You've really lost it,
Beast Boy.
Living in this filth
has driven you mad.
You're the crazy ones.
You can't see the beauty
in this mess.
Beauty?
Are you serious?
I want to show you something.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
Let me take you all
on a magical carpet ride.
Where did you acquire
the magic carpet?
I told you,
I have everything in here
and you guys
wanna throw it away!
Come on.
Let me show you my world!
Glistening!
-Glimmering.
-Gorgeous!
A great new world!
(SNIFFING)
(CARPET SQUEALING)
(CRASHING)
Now do you understand
why I can't throw
all this away?
No. This is trash
and I'm going to take it out.
(GRUNTING)
(RUMBLING)
Dude! That was a structural
support bearing apple core.
We're going
to be buried alive!
Don't worry, I've got this.
All I need are possums,
socks and Sticky Joe.
Uh, I already threw
that stuff out.
(SHRIEKS) You did what?
Why would you
throw away garbage?
Through that hole!
(SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Howdy!
CHILDREN: Sticky Joe!
(SCREECHING)
I was wrong about you,
Sticky Joe.
(SNIFFLES)
I'll never forget you.
Howdy.
BEAST BOY:
(SNIFFS) Mmm.
Now do you understand
why I keep my room like this?
Garbage isn't just
a bunch of garbage
to be thrown away.
Love your garbage
and it will love you back.
You have enlightened us
on the ways of the filth.
Thank you, Beast Boy.
That's right,
I'm the dirtiest.
Now let's sing
The Dookie in a Jar song.