All language subtitles for Gemusetto s01e01e06 Your Serve.eng_2a

♪ Everybody know

♪ Here we go

♪ Lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Yeah, lean stroke

♪ Ooh, yeah, lean stroke

♪ Cool, lean stroke

♪ Lean stoke, yeah

♪ Hit it with that

♪ I need it, unh

♪ I need that thang like my...

♪ Hey, yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Meow, meow

[ Indistinct singing ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

[ Rumbling, monkey hooting ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

♪ Damn

♪ Oh, my God

♪ Lord help us

♪ Oh, my God, okay

♪ Oh, my God, praise our lord

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Help, yeah, fault,
help, help, yeah, fault ♪

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪ Lean stroke, unh

♪ Lean stroke

♪ Back and fault,
back and fault ♪

♪ I pull up
with my tennis racket ♪

♪ I make that racket, yeah

♪ Pull up in that muh

♪ I got that pack, yeah

♪ Everybody wanna know

♪ I did it, now

♪ Everybody wanna know

♪ I did it, now

♪ Venus, Serena, I got my penis
on my necklace ♪

♪ Everybody think
I'm so jealous ♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door creaks ]

♪ I need ya,
I need that thang like my ♪

♪ Hey

♪ Yeah

[ Indistinct singing ]

♪♪

♪ Meow, meow

♪ Cat meow

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it ♪

♪ Throw it, throw it,
stroke, lean, hit, what? ♪

♪ Stroke, lean, hit, what?

Makasu confronts Suppay,
the God of Death,

deep in the Inca underworld.

But will our hero be lulled
into a guilt-ridden complacency

by visions of the deaths
he caused in high school

and memories of his affair with
the Italian bocce-ball teacher?

Tune in next tennis time
for "Gemmusetto Machu Picchu,

Chapter 3: Back Spin."

♪♪

♪♪

Narrator: Uh-oh. It looks like
Makasu's triumphant ride

to the tennis mythos isn't going
to be as easy as he thought

with this brand-new line
of "Gemmusetto Machu Picchu" action figures.

Why, it's none other than
water witch herself, Mama Cocha.

Use her squirting powers
to douse Makasu with water,

or agua, as they say in most
Latin American countries.

Whoa! It looks like Makasu
is ready to shoot the curl

with the new surfer Makasu
action figure.

Let's hang 10, dudes.

It comes with its very own
surfboard and metal detector.

[ Metal detector chirping ]

My first dad
lives under the sand.

Don't look now,
but it's that trickster,

the Lake Titicaca
Tricky Colon.

I'll pass using
my sphincter, Makasu.

This slimy, disgusting
abomination

is more than just the organ
that reabsorbs fluid

and processes the waste product
from the body

and prepares it for elimination
through your rectum.

Ahoy matey, it's Skidbladnir,

the fiercest
of the Viking ships.

This llama is all business

and will bring Makasu
to his knees

with his "standing
on all four legs"

or "just on his back legs"
action.

Wowa-zowa!
Barfing Makasu action figure.

[ Imitates
Makasu vomiting ]

♪♪

Wowa Zowa!

Smells and tastes
like actual vomit.

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sniffs ]

Gemmusetto Machu Picchu
action figures and play sets --

the only action figures
you'll ever need.

[ Beeping ]

Huh? Shoot.
Bad news.

A tracking device in
South America is now...

offline.
Aah!

Ah, shit, piss.

I just ruined a computer.

The facts are this.

Agent Bendy Rivers is here

floating in the middle
of the ocean.

But where's his target --

the relic thief, the God-Killer,
the sportsman...

Both: Makasu!

[ Singing in Japanese ]

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

His tracking device
is offline.

Did you check
all the screens?

Yes.
Even the small ones.

But that's impossible!

Agent Bendy Rivers,
he def--

Hello.

-Agent Bendy Rivers?
-Yes.

Agent Bendy Rivers,

you did put the tracking chip
upon Makasu

when you had him
in custody, right?

Yes, I --
Before he escaped again, that is.

Yes.
[ Mumbling ]

Can't understand a word
you're saying.

Yes.
Before he got away,

I definitely stuck
the devise on him.

What's wrong?

The thing's busted, Rivers.What?!

But I used the thing
to track him to the beach.

I got you now.

You -- you -- you can't do
an escape now.

Fashioned from tree sap
and plankton chromosomes,

this tracking device
was meant to be

the ultimate
in bio-digital implants.

Him using it by the beach
shouldn't have been a problem.

Plankton thrive
in the ocean.

It's their
natural habitat.

But wait, here,
one of the deities

in the Incan pantheon.

Oh, my piss.
Yes.

Some sort of
god of herds,

a llama who watches
over animals.

It's possible on
his spiritual rampage,

Makasu has run
into this divine beast.

And if he has --
crap in a piss hole.

The plankton...

Both: ...would have had
an allergic reaction

to the llama,
dander, and hair!

-Aah!
-Oh, shoot.

Of course plankton
are allergic to llamas.

Why would I choose a plankton
chromosomal tracking device

when I knew Makasu was in Peru
where there's lots of llamas?

Rivers, I'm beginning
to doubt your ability

to handle
this investigation.

You've been on this case
for a decade, Rivers.

I used to look up to you,
you know.

Aw.

Hold it.

I'm getting energy readings
off the charts.

Where?!
Triangulating.

In a parallel plane
of existence

16 layers down...

intersecting
with soul tunnels.

It must be the Incan
Death Dimension.

Ukhu Pacha, it seems
to be called.

Rivers, you may have
your man yet.

These signatures match
the power levels

exerted by those
Chinese stones he stole.

Since our device
went offline

while he was here
in the under Andes,

you could circumvent
the Incan Death Dimension

and possibly intercept him here
in this plain of plains.

Yeah, sure, okay, lucky.
I'll get right on that.

Now I'm hanging up.

Eventually, everyone disappoints
you, even your heroes.

Let's just hope Makasu kills
less than three more gods

and Rivers ends his murder
theft spree for him,

for us,
for the entire universe.

Uhh!

Back Pocket Flying
Dimension Bear.

Chirp?

Return the Colored
Stones of Nuwa

back to my back
pocket dimension.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp,
chirp, chirp, chirp.

It's incredible that
you used the powers

of the Chinese elements
in those Nuwa Stones

to destroy
that crystal wall.

I stole these stones

when I defeated
the Jade Emperor

in rugby using elements
of fire, earth, water,

and then my two favorite
elements, wood and metal.

Because they're --
wood and metal

are hard
like a man's boner.

Chirp.
Huh?

Ugh.
Chirp.

And now, you're saying
these crystals

taste like a man's
brown Starburst. Wow.

Yes, sour like
a man's brown Starburst.

-Wow.
-Puh.

Man's boners, man's brown
Starbursts.

Truly this is a man's world.

Little mineral demons
stick to the walls here,

refining and gathering
geodes

buried deep in the walls.

It's the only part
of Incan history

buried deep in the walls.

Chirp?
Ugh.

Puh.
Chirp.

Makasu:
Pure baby bear slave.

Hey, let me tell you
what you should lick

that tastes very good.

Follow me.
Chirp.

[ Panting ]

♪♪

This here floating femur.

Human bones are some
of the best bones.

Chirp!
Chirp!

I see we're at the final gateway
to Ukhu Pacha.

I can tell because
it's written here on this...

[echoing] femur.

Doesn't the femur ball
look like a mozzarella cheese?

♪♪

The last time I sucked
on a mozzarella bone

that hard was
when I was having an affair.

Chirp?

Yes, an affair with my
Italian bocce ball teacher.

Back in high school
when I was a nympho-pansexual.

Ha. That was one of
my favorite time...

phases?Ukhu Pacha.

I've always found it beautiful
in the most haunting way,

like a very wet abortion.

Bones of ancestors
are littered everywhere.

This is truly
a bittersweet place.

You know,
back in high school,

they used to call my man's
brown Starburst "the bone pit".

Which kind of ties
all this stuff together.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Ya!

Chirp, chirp.

Don't you dare call me
a horny bitch boy

right now, you freak.
Chirp.

You don't get to use
those words.

Those are my words.

Hey, sorry, guys, hold on.
Uh, one sec.

Uh, it's me, the Chair Umpire,
but just wait one sec.

Yes, Papa?

You have wireless reception

in the depths
of the inner world?

Wow.

Chair Umpire sure is prepared
for a Chair Umpire.

Hey, um, um, I'm on
the phone with my papa.

Papa Chair Umpire:
[ Speaking native language ]

Land lines at home
are a thing of the past.

Right.

You are sweating.

Do you want
any petite fours?

I don't have any.
Just hold on one minute.

When you're sweating, you
get rid of many things.

U, it's like sauna.

And, um, this is,
this is --

I like, too. Uh...

We have to wait 'til she
gets off the phone.

Hurry.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Papa Chair Umpire:
Uh, number one,

it's a great,
um, exercise.

As a matter of fact,
it's not my idea,

but I know for a fact
that this is number one.

Cardio number one.

Uh...[speaking
native language]

...few days ago.

that he read
somewhere that, um,

you can prolong
your life, uh, with tennis.

10 years, he --
he read somewhere.

[ Coughs ]
I -- I like it

because you can kill
another person,

you know, who is --
who is playing with you,

and -- and that's, uh --
that's a pleasure.

You blink --
you blink weird.

Uh, sorry, guys.

Playing doubles...

Yeah.

[ Speaking
native language ]

That -- that -- that never,
never actually, you know,

with them, it's not --
not a problem.

They're just playing
for fun.

Right.

Men actually never
play for fun.

Men are so involved
in that --

that they get so upset with --
with -- with --

when they lose and so happy
when they win

that this is more
than sport.

It's like, uh --
like, um -- um --

birthday for -- for --
for a man, you know?

Right.
Literally.

Life or death.

Like what?
Life or death.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kind of like this, yes.

I would say, but, uh --

you know,
ice cream is sweet.

Why you -- why -- why --
w-- why chocolate?

And there is chocolate
ice cream, right?

So it's dangerous.
-Yes. For sure.

-Okay.
-Alrighty, bye bye, love you.

Love you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Sorry.
So sorry about, um,

that phone conversation
with my dad.

-I -- Oh, that's fine.
-Tennis.

No -- no big deal.

I really apologize
about that,

but, anyway,
your next opponent is

Supay, the god of death,
pronounced "su-pay".

Oh. Oh.

Supay.

[ Ball bouncing ]

Makasu: Four years ago at the
ancient Chinese rugby stadium

in the cosmic nether clouds
outside of the Leifeng Pagoda

is where I challenged
the Jade Emperor to rugby

and got the Nuwa Elemental
Stones we learned about

just a little while ago.

This is back
when I grew a rat tail out

and I loved that hairdo I had.

Chrip?You're right! Time for tackle!

My rat tail!

-Chrip?
-Huh? My head!

Huh!
Not so fast!

Yes, but for some reason,
I am still alive!

Huh! I guess fung shui
reversed my decapitation!

Flying Bear: Chrip?

Makasu:
And that's how I defeated the Jade Emperor

and got the Nuwa Stones,

which I used to destroy
that crystal wall

on the way to Ukhu Pacha, where
I am going to be playing tennis

against the Incan God of Death,
Supay!

Supay.

S-U-P-A-Y.

Present in Quechua, Aymara,
and Inca mythologies,

Supay held a similar role

to that of the Western
concept of the Devil.

He ruled Ukhu Pacha,
the lower world,

one of the three realms
of the Inca mythological cosmos.

The other two are Hanan Pacha,

a heaven-like celestial world
for the gods,

and Kay Pacha,
which is the world we live on

or the present time space.

Though the Spanish colonizers
used the name Supay

to refer to the Christian devil,
it is important to note

that the Andean natives
didn't see Supay

as a force to denounce.

Rather their fear of him led
to their invoking of his name

and begging not
to bring them harm.

Ukhu Pacha itself wasn't
an entirely negative concept

and was associated with new life
as well as death.

Pachamama, the feminine
earth mother,

and harvesting were associated
with this aspect of new life.

Disrupting the lower world
was seen as a sacred matter,

leading to ceremonies
and rites

when humans were
to disturb the surface.

For instance,
times when the Inca

were to till for potato
crops were accompanied

with a host of sacred rituals

in order to pay respect
to Ukhu Pacha,

a land of death,
new life, of ancestors,

and the potential torment
of Supay.

Offerings of food and drink
were given to Supay

and his demons
in order to ensure

that they would not suffer
from hunger or thirst.

This would hopefully lead
to Supay acting generously

when interacting with deceased
relatives or, if neglected,

could lead to him
inflicting punishment

or hurting the family members
who had passed.

Capable of evil and destruction

as well as
a consummate trickster,

Supay was an ever-present force

representing the duality of good
and evil within the world.

Growth, decay, birth, and death,

spiritually linked
with contradictions

we see in life itself.

It was even said that when Supay
was to feast upon the dead,

he would manifest
a divine fire,

giving off both light and heat,
the generators of life.

Due to his connection
to the underground,

Andean miners find
a strong reverence of Supay.

Their offerings to him
were not intended

to retain a status quo
in these cases,

but rather to ensure
the discovery of riches

from hidden treasures
in the hills.

A living, white llama
is to be sacrificed

and its heart interred
in the mines

to gain his good will
twice yearly,

an offering to satisfy
his voracious appetite

to protect the miners
as well as to certify

the encountering
of valuable minerals.

♪♪

Yah yah yah yah yah
yah yah yah yah.

Yah yah yah yah yah
yah yah yah yah.

Sports men.

You've made much progress.
Yah.

Using your tennis slaps
on all my guys.

You knew I was arriving?
Yah.

Of course he did, Makasu.

You've defeated
three gods so far,

and their fading spirits
must have at least passed

through Supay's domain
of death.

Supay,
is what he said true?

Yeah.

Damn.
I should have known that.

Now I'm embarrassed in front
of the Chair Umpire,

the coolest chair I know.

Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear.

Listen, I know I slapped you
in the face earlier pretty hard

for calling me
a horny bitch boy,

but let's be honest here.

I'm the one who calls you
a horny bitch boy,

and the fact that you, like,
took that from me?

Kind of [bleep]
Chirp.

But, for real, I need to ask
your opinion on something.

Okay, listen.

Do you think the Chair Umpire
thinks I'm stupid?

I didn't know Supay knew
we were coming.

Is everyone judging me
for that right now?

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

I'd say I'm sorry, but you're
being a total "c" word

right now, and I mean
the one that I can't say.

[Bleep]

Sportsman, you have
come to dispose of me,

much like your Spanish
forefathers.

Your artifact seeking
ends here.

Oh, no.
Don't you dare compare me

to Spanish
conquistadors of yore.

Look at me
in my big, sexy eyes.

Every tear,
every pupil dilation.

I don't have time
for your nonsense.

Ugh!

Whatever you do,
don't let Supay get to you.

Man, Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear

was being
a total [bleep] earlier.

I'm really pissed.
Agh.

Why don't you speak your mind
with tennis?

Ugh, I'm pissed.
Serve at me.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Sorries are for Gnarly
Charlies and Charles Barkley.

I'm ignoring you
for a few minutes,

Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear.

All I have
is my big, sexy eyes.

And the dances.

Ahh.

[ Pop! ]

Yah.

Ooh.
Huh?

Love 15.

My death dances were
not good enough?

-Ha ha ha.
-Yah!

Love conquers
death, Supay.

And -- and that's
a metaphor I made up.

Hee-yah!

We all have our metaphors,
sportsman.

My dances are a metaphor
for life and death

and the boogie-woogie
in between, which is sex.

But your dances have caused
real death, haven't they?

Sex.
Even in your younger days.

Death.

Look at me in my big,
sexy eyes.

[ Echoing ]
Dance. Supay.

Conquistador.
Tennis.

Boogie.

Death.
High school.

Teens.
Death.

[ Bell rings ]

Bucket: Makasu-senpai, the
handsomest and coolest boy

at All Star Supotsu Academy.

I've had a crush on him
for years,

but he probably
doesn't even know that I exist.

Huh. Uhh.

Oh, no!
Watch out!

I'm sorry.
I was distracted.

Don't worry
about it, Bucket.

I always hit my head against
things always every day.

See ya.

You -- you know my name?

Yeah, you silly dummy.

I've known you since
we were 6 years old.

Also your name is written
on your shorts

for when I forget.

Uhh.

-Hey, Bucket.
-Huh?

Bucket.
Is everything okay? Huh?

It's not like you
to play so poorly.

You seem distracted.

I -- I promise
it won't happen again.

I want to do my best.

As long as it doesn't happen
tomorrow during the final exam

for shot-put class.
Let's all do our...

Both: ...best!

Yeah!

[ Bell rings ]

Hey, Makasu.

I'm really proud of the way
you've been throwing

those bocce balls.

Yeah,
Mr. Bocce Ball.

You sure know the most
about bocce.

It's great to hear
your validation

of all my playing
with the bocceno.

I love it.

Those little boccenos.
They're awesome.

Mr. Bocceno, you sure know
the most about everything.

You know, every time
I see you, Makasu,

I just forget who I am.

♪♪

[ Mumbling ]

Bucket.

I know we've never spoken
or interacted before today,

but I just want you to know,
I need you in my life, Bucket.

I need that
beautiful body

and, more importantly,
your smart brain.

What do you say?

Let's move in together
immediately as high schoolers

in the same apartment
in love.

My mommy also has a magazine
full of vibrators

I can get you.
Uh, uh, uh...

Makasu-senpai, yes!

1,000 times, yes!

See you later, Bucket!

Don't make any mistakes
tomorrow, you idiot.

Huh.

No.
No more distractions.

Father, mother,
I won't let you down.

I will do my best
to make you proud,

and I will do my best so that
Makasu-senpai will love me.

Father?

I am home from school.

Bucket, how was school?

School was fine, father.

Do you need help
with tires?

No, Bucket.

Do not soil
your shot put fingers

on these old
and damaged tires.

I am but a simple
tire repairman.

Let me tend to them.

Daddy is almost
finished repairing

these broken
and damaged tires.

Would you begin
preparing dinner?

♪ This is my cooking song

♪ Cooking for Dad
every night ♪

Father, dinner is ready.

Daddy is still working.

It's taking longer
than I thought.

Please,
allow me to help.

No.
I couldn't.

Please, save your talented
fingers for shot put.

We spent a lot
of money for you

to go to that
big sports school.

It's alright, father.

Let me help like
when I was little.

The only way to properly
repair a tire

is to remove
the damaged material,

fill the void with rubber,

and seal the inner liner
with our repair unit.

A plug or patch by itself
is not a acceptable repair.

The plug or patch does not
fill the void

left by the penetrating object.

The tire will start to corrode
the steel belts.

Not all tires can be repaired.

When tires are repaired
improperly,

the results can be deadly.

I hope Father can make it to my
final shot-put exam tomorrow.

Good luck with the final
shot-put exam tomorrow.

I'm sorry Daddy is
too busy to make it.

Your mother would be so proud
if she were still alive.

She was the anchor
for her school's team.

Because of her skill,
her team won every match.

I know that
her beautiful spirit

will be watching
over you.

I will do my best
to make both of you...

proud.

I am but a simple
tire repairman,

but knowing that you are
a talented shot-put girl

like your mother fills me
with...

pride.

Oh, no.
I'm going to be late.

Why would Makasu-senpai
want to hang out

in that empty classroom?

[ Tink! Tink! Tink!
Tink! Tink! Tink! ]

[ Moaning ]

Oh, yeah.
Hmm, Bocini.

Oh, no.

[ Panting ]

Where is Bucket?

The exam begins
in 15 minutes,

and we can't have our anchor
fail out of school.

Is everything alright?
You look upset.

I'm fine.
I can do this.

I won't let you down.

I will do my best.

Bucket: [ To herself ]
Don't think about it, Bucket.

You should have known
you never had a chance.

You're not sexy and rugged
and Italian

like the bocce ball teacher.

You're just a little, nubile, slender-fingered shot-put slut.

Just focus on the game, Bucket,
and make your mother proud.

Ha!

[ Whistle blows ]

Man:
You suck at shot put.

Bucket, can you do this?

We can't have you flunk.

You're making a fool
of the whole class!

Father,
you made it for me.

I can do it.
I promise. Huh!

[ Whistle blows ]

Hey, look, it's Bucket.
Hey, Bucket.

Don't screw up
at the shot-put test

or you'll be expelled
from school forever, Bucket.

[ Panting ]

Ha! Ha!

Go, Bucket!
I love --

Oh, my eye!

Whoopsie, I killed my dad

because I was distracted
by Makasu.

Narrator:
"Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu"

[ Wind howling ]

Damn it!

Line up, boys.
Let me get a good luck at you.

[ To himself ]
Yeah, that's a good-looking

set of boys we got this year.

Surely All Supotsu
Sports Academy for All Sports

will make finals and win that big tennis trophy.

And maybe I'll finally
get that big promotion.

Plus I still have
my secret weapon,

the talented
all-star sports boy...

[ Echoing ] Makasu!

Where's that Makasu, anyways?

[ Groaning ]

Makasu?

Makasu, what's wrong?
Are you injured?

Can I get you
any blue sports drink?

[ Groaning continues ]

Oh!

Oh!

Makasu.

Oh.

[ Crying ]
It's my grandfather.

He was wounded
in a rac-quet-ball accident

at the rac-quet court.

Ooh!
I was there.

And I blame myself.

And now
I have emotional pain.

[ Crying ]

And it's my fault

and my emotional pain
is...

[ Mumbling ]

I've got a lot of emotional pain
right now.

I'm -- I'm gonna...

Aah!

Ooh!

Ay yi yi yi.

No, he's running away!

Oh!

Makasu -- he had so much
potential.

How could you drop out of this
tennis program

so suddenly like this?

[ Crying ]

Damn it!

M-- Makasu, wait!

Please don't do this!

We can talk about it.

I'm sure after some therapy,
you'll be fine.

No, you don't understand.

Makasu, let's go here.

Huh?

You've been
on thin ice lately.

The whole
tennis program has.

Haven't won a match
in four years.

And we're a goddamn
sports academy!

I know, sir.

And now I hear a student --
no, not just a student,

but a third year
with all S grades

throughout his time here
at Supotsu All Academy --

he's run out of your class,
topless and sobbing?

Uh, sir, he --I won't hear it.

Fix your shit,
piss pants.

Poor Makasu!

I was so focused
on my own pain,

the tournament,
the big trophy...

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

...the promotion.

[ Crying ]

As -- as a teacher,

I should be there
for my students

when they're at their worst.

[ Tires screeching ]

What's wrong with me?

♪♪

♪♪

Ha! Time Devils!

Let's grab his papers!

I've got it!
Aah!

My American football term paper

for American Football
Term Paper class!

Stop, you pestilent Time Devils.

Leave the boy alone!

Oh, my God.
It's him.

It's that man.

He's told us to stop.

Ahh.
The power of time!

[ Gibberish ]

Whew-wee.

That takes care of that.

Goblin: I am the helpful
custodian of All-Sportsu.

I also work fighting against
Time Devils

who like to mess with time.

My name is...

Time Lord Tim.

I am the custodian
of time space,

and this is my
Time Piece Puzzle.

It allows me to control
and harness the power of time.

Now run along.

Back to sports class
with you.

You wouldn't want to be late
with that term paper,

would you,
my good boy?

Well...
Gee, thank you, mister.

I am the friendly custodian
of All Supotsu Sports Academy

for Sports Students.

It brings me such joy to help
these fine young students

in any way that I can,

be it defending them
from mischievous Time Devils

or cleaning up
after their dirty accidents.

That is my job.
I must do it. I love them.

All with the help
of my Time Piece Puzzle,

a great
and powerful artifact

that I received
such a long time ago.

I won the Time Piece Puzzle
from a giant grandfather clock

in the great battle that lasted
for just a single moment

and all of eternity,
all at once.

[ Bell rings ]

Ugh, so dehydrated.

You know what they say.

As soon as one mess
is cleaned up,

another one
takes its place.

Don't you worry
because worry not.

I control the power of time.

Uh-huh.
I'll clean it.

Right in the hole
where pies ago.

You fool!
What have you done?

This is no laughing matter.

Your actions will have
dreadful consequences.

Oh, no!

[ Time Devils laughing ]

I've got fingers!

No.
Please!

Makasu, help!

He's going to scramble
my eggs. Ow.

We're going to put you
through puberty

until you barf
your genitals, Tim!

Ohh! My brains!
Ow! My gentils!

Get away from that
weird-looking janitor,

you demon bastards!

Hyo.
Hyo.

Hyo. Hyo. Hyo.

Weird little man.
Are you okay?

I warned you, Makasu.

These events will have
cosmic consequences.

And now, because of you,

my teen gentils
are fused to my brain.

Ooh.
I'm a mess.

I'm a big mess,
and no one will clean me.

Agh.

And now I'm dead.

Ah, wow.

Oh, boy.

[ Bell rings ]

I had fun
being your soccer partner.

Those were
some great kicks.

Bye, everybody!

I had a lot of fun
playing soccer today.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?[ Gasps ]

Looks like two
beautiful young men

with frosted tips
and pockets.

[ Shuddering ]
Who are you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I go to the nearby
public school,

and I want you to hand
over all of your valuables.

You bully!

Have a taste
of my ultimate technique!

[ Echoing ]
Electric Scorpion Kick!

Hi-yah!

Foul!

Witness now my
ultimate technique.

Instead of wasting my time
with useless training drills

and team-building exercises,

I combined the ancient art
of tattooing using henna dye

prepared from
the Egyptian privet plant

with the modern science
of steroid technologies,

generating these.

My hennaroids!

Hey!
No fair!

That's cheating!

All you
little academy kids,

running around kicking

your own
spotted pentagon balls.

It makes me sick.

Now arm wrestling.

That's a real sport.

Ooh.
Ow, ow, ow.

You.
You're the bully

targeting
my fellow students

at the All Supotsu Academy.

You're showing
bad supotsu-manship.

If you're going to arm wrestle
anyone, bully,

arm wrestle me.

You wish
to challenge me?

[ Laughing ]

So be it.

You see now, Makasu?

You cannot beat me.

I possess the ancient Egyptian
power of arm wrestling.

Your sports
cannot save you now.

You underestimate
the power

of modern
regulation sports.

[ Yelling ]

I don't know how
this is happening.

You have bested me
in an honorable way.

I guess being a bully
isn't how --

I will now strip
you of your power.

No.

And your money.

And also their money.

Hey, ma.
I'm back early.

My bullying got cut short.

No. No.
Run away.

Hey.

Don't try nothing, you stupid
noodle-armed little punk.

Mother.

Nooo!

[ Gunshot ]

If only I hadn't
come home early.

If only I didn't have
these noodle arms.

This is all your fault.

Akari: When I was a girl,
I wanted to be a secretary.

My mother and I would often
visit a simple countryside

rice porridge eatery.

The taste of the rice porridge
they served

always brought me joy.

When I grow up,
I want to be a secretary.

Sorry, honey, but you're
too plain-looking

to be a secretary.

Aw.

Why don't you
sell some flowers

so no one
has to look at your face?

They're distracted
by the flowers,

and not your ugly face.

Mmm!

Shut up.
Mommy's eating.

So I hid my plain face behind
the beautiful blossoms

of my flowers.

I would return to the rice porridge restaurant every year,

even after my mother passed.

Mommy, why is that woman
so plain?

Shh.
I told you.

Don't look
at plain-looking women.

They're different.

Thanks for the flowers.
Have a nice day.

Years passed until one day I
met a handsome young stranger

at the same
simple country eatery.

He was foreign, a tourist.

After lunch, he insisted on coming back with me to my cart.

Man 2: There are
so many flowers here.

I can't decide
on which ones to buy.

Which flowers do you
like the most?

M-- me, sir?

Yes.
You.

Well, I've always admired
the beautiful red carnation.

Ah.
Of course.

They are striking.

The red carnations
it is, then.

No.
Keep them.

They suit you.

Soon I became his bride,

and on my wedding day,

I carried red carnations.

It's like a little flower.

You're like
a little flower.

Every day, I made my husband

the same rice porridge
from my childhood.

Every day, I hid my plain face
behind the flowers in my cart.

I have found peace in the
simple way I live my life.

Ooh!
Stop!

I must buy all your plants!

Here's all my money!

Oh, my!
Thank you, sir!

I'm running in place
to burn calories.

Have a nice day!

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Men moaning ]

Oh, yeah.
Oh.

Oh, we're making out.

Oh, Italian!
Ah, ooh!

Beautiful.
Like a red carnation.

Bocce instructor:
Smells like -- mmm.

Smells like rice porridge.

I hate when you interrupt
our sex for porridge.

My God.
She caught me having an affair

with my student
and killed herself

and made herself
into rice porridge.

My God!
She's a rice porridge!

No! No! No!

Can't believe...it.

Ahahuhuhahaahhhh.

[ Crying ]

Stop crying!
Ignore the guilt!

They're all dead
'cause of me!

But, Makasu...
No.

You can't let this
get to you.

I told you, God damn it,
don't let Supay get to you!

[ Laughs ]

Looks like the little sportsman
is out of commission.

Too bad his big, bad journey
had to end so soon.

No!

I'm a second-degree murderer
in the cosmic degree

and a first-degree
murderer of gods.

But I've always been murdering
since the beginning.

Everyone,
I'm a murder man,

not a sportsman.

No. No.
No. No.

No one can resist the guilt
of the projections

of the knowledge of death

that the god of death
has projected into their mind

with his big,
beautiful, sexy eyes.

Ahh.

Uh, 15-15.

Aw, gosh.

He's just going to easily
score points

if you lie down like that.

I don't deserve to win.

Supay!

You think you can just drain
this sportsman tennis boy

of all his power and energy
with guilt?

Think?!
You boogie woogie bubble butt.

I just did!

30-15.

So cocky, so damn proud

of your mind tricks
and your big eyes.

They're big and sexy eyes,
damn it! Hyah!

Sorry.
Ooh la la.

Makasu is better
than your guilt,

your brainwashing,

your boogie-woogie
dancing antics.

You're the bumble-butt
boogie woogie --

I just said you were.
Hyah!

But the truth is...

you're ashamed, Supay.
Hyah!

Ashamed of your tiny,
real tiny,

just small, tiny eyes!

Ooh!
No.

My big, beautiful, sexy eyes.

Ohhh.

Oooh.

I'm becoming ugly, small bones.

Bones.

Wow. You defeated him
by destroying his m--

fake eyes and revealing
his tiny, real tiny,

just small, tiny eyes.

Chirp chirp.

Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear?

Hmm, chirp?You're snuggling me now,

even though I was acting like
a real man's brown Starburst.

You've lived your life
ignoring most consequences,

and all I ask,
all I've ever asked,

is to take those moments
of guilt, of emotion,

and forget them.

Move past them.

No one else matters.

It's true.

Ever since my grandfather
lost his mind,

I've gone numb to the world,
but you're saying...

I should be numb?

That no one else matters?

Except for me,
helping you in tennis.

These are your most important
sports fights yet.

Chirp.

Hey, I'm in the cuddle
puddle, too.

What a weird way for this
tennis match to end.

Narrator: Within "tennis",
there is an "I".

Eye translated to Quechua
is Nawi.

I like to think of it
as the soul hole.

You have the cornelius
which produces tears,

the iris which surrounds
the main sphere,

the receptor grid with rods
and cones lining the perimeter,

the fovic mass,
and of course the color torus.

If people have less rods
than cones,

they may see
more angular shapes.

If people have more cones
than rods,

they see more spherical shapes.

With your eyes, you can fixate
on an object

to absorb the color spectrum
known as red through violet.

People ask what colors
the eye can see,

but the question should be
what colors can the eyes be?

Purple, sea foam, copper,
pubus, and green.

Soul, souls, souls, souls,

purpose of the eye
is to seek the soul, soul,

the purpose of the eye
is to seek the soul, soul soul,

to see -- to see,

the sole purpose of the eye
is to see --

the sole purpose of the eye
is to see the window --

the sole purpose of the eye

is to see the window
of the soul...

The windows, the windows
the windows...

Eye, eye, eye, eye...

Chair Umpire:
Do not panic

if suddenly
your eyes give out in a bout

of tremor or panic.

Ugh.

Because an impression of an eye

can be made and saved
and bought and taught.

Feel the weight of your eyes,
feel the weight of your eyelid,

now let your eyelid slide,

now place your eyelid
over your eye, crying.

Do you cry?
Open your eyes.

Of all the senses, sight
is the third most visual.

We have two eyes.

We have two eyes.
We have two eyes.

In order to see.
In order to see.

In order to see
what is before us.

See what is before us.
See what is before us.

Reflections,
refractions refracting

off refractions.

The center of the iris, what you
may not know of the iris,

two eyes is that
we have a third eye.

Sight.

Sight is the third
most visual sight.

Visual sight.
Visual sight.

Visual sight.

Visual center of the eye.

Third eye. Third eye.
Third eye.

Iris. Iris.
Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris.
Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris.
Iris. Iris.

Iris. Iris.
Iris. Iris.

Iris...

pect you.

The God of Tennis
teaches Makasu

to suppress guilt
with the power of alcohol,

but they're ambushed
by Khan, god of the wind,

and his surprise friend,
Kataquill, god of thunder.

Can Makasu deal with a doubles
tennis match on his own?

Tune in next year

for "Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu
Chapter 4:

Break Point".

♪♪

♪♪

Narrator: Makasu is no match
for the god of death, Supay.

Look into my big sexy eyes,
Makasu.

They're super duper sexy.

Take off Supay's sexy eyes to
reveal his hidden creepy eyes.

Outer space Makasu
action figure

including a box
of freeze-dried ice cream and --

Hi, Makasu.

♪♪

Hi, Makasu.
It's good to see you.

Bucket's father has
ball-shooting action.

Be careful.
My grandfather had a nail

shoot through his eye
when he was hammering.

It's about time...

I showed up
as an action figure.

Time Lord Tim manipulates time

with his puzzle
piece-spinning belt.

Finally, you can erase
all those mistakes

you made
in junior college.

Holy crap!
It's Paint Brush Makasu!

Now I can paint any tennis
opponent into a corner.

Hey, Makasu!

Get ready for a beating
with my big muscle arms!

Check out these
gnarly tats, bruh.

The Bully covered in tattoos
that g-- g-- g--

glow in the dark!

Radical!

Hey, I'ma here to teach you
how to play bocce ball!

Italian bocce ball instructor!

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming continues ]

"Gammeu Setto Machu Picchu"
action figures and play sets.

My name is Makasu, and I'm
an international sportsman

and religious relic thief.

You might have heard
of my heists

and my famous abilities
in sports.

I always travel with my servant,

Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear,

who lives in my back
pocket dimension.

My most recent quest involves
challenging all the Incan Gods

to tennis for the treasure
of South America.

On this journey I actually met
the French God of tennis,

friends with these Incan Gods,

who's been helping me
put them all to rest,

and thus kill them after
defeating them at tennis.

A little while ago, Supay, the
God of death and a trickster,

flooded my mind
with guilty memories.

And now, I don't feel so good.

Makasu?
Do you still not feel so good?

I'm trying hard to forget
my feelings,

like you said,
but the memories are lingering.

Uku Pacha may be behind us,
God of Tennis.

But I'm still here.
In my head.

Let me try to be better
at helping you.

There's an old French fable
by Jean de la Frompe

about an old worm
and an old rat.

I'm going to tell it to you now.

♪♪

Whatever could that
strange sound be?

Oh, a worm!
You gave me a fright.

Damn!
Are you digging a hole?!

I was until you came
bursting in!

I only burst through because

I was just so excited
to see you, dear.

I have wonderful news!

Is it news about how helping me
fill my hole?

No! I was just at the
Font a le Bean's table junction,

and I heard mutterings
among the folks there

that there is to be a contest!

And I think you and I have
a great chance of winning it!

Ooh, ooh!
What is the contest?

We simply have to guess at the
day of the first rain of winter!

And if we guess correctly
we will win the prize!

And what is the prize?

It seems that the vermin
holding the contest want

to keep it a secret.

Oh, a secret prize?

Go away, Old Worm!

I'm not going through all
the hassle of entering a contest

when I don't even know what
the prize is in the first place.

But we have an advantage,
Old Rat, my dear.

And what is that?

Your old bones!

My old bones?Your old bones!

Ahh, how my old bones possibly
gonna know when it's gonna rain?

Old Rat, you know
as well as I do

that you can always tell
when it is going to rain

because your old bones
always ache.

Ah, old worm, my old bones
they only ache,

when it's about to rain
and the first rain is in winter

and it is fall.

I did not think about that.

Oh, Worm, you don't --
you don't think about anything.

Even so.

Oh, Worm, don't be
so down and out.

I think I got an idea.

♪♪

Oh, my old bones!Are they aching?

Yeah, they are, but it's
too early for the first rain!

Oh, let us run down
to the guessing booth!

Perhaps we can make it in time!

Okay!

We have a new guess
from when its gonna rain.

It's today!

Oh, is that so?

That is very silly.

It is still fall.

We would like to submit
our guess.

If you insist.

♪♪

What's next then?
Did it rain?

Was the rat right?
What happened?

What's important isn't whether
or not they were right,

but that they had a journey
together that day

and shared fashion hats.

Be in the moment,
not in the past.

Every moment is beautiful.

Wow, like when I waited in line
at Cobie City Electronics

for the new Cobie game cream

and they didn't make enough,
so no one got any.

Wow.
But hanging out in line?

That's an experience
I never wanna forget.

It's not the results --

except also I wanna get
the treasure of South America.

I also have one other way
to help deal

with your guilt
and memories.

It's this building called Bar,
where they serve alcohol drinks.

[ Man singing in Japanese ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I regret not buying a house
years ago,

when it was a buyer's market.

I regret not apologizing
to my mother years ago,

when she was still alive.

I regret letting my marriage
fall apart years ago,

when I worked too much.

It's a good thing we're taking
a break at this bar

to learn about erasing
regrets with alcohol.

Now I understand why my dad
always told me

he drank to forget.

Ah, mmm --
because it works!

Yes, it helps.

Drink.All: Drink.

I'll get the next round.

I have some regrets to share.

But you're put together
and have a red hat!

What regrets could a person
like you

possibly have if you've got
that kind of hat?

I don't want to talk about mine
just yet.

Let's hear about yours first.

Bartender!
Your finest whiskey.

Oh.Time to spill.

It was a blue house
with a red door.

I wish my indecisiveness let me
buy it sooner.

It was a stupid argument
about loans.

I wish I told her I didn't need
to borrow her money.

I wish I told my mother
I loved her.

It wasn't my fault
for being unfaithful.

I wish I never got caught.

I wish I never had a secretary.

I wish I had a prettier wife.

Why did this have
to happen to me?

Ahh, yes!
Wonderful.

And you, child?

[ Slurping ]

It's fitting you ask in a way.

♪♪

Just recently
an Incan god of death

tried to fill me
with regret,

shaming me for
my hyper-sexual past

and for the people
I killed indirectly.

But thankfully, my friend
the God of Tennis

brought me here and taught me
how to neuter these feelings

with booze!

That's not a real regret!

You better give me
what I want or else.

I like these.

Can I have another one of these?
I like them.

I am the Regret Demon

and I will
feast on your past mistakes!

Now speak, you pathetic human,
or I will kill you!

Sorry, but my only regret now

is that it took me
so long to discover whiskey.

Whiskey is delicious!

I wasn't much of a drinker
before.

I'd only drink socially,
you know, just to fit in.

But, man, this whiskey stuff,
it tastes like wood.

Ugh!

I guess I don't have regrets,
either.

Ugh!

I guess my regret
is pointless anyways.

Ugh!

I guess my regret

teaches me
to be a better person!

Noooooooooo!

The truth is, Makasu, I knew
the Regret Demon would be here

and I knew that you were
vulnerable and weak after Supay.

But I knew that you could also
take the lessons from the fable

about the Old Rat and Worm
from Jean de la Frompe.

You know what, God of Tennis?

Let's all dance!

♪♪

Yeah, ha-ha!

Running.

[ Snorts ]

I'm very hungover.

With all you've accomplished
I sometimes

forget your mortal stamina
for alcohol.

I'm fine with having two beers

and then feeling
all funny inside.

But now I feel like
making bottom throw up.

Aww, Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear

does a little puke, just like in
the movies -- Hollywood!

[ Chirp ]You're right.

It's good to be out
of Uchu Pacha

and be here,
among the fresh air.

The pacha are distinct,
separate worlds,

but as we've seen, they are
connected through passageways.

Such as the mountainous
Under Andes

we took to spring cave
that led us to the Supay.

Ow -- bleh!

Oh, you stupid flying bear.

Everyone knows that quinoa grain
map tastes

just like normal quinoa,
which is a bad taste.

Makasu, please.

Don't shit all over the food
of this country

while I'm explaining a diagram
of the different

planes of existence
in the Incan cosmos.

[ Flatulence ]
I can't help but dump poo

all over
the local tubers and flora.

He's right.
I shouldn't try and change him.

Some men just dump poo all over
local tubers and flora.

I can't help but dumpu.

Whoa?!Huh!

Aahhh.

What is this? Hold on, wait, let
me pull up my pants real quick.

What is this wind
that's brewing?

Oh!
Uh oh!

Everybody!

Whoap!

Gotta avoid this male defecate!

Whoa, the chair umpire almost
rolled into my brown dumpu!

Chair Umpire!

Sorry to blow in with the wind.

[ Laughs ]
Very funny to me.

Okay, listen.

Your wildest challenge
is yet about to c--occur!

Is yet about to occur.

Uh-oh.Makasu!

The chair umpire means
to tell us

our journey is
being interrupted by Kon.

Ron!

[ Chirp ]No, Ron! Ron!

Kon!
With a K!

Ron!Kon!

[ Grunting ]

My hair's going everywhere,
like a big pork.

Ah, kick! Kick! Kick!

♪♪

-Fwah!
-Ron!

Kon! Kon! Kon!Nope.

Kon, like Kon-traceptive.
Kon!

That's right, Kon,
the boy wind god,

is here for tennis.

I blow wind up your ass.
[ Laughs ]

Very funny.

♪♪

Oowee.

Makasu the sportsman.

Now he's playin' tennis
with that wind god O'Kon.

You know the wind been
pretty foolishly strong lately.

The wind blew too much,

I don't think I can have
my little campfire here.

He'd blow it right out,
blow it right over.

Fire go flying down the road.

Wind can do all kinda things.

Oh, for instance last week,
the wind blew so hard,

it blew all the dirt right off
my old dog's back,

and down the tip of the tail
and right off.

I didn't even have to give him
a bath the next day.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

That old wind is not gonna
blow me away

or my toasty campfire tonight.

Whoa!

What Mr. Wind blew in now?

Looks like a short
animated classic of Makasu.

Eight years ago and I'll
take it too, you know why?

'Cause we been so down and out
lately and feeling sad,

I think something sweet
and cheerful like this

might be a good break.

From the old
hypermasculinity of sport.

[ Beeping ]

Go on in there little feller.

[ Beeping ]

Makasu Quick Sports Memory.

♪♪

The facts are this, Rivers.

We know Makasu is battling
the gods of Slavic paganism,

and that's
the only facts we have.

I'm sorry we don't
have more facts.

The chill of the wind here,
snow...

It's all beautiful.

Your wife and your son
should be at the safe house now.

I-I'm sure you're used
to the drill.

Yeah, two years
I've been after this guy.

It's been tough, but I feel like
we all enjoy the excuse

to see the world.

It's a struggle for Sonia,
my wife, sometimes,

but she is doing her best
to be able to work from home.

You know?
I really look up to you.

Oh, my piss.Yeah-ah!

Formula One racecar!
Nice!

Ugh, Bendy Rivers, my nemesis.

That is a Formula One racer.

Luckily the old fool
doesn't yet realize

the favorite sport
of the Slavic deities

is Formula One racing and that
that racer is my racer

from beating them all in
Formula One racing.

Besides, I've already defeated
Ognebog, the fire god,

and took Pakobhhk,
the herb that unlocks

and opens everything
locked or closed.

They say that only tortoises
can recognize it.

Whoa.

Hello, everyone,
at Cobie City Speedway!

My name is Cobie,

and I am the CEO
of Cobie City Electronics.

You may recognize me as one
of the most eligible bachelors

in this month's
DVD+R Magazine,

and I pioneered this
state-of-the-art

Cobie 360 jumbotron.

It's 3-D, and it's 360 degrees.

Look at it move.

This is a gorgeous day

for the highly anticipated
race between Makasu,

the sportsman
who cannot be defeated,

and Ognebog,
the fire god

of Slavic pagan mythology
and folklore,

whose flames may very well
consume Makasu today.

One thing that the fire
cannot consume

is the fire-resistant
Cobie Coob Brick,

a wireless 8k streaming device,

available for sale at vendors
across the speedway.

Makasu, you will know defeat

when you feel the full power
of my 45 degrees.

45 degrees Celsius?

What's that in Fahrenheit?

78?
Ooh, 78.

Today will be the last sporting
event of your pathetic life.

Ognebog, the fire god,
this is hot.

Ooh, 78.

Whoa.

Look at their heated exchange
and look at their tires.

So thick!

If you would like to make
your own tires this big

and never have
a flat tire again,

look under your seats for
the 10% off coupon

of a Cobie Tire Inflater,
on sale now!

And look in the sky!

Bobcat Dylan, the Cobie City
Hang Glider Expert

and Advertiser.

Doesn't he seem excited
about our new inflaters?

Now look in the stands.

It's Triple Trout,
our Cobie City Spokes-fish,

selling inflaters
whenever you want one.

Audience:
Triple Trout, we love you!

And now, here's a quick video
I made to advertise

the Tire Inflater to you.

Whoa.
Slow down!

It looks like you
have a flat tire.

I'll inflate it.

I just need the last four digits
of your Social

to unlock the tire.

Go ahead, and I'll enter them

on the keypad below
when you're ready.

Thanks for the digits.

You're good to go.

[ Air hissing ]

Hello.
I'm Bobcat Dylan,

official hang glider of
Cobie City marketing.

And I'm Triple Trout,

the official
spokes-trout of Cobie City.

You should buy a tire inflater.

They're not that expensive
and they work.

You can't blow your own tires.

Cobie City Electronics.

Have we leaked the tires
of every car

in parking lot, Kiwi?

We have deflated
all the tires in the lot.

We anticipate record sales.

Yeah?
That's great!

What a delight!

Cobie, what
an electronics mogul.

And to be here at his raceway.

You know, Ognebog,
I've got all of his products.

I've got the Cobie Branch,

I got the Cobie Ear Muffys,

the Cobie Smart Freeze.

I've been saving up
for Cobie electronics

since I was 14 years old
when I was back in high school.

And I was packing bags,
at the paper bag store.

Shut up, capitalist scum!

Capitalist scum?
Is that the new MP3 player?

Racers!

On your mark!

Get set!
Go!

Goodbye, goodbye!Huh?

Oh.
Ah.

My tires deflated!

We even drained Makasu's tires?

It wasn't supposed to happen,
but we can fix it.

We can sell Makasu
a tire inflater.

It'll look great for our brand.

Yes! Our tire inflater
is his only hope.

I like your thinking.

Ahem, everyone, everyone!

If you need a Tire Inflator,

don't forget the Cobie City
mascot Triple Trout

is perusing the stands now,
selling them from his basket.

How many have we sold,
Triple Trout?

We sold three!

Listen to this song!

Isn't it catchy?

I remixed it with the sound
of my own leaking tires.

You've heard of EDM music.

What do you think about ETM,
electronic tire music?

It's catchy, right?

Triple Trout has a tire inflater
for sale in the a-- here?

Looks like I'll be spending
my money here in Serbia,

helping their economy.

I need that Cobie Tire Inflater!

[ Engine revving ]

Trout man, I need a rip
of your inflater.

No cash. We need a bank card
or a Cobie Currency Card.

I'm in the middle of a race!

Come on, Triple Trout, your boy
only got this much paper money.

Hey, man, we need a card with
some valid information on it.

It's for security reasons.

I'm not trying to take
your identity or anything.

I'm not an identity thief!

No way, man.Thank you very much.

Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

Come back here.

Here we go.

Now I'm off.
I'm off.

Hey, I think that trout
stole my identity!

♪♪

Aahh!
Meeit!

Sesuki.

Aah.
Thanks a lot, comrades!

Huh?

Oh, I love vanilla
ice cream sandwiches

in those soggy brown cookies.

I will your melt ice-cream
sandwich.

[ Speaking foreign language ]

Oh, no.
My ice-cream sandwich

is doing
a melt all over my pants.

And it's very sticky and messy.

Oh, gosh.

It's a sticky
and messy race now.

Ahh!
Ugh!

Ahhh!

Dear Makasu, the flames
will consume you here in Serbia.

♪♪

Aah!

Send me a postcard
from wherever it is

you Slavic gods
go to lose, Ognebog.

I love collecting postcards.

[ Crash ]

What? No way!

Surprise, surprise, little boy.

It won't be that easy.

Tiny dancer, you have reached
the end

of the yellow
brick road, Makasu.

[ Grunting ]
I'm uusing my tire inflater.

I-It's my last hope.

Uh, ah.

Gotta use the inflater.

Uh-uah.

Wouldn't it be nice
to buy a tire inflater?

Hey, Bobcat!

Let's finish this!

Cobie Electronics
has two mascots.

One is a trout,
and one is a flying man.

The trout is meant
to connect with teenagers.

The flying man is meant to
connect with horny rude wives.

Women were not satisfied
by their husbands,

so they think
of the flying man

and think that
he'll take them away.

[ Engine revving ]

♪♪

This will not be the last
that you see of me, Makasu.

Dasvidaniya!
-What a race!

Congratulations, Makasu!

I may have one a race against
a god of fire today, Ognebog,

whom I have defeated
in Formula One racing

in order to get this,
Pakobhhk,

the herb that opens
everything locked or closed.

But I think I realized something
even more important,

ladies and gentleman.

Maybe the gods of today
are closer than we think.

Cobie, your amazing products
are in all of our homes,

listening to every word
we say.

Fire, who needs fire today?

Who has a fireplace?

And in a way, is this man
not more of a god

than this obsolete
charred dust person

Ognefer-fer--
That's something to think about.

That's a theme, I think.

That's an idea.

And I don't think
anyone's written about it.

I'm going to the shower room
of lockers and rinse myself off.

♪♪

Sometimes
I wonder if just filling up

this back pocket dimension
with stuff is burying myself

in my own
metaphorical isolation.

But then I remember
I'm in my early 20s

and I don't have time
to worry about anything.

But maybe then also do I wonder
if I actually want a friend.

♪♪

[ Knocking at door ]

Huh?
Oh, cool, a box.

[ Grunting ]

Dang it.

Duh, Pakobhhk.

Whoa!
Oh, sick!

My Back Pocket Dimension Flying
Bear slave came in the mail.

Who needs friends when
you have media

and an unpaid intern animal bear
flying in your back pocket?

♪♪

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Here are all the identities
I stole.

Thank you, Triple Trout.

We will add all of these
identities to the newsletter,

and we'll finally
achieve diamond status.

Hey, I think my
tire inflater broke.

Come on, guys,
let's get outta here.

Can you actually fly with
all of us on this hang glider?

Yeah.
I trust the wind!

[ Harmonica notes playing ]

♪♪

Diamond status.

That may or may not offer
insight into our characters

or the events at hand
or even the -- the themes of --

of wind and, well,
the way it blows by.

I do know we don't have
much time

'cause this life
is mighty short,

and the way that wind
will sneak up

on you and blow
around the corner

a good thing or not a cocoon
laying up on the windowsill.

'Cause then we might just
tumble off,

and next thing you know
we're going to a party

but now just a big pile
of yellow goop on the ground.

Well, let's see.

Uh, let me get back on track.

Uh, why don't we, uh,
just follow that wind

and check back up on Makasu

and his tennis match
with the Incan god Kon.

I-I-I think it's been
8 years now.

Take caution, Makasu.

Kon is the only child of Inti,

the Incan Sun God,
and Mama Killa, the moon.

Through his gradual
mental decline over the years

Kon has become a pompous,
wind-filled monster,

who also benefits from many
years of private tennis lessons.

He may have the body of a child,

but he has the strength
of an average man.

Guh!

Kon, you may have the power
of a thousand winds,

but you stink real bad,

like someone spilled beer
on a lost dog.

Like young hormones and
the inside of an artichoke.

Aah.

You think you have the skills
to defeat me, mortal?

Let's see what you can do.

♪♪

I hit balls!

Impressive.

You will be an excellent
challenge.

Destroying the others
must have been good practice.

But I'm a whole different game.

Fat chance,
you small little freak.

The game hasn't changed.

Last time I checked,
it's still the game of tennis.

Nasty boy hate stare!

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Huh?! Rain?

Was that old rat right?

Looks like we're in
for some nasty weather.

Perhaps you should
rethink this, mortal.

Incan rainstorms
are unlike any other.

Forfeit this match and go back
to the puddle of mud

you grew out of.

If I can handle Mama Cocha's
water balls and waves,

I can handle
your light pruning, Kon.

Maybe you're the one
who's getting tired.

Just a little winded.

Ugh, my fingers
and whole body --

so raisin-y.

Back Pocket Dimension
Flying Bear!

[ Chirp ]Get me my windbreaker!

To counter this wind
I need no ordinary artifact,

but rather a personal artifact!

♪♪

The hand-me-down windbreaker
from my grandfather.

Grandfather!

♪♪

Looks like your
emotional instability

will be your downfall.
Hunh!

You!
Nasty boy hate stare!

♪♪

You do have anger that scars
the heavens, human.

Heh, yeah.Oh, no.

Has Kon created a gash
in the heavens

just small enough to allow?

We heard you've been doing
tennis murders, man.

That's not cool, man.

Catequil's particular dementia
involves him

saying the word "man" a lot.

Man, thanks for opening
that brief Pacha Gash for me

to slip through and give you
big swipe tennis slices, man.

Let's suffocate this creep
with the very air he breathes.

Huh!Man, that sounds chill, Man.

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Ugh.

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Two people at tennis
for doubles.

How can I even manage?

They're just hovering there,
aware of their lead, taunting.

[ Tennis ball bouncing ]

Phuah!Uh!

Ugh!

Ow! Ugh!

You simply don't have the power
to even stand against me.

It's almost a good thing
Catequil is here.

Man, I'm the life
of the party, man!

I've done everything.

Like I kissed three chicks
in one night.

Ca-caw!Ouch, big rocks.

Hip lunge boast!

Ooh!

Ow!
Ow!

They're playing with my body
like a limp rag doll of a man.

Earlier when I said I wasn't any
good at tennis, I was correct.

I knew I wasn't any good
at tennis.

If you can't even defeat me,
how do you plan to stay alive

against my mother and father?
-Shut up!

They'd smash you
where you stand.

You pulled a trick on him, Kon.

You started a doubles tennis.

So?
You're not my father!

Fwah!

Fwah!Fwah!

Fwah!What?

He resists my God Wind
Fwah Fwah?

It's -- It's true.
You did break the rules.

I was a little nervous to talk
about it, uh,

even though it's my job.

That damn chair!

Always nervous!

[ Whistle screeches ]

Man!

Man!Ugh!

This whistling!

I have done my whistling.

I now will make a ruling.

♪♪

Nothing will change.

What?The ma--

The mortal is gonna fight
the gods as an individual

and then they can play as two.

-What?
-But, Chair, that is not fair.

Sir, they don't call me
the Fair Chair.

They call me the Chair Umpire,
which doesn't even rhyme.

That damn chair.

♪♪

I'm sorry, Makasu.
You were brilliant.

You took down Ekeko, Mama Cocha,
Urcuchillay, Supay.

I don't stand a chance
as an individual.

May I kiss you?

No, sometimes I don't like
intimacy when I'm stressed.

Wait!
Intimacy!

We've touched so many times,
God of Tennis.

We've held wrists and arms
and floated together.

You've been there,
talking in my face

and being sweet
over and over again.

Tell me. Have you felt it?Felt what?

That we could, just one time,

use our powers
of friendly intimacy

to merge our bodies
together to create

one even more powerful
ultra individual.

Ultra individual amazing?

It's dangerous, but I feel like
if we risk it

this one specific time,
we can have an exciting moment

and we can get
the infusion of sports

and tennis abilities
that we need.

-Chair?
-I'm nervous again.

Today is just, like,
kind of an off day for me.

And I've just been like,
really in my own head.

That damn chair.
Always nervous.

Umm.
Yeah, you know what?

Actually, sure, just go for it.

♪♪

Are you ready?

As ready as I'll ever be.

♪♪

Uhhhh.

[ Gurgling ]

I really hope they die
doing that.

It would be a real load
off of my back, man.

Tennis is just
quite a lot of energy.

Hard work.Huh.

Gayayaya!

Gah!
It's in my eyes.

Gayaya!

Oh, yayaya!You're talking scary now!

I wish I could wipe the spit
from my face.

♪♪

Uh, ehh, uhhgh.

Gayaya!

Spine touch!

Bitch, you can talk.
What the heck?

You were just going "gayayaya"?

Spine flisk!

What the heck is a flisk?

♪♪

Huh?

Whoa!
Their merged form?

Tennis rackets for arms!

Cactuses for legs!

Hyah, hyah, hyah!
We are one for tennis.

The rules of tennis
are very strange for me,

even as an expert in tennis.

Very well.
A merged form. Hmpf.

I guess I stand no chance.

Prepare to be shredded
at beef in sport!

Oh, ultra form!
So ultra.

I'm so scared!

Don't hurt me.
Ah hah!

I don't know, Kon.
It seems pretty ultra.

Tennis rackets for arms?

Cactuses for legs?

Pretty ultra.

Shut up.
Fwah!

Hey, wait.

Whoa!

♪♪

[ Chirp ]

They've merged as well?

Don't fear, Makasu.

We're on equal playing
fields now.

Which is better than
where we were before.

On equal fields.

Oh, wow!

♪♪

Hyah!

Fwah!

Hyah, hyah!Grraaahh!

Wow!
You big, strong, ultra boys,

are you ready!

Oh, I got gas.
What?

Yes!
We are ready for tennis!

♪♪

Fwah, fwah, fwah!

H-H-Hyah!

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♪♪

♪ Yuh, aye, backspin

♪ Yo, cut like the wind

♪ Ya, lil boy, like the wind

♪ Dump in

♪ Hit it again
Ooh! ♪

♪ That's your ass

♪ Serve, swag, smash

♪ Hit that thing cross court

♪ You know you knock 'em
last, aye ♪

♪ Hit that thing cross court

♪ I got em runnin' down

♪ I can tell you runnin'
out of stamina ♪

♪ Know I keep them mothaf--
block hot ♪

♪ Boy, you is no match
for my drop shot ♪

♪ Oh, my gosh

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag,
serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag,
serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag,
serve, sauce ♪

♪ Serve, swag, serve, sauce

♪ Serve, swag,
serve, sauce ♪

No. No.
No.

And that's the game,
set, match.

Game! Set! Match!

♪♪

I feel inside broken.

Aah!

We did it.

We ultra-won the form-merging
contest tennis match.

Huh?

Through hell and back and
whatever extraplanar nonsense

we now find ourselves
in, Makasu.

I've found you again.

Wait, Bendy Rivers.

The spiritual detective!

I want to stop him,
but I can't move.

I have orders to shoot you
on sight.

Give me one goddamn reason
I shouldn't kill you right now!

Ugh, my nemesis!

Give me one goddamn reason
I shouldn't kill you right now!

Love.

♪♪

Yeah, it sure is hot,
Flying Dimension Bear.

♪♪

[ Mumbling ]

♪♪

So, what'll you have?

Flaming Nachos of Bethlehem.

I'm here for Jesus H.

You know this.
Spare me the core-malities.

Hey, Jesus Christ, I think
someone's here to see you.

♪♪

Flying Bear, don't embarrass me
in front of Jesus Christ.

Just shut up.

Huh, Stigmeetos.

You're not an easy man to find.

You just had to look
inside yourself.

Come soak your feet,
my baby child.

It's refreshing in here.

♪♪

These little nibblers
are adorable.

Those fish seem to love
your feet, Makasu.

Ooh!

I've heard tale of your
legendary sports prowess,

and I just hope
you'd come to play with me.

Of course.Seek and ye shall find.

Hands.

♪♪

Let's play.

What's that in your ear?

Oh.
A bowling ball.

Oh, wow!

Still don't want anything?Nah.

This will be over soon,
Nachos of Bethlehem.

I respect that.
You know yourself.

[ Grunting ]

Strike follow point!

Bowling!

Cwwoo!

♪♪

Oooh!

Great job, Makasu.

Oh! Unh.

I just love this game.

♪♪

This is silly, Jesus.

You could never catch up
with me.

I've already won.

But you're wrong, Makasu.

Tell me how many pins you see.

Seven.No, Makasu.

7 times 70.

That is my father's love
for you.

But how can Lord love me?

Thief of many relics,

who has come here yet
to challenge and defeat.

How is heaven above full of
so much glow of love?

One is loved
because one is loved.

No reason is needed for loving.

I've been focused
on the wrong thing.

No one has ever
loved me this way.

Ooh.

[ Chirping ]No, please, Flying Bear.

Maybe Bendy Rivers --
I've not been a bad man.

I've wanted to mean something.

Accumulating.

Just to matter, but in the end,

I should probably
just be taken for who I am.

And forgive myself.

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[ Sniffles ]
Even here,

in this outer dimensional
in-between worlds of the Incans,

the sun shines bright.

Maybe the key is having
something to look forward to.

♪♪

Makasu?

Gone again.

Nothing left
but flattened grass,

and I -- hold on.

You can't be serious.

Of all the dumb things you
could do, of all the gullible --

Two years ago, Bethlehem.

You bowl against Jesus Christ
and score a perfect game,

leaving his wrists gaping
as you snag the Stigmata.

Oh, God. How could I be
so easily tricked?

Makasu doesn't learn lessons
from weaker opponents.

He murders them!

Bendy, it's your wife.
I think we should separate.

I've been emotionally cheating
on you with a man from Texas

who has a cool farm
and motorcycles.

[ Beep ]

♪♪

♪ You, like always try to be
like the wind ♪

♪ Suddenly how the love
touched me ♪

♪ Following angels,
flying in the rainbows ♪

♪ Bring me peacefully

♪ Sleep in your arms

♪ Just believe in me,
as I wished going free ♪

♪ Taking through the past
to see, ♪

♪ stop the future in my feet

♪ Being strangers, please

♪ Don't rain in our sunny sky

♪ Wrote this song,
with love, to say goodbye ♪

♪ For the reasons I've got

♪ There are no regrets
to show ♪

♪ How the deeper heartless
could be left behind ♪

♪ Ahhhhhhhhh, ooh, aaah

♪ We always fall down

♪ You try, but it's nice
to say goodbye ♪

♪ Me, as I wished going free

♪ Taking through the past
to see ♪

♪ Stop the future
in my feet ♪

♪ Being strangers, please
don't rain in our sunny sky ♪

♪ Wrote this song,
with love, to say goodbye ♪

♪♪

Woman: That was a very good
song, I like that, yeah.

[ Glass shattering ]

Oh. Well it's a --
I was trying to.

I can't get the drift of it.

With the different sports
and the different locations

and the different characters
that you're putting in there.

I guess the summary was this
young man that was into sports

and he was trying
different areas to perform,

and different kinds of sports
to perform like tennis and --

what was the other?
I can't remember.

Seemed like a --

Well anyways, mainly tennis,
I think, yeah.

So that was what I thought
it was,

this young man trying to their
best and win against all odds.

People take maybe
winning too serious

and they don't really
enjoy the moment

when they're
participating in it,

and it's all about winning
and not experiencing the time

they're actually
participating.

That's what -- the thing now
is mindfulness.

Have you ever heard
of mindfulness?

And I think that's kind of
something new

that's just come up
in the last several years,

and I think mindfulness
is being in the moment

and the moment
that you're in it

instead of thinking about what
happened or what's gonna happen,

but trying to say
right at the time

that you're actually
living in the moment.

I don't know what else --
how else to say it.

Is that your voice on the --
-Man: On the main character?

The whole time?Yeah, I'm Makasu.

Oh, you --
Yeah, it is your voice.

I didn't really recognize
that voice.

Didn't recognize your voice
with that --

Well that -- that was --
that's good.

I mean, it was very in --

I could understand
everything you were saying.

Will people get annoyed
by that voice after a while?

No.
I didn't.

No, it wasn't annoying at all.

It was a pleasant voice.

It's not -- I didn't get
annoyed by your voice.

Three cartons in there
a couple of days ago,

but there's only one
in there now.

♪♪

There's only one.

Va-nil-la.

I prefer that to any other
and then

sometimes put
chocolate sauce on it.

Hersheshies.

Syrup.

♪♪

Makasu's bones ache
after merging so hard,

but sex, drugs,
and rock-hard fake breasts

all cloud Makasu's judgment.

Turn into primordial soup for

"Gammeu Setto Machu
Picchu Chapter 5: Foot Fault."

[ Grunting ]
So, Doc, what's the verdict?

I wanna have a baby boy!

Well, the good news is your
sperm count is off the charts.

You've got more swimmers
than the Titanic.

That's stupid.
Is there bad news?

Yes, it looks like some of
your genetic material

has been damaged.

It's as if someone got rid
of all your genes

related to the sport of tennis.

What?! No!
Damn you, Keke!

Whoa, calm down.
Who's Keke?

Sounds like the name of a shoe.

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I never told you this 'cause
I didn't want to seem braggy.

As a child, I was a tennis
singles world champion.

My main rival was
a Bolivian boy named Keke.

He nearly defeated me
in my final match.

But I used my big,
fast arms to win.

As I scored the winning point,

he stabbed each of my testicles
with an ancient device.

It is my duty to protect
the ancient gods

from your offspring!

He yelled as he stabbed
each of my testicles

with an ancient device.

I didn't think much of it
at the time, and I still don't.

Okay, time for Korea.

I've got to pay more attention
to what I'm shooting at.

Please help me.

They killed my dad and my mom

and my neighbors
and the birds in those trees.

Sorry, baby boy,
we Americans are leaving.

I wanna have a baby boy!

Ah!
I feel bad.

Huuuuh!

Hey, kid, get used to
calling me "new cooler Dad."

Because I'm gonna let you
eat sugary cereals

and stay awake all night

watching scary movies that
stir up your wartime traumas.

Here, have some hard
Army bread.

In America we eat bread

and we're allowed to wear
clothes that aren't beige.

Yep, it's live free or die hard,
and dying's for commies.

I spent weeks teaching that poor
bastard child

my Western morals,
but he just wouldn't listen.

Who was the 15th
U.S. President?

-Millard Fillmore?
-Wrong!

How much water does
the Hoover Dam?

Fuh-Five?

Wrong again!
Give me that!

You don't deserve bread.

Wha.
What the?

Whoa.

My hands pass through.

But you didn't die and now
your wife is pregnant.

How many sons do we have?

The truth is, none.

But also four.

And only one of them will live.

We've done the Super Sportsman
Cloning Project

in a Polish laboratory.

There is a curse in your genes,

and playing God
can only do so much.

Playing Gods?

That's when I decided
I would make sure

whatever clone bastard offspring

I had would spend
a lot of time playing

Rac-quet-ball
with their grandfather

to make up for poor genes.

Also maybe some of this
was a dream.

I'm the main character's
grandfather as a young man.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

The death of Catequil and Kon
has caused the skies to rage,

which may be helpful
in our ritual, but dangerous.

These eyes will open up a space

that a bridge can go
through to Hanan Pacha.

I mean, you say eyes,
God of Tennis,

but those look more like
titties from uh --

ugh, I'm sorry I said that thing
about titties just now.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Chirp?Yeah.

I didn't tell you this,

but after we did
the defeat of Ekeko,

the Chair Umpire
flew me around.

Chair told me I'd be absorbing
the spirits of the Gods

who had passed after
I had defeated them.

Huh? Oh!
Chirp?!

And that's never happened
to me before, God of Tennis.

I've defeated so many spirits
and Gods

and ancient things,

but never have I done
an absorb suck power move.

Sure, right.

I feel Supay in my bones,
Ekeko in my laugh --

like there's untapped power

in their spirits
sleeping inside me.

But I'm too terrified
to channel it

or even admit to myself
that they live within me.

Yeah.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Is this an Incan-specific
related phenomenon?

Hmm. I'm not sure if
I'm listening to this.

So many firsts
on this adventure.

You helped me conquer
my fear of tennis,

we merged and became
a super mega form,

I started drinking whiskey,

and now the echoes
of your old God friends

are dancing like slutty marbles
in my skin.

I've been actively repressing
them every chance I can.

Ahh. I don't know if it makes me
feel weird.

To have the memory of my victims

dancing like slutty marbles
in me.

Mm-hmm.
That's good.

-Huh.
-Repress everything.

Uh, but thanks
for telling me.

Sure.
Right.

Oh, well.
That's fine.

Right.

I know you keep pushing me.Yeah.

But sometimes.Mm-hmm.

When I'm exhausted, like
after the merge we just did.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I start doubting whether or not
I was even meant to do this.

I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I guess I'm just suppose
to not give up,

even if Fate itself
has destined me for failure.

Listen, I've said it
over and over.

Just stop caring
and pursue treasures

and kill anyone
who gets in the way.

Just relax.

Now give me a hug.[ Chirp ]

♪♪

We're here.
The Upper World.

Chirp-chirp.Your tendons must be all sore.

Go rest in the warm water.

Strange: I don't remember this
large hotel complex

being near the hot springs.

Ha-ha-ha!
Wow!

Look at all this
great pork hot tub.

Oh, my [bleep] wet pork!

Are these hot tubs
we can relax in as people?

Chirp-chirp!

Hot Tub!Chirp, chirp!

Ha!
Zip! Fwim! Whoo!

That's right. Melt those
feelings away, Makasu.

Ooh!
Ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha!Wow!

Ah, ha-ha!

Hoo, boy.

That last match really took it
out of my loins.

Thanks for leading us here.
I'm getting all buttery!

[ Cooing, chirping ]

The hot springs of Hanan Pacha

have resurrected
many a traveller.

Ooh, found the bubble spot!

Get in there,
you little bitches.

Yeah, do it.
Do it.

Yeah, do it, ya little bubbles.

Yes!
Enjoy the bubbles!

Shut up, I'm beeping
the bubble --

Ooh, bubble![ Flute playing ]

Wuh? What was that noise?

Whoa!A musical melody?

Look!

[ Giggling ]

Who are you girls?

Were you watching me
do bumble hump?

Hey, they seem to like you.

[ Splashing ]

♪ We heard your moans,
young Makasu ♪

Oh, wow!

♪ And sprung to life
to adore you ♪

♪ Each of us represents
an alluring stereotype ♪

Singing, hmm, huh.

♪ Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid,
feline grace ♪

♪ Bookish Nell wants
to read your face ♪

♪ And Fire Ishi
knows of danger ♪

♪ Yet can't resist
this naked stranger ♪

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ Give up your quest

♪ We'll pleasure every
centimeter of your chest ♪

♪ Sports are for losers

♪ We know what's best

♪ Makasu

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ But first decide

♪ Which one
of us you'd like ♪

♪ To be your bride

♪ Don't make us fight you

♪ Just pick a side

♪ Makasu

♪♪

♪ I like thick boys
with hygiene for days ♪

♪ I can sense you're educated
by your worldly gaze ♪

♪ Did you know that oily rags
can lead to a blaze? ♪

♪ Even proper ventilation

♪ Cannot stop
smoke inhalation ♪

♪ Stay with us forever

♪ Don't make us beg

♪ Your surrender will engender
us to stroke your leg ♪

♪ Tennis is a sham no matter
what that guy says ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Sleep with us forever

♪ Make your pick

♪ You want a kitty
or a bookworm ♪

♪ or sound safety tips?

♪ We need an answer or we
will [bleep] up your shit! ♪

♪ Makasu-u-u

♪ Makasu

What a conundrum.

I want to complete this journey,

but these babes are,
ugh, saying otherwise.

They were awfully
dismissive of tennis.

Hmm. That bothers me.

One of my few
remaining weaknesses --

sins of the flesh!

Makasu, the choice is clear.

Makasu, the choice is clear.

And the choice is me,
oh, wise one.

This reminds me
of ventriloquism.

Yeah.
That's what I do.

I'm the ventriloquist.

Gabe, it's cool.
You can go.

Yeah, it's weird now.

My aunt and uncle who raised me
never approved of me

"throwing my voice."

Called it the warlock's tongue.

Lashed me all strung up
in their beer cellar

and left me
hanging upside down,

my bleeding skin nourishing
their microbrew homestyle

for all their
bearded friends.

♪♪

[ Gasps ]
What a messy boy!

Look at all these dirty things.

If he doesn't clean up his room
soon, he might get grounded.

How will a messy boy make it
to the spring carnival

and find his true love
on the Ferris wheel

if he can't leave his home?

Aww.

Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid
is here to save the day!

Starting to clean is hard.

But once you start,
it can be lots of fun.

Say what you will
about Rivers,

but he certainly
does have an imagination.

And the facts are this.

He riddled that entire hotel

with cameras and microphones
all wired up.

So many close calls.
It's -- It's hard to have hope.

But this time it's just overly
intricate and evolved enough.

And what a costume.

What a costume!

Agh!

Relax!It's just such a -- ugh!

Relax!To get close so many times,

I just need to release it all

beforehand so I don't
get disappointed.

We have more to worry about.

I'm nervous for
Agent Bendy Rivers.

Nervous for Agent Bendy Rivers?

He's four and a half layers up.

Yeah.Here in the Incan heavens.

Hanan Pacha it seems
to be called.

But all previous celestial
satellite imagery

shows this land
was only hot springs.

Maybe it's a new hotel.

If it is, it's very new.

A very new hot spring hotel.

Strange.And look!

Energy readings for more babes.

Yeah, but Rivers is just
pretending to be a babe.

It's not that simple!

These additional babes,

they seem to be
appearing out of nowhere.

Multiplying
at some odd rate.

I'm worried.I farted a little bit.

And I don't see them
on camera yet.

Just shadows in the corners.

Babes just out of sight.

As far as I'm concerned
if these babes

slow down Makasu,
that's a good thing.

I'm just nervous about all
the potential babes.

Things are not what they seem
with these babes.

Dirty clothes go in the hamper.

Toys into the toy chest.

All the school work
goes in your backpack.

And all this goes
in the garbage.

Yuck!
[ Purring ]

You hear Sonia and Bendy
are separating?

Yeah, divorce is awkward.

♪♪

So what're you into these days?

Music, I think.

I like that.
I like that.

Agh!

This is a fun hot spring.

I like the peppermint
flavor part.

Reminds me of, uh,
Christmastime.

I use to suck on the spear --
the spear end of the stick.

That's disgusting.

Make it sharp.

[ Chirping ]

Yup.

I didn't have many friends,
but I'd walk around the creek

and I'd poke the eyes
out of squirrels.

Real serial-killer stuff.

What?

I was wild.

Oh, yeah, seems like --What do you think of this one?

Well, it's kind of wet.

My stepdad really likes saunas.

[ Chirping, cooing ]

♪♪

I don't know why something being
just uncomfortably hot enough

is hot and aw--
is great.

Yeah.

And it, well, the contrast
with the weather outside.

Oh, well, that's true.
That is kind of nice.

Like the different feel --

the different feeling
of the weather outside

except when you're
in the hot water.

Yeah, yeah, like you can get out
and come back in

if you're feeling cold.Nice and brisk.

Yeah.See, that's what I like about

this hot spring right now is

Winter-Wonderland-themed
with the peppermint.

Yeah, I do like the peppermint.

Oh, this one's cool.
Jungle world.

Oh, wow!
Look at all the vines.

I like the lemurs.

Aw, yeah.

Lemurs live in the jungle,
right?

Yes.Oh, wow!

That's very interesting.

You ever --Flying Bear likes this one.

Yes, yeah.
I, uh, I found this leaf.

Cool.
All right.

♪♪

I'm bored of you talking.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go underwater.

[ Blowing ]Uh. Whaaa.

Oh.

They're touching me in the leg.

Ha-ha-ha, motorboat.

Yeah.

You can make your own bubbles.

Uh, oh, well, oh, all right,
here I go.

[ Blowing ]

♪♪

Oh, wow, you're doing
a flashlight.

Whoa!
Yes, look at it.

I didn't realize your [bleep]
is a flashlight.

Whoa!

I'm gonna click it.

Here we go.

Whoa!

I just wanna keep
flipping the switch.

Whoa!Well, go ahead.

Nice.

Man, I could just lie
in this one forever.

Oh, yes!

The theme here
is Vegas gambling.

Gambling?

Vlegas -- Vlegas gambling.

Oh.Flay-gless gambling.

All right, let's go to the
Big Bang Theory slot machine.

I like how this hot spring
is just Tomatillo sauce.

Whoa! Yes!

Hmm.

I've got this.

Oh, okay.

Sure.

♪♪

I could definitely
get used to this.

Oh! Ah! Uh! Uh! Uh!

Yes, I almost find my mind
escaping me while I'm here.

Like I'm reminded of
"first love's kiss."

Excuse me! Just getting any
cobwebs off of you that I can.

Uh, you can leave my cobwebs.
It's all good.

Bye!

We can afford to rest
just one night, I think.

Have a good time catching
Z's like the band ZZ Top.

God of Tennis,
ZZ Top is the band

with the big, ugly beards.

Both:
Good night, time pals!

I'll see you in the morning,
if you know what I mean.

After we sleep!

[ Sighs ]

What a time this all has been.

At least I have a room
all to myself.

[ Sobbing ]

Who could this mound
of wiggling blankets be?

A spy?

Hyah!

Makasu.A spy?

Since we're not in front
of the other girls,

I don't wanna
be subtle anymore.

There's a fire in my landclam
and my hose can't put it out.

Uh, this is so awesome,

but I can't get a boner
right now

after merging so hard.

Please be waiting spread.

I'm gonna go see
if I can boner pill.

Uh, find some.

Uh!

Ooh, um, uh, okay, shoot.

Uh, apologies!

I was so absorbed in my books.

They're all by Umberto Eco.

Hyugh!
Nothing gets me wetter

than Italian semioticians!

[ Both moaning ]

[ Moans echoing ]

Uh, sorry, I can't easily
have sex right now!

Ah, he's leaving.

Huh?

Can I help you?

Another woman? Uh.

How come I haven't met you yet?

Hmmm.
Are you a sick boy?

Oh I dropped mommy's pen
down my puff puff.

[ Distorted groaning ]

What the hell?!
You pervert!

Huh?
[ Grunts ]

But I secretly have
a very angry crush on you.

Also, I'm a camouflaged sniper.

How many ladies even live here
in this hotel?

Ah.

Oh, aren't you a beautiful,
passionate, sneaky man.

I am a very sexy plant lady.

Holy heck!

Ah, my God!

Agh!
Women, ladies, ah!

♪ You can never leave us

♪ Why even try?

So many ladies!

♪ We'll capture
then enrapture you ♪

♪ No need to fight

♪ Give us your body
and do what's right ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Run, run, little coward,
from the female gaze ♪

♪ We'll eat your beating heart
then set your body ablaze ♪

♪ Destroying your flesh is
the highest form of praise ♪

♪ Makasu

♪ Makasu

Ow!
Dude!

The ventriloquist!

Listen, man, who the heck
are all these ladies?

Earlier there was only
three babes when

you were singing their song,
and now there's like at least

two more babes
and one's a plant.

And now I'm seeing, uh,

there's a bunch of scary eyes
in the forest.

The implication being there
are dozens of more ladies.

I don't know.

There aren't many good gigs
out here

for a singing ventriloquist.

I responded to the ad
just 'cause I needed money.

To be real with you,

this hot spring hotel
wasn't even here yesterday.

When I got here, it was growing
out of the clouds

in the moonlight, like silver
spears of distracting sin.

I was alone.

And then, these women appeared.

They told me I had to sing
for a sportsman.

What the hell
is happening?!

I needed money!

No one hires ventriloquists!

[ Labored breathing ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Groans ]

Huh!
Don't tell me!

All the women in this hot
spring hotel are made of meat!

They're treating the meat
like women!

Huh!

You can't imagine

how hard it was
to sneak into here.

Doing this whole good
girl kitty cleaning act.

Nyan Nyan Kitty Maid?

Uh!You fool!

That was just a disguise!

Oh, wow!

I slipped in behind you guys
when you summoned

the rainbow lightning
to Hanan Pacha,

quickly disguised myself
in whatever outfit

I had on hand,

found a ventriloquist

who was hired to serenade you
with two women hiding underwater

and wrote him lyrics
after bribing him

to include me in the song.

But, oh, am I glad to be away
from those creepy ladies,

that flying bear,
and your strange God friend.

No one here to help you
anymore!

Bendy, I think
you need to shut up

'cause I think we're in
for a world of plaster pain!

If these ladies find out
you're a secret lady,

not one of the real ladies
of these fake ladies,

we're going to be
in a slit pants forest cudge!

No!
No tricking me now!

Woman: Aaah!

You ruined everything!

Hyah!

Ah!
[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

Why couldn't you have just
kissed them and been a good boy?

♪♪

Uh, crawling on my hands, uh.

Time to use you well,
sweet little racket.

Makasu, I took a nighttime
soak in the hot tub

and realized all the women
we've seen weren't real

but made up
with silver moon magic

and all of this has been a trap
set by Mama Killa

to use a meat army of women

she's created to distract you
with hot tubs and sex

and stop you from winning
this tennis adventures.

At the same time, Bendy Rivers,
the mortal detective,

pretended to be
one of the women,

but he wasn't able
to interfere much

because he's just
a normal man,

and your tennis adventure
is on a far bigger cosmic scale

than his small existence
and maybe,

just maybe, he needs to accept
that he's a speck among stars

and, Makasu, you're brilliant.

I -- Oh, I see you've, uh,
learned yourself.

Who is she?
Flying Bear!

[ Chirp ]

She's Mama Killa.
The moon.

Ah.

Narrator: Mama Killa --

M-A-M-A K-I-L-L-A --
in Quechua,

Mama Killa's name directly
translates to "mother moon."

The sister and wife of sun God
Inti and daughter of Viracocha,

Mama Killa was considered

the third power in
Inca mythology.

♪♪

Though primarily affiliated
with the moon,

Mama Killa is also
a goddess of marriage

and the menstrual cycle,
considered a defender of women.

She also oversaw time
and the calendar,

due to the fact
that many rituals and feasts

were based upon
the lunar cycle.

Silver was the metal
of Mama Killa,

and gold for her husband, Inti.

It was said this gold
was the sweat of the sun

and silver the tears of the moon

as they toiled
and wept on behalf of humanity.

Both sacred metals,
and both seen as opposites sides

yet equally vital parts of life,
the masculine and the feminine,

which required each other

just as much as day
required the night.

The Inca had a story
about Mama Killa

that accounted
for the dark spots

visible on the moon's face.

A fox fell in love with her
because of her admirable beauty,

but when he rose into the sky
to meet Mama Killa...

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

...she squeezed him so hard,

patches were created
upon the moon's face.

♪♪

♪♪

Eclipses were seen as
spiritually frightening events,

and specifically lunar eclipses

were associated with Mama Killa
being in danger.

That, perhaps, an animal like
a snake or mountain lion

would be attacking her.

Because of this, attempts were
made to scare away this attacker

by throwing weapons,
gesturing violently,

and making a lot of loud noise
during these celestial events.

If the animal were to win
its battle with Mama Killa,

it was believed that world
would be left in darkness.

Even after the Spanish
conquered the Inca,

traditions around eclipses
persisted in native beliefs.

Because of this, the Spanish
could use

their understanding of astronomy
to their advantage and predict

when eclipses would take place,
earning great respect

and possibly fear
from the population.