(OPENING THEME PLAYING)
-(CHOMPING)
-(DENTAL FLOSS SQUEAKING)
(DISHES CLATTERING)
Whoa! Is Beast Boy
actually doing the dishes?
Of course not.
I don't do dishes. Ha!
But these pots
sound pretty good, yo,
so I'm thinking about
starting a dish-band.
Who's with me?
Ooh! I wish to play
the spoons.
I wanna be on pots!
I'm on jugs and lead vocals!
How about you, Ray-Ray?
No, and keep the noise down.
No problem, mama.
You guys ready?
Please don't practice here.
And a one, two, three!
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Step by step
is the only conclusion
♪ Day by day
we are left in confusion
♪ Bring on the night!
♪ Bring it on! Bring it on!
Yeah! ♪
(EXCITED CHATTERING)
Do you guys always
have to be this loud?
No way! We can be louder!
(RAVEN GROANS)
(SINGING CONTINUES)
I'd give anything for silence.
(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)
Whoa! Who are you?
(WHISPERING)
I am The Whisperer.
Who?
I am The Whisperer.
Okay, you're gonna
have to speak up.
But this is as loud
as I can speak.
Can you hear me now?
I guess, but why do you
have to whisper?
(GROANS)
Because I am The Whisperer.
Oh. What are you doing here?
Like you, I prefer the quiet.
It would be nice to have
a little peace and quiet,
but even my magic's
not that strong.
Mine is.
I can give you
the silence you seek.
I only ask for
one thing in return.
Well, I don't have a soul,
if that's what you're after.
It's not your soul I want.
(GIGGLES)
It's some tummy tickles.
Eh, okay.
Come on now. Get in there.
You want some quiet,
don't you? (GIGGLING)
Oh! That's it!
Yeah. Get the quiet.
(GIGGLING) Okay, okay,
behind the ears now.
Now, that wasn't
part of the deal.
No, it wasn't.
(GIGGLES)
Enjoy the silence.
(INAUDIBLE)
(COMICAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GIGGLES)
Just a little joke of mine,
you probably don't get it.
So, Raven, are you enjoying
the silence you wished for?
This was my evil plan
of course.
For eons I've been trying
to rid the world of sound
so I could finally be heard.
All I needed was a half-demon
to tickle my tummy tum-tums,
and that was you, Raven.
(GIGGLES)
Now listen to how loud I am.
You may want to
cover your ears.
Okay, I'm going to scream now.
(SOFT SCREAM)
(INAUDIBLE)
Oh, I can't hear you.
(INAUDIBLE)
I don't understand.
Are you hungry?
You want to go outside?
What?
(INAUDIBLE)
Okay, just write it down
or something.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos"?
Gotcha! The rest of the world
may still be silent,
but at least we have
our voices back.
Oh, yeah!
(SCATTING)
(SCREAMING EXCITEDLY) Yeah!
Yes!
(WHOOPING)
And I immediately regret it.
You should.
Silence is a gift
and you pooped on it.
(HUFFS)
Great job, Raven.
Why don't you just tickle
every tummy you come across?
Well, it seemed like
a good deal at the time.
How is a world
without sound a good deal?
Yeah! How am I going
to know if I've got
a squeaky hinge? How?
Will I never again
hear the meows of the
sweet, sweet kitties?
Well, maybe if you all
weren't so loud all the time,
I wouldn't have
made this deal.
Oh, it's okay, mama,
there's at least
one good thing
that came out of this.
What?
(ALL GROANING IN DISGUST)
Silent but deadly
has a new meaning, yo!
(LAUGHING) Ow!
Guys, check this out!
Boing!
You were just
making that noise.
No! I'm not! Look!
Boing!
That's so trippy, yo!
How is the Cyborg mouth sound
coming from that spring?
Well, I was just
hanging out in my room,
missing sound and all,
so I started creating
my own sound effects.
Whoa!
-That is so good!
-I know, right?
So, I started to flick
this spring while saying,
-"Boing!"
-Boing!
And after a while, it made
the sound on its own!
That's amazing.
It sure is.
Can you do a water sprinkler,
Cyborg?
Please.
(MIMICKING
WATER SPRINKLER SPRAYING)
Ooh! Do the bull frog.
(MIMICKING FROG CROAKING)
No, I meant it's amazing
the sound he made
printed onto the object.
It seems The Whisperer
has created a sound vacuum
to which we can assign
our own sounds.
You mean we can replace
the missing sounds
in the world?
Then, Titans,
let's make sounds.
(WHOOSHES)
(MIMICKING COMPUTER BEEPING)
(WHOOSHING) Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack-a-lacka-smack-smack!
(MIMICKING DOOR CREAKING)
(WHOOSHES)
(MIMICKING FAT ALBERT)
Hey, hey, hey!
It's working!
(SCATTING)
(CRUNCHING)
(GRUNTING)
-Bam!
-Bam! Bam!
(MIMICKING WHIRRING)
(MIMICKING RACE CAR)
(MIMICKING WATER GURGLING)
(WHISTLING)
(STARFIRE SCREAMING)
(WHIRRING)
(SQUIRTING)
(WHOOSHING)
Ha! We did it, Titans!
(FARTING)
-(FARTING)
-Ew.
Really, Beast Boy?
You had to make punches
sound like farts?
(LAUGHING)
So much better than
how it used to sound, bro!
-(FARTS)
-Ow!
(GROANING) Hilarious.
If punches sound like farts,
what do farts sound like?
(TURKEY GOBBLING)
(GIGGLES)
Titans, just listen
to the world of sound
we've created!
Blah!
Booyah! Booyah! Booyah!
(TURKEY GOBBLING)
-I don't like this.
-Yes, it is the bad.
Then there's only one option.
(WHOOSHING)
We must make
the dangerous journey
to The Whisperer
and force her to release
the world's sounds.
Rawr! Rawr!
Hoot-hoot! Hoot-hoot!
Cheese!
(WHOOSHING)
(WHOOSHES)
We're being watched.
(MEOWING)
Aw, dude, there's a little
kitty-kitty-kitty over there.
I'm gonna go say hi.
(MEOWING)
Ahh! It's a monster!
Why did you make it
sound like a sweet kitty?
-(MEOWS)
-(YELLING) Why?
It was the judgment call!
I am sorry!
Help me!
Punch it or something!
(BEAST BOY SCREAMING)
Titans, go!
-(FARTING)
-Ahh!
-(FARTING)
-(LAUGHING)
Oh, man, it's so funny!
Ow! Get it off of me!
-(FARTING)
-(BEAST BOY LAUGHING)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
(OPERATIC HUMMING)
(OVERLAPPING HUMMING)
Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe.
Spwa! Shwa!
THE WHISPERER:
Nice try, but I heard you
coming a mile away.
-(WHOOSHING)
-Whisperer.
We've filled the world up
with our own sounds,
so there's no point in holding
the real ones hostage.
I actually like
what you've done.
It's so bad, it'll encourage
people to stay quiet.
I guess the one thing
you don't know
about the Titans
is that we're loud and proud!
-Hit it!
-(WHOOSHING)
(CONTINUES WHOOSHING)
From the tiggity-top!
One, two, three, four!
(MIMICKING DRUMMING)
(VOCALIZING TUNE)
(IMITATING FAST DRUMMING)
TITANS:
♪ Bring on the night! ♪
(WHISPERING)
No! No! So terrible!
Even worse than before!
Oh, here, take your sounds.
Shwa!
Spling!
(WHOOSHING)
Blah!
(SQUAWKING)
Booyah! Booyah! Booyah!
(CLICKING)
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey...
Sorry, guys, I was wrong
when I thought
I wanted silence.
But hey, looks like
all the sounds made it back
to their proper places.
Not all of 'em.
(TURKEY GOBBLING)
-(ALL GROANING)
-CYBORG: Come on!
Warn somebody!
(BEAST BOY LAUGHING)
Guess what, guys?
You're moving out? Nice.
-I'll help you pack.
-I'm not moving out, fool.
Aw.
I found this box under my bed.
Ooh, what is inside?
It's a bunch of cool junk
I've collected on missions
over the years.
Ooh! Let's open it up, bro.
ALL: Hat party!
WOMAN: Hats!
Huh. I was wondering
what happened to this.
(GROANS)
Finally free from that
wretched box.
For your kindness,
I shall reward you
with immortality...
Boring! What else is in there?
Ooh! Shiny.
I remember that bad boy.
BEAST BOY: We just split Raven
into five versions of herself.
(KISSING)
One purple Raven coming up.
-Think fast, mama!
-Ha!
(SNORING)
Hey, I wanted some
smoochie-smoochie!
No smoochie-smoochies.
This prism is
nothing but trouble.
A person is greater
than the sum of their parts.
We can't just split each other
into the parts we like.
You take the good
with the bad.
That's what friendship is.
Then is it wrong for me
to like this Silkie the best?
Absolutely.
I feel the shame.
Sure, I'd love to isolate
Raven's intensity,
or Cyborg's determination.
(GASPS) You like
something about me?
Or Starfire's strength,
or Beast Boy's, uh...
I don't know.
What's his best trait?
-Uh...
-Does he have one?
Even his good stuff's awful.
-I'm kinda hungry.
-Yeah, sure, that.
And if I did isolate
your best traits
I'd have the most elite
and focused crime-fighting
team on the planet.
And, yes, you'd all be
much less annoying,
and, of course,
I could lead
more efficiently.
In fact, it would be
a dream come true.
But would we be
the Teen Titans? No.
We would be better!
(BEEPING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(LOCKS RATTLING)
Uh, what's going on?
Tell me, Cyborg,
have you ever wondered
why a gardener prunes a tree?
Nope, but I like me
some prunes.
Let's try that again.
Tell me, Cyborg,
why does the farmer separate
the wheat from the chaff?
Beats me, but all this
food talk is making me hungry.
(GROANING)
Never mind.
I'm going to use
the prism to divide
you into the five core parts
of your personality,
isolate the best
and ditch the rest.
-Ready?
-No.
Great!
(LAUGHING)
You wanna hear
something funny?
No. You're the jokester
part of Cyborg.
Well, I've got a joke.
Knock, knock.
(LAUGHING) Who's there?
Not you!
So, what's your deal?
Uh, I just wanna veg.
Next!
What is more important
in a battle,
strength or strategy?
They're both great!
Ow! You're even louder
than regular Cyborg.
Yes, I am, and I love it!
Woo-hoo!
I said, "Woo-hoo!"
Oh. You're his enthusiasm,
aren't you?
You know it!
Boo-yah ska-doo!
-Sir!
-Ooh! I like you already.
Question. When entering
a hostile situation,
what's the first...
Sir, scan the area.
Target hostiles,
avoid civilians, destroy.
And we have a winner!
-But I haven't even...
-Nobody cares!
-(SNORING)
-Sir, the five parts of
Beast Boy's personality
seem to be more or less
the same, sir!
-'Sup.
-Hey.
Beast Boy is
a simple creature.
No, we're all
completely different, bro.
I'm a little hungrier
than these guys.
I'm a little sleepy.
Ah, that said, I could eat.
-Yeah, me too.
-Totes.
What do you think?
Sir, it is the opinion
of this soldier
that they would
all be ineffective in
a combat scenario.
However, one would be useful
as a human shield, sir!
(SCREAMING)
Cannon fodder, good idea.
Uh...
-You.
-Sweet.
(NEIGHING)
(BURPING AND SNORING)
Let's take the purple one.
I like the way
she's looking at me.
Absolutely not.
Aw...
(YELLING)
(BEAST BOY SCREAMING)
-I like the angry one, sir.
-Agreed.
(YELLING)
Show me
to the field of battle.
This one would make
a great hero, sir!
Not bad, but I'd like to
speak to the rest.
For Star, I'm looking for
someone who can
demonstrate commitment...
(CLEARS THROAT)
To our team.
Starfires, will you marry me?
Any of you?
-No.
-No!
(LAUGHING) No.
-No.
-(SPEAKING TAMARANIAN)
(SIGHS)
-Robin? (GIGGLING)
-Yes!
(WHISPERING)
I once wore the
tuna salad as a hat.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Barbarian Starfire it is.
Look at this
beautiful new team.
(ROBIN READING)
Sir, may I drop
and give you 20, sir?
Go nuts.
(ROBIN READING)
(DISTORTED)
I hate introductions!
Noted.
(ROBIN READING)
(YELLING)
I will bathe in the blood
of my enemies.
Love the enthusiasm!
And Beast Boy,
the Human Shield!
What? Ow!
(GRUNTING)
-(ALARM BLARING)
-Crime alert.
(ALL YELLING)
Sir, awaiting your
command, sir!
(WHIMPERING GLEEFULLY)
That's everything
I've always wanted.
Titans, go!
Moving to position!
Covering fire!
Double Delta formation.
(DISTORTED) You all
make me so mad!
(GASPS)
(ROARING)
(BEAST BOY GRUNTING)
(SOBBING) Why do I have to be
the Human Shield?
Ow!
Dang, I'm good.
What a team!
Although I do miss
the fun-loving Cyborg,
and the sweet Starfire.
Raven always
wonderfully enigmatic.
Beast Boy...
Was more or less the same.
What have I done?
Oh, that's right.
I just formed the best
superhero team ever.
Sorry, Justice League!
Sir, yes, sir!
-(LAUGHING)
-I'm dancing.
Watch out.
Sir. Permission to
speak freely, sir?
(BEAT BOXING)
Permission granted.
Sir. I could watch you
dance all night. Sir!
You guys are the best.
In fact, the only way I could
create a better team...
Whoa, is if I divided
myself into five parts.
New plan!
Robin, what're you doing?
Don't you think you've
taken this too far?
Not far enough.
Think of it.
Five Robins on one team.
Each with his own strength.
Huh. I wonder what
my five core traits are.
Heroic, confident, fearless.
(LAUGHING)
Is handsome
a personality trait?
Only one way to find out.
Not five Robins.
(EXCLAIMS)
-Ugh!
-(BABBLING)
Oh, no, it's his craziness.
Gotta be perfect.
Oh, no. Perfectionist.
He's the worst.
(YELLING) Perfect, perfect,
perfect, perfect!
I know it was you.
You're the one. Now talk.
Talk!
This must represent
his obsessive side.
I'm not obsessive,
I'm detail-oriented.
That's what makes me
a great detective.
Talk!
(STAMMERING) They're
all against me.
They're all against me.
Get away.
Get away, get away,
get away, get away!
I'd recognize
that paranoia anywhere.
Titans, go! Go!
Why isn't anyone going?
Listen to me!
And the control freak, check.
Yep, I know these guys
very well.
We must get the Robins
back in the prism.
Never!
Aah!
You'll never combine us now!
(BURPS)
Help us, Silkies.
You are our only hope.
(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(BURPING)
-(VOMITING)
-(GRUNTING)
-(PANTING AND BABBLING)
-(SNORING)
(KISSING)
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Hi-yah!
Obey!
(BURPING)
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Sorry about that, guys.
I really thought
my core personality
traits would be cooler.
It's like you said,
"You're greater than
the sum of your parts."
We all are.
Not all of us.
Mmm. Hey there.
(CRUSHING SOUND)