Original subtitles

I come from the net, through systems, networks, and sprites, to this place,

mainframe. My format, guardian, to mend and defend.

To defend my friends, their hopes and dreams.

To defend them from all of their enemies.

Now what I need is a plan.

Hi, sis.

Alphanumeric, super cool, pixelatious, high density.

Enzo, slow down. And stop dragging Dad around like that.

Madam, I am not amused.

Hey, it's Cecil, our foreign stereotype comic relief.

That's Cecil.

Hi, everybody.

Not thinking of another plan, are you?

Hey, who's he?

Oh, no.

Two Bobs? How can this be?

Don't ask us.

How long have you been having these dreams?

Ever since Bob returned.

Bob? I mean the other Bob, not Glitch Bob.

Interesting choice of names.

Glitch Bob, Bob.

You know what I mean.

Oh, I know what you mean.

The question is, do you?

It's impossible to get surgery... If I don't... You need... After you.

Oh, thanks.

I need an energy shake, but I got a feeling we're in for a long wait.

So, you merged with Glitch?

Yeah, and you say you can't remember what happened in the web.

My guardian code must have shut me down, protected me in some way.

The last thing I do remember is Megabyte throwing me into the missile and...

Don't remind me.

So, what do you think happened?

Well, I know what happened to me. The question is, how were you created?

Me? What makes you think I'm the copy?

Well, I've got memories.

Copies can have memories.

What if you were copied from me, then went on to live on the web?

Well, I... But honestly, which one of us looks like the original?

Hi, guys. What you up to?

Just getting to know each other.

Need any advice? I'm an expert on this sort of thing.

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

Now, move!

Oh, this is crazy!

I nearly hit him there!

Remember what he said he'd do to us if we didn't try to hit him. This is 8

This is totally 8 -bit. What if Fonche finds out?

Hello, boys.

Tell me something.

Is that live ammo?

He made us do it. Yeah, we didn't want to.

We'll see about that.

If you ask me, he's two chips short of a motherboard.

Ow. Well, he is.

What? Andrea?

What in the net are you playing at, Matrix?

Training. What does it look like?

With live ammo?

Our enemies don't use blanks. It's over, Sparky.

Damon's gone.

We're home.

We won, remember?

Yeah, but what do we do now?

We relax, lover. The fighting's over.

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning.

Warning.

Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

Some things never change.

Alphanumeric! The user won't stand a chance with all of us in the game!

Well, you're not going in for a start!

What?!

You haven't had your icon checked.

You have no idea what Hex did to you.

You can all stop right there.

Dart?

What do you think you're doing? We're all going to go fight the game.

Well, you're not, for a start.

Well, that's what he said.

And neither are you, Glick... Bob.

But remember what happened the last time you tried to reboot?

What happened?

But that was before.

I'm pretty sure that... And I'm totally sure.

You stay out of games until Fong gives you a clean bill of health.

What happened?

Bob, can you reboot?

Well, yeah.

Do you mean he can't? You and Matrix take the game.

Everyone else, stay out.

You can't reboot?

Dot, is this wise?

We don't know anything about this guy.

I trust him.

Come on, Matrix.

Let's do it.

Just like old times.

Come on, you need a power -up. Then you'll feel better.

Dot couldn't wait to get away from me.

You're reading too much into this.

Mouse and Ray are about to check in with her. She's a busy sprite now.

Well, she always was.

And stay out.

Hey guys, are you sure this is a good idea?

Bob needs an energy shake, and I don't think he's got a chance of getting

at Dot Diner. I never did.

Cecil hasn't changed one bit.

See, I remember that.

Copy? Me?

No glitch, no game stats.

Not a problem. This one was old when I was young.

I can't believe the user still plays it.

You've played this one before?

Oh, yeah.

Welcome to the dojo level of Pantsu Heavy.

X. Basic multi -level fight game with a twist.

Okay. What do we have to do?

Wait. What?

This is the final level, Bob.

So the user might not even get here?

Yeah. The game sprites might defeat him.

This is good. But if the user does make it this far...

He's going to have power -ups out the yin -yang.

This is not good.

So, let's see what we got.

Come here, boy.

Reboot.

Oh, no.

You were right, though. Just like old times.

Oh, you can laugh.

What? We know what you're gonna reboot as.

Okay.

Reboot!

I told you there was a twist.

This is bad.

Freaky!

And apart from some minor system problems... Heck.

Probably. The net's clean.

So... Everything's back to normal.

As if Damon never happened.

So, how's our favorite guardian?

He... there, okay.

I'm dying to know. Which one did you choose?

Mouse? Get out of here, Ray.

Come on. It's just us girls now.

I can't tell you, Mouse.

You won't tell me?

No, I can't.

I don't know.

Freak!

Freak!

Freak, it's really starting to freak me out now. Look, just tell me the point of

this game.

Why am I stuck in here?

I'm a Pantsu Heavy trainer.

You're a Pantsu Heavy X, a mutant creature.

I keep you in that tiny container and release you to fight for me. You keep

creatures in cages?

And release them just to fight?

Yeah. That is sick!

Let's do it!

Okay, boys, game on!

I release this!

Bobzilla, I release thee!

Finally,

you just kept talking those things.

Whoa, I'm a monster.

This is different.

Godzilla! Use your atomic nostril blast!

Behind you! Use your nuclear bottom burr!

You're kidding, right?

Um,

and, uh, Matrix, a little help?

Sorry, Bob.

A trainer can only call strategy. I can't fight the heavy X's.

What? And he's got a full set.

150 of them.

Not good.

This is not good.

Can you believe it? He ignored us.

Yeah, I tell you, back in the days we were viral, he wouldn't have dared skate

by. Yeah, the uniform meant something.

We got respect.

And girls, remember?

I... I... I was never viral.

I mean, like, so what if you are a copy?

Some of my best friends are copies.

The important thing is to be true to yourself.

Okay. One power -up mop.

One NICAD booster.

Easy on the vault.

And a double E shape.

Enjoy.

Well, I think you're the real deal, Bob.

And I don't care.

I'm a copy of a backup, and I'm okay. Us copies have got to stick together.

Hey, you're right.

What difference does it make?

I've always been me.

Nice hair. What?

Help!

I can't!

There must be something you could do.

No! The rules aren't clear!

You're a renegade!

Cheat! Oh.

Right.

Sorry Bob.

You know, Bob, I don't think you're supposed to do that.

Game over.

Ah, yeah!

Bob won for the good guys!

Bob? You look disappointed.

No, no, I'm not. I'm glad they won. It's just... Weird.

Yeah.

Really weird.

Ha -ha! We did it! Give me five digits.

Oh, man.

What a rush.

It's just like old times, huh, Bob?

Couldn't have done it without you, Enzo.

Enzo? I'm sorry.

I meant Matrix.

No. Coming from you, it sounded okay.

Sort of right.

Enzo.

Hey, fancy a game of Jetball?

No.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Oh, oh dear.

Why did he have to come back?

Um, who?

Bob! I'd made a decision.

I had a plan. We were going to be happy.

Go on.

We could be together at last. No megabyte to fight or hexadecimal to deal

Damon was gone. I had a plan.

Well, you always do.

But now what do I do? There's two of them. How does that work?

Well, maybe it doesn't.

Now what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, uh, sorry.

I was just humoring you.

Well, stop it!

Give me some advice.

But you have made your choice, haven't you?

I thought I had, but... But?

Now when I look at Glitch Bob, all I remember is what we've been through.

I remember the bad times.

All the horror.

All the pain.

I see.

And Bob?

When I see him, everything's all right.

He looks right. He even sounds right.

I feel safe.

Happy even.

When I'm with him, it's like coming home.

How's he doing, Fong?

I have given him simple devices to communicate with.

He seems happy enough.

Dad?

Dad, can you hear me?

I'm afraid that since Hexadecimal left us, Wellman has reverted to his original

nibbles persona.

But there is some good news.

As you know, Wellman's presence in Mainframe confirms something we had long

suspected. That a null retains the code of the sprite it used to be.

The tech boys have come up with a portable device to sample and download

codes. That? That means we can build up a library of games, then use the code on

nulls right here in the lab.

Exactly. We may be able to recompile the nullified sprites.

That's great, Thong.

But how do we restore Dad?

He wasn't nullified by a game.

A solution to that problem still escapes me, my child.

Enzo Matrix, son of Mainframe's most brilliant scientist, or the unwitting

of an insane virus.

Hello, I'm Mike the TV, and this is Little Brother Virtual Reality TV.

Hexadecimal, the south -style queen of chaos, may be gone from Mainframe, but

she gone forever from the net, or does her legacy live on?

What exactly did Hex do to Enzo's icon before she made the ultimate sacrifice?

Could this unsuspecting little sprite turn viral at any moment?

And just where do we get this footage from?

Stay tuned.

These are just some of the probing questions we will answer on Little

Does this aspect ratio make me look fat?

They're the same sprite, but they're not, if you know what I mean.

Yeah? One looks different, and the other looks the same.

Not the same. I mean, looks right.

No, not right. Original.

That's not right either.

No, it ain't. Bob is Bob, and Glitch Bob isn't. But he is. Are you with me?

I'm trying to be.

What do I do, Mouse?

Well, stand still for a start. You're driving me crazy.

Well? What did Fong say?

He was no help. Follow your heart, my child.

You know what he's like. Basically, make up your own mind.

Sounds like good advice.

But... No one can help you, Dot. It's up to you.

But... All right, I think you should choose Bob.

But Glitch Bob saved us from Megabyte and... Okay, choose Glitch Bob.

But what about Bob? Bob looks like Bob.

Well...

Catch you later, sugar.

Fong, you've got to split us apart.

You and Dot?

What? You want to split up with Dot?

Oh, that will make things easier for her.

No, no, no, not Dot.

Glitch. I want to be with Dot, but I think she likes the other guy better. So

decompile and separate me from Glitch.

So you will look like the other guy.

Exactly. I cannot do it.

We do not have the technology in Mainframe.

I know that. This has never been done before, remember?

Oh, dear.

What's the password for the archive? Maybe I can splice some code together

and... Fong, what is the password?

Password? Yes, I'm... Well, it's... Oh, this is great. Now you don't trust

me. Oh, do not be silly.

You don't think I'm the original?

Yes, I do.

Well, then give me the password.

Oh, that... Oh,

an alarm.

Saved by the bell.

No, no, no, no. That is a klaxon.

What have you got for me?

Sir, ma 'am, the long -range sensors are picking up game energy. Probable

location, kits.

Clear the sector. Alert Matrix, Andrea, and Bob.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hack, Flash.

Yes, sir, Bob.

Did you say mom?

What? It is ma 'am. Yes, sir. Ma 'am, you called her mom!

Boys, not another word.

Fong. Dot.

Oh, hi, Glitch.

Hi, Bob.

Hi, Dot.

Could you tell Fong... Sorry, Bob, haven't got time.

This is it, Fong. Hack and Slash will pick up the game code sampler and... I

need to go in a game with it.

What? But you said... You? Go in a game?

Yes, yes, the data must be sampled correctly.

Okay.

Boys, change that command to 4 .06.

Escort and return.

Yes, sir!

What are you doing here?

I'm sure they'll help, Sparky.

Marvelous. All we need now is Enzo to show up. That is not even funny.

By the way, where is the young sprite?

It's okay.

Cecil's guarding him.

Cecil?

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

What am I, a nanny?

We're the same sprite, but we're not.

Do you know what I mean?

Oh, believe me, I know, sugar.

Oh, sure, I look different and he looks normal, but that doesn't mean he's the

original.

What do you think, Mouse?

Well, I think it's a mistake to separate from Glitch.

You are what you are.

Leave it at that.

I can't. I've got to try. It might make the difference.

I love her, Mouse.

So what are you waiting for?

Go for it.

I can't. Fong didn't, or wouldn't, give me the password to the archive.

Well, I can help you there.

And you're in.

Oh, I don't know what to say.

Thanks, Mouse.

Invite me to the wedding.

You take care, Sugar.

Right. Inventory. What have we got here?

So, have you played this one before, Matrix?

No.

Andrea?

The game is in progress.

They're fighting.

Out there!

The user's on his way. The game sprites didn't stop it.

Let's do it!

an offline Cecil when I see him.

I just made it in.

Hi, little Sparky. Now you know you shouldn't be in here.

I know, but you left me with Cecil. Have you ever spent any time with Cecil? I'd

rather be nullified in a game.

That's a fair comment.

Oh, no!

Not him again.

But I thought you hadn't played this game.

We have it. This must be a new version, but we have met the user before.

Frocky the Rabid Raccoon.

Let's do it.

Ringo! No!

I

go

in here.

No, set timer first.

Ten should do.

Code triggered.

And I, minus glitch, exit here.

Or... Here.

Glitch ends up where I'm not.

Let's do it.

What are these things?

You appear to be some sort of mannequin.

Mannequin?

Bad walker?

Well, you aren't going to be any help.

Rocky's searching for a way in. It's time to do it, lover.

Okay.

Reboot.

Reboot!

What happened? What happened to Fong and the idiots?

Yogurt? I, um... I, um... We're here.

Right in front of you. Yeah, and we hurt the idiots' lungs.

Well, that didn't work.

What a good evening, attention.

One down, two to go.

Glitch there, me there.

Ah, sorry about that.

Perfect, this is.

Good.

You're certainly not low on fat, Yogurt.

The green button you must press.

We need to get back to the game.

Automatic, Chancellor is.

Leave it if you can.

Why are you... talking like that.

Keep this up.

I'm finished.

I can't throw another unfeasibly big object.

The arm's killing me.

And these hands aren't helping either.

If he gets on the table and eats, he'll power up.

Then we'll never stop him.

They're not going to stop him.

We're going to get vilified.

Hey,

what's that noise?

Oh, sorry about that. I was scared.

No, that fizzing noise.

Oh. When we shake, it feels like we're going to blow.

Blow up, Eddie. It's not fizzing.

Hey.

Okay, boys. I have got an idea.

This is the part I hate.

The waiting.

John!

I need you to release this tear for me.

There, that should do it.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm not going anywhere, but I'm hoping to come back, if you know what I

mean. I haven't a clue.

Well, you'll see.

I hope.

Bob, there's a game in progress. Are you sure this is a good time to be fooling

around with... No time like the present. Anyway, there's Matrix and Andrea

and... Bob.

They'll win the game, so, you know, release the tear when I get up there,

That's not like him.

Not to care about a game?

Yeah.

but strangely refreshed.

Now, why didn't I think of this sooner?

the sauce.

Are you okay?

Yeah. That was super cool.

Angel, you helped save us all. I am so proud of you.

Yeah, that was okay, kid.

Pixelacious.

High praise indeed.

I'm never going to smile again.

I liked your hair, by the way.

You mean you don't like it now?

What is it?

I don't know, but something's not right.

Flitch! Splitter!

Bob! What in the net? It's Bob.

I heard him scream.

Get down to the war room. Contact Turbo. I want a Guardian med team here at

once.

Fong, I need something to stabilize him. Get to it.

Let me try something.

Ah!

What is he covered with?

What happened, Dot?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

on what made this Bob try such a stupid stunt.

He's been acting odd for a while now.

I don't think my arrival helped.

No, you can't blame yourself.

But I can't help it.

Turbo, keep us informed.

Anything happens, you'll be the first to know.

Dot, maybe it would be best if I left.

I can go back to the supercomputer or... No!

No, please. You must stay. This is your home now.

Remember?

But I don't remember.

Everything.

I'm out of place here.

But things will work out.

They always do.

I'm not so sure this time.

I've missed you so much.

You can't go away again.

Promise.

I promise.

I promise.

I love you, Bob.

I've always loved you.

Doc, marry me.

And we'll be together for all time.

Go.

Help, Andrea.

Coming.

This is the one?

It's beautiful, Dot.

Wow. Download it on. I can't wait to see you in it. Where's mine?

Cecil, you can't go in there.

I am the wedding planner.

Go away, please.

Stop.

How do you open this thing? Vito, no!

Mouse, hide the dress. Bob can't see it.

Has anyone got the key for this?

Can we help you, sugar?

Are you mad?

Do you want the ceremony here?

Well, we wanted to choose somewhere that had some personal significance.

Mom.

What's the problem?

Oh, nothing.

Absolutely nothing at all. This is a lovely room of elation.

Now this is a room.

Cecil, don't you think it's a little Spartan?

And big?

At the moment, yes. But wait and see.

Okay, over there, a little color here.

Draperies, play settings, string quartet.

Oh, these statues with huge turns.

It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.

Now push off and let the micro work.

I've never seen anything like it. He's completely non -responsive. Some sort of

crystalline state.

What are his energy signs?

He doesn't have any. I'm not getting any BPM.

We're losing him. Move it, people. Get him into stasis.

Get him straight in the FPS chamber.

Yes, sir.

Hey, what are you doing with that tape measure?

Whoa! But, sir!

I can do this myself.

Well, if you insist.

And how are we doing in here?

Do I know you?

Search yourselves.

Come out when you're ready.

Oh, sir!

I feel stupid.

But you look good enough to eat.

That's better.

Looking sharp, boys.

And you're going to look great when that's finished, Matrix.

Hey, where's your monkey suit?

Oh, I'll be wearing my dress uniform.

What, and I have to wear this?

Well, yeah. The best sprite has to look the part.

Well, that just... Did you say best sprite?

It'd be an honor.

Well, you better download this.

Uh, I need a quiet word, guys. Could you?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Love's a word.

Discretion is our middle name.

I thought your middle name was Elgin.

Hey, what's up?

I've just heard from Turbo.

The other Bob.

Is he... Not good and getting worse.

I'm going to have to tell Dot.

Maybe put the wedding off. No, you can't do that.

Look, I've never seen Sister happy.

Bob, just don't tell her.

Please.

Okay.

If you're sure.

Here you all are.

So what have you been up to?

Don't ask.

Just about everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.

I've had to change everything, rebook something, cancel others. You wouldn't

believe it.

Having fun, then.

Loving every nanow of it.

Well, big brother, I've a favor to ask.

Go ahead. Ask away.

Would you walk up the aisle with me and give away the bride?

Dot, I... I... I know, it should be Dad, but Dad's not

himself, so... Enzo, just the sprite I need to see. Would you be my best

Best sprite?

Sure, Bob.

You're so sweet.

Here, you better read this.

Dot, I would be honored.

Bob, what's a stag knife?

I have never seen her so happy.

She deserves it. She's been through a lot.

I hope the boys are having this much fun.

More jelly, Bob?

More jelly, Matrix?

No.

My work here is done.

Cecil, by the user.

This is amazing.

Incredible. But of course it is.

No, Cecil, I'm serious. This is fabulous. Thank you.

You're very welcome, Mr. Bob.

Beautiful. Stunning.

Oh, well, I wouldn't go too far.

No, really.

What can I say?

It is a gift.

You know, we were really warming up to each other there.

Yes. Yes, we were. I didn't like it. We'll see.

I'm out of ideas.

Nothing could penetrate.

Whatever that is, what energy remains within his body is fading.

We're losing him, sir.

Or just a copy.

Brendan, the bride or the groom?

Well, both.

Both?

Beats me.

Yeah, maybe they sit in the aisle. The aisle? Oh, yeah, works for me. Yeah, let

me show you to your floor.

Never mind. We'll see ourselves.

Arr! There's the captain!

Come back, young sprite.

We will be late.

I've got to get Dad.

He can't miss this.

Oh, how are you, old friend?

Do you think he knows what's going on? You know, Dot and everything?

Oh, I'm sure he is very happy for his daughter.

How are we going to get him to the wedding?

Are you all right?

Yeah. I was freaky.

Oh, I am not sure what happened, but your icon is normal again.

Enzo, phone.

I have returned.

Is she here yet?

Yeah. Great.

We can't find Fong and Enzo.

What?

Look, don't worry.

We're on it.

But at least the bride showed up.

Go and get her.

Oh, yeah, right.

Wait. We've got someone else to do that.

You look beautiful, Princess.

This is the happiest second of my life.

We did everything we could, sir.

Yeah.

We are all here to witness the joining together.

Look, the key tools.

They're returning.

They're trying to save him.

Copeland, welcome home.

We are joined again.

The key tools have separated Glitch from Bob.

How is he?

Scanning now, sir.

Glitch has been upgraded.

Bob's okay.

This code doesn't match what we have on file.

So, looks like he's the copy.

That's gonna hurt.

Welcome back, Bob.

And if any sprite knows why Dot and Bob should not be joined together, they

should speak now or forever hold their peace.

I do.

Bob!

You're okay.

I'm pretty far from okay.

You can't do this, Dot.

I love you.

I've had enough of this.

Glitch! Energy burst! No! Stop!

Both of you! But Dot! Bob, I'm sorry, but... But...

But Dot, he must be the real one.

He's got glitch.

It doesn't matter, Enzo.

Why? You're too young to understand.

So it's final.

I'm the copy.

Look, Bob. No.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could change your mind.

I'm ruining everything for you.

I'll go.

Should I continue?

Yes. Please.

Go on.

And if there are no other objections?

If either of you know any reason why you cannot be joined together, speak

now. Is that

a yes?

What are you doing, Glitch?

What's happening to me?

What's happening to you?

Look at him!

I see my charade is at an end.

A pity.

We would have made a perfect couple.

Oh, this brass don't come with a katana.

I've got him.

No, he's mine.

I've missed you, Guardian.

Welcome back.

Back and fully charged.

Let's do it.

Are you alright, sugar?

No.

Nooooo!

No, don't look at me.

What a butter. What a butter? It's all I got.

Why,

Megabyte?

Why do this?

It amused me.

We'll laugh this off. Glitch. Power Ram.

Impressive you seem stronger than I remember I've been working out

You ready?

Yeah. And Bob, welcome home.

Let's do it.

Where is he?

He couldn't have gotten out.

He's out cold.

But I just saw Becky outside.

Megabyte. He can shapeshift. How?

The web's changed him. He's become a Trojan horse virus.

So how are we going to find him?

Yeah! Oh!

Oh, he's gone.

He's shifted again.

What are we going to do, Bob?

I'm... I'm not sure.

Origin horse viral capacity now.

He can duplicate any form.

He could be anywhere, right in front of us, and we never know.

No way!

He could be here! He could even be me!

We're five megabyte now!

And so... Sorry, Dad.

I'm sending a viral incident team immediately.

They'll be there in nanoseconds.

No! What?

No. Keep your executioners where they are. We'll deal with this ourselves.

So now you want to save Megabyte.

Still clinging to your radical theories, huh, Bob?

Look, Turbo, I don't care what you think of my ideas anymore.

If we'd done it your way, if we'd deleted Hex when she first arrived, the

net would have been destroyed by Damon.

The readme of fate is a complex program indeed.

If we need your help, we'll call for it.

Okay, Bob.

This is your show now.

What do we do?

Well, first, what do we know?

Megabyte's back, uglier than before, with some new tricks from the web.

The web?

Another level of cyberspace, my friend.

I have missed so much. I only dreamed of the net. Now there is the web as well.

But Megabyte shouldn't have survived the web.

My code protected him.

Bob, how did he get your code in the first place?

I've been thinking about that.

Before he shot me into the web, megabyte crushed glitch.

There. At that point there was a partial transfer of code.

Once I was in the web, I changed.

I didn't realize the code was missing.

This also explains why both Megabyte and Bob were only partially degraded by the

web. They both had some guardian code.

Sir, we have a situation outside.

What do we want? We want to be viral.

When do we want it?

I hate mainframe neovirals. I hate mainframe neovirals.

This is Mike the TV with a breaking news story.

Oh, no. This just in. Be alarmed. Be very alarmed.

Megabyte has returned to mainframe with new viral powers.

Oh, he could be anywhere.

He could be anyone.

Is that really your wife, Mr. Norton? Is that really your pussy, Mrs. Slocum?

Trust no one, for no one is safe from his evil viral clutches.

Oh, no.

Panic. Panic now. Like only you know how to do.

What in the net is Mike doing?

I don't know. But when I get my hands on him... This is just causing mass panic.

Hey, it's not Mike. It's Megabyte.

What? Oh, of course.

Panic only helps him. And it causes us nothing but trouble.

So how do we catch him?

Perhaps we could devise a test, a way of identifying it. Then we can see who was

real. But Dad, when he was Bob, he fooled us all.

And even Fong's scan couldn't detect the difference.

Oh, dear.

Right. So if we can't ID him, we'll just have to outsmart him.

Go on, Bob.

Where's Dot?

We apologize for any inconvenience,

but assure you that normal status will be resumed as soon as possible. There is

no cause for alarm.

Well, maybe a small alarm.

cause for alarm.

Just make sure you stay in pairs at all times and do not walk the city alone.

Oh, and before I forget, here is an artist's impression of Megabyte's new

Oh, nice one, phone.

Please report any sightings of Megabyte to the authorities.

That is all.

You can't keep beating yourself up about it, Dot. He had us all going, you know.

Oh, Mouse, I almost married Megabyte.

I know, but who can blame you? He played you like a movie file, honey.

He used your emotions against you, your memories of the past, your feelings for

Bob. And that's what really hurts.

I gave up on him again.

I turned my back on the real Bob.

I feel like I betrayed him.

Imagine how he must feel.

But this is Bob.

He'll forgive you. Are you sure?

I don't think I could forgive that easily.

I feel so ashamed.

Don't. You've got to talk to him. I can't face him, Mal.

Not yet.

Hi.

Hello, Dot.

What's up?

I need a word with Dot.

Good. You've got things to talk about. I'll be moseying along.

No, no, wait.

Don't leave. What if that's not Bob?

What?

Oh, brother.

No. How do we know it's really Bob? He could be... Megabyte!

Run away!

Oh, some bodyguards.

This? Of course it's Bob.

I've been with him all along.

Dot, it's me. It's really me. Can't you tell?

No. No, I can't.

Not now.

Look, Dot.

We... I need you back at the principal office.

Megabyte's out there. Somewhere.

Help me catch him.

And we can end this.

Together.

I can't feel my digits.

When we get our hands on those two, they'll be sorry.

I got their license, don't worry. BDR -529.

We'll teach them the meaning of the word respect.

Respect? And what would a neo -viral know about respect?

Watch it, Mike!

You'll be the first to get to war when the revolution comes.

Revolution? Oh, yeah, right.

And how would you do that?

Together, you having the CPU power to drive a calculator.

God, that's it.

I'm going to change your channel, pal.

Stay where you are.

Good doctor.

Keeping the faith, I see.

What?

I have returned.

Now submit your PIDs and join me.

Together we will welcome a new viral dawn.

Do this willingly and you will reap the rewards of the victorious.

Resist and...

Clear of the hangar.

Mouse, keep your eye on those scanners.

They're still clear.

Roger that.

Gateway command on its way to the archive.

Sure Megabyte will attempt to steal the Gateway Command?

Positive. I may have made some tactical mistakes against Damon, but this virus,

I know.

He always wanted access to the supercomputer, and the Gateway's the

to get there.

And when he was Bob, we even showed him that it works.

Exactly.

Oh, dear.

If he got to the supercomputer now, with his new abilities... But we do not even

know the extent of his new abilities.

Sir, ma 'am, the convoy is approaching the archives.

Fong, ready the access code.

Incoming.

There's no driver. It's being operated remotely.

Now it's not.

Get a truck. Fine.

We'll tow it.

Where does he get those ABCs from?

It didn't take him long to build an army again, did it?

Just as Dot surmised. And now he has the Gateway Command.

Don't you love it when a plan comes together?

Herr Doctor, it is only a matter of time before the Guardian and his friends

show up.

The gateway is online and functioning perfectly, Lord Megabyte.

Excellent. Now hurry, target the supercomputer.

Finally, I am rid of this pathetic little system.

What is that?

Hey, Doctor, what's going on?

I do not understand.

Having trouble, Megabyte?

It's a trap.

You're not the only one with Trojan horse abilities.

Megabyte ship.

Matrix.

I'm on it. Good.

virus.

No!

Don't!

Blitz! Portal!

Dot! We've got it. He's in the holding cell.

Well done, Bob.

Dot?

We make a great team.

We always did.

So I imagine the real Gateway Command is in a safe place.

The safest.

Safer than the Archive?

The core room.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

You must be slipping, Megabyte.

You know, I really must congratulate you, Bob. It was the perfect trap.

Thank you, but I can't take the credit.

No, no.

You were never the brains of the opposition, were you?

I assume I have the lovely Dot Matrix to thank for my present circumstances.

Seems fair.

After what you try to do to her.

Well, this must go a long way to satisfying your overactive sense of fair

Let's get this over with.

So what now?

Deletion? No, just a scan. I don't believe in deletion. You can't go

your code.

And neither can you.

That's the problem.

It's not your fault. You're programmed to be this way. We've just got to work

out a way to reprogram you.

So, I won't be a virus?

That's the plan.

Ah. So, a fate worse than deletion.

And they call me a monster.

Oh, God.

Does this mean I can go now?

Well, Dot, it's finally over.

It sure looks that way. It's been a pleasure serving with you, sugar.

You're taking off?

Don't worry, honey. If you need a bridesmaid, I'll be back.

Go to him, Dot. He needs you.

Cocoa, Mom?

Can complete.

Data download in progress.

Now, was that so bad?

It's impossible.

There's nothing here.

Or there.

Bob, drop the firewall.

I can't. He'll... Matrix!

It's an alien. It's not him.

Where are you?

Yes.

Stop! We don't have Megabyte. It was an alias. He must be in the war room with

you. One of you is Megabyte. Do you understand?

He's tricked us. Get out of there now!

Oh, yeah, boys.

He's free. Yeah.

What are we going to do? Yeah, yeah, yeah. We need a plan.

Oh, we need a plan, big time.

Oh, yeah.

What's the plan?

Boys, shut up and let me think.

Oh, sorry.

We still need the plan.

No doubt aware, the principal office is now under my complete control.

You're probably looking forward to one of my erudite speeches about me,

Megaframe, the new viral dawn, etc., etc.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you.

There is no grand scheme here. This is about revenge.

Viruses are predatory by design.

And it is time for me to follow my mission.

Prepare yourselves for the hunt.