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47, 48, 49.

Rawls speaking.

What's that?

Meteor? Headed right towards the Space Tree?

Activate space binoculars!

What in the...?

Decrease magnification.

Got you again, Rawls!

Space Bush!

Do you know why I brought you here, Muscle Man?

If this is about the quantum toilet,

it was backed up when I got there.

What? No. This is way bigger than that.

I'm talking serious stuff here.

I'm talking pranks.

Sir? Allow me to explain.

This is Carlton Tanner of the Space Bush station,

our longtime rivals.

He's been pranking me since our days in the academy.

So many stink bombs, so many wet willies.

I can still feel them in there squirming around.

What does that have to do with me?

I've tried to get back at Tanner for years,

but he's just too good.

Muscle Man, I believe you're the greatest prankster

in the galaxy.

I need you to prank Tanner.

What's in it for me, Rawls?

What's in it for you?

Equipment, personnel,

the power of the Space Tree at your disposal, and...

the opportunity to pull off

the biggest prank in space history.

Pranking in space...

I'm in.

Whoa.

Oh, yeah, we don't mess around.

How's everything coming, Professor Prankenstein?

I told you it's pronounced "Pronk-en-steen"!

Here, have a look for yourself.

Ugh! It's puke.

Correction... fake puke!

It looks real to the untrained eye, does it not?

It even smells like the real thing.

This is my latest creation.

It may not look like much,

but once combined with an average dinner mint,

it becomes so much more.

♪

Textured.

Does he always do this?

Shh! Don't break his concentration.

I got a plan.

But I'm gonna need my team to pull it off.

Okay, bros, as you may or may not know,

the Space Tree has fallen victim

to a ruthless prank by the Space Bush.

We've been mooned.

Hey! You wouldn't be laughing

if you had a butt staring you in the face!

Luckily, I have devised an elaborate prank

that will put Space Bush in their place.

I present to you Operation Slime Bomb.

Props to Mordecai for the sweet graphic.

First, we will infiltrate the Space Bush

and shut down their force field from the inside,

allowing us to easily board their ship.

Then we'll go in with these bad boys...

55-gallon drums filled with Dr. Prankenstein's secret formula.

Each drum is rigged with a timer

set to give us just enough time

to drop them off at key points throughout the ship.

Then we'll make our escape, and boom!

Total slime coverage.

And then we celebrate like champs.

Any questions?

Uh, that seems pretty complicated.

Can't we just moon them back?

Who's in charge of this operation?

Me! That's who!

And if you don't agree with my methods,

then you can walk.

Everything is in order, Muscle Man.

Good. Systems check.

Keep stirring, Pops.

We got to get the right consistency here.

Aah!

Benson, I thought you knew how to drive this thing!

Why?

Why would I know how to drive a space forklift?

Read the manual!

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

The timer mechanisms are installed as you requested.

Hmm.

Not level. Start over.

Commander Rawls?

Muscle Man, it's the Space Bush!

They're at it again.

Look.

How could their bare butts withstand the vacuum of space?

There's no more time, Muscle Man.

No time to spare, guys. Time to do this now.

♪

Dude, this could be a good look for me.

♪

Sergeant Tanner,

we have an unknown spacecraft approaching the...

Aah!

Ah, don't worry.

They won't get past the force field.

This better work.

Welcome, courier ship.

Please state your purpose.

Uh, we're, uh...

Congratulations!

You just won a free flatscreen TV!

No, thanks. We've got more flatscreens

than we know what to do with here.

Are they ultra HD? Of course.

Intergalactic channel access?

Duh. We're in space.

This TV makes pancakes.

Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm! Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm-Hm!

What do you two think you're doing?

Only Space Bush personnel past this point.

We'll take it from here.

Muscle Man, the package is in the pen.

I repeat, the package is in the pen.

Phase 1 complete.

Standby.

I'm in.

Recap, I'm sending the code your way.

You take it from here.

Code received.

Now hacking security system mainframe.

Force field down.

Surveillance system down.

Phase 2 complete.

Let's roll.

All right, we got about 60 seconds

before they get their systems back online.

Everybody head to your assigned drop point.

The sooner we dump the slime,

the sooner we get to celebration time.

Now let's move.

An alarm? But how?

Space Bush security compromised.

Comb the bush for intruders.

Muscle Man, they're on to us.

You got to hurry.

Copy.

Come on.

What?

Benson, what's the hold up?

No! Sureshot, give me your status.

Sureshot? Sureshot!

Hey, watch the hair.

Aah!

I've got to set this thing off manually.

Well, well.

So, this is the infamous Muscle Man.

I got to say, I expected more from Rawls.

Looks to me like

he got an amateur to run this operation.

Don't be so sure of yourself.

You may find that I'm full of surprises.

In a few seconds, you and your whole Space Bush

are gonna be covered head-to-toe in slime.

Oh, did you hear that, everyone?

Muscle Man is going to slime the Space Bush.

What are we gonna do?!

I'm so scared!

You can do that?

Aw, don't be so glum.

It's not like the whole Space Tree

was counting on you or anything.

Now you have two choices.

You and your friends

can either rot in the Space Bush jail...

Or you can admit that

I am the best prankster in the galaxy.

What's it gonna be?

You're the greatest.

What was that?

You're the greatest prankster.

I can't hear you.

You're the greatest prankster in the galaxy!

Well, then,

as the greatest prankster in the galaxy,

I feel like I owe myself a little reward.

Now, get these Space Tree hacks off my bush.

Yes, sir, off your bush, sir!

Oh, and Muscle Man.

Cheers.

Unacceptable!

Do you realize how much

I invested into this operation?

I thought you were a master prankster.

And now, we toast

to the best prankster in the galaxy.

Me!

Now crack this baby open so we can celebrate!

I hope you're proud of yourself,

because you're a failure!

Am I?

Uh, sir?

Oh, no.

We got 'em!

Well, I'll be darned.

Muscle Man, you sneaky so and so.

I never should've doubted you.

You're right, you shouldn't have.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

He really is the best.