Chomp chomp chomp
chomp
Hey, if you wanna be cool
Pac-surfing is the way to do it.
Crunch
Yaa-hoo!
Boing
Hey, I can do that.
Crunch
Oh-oh, oh-oh, uh-oh, whaa!
'Like, wow! Talk about precision surfing.'
creak
whoosh
thud
♪ Pac-Man ♪
vroom
boing
♪ Pac-Man ♪♪
pew
tap tap tap
chomp chomp chomp
'Ladies and gentle-pacs'
'this year's Super Pac-Bowl is about to begin.'
'Packin'-Sack Packers will play the Power-Pellet Pickers'
'led by their quarterback and our hometown boy'
'Pac-Man!'
Yay, Packy!
Ga-goo, smash 'em, da-da.
Boing
But we're after, the Packin'-Sack Packers.
Okay, men, prepare for operation Ghost Gophers.
Aye-aye, Clyde.
Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.
'Pac-Man's team will toss the coin to see who kicks off.'
Call it, Pac-Man.
Uh, heads. No, no, tails.
No, heads. Tails. I mean heads. No, no, tails. Oh!
Boing
Duh, it's heads.
Yeah, ghost-heads.
Oh-oh! I think I better scram before I get ghost-blitzed.
Tap tap tap
Let's get 'em.
Oh, dear, those awful Ghost Monsters
are ruining the game.
Ga-goo, ga-ga-ga, ghost-thieves.
♪ Chomp on for Mezmeron ♪
♪ Chomp on chomp on until they're gone ♪♪
tap tap tap
screech
Okay, I give up. You win.
Don't chomp me.
Who wants to chomp you, Pac-Man?
Yeah, we're gonna chomp them.
So long, Pac-Dummy.
Chomp chomp chomp
Yeah, we got 'em.
This is Clyde callin' Mezmeron, over.
This is Mezmeron. Have you got the team?
We sure do. Ready when you are.
Attention, Pac-Fans.
'I, Mezmeron, have the Packin'-Sack Packers.'
'My Ghost Monsters will be taking their place'
'and play against Pac-Man's team.'
'The winner of the game will take home the trophy'
'and the location of the Power Forest'
'or you'll never see the Packin'-Sack Packers again.'
Ah, we've got nothin' to worry about.
Why, I could beat those Ghost Monsters
standing on my head.
Boing boing
'The Ghost Monsters are about to kick off.'
Okay, team, let's cream those Pac-finks.
Say, Clyde, I got a question.
What is it, ghost-brains?
How am I supposed to kick the ball
when I don't have any feet?
Do I have to think of everything?
Gee, uh, thanks.
Boing boing
I got it! I got it!
Swoosh
screech
Wrong, Pac-Punk, I got it.
That's a foul, illegal use of the mouth, 15 yards.
Psst, Inky, you got that special football
made of tar that Mezmeron gave us?
Sure.
- Here it is. - Give me that.
Here, swap this with the other football.
Look, an invisible butterfly.
I don't see any invisible butterfly.
Of course not, it's invisible, isn't it?
Thirty-two, sixty, hut-hut.
Twang
Hey, what're you doing in my hand?
I just passed you.
Hand off! Hand off!
Squeak
Punt. Punt.
Ha-ha, looks like Packy and his teammates
really know how to stick together.
Touchdown!
No touchdown, illegal use of a tar ball, 15 yards.
Hold it, illegal use of the referee
one hundred yards.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh
Way to go, Pinky. That's good for the extra point.
'Oh, it's looking bad for the Power-Pellet Pickers'
'as the Ghost Monsters go ahead 7-nothing.'
Oh, it's no use, Pepper.
With those ghostly cheaters and no referee
there's nothin' in the world that can help us win.
Thud
Touchdown.
Ga-goo, Super-Pac!
Oh, no, not him again.
I think I'd rather lose the game and get chomped.
Have no fear!
The one and only super-splendiferous
and all powerful
not to mention good-looking, Super-Pac is here.
No applause, please. Thank you.
Now, what sort of spine-tingling jeopardy
can I get you out of today?
Well, how good are you with football?
Football? Why, I am the greatest football player in the universe.
Oh, boy! What choice do I have?
Uh-oh, Pac-Man's got that Super-guy playin' on his side.
Don't worry, I've got some super-tricks of my own.
Let's see, should I use the grenade ball
or the helicopter ball?
Aah! This guided propeller ball should fix that Super-fool.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
three, two, one, zero, blastoff!
'What a kick! Uh, I mean, what a launch!'
I got it! I got it! Whoa!
'And it's a reverse field goal for the Ghost Monsters.'
Relax, put those teeth away.
I-I'm Super-Pac, defender of the flea-bitten
fighter for truth, justice and more dog bones.
You wouldn't wanna bite me now, would you?
Oh, don't mind him. He's just, uh, one of my loyal fans.
Shoo, stop that, come on.
Oh, brother!
Come on, Pac-Punks, let's see how far you can kick it.
I'll kick this ball so far
they'll be running for a week to catch it.
Swoosh
They sure are sending up
some weird-lookin' satellites these days.
Swoosh
Ha-ha-ha, we got it on the 5-yard line.
Ga-goo, defense, defense!
Huh, thirty-three, twenty-seven.
Eighteen times six.
Twelve divided by 3.5.
The square root of eleven plus fifty-two over X.
Hike!
Swoosh
Hey, what're you waiting for? Wake up.
Yippee! Another TD.
Ding
'With 60 seconds left in the game'
'the Ghost Monsters are leading 86 to zip.'
There's only once chance, as much as I hate to suggest it
you've gotta munch on one of your
super-powered Power Pellets.
Lucky for you, I just happen to have have one left.
I got it, fellas.
Give me that!
Hike!
Whatever you do, keep that thing away from Super-Pac.
Thirty seconds left in the game
and the Ghost Monsters have the ball.
Uh, I mean the Power Pellet.
- Get that pellet! - Hold it right!
- Don't let down! - Fight, fight, fight!
Wait a minute, the way to get my super-powered Power Pellet back
is with my Super-Mouth.
Swoosh
Ha-ha, we got this game won now.
Yeah, that Power Forest will be ours any minute.
Okay, ghost-thieves, I'll take that.
Mm, a bit over-ripe, but otherwise not bad.
Ready or not, here I come!
Swoosh
S-S-Super-Pac Power!
Ga-goo, go for it!
Wait a minute, folks. Super-Pac has the ball.
'He's got a touchdown, and another, and another'
and another, another, another..
And Super-Pac played a perfect run and pass to putt the prize
for Packy's Power-Pellet Pickers.
I can't stop!
Oh, no! His chomper is jammed again.
Yikes!
Stop, you ghost-chickens!
Whoa!
Chomp chomp chomp
boing
chomp chomp
pop pop pop pop
Okay, okay. I give up!
You can have your Packin'-Sack Packers back.
Anything! Just stop that chomping maniac.
Whoa!
Boom
Oh, my goodness, Packy, look!
We've got to stop Super-Pac
before he chomps Pac-Land into the Pac-Canyon.
Quick, where's that Super Time-Morph Space Hole of his?
Aah, there you are.
Super-Pac, over here.
Boing
Never fear, I'll repair the stadium.
Ga-goo, give me that.
Hurry, close the hole.
Oh, phew! Now I know why they call it the Super-Pac Bowl.
I could've told you that. They named it after moi.
The one and only, super-splendiferous
all powerful
'not to mention good-looking..'
cock-a-doodle-doo
'Pepper, have you seen my socks?'
Chomp-Chomp, did you take my socks?
Slurp slurp slurp
Okay, okay, okay, stop that.
Sorry, I accused you.
I can't find my socks. I've checked everywhere.
The washing machine! Who put them in there?
Nobody did!
They got so tired of being dirty they walked in by themselves.
Hmm. Hardy-har-har.
Oh, great! The washer ate my socks again.
I told you to call the repairman.
At thirty bucks an hour? Ha.
Money doesn't grow on Power-Pellet trees you know.
Hmm. I'll fix it myself.
Mm-hmm, you were the one who fixed it the last time, Packy.
That's why it ate your socks.
Oh, yeah? Well, this time I'll pull its teeth.
Uh-oh! That's not who I think it is, is it?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I know, it's P.J.
How's it going, cuz?
Just thought I'd drop in for the weekend
and crash at your pad.
Oh, great.
Hmm, looks real bad, dad.
What you need is an expert Pac-mechanic.
Fixin' a washer's no different than tunin' a chopper.
All you have to do is clean out the carbs
adjust the points, change the plugs..
'Voila!'
You're now the proud owner of a 400 cubic inch
dual overhead cam, fuel-injected washing machine.
Yeah, but will it wash my socks?
It will not only wash your socks
It'll do zero to sixty in nine seconds.
Hey, careful, that's my last pair.
Hey, that sounds worse than before!
Relax, Pacs.
All we gotta do is adjust the muffler.
Whoa! Whoa!
No! Whoa!
Zoom
Packy, P.J., where are you?
Whoa! Whoa!
Huh! How did we get to the beach?
Hey, this isn't the beach, man!
This is the Pac-hara Desert.
Well, then those must be the P-P-Pac-Pyramids.
Whoa! They're really packed to the max! Ha-ha.
Something tells me you turned my busted washing machine
into a busted time machine.
I think you're right, Packy.
I'd estimate the year to be about 2500 BC.
Yeah. Before Chompin'.
Bow down to the great pharaohs of Pac-Cardac.
Oh, superior beings from the beyond
we are grateful that you have come to honor us.
Now, these dudes know class when they see it.
We are ready for you.
Oh, great Tutan Pac-Man.
Oh, no. Uh, you don't understand.
Uh, I'm not Tutan Pac-Man.
I'm just plain Pac-Man.
You see, my washing machine was on the fritz
and then, and this fellow over here went and, uh...
Silence!
You do not have to explain.
We know what you desire and are here to give it to you.
Oh, boy! You mean you got me a new pair of water skis.
No! We give you the great Pac-Pyramid
where you will be buried for eternity.
Oh, uh, just what I wanted!
No! No! Hold it, wait! Uh, I'm allergic to pyramids.
'Uh, I break out in mummy.'
You must be properly dressed
for your journey into the great beyond.
Hey, like what's wrong with my duds, dude?
Neck 32, waist 32, and chest 32.
Uh, hold this.
Boing
Hey, where did everybody go?
Hang in there, Packy.
I got a Pac-plan that'll get us out of here.
Follow me!
Whatever you say, P.J.
Say, P.J., how're you gonna get us away
from that Pac-Pharaoh anyhow?
- Why, you! - Oh-oh!
Hey, this is one funky little chopper.
Heigh-ho! P.J. away!
Don't just stand there. Our mummy is getting away.
Hey! Hey! Hey! It's P.J. all the way!
'Hurry, P.J., get that washing machine goin'.'
- I don't think I can, Packy. - Why not?
'We're out of soap.'
Don't let them get away!
I got him!
Whoa! Whoa!
Hey, another perfect landing.
Maybe, but, w-where are we now?
You be on me ship and you'll regret it.
Ah, you'll regret it. You'll regret it.
Oh, no, It's Pac-Beard the Pirate.
Aye, that's right, and I'll show ye
what I do to buccaneers what come upon me ship
without askin'.
Ah, show 'em, show 'em!
Now, start walkin'.
Oh, no. Wait, I'm allergic to sharks.
I, uh, break out in teeth marks.
Too bad, Pac-Beard.
I guess you'll never find the treasure now.
Treasure?
'Tell me where it is.'
Tell him, Packy.
Me? Me? Me? Uh, I don't know if there's any treasure.
So you ain't talkin', eh?
Oh, no, no. Why, of course, I'm talkin'.
Huh, it's um, it's um, it's buried on that island.
'Ha-ha-ha! Hardy-har-har!'
We'll soon be rich, me little Pac-Parrot.
Ca-ca, soon be rich. Soon be rich.
- Land ho! - Ah, land ho! Land ho!
Will you shut up!
Now, show me where that treasure be.
Uh, gee, uh, uh, now that I think about it
maybe it was a different island.
If it's not buried on this island, you're gonna be.
I think you buried it in that mine shaft. Remember, Packy?
Uh, I did? Uh, I mean I did. Yeah, sure.
Um, of course, I did, uh, didn't I?
Now, go in there and get it.
Swoosh
Well?
'I'm looking. I'm looking.'
Ah, he's looking, he's looking.
Shut up! Shut up!
Well, it's an earthquake.
No, it's not an earthquake.
It's a whale-quake!
Abandon whale!
Ah, abandon whale! Abandon whale!
I'm heading to shore.
Wait for me!
Grrr-rrr
- Huh, we made it. - Uh, not yet.
Quick, start her up. Get us out of here.
Don't worry, cuz. We got plenty of time.
Oh, no. Don't!
Thud
W-where are we this time?
I don't know, but if my Pac-history serves me
'that looks a lot like Wilbur and Orville-Pac.'
I'm telling you, Orville
the propeller goes on the bottom.
You're wrong, Wilbur, it goes on the wheel like this.
'At the rate you dudes are goin'
you'll never get that thing to fly.
Fly? This thing ain't supposed to fly.
That's right. We're trying to invent the lawnmower.
Come on, Packy, we gotta help these guys out
so I don't have to re-study my history when we get home.
Ah, gee, uh, I don't know if that's such a good idea, P.J.
You guys may not know it
but you're about to invent the airplane.
Air what?
Ah, this baby will do Mach 3 now.
I don't know.
It still looks like a lawnmower to me.
Come on, Packy. Let's take it for a little spin.
Uh, not me. If Pac-Men were meant to fly, they'd have wings.
You got wings now!
Swoosh
Say, Orville
I wonder how they're gonna cut the grass from up there.
Say, you fly pretty good, P.J.
Oh, no! What happened?
Nothin' much. I guess they forgot to invent jet fuel.
Oh, I think we're gonna invent the plane crash.
Cool it, man. I got everything under control.
It's a good thing I used your old washing machine
to power this jet.
Come on, Orville, let's go invent the video game.
Whoa! Whoa!
Now, I wonder where Packy and P.J. could be, Pac-Baby?
Ga-goo. Hi, da-da. Hi, P.J.
Oh, boy, ah, what a trip!
Yeah. I've dug it too, cuz.
Oh, gee, I got my sweater dirty.
Guess I better wash it.
Oh, no. No, no!
'Whoa! Whoa!'
Ga-goo. Bye, da-da. Bye, P.J.
When they get back, Pac-Baby
remind me to have P.J. fix the TV for me.