Original subtitles

I come from the net, through systems, peoples, and cities, to this place.

Mainframe.

My format?

Guardian. To mend and defend.

To defend my newfound friends, their hopes and dreams.

To defend them from their enemies.

They say the user lives outside the net and inputs games for pleasure.

No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out.

Reboot!

Wait at the bar, wait at the bar.

Okay, who else? The Mitchell account?

Late as usual.

Also, the download from First National Data Bank is on hold awaiting your

imprint. You're late for a board meeting at Fish and Chips Industries, and you

missed your flight to Sector 1101.

Where are those two? When I get my hands on them, I'll... Ah, there they are.

I was really moving there, wasn't I, Bob?

Hairpin banks, loop -de -loops, straightaways.

And remember that wipeout?

Hey, Dot, what's processing?

Yeah, you okay?

Where have you two been?

We just stopped off to do a little circuit racing on our way back from

Circuit racing?

That wasn't on the schedule.

Oh, come on, Dot. It doesn't hurt for Enzo to have a little fun.

You remember fun, don't you, Dot?

Doesn't hurt.

Bob, I was supposed to take Enzo to his ancient language class milliseconds ago.

Now we're so late that my entire schedule is offline.

Oh, Dot, you have your whole life planned out. Why, you probably know

you're going to be at 10 ,030.

That would be the input -output conference in Sector 1.

See? You've got to take time to smell the Davey wheel.

I'd love to, Bob, but right now Enzo and I are late.

Ancient languages?

Mega boring.

Kubo, Fortran, they're dinosaurs!

Well, they may be dinosaurs, Enzo, but you never know when they might come in

handy. It's always better to be prepared.

That's your problem, Dot. You need to be more like me.

Taking things as they come.

Learning to do things on the fly.

Living on the edge.

Problem? Are you saying I have a problem?

Yeah, I guess I am. All those plans and schedules.

They're not good for a little kid.

What are you trying to do, huh? Turn poor Enzo into you? Totally pre

-programmed? Pre -programmed? Well, at least he won't be as inconsiderate and

random as some people.

Random? Guy, Guy, chill, will ya?

No, it's okay, Enzo. If your big sister feels she knows it all, far be it for me

to get in her way.

Now you're talking.

Well, Dot, then why don't you put this on your schedule?

I'll kiss a null before I step into this place again.

Fine by me.

Bob! Dot!

You didn't really mean that, did you, Dot? No, Bob?

Bob? Bob who?

Whoa, Enzo, does your sister know you're calling me? Is it on her schedule?

I don't care. I miss you, Bob, and so does Dot, but she won't admit it.

who's going to take me jet -balling or circuit racing now? I wish I could,

but you heard Dot. Spending a nanosecond with me could throw your entire life

out of whack.

Well, aren't you ever coming back to the diner?

Sorry, but I don't need Dot or the diner. Nope, not me.

I've got so much going on that I don't know where I'm going to find the time to

get it all done.

Lonely, call me. On the mainframe party line. My name's Kay, and I'm waiting to

hear from you.

Now.

Mike? Having trouble getting things done?

Let's get organized!

At least he didn't use the garbage disposal.

For the last time, Enzo, no! I am not calling him.

Aw, Doc!

Would you mind taking care of your bill now?

A tear?

Oh, great.

A tear?

All right.

I mean, oh, no. We better call Bob. He's the only one that can handle this.

Bob? Did you say Bob?

Ha! I think I can take care of myself. Thank you.

Someone get that door.

Good thing someone got the door.

And you thought I couldn't handle things without what's -his -file name.

Man, Bob and Dot have both gone totally random.

I better do something before someone gets hurt.

Just awful!

Those two are gonna crash us all!

Copy and paste that!

We gotta do something.

Dot won't talk to Bob. Bob won't talk to Dot. What can we do?

Bob and Dot. Dot and Bob.

Melee and Mainframe.

When will it end? Will Bob give up? Will Bob flee back to the supercomputer?

Leave Mainframe?

Supercomputer?

Calmness, everyone.

Now listen.

It is said that broken friendship is best mended by tragedy or

apology.

Wow.

Alphanumeric. Deep.

Uh, what do you mean exactly, Fong? I have no idea, child. But you

must ponder my words.

Tragedy or apology.

Hmm.

Bob! Bob!

You gotta help me! Quick!

Enzo, what is it? Where are you?

It's Megabyte! He's captured me! He's holding me hostage at Old Man Pierce's

data dump! Hurry, Bob! If he finds out that... You fools!

He's gotten to the vid window!

Seize him!

Bob! Help!

Whoa! Hang tough, Enzo. I'm coming.

Well, that's...

Old Man Pearsons?

Hold on, little brother. I'm on my way.

Nice and tight, boy.

Perfect.

Here they come.

Hit it.

This better work.

Help! Somebody help!

Poor me!

Help!

Enzo?

Hub, what are you doing here?

Me? I'm here to rescue Enzo. What about you?

Enzo called me. Why don't you just zip along now? I've got things under control

here. Oh, really? I'm surprised you could find time in that busy schedule of

yours to save your own brother.

Well, I'm surprised you were even available.

I thought you'd be too busy, you know, living on the edge and all.

Oh, brother.

Oh, is that so, Mr.

Supercomputer? Yeah, it is. It works too much.

Ansel, are you okay?

No thanks to you two.

Well, I would have been here sooner if your sister wasn't such a... Me?

If you weren't so basic, so low -density.

Oh, it's always me now, isn't it?

You're the basic one. Don't call me basic. I think you're about as basic as

comes. I mean, when I look up basic in the dictionary, it's you that I see,

Ow! It is said that broken friendship is best mended by tragedy

or... Anthology.

Anthology, eh?

Hmm. I think it's time for plan B.

Me, basic. Ha! Low density.

Ow!

Hologram.

What? For me? Cool.

Thanks.

Who'd be sending me a... Why, it's our... A hologram by Holomark.

When you care enough to project the very best, send Holomark.

It's so hard to say I'm sorry.

And even harder to say I was wrong.

It's times like these.

Said I realize what a special friend you are and how wrong I've been. You know

there's nothing we can't do together.

Won't you accept my apology?

Won't you meet me halfway?

Floating point at 1 ,400.

Please, Dot. You first.

No, you.

Look, they're talking.

Friendly, even.

Finally. Thank you, Fong.

Uh -oh.

A game.

But I'm not worried, Bob. I'm with you, and you're the best.

Hey, you're no hack yourself, Doc. No game could stop a team like us.

Yeah, it's like you said in your card. There's nothing we can't do together.

My card?

Uh -oh.

My card?

Well, you know, that sweet holomark you sent to apologize for being such a

creep. Me?

Apologize to you? Why in the motherboard would I do something like that?

Reboot.

Possibly because you were acting like a dip switch.

Reboot.

You were the one who said you were sorry.

Me?

Beginning self -destruction sequence.

Maybe we should get ourselves out of the game first, argue later.

Right. It starts with Alcatraz. We need that access key.

What a risk. He set the ship for self -destruct. This could be a little tough.

Nah, easy as pie squares.

We can use these to capture the rest. Come on, it'll be easy.

Ow!

Easy. Unless he cuts the main power.

You gotta cool it, Game Boy. With the main power down, now all the prisoners

loose. And the user's moving up the levels.

Here, toward the escape pods. We should get the main power back on first.

Otherwise, we'll have prisoners all over us. Then go after the user. I tell you,

Bob, calm, thoughtful planning will win this game. Not running around and

jumping.

Calm, thoughtful planning. I wish we had time.

Better get to that user. Now!

There he is!

This way!

Actually, Bob, I think this route is quicker.

Don't just look at the sequels.

Use your PCU! Now!

Oh, really?

I was going to try and reason with them.

Bob, you've got company.

Oh, please.

And I'm just getting started.

I can't believe it. Trapped in a stupid bubble.

Wait a minute.

A bubble.

Glitch. Pin.

Go figure.

Danger. Self -destruction sequence.

Dot, give me your location.

I'll be right there.

No. The user's moving too fast.

Get that main power back on. I need you to slow him down.

Main power?

Dot, this thing's in turbo, Yana. Not exactly my first language.

I remember ancient languages. Who needs them?

Okay, okay, so I'm a geek. Just tell me how to get this thing online.

F slash 7 slash 9 2. Alt V L. And don't forget to declare your variables at the

beginning. Duh, I'm not that basic.

Then go to 25 backslash V 30.

31. Then V slash E.

Slash V. And watch those array sizes.

Slash V.

Initialize sequence.

Begin.

Now use the power bypass to access me an alternate route to... Dot, behind you!

Thanks, Bob.

Just returning the favor. Looks like the user's heading up through cell block H.

You go right, then up the starboard corridor. I'll slow him down.

Got it.

Move, Dot! We need that access key!

Okay, Mr.

User -No -More -Kid -Stuff.

What do you say we take this game to a higher level?

Ooh, that's gotta smart.

You won't be getting very far without this.

Doc, we're running out of time.

We need a plan. A strategy.

Crash the plan. Just get down here. Now!

Okay, okay. You and Glitch better be ready. Because here I come.

What do you mean, here you come?

Lich. Anything!

Looking for this?

Self -destruction program deactivated.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Game over.

Well,

we did it.

Nice work.

Not so bad yourself.

I guess we'll be seeing you around the diner a little more.

Really?

You know, those were really some great moves in there. Your response time was

amazing. You might even say you were acting on the fly, living on the edge.

Well, I couldn't have done it if you weren't always one step ahead of the

It was like you had a plan all along.

We might as well forget about Bob and Dot. We're talking split -screen city

those two.

Interface faulty, incompatible, unlinked, unmerged. Why, they couldn't

a few... I don't think so, Bob. That was some pretty heavy keyboard action you

were laying down.

Bob? Dot?

Hey, where do you two think you're going?

Into the diner. Want to join it?

No, no, no, Dot. It was you. You were the one that saved our bitmap.

Hey, think... again, mister, if it wasn't for you down in engineering.

I give up.

Those two are hopeless.

No problem.