Original subtitles

Look out!

Holy moly! It works.

Holy moly! They've been smushed!

It's the News of the World...

Beep, beep, beep.

...coming to you in sound, glorious sound!

It's been one year since Stan Smith's VoiceTronic ThroatBug

transformed the globe.

Anywhere people can talk, they do!

From politicians...

My opponent has called me a munz-watcher,

a gongoozler, a spatherdab, and a dotties man!

But I assure you, the only one that's true is that I'm a gongoozler.

...to spinster librarians. - Shh!

Why, even animals are getting in on the fun.

Wonderful.

It's all thanks to the Wizard from the Farm, whose genius invention

has turned him into a captain of industry!

He's even erected his own gleaming tower

of rivet and steel, Stan Co.,

cleverly named after the man himself,

who he himself cleverly named it. After himself.

With money and fame well in hand,

and a jaunty new mustache dripping in oil,

one thing was sure to follow.

Love! Genuine love.

It's clear what she's feeling.

Love, love, lovely love!

But it hasn't all been so smooth

for the Wunderkind Gifter of Gab.

Others have pushed into the voice box business,

and buyer beware.

Some knockoffs are of a dangerously low quality.

News of the dangers of Roger Co's fabulous TalkMaker VibraPhone,

affectionately known as the Speech Leech, are grossly exagg--

He's dead!

But obstacles to Smith's success come not only from without,

but from within.

His workers have gone on strike!

Union! Union!

With all these challenges,

what is the man in the great tower working on next?

Oh, I hope it's soap you can eat.

I eat soap all the time, and I'm tired of feeling sick.

The strike is a minor hiccup,

but Stan Co. continues to do robust business.

People will be talking in Australia by year's end,

and I, for one, can't wait to hear what they sound like.

So we're number one?

- Number one. - Number one!

- The top. - Well done, sir.

But there are other numbers.

Well, yes, there are other numbers below us.

Below is okay.

- We're above the below. - You look great, Mr. Smith.

Granted, Bullock has 20% of the market.

Selling my invention.

- But you have 60%! - I should have 100.

Nobody has 100% market share.

My sainted mother didn't sell her only blanket...

The blanket!

...to send me to the city

so that I could be less than a total success.

You bums better get this man

the rest of the market share right now!

What's the report on my donkey?

He's right over there if you'd like to turn your head and look.

I'm too busy. What's his status?

He's not touching the lobster tails, sir.

They must be old or small.

Get him big fresh ones immediately.

It's Tuesday, big boy.

I need my sparkles.

Mm. Yummy.

She's a lucky girl, sir.

She's gaga for you.

I'm gaga for you.

Ahem. The launch for your new mysterious product is only a few days away.

Perhaps a preview for the boys on the board?

No.

I can't trust anyone.

That man is here to see you, sir.

Well, if it isn't my fellow genius

who is about to launch a secret product.

What is it? I'm just kidding. I don't even care what it is.

I brought my Bible. I'm sure you've noticed.

I love the Bible now.

You're obviously doing great. The wood in here is so dark.

I'm doing great too.

My gadget boys in the lab have cooked up a camera

so small it can fit inside a Bible.

Uh, not this Bible, though.

A safe. Nice!

Solid. Hey, what if we traded secrets, yeah?

I'll tell you how I get my voice boxes

to let off those totally intentional, invigorating, little harmless zaps,

great for throat health, by the way,

and you could tell me whatever it is you've got cooking...

Tell me your secrets.

Mr. Smith, we're so honored to have your wife

as our headline singer,

and she's a very good singer.

I mean, singing is so new,

and there are already lots of better singers out there.

But I think for now, in this early phase,

she's a good singer.

Especially since you're giving me that bri...

Bribe. Kickback. The cash.

What a singer.

♪ People are talking ♪

♪ Talking about people ♪

♪ I hear them whisper ♪

♪ You won't believe it Darling ♪

♪ They think we're lovers... ♪

Wow. That's nice in the ears.

Enjoying the show, Smith?

I have every right to be angry, you know?

I gave you a job and you stole my girl.

Or rather, you outbid me.

You got a lot of nerve

talking about the boss' wife like that.

Oh, I know you didn't just talk directly to my boss.

Profits are up, up, up at Bullock Co.

People just love these voice boxes, but what's next, Smith?

Whatcha got cooking in that brilliant mind of yours?

That's none of your beeswax!

My boss is a million times stronger than your boss!

Whatever it is, I'll just go down,

buy one from the store

and have my engineers figure it out.

Like I did last time.

I'll kill you for what your boss just said.

The emperor himself.

His breath stinks of the richest gravies and sauces.

Why, smelling one of his belches

would be the most decadent moment in our horrible lives!

Loud, terrible world.

A year ago, I changed everything.

Yeah, you did!

Let me finish.

On my face!

I brought you the VoiceTronic ThroatBug.

I gave voice to a voiceless world.

And I haven't been impressed with what you've had to say.

"I don't want to work hard."

"I'm going to tell you what you want to hear

because I'm a spineless yes man."

I agree with Boss. You guys are pathetic.

"I'm going to steal your ideas and grow fat from my deceit."

I think that's me.

I don't like it.

It's time for me to change everything again.

Far beyond black, gray and white,

I have discovered that there are hidden true colors

to everything in the universe.

When can we buy it?

You can't. I'll never sell it.

Then what can we buy?

For a price, anyone and anything can be colorized,

but only I have the technology,

and now that you've seen it, you'll want more.

You don't know what a banana truly looks like

until it's been shined on by my fabulous machine.

The banana color is not what you think.

I gotta have it!

Myriad kaleidoscopic wonders

locked behind a gate to which I alone hold the key.

I've been called a Prometheus,

but he merely stole the gifts of the gods.

I am a god.

So if you ever want to see the color of your children's eyes,

you'll have to pray to me!

How beautiful.

Thanks for the sparkles.

Oh, God, Boss, your blood is so...

I guess this color needs a name.

Blood color.

You've been shot! You need help!

What I need is my prism back.

How will we ever find them?

They won't be able to resist.

There you are.

Look at you!

Look at you!

Look at that!

We've got to go underground.

That was close for a few seconds,

but I think it's definitely time

to count those chickens.

Oh, God, we're on the L-train!

There he is!

I have a zeppelin too, just as good.

Now it's simply a matter of reeling it in

using my patent-pending Roger Co. Reacher Creature!

Piece of junk!

No...

Ah!

It wasn't another voice box.

It was something that made things look crazy!

- I don't know how to describe it. - Could you try?

I don't feel like it.

Is it like that?

Oh, my God!

This is our chance!

They're going into the Self-Made Man!

The only way out is up, and that's where I am.

What you have belongs to me.

You just jumped out?

I don't know how to drive this thing!

The color, it isn't yours.

You're right. It isn't ours.

It belongs to everyone!

What are you doing? No!

I'm ruined.

Thanks for not giving me the old heave-ho

and letting me leave with my dignity intact.

So what's your favorite color?

What an exciting new question.

Mother! I'm a failure, Mother.

I lost my fortune. I lost my shirt.

I know.

Come on home, son.

I never wanted to come back to the farm,

and if I did,

I wanted to come back as a man of great renown

on a billion donkeys made of gold!

Not on one donkey made of donkey meat.

Hit me with your rolling pin!

I had to sell my rolling pin to get to the city.

I forgot to send you money. I'm such a loser.

You know what else is really making me nuts?

I don't even know who shot me.

- I shot you. - What? Why?

You were being a real bad boy.

Everyone else was a bad boy first.

Why am I the only one who has to go back where I started?

Where it's hard, it's bleak, it's...

It's beautiful.

The things you share are yours to keep.

I wish I had my money too, and my hot traitor wife.

But this is... This is nice.