Original subtitles

I come from the net, through systems, peoples, and cities, to this place.

Mainframe.

My format?

Guardian. To mend and defend.

To defend my newfound friends, their hopes and dreams.

To defend them from their enemies.

They say the user lives outside the net and inputs games for pleasure.

No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out.

Reboot!

I'll take him offline.

Uh -oh.

Run away!

Look out!

Nail him, little brother!

You can't undo my sister, you dipswitch!

That's a ticket.

I just need a bigger shot.

There. Quick.

Bring out the Mondo Cannonball.

Think it's big enough, Enzo?

I got it all processed, Dot.

Bigger is better.

Chip away to Fort Black -by -Black.

Cool.

Glitch. That's... Bob! Hurry!

Big cannibals! Big powder!

It's our only hope!

Shh!

What are you doing?

That won't even make a dent!

Trust me.

Over.

Quality shot.

Deleted him, huh?

Yeah.

All right, Bob!

Get him out! What a shot!

Multitasking the large parties. This is what I hate.

Bob, tell us again how you beat the user.

Yeah, download us, Bob.

Well, I just spotted his weak sector, calculated the angle, and fired.

And out!

Yeah, offline.

Deleted.

What's with Enzo?

Is he fully functional?

He's been like that since the game ended.

Why so glum, Enzo?

I couldn't figure out how to beat that user.

I must be basic.

Basic? Whoa, don't be so rough on yourself.

Well, you're just a little kid, Enzo. You'll get better as you develop.

Yeah, don't worry about it. It'll all come in time.

Time? Huh. Little kid. I don't want to be smart later. I want to be smart now.

Hey.

Perhaps you will try later, my son. As you know, I can only download wisdom to

those who beat me at my game.

Of course I'd lose. I'm as basic as basic can get. I'm low -res, downsides,

erasable, hardly worth a backup. Someone should undo me and... Enzo!

Yes?

Come. You did not win my game, but maybe I can help anyway.

I'm not supposed to let anyone, I mean anyone, in here. But if you promise not

to touch anything, I will show you something.

Really?

Alphanumeric! I promise!

Yada, yada, yada.

Super cooled!

The city's read -only room. A storehouse of all information since the very

beginning of Mainframe.

Whoa!

Pixelacious! And my favorite way to become smarter, by reading.

If you promise not to touch anything other than this window, you may stay in

this room and scan the files in memory.

Okay, cool!

I want to scan every readme file in the system.

Processing request.

When you finish, just come out this door.

Be careful, young Enzo. Remember that anything worthwhile takes time.

Yeah, but the faster I go, the more I'll know.

Thanks, Fong!

I'll show them how smart I am. I'll store every bite of data in here.

Cecil, have you seen Enzo?

What do I look like, a nanny?

I think not.

I hope he's okay.

I'm sure he's fine.

This is going to take millions and millions of nanoseconds.

This might even take one whole second.

There's got to be a faster way to get smart.

I know.

Access information on speed setting.

Processing request.

Mainframe's clock speed and bit rate determines how fast frights can run.

clock speed and higher bit rate equals greater processing power.

Uh, I just want to be smarter.

Smarter than what?

Smarter than Bob. No, wait.

Smarter than everyone.

How much smarter?

Ooh. Uh, twice as much?

Processing request.

Changes in sprite speed must be made from the clock speed room.

Okay, but how would I ever get there?

No way!

Guided tour!

Coolness!

Welcome to the mainframe clock speed room.

Do you wish to be twice as smart as everyone now?

Or later?

Now!

Processing request.

I'm not any faster.

I'll crash it all.

Dude!

Everything's gone 8 -bit!

What happened?

Where did all the colors go?

Looks like they're all here to me.

Do I know you?

Has he gone low density or what?

I bet a GameCube fell when I was inside. I better get Bob.

Yay!

Congratulations.

For what?

For finding a way out of here.

Enzo!

You are my hero!

I am?

Why, we've been trying to get out forever.

You are so smart.

And I am so lucky. My brother, the smartest boy in all of... of...

wherever this is.

Dot, Enzo, stand back. Don't worry. I'll save you.

Save us?

From what?

Gee, I'm not sure.

Is it from that, that stranger?

Express delivery for, uh, Dodd's, uh, dinner?

Why, yes, it is.

Aha! No, Bob, that's just the... Take that.

Sorry about that. I don't know what got into him. Dot,

what's wrong with Bob?

Hello?

Anzo to Dot, come in.

That's for sale. Best price in town.

No way.

This isn't the game. I did this. And I didn't make myself any smarter.

These aren't just for hats anymore.

Hey, come back. You didn't pay for that.

Never fear, for I, Bob, will stop him.

No, no, no!

Hey, how do you stop this thing?

Oh, that's how!

Great! Trapped in a game with these characters!

This better be something simple, or we're in major trouble.

Welcome to Video Athlete, between the deadly user and those oh -so -wacky main

framers. Stay tuned for thrilling action, heart -pounding suspense.

But first, this message.

Man, the clock speed doesn't seem to affect Mike the TV at all. I guess he

didn't get any dumber.

Oh, great.

Uh -oh.

In the first series of events, the athletes will rack up as many points as

can. The more, the better. But wait, there's more.

These scores determine the starting positions in the winner -pick -all final

event. The Eliminator.

Whoever wins the Eliminator wins the game.

And now, another word from our sponsor.

Did you hear that?

For as many points as possible, or we're all wiped out.

Don't worry, coach.

I will help you win.

We will help you win.

Yup, you got it, Enzo. Winning is our format.

Consider it inputted.

No problem.

There's just one thing.

Yes? What are points?

What we have here is a failure to network.

and the user is going to be almost impossible to beat.

Because of his high point total, he's starting with a big lead. The main

could lose the game, the entire sector could be wiped out, and we'll all be

mindless novels.

How do you feel right now?

What a ridiculous question!

How do you think I feel? I feel rotten!

I see. And what are your strategic plans for the rest of the game?

Strategic plans?

I'm just gonna try to win, that's what!

And I'm not gonna let my team ruin it either!

Don't worry, Coach.

We'll help you win the race.

I was afraid of that.

Coach! You okay?

Okay, user, I'm jamming now.

Bob would do.

I mean the smart Bob.

That's it.

The smart Bob would use his brains.

I had to transfer all of you to the user's team because he really needs your

help to make it to the finish line.

Really?

I've got some ground to make up.

I am hoping to make your boots go faster.

You are my hero.

What's our problem?

I have no idea.

I hope you learned you should always pay attention to the road signs.

What in the network are you talking about?

Shortcuts lead to dead ends, my son.

Wait a minute.

You knew all along, didn't you?

What? Were you talking to me?

I learned a lot, Fong. More than I wanted, but thanks anyway.

You're not going to catch me getting smart all at once.

No way.

You think he's sick?

Has to be. He's so quiet, so still.

He hasn't knocked me over for at least a millisecond.

Think we should call a diagnostic program?

That's enough for today.

These things take time, you know.

Anyone want to go circuit racing, jet fall, speed port, net car, jump slot?

No problem.