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R0-FL: Yoo-hoo! You! You! Long-time bot owner.

Did you know the average cyber servant

requires oiling once every Earth year? I'm aware.

OK, well, it's been seven years since you last oiled yours. I know.

You don't have to use your parents' boring, old robot oil.

There are so many cool and exciting varieties to try,

as featured in Bot Owners' Monthly.

See? Yes.

Those old magazines you've been placing around the house

in strategic areas.

For example, directly in front of my feet.

Ah, I keep them for the articles, OK? Uh-huh.

Hey, while you're oiling your beloved robot, which would be me,

why not perform the annual recommended bolt tightening

like you did last... never?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Will you at least accept my update? Just push the button!

Ah! I need a less demanding robotic underling.

You're fired. Hey, wait, you can't fire me...

Oh. Ahh. What? Who said that

Where did that voice come from?

It couldn't have been R0-FL, because I dismissed her seconds ago!

Now, where was I?

Yes, I see you, Petey Carillo.

Today's the day I destroy you. R0-FL!

R0-FL, fetch me my destroying gloves!

R0... R0-FL? Where did she go?

Ah, right. GRUNTS

Ergh! That kid is just so... creepy. Petey.

# The Underwoods The fam of the hour

♪ Hallow Bay's finest Weaver, Willow, Jim and Flower

♪ Things were all good Every day the same

♪ Then ding-dong Their lives all changed... ♪

Overlord! ♪ Second most wanted in the Cosmos

♪ Sold out his boss Cos the space feds were too close

♪ No more running round Crushing lives at will

♪ Witness protection Is the deal

♪ A fall from grace For someone so celestial

♪ Now their cuz Is extra-terrestrial

♪ He's super evil They're super good

♪ It's Overlord And The Underwoods. ♪

Breakfast! That balloon is a cake?

And that cactus is a cake? Oh, man. What else is a cake?

Waffles are kind of a cake. And I made them for you, so...

Thank you. Oh, you're welcome, honey...

♪ Thank you, ooh, ooh Thank you, ooh... ♪

High five for perfectly poached eggs.

I ordered 400 bags of kitty litter instead of 40.

Bad, Past-Flower! Bad!

You know what'd be super bad? If someone would thank me sometime.

Any time.

Like the good bad, though.

HE SIGHS What are you smiling at?

Yeah, well, of course I know the PTA is important, Jill,

but I need to wash hockey gear,

take the van seats out for Flower's kitten

and put shelves up in Weaver's room, so...

What? Burn myself out?

Come on. Would a guy who burns himself out...

burn himself out... ?

Sorry, I'm just a little burnt out right now.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later. System update. Please accept.

System update. Please, accept.

You are not the only one in need of a little reset.

Ah. Human contact. Now I see the mild appeal.

Yeah, I guess know what it's like to not feel seen.

HE SIGHS

Well, if no-one's gonna think about us,

may as well look out for each other.

Factory reset commencing. Aggressiveness - 100.

Smoothie making - disabled. Termination protocol - on.

New user identified - Jim Underwood.

User identified new mission -

take care of Jim Underwood at all costs.

Oh, that is sweet, but I was just venting, you know.

You don't need to worry about... At all costs!

Well, you know what? If you really wanna help,

I would love to relax for... one uninterrupted hour.

Excellent.

I shall carry out your orders! CACKLES

You know, I don't know if you know this, but...

your tone can be a little freaky sometimes...

Charging weapons to carry out orders!

Ooh! Yeah. That's the tone.

Congratulations, Weaver.

I'm offering you the position of my new robotic underling...

or "ro-bunderling" for short.

The position doesn't pay, but it offers plenty of exposure...

to flames!

I can't believe you thought of me first.

Yes. HE CHUCKLES

First...

Congratulations, Flower... Uh, no.

Congratulations, Willow. No.

Congratulations, local possum.

POSSUM SQUEAKS

Still, I'm gonna have to say "no".

What? "No"? But...

who's gonna make me milkshakes while I plot?

Am I supposed to beget Petey Carillo's destruction

without the benefit of calcium and vitamin B12?

What was that about Petey? Er... nothing.

As much as I'd love to be your emotional punching bag,

isn't that R0-FL's job?

HE SIGHS Not any more.

She kept expecting me to do things, like perform basic maintenance

and listen to her just the slightest bit.

I need an assistant who understands the true meaning of teamwork,

a completely one-way street where I call all the shots

and give nothing back.

Hah. You should put that in the job ad.

"Job... ad"? What is a "Jobad"?

It's a notice you're looking for somebody to work for you.

I see. Hmm. Yes. Job ad.

Or as a civilised universe calls it, "a summons to evil".

Seriously, can't you just tell me what you wanna show?

Whoa. Is this all for me?

Uh-huh. Jim must relax for one hour.

Is that honey almond-baked Brie...

HE SOBS ...with little pickles?

You appear to be leaking. Would you like me to fix that?

No. No. Thank you. Jim must relax for one hour.

Jim must relax for one hour...

Jim must relax for one hour or el-l-l-lse!

And... done!

Maybe instead of hiring a stranger from an internet "wanted" board,

you could do the grown-up villain thing and apologise to R0-FL.

Yeah. I guess I could do that. Or...

DING Ah! A response.

Whoa, that was fast.

I have been putting good energy out into the world.

That and atom-sized destructo-bots. What?

DING Ooh! This applicant is perfect.

She likes "yoga, The Office and long walks on untamed paths".

What did you post exactly?

Oh, you know, the usual.

Tall, dark, rogue-ish mastermind seeks perfect match.

Uh. Yeah. Maybe I should write the ad instead.

Jim, how do you feel about using the extra kitty litter

as a pebble path in the garden?

Yes, sure, it will clump up when it rains, but...

Uh, Jim-lord is relaxing,

so please take your screeching demand

for feline litter decisions elsewhere.

"Jim-lord"? SHE GIGGLES

Yes. Jim-lord. Please refrain from polluting his calm,

you boltless flesh troll. Yeah. No.

SHE GRUNTS Wha... ? Jim?

SHE STRAINS Jim!

What have you done to him? He can't hear you now!

Ji-i-i-i-im!

Ooh.

♪ Bubble wig! ♪ HE CHUCKLES

POP MUSIC PLAYS

Willow, Willow, Willow!

Willow!

Ah! The heck? Your father is relaxing.

Terminate your music. What?

Terminate your music. Terminate your music.

Man, this beat can't be stopped.

Willow Isabelle Underwood, I'll give you to the count of three.

One... one-zero... one-one...

OK. You force it. MUSIC STOPS

There. Wow. Overreaction, much?

What? Argh!

All right, that's enough. Close the books. Time to go.

Get up. Shuffle on out. Goodbye. What in masked mayhem are you doing?

Reginald. Good news.

I'm interviewing for a new assistant.

Pull up a chair. Never.

You can't kick out our paying customers.

HE SCOFFS Yeah. And yet, somehow, I just did.

Get out. What? No, Reginald, come on! Do me a solid.

I've sent out an ad,

telling my potential underlings to meet me here.

There's probably a line-up round the block!

I just came from outside. There's literally no-one there.

Hey, Reg? Someone's here for an interview?

Did you finally put out an ad so we can get time off?

Nope. Mike here is looking for a new assistant.

Petey. My sworn enemy.

I've come to apply for the advertised assistant position.

My resume and references.

Civil rights attorney. You're eight.

Oh! Illinois Senator. This is Obama's resume.

That's why your references are Beyonce and Jay-Zed.

Of course I copied a resume. What would I put on mine?

Rides bike? Excels at watching cartoons?

Petey, you don't have the experience... or the height.

Get lost.

One day, I shall expose you for the alien you are!

Go home, baby banker. Shoo-shoo. That was harsh.

No, no, you don't understand.

I hate him. You know what?

I think it's better for Petey, anyway.

If he worked with you, all you'd do is make him feel worse and worse

until his self-esteem was nothing more than a sad pile of mush.

Oh. Yes...

Good news, Small Claims. You're my new ro-bunderling.

THEY LAUGH MANICALLY

No, no, no, no. Only I laugh.

Can I at least titter? Sure.

Hee-hee. Ha-ha-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ah-ha-ha-ha! Hee-hee. Hoo-hoo-hoo!

♪ Four-cheesy-pizz-ah

♪ And lots of meat-zah Call the number on the screen... ♪

What other tricks does the bot have up her sleeve?

What are we gonna do?!

I don't know! THEY SCREAM

Jim-lord must have silence! I mean it!

Get your dad. He's in the bathroom. Dad? Dad!

Oh, Enya. Who can say where the day flows?

GIGGLES

Ah. Dad! Oh, Dad, Dad. Here. There. Dad, Dad.

HE YELLS

So... are these towels cotton? No! Bamboo.

Oh. Soft.

Silencio! Oof! Mm! Mm!

A soft, bamboo hug shall await Jim-lord.

You should put that in the dryer first. He loves that.

I said "silence"!

MUFFLED GRUNTS How's that? You like that? Ah-ha!

Jim-lord, have you completed relaxing?

Oh, yes. Thank you so much. Oh, that's so great.

Ooh. Is this fresh out of the dryer? Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Flower usually does that for me. I know, but I'm doing it now.

Ooh. THEY LAUGH

Hey. That tickles. Body scan complete.

You are not fully relaxed. What? Yes, I am.

Elevated heart rate detected. No, I swear. I'm super relaxed.

Liar, liar, trousers in an ongoing state of combustion.

My heart rate will drop once I leave the steamy bathroom.

Relaxation incomplete. Mission incomplete.

I cannot let you leave!

I feel fine. Oh, please. Get back in the tub.

But my fingers are so wrinkly. Get back in the tub!

See? There's that freaky tone I'm talking about.

As requested... Mm-hm?

...this is strawberry half sugar. Mm-hm.

This is blueberry full sugar. Mm-hm.

And this is the weird

raspberries and raw eggs recipe you made me make.

Ooh! PETEY GAGS

Well, finish the job. Right here.

SLURPS

Disgusting. Give me more. Come on.

SLURPS

Mm-hm. Ye-e-eah.

So, where in California are you from?

The hot part. Why do you wear a helmet?

Because I've got sweet style. What do you think of humans?

We certainly are a tolerable and odourless species, aren't we?

All right. You win.... this round. Oh, and I win the next round too.

You see, as soon as I'm finished with these smoothies,

I have a bunch of itchy wool sweaters for you to try on.

LAUGHS MANICALLY Come on. Let's go!

Give me more. Let's go... SLURPS

Ooh! OK! HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Who's feeling calm?

This guy's feeling calm, so I'll just...

All right, mister, your lying degrades both of us.

Yeah, I know.

You may leave when you're successfully relaxed.

Please, enjoy yourself...

or face termination.

Oh, oh, oh! OK, OK! No... No problem!

I'll be monitoring you.

Just gotta bring the old heart rate down.

Some deep breathing should do it.

BEEPING Relax immediately!

HE SCREAMS Relax immediately!

I'm trying! Are you?

Ugh, these are itchy... excellent!

MUFFLED SCREAMING

Oh, hey, guys!

HE SINGS TO HIMSELF

I guess you want to be let out? Mm-hm!

And you're sure you didn't retreat to the closet

so that you could shed a layer of skin?

100%. Yes.

Wearing the same skin your entire lives?

Sweet Venus, your species is disgusting!

Where's my stick? I'm about to teach R0-FL some hockey justice.

Do I really have this much gear?

Oh, Jim wiped down all of the kennels!

He bought me new notebooks to fill my new shelves.

Hey! Stop appreciating Jim!

This is all his fault. He must've performed R0-FL's system update.

So what if he did?

Oh, right. Well, erm...

I don't know if you remember, but, er, I mentioned before that

R0-FL is an illegally-modded kill-bot.

And, er, well...

the update returned her to her factory settings,

so she's a kill-bot again.

THEY GASP OK, OK. I know.

The title is misleading,

but kill-bots don't destroy their owners.

Just anyone that stands in their owners' way.

Yeah, we got that. That is not the part that's tripping us up.

Considering R0-FL shoved you into a closet

instead of splitting your carbon, I'd say she still likes you.

She must remember us.

Well, I guess the house is R0-FL's now.

What?! Yeah...

We should leave before her original programming overrides her memory.

I've heard good things about Utah...

Wait! Dad's trapped in the bathroom. We can't abandon him.

Why not? He'll die doing what he loved...

making sure I live.

Triple arm-cross?! Ugh. Fine.

I think I have an idea. HE CACKLES

Hm...

R0-FL, quick! Petey Carillo is trying to get into the house

to ask Jim legal briefing questions!

Agh! Petey Carillo!

Ooh, come on, let's go!

OK, you have a little bit of time to save your father.

Or we could head to the car right now and get a two-minute head start.

Did you just unleash R0-FL on Petey?

Yep. Two birds, one spoon. Ha-ha, am I right?

Guess I'll just high-five myself, then.

Not the same.

Eliminate! Eliminate!

Eliminate! Eliminate! Eliminate! Eliminate!

I know it looks like I was going through your trash...

Not the time, Petey, not the time.

Eliminate! Eliminate!

Preparing to fire laser! R0-FL, no!

Maybe R0-FL remembers us!

Hey, R0-FL! Please don't laser us! We're your leggy, fleshy family!

Once you called me a sassy toaster. I mean, it was mostly a compliment!

And you DO remember! I remember.

THEY SIGH IN RELIEF I remember.

I make humans go boom now. No!

Car-bot, ignite engine!

HE GRUNTS

Car-bot! Drive to Utah!

HORN BEEPS, HE SIGHS

Car-bot!

I'm surprised that didn't work. R0-FL, look up how to...

HE SIGHS Right.

Hm...

Mm!

CHEESY '80S MUSIC PLAYS

Ovie! Oh!

R0-FL!

R0-FL, I was wrong to ignore you for so long.

I was wrong to expect you to cater to me.

I was wrong to use you as a test target for that device

that shot bees made out of lightning,

and lightning made out of bees!

But I was right about one thing... choosing you in the first place.

And now I need you to choose me.

Abandon that weakling, Jim, and take me back.

I may be your overlord, but I'm under your spell.

Main user, Jim Underwood. Main user, Jim.

Override! Override!

Main user, Jim! Override! Come on, old girl.

Main user... Main user... Overlord?!

Ha-ha! Wow! Love really does heal all.

Bring it in. Aw!

If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times -

we don't laser children, do we?!

You know, I thought I was done struggling to keep you two alive.

I figured once you could dress yourselves, I was all good.

Nope. We're the gift that keeps on giving!

Weaver, care to explain why your cousin just apologised

to your fancy security-bot before zapping it with his fingers?

Petey, people from California are complicated.

Gonna have to order some parts.

Thanks for coming back.

Ugh... So needy!

Could it be that you have a soft spot for R0-FL and us?

Or could you not figure out how to drive the car?

No... Yes!

You know, kids, we need to help your father more.

Let's find him and tell him.

No, no, just... just leave him alone.

We'll give him some time to relax.

Back to work.

Who do I talk to about getting paid?

Hello?!

Relax, Jim! Enjoy the bubbles!

Feel them making you relax!

You can't leave until you've... relaxed, Jim.

Don't try to leave my all-seeking gaze.

Where are you going?

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