Where did you--?
- How did you get these photos? - Well, that's not important, doctor.
Keeping me quiet is, and you know my price.
But I told you, I can't do that.
Well, then Debbie gets an eyeful of these.
Okay. I'll do it.
- Sweet. - But my ass is getting tore back first.
I don't know. Why don't you ask Carol?
What is the deal with Carol? What?
Cheese.
Give cheese.
- Beg your pardon? - I think he wants some cheese.
- Cheese. - Oh, my God!
Holy bejesus! He's a hollow-head monster...
...with a mouse driving him, via tiny, mouse-sized controls.
A mouse, where his brain should be?
Please, give me some cheese.
Well, if he's got a mouse where his brain was, where is his brain?
Man, I'm gonna lose my scientist license.
Hey, just lube me up and step aside.
Sir, please, this has gone too far.
What's gone too far is you...
...with Chubby Carol, the intern.
And unless you want Debbie to see those photos--
Okay, okay.
Then shut up and give me my new hands.
Yeah, on the hands.
Now, if I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do it right.
I know you want chainsaw...
...but I also have the cryogenically preserved hands of Franz Joseph Haydn.
Yeah? Okay.
Then give me one of each.
One chainsaw and one frozen Haydn hand that, legally, I shouldn't have?
The Barbeau-bot has spoken.
Thank you. This is excellent cheese.
I bet Quinn's behind this.
He has been acting weird lately.
You know who's weird, is Chubby Carol.
Carol's sweet.
What? What?
Seriously, I can't thank you enough for this cheese.
It's-- It's phenomenal.
Can you wiggle your fingers for me?
Yeah, hang on.
Oh, my God!
Haydn's frozen hand!
Give me the other chainsaw, stupid.
Who the hell you calling stupid?
- Naked pictures. - Okay, okay.
Of you and chubby little Carol.
- She's not chubby. - You like them chubby.
Quinn, what's going on with--? Oh, my God!
Hiya, Debbie.
Holy bejesus! He's a-- What is he?
He's a robot.
- Barbeau-bot. - Yes, sir.
That I built and then put his brain in--
- To dispense-- - No, no. Full of justice.
- What? - What of justice?
D cups, full of justice.
- Sweet. - Hey, that's my battle cry.
- Sweet! - For when I go into battle.
Quinn, have you lost your mind?
I've lost all kinds of stuff.
Hey, I want some D cups full of justice.
There can be only one Barbeau-bot.
- How the hell did you pay for this? - We had some private funding.
Coming down. Easy, now.
Easy. We're there.
Oh, my God!
Behold.
Sparkomus Prime is complete.
- Sparks, you paid for this? - Not Sparks.
I am Sparkomus Prime...
...a bold leader for a brave new world.
No. We're the Barbeau-bot.
Sparkomus Prime.
Quinn, why did you do this?
Mistakes were made!
- Mistakes? - Okay?
Dude, that one guy's a chick-bot...
...with a cripple on his neck...
...and then that other dude's brain is scooped out...
...and there's a mouse in there driving his body around.
What the--? Quinn...
...you said my human body would be tastefully preserved.
Well, I had to do something with it.
And so far, I'm a smashing success.
This is a crime against nature.
A crime?
Let us dispense justice.
No, you are the crime.
- Sparkomus Prime, enter the fray. - No, damn it!
- We're the Barbeau-bot. - Hey, Quinn, I'm ready for my robot body.
Stormy, you idiot! You can't just...
...saw your own skull open.
- Marco, do something! - Like what?
It's all I can do not to wet my freaking pants.
- Me too. - Quinn, put them back like they were.
Hey, hang on. I should have a say in this.
- Even if they let me change them back-- - Which we won't.
Sparkomus Prime will not allow it.
For the last time, it's Barbeau-bot.
Even if they'd let me change them back, I'm too damn drunk to do it.
Okay, okay. Here's the plan.
Debbie, on the self-destruct system.
We'll nuke this train wreck from deep dive--
I will not allow it.
Sparkomus Prime, attack!
- Go! Come on! Chainsaws! Yes! - No...
...not until you say we're a Barbeau-bot.
Sparkomus Prime!
Debbie, come on, let's nuke them.
Okay, Quinn, let's go.
No. I'll stay here and die with my vile creations.
I deserve it!
Well, I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm just a pawn in all this.
- Okay, Mouse-head comes with us... - Shotgun.
...and everything else gets fried.
Yes, destroy us. It's the only way.
We'll need cheese for the voyage, mostly Parmesans and Romanos.
I won't leave without Quinn.
Hard cheeses for a hard journey.
Well, I won't stay here with these freaks of nature and science.
I'm-- - Hey, you shut up your mouth!
I'm freak science nature too.
- What? - Don't you remember?
Way back.
Big speech about how I put my brain in a robot body.
Ripped open my chest, had a little TV in there.
Yeah, I remember that.
That would explain some things.
Like my hydraulic penis, which is huge.
Yeah, guess so.
- Hey, whoa, I want a hydraulic penis. - I want one first.
I'm not handing out hydraulic penises.
- It's unethical. - Unethical?
What about Mouse-brain?
Okay, that was pretty unethical too...
-...but I was trying to see if-- - To see if what?
Well, if I could scoop out somebody's brain and replace it with the mouse...
...I could control them both with tiny mouse controls.
And I am almost living proof he could.
And what about those idiots over there?
Behold, the Fortress of Solitude.
All this crap...
...and the mistake that led to it...
...they all seemed like good ideas at the time.
Chubby Carol could vouch for that.
What is the deal with Carol?
Silence, mortals!
Sparkomus Prime demands a hydraulic penis!
You...
...wouldn't even have the strength to control the hydraulic penis...
-...because it's big! - Plus, I don't want it touching my back.
Shut up, gear-head.
- Wanna try and make me? - I will when I get my robot body.
Nobody's getting a robot body.
Maybe Chubby Carol can give me one.
She's not chubby!
What the f*** is up with Carol?
Ask Quinn.
Robot bodies for everybody.
Well, Marco can't have chainsaw hands.
- I don't want crappy chainsaw hands. - They'd help you eat those sour grapes.
Well, if Marco gets one, I get one.
No. This is just for guys.
How is it for guys when you have mammoth, gonzo boobs?
These are my crime-fighting jugs.
Quinn, can you give me two penises?
Then I want two vaginas.
I like myself just as I am.
Yeah, let's go before I sober up.
Hey, why are you so drunk?
Because I'm being blackmailed...
...because of one dumb mistake that wasn't even worth it.
And it all ended with a bunch of crying and hugging and crap...
...until somebody finally got talked into a hand roll.
Which I could've done better by myself!
I want to be a robot alligator.
Somebody scoop Stormy up and I'll fix him while we're at it.
How? His brain is sitting on the floor.
Rinse it off.
That should just about do it.
Shiny now--?
- There, you're all set. - I don't see two penises down there.
- You said make you a gator-bot. - Two gator willies were implied.
Oh, because you're weak.
What the hell is this?
For melting these delicious cheeses.
And what's up with my boobs?
- Only I can have D cups, woman. - Well, then, this is kind of lame.
Lame? I don't even have a pepino.
If you knew...
That's disgusting.
Quinn, this is unacceptable.
It's freaking nasty is what it is.
An hour ago you were dead.
You should be thankful I saved your life.
I think I'd rather be dead.
- I'll do it. - Don't. That crap will fly everywhere.
- Good call. - These robot bodies suck.
Someone, please kill me.
I want my regular body back.
You can't have them back.
In fact, the new owners have already moved in.
- Go, Mouse-tron! - Go, Mouse-tron!
As s***-faced as I am...
...I was able to improve on the prototype...
...made for Captain Murphy's old body.
Hey, I want one of those.
- Sweet. Just like normal. - Well, I'm not normal.
No! You're all disgusting freaks!
What the hell are we supposed to do now?
May I make a suggestion?
The Barbeau-bot recognizes the gentleman in my former body.
I think you should all go away.
Yes, to start a new civilization...
...a brave new world with a bold new leader, Sparkomus Prime!
A place by Freakbots, for Freakbots.
- Where Freakbots roam freaky. - Freakbots, away!
- Okay. - See you later.
- It's been real. - Hasta la vista, baby!
Man, I'm glad that's over.
In a way, I think we all are.
Here.
Hey, thanks, little mousy.
Hey, what happened?
I had a weird dream you took our brains out.
It's just the flu shots I gave you, remember?
Why, dreams are entirely normal. And we'll just move on from being...
- Anything you say, Quinn. - I've got a weird craving for cheese.
You shut up.
In 2021, the Freakbots were sent to prison for a crime they didn't commit.
Then they escaped. Today, they survive as soldiers of fortune.
If you have a problem, if no one else can help...
...and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...
...the Freakbots.
This week's episode: “Wheels of Thunderdoom."
That's what she looks like going down the road.
Yeah, this is a sweet frigging van.
Them bullet holes are for speed.
Next week's episode: “Search for Jumper Cables."
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