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Grr!

Nothing like a lazy Sunday morning.

Got a cup of tea, a stack of yacht rock albums on vinyl,

and a brand new loofah just waiting to be made unreturnable.

Now all I need is my morning paper.

Aaah!

Every Sunday that lousy draught ruins my morning routine!

Mother Nature's gotten real smug

ever since my factories gave her the power to rain acid.

It's time I take her down a peg.

Once I rotate my lair 16 degrees

I will have beaten Mother Nature at her own game!

Breakfast is served!

We worked all morning on this bountiful feast,

but it was a labour of love.

‐ Ah! ‐ Oh, look what you did!

Clean that mess up while I go get my gravity boots!

And don't touch anything! Grr!

Yeah!

All right! Ugh!

‐ Uh... whoops! ‐ Knuckles!

How often must we tell you not to dig tunnels everywhere?

Oh, but digging's what I dig, ya dig?

Well, not any more it's not.

(Sighs)

Ugh!

Touchdown.

You know, sometimes I think Eggman doesn't appreciate us.

What makes you say that?

The way he kicks us when we're down, calls us names,

and always says, "I don't appreciate you."

Aaah!

Now I see why Dr Eggman wanted his gravity boots.

'Cause fashion week's around the corner?

No, to counteract the effects of this anti‐gravity ray.

This new invention

could revolutionise the world as we know it!

And it makes a sweet hat too!

Give me that!

I think I'm finally hitting my growth spurt!

Hang on, Cubot. I'll get you down!

Aaah!

Wait till they see me sporting these babies

during fashion week.

I told you halfwits not to touch anything!

The extra gravitational force is scrambling his processors.

Minions, get me that gravity ray!

Ah, for Pete's sake!

Not the pneumatic tube system!

Aaah!

Aaah!

Grr!

‐ And he sticks the landing! ‐ (Cheering)

Ho, ho, ho, no.

That wind won't get the best of me again!

It all comes down to this one penalty kick.

Can the young woman break the glass ceiling

and prove once and for all

that a female can be just as good an athlete as a male?

You know, Amy, any time someone calls attention

to the breaking of gender roles, it ultimately undermines

the concept of gender equality

by implying that this is an exception

and not the status quo.

What? I may be a meathead, but I'm still a feminist.

While I'm loathe to call a halt to this very important dialogue,

I'd be remiss if I didn't point out...

aliens are abducting our towels!

I don't think it's aliens we gotta worry about.

Aaah!

Anyone else smell burnt toast?

Orbot, you've got the knob.

Do something or I'll dock your pay!

Actually, he can't dock your wages

because he doesn't pay you.

He could probably dock them for room and board.

Not if he's claiming them as dependents on his taxes!

Could we discuss my financial matters at another juncture?

I guess if I want to fix this,

I gotta pull myself up by my gravity boot straps

and do it myself!

Hello, sir, would you care for a car wash while you dine?

Gah! Abandon ship!

You can handle this, Eggman. Just gotta invent a thingie!

Yeah, I'll do that.

I'm flying!

Looks like we've got to rescue more than just our beach towels.

Oh, great! Now he's affecting cannon!

This has gone too far!

Tails, you got anything to launch me into the air?

Just gotta connect this hyper tube to that oscillator...

Oh, Sonic's here. He'll save the day or something. (Whistles)

And I told myself I'd never get tied down again! Ha!

Ho, ho! You still got it, CC!

‐ It's working! ‐ Aaah!

That can't be good.

It's all so clear now!

As if I'm seeing the world from a new perspective.

Gee. Imagine that.

We should all float freely!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Join me!

I'll free you from gravity's tyranny

and we'll all ascend to the stars!

One order of French fries, please!

Do you want fries with that?

Hmm. Good question.

Aaah!

You know what? I do want fries with my fries!

That anti‐grav thing is really turning into a pain in the butt.

Guess it falls on Eggman to take care of business

and make my own fries.

The path to true enlightenment is by breaking free

of the invisible forces that hold you down.

Aaah!

Cubot's starting to make a lot of sense.

Yeah, until everybody floats so high they run out of oxygen

‐ and can't breathe. ‐ Good point.

Wish you said that before I went all in.

Yuck. These fries are either burnt or frozen!

Or, somehow, both.

(Gasps)

Oh!

You're free now. Free to express yourself.

Oh, no. The last thing we want is Amy expressing herself!

We gotta do something!

Join my movement, Sonic,

and together we'll hand out annoying pamphlets

to people at the airport.

We better do something! Oxygen's in short supply up here.

Sonic, catch!

Got it! Cubot, prepare to be grounded!

And boom goes the dynamite!

No! I can feel gravity's sticky hands all over me!

(Cheering)

Glad that's over.

I'll never be swayed by charismatic charlatans

offering vague promises of a better future again.

Can I interest you in an exclusive timeshare opportunity?

Sign me up!

Great job up there, Tails.

I learned from the best... TV.

Oh, cruel fate, sending me back to my mundane,

low‐altitude existence.

(Sobs)

Cubot!

Have your diagnostics returned to operational capacity?

‐ No, but I'm working just fine. ‐ He's back to normal!

Hey, something isn't right.

Anyone else feeling heavy?

Well, I did eat an entire extra‐large pizza lover's pizza.

That's a pizza with the little pizzas on top!

I'm with Sonic. Something ain't kosher here.

(Groaning)

I don't think you switched off the anti‐gravity ray.

I think you put it in reverse!

(Chuckles)

I've finally done it. The perfect batch of fries.

Now, to taste...

No!

(Groaning)

Knuckles, you're closest.

You'll have to take out the gravity ray!

No problemo!

Actually, yes problemo.

Remember what I said before about not digging tunnels?

‐ Forget it! ‐ Forget what?

‐ He wants you to dig! ‐ I dig!

(Cheering)

‐ (Groaning) ‐ (Chomping)

By my calculations, we've managed to rotate the lair

‐ an entire eighth of a degree! ‐ Great!

Only 127 eighths more to go, then you can come back inside!

(Sigh)