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- [Narrator] Beyond space and time,
lies a dimension where life has evolved into machines,
and the most dangerous weapon in the universe
is a force called love.
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(words buzzing)
(music tempo increases)
(title thumps)
(explosion booms)
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(signal reverberating)
(hypnotic synth music)
(spacecraft buzzing)
(percussive synth beat)
(dramatic synth music builds)
(spacecraft buzzing)
- We've detected an unidentified spacecraft
approaching the citadel.
They are not responding to our transmissions.
(alarm blaring)
- [Omega Rah] They're going to smash into the energy field
if they don't slow down.
- Something's wrong. The energy shields are dropping.
- Impossible. (alarm continues blaring)
(bright upbeat synth music)
(energy field bleeps)
(ominous synth music) - [Voice Alarm] Red alert.
Energy shield has been deactivated.
All units stand by.
(alarm blaring faintly) (spacecraft clattering)
(dramatic synth music) (pod whirs and clangs)
(lasers zapping)
(Strobo shouting) (lasers zapping)
(Trog whirring) (metal clanging)
(voice alarm speaking) Situation critical,
Situation critical.
All units proceed to the citadel.
(pod whirring)
(dramatic synth music continues)
(spacecraft whooshes)
(reverberating synth music)
(robots whirring and clanging)
- Ah, what you got there, a karaoke machine?
- I don't know what it is,
but it's gonna bury us in gold-coated plastic
for years to come.
- Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by the interplanetary goon squad.
- Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
- Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship as a storage unit.
- You think if we sold this for scrap, he would notice?
- Ah, if you know Krogarr, he's got inventory on everything.
- [Max] Yeah, I hear ya.
(spacecraft whooshes)
(apprehensive synth music)
(portal buzzes)
(ominous synth music)
- For thousands of years, the Arculon Destroyer
has protected our planet from the intergalactic hoards
that would seek to strip of its resources.
We must activate the Destructivas.
Only their primitive warlike ways can save us.
- The Destructivas are too unpredictable.
They may elect to destroys us themselves.
- We have no choice.
Once word gets out that the Arculon is gone,
our world will be picked apart from all sides.
(suspenseful synth music)
- Are you sure you want to do this?
Once they're out, there's no turning back.
(robots bleeping)
- Do it.
(electronics bleeping)
(electricity buzzing) (dramatic synth music)
(music ascending)
(upbeat synth music) (ax clanging)
(Gatekeeper buzzing)
- You have reached the doors of enlightenment.
To open the gates and advance to the next level,
you must choose.
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
One will take you into a world of joy and happiness.
- Hmm. Ugh.
- [Gatekeeper] The other will take you to a place
of death and destruction.
- Ah, yes!
(upbeat synth music)
(explosion booms)
(Azalla shouting)
- Hey. Take it easy. I'm just an employee!
(synth music intensifies) (Azalla yelling)
(groaning) Who dares awaken us from our slumber?
- Please. We mean you no harm.
(harpoon clangs) (tense synth music)
- What year is this?
- The year is 8675309.
Our world is in desperate need of your capabilities.
(mysterious synth music)
- I was having the strangest dream.
Everything was green and I was made of water.
- For thousands of years while you slept,
our world has evolved into a utopia,
free from war and strife.
- Our utopia's come to rely on a super weapon
called the Arculon Destroyer.
- It has been stolen from us.
We are now defenseless against the thousands of worlds
that hunger for our resources.
- This weapon is so important to you,
yet you lose it so easily.
Why do you call on us?
- We need your help to hunt down the Arculon
and return it to us so we may defend our world.
- Clean up your own messes.
I was one step away from enlightenment, you droogs.
- Retrieve the Arculon Destroyer and you will be returned
to the dream existence with which you were extracted.
Never to be bothered again.
You have our word.
- They have proven to be honorable custodians
of our hyper sleep.
(apprehensive percussion) - Mytra?
- I'm on board with whatever you want to do.
I dunno.
- Ugh. All right then.
- [Destructivas] We accept your terms.
(Omega Rah thumps) (suspenseful synth music)
- We've located the Arculon heading 38 degrees
towards the outer rim of the galaxy.
Most likely to be delivered to one of the many pirates
that reside in that sector.
- We have your coordinates locked in.
We will bring back your weapon.
- May the eternal drums of the night guide your way.
- (groans) Okay, get on with it.
(dramatic synth music) (rocket roars)
(portal buzzing)
(spacecraft buzzing)
- [Caller] This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage. (apprehensive percussion)
Reactor core has ruptured. Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage.
(Auto whirs)
Reactor has ruptured. Engine-
(fist thumps) (distress call stops)
- So what are you gonna do with all the tokens
you're about to make?
- Trog not think so much about future.
Trog always in present.
Trog enjoy journey. Not so much destination.
(screen buzzes)
- Hey, it's a Kro mission!
- Hello my friends. How was your mission?
- Let me tell you, it's been quite the adventure.
And a successful one I might add.
- That's what I like to hear.
Uh, you will all be rewarded mightily.
May the solar winds guide you to your salvation.
Or whatever.
(screen buzzes)
- What'd I tell you guys?
Crime pays and pay is good. Ha!
- Yeah, but just think what we can do
if we had the right tools.
- What are you getting at, Strobo?
- Time travel.
- Balderdash!
- No! It's the opposite of balderdash!
Look, we find some time crystals,
recalibrate a hyperspace drive to fold space time,
go back before the beginning of all of this,
and I don't know,
go on "Wheel of Non-Fungibility".
We'd be a big hit.
- Balderdash!
(rapid explosions) (alarm blaring)
(screen buzzes)
- We are representatives sent by the Planet Radia
to retrieve the Arculon Destroyer.
Stand down now and prepare to be boarded.
- Balderdash!
(electronics bleeping) (laser zapping)
(explosion booming)
(sparks crackle)
- I think our ship just exploded.
- It matters not. We will take theirs.
(Destructivas cackling)
(alarm blaring) (sparks crackling)
(suspenseful percussive synth music)
- Come on, they just landed the boarding craft.
(alarm blaring) (sparks crackling)
(footsteps thumping)
(percussive synth music continues)
(Trog grumbles)
- Haunted.
Ghosts.
- Come on, we'll squeeze through the service tube!
(fireball roars) (Azalla shrieking)
(Max yells)
- All right, everybody just settle down now.
(harpoon thumps)
- Where is the Arculon?
- Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
(Luna whirs) (blow thumps)
- Wrong! We traced the signal.
(Auto grunting)
- You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
- [Mytra] Found it.
(Max groans)
(Trog thumps and yells)
(Strobo yelling) (lasers zapping)
- Everybody freeze!
Like I said, free-
(weapon bleeps and hisses) Ah!
(Trog shouting and whirring)
(buzzing descends)
(buzzing ascends)
(buzzing descends)
- Don't make another move or I'll push the button.
(Trog grumbles)
- Young lady, you have no idea what you're messing with.
- I don't suppose it's too late to work out a deal?
- All right, into the escape pod.
- Don't make me push this button.
- Get in there.
- We have 600 tokens coming our way.
We don't mind splitting it with you.
- Move it.
- You know what, you can take it all.
Just take me with you. I'm good in a fight.
These guys are cramping my style anyway.
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Well you are.
- We leave you with your lives.
Others have not been so lucky.
Pull that lever on your right.
(Auto whirring)
(pod whoosh reverberating) (dramatic synth music)
- [Caller] This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured. Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send a repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
(dramatic synth music)
Egulon Nepsis reporting heavy damage. Reactor core has-
- This transmission makes no sense.
- [Caller] Our weapons...
- Why reveal you have no weapons?
- Foolish mechanoids.
Or it's a trap.
- But if it's not...
I feel we must know for sure.
- You know how good deeds go. (imitates explosion)
- [Caller] Weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew at earliest possible convenience.
(suspenseful synth music)
This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis.
- It could be us in another life.
- We'll see.
- [Caller] Our weapons...
- Mytra. Prepare a boarding craft.
- Roger. Prepping the boarding craft.
- If it's a trap, we'll make them pay.
- That we will, sister. That we will.
- "Mytra do this, Mytra do that."
I wanna be in charge!
- Mytra. Your radio's still on.
- Oh.
(switch thunks)
- [Caller] This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage...
- We've got a heavy cruiser closing in, sir.
Sensors indicate the pirate ship Corsair.
- Excellent. Our plan is coming to fruition.
Prepare to activate the troopers.
- Yes sir.
(control board clacking)
(suspenseful synth music)
(metal clangs) (laser zapping)
(vibrations warbling)
(upbeat synth music)
(music quiets and becomes eerie)
- Ready yourselves, vermin. Prepared to be rescued.
(soft apprehensive synth music)
Well, have we seen enough?
(apprehensive percussion)
(pod rattling)
- It seems your instincts are not without merit.
(Azalla whirring)
- (knocking) Come on out, we're here to help.
(gunfire blasting) (dramatic synth music)
(Azalla whirring and grunting)
See that? What'd I tell you.
- My faith in your skepticism has been restored.
We better find an exit.
(Mytra yelling)
(gunfire blasting) (dramatic synth music)
Mytra!
(Azalla shouting)
(lasers chirping) (gunfire blasting)
(ax clangs)
(electricity buzzing)
- They have defeated our troopers.
Activate the weapon!
Weapon activated. (control board clacking)
(staccato synth music)
- So cold.
Tell my holo-cats I love them.
- Oh, stop it, you got a tiny scratch.
Now get up so we can get outta here.
(thumping reverberating)
(upbeat synth music)
- I am peacekeeper. Prototype Exoria One.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
- Yeah sister, that's just not gonna work out for you.
- Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
(apprehensive percussion)
(Azalla shouting)
(electronics bleeping)
(metal clangs)
(motor whining)
- (grunts) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Whoa! (grunts)
(Azalla grunts) (ax clangs)
(electronics bleeping) (hammer clunking)
(Azalla grunting)
- [Azalla] Is that all you've got? You wait till I get my-
(hammer clunking) (Azalla grunting)
- I have a red cat, a blue cat, a purple one.
(hammer clunking continues faintly)
I've got a silver one too, and a gray one.
(suspenseful synth music)
(music becomes ominous)
- Will the defendants please step forward.
- (groans) Blow it out your gasket, lead head.
- We are not who you think we are.
This has all been a case of mistaken identity.
- Where are we?
- We, the representatives
of the Third Robot Empire's justice division,
hereby find you guilty of deep space piracy
and resistance of apprehension.
- Wait, don't we get a lawyer?
- I am certain their decision has been made.
- We hereby sentence you to a minimum of 1,000 years
of hard labor in the mining colonies of Arborus Seven.
(gavel thumps)
- You can hereby kiss my shiny metal-
- [Destructivas] Aah... (shouting fades)
(dramatic upbeat synth music)
- We've got a transmission coming in from the lead ship.
- Put it through. (screen buzzes)
- Lower your defenses, people of Radia.
You no longer possess the Arculon Destroyer
and cannot withstand our attack.
- We don't fear you, vultures.
Turn back now before we pulverize you.
(screen buzzes)
- I guess you scared them off.
(spacecraft thumps) (alarm blaring)
- Where are you, Destructivas?
(suspenseful synth music)
(apprehensive percussion)
(sparks crackling)
- Step off the pad and proceed
toward the assimulation facility for orientation.
- I've got a better idea.
Why don't you give me that staff,
so I can shove it up your...
Aah! (laser zapping)
- We are not here to make trouble.
(Luna yelling) (laser zapping)
(Mytra yelling) (laser zapping)
(sparks crackling)
(signal bleeping)
(signal bleeping reverberates)
- Krogarr, we've got a coded transmission coming in
from one of our spies on Arborus Seven.
- Put it through.
(screen buzzes)
- Captain Krogarr, this is Agent Worlow.
Three inmates just arrived at Arborus Seven.
They fit the description of the three warriors
who hijacked the Corsair several days ago. Over.
- (laughing wickedly) Good work Worlow.
Prepare to receive extraction details.
(dramatic percussive synth music)
- You will each be issued plasma blasters
to break down metal ore infused within the asteroid walls.
A truck and crane unit will be by periodically
to pick up the products of your labor.
You must meet a daily quota of four tons
or you will be taken to the furnace,
melted down, and recycled into patio furniture.
- This is our last chance. No one expects us to attack.
- Agreed. We act now.
- Wait, what?
- Trust me, now is not the time.
- What's it to you?
- I've got a line on something. You might be interested.
Better turn around.
- What?
(laser zaps) (ominous synth music)
- Not now.
- (groans) Remember.
You break the rules, you pay the price.
(foreboding synth music)
(ominous percussion)
(blasters zapping)
(overseer whirring)
(blasters zapping)
- The Centuries are shielded against the plasma blasters,
if you're wondering.
- You like being a prisoner, that's your business.
I'm gonna escape or kill myself trying.
- In about 30 seconds,
my time as a prisoner will come to an end.
Keep your head down and so will yours.
(suspenseful synth music)
(rocks clattering)
(overseer whirring)
Here we go.
(upbeat synth music)
(lasers zapping)
Let's move.
- Where's Azalla?
(lasers zapping)
- Return to your work stations immediately!
Or be destroyed!
(upbeat synth music)
- I've got you, boss.
(Ursula Andromeda yelling)
(lasers zapping)
- Initiate self destruct sequence.
(explosions booming)
(doors whir)
- Mission accomplished. Reel us back in.
(pod whooshing)
(dramatic synth music)
(lasers zapping)
(alarm blaring)
We're all on board. Hit the gas.
(lasers zapping)
(portal buzzing)
(upbeat synth music)
- Get off of me you dolt!
(metal clanging)
(dramatic synth music)
(Ursula Andromeda yelling)
- Wilhelm scream!
(liquid splashes)
- Oh! What a world, what a world, what a world.
(machine clanging)
(eerie synth music)
(portal buzzing)
(dramatic synth music)
(suspenseful synth music)
- (whirs) Ah, these must be the great warriors
I've heard so much about.
- We've seen better days. What do you want with us?
- Straight to the point. I like that.
Several days ago I sent a group of my best warriors,
or so I thought,
to obtain the device called the Arculon Destroyer.
We lost all contact with our comrades
and we can only assume
they've either been lost or destroyed.
- What is this, how do you say, Arculon Destroyer?
- Yeah, what's an Arculon Destroyer?
- That's not important right now.
We've tracked its location to an impound unit
on Taurus Five.
An interplanetary justice location.
We need a skilled band of raiders,
such as yourselves,
to break into it.
- You want us to raid an outpost? We raid an outpost.
- I can't believe our luck.
What are the chances?
He's delivering the Arculon Destroyer
right into our hands.
Better play it cool.
Yeah, this is all very interesting.
What's in it for us?
- I can't believe they're falling for this.
(chuckles) I really am a criminal mastermind.
Better play it cool.
You get an autographed picture of me
and I let you live.
(ominous percussion)
And I'll pay you 600 credits.
- If you want us to do heavy lifting,
(whirs) we will need weapons.
(Krogarr laughs wickedly)
(dramatic synth music) (liquid sloshing)
(electricity buzzing)
(motor humming)
(ax whooshing)
(trident buzzes)
(harpoon clangs)
- Hey!
(Krogarr laughs wickedly)
(dramatic synth music)
(portal buzzing)
(spacecraft buzzing and whooshing)
- An unidentified ship
has just entered the outpost perimeter.
Activate sentries.
(dramatic synth music)
- We're approaching the drop zone. Are you ready for launch?
- Just get on with it.
(Krogarr whirs) (electronics bleep)
(winch clattering)
(metal clangs) (laser zapping)
(ominous percussion)
- Hello, Worlow.
Have we provided the distraction you've been looking for?
- I'm all clear.
Moving towards the impound as we speak.
(vibrations warbling)
(explosion booms)
(foreboding synth music)
- This isn't the impound.
(Azalla whirs) (ax clangs)
(tokens clanging)
(device bleeping)
- Sorry to do this to you,
but the impound was too heavily guarded
and I needed someone to distract the patrols.
You have performed your roles with the greatest enthusiasm.
Please feel free to keep the docking ship
and as many tokens as you can carry.
Krogarr out.
- Is trap?
- We were decoys the whole time.
(metal clangs)
(suspenseful synth music) (control board clacking)
- [Control System] Please enter the correct ignition code.
- I did enter the correct code.
- [Control System] Mothership has departed.
- Ugh, we've been had!
(Azalla whirs) (objects clattering)
(foreboding synth music)
(footsteps clattering)
(ominous music)
(Sentry clangs)
(upbeat synth music)
(music becomes suspenseful)
- I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
- Ugh. Here we go again!
(Azalla yelling)
(Exoria buzzing) (Luna groaning)
(Mytra grunts) (trident thumps)
- (groans) We need some sort of magnetic vacuum cleaner.
(Exoria whirs and buzzes)
(dramatic synth music)
(laser buzzing)
- This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
(Azalla whirring) (gun thumps)
(Mytra and Luna gasp)
- Let's get out of here.
(upbeat synth music)
(buzzing descending)
- [Maintenance System] Engine requires maintenance.
- Come on, Don't cut out now.
(staff thumping)
(buzzing ascending) (electronics bleeping)
(Worlow laughs triumphantly)
(spacecraft whooshing)
(dramatic synth music)
The Corsair has been located and retrieved, Krogarr.
En route to docking as we speak.
(spacecraft humming) (suspenseful synth music)
(portal buzzing)
(foreboding synth music)
- It's a teleportation platform.
- Yes. But to where?
(faint clanging)
- Let's find out.
(dramatic synth music)
(music becomes ominous)
- Oh, no.
- Will the defendants please step forward?
- How about I step forward, remove your head,
and shove it up your-
- You have been accused of prison escape, illegal recycling,
breaking and entering, piracy,
and destruction of private property.
- You forgot the murder of three public officials.
- [Azalla] Good one.
- Don't help them.
- You have been sentenced to serve out the remainder
of your existence on the inter-dimensional prison
planetoid of Interprison.
May the great programmer have mercy on your circuits.
(gavel thumps)
- Someone should have mercy on your ugly-
- [Destructivas] Aah... (shouting fades)
(lasers zapping)
(ominous synth music)
- Surrender now, people of Radia.
And we promise to only torture three-thirds
of the left sides of your bodies
and four-quarters of your right side.
- The force field generators
can't withstand this bombardment for much longer.
We may need to contemplate surrender.
- Where are you, Destructivas?
(suspenseful synth music)
(portal buzzes)
(eerie synth music)
- What is this place?
- We appear to be inside an artificial planetoid
in a pocket dimension.
If so, the skies would be impenetrable.
(ominous warbling synth music)
- It appears we are not alone.
(upbeat percussion)
(upbeat dramatic synth music)
(music becomes foreboding)
(suspenseful upbeat synth music)
- Get in quick!
This place is gonna be swarming with berzerkers
any second now!
(ominous warbling synth music)
(Destructivas clanging and thumping)
(tense percussion)
- All aboard!
(vehicle roaring)
(metal crunches)
(dramatic upbeat synth music)
(music becomes apprehensive)
- They made it back. Lower the drawbridge.
(drawbridge whirring and clanging)
(engine revs)
(Destructivas whirring and clanging)
- Uh oh.
- Ah. You answered that distress signal, didn't ya?
(Max chuckles smugly)
- Any way off this rock?
- Unfortunately this planet has been placed
in a pocket dimension.
There's no conventional way of escape.
Lucky for us,
Strobo built that time machine over there.
- Thank you, Max.
While you're at it,
why don't you just give 'em the launch codes
so they can steal it and leave us here stranded.
(Max stammers and sighs)
Look.
We'd take you with us,
but we only have enough time crystals for the four of us.
- We'll leave you the karaoke machine in case you get bored.
♪ Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh ♪ (upbeat music)
- This, this is unfortunate.
The fate of the universe is at stake
and we are trapped here.
- The poor Radians.
Left defenseless against the scourges of the galaxy.
- While that mad man Krogarr roams the galaxy
with a doomsday weapon.
- Yeah, Strobo! Have some compassion, man.
- Strobo mean.
- Yeah, Strobo. You're just mean.
Mean, man. Selfish.
- All right, already! I'll do what I can.
Who wants to go out there with me
and find some more time crystals?
(apprehensive synth music)
All right, you guys hold down the fort
and you all don't even think about using your feminine wiles
to extract the codes from these bumpkins.
They've got years of...
No they don't.
(tense foreboding synth music)
(Trog chanting)
(upbeat synth music)
(Trog chanting)
(foreboding percussion)
(ax clangs) (Trog whirring)
- Trog ticklish.
(metal clanging)
Now Trog tickle you.
(suspenseful synth music)
- Try not to be distracted by my sensuous movements, Auto.
- I know what you're trying to do, Luna.
- I am like the Alturian devil snake, no?
- It's not gonna work.
My mind's like a box of concrete.
Nothing's getting in or out.
(music intensifies)
(electricity buzzing) (Luna gasps)
(fists thumping)
- Oh yeah, a little to the right.
- No offense, but Trog better at this than you.
- Yeah, less talk more drumming, pal.
- "Whoa, whoa, what are we gonna do?"
(imitates footsteps thumping)
(laughs smugly) It's me, Max, here to save your butts again.
The protector of the universe.
"Oh, Max, you saved us again!"
I know. It's what I do. (laughing)
"Oh, how are you so awesome?"
I don't know. I just am. (laughing smugly)
"I love you, Max!"
I know. (laughing smugly)
(imitates spacecraft whooshing)
"Wait, don't leave us!"
I'm back! I'm back again.
To protect the universe.
"Oh, we love you, Max."
I know, (laughs smugly) but I can't stay here for long.
Sorry. I gotta save the universe again!
(imitates weeping) "We love you Max!"
"I wish you could stay!" (imitates weeping)
- Hello, Max. What are you doing?
- Playing with my toys.
- Ooh. Can I play too?
- Sure.
- Hey, look at me.
I'm an innocent little robot girl,
trapped on a planet with no way to escape.
If we only had the launch codes to the time machine!
Mmm. Tell me the launch codes, Max.
What's that? You ate all of the donuts?
This relationship is over.
Save your tears for someone else.
Oh, I can't stay mad at you.
Mmm. (smacks lips)
(Mytra continues moaning and smacking lips)
(suspenseful synth music)
- Hmm. That looks familiar.
(device bleeps) (upbeat music begins)
(music warbles and fades)
Bunch of bull slag.
(eerie synth music)
(eerie synth music continues)
(suspenseful synth music) - 1 8 9 7 3 2 4 8.
- Well that wasn't too hard. Everybody buckled up?
- They are a curious lot.
I detect a small pang. Is this guilt?
- Sure, a little bit.
- Maybe we wait till Strobo returns.
We all leave together like big happy family.
- Nah, let's just go.
- Yeah, let's go.
- Yes, they will understand.
(electronic buzzing)
(apprehensive synth music)
(Strobo sighs)
(apprehensive music continues)
(Strobo groaning)
(Strobo yelling)
(dramatic synth music)
- Alright.
It was a harrowing adventure,
but I managed to find some more time crystal...
All right.
Who gave away the launch codes?
- Ha ha!
Hey, where'd they go?
- Max! I should have known.
(suspenseful synth music) (Auto clanging and whirring)
(cat howls)
Et tu, Auto.
Seems like Trog and I are the only ones
pulling our weight in this glorious operation.
- Trog ready to leave dopey friends behind
with great enthusiasm.
Where the girls at?
- Well at least we got the karaoke machine.
Well, nevermind. That's gone too.
- (whirs) Hmm.
(upbeat synth music)
(signal reverberates)
(dramatic synth music)
- Uh. Where are we?
(music becomes foreboding)
- We've gone back to the time of the initial raid.
They've just stolen the Arculon Destroyer.
- We can strike now and return the Arculon
before any of this happens.
- It won't work. How would we exist right now?
They would have no reason to wake us up.
- You're thinking about this too much.
- [Strobo] In gold-coated plastic for years to come.
- Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by the interplanetary goon squad.
- [Max] Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
- Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship... Hide!
- You think if we sold this for scrap, he would notice?
- [Strobo] If you know Krogarr,
he's got inventory on everything.
(foreboding synth music continues)
- [Max] Yeah, I hear ya.
(foreboding music builds)
(air whooshing) (signal reverberating)
(spacecraft whooshing)
(upbeat synth music)
(Trog laughing)
- Trog, I'm starting to believe this ship is haunted.
That or we're gonna have to start overhauling the wiring
on this jalopy. (doors whir)
(electricity buzzing)
(footsteps clanging)
(suspenseful synth music)
- Hmm. Must have picked up some space ghosts.
(music intensifies)
(Max grunting)
(buzzing ascending)
Whoa! Yeah! Finally making some gains!
(Max groans in pain)
(buzzing ascending) Whoa!
Ah! I think there's something wrong
with the artificial gravity.
(buzzing descending) (Max groans)
Oh, I'm think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.
(air whooshing) (signal reverberating)
(upbeat synth music) (alarm blaring)
(laser zapping) (explosion booming)
(electricity buzzing)
(Trog grunts)
- Haunted.
Ghosts.
- Come on, we'll squeeze through the service tube!
(fireball roars) (Azalla shrieking)
(Max yells)
- All right, everybody just settle down now.
(harpoon thumps)
- Where is the Arculon?
- Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
(Luna whirs) (blow thumps)
- Wrong! We traced the signal.
(Auto grunting)
(Mytra whirring)
(footsteps clanging) (suspenseful synth music)
- You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
- [Mytra] Found it.
(Max groans)
(buzzing descends)
(buzzing ascends)
(buzzing descends)
(suspenseful synth music)
(portal buzzing)
- [Caller] This is cargo transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured. Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
- Ah. How young we were.
- And naive.
- Many lessons we have learned.
(portal buzzing)
(footsteps thumping)
- [Command Robot] The ship appears to empty.
Make sure you check the cargo bay.
(buzzing ascends) (metal clanging)
Whoa, easy. The gravity is all wonky.
Place is haunted.
(portal buzzing)
(suspenseful synth music)
(ship whirring and clanging)
(ominous synth music)
- Looks like we've got some time to kill.
Any suggestions?
- We might as well help our past selves
in their futile escape.
(upbeat synth music)
(spray paint hisses)
(footsteps clacking)
(electronics bleeping)
(upbeat synth music continues)
(footsteps clacking)
- [Maintenance System] Engine requires maintenance.
- Come on, don't cut out now.
(lasers zapping)
- This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
(Azalla whirring) (gun thumps)
(Mytra and Luna gasp)
- Let's get outta here.
(footsteps clanging)
- Help me!
(suspenseful synth music)
(button buzzes)
(buzzing ascending) (electronics bleeping)
(Worlow laughing triumphantly)
(spacecraft whooshing)
(dramatic synth music)
(portal buzzing)
(warbling synth music)
- We've safely entered hyperspace, Krogarr.
There are no ships in pursuit.
- Excellent.
I'll be down in the docking bay. Hold my calls.
- We've got a transmission coming in from Mohana.
Should we ignore it?
- (sighs) Put him through.
(screen buzzes) (ominous synth music)
- Krogarr!
It's been a long time, my old friend.
I've heard chatter amongst the stars
that you've raided a certain little outpost?
- Well, yes.
And would you believe it?
We've managed to carry away all 6 billion tokens
that we owe you.
- Krogarr.
I never doubted you for more than a few millennia.
I'll have my minions transmit the coordinates
for our rendezvous.
May the solar winds guide your way, et cetera, et cetera.
Whatever. Just bring me my stuff.
(screen buzzes)
(suspenseful synth music)
(footsteps clacking) (suspenseful music slows)
- Well there it is.
The infamous Arculon Destroyer.
You know how to work this thing?
- If it's galactic domination you desire,
then by pushing the big red button, you will acquire.
(Krogarr laughing wickedly)
(both laughing wickedly)
(warbling synth music)
(electronics bleeping faintly)
- I'm not picking up anything on the sensors.
Are you sure they're coming?
- They'll be here.
I owe that goon a lot of money.
(reverberating percussion)
(upbeat synth music)
I knew they wouldn't disappoint.
Prepare the Arculon Destroyer.
(doors whir) (footsteps clang)
(suspenseful synth music)
- Open up a channel.
(ominous music) - Krogarr.
For once in my many lives, I'm happy to see you!
- Now, Mohana.
I confess, I may have exaggerated a little bit
on the 6 billion tokens.
- You dare to hoodwink the great and powerful Mohana!
Give me one reason not to blast you
into radioactive space dust.
You deceitful charlatan!
- Now Mohana, I know we've had our differences.
I've defaulted on a few loans, yes,
I may or may not have destroyed some of your space stations,
and I assure you,
had I known they were your space stations...
- [Worlow] Captain Krogarr,
the Arculon Destroyer is ready.
(ominous percussion)
- You know what Mohana, I've had it up to here
with your ranting and raving and complaining.
You knuckle dragging moron.
You primitive sub-humanoid being
with your paid escorts and your sycophantic followers.
I think it's about time you learned
who's really the boss around here.
- Krogarr!
There will be no forgiveness.
- Activate the Arculon Destroyer.
(suspenseful synth music) - The Arculon Destroyer?!
How can this be?
(Krogarr laughing wickedly)
(button thumping)
(karaoke machine bleeping and buzzing)
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(music stops) (air whooshing)
♪ Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh ♪
(upbeat music)
(muffled upbeat music continues)
- Oh boy.
- Destroy that ship!
- Have a nice life, Krogarr.
(spacecraft buzzing)
(explosion booming)
- Whoa, what happened back there?
- Ah, who cares?
We've got nothing but the future ahead of us.
- Yes. The boundless freedoms of our dreams awaits us.
(upbeat synth music)
(music stops) (signal reverberating)
- [Krogarr] I'll get you, Destructivas.
Somehow, someway, I'll get you.
(lasers zapping) (suspenseful synth music)
(portal buzzing) (lasers continue zapping)
(spacecraft whooshing)
- It appears we may be too late.
- Better late than never, let's get this thing hooked up.
(suspenseful synth music continues)
(all cheering)
- It's time for distraction, no?
(Mytra whirring)
- Help me!
(device hissing)
(upbeat synth music) (Exoria whirring)
I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have not been tasked with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
(all laughing)
- Do yourself a favor and run, little girl.
Events are about to get apocalyptic.
(music intensifies)
(hammers clunking) (Exoria Two grunting)
- Distraction achieved. Let's go!
(apprehensive synth music)
- Mercy.
- There will be no mercy this day.
Without your precious Arculon Destroyer,
you're nothing but fodder
for my hoards of barbarous warriors.
(explosion booms) (harpoon clangs)
- Who dares interrupt my poetic pontifications.
(Azalla shouting)
- Um, I give up. I was just leaving.
Thank you. (footsteps clacking)
Uh, I have an announcement to make!
They have the Arculon Destroyer.
Run for your lives!
(all shouting)
(tires squealing) (spacecrafts whooshing)
(apprehensive synth music)
(Omega Rah whirring)
- You have done well, Destructivas.
But your story is not over yet.
- You got your weapon back,
now return us to our dream world.
(Radian Council whirring)
All right, what's going on?
- (sighs deeply) I'm gonna go look for a broom.
- You're not the only ones with a time machine.
We traveled back in time 10,000 years,
introduced the Arculon Destroyer,
and brought peace in this once war-torn world.
- Just to see the looks on your faces.
And to be honest, I'm a little disappointed.
- 10,000 years! Poker faces.
- Now, if you don't mind.
We can get 600 coupons
for delivering this bad boy to Krogarr.
So step aside.
- (laughs smugly) Well, you better go back in time
to about 10 hours ago.
'Cause Krogarr is now a dead-garr.
(laser zapping)
- Surprise!
I'm back, baby. (laser zapping)
Thought you could pull one over on me, did ya?
Back away from that Arculon Destroyer
or I'll fry your circuits.
- (groans) Bite me, Krogarr.
(laser zapping)
(dramatic synth music)
- To enter the gates of enlightenment, you must choose.
(Azalla groans)
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
- What are you doing in my dream?
- We're here to help you choose.
- This is an important decision.
- Hmm.
- I built my whole life around this moment.
Now that I have the Arculon Destroyer,
I can destroy my enemies
and anyone else who gets in my way. (laughs wickedly)
- Wait. Are we still getting paid?
- Are you kidding me?
You idiots are the worst bunch of criminals
I've ever had the displeasure of working with.
I'll buy you a slice of pizza, but nothing more.
(all chattering) - That's fair.
- I like pizza. - [Max] That's fair.
- [Strobo] I like pizza. - [Max] I love pizza!
(laser zapping) (dramatic synth music)
- Foolish mortals. (ominous synth music)
You cannot stop the architects of annihilation.
The executors of extinction.
Bow down before your destroyers.
Or be
destroyed.
- Not so fast, Mohana.
Take one more step and I push this button.
- Your threats mean nothing to me, Krogarr.
Now put down that toy.
And eliminate yourself,
so I may refrain from lifting my arms.
(music becomes apprehensive) - Easy, Krogarr,
you have no idea the power you're about to unleash.
- Yeah, man. That thing's hotter than a supernova.
Don't push it.
Push it!
No, don't push it. Push it! Yeah!
- Trust has led to much chaos.
Maybe chainsaw would be best.
- Trust isn't such a bad thing. I trust you.
Sometimes it works out.
- You guys aren't helping much.
(suspenseful percussion)
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(apprehensive synth music)
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but can everyone just relax for a second?
- She's right. Everyone relax.
- [Krogarr] Nah!
- Look, a few minutes ago,
I'd be the first person to split a head open
or chop an arm off.
But I think right now we need to use our heads.
I can't help but think we've been drawn here together
for a reason.
That we're meant for something bigger.
We have to figure this out.
And not with our fists, but with our brains.
(music become more upbeat)
Our computers,
our hearts.
Our hearts. (upbeat synth music)
(music stops)
- Ah, screw this.
(device bleeps and clacks)
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(upbeat synth music)
(device clangs) (music warbles and fades)
(device buzzing)
(explosion booms)
(psychedelic synth music)
♪ We're a big, big family ♪
♪ In a big, big universe ♪
♪ Oh so many faces ♪
♪ But our hearts are one ♪
♪ We're a big, big family ♪
♪ In a big, big universe ♪
♪ Oh so many faces ♪
♪ But our hearts are one ♪
(psychedelic music continues)
(music softens and becomes apprehensive)
- (clears throat) Love.
Love is the most powerful force in the universe.
And what is music?
Music is love.
- [Trog] Balderdash!
(Krogarr coughing and heaving) (metal clanging)
- (sighs) Sorry.
(upbeat synth music)
- (grumbling) Trog solve. Trog solve.
- Okay Trog, go ahead.
- A bird in the hand,
worth two in bosh.
(all grumbling and booing)
- [Auto] I can't even believe that. What the hell?
- I'm sorry. But "bosh" is not a word.
Oh wait, wait. They're telling me...
Oh, oh, I guess it is a word!
Well ladies and gentlemen, how about that?
(audience cheering and clapping)
- What do I know?
- Congratulations Trog.
Doltron, tell them what they've won.
- [Doltron] Get ready for fun in the sun!
You have won an all expense paid trip to the planet Earth!
Home of the Tyrannosaurs Rex,
24 hour volcanic eruptions,
and the Pyramids of Fun water park!
Information not guaranteed to be up to date.
Off-planet taxes may apply.
(audience cheering) - Yay Trog!
Alrighty! Alrighty.
- This is Ploot Tellbot, signing off
and reminding you that no matter where you go,
there you are.
(eerie reverberating music) - Well that's just great.
Just leave me out here, floating around.
Anyway, here's some credits and some other stuff.
Hey look, I'm on TV!
(upbeat synth music)
(music becomes more staccato)
(music becomes more melodic)
(music becomes more percussive)
(music becomes more staccato)
(music becomes more percussive)
(music becomes more melodic)
(music ascends)
(music descends)
(music ascends)
(music descends)
(music reverberates and fades)
(acoustic music) ♪ Listen all you humans ♪
♪ Don't run away don't flee ♪
♪ We have come to conquer the entire galaxy ♪
(laughing wickedly)
♪ The rings of Saturn, they twist and they fold ♪
♪ Round and round your head and out through your nose ♪
♪ The winds on Titan they burn icy cold ♪
♪ Up and down your spine, right down to your soul ♪
♪ We are the ones that they warned you about ♪
♪ Rip off your heads and let your goodies run out ♪
♪ We'll snatch and peel your coverings off ♪
♪ We'll take your bones and throw them aloft ♪
♪ On mercury the girls are real hot ♪
♪ And their kisses will melt you right out of your socks ♪
♪ Their curves are sharp and rubber will burn ♪
♪ On any fool that lines up to take a turn ♪
♪ We are the ones their fathers warned them about ♪
♪ We sent them home with their fires put out ♪
♪ Yes we did ♪
♪ Chilled to the bone they were still content ♪
♪ With memories of the times we spent ♪
♪ Folks on Mars do love a good fight ♪
♪ And you can hear them going at it off into the night ♪
♪ Well they cur... ♪ (music stops)
Wait a minute, what do they do? They...
♪ Curse and they wail til they're blue in the face ♪
♪ And when they tie up ♪
♪ You can see the dust cloud from space ♪
♪ Watch 'em run ♪
♪ They run for cover when we come to town ♪
♪ We pick 'em up and slam 'em to the ground ♪
♪ Dare them to breathe or even move an inch ♪
♪ We kick their rasses with a monkey wrench ♪
♪ Yeah, bring it on ♪
♪ I'm your huckleberry ♪
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Come on robots ♪
♪ We'll just take it on home ♪
♪ We are the ones they were warned about ♪
♪ Rip off your heads and let their goodies run out ♪
♪ Deep to the bone they was ill-content ♪
♪ Memories of the times we spent ♪
(acoustic music fades)
(upbeat synth music)
(music intensifies)
(music deepens)
(music builds)
(music deepens)
(music becomes more percussive)
(music ends)
(wind whooshing) (costumes clacking)