Original subtitles

Sorry, Gary, I can't.

I'm cleaning out my garage today.

But we haven't had a guy's night out in ages,

and we're passing right through your galaxy.

I told you, I can't go.

Whoa!

Rigby, get over here.

Let me guess, some moral junk... Whoa...

Dude, that is the coolest thing I've ever seen.

So cool.

No, dude, look.

How many times has touching stuff we're not supposed to caused a problem?

Like, every time, dude.

Well, maybe this time nothing will happen.

Watch.

Cool.

Nice.

Ooh.

Yes, yes, yes.

What are you doing?

That's Gary's synthesizer.

Are you guys okay?

We're fine.

Where's Gary?

Well, we were on our way to the galactic mall.

Come on, Skips.

When Gary straight up disappeared...

I don't know how to drive steer!

Only one thing could have caused this.

Which one of you messed with his synthesizer?

Uh, messed with?

I mean, we might have unplugged some cables.

Fools!

That device synthesizes Gary's physical being into existence!

So, Gary's dead?

No.

His conscious still resides within the synth.

But until you put the cables back to make the correct

patch, the device won't project his physical form.

It's cool.

We'll just put it back the way it was.

How hard can it be?

Skips?

Oh, no, no.

Can't help you here.

Just plug back the cables you unplug.

Right.

Piece of cake.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

My priceless glass harmonica!

Any sign of Gary?

No?

Why would Gary leave such an important thing in Skips' garage?

That's it!

You must travel to Gary's home world of Synthos

to recreate the synth patch to bring him back!

Wait, what?

Wait, what?

Ah!

Welcome, new arrivals, to Synth City.

I'm David, king and ruler of Synthos.

Sup?

I'm Rigby.

I'm the king of Earth.

Oh!

Ow!

Welcome, Earth Ambassadors.

I trust you can... Oh!

Hey, bear chest.

Bear chest?

Twins.

That one's going in the album.

Will you be with us for long?

No, we unplugged a patch on this thing and

we just need help resynthesizing our friend.

Hmm.

Shame.

Well, seeing as you are the newest alien ambassadors

we have, you may consider yourselves my honored guests.

Let's head back to my office and see if we can get you sorted out.

As you can see, we have a society in which all

our synthesins play music in perfect Harmony.

Not a note out of place.

Discord detected.

Discord is cool.

Discord is the lifeblood of mortal music!

What was that all about?

He ended his song on an unresolved seventh.

It's impossible to make that into a harmonious sound.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

Let us continue to the palace.

Skips, this is getting really heavy.

Could you just carry it for a little while?

Did I kill Gary?

No.

Then there's your answer.

This is Hammond Hall.

The portrait space of all our previous heads of state ranging from Molginius

Vangelowork, to Lady Tronroda, all the way up to... to myself, of course.

What do you guys think?

It's okay, I guess.

I guess.

Can you just take us to your office so we can re-synthesize our friend?

A man of business.

Let's get to it.

So you need to reload your friend's patch.

Well, you boys do seem to have a bit of a problem, don't you?

Yeah, and I'm really sorry, but could we please set this down somewhere?

I know you're new here, but I'm afraid setting

that on the floor would create a discordant tone.

Stupid, really cool floor.

Do you know anything about his patch combination?

His base waveform?

Well, here's a picture of him.

Hmm.

Ah, yes.

Yes, I do remember him.

His name is Gareth, correct?

We must get to the re-synthesizing studio at once.

And right through here is the re-synthesizing studio.

Hey, what are those guys doing here?

Huh?

I'm sorry, but I simply can't let you re-synthesize, Gary.

He's the most wanted criminal in all of Synthos.

What?

His experimental jam sessions nearly destroyed this world.

And your association with them makes you all criminals as well.

What's gonna happen to us?

Oh, the same thing we do with all discordants.

You'll be shot into our son, the synth star.

Ciao, baby.

Hey!

Hey!

Large turnout for our execution.

Yes, quite.

Ten seconds to launch.

Don't bother.

There's no way you're punching through that futuristic material.

I believe you Terrans call it... Tempered glass.

Glass?

Guys, you're patch from the garage.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five... Mmm, dig that crazy sound.

Four, three, two...

You go!

That's Gareth Synthesizer.

Yeah, you guys know him?

He's the rightful king of Synthos.

What?

He's not a criminal?

No.

After Gareth's disappearance 200 years ago, David seized the throne.

Before long, he completely outlawed anything challenging.

We've long awaited the return of Gareth and his forward-thinking taste in music.

The patch!

That's exactly what we need!

Now you know the truth.

I won't let you resynthesize Gareth.

You guys work on Gary's patch!

Guys, we need to copy the hologram!

Dirt!

We almost got it!

Try the ring modulator.

The what?

The round one.

With the knobby thing on it.

Jam session's over, boys.

Skips!

Rigby!

Rigby!

The low-pass filter!

No!

Gareth!

It's Gary!

It's Gary!

It's him.

It's really him.

I'm so excited.

I can barely contain myself.

Hello, David.

My half-brother.

Oh, hello, Gareth.

So good to see you again.

Don't play coy with me.

I heard everything, David.

And it's not cool.

Dude, are you really the king of Synthos?

I'm back.

So it appears as though I am.

Synthosons of Synthos.

I formally challenged David's right to the throne.

You'll rue this day, Gareth.

Discord.

It's impossible.

Nothing's impossible through music.

Lunch resumed.

Did you just kill your half-brother?

I merely destroyed his physical form.

Don't worry.

We've got this.

Dude, that's dark.

It is the way of Synthos.

Why did you leave us, Gareth?

I hid my synthesizer in Skip's garage to encourage myself

to travel the galaxy before returning as your king.

But if there's one thing I've learned in my

travels, it's that you can't rock with rules.

I may be your king, but I am not your ruler.

From this day forth, there shall be no ruler of Synthos.

Let music guide you for the rest of your days.

You'll always be king of my heart.

Sorry we changed your patch, Gary.

Yeah.

Won't happen again, probably.

Real rock stars have no need for apologies.

Let's blow this scene.

Wings are on me.

Finally!

Now can we please go to the mall?