(OPENING THEME PLAYING)
-Ooh!
-Yeah, baby!
-What?
-We...
-Just...
-Had...
-The...
-Best...
-Idea...
-Ever!
-And...
-It's...
-Not...
-Just...
-Taking...
-Turns...
-Saying...
-Each...
-Word...
-In...
-A...
-Sentence.
What could be a better idea
than the alternating of words?
Please don't
encourage them, Star.
-We...
-Had...
-The...
-Great...
-Idea...
-To...
Just say it!
We want to make yearbooks
for the Titans.
Of what year is this book?
The year is this year, Star.
Hmm...
This year!
We're going to finally
commemorate all the highlights
of the last year
in the form of pictures,
in the form of a book!
Absolutely not!
Yearbooks are only
popularity contests
that leave people
with hurt feelings.
Tell them
this is a bad idea, Robin.
Popularity contest.
May I sign the yearbook?
Sure, I still have some space
in the corner of this page.
I want to sign it too,
Your Majesty.
Keep in touch with me, bro!
I want you to have
a good summer.
Whoa! Whoa! One at a time.
One at a time.
A yearbook is a great idea!
My notable achievements
will finally
be recognized in print.
Like "Best hair"
and "Class clown".
Class clown!
You're not funny.
Only the yearbook
can say for sure.
Finally, I can prove
I'm socially superior
to all of you!
Indeed.
What is the first step
in the making of the yearbook?
Picture day, girl!
-Ah!
-Ooh.
So good! Silkie,
you are working it, buddy.
The camera
is in love with you.
Next!
CYBORG: Next!
Smile, tiger.
(ROARS)
-Next!
-Let's get this over with.
How about we get a shot
with your hood off,
so we get a picture
of your smiling face?
-No.
-I know there's a pretty girl
under there.
-Just take it.
-Oh, come on.
Don't be shy.
You're so pretty.
Show the world
how beautiful you...
(SCREAMING)
(VOICE TREMBLING)
Next.
Handsome devil.
Next!
(GRUNTS)
I have to nail this photo.
Ha!
Whoo!
Cha-cha!
Hi-yaw! Ha.
Dude, how about a smile?
(SCOFFS)
Sorry.
Cool dudes don't smile.
Oh, come on, Rob,
give us
a little smile for the birdie.
-(SQUEAKS)
-Oh, you...
You think a dog toy
is going to make me smile?
CYBORG: We're two birds
of a feather,
aren't we, Robin?
I want to be your friend.
(SQUEAKING)
(CHUCKLES)
He's my friend.
-Got it!
-(SCREAMING) No!
Well, picture day
was a disaster.
I told you
yearbooks were a bad idea.
It's okay.
It was only one picture
out of possible thousands.
There can be more
of the pictures
in the yearbook?
Of course,
like pictures of all my clubs.
Yeah!
You're not in any clubs.
I'm in a lot of clubs.
I'm just the only member.
There has to be
two people in a club,
otherwise it's just
a sad and lonely little man
hanging out with himself.
Yeah, like we're
in the Pancake
Appreciation Society.
♪ Silver dollar short stacks
♪ Syrup on my flapjacks
♪ Pancakes! Pancakes!
♪ We appreciate pancakes! ♪
Pancake Club!
That's not a real club.
It's real 'cause I like
pancakes for real, mama.
All it takes is two members.
Ooh, then let us all
form the clubs.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GRUNTS)
Sorry, none of your clubs
worked out, dude.
(LAUGHS) That's funny
that you mentioned that.
I just formed a new club.
Anyone else want to join
the "People Who Talk to
Themselves" club?
(MIMICKING GIRL)
I do, Robin.
That's two members.
(MIMICKING BOY)
Uh, me too.
Whoa! This club
is growing so fast!
(MIMICKING OLD MAN) It's nice
to meet so many fellow voices.
I was worried about this.
His need to be featured
prominently in the yearbook
is driving him cuckoo bird.
Don't worry about me, Raven.
I'll be featured.
I'm a lock
for the yearbook awards.
"Best hair."
"Tightest pants."
Don't forget the "Most Voices
in His Head" award.
Why, thank you, voice.
And of course,
"Most Likely to Succeed".
What exactly makes you
more likely to succeed
than us?
(SINISTER LAUGH)
Just watch me!
Come on, come on, come on.
Think, Robin, think.
How can I be a success?
I just have to start
a business providing
something everyone needs.
But what?
Ha, ha!
I made a multimillion dollar
boot industry.
Time to give me that "Most
Likely to Succeed" award.
Sorry, Robin, we can't.
But my boot factory
is a huge success.
They are super comfortable.
(CHUCKLES)
See!
Well, how can you be
the most likely to succeed
when you've already succeeded.
It does defeat
the whole point of the award.
(SIGHS)
(BEEPING)
Hey!
Everyone!
-Yearbooks...
-Are...
-In!
-Check...
-Them...
-Out!
Just give me the book!
(GASPS) Oh, you beautiful
leathery little book.
You're finally going
to validate me as the most
popular Teen Titan.
Oh, yeah! Check it out!
I got
Most Likely to Have Worms!
(GROWLING)
Who is this dashing gentleman
on pages 7, 18,
24, 109, 157, 187, 191, 211,
215 through 236 and 254?
Oh, it's me!
I'm on nearly every page!
Oh, look, there I am. Cool.
Quiet!
(SHUSHING)
I need silence while
I check out all my pictures.
Not me, not me,
not me, not me, ha!
Oh, that's a cactus.
Not me, not me.
Hey, there I am.
Ooh, that's not
a very good picture.
Not me, not me, not me,
not me, not me, not me,
not me, not me,
not me, not me.
What's happening to him?
Yearbook madness.
Not me, not me,
not me, not me...
One page! I'm on one page!
(SIGHS)
That's okay.
It's not like
the true test of popularity is
how many times you show up
in the yearbook,
it's how many signatures
you get in your yearbook.
Sign my yearbook!
(HISSING) Sign it!
Oh, I see, you're afraid
I'm going to be most popular.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I don't need
your signatures,
because I'm going
to get the most signatures
of anyone in any yearbook,
of all time!
(SCREAMING)
(BANGING)
(SCREAMING)
-Raven, will you sign
my book of the year?
-Sure.
Sign my yearbook!
(SNORING)
Sign my yearbook!
Sign it!
Sign it! Sign it!
Sign my yearbook!
Ha, ha!
I have more signatures
in my yearbook
than anyone else.
(SINGSONG)
♪ I am the best ♪
Are those...signatures?
Green Lantern, Aqua Man,
Haunted Tank,
Aliens Rule, Superman!
Where did these come from?
The heroes heard
about our yearbook
and wanted to sign
the adorable messages.
And you didn't have to scream
or beat them to get them
to do it?
No, bro.
They just like us.
Huh! Must be nice.
Well, I can still get
more signatures!
(MIMICKING GIRL)
Great job, Robin.
Oh, thank you, Robin.
No, Robin,
you're clearly the best.
See you next year.
Good luck. KIT.
To Robin, a true BFF.
Too good to be forgotten!
It's not
a popularity contest, Robin.
Yes, it is!
And I'm going to win it.
I have to be in the yearbook.
You do have the one
awkward picture, Robin.
No, I mean, I have to be
in the yearbook, literally!
Raven, magic me in there, now!
No way.
How about you just calm down,
take some deep breaths?
Sorry. I got
a little worked up.
This is supposed
to be fun, right?
Can I sign
your yearbook, Raven?
Sure, why not?
Will you read
what I wrote you?
Of course.
Azarath Metrion Zinthos.
Wow! I'm dumb.
(LAUGHING)
We're the best bros ever!
Pancakes!
Keep in touch.
"Most Likely to Get Married."
Checkmate.
Chess Club rules!
Woo-hoo! (LAUGHING)
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Can we save him?
Yeah, but do we
really want to?
I win yearbook!
(CHEERING)
Yes, yes, yes!
Stop what you're doing
immediately and look at me!
I'm looking, bro.
Ready for the most amazing
sight, ever, ever, ever, ever?
My eyes can't take
the anticipation.
(CHIRPING)
Is it hiding behind the bird?
It is the bird!
Isn't nature amazing?
It's just a bird, brah.
Oh, look, I'm a bird.
Am I amazing?
Oh, my goodness, yes!
No, bro, not amazing at all.
Dearest friend, Raven,
I must show you
something wondrous.
Cool, thanks for sharing it.
But you have not even seen
the "it" yet.
I get the gist.
-Look!
-No.
Look!
Urgh!
Behold, the object of beauty!
You made me open
my lids for a shell?
Does its colorful exterior
not bring you
the feelings of joy?
I hate colorful things.
(SIGHS)
Oh, I didn't mean that.
I hold a tiny miracle
in my hand, and he's all,
"Whatever, bro."
This shell has captured
the colors of the rainbow
and Raven responds
with a "uh."
(GASPS) Look at the cutest
of baby birds you are holding!
♪ Baby bird, baby bird
♪ Oh, how I love that birds
♪ are still the baby
♪ Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp ♪
(CHIRPING)
(CHUCKLES)
I think that's the shell
this little guy hatched from.
Look!
-I don't believe it!
-Where did the little bird go?
-Oh, there you are.
-Oh, there he is.
There!
(BABBLING)
(GASPS)
The birds hatch
out of the eggs?
Not all eggs.
How can we be sure?
I never thought
about it like that.
We must free
the imprisoned birdies!
So, you think
you're hard boiled?
Well, you're going to crack.
Just like the rest
of your egghead friends!
(SINISTER LAUGH)
I'm so lonely.
(GRUNTS)
Be free, tiny bird.
No birdie in this one.
There's more in here, Star!
-(GRUNTS)
-Be free!
-Freedom!
Stop!
You're destroying
nature's best source
of protein and puns.
Better safe than sorry.
What's with
all the eggcitement?
(CHUCKLES)
Raven, please,
I'm the egg pun guy.
And what's happening
is Cyborg and Starfire
are egging each other on.
Well played.
We are just having
the bird fun, Robin.
And the breaking
stuff fun, too.
Let us break
more of the objects.
-What? No!
-Too late!
(GIGGLING)
(GRUNTING)
-What do we do now?
-Let's build a fort!
-Star, we should
hang out more.
-(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
ROBIN: Come on
out here, you two.
(STARFIRE MUMBLING
INDISTINCTLY)
STARFIRE AND CYBORG:
What is the password?
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
Hmm.
-Cucumber.
-CYBORG: Oh.
(DOOR UNBOLTING)
Yes.
We need to discuss
your recent behavior.
Why? We're just having fun.
Bro, you can't tell me
she's more fun than me!
It's a different kind
of fun, Beasty.
The innocent kind,
like when we were little kids.
Back when you tried to find
the end of the rainbow,
or build a fort
or just enjoy
some silly nursery rhymes
like the one about
the old woman
who lives in the shoe.
That rhyme is most wondrous.
How big must the shoe be?
And how stinky too.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Stop acting like children!
Is that wrong?
You see, there's a reason
we leave childish things
like excessive exuberance,
wonder, and innocence behind.
(GASPS)
What is it?
I can't tell you.
But if you don't heed
my warning,
the consequences
will be highly eggstreme!
Nice.
But we like having
the exuberance of the child's,
Robin.
That's right!
Hey, you want to race
up and down the lawn?
I do, indeed.
No, I cannot allow
that to happen.
Okay.
But wait,
your shoes are untied!
They are?
(BOTH GIGGLE)
Ah, I don't even have laces!
(LAUGHING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GASPING)
(GIGGLING)
I have not had this much fun
since I was little bungor.
I feel like a kid again too.
It makes you wonder
why people stop having
silly fun when they get older.
It's crazy!
(GRUNTS)
What are you doing?
(SIGHS)
Face paint, really?
I know things
about face paint.
It's dangerous.
I was a tiger once.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
Your faces!
-What's wrong with our faces?
-See the...
The features,
the bone structure,
everything looks...
Younger!
I believe
we appear the same, Robin.
No, look at the differences
between Star now
and a picture
I took of her eight hours ago.
Now, the differences
with Cyborg are even
more pronounced.
Look!
-Look!
-Oh, Robin,
we are not younger.
Can you not see
that we just bring out
the inner child in each other?
We just feel younger.
Now, we'd love to look at more
boring pictures with you,
but we're going to go drink
from the hose.
Hose water? Joy!
You're absorbing each other's
childhood exuberance
and it is literally
making you younger!
You need to be isolated
so I can run some tests.
You shall have
to catch us first.
(GIGGLING)
-Oh!
-CYBORG: I'm running.
Stop having fun!
What's going on?
Yeah, all this noise
is eggravating me.
-Boom!
-(GASPS)
Starfire and Cyborg are toying
with forces they can't
possibly understand.
-(ROBIN YELLING)
-(LAUGHING)
It just looks like
they're playing
hide 'n' seek, dude.
Eggactly!
That's how it's done!
Unless we can stop them
from having innocent fun,
they'll continue to de-age.
(ELECTRONIC ZAPPING)
-What was that?
-(STARFIRE GIGGLING)
(GIGGLING)
(BEEP)
(SCREAMS)
What happened to them?
They've been unborn.
You know what this means?
Yes, more egg puns!
-(GRUNTS)
-(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Oh, snap.
It's the pickle bird.
Got any pickles for me?
That's not the pickle bird,
Beast Boy.
Remember when you asked me
where babies come from?
Oh, it's that bird!
What up, Stork?
Got any babies for me?
This is not a drop off, folks.
This is a pick up.
I'm going to need
those eggs right there.
-Thank you.
-(LAUGHING)
Sorry, Stork.
But we don't serve
breakfast after eleven!
Titans Go!
(GROANS)
(SLURPING)
Wait a second!
Where's he going?
A place of hope,
discovery and dreams.
(LAUGHTER)
(QUACKING)
So, this is where
babies come from.
(GIGGLING)
Yes, and if we want to re-age
Cyborg and Starfire,
we have to destroy it all!
(YELLING)
(GASPS)
BEAST BOY: Cool!
Look, Beast Boy's
starting to de-age too.
We all are.
The optimism here
is too strong!
We have to act fast!
Just look at this world
through the eyes of an adult
with a mortgage.
Right, Beast Boy?
This shoe is so cool!
Look how big those laces are!
-Beast Boy, no!
-(ELECTRONIC ZAPPING)
Ha, ha, ha!
-What now?
-We start acting our age.
We have to remind ourselves
bugs are not fascinating.
They're disgusting creatures.
Right, Raven?
I forgot how neat bugs are.
I want to study insects
when I grow up.
-What?
-(ELECTRONIC ZAPPING)
(RAVEN CHUCKLES)
Don't give up, Titans.
We can still be sad,
lonely adults.
(GASPS)
Is that face paint?
Must resist temptation.
(GASPS)
Colors, so bright.
I want to be a tiger.
(ELECTRONIC ZAPPING)
Well, I wasn't
eggpecting this.
You see that!
I'm the egg pun guy!