Original subtitles

Through systems, people, 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!

Uh -oh.

Enzo!

Sorry, Bob.

I wouldn't want to scare any of those fish away.

Very funny.

Look, I'm just wasting time so you can learn something.

This game is too old.

It's boring.

Come on, Enzo. You've got to take games seriously.

Who knows?

One day, you might end up in... The Fun House.

There's no such thing as The Fun House.

That's just a stupid story.

That's not true.

I knew a sprite in the supercomputer whose best friend's cousin got caught in

the funhouse and lived to tell about it.

Sure, Bob. I believe you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, it's never too late to brush up on the basics.

Speaking of basic, have you seen the user?

What's it doing?

I don't think it's learned how to drive yet.

Well... Would you please do everyone a favor and put it out of its misery?

Come on, Enzo. Show me your stuff.

Wait, let's see if the plane gets it.

Uh -oh.

Can you go there?

Crikey, Binky. I think we've bought it.

Golly, good.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Bye -bye.

Game over.

What did you do that for?

Today's your sister's big day, remember?

I don't want to waste any more time.

Let's go.

Check. PID containment node, check.

CCI display, check.

Holoscan beam grid, here.

Cecil!

Ah!

What you are experiencing is a temporary distortion of reality.

What?

Madame?

Madame, you cold?

I think I've been working too hard.

Hmm. Be that as it may, madame, may I say that all the staff and even some of

the food items are rooting for you all the way.

Ah.

Thanks, guys.

I win!

I beat ya! Yeah, you win!

Don, I beat Bob pretty good, huh?

Enzo, where's your icon?

Uh... I don't know.

Well, you've got to find... Relax, relax. Here it is.

Thanks.

Might I remind you that your personal ID codes are on there, Enzo. If someone

gets a hold of those, they can make you do whatever they want.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

So, Dot?

Are you all set?

I think so.

Maybe I should go over it one more time.

Dot, you know you're ready.

You've been going over it since last minute.

I think we should go right now. They're expecting us soon.

I guess you're right.

Can I come too?

Sorry, bud.

You'll have to take this one out.

I tell you what, when we're done, we'll come back here, have a couple chips, and

tell you all about it, okay?

Okay, sis.

Let's go.

Goodbye! Au revoir! Good luck!

Bonne chance!

Who is it?

It's us.

Okay, Fong. We're in.

Excellent.

Well, looks like your dream has finally come true, Dot.

I can't believe it myself.

Thanks for coming, Bob. I really appreciate it.

Not a problem.

So, you ready?

No.

But here we go anyway.

Welcome. Thank you. Is everybody ready?

Uh, well, um... I thought we were all set.

Dot, please understand.

We are nervous.

Megabyte owns everything here. Our personal ID codes are all that we have

Listen to me.

You have nothing to be afraid of.

Without your PIDs, I cannot register you online with the principal office.

I cannot free you from megabytes control.

Remember the plans we made to turn this sector into an energy park.

You've got to trust me to finish the job.

I promise I won't let you down!

Farm, we're collecting their numbers now.

Excellent. Why, we haven't converged one of Megabyte's vectors since... since...

never.

I'll prepare the operating system for the additional PIDs right now.

You won't be sorry.

Congratulations.

It's gone!

Remember,

our whole lives are in here now.

Don't let us down.

You have my word. I will guard these with my very life.

Of course you will.

Consider yourselves free!

Say exactly where you are!

Surrender! Surrender!

Surrender!

This is bad.

Very bad!

Doug! Bob!

This way!

Fong, we're busted.

We're going underground.

This leads to the utility tunnels.

Come on!

Come on!

Wait!

Bye -bye.

Go on, you, you, you. Oh, fuck.

Get Bob. Hey.

Here. We must move fast.

Knight, out of the frying pan and into the sewer.

Cowabunga.

Move along, you scrappy.

What have we here?

Unscheduled work pause?

Temporary program crash?

Contemplated rebellion?

Really?

Now who would be fool enough to disturb my sector's order and calm?

It's her! That feminine thing! Yeah, her!

Yeah, her!

You know. She did it.

Dot.

Yes, another one of her hopeless little schemes. I grow weary of these

disturbances.

Data's report.

Sir, I have three platoons in pursuit as we speak.

Channel 7.

How convenient.

I suggest we break this Matrix's spirit once and for all.

I want one full legion on this block at once.

Seal the sector borders.

She must not be allowed to escape.

Bob! Dot! What is happening?

Fong, let me put this as delicately as possible.

We're doomed.

Bob! Dot, does your organizer have a self -destruct?

Forget it. I'm not even considering that option.

Stubborn format.

It's that determination thing again. I told you we were doomed.

Uh -oh, look!

Hard right!

That was close.

Good thing this guy knows where he...

This hatchway leads to the street. You haven't got much time. Go!

Vector's on alert.

I guess I'd better gear up some transport.

Huh?

Dot? Uh, Dot?

Get in.

Hey, that's my line.

Gee,

Dot. I never knew you could be so impulsive.

I'm on a mission, Bob. Just stay out of my way.

Yikes.

What you are experiencing is a temporary distortion of reality.

No!

No what?

I mean, which way to the border?

Uh... Take a right?

Hey, how about left?

Nice going.

Don't they ever give up?

Dot, can I? Uh, you know.

Oh, all right. Go fire the big gun.

Yes.

I'm going to take a bearing and stay on it until we hit the border.

All right, you little dips, which is prepare to meet your programmer.

Uh, how do you work this thing anyway?

Bob, look. The border.

Yes! Sweet, we did it!

Uh -oh.

Attention, inhabitants of Sector 1000.

Your struggle for independence is over.

I'd like to take this opportunity to personally thank my friend, Dot Matrix,

delivering this sector's PIDs to me with such a cunning and insightful plan.

You will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts.

In your dreams, Megadump! I think Megabyte's popped the motherboard.

What's he talking about anyway?

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

What is it? What's wrong?

File removed?

That's impossible.

No, it's gone.

Everything. The PIDs, their lives, their dreams, all gone.

Oh, boy.

Fong, the PID file has been removed somehow.

Did you say removed?

As in not erased?

That's right, Fong.

Removed. Their lives are ruined and it's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

If only I knew what went wrong.

As for the rest of you, prepare yourselves for a career change.

You're all mine now.

Mine as soon as we can read this file.

How long?

Yes, the pile is well encrypted, Your Immenseness. Our decoding command will

take at least 2 ,000 nanoseconds to release the PID.

Excellent.

Keep your sector under full guard, Sergeant.

Sir!

Well, my friend, I suppose I should thank you for your kind service.

What you did was sneaky, underhanded, and downright distasteful.

I loved it.

Thank you, sir. It was an honor to betray my comrades to you. And please,

me Cyrus.

And how do you feel about me calling you Lieutenant Cyrus?

It makes me smile, sir.

What's going on?

What you are experiencing is a temporary distortion of reality.

What is happening to me?

She's taking it really hard, Fong.

You must understand, Bob.

When Megabyte converts those PIDs, every binom in the sector will become viral.

He'll have complete control over them.

Yeah, but she's acting like it's her fault.

Come to the principal office right away.

Perhaps we can think of something.

Why bother? It's over. I lost.

Why don't you two just admit it?

Come on, that's not dot -talking.

Just leave me alone.

I quit, okay?

Everyone would be better off without me.

I don't like the look of this.

The Funhouse!

No problem.