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DR. CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight -

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, Monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *

* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *

* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo ooh *

* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *

* Their best is relative, don't you forget *

* Rocket Monkeys!

YAY-OK: Go Monkeys!

Look at me!

I'm a scary general practitioner.

I'm going to take your blood pressure.

Ahh! A witch!

A witch?

I'm supposed to be an elderly cleaning lady

with advanced hypo-chromic anemia

and no fashion sense.

Changed my mind.

This year's costume -

lab coat salesman.

Ahh! A ghost!

Pfft.

I'm a monkey covered in a sheet with eye holes!

I got it!

I'm going as Doctor Chimpsky!

Mission blah blah blah blah blah...

Disappointing monkeys blah blah blah.

"Chimpsky out!" Terrifying.

Interesting costume.

Uh...What do you mean costume?

I've never felt more like myself.

* What a feelings

* To express myself

* As long as I don't hurt others *

* Or hurt myself!

Let's go, Gus.

We're going to miss all the good candy!

Woo! Now you're talking!

Let's go get our candy on, huh!

Hold up, brobot.

Someone's gotta stay and give out candy.

And by someone I mean not us.

WHAT? But I do it every year!

Excellent argument, Yay-Ok.

BOTH: Halloween is the besty bestest best!

Halloween is the worsty worstest worst.

I hate Halloween almost as much

as I hate the Rocket Monkeys. Observe.

Monkey hate, Halloween hate.

The numbers don't lie.

Trick or Treat!

Silence, hyenas!

Trick or Treat! Ahh!

Is it any wonder why I hate this most vile of holidays?

Trick or Treat!

Such wonderful costumes!

We have a Monster!

Candy for you...

And a Princess!

Candy for you...

Oooh, look at that, a little, yellow banana!

I am NOT a banana!

I am a cowboy!

Notice the hat. The spurs. The chaps.

...and a banana for our yellow banana.

Why is it always bananas?

I hate bananas.

I don't like bananas.

They're stupid and yellow...

Always a banana, never candy.

But I will have my revenge...

I'll ruin Halloween for everyone

by giving them what they gave to me.

The worst treats in the galaxy!

Bananas for everyone!

Bwahahaha!

But we still get candies, right?

Hey you two.

What's poppin' and lockin'?

About to throw some burgs on. Want one?

Trick or treat!

Ooh, I'll take a treat.

Look at that. Oh yeah.

This is- Ooo!

Big candy bar!

Mystery loot bag - love those!

Is that a goobdrop?

Let me just-

Oh he always does that.

Why do we even go to his house anymore!

What's the point of even working for him?

Okay! That's it!

I'm done.

I'm always handing out the candies!

Well guess what, not this year!

The monkeys don't even share.

I'm getting my own candies!

Sorry kid. We're all out.

Ahhh!

You're still not getting any candy!

Ahhhh!

Wally, I'm noticing a distinct lack of quality

in this year's treats.

Yeah, these ribs are way overcooked.

And the pumpkin consommé needs more ginger.

Hey kid, great cry-baby costume.

M-m-m-m-m-monster!

He's destroying Halloween!

He's giving out...BANANAS!

B

WHO IS? Where is Tell us!

Come on now! Where are the bananas? What? Who?

Let me know! Tell us! Spit it out! Come on!

Relax! He's right over there.

Your plan's working brilliantly, Peel.

You're taking all the joy out of Halloween!

Ooo! More victims!

Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat!

Trick or Trick or Trick or Treat!

Who wants a lolly?

Not me. No thanks!

Barfo. No thank you.

That makes me sick. I'd rather eat dirt.

I'd rather eat the dirt that he just spat out

after trying to eat dirt.

We want the good stuff. You know what we mean.

Wink-wink Nudge-nudge.

In the elbow.

Forehead wrinkles.

Little baby look at you!

Little dancy dance!

I've got both my faces towards you...

Well too bad for you!

No lolly.

Only bananas!

And now for the sweet, sweet symphony

of disappointment!

Wait!

It's you! The Rocket Monkeys!

Go away!

You're ruining my plan to ruin Halloween!

That's kinda what we do.

Yeah. It's true. It's what we do.

* Ba-Na-NAS!

* Ba-Na-NAS!

YOU WANT MORE BA FINE!

I'll build you the greatest,

revengiest Halloween banana ever!

BOTH: Hurray!

Revenge banana!

Finally, my high school shop class has paid off!

Behold, as I breathe life into my glorious monster...

Yesss...Yesss...YESSS!

Rise my precious creation!

RISE!

It's alive!

It's alive!

IT'S ALIVE!

Ah, my wonderfully horrible creation!

Now go out there,

take all the candy,

and don't forget

Daddee?

Yes-yes,

I suppose I am your Daddy.

...And mummy.

It's a complicated relationship.

Now be a good Franken-banana

and go destroy Halloween.

But you be back by eight.

Your mummy-dad worries!

BOTH: Revenge banana!

Wally, this is it.

The moment we've been waiting for all our lives.

Sure, some people would say

that we don't deserve this reward,

that we cause more trouble than we're worth.

That we smell bad, we rarely flush,

and our hygiene makes people vomit.

Some would say that our skin should be taken off

and given to a more deserving creature

so that it could wear our skin

and perhaps earn some form of karmic reward.

But today!

To them I say...

fair enough.

Yep, sounds about right.

Now let's get those loot bags open

and win one for the Gusser.

Not as jackpotty as I expected.

Candy!

More candy!

Candy!

Candy!

Have you ever seen such a magnificent banana?

Totally delicious.

Don't play hard to get, banana-monster!

We're only going to eat you a little!

I won't even chew!

Okay we'll bite your back

So you won't be able to see it.

Hey, Rocket Monkeys!

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be handing out candies.

Uh...ran out...

So, let's get the lead out, huh?

My torso's only half full.

CANDY!

MONKEY CANDY!

Hmmm. Sudden change of feelings!

We've got to get Yay-Ok out of there

before our revenge banana starts tasting all roboty.

Totally.

That old robot sure leaks a lot...

like, a lot!

BOTH: Yoo-hoo! Over here!

Delicious hard candy!

You want this? You wanna piece of me?

You want it or what?

That's my little guy!

He finally rid me of those Rocket Monkeys.

I'm so proud.

Oy! Ow!

Oh, so now you're dressed as candies.

Very original.

I'm tropical fruit-flavoured.

Icy mint.

We're here to save you

from ruining this giant banana treat with your robo gunk.

Looks like we made it just in time!

Still good!

Delicious!

Here, have some rotor.

Mmmm!

Have you tried the cog?

Ah, monkeys, I think we have a problem.

It appears you two have tripped the self-destruct button.

I not feel so good.

Mommy-Dad!

Oh, you poor, sweet beast.

Daddy's going to make everything ok.

I'll make you some ginger tea

and some nice chicken soup.

Wait, what's that beeping?

Oh right. The self-destruct-

Hey!

That's the banana who gave us the bananas!

Hey, come on now.

Is that really necessary?

Ah, there's options here!

Ow! Ow!

Come on, let's be reasonable!

Best Halloween ever!

Delicious!

I can really taste the revenge!

Trick or treat!

Have you tried these ones?

The little gold ones? With the coating?

Oh, those are to die for, huh gentlemens?

Wooo wooo wooo! So much sugar!

So sweet! How good do I feel?

I feel great! Have you tried these?

Oh my gosh these are so good! So good, gentlemens!

GUS: They were running as fast as they could

but it kept getting closer, closer!

Its hot breath steaming up their monkey butts.

BOTH: The dreaded werebot!

GUS: The powers of the double moon had given the werebot

an insatiable hunger for monkey

that couldn't be stopped until...until...

Sorry. Just practicing.

What happens next?

And then....

Yay-OK puts out the ill-advised campfire

and saves the ship from going up in flames.

Yay-OK, you're ruining my story!

I'm telling Wally all about

the spooooky Werebot!

They're my favorite because they're spooooooky.

And they think we're tasty!

Uh, small point of clarification,

there is no such thing as Werebots.

Wow, all that practicing is paying off.

Are you saying that all the hearsay, conjecture,

and second

Sorry to rain on your werebot parade, monkeys,

but I've seen the data...

And uh, no werebots.

What about the spooky powers of the double moon?

Yeah. Explain that!

How can I put this?

Also, not real. HA!

The next thing you're going to say

is that regular werewolves don't exist either?

Sorry. Not real.

Oy!

What about Worm-men, unicorns and pixie

Oh no yes, those, they're real.

Poof and magic!

We exist.

Oh here we go again.

Why is it always you right, me wrong?

Maybe because I am a robot

and you are a ridiculous monkey.

Perhaps some examples

to prove my extremely obvious point.

Robo-flashback, Bobby!

If you do that it will explode.

If you do that it will explode.

Those are radioactive.

Your monkey fur will fall out.

Your monkey fur will fall out.

I am programmed at this time to say

* "na na na nana!"

Trust me, you won't like it.

Trust me, you won't like it.

Yeah, I may have to bail on this one, bro.

That Know-it-all Robot!

Well he's wrong.

This time I'm right.

Werebots do exist!

I am going to insist on it because I have no real proof!

Computer-thingy, take me to the Werebot double moon.

I'm sorry but there is no such thing

as a Werebot double moon.

And I'm not just saying that because I'm dating Yay-Ok.

ARGH! WRONGO!

I'm going to prove to that metalmouth that I'm right.

Werebots do exist.

Now how do I find out more about Werebots?

Hmm, thinky, thinky...

thinky mind...mind move...

thinky mind movement...

thinky mind!

I know all about Werebots from my comic book,

'Totally Untrue Horror Monsters!'

Is there anything comic books can't teach us?

Go on.

"The Werebot is distinguished by its pointy ears,

strange tail and hairy everything."

"It is extremely dangero-"

Whoa whoa whoa.

That's all I need to know.

Let "Operation Change Yay-Ok into a Werebot" begin.

1-0-0-0-1-1-0-1-0-2.

1-0-0-0-1-1-0-1-0-2.

*

Okay, he's asleep.

According to the comic, we need a spooky double moon!

Spooky double moon, check! What's next?

Let's see.

Next up we need pointy ears, strange tail,

and hairy everything!

Check, check, and checkity check.

BEHOLD THE TERRIFYING WEREBOT!

Wait a minute... that's adorable.

Okay, that is kinda adorable.

BEHOLD THE TERRIFYING WEREBOT!

Way too much orange pekoe before bed.

Gus...what are you doing in my bed?

Wait! If you're there,

then who...

then we... then what...

then why the woo...

the wha...the we...?

I AM THE DREADED WERE-MONKEY!

There is no such thing as a Were-monkey!

Hey Gus, what'd I miss?

Round three, Old Bot!

Done! Done!

Yeah, done. Just checkin'.

* I'm just happy in my servitude. *

* La la la, hey hey!

* Whatdaya say, it's Yay-OK! *

* It's Yay-OK!

Oh my bolts!

I am truly a... HIDEOUS MONSTER!

BOOYAH!

You're a werebot.

You are a werebot! You are a werebot!

Look at you with your furry little bot!

You're a werebot, la la la la LA LA LA LA!

Ah, right there. Wow!

I never thought that such enjoyments!

Admit it. You're a werebot

which means I am right and you are wrong.

Although this makes no sense according to any known data,

maybe there are such things as werebots.

WALLY! SCORE CARDS!

That's Monkey One, Brobot zero.

I don't want to rub it in but -

* Rubby dubby, dubby,

* Rubby rub it in rub it in!

* Rubbin' everything in!

* Oh I've got some stuff,

* Where am I gonna put it?

* Put it right in

* With a rub dub rubbidy dub!

There's something that just feels right about being right.

Am I right?

Yeah, but it's kind of a cheaty-right.

Well, right's never wrong.

Hmm. This could get annoying fast.

I wonder if there's a trophy for being right.

Oh, I guess they all kind of are.

Ew!

Bad werebot! Bad werebot!

Bad werebot! Bad boy!

You're supposed to go on the papers!

Can you hurry it up?

Whoa boy!

Ah!

Ah!

Ugh!

What's up, bro?

That werebot's driving me to Cuckoo-town.

It could be worse.

At least it's not the season of the triple moon,

which according to my comic

is when werebots go were-nuts and start "Feasting".

They go were

"Monkey-feasting".

Remember, we're delicious.

Can't...help...myself!

Kidding me!

Triple moon...too powerful!

[heavy breathing and panic screams]

I didn't know our ship had a forest.

It's great. No more bathroom line-ups.

Getting a little crowded in here.

Werebot? I wish.

Zombie.

Oof. Good luck.

Brains!

Were-beasty must feasty!

Yay-OK, you're NOT a Werebot!

There's no such thing as Werebots.

I didn't want to be wrong again

so I made the whole thing up.

Please, you gotta snap out of it!

In your face, gentlemens!

I just wanted to hear you say that.

Okay, thank you very much. Wally?

Robot, one; monkey Gus, zero.

Wait...you...you...

You were never a Werebot?

Are you kidding me? No. Never.

Werebots do not exist.

You mean you just played us?

Ahh!

How badly did you gentlemens get burned!

Oh yeah!

I was down but I gots myselfs backs up,

and I destroyed you two!

* Rubby-rubby- rub-rub-RUBBY! *

Hey gentlemens, finish this sentence,

I forgot my word book...

Robots are right...

And monkeys are wrong.

I can't hear you! What's the answer?

Fine. I admit it.

There are no such things as werebots

or robo-monsters of any kind.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Ever heard of Vampire

The vampires suck! But you suck!

Were-monkey! Vampire-bot!

Zombie! AHH!

Pixie cowboy?

Roarsies.

A-ha-ha-ha-ha, Gentlemens!

* Rocket Monkeys, they're monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *

* Okay, they're not the coolest and they have stinky breath *

* Oh, you Rocket Monkeys, Oh, you Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo oo! *

* Give them a mission and they'll do their best *

* But best is relative, don't you forget *

DR. CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight -

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, Monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *

* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *

* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, Oo oo ooh *

* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *

* Their best is relative, don't you forget *

* Rocket Monkeys!

YAY-OK: Go Monkeys!

GUS: * Walking down a hall!

* Kinda boring hall!

* Nothing rhymes with hall! *

* Nothing at all!

* Hey, that rhymes with hall! *

* Hall song!

Gus! Oh hey, Doc.

Question - Did you use up all my official GASI sticky tape?

Sticky tape? Me?

Tape-tabulous taping, bro!

Well?!

Darwin's Beard!

How did you know it was me?

Chimpsky has his sources.

You give me no choice but to rescind your

gold underwear of achievement award.

Chimpsky out.

Ooh, sources!

Must've been...

Wally!

Say Gus, why do you have your pointy

"I accuse you" finger out?

Because "I accuse you" of telling Doctor Chimpsky

that I used up all his sticky tape.

I would never do that, never!

A monkey is nothing without his dignity!

Sweet Kevin, you'll be the prettiest imaginary friend

at the Prancing Princess Ball.

And no matter what Natasha says,

you do not have straw-like hair!

Wally! Oh hey, Doc.

I uh... it uh... I was...

it's exactly what it looks like.

Question: Did you use all the pickles

from the Chimpsky Private Pickle Reserve?

* Pickles here, pickles there, *

* pickles pickles everywhere! *

I don't...

I'm afraid I'm going to have to revoke

all of your imaginary friend privileges.

Chimpsky out!

Kevin!

Gus must've ratted me out!

"I accuse you!"

How dare you "I accuse you" me!

You, sir, are a pickle fink!

That's rich!

You're the sticky-tape tattler!

What? Well, it's pickled-fink...

pick... Uh...

You told on me!

YAY-OK: * Rocket robots!

* Doin' all the lousy jobs you would never do! *

* And Yay-OK's always doing them! *

It was Yay-OK!

Robo-rat!

Metal-meddler!

Silver-plated snitch!

Whatdaya run on, snitch batteries?

Rocket monkeys!

I assure you I do not have the proper

tattling software to do such a thing!

I would never betray my monkeys!

I cannot believe they accuse me of tattling!

Yay-OK, their best-friend-bot!

Wow! Oh, but I'm a tattler,

but it's still okay for me to vacuum their messes!

Yay-OK! Question -

Did you break my karaoke machine?

Me?! Heh...

Let me search my memory banks

for a second there, Dr. Chimpsky,

and find a - Woo!

* Rocket robots!

* Shining metal heroes with a user-friendly interface! *

* Rocket Robots!

* Doin' all the lousy jobs you would never do! *

Woo!

You've left me no alternative

but to strip you of your antenna ball.

Chimpsky out!

Who could have told Dr. Chimpsky?

It was just me and my monkey bros...

My monkeys betrayed me!

My loyalty-indicators are as shattered

as the karaoke machine I may or may not have broken,

depending who was there...

YAY-OK: Monkey traitors!

You told Dr. Chimpsky about

the singing machine going boom-boom!

Me? Wrongo!

But one of you is a tattly-tattle-face tattler!

Nuh-uh!

One of you is a finkitty fink-faced finky-fink-FINK!

Finks! Tittily-wittily wittily tattlers!

Weasels! Rats! Back-stabbers!

Fink!

Tattler!

Traitors!

Fink!

Tattler!

Traitors!

That's it!

I'm not talking to you!

Well, I'm not talking to you!

I am not talking to either of you!

Inky, could you please tell my brother,

Fur Face McTattle, to pass the hot sauce?

Don't bother, Inky.

You can tell Stinky J. Finky that we're all out!

Could you tell Professor Finks!

Tell Tattle-toes the water is currently occupado.

Enough!

I have done the calculations

and I deduce that none of us is a fink,

tattler, or traitor.

But there is a snitch on board this rocket.

[Both stammering "But

What do you have against pickles?!

What do you have against sticky tape?!

[Both repeatedly shouting "What"]

Rocket monkeys!

We've been at this for hours!

My instincts - and uh, basic common sense -

tell me the spatula is not the snitch.

But if not that no-good spatula, then who?!

I know! I know! Yes...

Pick me! Pick me! Yes...

I know! I know! At the front - Wally.

It's the house plant!

Of course!

It's always the house plant!

Well, no, it's rarely ever the house plant, but yes!

I accuse you, house plant!

Ok, you got me!

But you'll never take me alive!

Get him! He's leafing!

Good one, Wal.

Tattler! Finky-fink!

Come back here, traitor!

Oof!

Okay, all right. I surrender.

I did it. I'm a tattler.

I'm Wally. Nice to meet ya.

But why, talking house plant?

What did we ever do to you?

Are you kidding me? You guys are terrible!

You're awful!

Water! Just a bit of water!

* Rocket Robots...

[Relieved sigh, peeing] Hey, hey, hey! Come on now!

Okay, so we're not so green with the thumbs.

But why tattle to Dr. Chimpsky?

It's a long story actually,

but it goes something like this...

You lost them at "long story".

Do you have some kind of highlight reel?

You know, something simple for the gentlemens?

Yeah, no, definitely.

I think I could cut something together.

There were these two goons, you see -

Johnny Flowers and Prickles Malone.

They headed up the Mulch Mob.

Which is kinda like the regular Mob,

except that you gotta water 'em.

Anyway, I overheard 'em talk about a big heist

and, doin' what I do,

I tattled on 'em to Chimpsky.

The heist goes bust

and the next thing I know, they're after me.

I gots to escape,

so the Doc puts me in the GASI Plant Relocation Program.

Cool story. Still a bit long. A lot long.

I can't help myself!

I gotta tattle. It's what I do.

By the way, did you know that

Chimpsky's middle name is Vivian?

Ooh! I knew it!

And did you hear that Inky uses store

Say what?!

And did you know the GASI Café

serves expired gorgonzilla milk?

Well, yeah. Everyone knows that.

And guess what?

I knew Vendela when her name was Vince.

Vince?!

Guys, look, I know we got off on the wrong root,

but you gotta hide me from those killer plants!

They can't find out where I am, I tell ya!

They can't!

And... send.

What? It's for my blog!

I have a commitment to my fan base.

Another Wally update!

That monkey's hilarious!

Well, well, well...

Lookie what we got here!

That no good Tattler!

FLOWERS: Ah! Good work, Prickles.

Let's weed 'im out!

Yeah!

All right, you didn't hear this one from me,

but Yay-OK over there,

he overinflates his wheels so he looks taller.

100% true!

My wheels, I'll have you know,

are inflated to the robo-standard!

And I don't think you should be gossiping anymore.

According to Wally's blog, you have made enemies!

For instance,

hashtag "tattlermustdie".

And JFlo776 writes, "Hey Wally, long time fan,"

hashtag "Die plant die!"

Jflo? That's Johnny Flowers!

Relax, it's no big monkey whoop.

They'll never find you unless they read my travel blog,

"Wally's Wacky Whereabouts!"

And what are the chances of that?

Oh no! It's Flowers!

You gotta hide me!

Preferably somewhere with southern exposure would be nice.

Hand over the Tattler and no one gets hurt!

What do we do now?!

They're gonna make me into a salad!

You guys gotta help me!

Hmmm... Fine.

You know what we need, Yay-OK.

All right.

Just watch where you put those grubby monkey mitts,

huh, gentlemens?

Time to get the weedin' done, ma.

Dontcha know it, pa!

Yeah! Looks like drought this year, ma!

You sure this is gonna work?

Not a chance!

Time to get pruned!

Your squealing days are through, Tattler!

Honest boss, I never spilled any of the good stuff!

Prickles, you told me that the Boss colors his roots!

I never spilt 'bout that!

Prickles! You told him?!

But that was our forever secret!

Yeah, and boss, I never told Prickles

how you says he wears fake quills.

I can't believe you told!

Me?! You're the little finky-fink!

When the goin' gets tough...

The tough get mowin'!

[Yay-OK making lawn mower noises]

Mulched!

I never thought it would end like this!

I ought ta...

And that is why it's important to compost.

Little lesson there, evil foliage.

Good work, Rocket Monkeys!

Unfortunately, the Tattler's identity has been compromised.

For safety reasons,

he must be relocated immediately.

Good work. Chimpsky out.

Wait! You just relocated me over here!

Hello?! You're not just going to ignore me, are you?

Whoa! Eh! My PH!

Whoa, my PH! Oh!

NARRATOR: In a galaxy looking for a hero...

NARRATOR: There's only one Dave that travels deep through space,

and that Dave is...

Deep Space Dave!

Space Out!

NARRATOR: This galactic summer,

see Deep Space Dave as you've never seen him before!

Ahem... I meant on the big screen!

[Monkeys panting and muttering in excitement]

Can this get any better?

NARRATOR: Deep Space Dave vs the MacKracken...

In "Reek-o-rama"!

MONKEYS: It just got better!

[Both repeating "When can we see it

NARRATOR: Opening today!

How many sleeps 'til today?!

It's gotta be...

There are no sleeps until today.

Because, uh, today is already "today".

Typical monkey reaction.

Luckily, I have a few replacement heads left.

MONKEYS: Yay!

WALLY: I can't believe it!

Deep Space Dave versus his all-time, number one nemesis,

The MacKracken!

I know!

What with the contract disputes and the scheduling,

I can't believe it's actually happening!

Ow!

Rocket Monkeys!

I have a last-minute mission for you!

Is it watching the Deep Space Dave movie?

Yay! Movie mission!

No, no! Dear me. I don't think so.

I need you to report to GASI Headquarters right now.

How many days until right now?

I think it's...

Five!

Actually, monkeys, um,

"right now" means RIGHT NOW!

Phew! That was a close one!

Rocket Monkeys!

Prepare to receive your next mission!

Behold!

This is taking forever!

Can we go back to the movie now?

No!

It's the BBB -

The Blinky Beepy Button!

[Monkeys feigning approval]

If this button isn't pressed each time it beeps,

the door to the dreaded GASI vault opens!

It's incredibly dangerous stuff.

Wee! See how fun that was?

You do the next one!

What's a button? Duh...

Can't find button...

Gotta see movie!

Not so fast.

If I remember correctly,

you are GASI's best button pushers.

Don't deny it. I've seen the tapes!

* If the button's gonna blink, *

* ah... you must press it! *

* Press it! Press it now! *

Okay, we're button pushers.

But what if, say...

we sneak out and totally DON'T press the button?

Not that we're gonna do that.

We're gonna do that, right? Totally!

Put simply, this banana represents you two,

and this is what happens when the button isn't pushed.

You're fired! Out! Gone!

Finished!

You'll never work in this galaxy again!

Fine. I'll do it.

Excellent work. Really nice.

Now I've got a movie to see. Chimpsky out.

How come we're always the ones left pushing the button

that can ultimately destroy the galaxy if left unpushed?!

Wait! Who do we always turn to

when we need to neglect our duties?

You like it when Yay

YAY-OK: Hey! I can't shut it off, all right?

It's my face! Watch the movie!

PHONE: If the robot's a rockin', don't bother knockin'.

Darwin's nuggets!

Robots are so selfish!

Say, Wal, this button pushing mission

isn't really a two monkey job.

Whaddaya say if we - Thanks, Gus. You're the best!

I meant me! I go! Me!

DEEP SPACE DAVE: Space Out!

Hey, MacKracken!

Prepare to be Deep Space Daved!

Eat haggis, Deep Space Donkey!

It's my brother!

I'm just gonna take this call!

GUS: Wally! It finally got me.

Monkey rabies!

Lips swollen... armpits bulging...

pimples on buttocks...

rabies... Ahhhh!

Gus! Wally's here for you!

Why

Why not wait until after the movie?

So unfair!

How could this happen

at such an inconvenient time for me!

Oh, hey Gus!

You're at the movies and I'm a silly monkey

for falling for that ol' trick?

Got ya. Ciao. Zargles!

Take that!

And this, as well!

I've gotta take this!

It's my needy younger brother.

He's only a tiny child.

Oh, hey Wall!

Ooo!

Gus, Monkevil's here,

and we're kissing,

and she's giving me monkey-cuddles.

Really! This isn't fake at all!

And it's too much for one monkey!

Ooo, gotta go! Save my seat!

Ooh, who wants these monkey lips

pressed up against their monkey lips

in some kind of crazy monkey lip wrestling situation?

Ha! I tricked you!

Now you're not watching the movie!

That's a terrible trick!

And you're not watching the movie either!

Well, I'm not going to push the button!

Well, neither am I.

Well, I'm not going to push the button more than you.

Well, I'm NEVER going to push the button!

I don't even wanna push the button!

GUS: I don't even understand what buttons are!

Does this mean we don't have to push the button anymore?

Magic Monkeys disappear!

Oh.

GUS: We gotta get him back in the vault

before Chimpsky finds out!

WALLY: What would Deep Space Dave do?!

Wally, you're a genius!

All we've got to do is watch and learn.

Whatever Dave does, we do.

Okay, MacKracken!

Time to get sound-whacked by my super-sonic blaster!

Gah!

Super-sonic blaster...

So obvious!

GUS: Okay, MacKracken,

get ready for a real blasting!

[Wally making sustained, irritating screeching sound]

Turns out sonic sounds are useless

against your extreme strength. Oof!

Now he tells us. Don't worry!

Deep Space Dave always wins.

It's in his contract.

I will defeat you, MacKracken...

by using my revolutionary

electrostatic zappity-zapper!

Electricity! Of course!

It works!

He'll never see THIS coming!

DEEP SPACE DAVE: I've saved the best for last!

I will defeat you, MacKracken,

by doing something you can only see on the big screen.

Commence robo modification armor!

Which way to the beach?

Yay!

Robot suits!

WALLY: Take this!

Prepare to get robo-zapped!

WALLY: Eat this, MacKracken!

Oof!

Monkeys!

I don't know...

this plot is a little, you know, one-note.

It's all "pew pew!" this and "pew pew!" that.

The super hero format, it's not for me.

I win!

It's in my contract!

You've seen the last of the MacKracken.

Yeah, and the whole 3-D thing,

it's just a gimmick...

Where are the monkeys!

Here we are! Why do you ask?

Run!

Hey! Quit crushing our brobot!

Yay-OK!

I think he's a goner!

Quick, give him mouth-to-bot resuscitation!

Eww! It's his only chance, Bro!

* [Playing Yay-OK like a bagpipe] *

That sweet sound reminds me of me long-lost home...

Play another tune, laddie!

This is a little number I call .

* [Playing Yay-OK like a bagpipe] *

* [Nonsensical Scottish singing] *

What a wonderful performance!

My-oh-my!

Aw, thanks, Dr. C. You're too kind.

Not you two!

You completely failed the simplest of tasks.

You're fired!

But the MacKracken... What a dancer!

Wow! Take a bow, young man!

[Shuddering, sounds of disgust]

Now I know why they call him the MacKracken!

I kinda like it!