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Oh, my, yes.

The Great Vault of Sulcus is the most secure depository in the galaxy.

Would you like to open an account?

On what you might call the contrary.

I do believe I'd like to close them all.

It's a stick -up.

It's the Brittle Brothers!

Stop it, Freedles. You're outnumbered.

Damn ain't some things closer than half an hour.

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my,

my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,

my, my, I'm too young and witty to die.

That's smart.

You've got nothing to lose by cooperating but money what ain't even

Mm -hmm. And your dignity and any sense of trustworthiness.

Boyd. And probably your job.

Boyd! What?

We're supposed to be what you call persuading him to cooperate.

Well, that's okay.

That's what I was doing.

Pardon me, boys. They're what you call... Half -baked.

She's alluding to the fact that she made us from a clone kit way past its best

-if -used -by date.

Ow! That's private business.

Ow! I don't want you thinking all my kids are ugly and stupid.

I popped out a good one not too long ago.

Pretty boy!

There you are.

Aren't you mamu?

Little, little, little angel, yes you are.

Mama's little angel.

See, he's beautiful.

Now give me the loot.

Rumboyd Riedel, go out, collect all the jewelry, and find some more pillowcases.

We promised our daddy we is going straight. When we joined the plumbers,

we wasn't gonna steal, kill, and blow stuff up and whatnot.

Clearly, Boyd, we is what you call recidivated, which condition I impute to

mother love for Ma.

Boys, turn right!

Mama's gotta pick up a few sundries, then we're going to the soul system.

But Ma, Boyd and Ma's previous sojourns to that location were fraught with

danger and failures to repossess.

Quit your back talk!

I said we're going to Earth!

Once again, NASA has reported sighting an incoming meteor heading straight for

Earth at unbelievable speed.

Scientists worry that the impact could cause major disruptions to climate.

Ah, here we go. Next thing you know, they'll be using it as an excuse to

taxes.

About time you got here. Kevin's scanner spotted a bogey. We were on our way to

intercept. It's all over the TV, Gwen. Even the tune channel.

I was wondering how you heard about it.

This is Magister Patelidae.

All plumbers in this sector respond immediately.

This is Ben Tennyson. We're investigating an incoming meteor.

It's not a meteor, son. It's a spacecraft piloted by a band of

magnets. They're armed and extremely reckless.

You mean dangerous.

Which is why I kicked it to you for telling that.

He's transmitting the plumber's reports on this case.

Let's get a look at these ruthless killers.

Who's my pretty boy?

Oh, that's right. You're my pretty boy.

Mob Vreedle?

Where are you going?

The other direction.

Nobody messes with Mob Vreedle.

As in Octagon and Romboy Vreedle's mother?

Yep. Is she anything like her kids?

Less stupid, more mean.

Are you afraid of her?

Yeah. Who's dumb enough not to be?

Oh, man.

After we're dead, don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm Ben Tennyson. The Ben Tennyson.

We need to talk.

Talk away.

I'm not here to cause trouble. Just a mother looking for a nice place to nest.

Do not trust her.

All I want's just a little place to call home and 1 .3 billion cubic kilometers

of 3 -5 saline.

What's 3 -5 saline?

3 .5 % salt water.

Like the ocean?

Doesn't sound like a problem.

I'd have to look it up, but it sounds like she's after all of it.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Here we go.

I suppose I could just go find somewhere else to nest.

Or... Boys!

Blast them out of the staff!

With blood pleasure.

It would do you proud, Ma.

He did okay.

Isn't that right, pretty boy?

Yes, pretty boy.

Good boy.

Be on the

lookout for a suitable archipelago.

Well, maybe it's past damn Little Island.

Spider monkey.

We gotta go away.

That's okay, pretty boy. Mama's gonna beat that monkey until he's a bag of

monkey juice. Yes, she is.

Yes, she is.

Hey!

Ooh, that's nasty, monkey.

No.

I love this planet.

It's juicy.

Seems like I've been stealing and swiping forever.

But now Mama's ready to clone.

It's going to take every drop of seawater they got on this planet, but

worth it. To me, I mean.

How many brothers is we going to get, Ma?

About three or four hundred billion.

These prefab cloning factories don't take but a speck of time to assemble.

there's your best value.

Quit chowing and keep working.

Keep working.

Your older brothers came from a bad batch.

Yes, they did.

They came from a bad batch.

But when I saw some freshmen and made you, I learned my lesson.

If you just follow the instructions, they come out beautiful.

Beautiful.

But kids cost a lot, not just the cloning either.

You got to feed them, edumacate them.

There's tutoring, peony lessons, because you got to figure a couple billion of

them is going to be gifted, just like a couple billion is going to breathe in

seawater and drown.

That's what you might call a bell curb.

Back to work!

Now, Mama's got her career marauding and plundering, and she got the family she

always wanted.

It's true!

With careful planning, a girl can have it all!

What a rip, boys!

Here come the sea...

the clone man

Mama just made the perfect little angel.

Little angel.

Mama just made the perfect little angel again.

Little angel.

This is aerobic.

For me too.

Don't know how much longer I can hold it.

Close enough.

Move a muscle, not even a twitch.

Dang it, Boyd. We aims to blast him. So flexation is what you call immaterial.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

You can't make up on me. I'm a mother.

My apron's trying.

It's getting late, Tennyson.

Time for Mama to put you down.

As you can see, Ma has already began to infect the universe with pretty boy

vreedles.

Here!

Uh... Sadly,

Octagon's right.

We was a bad batch.

I got one.

You're supposed to be plumbers now. I thought you two were better than this.

Begging your pardon.

But we ain't never been better than anything.

As much as I

would like to see precisely how a pretty boy blows up... You're right.

Ma would never forgive us.

This is what you get for interfering with my healthy nesting instinct.

Wait, are you recording this?

What's that now?

A video of the birth. The birth as a keepsake.

That'd have been nice.

Wish I'd have brung my camera.

Oh, well.

I've got a camera in my watch.

What kind of mother doesn't want a video of her kid's birth?

Is that important?

You have to show them where they came from, or they'll grow up with no sense

self. I did promise myself this batch was going to be gentleman -fave.

Hi, little angel.

This is your mama on the day he was born.

Wait, I'll give you a cue.

Chill.

Trick me!

You just getting that now?

The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.

Come out, missy, before your friend gets disincorporated.

Family first, they says.

We're family, too. We're all plumbers.

Ain't that nice?

Ain't it?

On the contrary, rhomboid.

We now got us a dilemma.

Between what you call filial duty and the more fraternal type.

That's it. Who's your real family? An intergalactic order of peacekeepers or a

bunch of pretty boys?

Who was that for?

I was trying for a non sequitur and went too far.

Romboyt, this is one of them rare problems that can't be solved with

Oh, no!

It's nature versus nurture what lies on the crux of the issue.

I don't want none of that either.

Octagon, Ramboy, come step on this mop.

Oh, my.

We's locked in Mortal Kombat.

Do what you're told before I eradicate your sorry hides.

I don't need you anyway. The new models are out.

Mom tried to blow us up.

Which seems somewhat uncalled for.

What are you going to do about it?

Yeah, what are you? A man or a breedle?

We don't get the reference.

I ain't so dumb as to blow up my own work.

You're dumb enough that it was worth a shot.

Wait. I'm a mother, too.

You are?

Yes. So I know how you must feel.

Oh, yeah?

Where are your kids?

I don't know. In deep space somewhere.

That's probably not the best example. But I do understand.

You want to see your kids succeed.

To go further than you did. To...

Playing on my sympathies. Of which I don't have much anyway.

You know what else?

Pulp neck refrigians make the best baby food.

You boys look like you got something to fight.

Put the baby down and kick it over to me.

What I believe Rhomboid meant to say, Ma, is you done brought us up to live by

code.

No, I didn't.

Well, then, Pa?

Pfft. Doubt it.

Well, somewhere along the way, we acquired a code. And the orphan of a

planet don't rightly reconcile with sad code.

You're telling me that I can't kill six billion strangers to make three hundred

billion riddles?

What kind of justice is that?

I don't rightly know.

Nuh -uh.

This may require further research.

What does the policeman say?

You're under arrest. You're under arrest.

My own sons turn on me?

Ow! I'll myrtle -ize every last one of you. Then I'll myrtle -ize your wretched

paw.

and I'll myrtleize everybody you know.

Ma, you are overreacting considerable.

I'm overreacting?

I'm overreacting?

That strikes one as ironic right there.

You misbegotten traitors.

Aren't you gone and wrong -boyed, Vreedle? How could you turn on your own

mother? Well, Pa always said, there's more than one side to a Vreedle.

That's the last of them. Now we'll see that they're brought up in the

appropriate orphanage.

Or zoo.

I trust you fine folks will forget what you've seen here.

What? I didn't see anything.

Me neither.

We broke our oath of service to the plumbers and tried to help our mama

genocide. I swear, Boyd, your uptake leaves much to be desired.

At any rate, my brother and I thank you for overlooking what one might call a

temporary lapse into our old brand of peccadillo.

Family stuff can get complicated.

Oh, yeah. No question.

Let's go.

And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for my meddling kids.

You're grounded.

You're all grounded.

Boys, this is going to require one boatload of therapy.