Chomp chomp chomp
chomp
Hey, the wrecking ball is out of control.
♪ Gee I'm so cute Gee I'm so.. ♪♪
- 'Aah!' - Help?
Do I hear a call for help?
Swoosh
Uh-oh, it's gonna hit those old buildings.
Bam
- How am I gonna finish my job? - 'Ready when you are.'
I'm always on the ball.
Creak
swoosh
thud
♪ Pac-Man ♪
vroom
boing
♪ Pac-Man ♪♪
Alright, warden, I told you I was gonna escape.
Clank clank clank
clank
Escaped prisoner! Escaped prisoner!
Thud
'Alright, you. Put your hands up and don't say a word.'
'No! Please, don't do it.'
Touch that telephone and you're through, sweetheart.
'Packy, turn off that TV and come to bed.'
Oh. Just a few more minutes, Pepper.
I've gotta see the end of this Pac-Bogart movie.
And now, a special message from the Pac-Police Department.
Come on, Chomp-Chomp.
This is a good time to get some
Power-Pellet cookies and milk.
"Public enemy number one, Pretty Boy Pac
'"has just escaped from Pac-Atraz Prison'
and is on the loose in Pac-Land."
Now, back to our midnight movie, "Pac-ablanca."
Chompin' again, champ?
Chomp-Chomp, where is that paper?
Chomp-Chomp, what are you doing?
Hey, stop that, will you?
Chomp-Chomp, what's gotten into you?
I think he's been eating
too many chocolate-covered doggie bones.
He's gone cuckoo.
Hey, and I've gotta get crackin' before I'm late for work.
Hmm, I think I'll stop by the bank and get some cash
while I'm in the neighborhood.
Uh, hello there, I'd like some cash
and-and I'm in a hurry, if you know what I mean.
Uh, s-sure, P-Pretty Boy. I know what you mean.
Hmm, thanks. Ha-ha! You're kinda pretty yourself.
Hey, what's that bell?
Did I win a prize or something?
Yeah. You won a prize, Pretty Boy.
Another ten years in the slammer. Come on.
Ten years in the slammer?
What're you talkin' about?
And why does everybody keep callin' me Pretty Boy?
I'm not that good-lookin', am I?
This house will be a great place to hide.
Me lookin' like Pac-Man the way I do.
Thud
- Packy? - What?
I thought you were worried about being late to work.
Who, me?
Why, uh, work was called off today
on account of, uh, rain.
Rain? There isn't a cloud in the sky.
Can you beat that? You're right.
Oh, well, I guess I get a free day off.
What are you doing in that awful-looking striped suit?
And what in Pac-Land is that ball and chain
doing on your leg?
Oh, that. You see, I, uh, tried out for the, uh, prison play.
I mean, the play about prisoners at Pac-Atraz.
I got the part.
Are you getting a cold, Packy?
You sound very hoarse.
Yeah, that's it, I got a cold.
I think I'll stay inside the rest of the day.
Ga-goo. Tell me a story, da-da.
Sorry, kid. I don't have time.
Pac-Baby want a story! Pac-Baby want a story!
Okay, okay. I'll tell you a story.
Sheesh. Uh, once upon a time there were three crooks.
I mean bears..
Okay, Pretty Boy. Smile!
Wait a minute. What am I smiling for?
I'm not happy, and I'm not Pretty Boy.
- I'm Pac-Man! - Yeah, sure.
And I'm Thomas Jeffer-Pac.
No, you're not.
Hey, not bad! That Pac-Man has pretty good taste.
Nice d-d-doggy.
Thud
Phew! Ooh! That was close.
Thud thud thud
'Hey, watch it. Yeow! Stop that.'
Wha.. Help!
Okay, Pretty Boy, one phone call.
Ah, thanks.
Thud
Phew! They ought to put that crazy Pac-Mutt behind bars.
- Yeah? - Hello?
- Who is this? - Uh, this is Pac-Man?
What do you mean you're Pac-Man?
- I'm Pac-Man. - Is that right?
Well, if you're Pac-Man
then what's the answer to this riddle.
How many ghosts could a ghost-chomper chomp
if a ghost-chomper could chomp ghosts?
Hmm, I don't know. How many?
Simple, a good ghost-chomper can chomp a lot of ghosts
but the best ghost-chomper chomps the most.
Oh, gee, I never knew that.
Then you must not be Pac-Man.
Thud
Relax, Pretty Boy, you'll be back in Pac-Atraz
before you know it.
Wait, hold it. You don't understand.
I'm not Pretty Boy Pac. I'm Pretty Man-Pac.
No, no! I mean, I mean, I'm Pretty Pac-Man.
Oh, no! I mean, I mean..
Oh, oh, what's the use?
Psst! Hey, buddy. I hear you're Pretty Boy.
No, no, no. No, no, not me.
Nobody lies to Tiny, the thug.
Okay, okay, I'm Pretty Boy. Ahem, uh, glad to know you.
You and me, we're breakin' out of here, you got that?
Yeah, yeah, I-I got it. Boy, do I got it.
Uh, when do we leave, thug? Ha-ha, I mean, Tiny?
We leave now!
Whoa!
This bulletin just in.
Pretty Boy Pac was captured this morning by Pac-Land police.
- I was? - Yes.
But, unfortunately, he's escaped again.
- I did? - Yes.
And now, he's with public enemy number two, Tiny, the thug.
- I am? - Yes.
And now, back to our midday movie
"The Ghost Monster That Devoured Cleveland."
I better stay put till the heat blows over.
Hey, what do you think you're doin'?
Help!
Swoosh
Packy, stop fooling around!
Hold it, we gotta get some wheels
and beat it out of here.
Ah, this looks like a good one.
- Let's roll! - I wonder where the keys are.
Lookin' for these?
Yikes!
Look out for that train!
Hang on! I'm gonna try to turn it around.
- Ha ha. We lost them! - That's what you think.
This prison train is taking you two
straight to Pac-Atraz Island.
Oh, no!
'No, stop! Get away from me!'
I gotta get out of here!
Da-da, Pac-Baby let you down.
Swoosh
This place is a mad house. I can't take it anymore.
I'd rather be back in the slammer.
Meow
thud thud thud
I'm innocent. You gotta believe me.
I'm not Pretty Boy Pac.
I am not a crook.
He's tellin' you the truth, warden.
I'm Pretty Boy. Please, take me back.
Don't let those crazy Pac-pets get me.
Chomp-Chomp, I thought I told you
not to leave the paper laying around.
Oh, dear. Pretty Boy Pac has escaped.
I better be careful.
- Who's there? - It's me Packy.
Oh, it's you Pretty Boy Pac.
Ah!
Chomp-Chomp, Sour Puss.
- Sic 'em. - No-no, Pepper.
Don't, don't, Pepper, don't!
Chomp-Chomp, Sour Puss, it's me, Packy! It's me. Ugh!
Cut it out. Stop that, will you?
Don't you recognize me. Ooh!
Yoo-hoo! Everything's clear to the south-west.
You know, sailing through the Pac-Muda Triangle
sure makes me nervous.
Why all the security over a load of trash, Pac-Man?
Shh! That trash is only a cover.
'Underneath it is the largest shipment of Power-Pellets'
'ever transported across the Pac-cific Ocean.'
Ooh! The old stash the cash-ay
under the trash-ay routine.
Exact-ay! I figured it out myself.
'Mezmeron and his ghost-flunkies'
'will never see through this plan.'
chomp
♪ Sailing sailing under the ocean blue ♪
♪ We're gonna sing for Pac-Man ♪
♪ And then we'll chomp them too ♪♪
Quiet!
I think I spotted something.
'Ah-ha! There it is.'
'So, Pac-Man thinks he can fool me, does he? Ha-ha-ha.'
'Well, I've just implanted my Infrared Power-Pellet Detector.'
Load the rocket tube!
- Aye-aye. - Aye-aye.
- Aye.. Yay-aye-e!
I said move it!
Alright, Blinky, let's have the rockets.
Bu-bu-but there aren't any rockets, Clyde.
Who said anything about rockets?
I just said load the tube.
'Now, get in!'
'Loaded and ready, captain.'
Standby!
'Fire!'
Oh, it looks like smooth sailin' from here on out, Pac-Man.
Yep, nothin' in the water
except those five Ghost-Rockets..
Ghost-Rockets! Whoa!
No! Argh!
Boom
chomp
- We're gonna sink. - Start bailin'.
- We did it. - Yeah.
Now, all we got to do is get this
barge full of Power-Pellets to Mezmeron.
Stop shakin', you coward.
Bu-bu-but I'm not shakin', Clyde.
- No! Then what is? - The ba-ba-barge!
Crash
Phew! We made it. But where are we?
I'm afraid it looks like Packy Jones Locker to me.
You mean, we're..
I'm afraid not. You are in the sunken city of Pac-Lantis.
Oh, good. For a minute there, I thought we were in trouble.
You are!
Ha! Looks like Pac-Man got himself in a real fix this time.
Now, all we gotta do is get this barge up to the Ghost-Sub.
Hey, maybe this fish-face fella can help us.
We will help you, alright
to the Pac-Lantis Prison.
Take them away!
So, you are the ones from the Upper World? Hmm.
You two look somewhat Pac-Lantian.
But you!
You look weird!
We-we-we, we're just Ghost Monsters.
Ghost Monsters? I've heard about you.
You're the ones who my spies tell me
run around like Pac-maniacs
chasing after the one called Pac-Man.
Uh, that's me, Your Wetness.
Oh! This is wonderful!
I've always wanted to see
how you upper people do one of your..
'How do you call it? '
'Chomp chasings? Heh, heh.'
Uh-uh, but me and the captain here
have got to get back to Pac-Land.
Take them to the dungeons!
Tomorrow they will chomp chase in the arena!
Oh, boy, we're never gonna get back to Pac-Land at this rate.
You remember what John Pac Jones said
"Don't pack up the ship."
Look, cap, this is no time for a history lesson.
It's no history lesson.
I'm just trying to tell you there's a way out.
- See? - Si, si. I see.
We gotta figure a way out of this dumb dungeon.
Why?
Once we chomp Pac-Man
we can chomp the rest of them fishy freaks.
I love fish.
Fish. That's it!
Inky, you got a fishing pole in that ghost-suit of yours?
Well, I don't know. Let me see.
I got a fishbowl.
- How about a fish casserole? - No!
Oh, here it is.
Oh, wait a minute. You forgot the bait.
Tuna on rye.
Irresistible!
Now to catch that guard off guard.
Chomp
We got one!
Quick, start reeling.
Oh, boy, he-he-he's a beauty.
Come on, let's get out of here.
I think we're far enough, Pac-Man.
Better start diggin' up.
We should be free in a minute.
- This must be exit. - It's locked.
Push!
Come on!
We made it.
Thud thud thud
We made it.
It's you!
Yes! And it's time for the chomp chase.
The winners of which will be set free.
- Uh, and the losers? - 'The losers?'
Why, they get these magnificent gold trophies.
Hey, with trophies like that for the losers
heh, who wants to be a winner?
Oh, the losers don't get to have the trophies
they get to be the trophies.
You mean, th-th-th-those were the last l-l-l-losers?
Let the chomp chase begin!
Alright, shake hands.
Hey, this isn't fair. We don't have any Power-Pellets.
That's too bad, Pac-Chumps.
Yeah, you two are gonna make nice trophies for our mantel.
Now, go to your corners.
At the sound of the gong
come out chompin'.
Bam
- Down the hats. - And past the gums.
- Let's start talkin'. - And chomp their bums.
Oh, you gotta help me, Pac-Man.
I've never been in one of these chomp chases before.
Uh, nothing to it, captain.
There's only one thing you've got to do.
- Yes? - Run!
We're trapped.
There's still one chance
to stop those ghostly-gladiators.
Ha! Let's see you get out of that one.
Show him, Pinky.
Mm, me and my big mouth.
Okay, fellas, chomp 'em.
It looks like Pac-Man and his friends are the losers.
Yeah, and so are you, you royal Pac-Fish.
Help! They're after us!
- Run! - Run!
My infrared Power-Pellet Detector
is picking up the Power-Pellets at the bottom of the sea.
'Somewhere within that dome city.'
Any minute now, and the Power-Pellets will be mine!
Uh, Pac-Man, look.
Someone's stealin' the Power-Pellets.
Not if I can help it.
Come on, pull!
Ha! I've got the Power-Pellets.
Ah! Wh-what's happening?
Keep chompin' 'em, fellas.
Look, it's raining Power-Pellets!
Come on, captain.
It's time to do a little rompin' and chompin'.
Boing
Ah-oh!
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pac-Power.
Duh, when in Pac-Lantis
do like the Pac-Lantians.
Ha-ha! I could really dig some ghost-fishin'.
Yee-ow!
I gotta blow this joint.
But not before I blow this.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ow!
Please, can't we talk this over? Oh, oh..
No, but we can chomp it over.
Quick, through that door.
'We made it! We are safe now.'
'You are?'
Looks like the mouth is faster than the eyes. Ha-ha-ha.
Whoosh
Get away from me, you pests.
'Stop! Turn back!'
'I want those Power-Pellets!'
The Pac-Lantians and I wish to thank you
for saving us, Pac-Man.
As a token of my appreciation
I'd like you to have my daughter's hand in marriage.
B-but I'm-I'm, I'm already married.
That's okay. She mows lawns, too.
I don't need a gardener.
I need a fast way out of here.