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Original subtitles

[???]

?�It's�a�mad,�mad�world�?

?�And�guess�who's�gonna save�it�all�?

?�It's�a�dirty�job�?

?�But�someone's�gotta�do�it�?

?�Yeah,�we�can�do�it�?

?�Super�Team�Canada!�?

?�Hey,�hey!�?

?�The�fate�of�the�free�world�?

?�Is�in�our�hands�?

?�We're�the�heroes of�the�land�?

?�Super�Team�Canada!�??

[explosion]

[distant�loon�calling]

[???]

And�that�completes�my�proposal

for�Project�Saturday�Morning.

[Prime�Minister]�Denied!

What? I�pitch�this�every�year

to�ensure the�security�of�Canada,

and�every�single�year you�refuse!

Yes,�Dr.�Garburator,

because�it's�insane!

As�the�Head�of�Bubl�-6,

Canada's�secret�spy�branch,

I�would�expect�you to�know�better!

Some�"beam"

that�turns�our�endless crappy�tax-credit�cartoons

into�an�unstoppable�army of�super�soldiers?

Ha!

Your�project�is�over,

and�now�I'm�reassigning�you

to�help�with�something truly�important�to�our�nation,

organizing "The�Guess�Who�Day".

W-who?

-The�Guess�Who. -I'm�not�in�the�mood

to�play�guessing�games,�okay?

This�is�ridiculous.

Just�like�your�plan!

You're�fired!

Jacques!�Louis!

[Dr.�Garburator]�Huh?

You're�firing�me?

You�say�my�plan�is�insane?

I'm�secretly�attracted to�one�of�these�Mounties?

Well,�guess�what? All�three�are�true,

and�I'll�be�back!

Good�luck!

Everybody�knows�our�cartoons

are�specifically�designed

to�appeal�to�only�children and�simpletons.

[munching]

A�cat�in�a�tree?

The�stakes have�never�been�higher!

Help!�Help!

[horn�beeping,�dogs�barking]

Don't�worry,�ma'am,

because�we've�got�a�plan!

Together�we're... The�Pooch�Pack!

[dog�barking�and�howling]

You�do�realize

this�is�a�show for�preschoolers,�don't�you?

[chuckles�knowingly]

As�if�the�subtle�themes of�friendship�and�teamwork

wouldn't�be�completely�lost on�the�average�four-year-old.

Pooches, let's�activate�some�mooches!

[honking�horn,�howling]

[Breakaway]�Yes! Just�in�time!

That's�Masyn,�with�a�"Y",

their�leader and�Trace's�best�friend.

I�know�everything about�the�entire�Pack!

Like,�Rumble�once�wet�his-

Where�the�hell�did�everyone�go?

We�need�help fixing�Super�Vanada�1,

and�Sask�keeps�eating�the�tires!

[munching�and�belching]

Breakaway,�enough�of this�poop�of�the�horse!

I'm�coming! Cool�your�jorts!

Whatever�the�Canadian�Emmy�is,

this�show�should�win�30�of�'em,

because�it�can�teach�us�all amazing�life�lessons,

and�you're�missing�them!

-Cough...�it..�up! -[farting�noises]

[phone�ringing]

[RCM-PC]�Hello?

That�was�the�P.M.

He�needs�to�see�us�right�away.

Says�it's�a�national�emergency.

My�favourite�kind!

Let's�roll!

[slamming]

[exploding]

[Poutine] I�warned�you�about�the�tire!

I'm�sure�you�all�heard,

but�I�recently�lost�the�person

organizing�The�Guess�Who�Day.

[RCM-PC]�Who?

Why�does�this�keep�happening?

Listen,�I�just�want�to�honour

one�of�Canada's greatest�rock�bands

here�on�Parliament�Hill,

but�the�person who�was�supposed�to�do�it�quit

after�I�fired�him.

Can�you�help?

The�Guess�Who?

Their�music�totally�helped my�dad�make�me

with�my�mom�in�high�school!

We'd�be�honoured!

Fantastic!

Finally,�I�can�relax.

[exploding]

[P.M.�yelping]�Explosion!

Ha�ha! I�told�you�I'd�be�back,

and�I�brought�some�friends.

Well,�work�friends.

Masyn�here, reporting�for�duty!

-[horn�honking] -The�Pooch�Pack�kid?

He's�huge,�and...�not�in�a�TV?

This�is�the�greatest�day of�my�life!

That's�right,

and�I�brought some�extra�doggie�might!

[howling�deafeningly]

I�told�you�my�plan�would�work!

Because�the�invention you�refused

will�now�end�your�ass!

Pack�attack!

[smashing]

[reverse�alerts�beeping]

Wait,�this�isn't�right.

You�guys�are�good.

Canada's�yelper�helpers.

[slapshot�cracking]

[monstrous�roaring]

[RCM-PC]�Breakaway,�no!

Breakaway,�yes!

And�now for�the�reason�I'm�here.

Kibble! Make�bow-wow�now!

[growling]

No! Let�me�down!

I�offered�you�the�chance to�control�these�creatures,

but�you�turned�me�down,

and�now�Canada�and�the�world

will�be�my�bitch!

[snarling]

Bad�choice�of�words�there, Sparkles.

You�give�me�$100�million�in�cash by�this�time�tomorrow,

or�your�precious�leader�is�dead,

and�don't�think�about coming�after�me!

[evil�cackling]

Smokebomb�escape!

-[Masyn]�Copy�that,�Master! -[Dr.�Garburator�cackling]

Okay,�Pack,�let's�head�on�back!

[tires�screeching, horns�beeping]

[coughing�and�spluttering]

Super�Team�Canada,�let's�go.

Breakaway,�you�know�everything about�those�dumb�dog�things.

How�can�we�stop�them?

Breakaway?

[RCM-PC]�Oh,�no!

[crashing]

[scanner�whirring] He's�alive,�but�barely.

We�must�get�him�to�a�hospital.

You�and�Sask�take�him.

The�rest�of�us will�go�after�the�P.M.

[???]

[geese�honking]

[Dr.�Garburator] My�invisible�camouflage�dome

is�working�perfectly.

No�one�will�ever�find�us!

It's�an�issue�with�the�mail.

We're�working�on�it.

If�someone�wants�trouble,

look�under�the�bubble!

[laughing]

[dogs�howling]

[muttering]�Oh,�Jesus�Christ, these�rhymes...

Time�is�running�out,�"boss".

Have�you�reconsidered�my�offer?

I've�told�you�a�hundred�times,

I�will�not�take�you�to�the�prom,

and�we�don't�negotiate with�terrorists!

Super�Team�Canada�will�stop�you,

and�if�you�kill�me, you�get�nothing.

Which�is�exactly�what�will�be left�of�our�country

if�I�unleash�my�friends�again-

Bupkiss!

Why�don't�you think�about�things...

in�the�hole!

[inhaling]

[blowing�whistle,�dogs�howling]

No!

I�don't�think�he...�digs�it.

[laughing]

That's�a�knee-slapper!

Jacques�merde!

How�can�five�giant�cartoons

and�an�even�bigger�asshole just�disappear?

Keep�looking!

RCM-PC,�status�report.

[RCM-PC]�Still�no�response,

but�I�don't�think the�restaurant�opens

until�3:00.

Not�for�lunch!

Breakaway?

No�change.

If�your�friend�wasn't wearing�that�hockey�helmet

and�five�athletic�cups,

he�would�be�dead.

However,�he�has�been�whispering

one�strange�thing-

"Egg�salad."

Any�idea�why?

Egg�salad?

No�clue,�but�we'll�run�it through�the�super�computer-

Oh,�no,�you�won't!

Do�you�have�my�money, Super�Idiots?

Because�the�country and�the�P.M.

are�rapidly running�out�of�time!

[RCM-PC]�You�filthy�fiend!

How�do�we�stop�this�guy?

[Dr.�Garburator] Let�me�save�you�some�time.

Nothing�can,

but�perhaps you�need�another�example

of�my�Poochies'�powers.

You�see�Parliament�Hill over�there?

Well,�you�won't in�five�minutes!

[laughing�maniacally]

Ah,�if�only�we�knew which�direction

those�doggy�dicks are�coming�from!

[muttering]�Egg�salad... Egg�salad...

[RCM-PC] Yes,�Breakaway,�egg�salad.

Wait,�I�know�the�view that�crazy�guy�just�showed�you,

it's�from a�huge�abandoned�lot...

where�I�buried my�smart�twin�sister

after�I�stole�her�identity to�get�into�medical�school...

Five�minutes�from�Parliament!

[Chinook] Which�could�be�big�enough

to�hold�a�giant invisible�dog�clubhouse�thing!

Egg�salad,�egg�salad...

[RCM-PC]�Yes,�friend.

We'll�make�you�as�much disgusting�egg�salad

as�you�want

after�we�save�the�P.M. and�our�country.

Let's�roll!

[ceiling�smashing]

[panicked�screaming]

[Dr.�Garburator] Yes,�my�sweet�mutts!

Destroy!

Make�them�literally�pay!

[Chinook] Give�it�up,�Garburator,

you�and�your�heinous�hounds!

This�is�your�final�warning!

Ah,�Super�Team�Canada,

I�don't�know how�you�tracked�me,

but�it's�too�late.

Rumble!�Give�them�a-

[reluctantly]�Oh,�my�god.

-tumble.

Give�them�a�tumble,�Rumble.

Rumble,�give�them�a�tumble.

Huh?

[roaring]

[Dr.�Garburator] How�predictable.

You�forget I�had�top-secret�clearance.

I�know�everything�about�you,

including all�of�your�lame�tactics.

Masyn,�end�these�pests!

Because...�we're�the�best.

You�do�better, you�do�better�then.

Copy,�Doc.

Pooch�Pack, full-on�Hound�Attack!

[roaring�battle�cries]

[spitting]

[screaming]

Ha,�ha,�ha,�ha!�Yeah!

[dogs�howling]

Now�do�you�see�the�power

you�could�have�had

if�you�had�just�listened�to�me?

Now�destroy�Parliament!

And�we�all�know�nothing�rhymes with�"Parliament"!

[Breakaway] Not�so�fast,�Jack�plus�ass!

Okay,�not�the�best�pun,

but�I�did�almost�die under�a�toilet.

Breakaway?�But�how?

Three�words- "Ice�cold�rectal�thermometer."

Time�to�kick�you and�your�cartoon�buddies'�asses.

And�how�do�you�propose to�do�that?

Because�in�all�your�planning,

you�didn't�plan�on�this!

Egg�salad!

[yelping�and�whimpering]

What�the�hell�is�happening?

Stop�goofing�around and�kill�him!

It�burns,�it�burns!

Burns?�That�sounds�awful!

As�the�number-one�fan of�Pooch�Pack,

I�know�everything�about�them.

Like�in�Episode�357,

"Rumble's�Tummy�Grumbles",

at�the�camp-out�in�the�woods,

it�revealed

that�the�entire�Pooch�Pack

hates�egg�salad.

Impossible!

My�job�gave�me�access

to�all�the�information on�the�show!

Correct,

but�the�Canadian Egg�Salad�Board

used�their�incredible political�power

to�have�this�episode�removed

and�all�records�of�it�destroyed,

except�this�record- [smacking�helmet]

And�now,�on�behalf�of�Canada,

your�evil�plan�sucked,

and�you're�all�pucked!

[egg�splatting]

[whining]

[screaming�in�agony]

[screaming�and�howling]

[Masyn]�Oh,�god,�it�burns!

Ah!�[crunching]

[bodies�thudding]

Ah!�I�can't�see!

For�a�really�gross�reason!

Yes,�through the�unmistakable�tang

of�Dijon-mustard�justice.

[screaming]

This�sucks!

[thudding]

[P.M.]�Super�Team�Canada, I�don't�know�what�to�say

besides�thank�you for�saving�me

and�our�nation.

Don't�thank�us, thank�Breakaway.

If�it�weren't�for�him,

we'd�be�slaves to�that�horrible�Dr.�Garburator.

I�told�you�that�the�show had�its�benefits.

And�I�think�we've�all�learned

that�Canada�can�make world-class�cartoon�if�they�try,

and�no�longer�need�to�rely�on cranking�out�weak�garbage

for�tax�credit.

[???]

[???]

[gentle�muzak�playing]

Super�Team�Canada!

Oh,�you�guys�are�the�best!

I'm�so�happy�my�body�needs�food,

so�I�was�here�to�see�you!

I�love�you!

Will�you�sign�my�baby?

Is�it�mine?

-Mm-mm. -Then�okay!

I've�followed�your�career since�you�were�a�mailbox!

Any�advice for�my�mailbox�at�home?

[RCM-PC]�Well,�I�guess�I'd�say

treat�every�letter like�it's�First-Class,�and-

[voice�on�loudspeaker] Attention,�shoppers!

This�is�the�Prime�Minister of�Canada.

[crowds�shouting�and�jeering] Boo!

[P.M.]�First,�I'm�proud to�announce�a�razor�sale

in�the�lady-grooming�section...

-Yes! -���������[P.M.]�Second,

Super�Team�Canada!

Your�superhero�licence is�about�to�be�annulled!

Annulled?

You�guys�won't�be�official?

[baby�cooing]

What�aisle�are�baby�wipes�in?

Wha-?

[baby�crying]

If�your�licence�is�not�renewed

by�the�end�of�the�day,

it's�revoked,

and�it�needs�to�be�voked!

Can't�you do�something�about�it?

Yeah,�aren't�you in�government?

Like,�maybe at�the�highest�level?

I�don't�know�how�it�works.

I�always�hated�social�studies.

So,�what�do�we�do?

Something?

That'll�never�work!

[P.M.]�You�have�to�go to�a�government�office-

Oh,�and�if�someone's drawn�a�mustache�on�my�portrait,

can�you�send�me�a�pic?

I�always�dreamed�of�growing�one,

then�I�was�gonna�rent�one,

but�that's�just throwing�money�away,�you�know?

[chuckling] Renting�a�moustache?

Now�go!

You�have�seven�hours�left!

Your�licence�is�expiring

because�one�of�you may�not�be�Canadian.

[snapping�picture]

Uh,�can�you�be�more�specific?

Yes,�I�can.

I'm�working�on�being more�agreeable,

and�succeeding!

We're�missing the�birth�certificate

of�one�"Sasquatchewan".

I�assume�that's�you?

Really? You�think�I'm�a�Sasquatch?

Well,�I�know�it's�not�him.

His�legs�are�cleanly�shaven.

Very�sweet�of�you�to�notice.

Uh,�Sask is�the�other�hairy�monster.

[chuckling]�Easy�mistake.

Of�course.

This�would�have�been much�easier

if�you�were�born�before�1995.

Back�then,

we�tagged every�wild�creature...

[goose�honking]

...but�after�the�budget�crisis,

we�had�to�choose between�plastic�tags

or�spellchecking�"Stop"�signs.

[tires�screeching]

[car�crashing]

[Poutine]�Okay, Forest�Fabio�isn't�legal,

but�without�our�licence,

we�can't�be�heroes�anymore.

I'm�not�going�back to�selling�timeshares.

I'm�not.

So,�what�do�we�do�now?

Something?

That'll�never�work!

That�question is�too�open-ended.

Uh,�you're�pretty�useless, aren't�you?

Yes.

Oh,�agreeable�again!

[RCM-PC] Good�to�be�home,�Sask?

[grunting�chuckle]

[grunting]

I'm�sure�your�mom has�proof�of�your�citizenship.

Moms�keep�everything.

Yeah,�including�a�grudge.

Sorry,�this�isn't�about�me.

[bitterly]�It�never�is.

[groaning�excitedly]

[knocking]

[Sask�chuckling�happily]

[grunting�language]

[belching�loudly�and�groaning]

[body�thudding�heavily]

[extended�farting]

She's�drunk�as�a�skunk.

Yeah,�but�she�doesn't�smell as�nice.

[grunting�sadly]

[belch�transition]

[RCM-PC] She's�been�drinking�a�lot

since�she�left Sask's�father�a�few�weeks�ago.

I�heard�he�was...�unfaithful.

How�did�you�hear�that?

[RCM-PC]�I'm�a�robot.

I�collect�data using�every�modern�technology.

[grunting�gossip]

[RCM-PC] I�believe�I�have�mahjong.

[grunting�and�grumbling]

We�can't�just�sit�around and�wait�for�her�to�sober�up.

We�need�our�licences,

and�we�don't�have a�lot�of�time�left.

[splashing]

Plus,�this�place smells�like�burnt�urine.

Yeah,�burnt, but�then�reheated.

Yes,�but�not�boiled,

just�to�a�simmer.

What�about�Sask's�father?

Maybe�if�we�can�find�him, he'll�have�some�proof.

Great�idea,

and�great�job�to�me on�complimenting�it.

Ha�ha!�Let's�go!

[grunting�and�snoring and�belching]

[Chinook]�Uh, somebody�should�probably�stay

and�make�sure�boozy�bear doesn't�choke�on�her�vomit,

or�kidney.

Yeah,�but�we�need�Sask to�come.

So,�we'll�have�to�choose the�way�we�always�do.

[???]

[Chinook]�Paper!

[RCM-PC]�Scissors!

-[Breakaway]�Scissors! -[Poutine]�Poutine!

[Breakaway]�Snip.

[sighing]�Oh...

My�fingers�won.

They're�geniuses.

Adios,�loser!

Does�this�mean�poutine isn't�always�the�answer?

[starting�engine]

[loud�belching]

She�belches�in�her�sleep,

like�something out�of�a�fairy�tale.

Now�you�want�me�to�locate an�estranged�Sasquatch?

If�I�ever�get�invited to�a�dinner�party,

I�plan�to�use�this as�small�talk.

[RCM-PC] If�we�find�Sask's�father,

maybe�he�could�help�us,

and�help�Sask�to�understand why�his�dad�left.

[sad�growling]

Okay,

I'm�going�to�do�something

I'm�not�supposed�to�do-

be�of�assistance.

[typing]

Your�father's last�known�address

from�satellite�photos,

and�him�once�ordering tube�socks�on�Amazon.

[excited�growling]

[camera�snapping, sasquatch�growling]

[camera�snapping]

[grunting�in�delight]

[farting�and�growling�laughter]

[grunting�language]

Yeah!

[tearing�tape,�snapping�photo]

You�care�more�about�money than�your�own�son?

[grunting�language]

Anyone�understand? Me�no�hablo�Italianese.

[RCM-PC]�According�to my�translator,

he�loves�Sask,

but�seeing�him�reminds�him

of�how�he�ruined�their�family by�cheating.

Earning�money convinces�him�he�has�worth,

if�not�self-worth,

and�he�can't�give�that�up.

Okay,�jerk,

we�don't�want�to�keep�you from�your�self-pity.

We�just�need�some�proof Sask�is�Canadian.

Do�you�have�any?

[grunting�language]

[RCM-PC]�There�may�be something�back�at�the�hut,

but�he�can't�go�back�there.

Too�painful.

Tough�crap,�he's�going,

or�it's�gonna�get really�painful.

[growling]

I�don't�need�help,�Sask.

I've�beaten�up�fathers�before,

dads�and�priests.

[groaning]

[grunting�language]

[RCM-PC]�Sask�is�trying to�protect�you�and�his�father.

[groaning]

[angry�grunting�language]

[snarling�and�grunting]

[crunching]

[camera�snapping]

[grunting�and�snarling]

[RCM-PC]�Wait,�wait! Break�it�up!

We�don't�have�time�for�this.

I�know�facing�your�wife can't�be�easy,

but�if�you�do,

your�son�can�prove he's�Canadian,

and�continue�to�be�a�superhero.

Your�son,�a�superhero!

[grunting�thoughtfully]

[RCM-PC]�It�may�not fix�things,

but�at�least�it�shows some�effort.

[both�grunting]

Poutine, we're�back�with�help!

[gasping]

[chuckling�awkwardly]�Hey,�uh...

you�should�have,�uh,�called.

You...�caught�us...

by,�uh,�surprise.

Oh,�you�didn't.

I�did,

just�like�with�you. [chuckling�awkwardly]

Clearly,�I�have�a�type.

[growling�language]

[roaring]

[growling�and�crunching]

Why�so�upset?

Is�this�about�me banging�your�mother?

Sask,�no!

[all�grunting�and�struggling]

We�haven't�met,

but�I�assume

this�is�about�me banging�your�wife?

[grunting�and�crunching]

Now�this�I�understand.

She's�trying�to�initiate a�threesome.

[gasping]

And�frankly,�I'm�not not�into�it.

We�have�to�break�this�up.

We're�running�out�of�time!

Yeah,�just�not�sure who�to�choke.

Enough!�We�have a�government�licence�to�renew.

Maybe�the�lamest superhero�thing�ever�said.

[RCM-PC]�Sask, can�either�of�your�parents

somehow�prove�you're�Canadian?

[grunting�language]

[grunting�replies]

Okay,�I'm�having�a�hard�time following�here.

Is�this�threesome happening�or�what?

[grunting�language]

[RCM-PC] Sask's�mother�has�nothing.

She�says�any�proof was�thrown�away

just�like�how�he�threw�away their�marriage.

Now�there's�some�name-calling,

something�about�her never�putting�the�cap

on�their�toothpaste,

and�she�really�dislikes his�sister.

[Sask�grunting�in�distress]

[sobbing�grunting]

[RCM-PC]�He�says,�"Listen, I�know�you�hate�each�other,

but�there's�one�thing maybe�you�both�love.

Me,�right?"

He's�saying�he�knows both�their�lives�are�garbage,

but�now�he�has�a�chance

to�be�the�first�one in�the�family

that's�not�a�total�loser.

Don't�they�want�that�for�him?

[both�grunting�shortly]

[RCM-PC]�He�says, "Also�now,�they're�even."

The�dad�cheated with�a�hairy�beast,

and�now�the�mom�did�the�same.

[both�groaning]

[smooching]

[sloppy�slathering]

How�about�we�add�a�little cheese�to�that�sandwich?

[grunting]

A�tag!

We�found�proof!

Now�to�the�clerk's�office to�complete�our�paperwork!

Actually,

that�may�be�the�lamest superhero�thing�ever�said.

Oh,�she�didn't�do�that�for�me.

[chuckling] I�sure�didn't�do�that�for�her.

Your�parents are�very�generous�lovers.

[flattered�grunting]

[squeaking�against�glass]

[Niagara�Falls]�See? They�have�tags.

That�proves�they're�Canadian.

Fine, but�there's�still�no�proof

that�he�is�their�child.

[RCM-PC]�We�anticipated�you saying�that.

Here's�their�DNA...

lots�of�it.

I'm�going�to�trust�you.

[coughing]

Renewed.

Great�job getting�your�licence�renewed.

Is�there�anything you�guys�can't�do?

Get�these�stains out�of�the�back�seat?

Yes,�as�the�Bible�said,

"Sasquatch�sex has�a�powerful�musk."

[Sask�grunting]

Maybe�we�can�just�get a�new�van?

Not�in�the�budget.

There�are�a�lot�of�other�things much�higher�priority.

[tires�screeching]

[car�crashing]

[P.M.�sighing]

Supposed�to�be�"Stop".

[car�crashing]

[???]

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