Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Ugh! Ow!

Rocket Monkeys!

Scooters are for outside.

Now don't you have something to say to me?

You know,

the special make- everythings-better word?

Yeah, what's the point of even doing laundry if you're

going to throw it all over the place!

Yeah, watch where you're going next time!

Ach!

Aw, Yay-OK! Our parfaits!

Once again,

don't you have something you'd like to say to me?

Yeah - It's all your fault!

Although the floor does add a little bit of flavour.

Finally, a little robo down-time all to my-

Hey!

What are you two doing in my room?!

We're playing hide the torpedo.

What!? Where is it? Where is it!?

Where's the torpedo!?

Warmer! Cooler!

Super-cold. Hotter.

Getting hotter now. Luke-warm.

Slightly lower than room temperature.

Too warm to drink, but...

Yeah... ...too cold to bathe in.

You found the torpedo! You win!

Yay!

Can we have some ice cream, Yay-OK?

No!

You do not explode me into little tiny pieces

and then getting ice cream!

We don't?! Why not?

Because you didn't say the special word.

Is it ouchy?

No, it's not ouchy.

Butt? No. No, it is not the B word.

Plaque? Biscuit!

Nipple? Frab.

Craginsnit. Z-blorg!

Torky?

Lame... fist?

No, none of those is the special word!

Actually, a couple of them aren't even words.

You're the one who came up with the boring

"Guess the special word" game.

The special word is

Sssss...

ooooo...

...ooorrryyy.

That's it!

I can't believe my audio receptors!

My monkeys have finally said they're sorry!

I don't know. "Sorry" seems kinda made up.

Yeah, it's pretty fakey-sounding.

No, monkeys, sorry is a very real word.

It's a magical word!

It makes this robot feel so happy to hear you say it.

And since you did,

you little gentlemens get a treat!

Whew! Enjoy!

How come we've never heard of this "sorry" word before?

Yay-OK's been keeping it all to himself.

We've got some catching up to do.

Think of all the cool stuff we're gonna get

just by saying that special word.

Time to get me some sorry loot...

Sorry!

Hey, Lumpy, maybe you didn't hear me!

Sorry!

Sorry! Sorry!

SORRY!

Why isn't this working!?

Don't worry, I've got this. I've been practicing.

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

SORRY!!

Some special word. I want free sorry stuff!

Ooof!

Hey, watch what you're doin'!

Ohhhh, I'm soooo sooooorry!

Aw, that's okay, little monkey.

No hard feelings! Here.

Wait, that totally worked!

Soooo sooooorry!

I think you have to do something wrong by accident first.

Oooh, that's a clever twist. We can totally do that!

Whoopsie-doodle!

Sorry buddy! Sorry about that!

Sorry. We are sorry. Sorry, little kid.

Sorry!

Sorry about that! Sorry.

Rocket Monkeys!

You do not use the special word to get free stuff.

Your "sorry" shenanigans must stop.

You sorry your way, and we'll sorry our way.

Check it out!

Boy, are we clumsy!

Sorry! So sorry!

He seems a little confused about how this works.

Let's try it again.

Sorry!

What's his problem?!

We said we were sorry!

That creature just doesn't understand good manners!

Hey, I'm an innocent bystander over here!

Yay-OK, this "sorry" word of yours is a complete bust!

You got any other special words we should know about?

Well, for starters, there's plea-

Sorry about that, my main metal man!

Thanks.

That reminds me -

You monkeys wouldn't happen to know anything about

an enraged alien beast on the warpath?

You know, super fireball-y?

No? Oh, okay.

Because, uh, we're being attacked right now.

Waah!

Chimpsky out.

It's up to us, Wal. We've gotta save GASI...

You got any ideas? I'm tapped out.

Me too. Yep, nothing here.

I got nothing. Nothing going on up there...

Monkeys, you must apologize to that fireball-y beast!

...a pole vaulter? Apollo -

Apollo 13! There we go!

It's "A-POL-OGY."

It's the same thing as "sorry."

We've been over this.

Been there! Done that!

You have to say it sincerely.

It means you have to really mean it.

Yeah...

Got it.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Beastie!

Okay, I only have so much time to teach you

the basics of sincerity

before GASI kabooms in a fiery explosion.

Repeat after me.

After me!

Right, I didn't see that one coming, monkeys.

No - repeat the following phrase.

"To be sincere,

it must come from here."

From your hard drive? I think that's his toaster oven.

Let's try something else.

Pretend to say something not- so-nice to your lovable robot.

I know it's going to be difficult to insult-

You're old! That's a good start...

And leaky! That's a little harsh. Alright, okay...

You're a weak alloy.

You're one step up from a cardboard box.

Okay, that hurt my feelings...

You're a rusty ol' bag of bolts!

I scrubbed the rust off the back of the toilet,

and it's more useful than you!

You're as useful as a toilet

that someone has filled with cement

so that there's no way of doing anything in the toilet.

It just lies on top. Yeah, but the old poop is still inside it.

Yeah.

And that one cut a little close to the mainframe...

Aw, Yay-OK...

We're so sorry!

Perfect!

That... That, gentlemens,

is how you apologize.

We did things that regular people know how to do!

Okay, Rocket Monkeys,

the fate of GASI Headquarters is in your hands!

Don't fret, robro.

We're going to go all 'sorry' on that flameball's butt!

Yeah!

He's going to be sorry when he hears how sorry we are!

Best of luck, monkeys!

And remember to be sincere!

Yeah, sure, whatever. Totally sincere. Okay, okay...

Maybe they have a little more work to do

on the sincerity thing.

Incoming plot twist...

Oh my bolts!

My monkeys are in grave danger!

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Fireball monster!

We're sorry...

Rocket Monkeys, change of plan here.

Stop saying sorry.

I repeat - Do not say sorry anymore!

It is a terrible word!

But you said it was a special word!

You said it made you happy! You were singing...

Not this time.

According to my Galactic Translator,

the language of this particular beast is,

how you say, uh, topsy-turvy -

inside out,

good meansing bad, bad meansing good,

and "I'm sorry" actually means,

"Why don't you stick it in the !"

So if we go all potty mouth on Flameball,

that means...

That means we're sorry?

Actually, you're exactly right!

...and wear it like a ski mask,

and mail it to your dad!

Apology accepted!

You guys are a real pair of (bleep) salads!

Yay...

Well, I hope you two gentlemens

learned something from all this.

Oh, yeah. Absotively!

Ach! Ow!

Rocket Monkeys, once again,

scooters are for outside!

Now don't you have something to say to me?

Apology accepted...

So close. So close...

It's Friday night. Time to party.

It's the weekend!

It's the weeeekennnnnnd!!

Ooooo, prezzies!

Someone shouldn't have!

Wow, somebody really broke the bank on this one.

"Edu-tainment?"

What is this, preschool?

Oh, I like this, but I hate it.

What part of my body am I supposed to put this on?

Well, I think we've spread enough sunshine here, Wal.

You ready to crash somewhere else?

Sure!

I'll take this to go.

I use this container

when I want to keep my rhubarb extra crispy.

And this one's to store my leafy greens.

Any questions?

Boys, you made it!

Welcome to my cool container party.

Here's some rope. Tie yourselves in.

Chimpsky party... The worst!

Run!

I don't know if it's me,

but this party seems totally dead...

Boring!

Yay-OK, find us a new party!

Sure thing, let me check my shindig database.

Okay, we've got the store opening,

the Goldstein's bar mitzvah, I got my self-help group...

Oh, this one looks promising!

Yay! Banana party!

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

Really very nice of you!

Earl Peel, Duke Peel,

I'm so honoured that you asked me

to join your exclusive club.

I've always wanted to be a FOP -

A member of the Fraternal Order of Peels.

Waa-ooga! Waa-ooga!

Tut tut!

Only FOP members are allowed to waa-ooga.

You, sir, are not yet a member.

I meant I certainly would love to join.

Of course, we're all a bunch of bananas here, right?

I meant banana-shaped. Banana-shaped!

Well then, let's see what kind of FOP you'd make...

Chair!

Ow!

So what is your occupation?

I'm a super villain!

Heh! You?

It's true! I am the dreaded Lord Peel!

So villainous...

Ask any of my friends.

Really? You? Friends?

Uh, yeah...?

Name one friend.

Uh, there's this one guy that I chat online with...

I don't really know his name,

but we happy face emoticon each other a lot...

Ooh, friendless!

How disappointing...

for you. Mmm, yes.

Ooh, oopsies!

Toss that out for us, would you?

We'll understand if you don't come back.

Take a deep breath, Peel.

You're totally FOP material!

You've gotta go in there and show them

that you can Waa-oogah with the best of them, that's all.

Woop-woop!

Woop-woop!

Woop-woop!

No!

Those cursed monkeys are going to ruin everything!

Go monkeys, go-go-go monkeys!

Go away, Rocket Monkeys!

Go on, get out! Vamoose!

Ándale! Arrivederci!

You know those monkeys?

Me? Nope. Never seen them before.

Hey, Peelio!

How's it hanging, banana man?

I am not a banana!

I mean, okay, we've met once.

How dare you, Peel...

Hiding such little treasures away from us!

They're delightful, aren't they, Earl?

Oh, yes...

Very amusing!

You might be FOP material after all.

Indeed!

You like them? Seriously?

You're not kidding? Excuse me...

Monkeys, I'm begging you...

This is humiliating,

but I need you to fake being my

friends

just long enough for me to get into this exclusive club

and make some real fake friends.

Can you do that for me?

Just this once? Please!

I'm so lonely!

I don't even have a friend online that I send -

I'm sending emoticons to myself!

You had us at humiliating.

Can we seal the deal with some face licking?

I suppose... But no biting!

Duke, you rascal!

Pretending to like those awful monkeys.

All in the name of having some fun.

Evil fun, that is.

Waaahoogah!

Hey, sorry to interrupt your evil laughs,

but I want you to meet my good friends,

Gus and Wally.

It's true. We go way back.

Waaaaay back!

Now can I join the Fraternal Order of Peel?

Please say yes.

Maybe your "friends" want to be FOPs, too.

Woo-hoo! Them?!

But they're not even Peels!

Nonsense.

"Friends" of yours are certainly 'friends' of ours.

Why don't we play a few party games?

And if you survive -

complete the games, you can join.

And then we'll all be "friends."

Do you always say "friends" in quotes?

When you become a member,

Here here!

Welcome to the time-honored FOP initiation ceremony.

Let the party games begin!

The first is called

"Wacky-Smacky Maze."

Sounds a-mazing!

Good one, Wal. Good one, Wal.

Okay... Okay.

It wasn't that good!

I get the maze.

It's the wacky-smacky that's got me a little bit worried.

Oooh!

Apparently someone doesn't want to play.

I guess that someone doesn't want to be a FOP either.

Fine, I'll play!

I mean, it's just a party game, right?

All you've got to do is go in that door

and find your way out the other door.

On your mark, get set, go!

That was fun! Couldn't be easier.

If those idiotic monkeys can do it, so can I!

How about a lick for good luck?

Or, par chance, a nibble?

No!

Am I a member yet?

Yes, absolutely!

...is what I will say when you've officially made it.

But as of now, no.

Next up, who doesn't like a game of tug of war?

This game will be you three against Cuddles, our mascot.

Raah-ooogah!

Isn't he adorable?

Yes he is! Yes he is!

Let the tugging begin!

No, stop pushing!

Pull!

It's like every day with you is opposite day- Ow!

Did we win? That's a win, right?

Oh, hey, Lord Banana.

I see you've met Cuddles, there.

What are you doing here?

I was finishing some repairs on the ship when, aah-oogah!

Cuddles food.

Anyway, great to see you getting along so well with my monkeys.

I'm only doing it so that I can be a FOP.

Listen, I'm only a super-intelligent robot

with infinite knowledge,

but it seems to me that those guys

are playing you like a banana-shaped fiddle.

Trust me. They are not your friends.

My monkeys are your true friends.

Monkeys? Friends?! Ha!

All they want to do is nibble my head!

For monkeys, that's a true friendship thing.

That's what they do.

Peel, get out here!

New game!

Coming!

How do I get outta here? There's only one exit, Lord Peels.

Raah-oogah!

Oooh, what is that smell?!

I have no idea. Absolutely repugnant!

Can we just move on?

This last game is a fun one - A pony ride!

All you have to do is stay on for the whole ride,

and a FOP you'll be!

Don't worry, Peelio, we'll make sure you never come off!

Never ever!

You're doing this all for me?

That's what friends do!

Ach! Ow!

Wait, are those nails? Absotively!

Such good friends.

I'm very proud of you, gentlemens.

You can do it! Ride 'em, Peelio!

Yee that haw! Bum that steer!

Crank it, Earl! Cranking!

I did it! I'm going to be a FOP!

Aaah-oohgah! Aaah-oohgah!

Ahem. No FOP for you.

We've changed our minds.

But you said our Banana Man could join you!

Like we would actually allow HIM in our club!

What did I tell you about true friendship?

Oh, tut-tut!

It's not a problem, because I know, deep down,

Earl Peel and Duke Peel

are good fellows with good taste.

Whaaa? Um...

Sweet, delicious,

yum, yum, yum, yummy-yum,

yummy taste.

Texture, too...

Those lords and earls, very tasty...

Tasty...

Tasty... Yummy yum yum...

Waaah-ooogah!

Waa-oogah indeed!

Don't tell them,

but sometimes I almost like those monkeys...

Now is not one of those times!

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Throw!

Ha, you throw like a lemur.

This is how you throw...oof!

Ha! You throw like a baboon!

Very impressive Rocket Monkeys!

Uh, what do you call this idiotic activity

you are engaged in?

We're playing the game you taught us.

The one called "Throw".

I taught you a game called "Catch".

You're supposed to catch the ball.

Oh...

Oh, there's a catch element!

The boring part...

So you don't just throw it,

you also put your hands out and receive it.

Oh my! What a shame

your violent and destructive game is now over.

Red blinky button means

it's monkey night-night time.

But I'm thirsty!

I can't sleep. My eyes are still open.

If I fall asleep I start punching myself in the face! Ow!

Can you turn my brain off

so it's easier for me to stop thinking about puppies?

What if I have a poop in the middle of the night?

I can't eat cake while I'm sleeping,

and I need to do that!

You know the rules. No more stalling!

PJs on. Heads on pillows!

Hello monkeys.

It's your friendly exiled super villain, Nefarious.

Yay!

I have two words for you: Slumber Party.

My asteroid, tonight.

See you there!

Can we go?

Can we go?

You know this is just his evil plan

to escape a lifelong prison sentence, right?

Maybe he's just a normal super villain

who likes dressing in PJs

and partying with small monkeys.

Yeah, there's nothing creepy about that.

Hmm.

Can we go?

Can we go?!

Okay, okay, we'll go.

Besides, it uh, will give me the chance

to ask Slo-Mo a very important question.

Ooh!

Naughty tsky-tsky!

Easy gentlemens.

She still has my Robonanza box set.

I'd like it back.

What a brilliant plan!

Those moronic Rocket Monkeys

are coming to this loathsome asteroid

for a "slumber party,"

and when they're a-slumbering,

I'll steal their rocket and make my escape.

Quiet! I'm watching Robonanza.

It's the one where Boss-bot

finally asks his sweetheart to marry him.

Phew!

Nefarious!

Welcome to my sad, lonely,

miserable, and desperate asteroid.

Not that I'm complaining.

Well it uh, sounded like complaining to me, but uh...

Oy!

Oh how I've missed your cold steel kisses.

There's uh,

something I'd like to discuss with you in private.

Oh private!

Ha ha! Okay!

Anywhoo...

hope you're ready for some serious sleeping!

Sleeping?

Slumber parties are for farting on each other's pillows!

For watching movies until your eyes bleed!

And licking each other's faces!

And playing 'Hide the Candy-cane!'

And then farting more on each other's pillows!

Wha? No!

This is a slumber party.

People gather together and slumber.

Am I right?

Wrong.

There's not much slumbering at a slumber party.

Then why is it called a slumber party?

I think first we'll just run around

and scream for a long time.

You read my monkey mind.

So you uh, have something important to ask me?

Uh, yes, a very special question

between a female-bot and a male-bot uh,

Slo-Mo I just...

Yes! Of course I'll marry you.

Oh Yay-Ok I love you! I gotta call my mother...

Whoa, married?

Oooh! Brain freeze!

Don't care!

Bag of sugar...

does it get any better than this?

Maybe you should cut back on the sweets a little.

Can I offer you some sleepy-time milk?

We said no sleeping.

Is it movie time yet?

If you ever fall asleep...

You will die!

Yay! No sleep! That's not true!

I heard Yay-Ok tints his finish.

Well -I heard he colourizes his monitor.

Well I hear his USB slot is really small!

Well I heard he defragged his hard drive this morning!

I heard his memory has got a glitch.

I heard he's got a floppy disk.

Why aren't you sleeping?

Oh, that really brings out my tentacles!

Okay! Enough!

It's a slumber party.

It's time to do some slumbering!

Story time! Story time! Story time!

Fine. I'll read you one story

and then it's slumber time...

And then I'll steal your rocket and escape.

Enough! Here's the story.

It's called 'A Story So Boring

it's Bound To Make You Fall Asleep.'

Yay-Ok read that to us last week.

Do you have anything else?

No! Now zip it!

Once upon a time there was this boring little boy

on this boring little planet...

And he picked up his boring little bucket

which you remembered

contains absolutely nothing...

blah-blah-blah...

And his boring mother said

"After I fold all this laundry,

we can paint the house and then we'll watch it dry."

And the boy said,

"Oh! There's nothing more boring to me

than watching a liquid

slowly become a solid.

That would be one thing I would like to watch

until I am utterly bored..."

Finally! Those high-strung fur bags are asleep!

I can make my escape!

How did the story end?

What colour did they paint the house?

Is it dry yet?

It's going to be so wonderful!

We'll have our own docking stations to recharge!

We'll get a rewiring before the wedding,

and maybe a chocolate fountain.

Doesn't that sound dreamy?

Yes it does sound creepy.

I mean, uh, dreamy! Ha.

Oh, listen, Slo-Mo, I tell you, you're going to what uh,

you're going to have a good chuckle

when I explain this little mix-up.

What if when I said I had an important question before,

it had nothing to do with marriage.

You'd think that's funny, right, correct?

Hilarious maybe? You'd split your pants?

I'd be devastated. Crushed. Destroyed.

And probably violent.

That's what I thought... That's what I thought.

What's next?

Tell me! What's next?

Here's an idea.

Who's up for a yawning contest?

Yawnderful idea! Yawesome!

I'll go first.

Who's the genius here...

Don't worry, my Little Black Book,

I'll find a safe hiding place for you!

Fork it over!

You won't be needing that anymore!

Good-bye Vanessa. You too, Vendella.

So long Belindor...

Goodbye to all the vending machines at college.

Just, uh, watching my life being destroyed

is uh, very tiring indeed...

I'm the one making all the plans

and you're the one who's tired?

Oh! That's rich!

Wait. It's quiet.

Could it be?

Yes! My plan worked!

And now to escape.

Oh! What did you eat? Poo?

I can't get away from these disgusting monkeys fast enough!

And another thing, you never take me anywhere.

You're banished to an asteroid!

What do you want me to do?

Oh, banished, banished, banished!

Always the excuses with you!

Just passing through, lovebirds.

Ooh! I'm escaping!

And I want baby-bots!

Hey, you know what?

You've got the computer pieces -

I know you've got the nagging software -

Make them yourself!

Look at me! Nefarious the genius!

Escaping from his prison!

Oh boy! Look at this!

Evil plan, success!

What is that noise?

Even their rocket is annoying!

That's not the best driving music,

but I'll make do-

By the Cracked Corn of Cullen!

Have I escaped at last?

No, bro!

You crashed just in time

for the rest of the slumber party.

And lucky you!

We had a nap so we're ready to go!

Bag of sugar? Read us a story?

Lick your face? Fart in your pillow?

You care more about those monkeys than you do me!

The wedding is off!

Yes! Freedom baby!

I mean...if that's what you want sweetie-bot.

I'm, of course I'm sad.

But uh, by the way,

are you done with my Robonanza box set?

Thank you!

Uh, question, are they in chronological orders or...

Tag. You're it.

Tag. You're it.

Wait!

Is that what I think it is?

It's...it's...!

A box marked "fragile"!

Distracting ball of yarn!

Ticking explodey thing!

There. Now that I've occupied my monkeys,

I can finally begin my preparations

for my very special visitor!

Ooh, tea party!

You weren't going to invite us?

Oh, so this has caught your attention?

There you go.

Go, go get it!

And stay, you stay!

Oh, I'm all about the tea party...

Oh well I heard Simpkins has come down

with a chronic case of the pizza face...

That should keep them busy for a while.

Wow, that tea goes right through me!

Preaching to the choir, Wal...

Oh ho ho...

This is going to be perfect.

Sugar and spice

and all the types of things that are nice!

Yo, bo-peep! Stop slouching.

Straighten up!

Whoa, pretty in pink!

Ha, broski plays with dollskis!

Look at me, I'm Yay-Ok and I love my dollies!

Look at me, I've got the dollies which I play with,

and everyone laughs at me because I'm a doll player...

Ha, ha.

Very ha ha ha ha, gentlemens,

but the dolls are not for me.

Then who's it for? Who?

Who?!

Okay! Okay! Enough with the who-whoing.

The pink and the frills

are for my baby sister, Hurray-Ok.

You have a sister?

Yes.

I promised myself I would never tell you two furbags.

She is very innocent, and far too impressionable

for your rambunctious monkey ways.

Growing up, she was my little princess...

I smell a flashback.

Well it came out the back but, that was me.

That fart smelled like the past!

Am I going too fast for you?

Are your safety harnesses too loose?

Brace yourself okay,

we have an up-coming sidewalk bump there.

Are you okay? Any spinal damage?

Awe, she's adorable!

Security perimeter breach!

How old is she?

Touch her again

and see what kind of business you've ordered!

She must be pretty special.

Can't wait to meet her!

No! Never going to happen!

It is not happening on my watch, gentlemens!

It's just that she is too delicate for your monkey energy.

So...uhm... how do I say this...

Stay away!

She's here!

Yay! No yay!

You are to make yourselves scarce, remember?

Scram!

Woo hoo!

I'm coming, my sweet sister-bot!

Hey, Disappointment, take good care of your sister

while I am at my Doombot Convention.

And keep her away

from those idiot monkeys!

Doom!

Hi big brother!

Little Hurray-Ok!

How was your trip, are you tired?

Do you need an oil change? How are your battery levels?

Everything is A-Okay, Yay-Ok!

Ooooh! So there's the little sis-bot

we've been hearing nothing about.

She's adorable! I should know.

Ooooh, monkeys!

They were just leaving!

Pull my finger, you little cutie-bot.

There will be no pulling of fingers.

Stay where you are, Hurray-Ok!

Enough!

Come along, I'll give you a tour of the ship.

Let's begin with the rollicking history

of the ship's load-bearing arches.

It's quite an engineering marvel,

I'll tell you that....

Just look at the support system.

Little known fact, these support beams

are actually made of two percent cottage cheese.

Hi Monkeys!

Whatcha doing?

Booger fishing.

Don't do that! It's more like this.

Like this?

No, you gotta dig deeper. Don't forget the twist.

And then plunge and pull!

Bend the knuckle, 180, and out.

If it starts coming down the other nostril

you've done it too hard...

And now for the best part.

Odium, Hellodium, Nickelodium.

These are just some of the exciting metals

that can be found in the hull of this fascinating ship.

Next, if you'll follow me right down here...

Hurray-Ok, where are you?

Crisis alert! Alert in the crisis!

Crisis alert!

No!

No!

Ah!

Monkeys, what are you doing with my sister?

I knew you'd be a terrible influence!

C'mon bro, don't be such a downer-bot.

Did- did they teach you to talk like that to Yay-Ok?

That's it, naptime for you, young bot!

But, no!

Sweet dreams, precious one.

Monkeys!

Whatcha doin'?

Important monkey stuff.

Wow!

Can I try?

I don't know.

It's a pretty complicated procedure

involving fingers and pressing actions...

It took years for us to learn.

Oh my bolts!

She's a natural!

Again, again, again!

Press away, little sister.

Are you monkey crazy?

Explosions? Doom?

No, no, no!

I knew you two would be

a terrible influence on my sweet sister.

You are coming with me!

A little harsh, don't you think?

Desperate times call for desperate

Monkey-proof Rapunzel towers.

Trust me, she'll be happier this way.

Let me out!

She doesn't seem too happy.

She'll uh, thank me one day.

Ow!

Maybe not today, but one day in the future

maybe she will... she will thank me for this.

For her own safety, I must remain vigilant.

No monkeys in, no innocent baby sisters out.

Yello?

Excuse me sir,

is your refrigerator running?

That's a very good question.

I was wondering about that myself.

I tell you, I'm going to check for you...

She's not running,

but she is doing some light calisthenics.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wow, she doesn't mess around!

A real go-getter!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

That's a little intense.

Monkeys! What is the meaning of this?

Your sister's gone a little... cuckoo-pants.

Nutso with jutso?

Bag of crazy dipped in crazy sauce...

She's like 40 marbles, but only three of them are real...

It's like her brain is a chicken

and the chicken's brain is a smaller chicken

and that smaller chicken's brain is... poop.

Little sister, put a hands up

and back away from the boom boom buttons.

Doom!

My worst fear realized.

My sweet sister

has become a doombot!

What the Zorgons?

Those idiotic monkeys have the bolts

to attack my doombot convention?

You furbags will pay for this.

Doom!

Uh ohs.

Daddybot, this has all been a big misunderstanding!

Out of the way, my sorry excuse for a sonbot.

Always protecting those monkeys!

What a disgrace.

You're like a vending machine with wheels.

You can't even take care of your baby sister.

You leave my big brother alone!

I was right!

A real go-getter!

My baby girl doombot!

I am so proud.

Just like her daddybot!

Come on, little one.

We've got some dooming to do.

But I want to stay with Yay-Ok!

Always welcome, little sis...

Stay?

With that weakling-bot?

He couldn't protect you from the rain!

Whoa.

Your dadbot's kinda harsh.

Eh, he is what he is, and I am who I am.

A love bot, not a fighter-bot.

Am I right, Fridgitte?

You're a cold one, huh.

How 'bout I unplug you and heat things up a bit, huh?