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DR. CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight -
Ah, Rocket Monkeys!
* They're Rocket Monkeys, Monkeys in space *
* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *
* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *
* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *
* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *
* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo ooh *
* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *
* The best is relative, don't you forget *
* Rocket Monkeys!
[Snoring]
Good morning Rocket Monkeys,
today you have a very important miss-
Hellooo! Hello!?
[Making a racket]
[Snoring]
Yay-OK!
Cock a doodle doo!
[Cock a doodle doo variations]
Oy!
[Sigh] I have cocked my last doodle-doo.
Why don't I just tell you the mission?
Good thinking.
Yeah. Meet me in the cargo bay.
May I present... King Killya.
Move it, Chumpsky!
This is my story.
Behold!
These are the riches from the Kingdom of Killya!
GASI is transporting them to my new home,
where they will be a surprise gift
for my girlfriend,
Bunbuns.
You have a girlfriend?
Ow!
I mean, of course you do!
Anything happens to Bunbun's gifts,
this is what will happen to you...
I'm a visual aide!
[Crushing, ripping] [Robot shouting in pain]
Oh my bolts!
I got it. Don't worry,
I will get help from my crazy monkeys.
[Laughing]
Better yet, what I'll do is
I'll keep the monkeys out of this mission altogether.
Yeah. Probably for the best.
[Snoring]
[Kitty alarm meows]
[Excited scream]
It's red undies month!
One whole month of fuzzy red comfort!
Argyle? Nooo.
Green? Nope.
Puce? Not today.
Brownie? Don't worry, you'll get your turn...
once I wash you.
Beige? Nope.
Plaid? Nope...
Where'd they go?
Gus! What's up, Broski?
Are you wearing my lucky red banana undies?
I resent these wild, unfounded accusations
that I'm wearing your lucky red banana undies.
I've got tons of my own.
[Breath crumbles undies]
[Nervous giggle]
[Shriek]
You monster!
I told you never to touch my red banana undies - ever!
No. Don't touch.
Don't do it. No touchy.
Stop it. Get it away. Don't do it...
You know, bro,
there's a little word called 'sharing'.
Look it up!
Oh yeah? Well, there's a little word called
"Give me back my banana undies!"
That's more than one word
and it's not little, it's several words!
Well it's still in the dictionary
if you look them up individually!
Boys, boys! What's this all about?
Mom? What are you doing here?
One of you must have pocket dialed me.
Hey! That's my phone! Give it back!
Mom! Wally won't share!
Me?! Gus is Mr. Never-Shares!
Boys!
Don't you remember "The Sharing Song?"
Hit it!
* You better listen to mama. *
* Mama says share.
* Mama says care.
* Mama says sharing is caring. *
* You wanna stay in mama's good book? *
* You better pass the share and show you care! *
* You better listen to mama. *
* Sharing is caring!
* That's what mama says! *
* That's what mama says!
[***]
You better listen to Mama!
Mom's right. We need to share.
Well, I'm way more sharey than you!
Well, I'm the Share-Master General! Just saying.
I'm Senior Sharino from the planet Mucho Share-o.
Well, I'm the King of Shares
who lives in Share-wood forest.
I'm share-re-re-re...
the Sharifker of Sharogians... shares...
Well, Sharey Christmas, 'cause I'm Santa Share-aus!
Wait! Where'd Gus go? I wasn't finished!
Let's see here. We've got -
Okay, that's three pairs of solid gold pantyhose.
Check.
One life-size velvet donkey.
Che-wow, a velvet donkey, huh?
Who knows what that's for?
But still, I'll check that one off...
A half dozen ruby-incrusted Dynasty Eggs -
And wait - How did this get in here?
[Pulling efforts]
[Scream]
[Slo-mo] Oh my bolts!
Oooh! Ah!
Oh! Ah!
Oh! [Relieved sigh]
You better not be breaking Bunbun's stuff!
Or else...
It's a living.
[Crushing sounds] [Robot screaming in pain]
Yes, yes, threat acknowledged.
Oh, Inky!
Have some delicious bananas!
I sooo want to share them with you.
Wally! Those are from my private collection!
Ooh, sounds like someone doesn't like to share.
J'accuse!
Au contraire, mon frere!
I love to share.
Here, Inky, let me share this uniform with you.
Let me share this monkey tail with you!
Let me share these!
And I'll share whatever these are!
Why not sample this? How about a slice of that?
How about some of these?
Free Stuff!
Gus' memories stored in a jar!
Have all of Wally's comics.
Gus's secret diary written in lasagna!
Wally's dumb banana art collection!
Here, how about Gus' spine?
Graft it to your own spine, have two spines!
How about Wally's fingernails...
that you can grow Wally from?
Okay then, all treasure present and accounted for!
Now for a couple of added precautions...
There! Everything is safe.
Which is to say, far away from monkeys.
MONKEYS: Yay-OK!
We ran out of stuff to share.
Yeah. Got any ideas?
So sorry, monkeys.
I, uh, I wish I could help,
but really my bolts are tied.
GUS: Here, have this lock! WALLY: Have these boards!
Have whatever this is! Have these chains!
Aw, nothing left to share...
MONKEYS: Sharing is caring!
Sorry, but these don't belong to you...
[Yay-OK shouts in pain]
MONKEYS: Sharesies!
That is not your possession!
GUS: Here you go!
Hey! Give that back! I tell you!
WALLY: And one for you!
YAY-OK: I am just going to take what does not belong to you...
Could I please just get back the possessions
that technically do not belong to you -
[Roar]
Oh dear... Sorry?
[Growl]
[Yay-OK screams]
[Belch]
Everything is gone!
The mission is a complete failure!
King Killya is going to crush me.
I'm finished.
Done. Over. Kaput.
Turn out the lights the party's over!
Relax, bro bot.
WALLY: Here, have an omelet.
I don't really eat food,
but if I'm going to be crushed,
I may as well try it...
[Chewing]
Huh. I tell you, this actually isn't half bad.
What is in it?
The usual - bananas, onions,
a half-dozen ruby-incrusted antique eggs...
[Spit take]
Monkeys! I tried to keep you out of this mission,
but if we don't return all of the treasure
in perfect condition,
King Killya will robo-crunch me!
Flatten... flatten me.
[Hyperventilating]
Nothing... [hyperventilating]
left of Yay-OK...
Sounds like someone's got a case of the grumpy-wumpies.
I know what you need.
Hugs!
Yes, hugging is nice.
Here's an issue - kind of important -
SOMEONE SHOULD BE DRIVING THE SHIP!
Ah...
Note to self -
Always wear a seat belt.
KING KILLYA: About time you arrived!
I want my precious property NOW!
Funny thing about property, Mr. Killya.
I mean who really owns anything anyway?
Who are we anyways?
Why are we even here?
Gimme... stuff... NOW!
[Yay-OK squirts oil] [Embarrassed giggle]
Oh, Mr. King Killya...
Ta-da!
Excellent!
But how is that possible?
Looks like I won't have to
[chewing noises]
you after all.
Bun Bun is going to be so happy!
What trickery is this?!
My treasure...
gone!
I have nothing!
Well not nothing-nothing...
Sharing is caring!
Sharing?
I'll show you sharing!
One for you.
And one for you!
And another!
And one for you!
[Killya pummels others]
BERNICE: That's enough, Pookie!
You've had your fun, now drop my boys!
Mom?!
But Bunbuns!
They gave away all my kingdom's priceless treasures.
It was all for you!
It's just stuff.
Besides, I've got my boys...
and I've got my Pookie!
And I've got this jukebox.
What else do I need?
[***]
* You better listen to mama! *
* Mama says share!
* Mama says care!
* Mama says sharing is caring! *
[***]
Pookie! You're not singing!
Mama says sharing is caring...
WALLY: * Gamgam's on her way!
* Gamgam's on her way! *
* Gamgam's on her way! It's a hip-hop-happy day! *
* Oh...
* Gamgam's on her way!
Gamgam's on her way...*
Take it!
[Unenthusiastic] * And she'll be here today.
Where's the excitement?
This is Gamgam we're talking about!
[Doorbell]
BERNICE: Hi boys!
So nice of you to take care of your grandmother while I'm...
busy... planting my excuse tree...
Oh, look at the time. Gotta run!
I'm free!
[Thunder]
[Scream]
[Excited gasp] Yay, Gamgams!
[Unenthusiastic] Yay, Gamgams...
Your mother couldn't wait to get rid of me.
You, fix me some tea.
Metal one, take my trunk.
And don't you be swiping any of my unmentionables.
Hey! How come I'm not hearing my song?
* Twinkle, twinkle, little star, *
* how I wonder what you are... *
[Delighted squeal]
You look adorable!
Now come give your Gamgam some sugar.
You're so squishy, Gamgam!
[Sniff] And you smell like burnt logs!
Such a sweet boy... Who are you?!
It's me, Gus.
Right... The other one.
Welcome, Grandmother Monkey!
It is always a pleasure
to be screamed at and treated poorly.
Care for a slice of nuts-and-bolts cake?
Garbage! My toaster can do better!
[Muttering] I'd like to put you in a toaster, Gamgam.
What did you say?! Nothing.
That's what I thought.
Gary! Show me to my room.
My dogs are killing me.
[Strained] Here's your room, Gamgam...
It's too far from the little grandma's room!
I've got a bladder the size of a raisin.
What about that one over there?
GUS: That's Yay-OK's room.
Get a move on!
[Relieved sigh]
What's this doo-hickey do?
[Vomiting]
Oh dear, there's only one banana...
Oooh, half for my precious little Wally...
[Baby-talk] Wally wuvs his Gamgam!
And the other half...
for me!
[Pulling efforts]
[Scream]
[Shudder]
Quit your bellyaching, Gary!
Why can't you be more like your brother?
Your bunions are the best, GG!
Oh, that feels so good!
"Gary, clean my ears."
"Gary, my tea's too cold."
"Gary, starch my support hose."
I can't take this anymore!
We've got to get Gamgam off this ship.
Oh, sure, she's cruel.
Harsh? Mean-spirited? Smells funny?
Horrible to look at, all of those things!
I do not like her.
But giving your gamgam the boot
is a bit, uh, drastic, don't you think?
What do you think - Stacked heel or steel toe?
Gus, you are all worked up.
Let's get some shut-eye, and tomorrow is a new day.
* Everything is fine in the world today... *
[Terrified scream] [Gamgam in ecstasy]
[Terrified screaming]
I am in! Whatever it takes,
we are getting that Gamagam off this ship!
[Snoring]
Oh, how adorable!
Oh, that's a fabulous figurine...
And another one!
That is perfect for my collection...
Eyeballs on that little fella...
* Ding dong, grandma's gone! *
* Gone, gone, gone, gone gone-y gone. *
* Say goodbye to Gamgam!
See ya Gamgam!
My evil attack robot is almost complete!
Bwahahaha!
But I can't help but think something is missing...
Ooh!
By the phlegmballs of Falconer!
Don't you know how to drive?
Don't you talk to me like that, young man.
Why would you put this robot here?
Squids these days - No respect!
So cranky!
So powerful!
Why, this gives me an idea...
Where's the toilet? I need to do a doodoo.
The cranky granny is now under my control!
You call that a stun-beam?
[Sigh]
Hey bro, been having fun with Gamgam?
Best time ever! Isn't that right, Yay-OK?
Yes... Uh, very good times.
It was the best of times some would say...
the memories...
the, uh, things that you'll never ...
they'll never leave you, really...
[Nervous giggle]
[Yawn] What's that, Gamgam?
Oh, you want to play with Wally now?
* I love Gamgam -
You're so draggy, Gamgam!
At last, I have harnessed the power
of granny strength!
Seriously? A granny-powered robot?
Work with me here. I'm improvising.
Finally, I'll be able to exact revenge
on the Council to Stop Super Villains,
conveniently located at GASI headquarters!
Unleash the old lady bot!
[Maniacal laughter]
[Creaky, decrepit robot moving]
[Sigh]
[Gus playing video game]
WALLY: Gus! Your game's too noisy!
Gamgam likes quiet time - you know that!
I don't hear her complaining.
Yay-OK, do you?
I uh, actually, my hearing...
You know, my hearing, it is not so good...
She doesn't mind, do ya, Gamgam?
[Screaming]
Gamgam!
She's just... uh... tired. Yeah.
That's what happens when old ladies get tired.
Their heads fall off. [Nervous laugh]
Hey sweetpeas! Just checking in.
Are you having fun with the boys, Gamgam?
[Granny voice] So much fun, uhm...
Gus's mum.
They're taking good care of me...
Oh yes, and I have no pains...
We love time with gamgam!
Wow! She must be really tired.
Soon you will be at GASI Headquarters,
where I will unleash my ultimate revenge!
[Horns honking] [Angry shouting]
Say when, Gamgam...
When!
Enough with the pouring!
Rocket Monkeys,
GASI headquarters is being attacked by -
Wally, why are you pouring tea
for what is clearly a headless granny doll dummy?
[Gasp] How dare you talk about Gamgam that way?!
Yeah, that's clearly our grandmother...
[As Gamgam] I love my Gussypoo!
And my Yay-OK poo!
I can't take it anymore!
My guilt sensors are off the charts!
It was us!
We sent away your precious Gamgam!
How dare you!
[Wally pummels Yay-OK]
Hello! Still talking here!
GASI Headquarters is under attack by Nefarious
and his crazed mega-Granny bot!
It's our first-ever Code Grey!
I'm pretty excited about that.
[Screams]
Release the stale cookies!
[Shout] Take this!
[Evil laugh]
Gamgam! How could you, Gus?
And you too, Yay-OK!
Handing Gamgam over to Nefarious!
You know she's just a sweet old lady, deep down.
Seriously?
Deep, deep... deeeep down.
That's where she's nice.
Half for my precious little Wally...
and the other half...
for me.
Here, you can have the peel.
You're right, Wal.
I never saw it before now.
She always gave me the tastiest part of the banana -
the peel.
We have to get Gamgam back...
and I know just how to do it!
You can't laser-blast Gamgam!
It's a risk I'm willing to take...
and let's be honest, she has it coming.
Gus!
Fine, we'll get Gamgam back the Rocket Monkey way!
[Pit farts]
[Actual farts]
Those monkeys are making potty sounds!
How very rude!
Arm the hard candy cannons with peppermint -
the flavor nobody likes!
Bwahaha!
[Shriek]
[Retching]
[Evil laugh]
GUS: Hey, Gamgam!
You know those sweaters you gave us for Christmas?
Uuugly!
Never even wore it!
Oh my galoshes!
Ignore the monkeys!
Deploy the Gamgama-phone!
* [Loud, old-timey music]
Horrible... granny music...
Ears... burning!
That's the cat's pajamas! Hee-hee!
Looks like we've only got one hope left.
Way ahead of you, bro...
Oh, right.
* Twinkle, twinkle, little star, *
* how I wonder what you are... *
GAMGAM: Oh, they're adorable!
By the tenderloin of Turner,
turn up the [bleeped swearing] crankiness!
You watch that tongue of yours, young squid,
or I'll rip it right out of ya
and I'll slap ya with it!
Are you kidding me?!
This is [extensive, bleeped swearing] ridiculous!
[Groans in pain]
I needed a doctor...
I warned ya, Sonny!
Here's a little something for your potty mouth!
[As Gamgam] Ooh, Gussy poo!
You were such a brave little monkey today!
Thanks, Gamgam.
I sound nothing like that!
YAY-OK: Bolts!
[Pained] * Twinkle twinkle little star... *
YAY-OK: * They're Rocket Monkeys,
* They're monkeys in space,
* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace, *
* They're not the brightest, and they're not the best. *
* OK, they're not the coolest, and they have stinky breath. *
* Oh, you Rocket Monkeys, oh, you Rocket Monkeys, *
* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo ooh... *
* Give them a mission, and they'll do their best. *
* Their best is relative, don't you forget. *
DR. CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight...
Ah, Rocket Monkeys!
* They're Rocket Monkeys, Monkeys in space *
* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *
* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *
* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *
* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *
* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo ooh *
* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *
* Their best is relative, don't you forget *
* Rocket Monkeys!
YAY-OK: Go Monkeys!
GUS: * Weedily weedilly weedilly wee! *
* Gonna spend our pay *
* all day today
* 'til it's gone, gone, gone, *
* 'til it's gone away! *
[Deedilly-wop scatting] Gonna spend our pay!
[Crash]
Welcome to Barnabus Briggs' Emporium,
purveyor of fine goods and slightly discounted oddities!
What can I interest you in today,
my hairy, indiscriminate consumers?
A ham helmet? Cheese lamp?
Five alarm goat? [Bleat]
What's this?
You have a keen eye, my simian friend.
That is a genuine er...
Um... Space rock!
I can let you have it for say...
Ten sniggets!
[Sniff]
[Slurp]
Ten sniggets!?
For this smelly old rock?
Ha!
Who'd buy something so completely worthless?
Oof! I'll take it!
Excellent choice.
Sold!
Product comes with a one second warranty.
Warranty is expired.
No returns. All sales final.
No responsibility for any injuries caused by merchandise.
Sucka!
I can't believe you bought that junk!
Feast your eyes on this!
Well, at least it's under warranty.
Warranty is expired.
Fubb! Fubb!
Hey, this rock rocks!
Fubb! Fubb!
This will never get irritating!
Fubb! Fubb! Ever!
[Blowing on rock]
[Giggle]
[Blowing on rock]
Why did I even bother buying this?
It blew up in my face!
[Scream]
Fubb!
[Wally blowing into rock while snoring]
Wally? Wally! WALLY!
[Yawn] What is it, bro?
Say Wal, can I see that supercool rock of yours?
Positutely! All you have to do is ask.
Thanks...
[Shouting and smashing rock]
Whew! Much better.
There you go, Wal. Well... good-night.
Thanks, Gus!
[Deep inhale]
* [Playing actual musical notes] *
[Scream] Whoa! You're right!
This is much better.
You're the best. Best!
You're the besty-best best best...
* [Playing rock like a horn] *
[Girlish screaming, gushing, and cheering]
So talented and dreamy!
Rocket Monkey Wally, you have such talent.
Way more talent than... you know... him.
Hello! I'm right here!
I didn't say anything.
I just pointed...
talent...
less-talent...
talent...
less-talent...
talent...
I get it! And I say to that, HA!
Stand back, and let a real musical talent do his thing.
* [Armpit fart melody]
I'm inspired, Gus -
Inspired to tell you to clean the toilets.
[Laughing] Wally, keep playing, man.
This is my jam!
My toast with marmal-jam!
Yeah!
Jimmy jim jam, yummy yummy ham ham!
And maybe I'm gonna have me some lamb! Bah!
No fair! I'm the one who saw the rock first!
It should'a been mine!
Why does Wally get all the breaks?!
I guess it's because I was born with a surplus of talent
and you were born with a surplus of jealous!
And fungus!
I'm not in the way, am I?
Listen, I'll give you twenty sniggets for that rock!
Not for sale!
But I'm your bro!
I never ask you for anything.
[Sniffle] Remember when I chewed your food
and spat it in your mouth
because you were too tired to chew it yourself?
Remember the time I took a poo-poo for you
because your poo-poo was too gross
and you didn't wanna see it?
I'm just playin' with you, bro.
Me rocka es tu rocka, know what I'm sayin'?
That's German for "sure thing", probably.
Thanks... SUCKA!!
And now for some sweet Gustav J. Monkey music.
[Big inhale]
[Failing to produce notes]
Huh. My lips must be a little dry.
[Slurping, lip smacking, and gargling]
[Frustrated puffing]
Why won't you play for me?!
Why?! [Panting]
MYSTERIOUS VOICE: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cool down, daddio!
[Sustained/screamed] It's a talking rock!!
[More screaming]
You can talk?!
Bingo, yarddog.
Mr. Cheapwad doesn't think
my riffs are worth the sniggets!
Excuse me, I am not a Mr. Cheapwad!
Says you!
Maybe you need a little reminder.
Feast your peepers on this jumpin' flash jack-back...
Oh, that's nice! Oh yeah!
Uh... your point?
Sorry, monkeyman,
it's all one big flashback for me.
[Scatting] Let me slip you the straight skinny!
You're a cheap-skate!
Tight on the purse strings!
Your bro gets it,
so he gets the love.
Wait a sec -
You're the one making the music...
Which means Wally's a no-talent bum!
I don't think you're digging my point.
Aren't I? I'm the best! I'm the best!
* I miss my rocky...
Ow!
You're back!
[Baby-talk] Hello my little rocky!
I missed you so much!
"Natural talent!" Ha!
It was the rock making the music, not you!
Go on! Tell him! Say something!
Okay, just play! Show us what you got!
[Fly buzzing]
Come on, rock, rock it out, rock!
Why won't you play?!
Wait a second...
Maybe because it is, uh, just a rock.
But it spoke to me!
It gave me the straight skinny, whatever that means.
Oh, Gussy-Gus!
Poor, sad, deluded, less-talented bro!
If you can't blow, you'll never know!
[Laugh] Know what I'm sayin'? * [Plays rock]
But you're not really playing that!
Don't you see? It's the rock!
He's making a fool out of all of you!
[Scream]
Stupid rock... stupid Wally... stupid Yay-OK.
Stupid ship... stupid space... Stupid galaxy!
Stupid universe!
I have to find a way to prove
that rock is a lying son of a boulder.
But how?
[Scatting] Feelin' the power!
Rockin' the shower!
Scrub-a-dub-dub!
Rock, you are so busted!
Yay-OK! Quick! To the showers.
Your cover's blown, rock!
Oh, I see, Gus...
Wally is even more talented in his naked state.
What a natural - Oof!
[Scream] Hi, Gus!
No one can resist the sweet temptress that is karaoke!
* [Jazzy tune]
* They're rocket monkeys, monkeys in space! *
* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace! *
Wally! Yay-OK!
Yay-OK?
We're playing monkey stew!
I'm the potato!
Whatever. Just check this out!
Wow. Nothing.
Submarine!
Hurray!
* [Rock singing] [Gasp] Wally! Yay-Ok! Rock!
Singing! Singing rock!
A rock. Very interesting.
Ah, who am I kidding? Boring. Very boring.
I tell ya, sleepy.
[Stammering] But... he... it...
Wow, Gus, you really are tense.
What you need is some sweet rock music.
* [Playing rock]
[Swooning sigh] Ah, Wally...
Hey Wal, can I just see that rock for a sec?
I see no reason why not!
Great! [Crazed laughter]
I'm the potato!
So, you won't play for Gus, huh?
So Gus hasn't got any talent, huh?!
So I'm a big ol' cheapyskate, huh?!
I'll show you, you... rock!
Whoa, bro! Easy on the finish, man!
Sing your way outta this one, buddy!
Not cool, man!
[Laughter]
Rock-a-bye-bye, baby!
Hope you like the sound of MY music.
It's in the key of [makes explosion sound].
Hey Gus, have you seen my rock? Let me see...
Is that it over there? [Snicker]
Bro!
Why would you do that?!
Because you sit there and play that rock,
and it isn't really you that's playing it.
And now it likes you more than it likes me?!
And why would it call me a cheapskate?
[Crying, bawling]
For shame, Rocket Monkey Gus.
For shame!
To have a brother as talented as Wally -
and for you to be so untalented -
that is a gift!
That should be treasured!
Darwin's nuggets!
Now I feel like a pile of poop.
Fine. I'll get your Rock back!
[Shushing] [Slurping]
[Scatting] [Bomb ticking]
Okay, Rock, Gus is here to reluctantly save you.
Guilt's a bummer, monkey man.
[Ding]
Oh yeah... that.
[Scream]
[Crash]
Sorry, Wal. This is all I could save.
Cool! Now there's a piece for everyone!
Here!
* [Both playing rock horns] *
Meh. I'll take it.
[Braying noise]
YAY-OK: Come on. Oh!
I'm bumping into everything.
I cannot manoeuvre myself.
[grunting]
Darn it, Rocket Monkeys...
your business and toys and junks are everywhere!
Agh! Oy!
[sigh]
At least I still have my own little sanctuary.
Hope you don't mind.
We're just temporarily
storing our stuff in your room forever.
No Rocket Monkeys!
Your hoarding is out of control!
This isn't hoarding!
It's extreme stuff-saving.
[whistle blows]
Stuff-saving?
That is what you call this...this disaster?
Ah, everything is a mess!
I cannot even think myself straight!
Okay, Yay-Ok, just take a moment.
Just calm yourself.
[meditation sounds]
I know!
Why don't we have a yard sale?
I don't think so.
You don't know what a good idea is.
You're a robot. You don't have thoughts.
[cross-talk]
You don't know what things are with your brain, Weirdo.
Think of the sniggets you could make.
[crickets chirping]
Which you could use to purchase even more useless stuff.
BOTH: Yard sale!
Monkey yard sale!
Even though we're not actually selling a yard!
And it's not really a sale,
because everything is over-priced!
Excellent sales pitch.
Way to bring in the crowds.
Wow, generating the excitement...
Okay, let's check out the monkey merchandise.
One coat hanger,
a bag of toenail clippings, eeh,
six pizza crusts,
and a stick with some type of like a string tied to it.
This is what you're selling, huh?
75 sniggets for an empty pudding cup?
I mean, what kind of crazy person would pay that?
I'll give you 85 sniggets for the pudding cup.
Nice try, bucko.
Not for sale!
Oh! Wow!
This is going really well, gentlemens.
Why don't I bring out more stuff that you will never sell.
Oh goody!
More pudding cups, I hope!
We're not just going to give our stuff away!
Hey!
Ooo! Retro pudding cup?
I'll give you 100 sniggets for it.
I'll give you 120.
I'll give you 150! I'll give you 170!
I'll give you 190!
Okay, hear my out;
I'm gonna give you less sniggets,
so we're going down to ten sniggets,
but I'm giving you all my blood.
I'll give you four of my eyebrows
and a 7-foot long horse!
[neighs]
[indistinct cross-talk]
I hate to interrupt your ridiculous haggling, but...
Where do you want me to put these?
[gasp]
That voice! Is it possible?
* FROM THE SCRAP YARDS OF THE HEAVENS *
* THERE WAS BORN A LEGEND!
* PART BOT, ALL THUNDER
* TH-TH-TH-TH-THUNDERBOT!
Where do you want me to put these?
[sigh]
* TH-TH-TH-TH-THUNDERBOT!
Hello!
Where do you want me to put these?
Thunderbot!
Oh! How much for the robot?
How dare you?
Friends don't sell friends.
What if I gave you this?
[whistle]
[angels singing]
[gibberish]
So we have a deal?
[squealing]
Monkeys, you know I am GASI property.
I cannot be sold for profit--
[scream]
[sinister laugh]
Yay-Ok would be proud because we sold something.
YAY-OK: Not proud!
Someone help Yay-Ok!
[cackles]
After years of searching,
my creepy obsession has finally paid off.
The one, the only Thunderbot.
And uh, what makes you think
I am this so-called Thunderbot?
Please, you're Thunderbot.
I got all your collectibles.
I got your action figure, your plushie,
your trading cards, your jock strap,
your bubble bath, your lipstick and your deodorant!
I got your toothbrush, I got your sponge...
Fine. Okay.
So I was Thunderbot.
But I am not part of your creepy nerd collection!
Hey!
I bought you fairsies and squarsies from those monkeys,
and that means one thing...
Press conference!
Press conference?
Where did that come from?
Did I miss something? What is?
Who? What?
Thunderbot! Oh. Over here!
Me! ME! Please! Thunderbot!
Quick question over here! Quick question!
Fine, okay. I'll play along.
Hey! You... over there?
The one who is not a nerd.
Gamester X from The Daily X!
How many episodes of "The Adventures of Thunderbot"
did you make? Too many.
In episode 65, when you battled Sarcasmatron
for the Sword of Isosceles,
did you guys really fall in love? Just friends.
What happened to your robo-horse, Zozo? Rehab.
In the last episode of Thunderbot
you were strapped to a doomsday rocket
on a collision course with the Blaze-omedra star.
Then the show just ended.
ANNOUNCER: Attention, fans of Thunderbot.
This show has been canceled
due to its high level of POOPINESS.
So what happened?
I'll tell you what happened,
the producers stiffed me on the royalties.
Thanks for nothing, Ira!
Huh?
Oh, you mean with the character?
Nothing. It's only TV!
It is not real.
Not real? NOT REAL!
I'm about to show you just how real it is!
Monkeys!
Did you hear something? Yeah, I did.
As the writer/ director/producer/
of the official Thunderbot finale,
I want this done right, people!
Give me screaming for your life
and then a miraculous escape from certain, fiery death.
[maniacal laughter]
MOTHER: Myron!
Inside voice!
You're cruisin' for a timeout, young man!
[sigh] Sorry, Mom!
(quietly) I'm not sorry!
I couldn't even be less sorry right now...
Listen.
How 'bout I just sign a glossy 8 by 10
and we'll call it a day, huh?
Quiet on the set!
You will never succeed!
My monkeys will rescue me!
Now that was a successful yard sale!
Absopooply, we didn't even sell anything.
Except for that old timey robot.
What was his name again?
Why do I have to remember everything?
Isn't Yay-Ok supposed to clean up after us?
[crickets chirping]
Hey, that's his name!
We sold Yay-Ok!
We should get him to clean up.
Good idea, bro.
[screaming]
More tension, Thunderbot!
[doorbell] Where's my latte?
MOTHER: Get the door, Myron!
I don't have my face on yet!
(shouts) I got it, Ma!
What do I have, a sign on my back
that says 'breathe down this'?
Whoa!
Take back your bananas. We want our robot.
Hey, Wal, look!
[gasp]
It's Thunderbot's thunder punch fists!
Take that!
[indistinct cross-talk]
No! That's original packaging!
But we love Thunderbot!
TOY: Ira, I want my residuals!
We used to watch it all the time.
* FROM THE SCRAP YARDS OF THE HEAVENS *
* THERE WAS BORN A LEGEND!
Where do you want me to put these!
So where's Yay-Ok?
[sigh] Open your eyes, monkey.
Yay-Ok is Thunderbot!
Hilarious.
Yay-Ok and Thunderbot don't look anything alike!
[scream]
I forgot how dangerous acting was.
Huh. Whadya know?
Yay-Ok is Thunderbot!
And you think you know someone!
You are watching the official Gamester X production
of the Thunderbot finale
which I wrote, produced, catered,
and am currently directing.
I remember the series being less screamy.
I blame the writing, producing, directing and catering!
And the acting!
Criticism accepted!
Help, Monkeys!
Help!
You see, that's what's wrong with this direction.
No super hero would say, "Help, monkeys, help!"
Yeah, who asks monkeys for help?
(chuckles) We're useless.
MOTHER: Myron!
Do your furry little friends
want some numnums?
(shouts) Ma!
No one wants numnums!
I could go for some numnums.
Am I the only one here that could go for numnums?
I'm in for numnums.
(shouts) Cut!
[sigh] Take five!
You gotta be kidding me with this stuff.
No touchy!
You heard what he said, no touchy!
[monkey shrieks]
[screaming]
Ugh!
Track left.... Your other left!
Okay turn the camera upside down...
...and Dutch it!
Okay no sound. No sound on this one.
No lights.
Okay give me a nod. Give me a nod. Push in.
...and pull out...
Let's do a couple takes without the cameras on.
Could you uh, kill that light there
and then put the shadow under his face?
Let's switch personalities.
Just switch 'em real quick.
but an anti-bounce over his neck?
Can we get the boom in the shot?
Can we get the boom out of the shot, please?
Boom out! Boom in!
Boom out! Okay, just bring it in a bit...
Boom out! I just wanna see the tip of it...
Boom out! Just a little bit of boom in the shot.
Okay, but put a furry thing on it.
Okay. Numnums are here.
Where do you want me to put these?
...put these... ...put these...
[gasps]
Wally, did you hear that delivery?
Now, that's acting!
Oh, I've got monkeybumps.
You should be in the movies.
Well, I do fancy myself the super hero-type.
I already have the costume.
TH-TH-TH-THUNDERBOT!
You convinced me.
That part needs a new hero... Me!
(shouts) Cut!
Oh, my bolts!
That was close!
Sorry, kid, this just isn't working out.
You're looking a little rusty...
The whole screamy thing is pretty played out...
and just everything you're bring to it is...
[gag sound] I don't like it!
Alright. Tie me in tight!
[excited giggles]
This has to look real!
Happy to oblige.
All right! ACTION!
[maniacal laugh]
I knew you'd rescue me.
Thank you, gentlemens.
For what? You were terrible.
Your baby screams were ruining the finale.
HEY MA!
LOOK AT ME! I'M A STAR!
[loud explosion]
Guess we now know how Thunderbot ends.
Stinko.
I've seen more emotional depth in a teaspoon.
Yeah, and really.
I get it.
You fly into the star, you die.
But what about the mother?
They don't even deal with that part.
[organ music]
Cut!
You call that a tribute?
Come on, what, do I gotta do everything here?
Okay, move the lights in.
Lets get a nice close-up.
Whaddya mean we're out of time!
Might as well cast my mom in this thing
for all the good you guys are doing me... Ow!