Original subtitles

- # Rej and Rub.

- # They're tiny little bots a long way from home.

- # Rej and Rub.

- # They're tiny little bots a long way from home.

# They miss their daddy, makes 'em cry.

- # Goodbye AI.

- # I bet they wish that they could fly.

- # Goodbye AI.

# Goodbye AI.

# Rej and Rub.

- # They're tiny little bots a long way from home.

- # Rej and Rub. #

- # They're tiny little bots a long way from home. #

- There are no tiny little AI robots.

To reiterate,

the robots...

don't exist.

I have to go.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Rub, do not look at the humans.

We must not be seen.

- Don't worry, Rej.

I'll get inside their heads and control their minds.

- You do not possess the ability to get inside anyone's head.

- Humans, I have control of your minds.

You cannot see us.

- Rub, please be quiet. - It's all good, Rej.

I'm erasing their minds.

Humans, are your minds erased?

- No. - Are you sure?

- Shush, Rub. Pretend you're a... toy.

- How? - Do nothing.

- Nothing. - Do absolutely nothing.

- Yup. Huh?

- Well, not absolutely nothing! Hold on, Rub!

- Ah!

(GRUNTS)

(WHIRRING)

Cheers, Rej.

- Wow.

- QUIETLY: I think I owe you an apology.

- Hm?

- Hello. My name is Manaia.

We mean you no harm.

We want to help.

- Hey, Rej. Rej. Rej! Rej! Rej!

Rej. Hey, Rej. Hey, Rej. Hey, Rej.

Rej. Rej. Rej. Rej. Rej.

Hey, Rej. Hey, Rej. Hey, Rej! Hey, Rej.

- I am pretending to be a toy.

- It's too late to be a toy. They've seen us. Say something calming.

- OK.

Kia ora, humans.

Give us control of your transmitter now or pay the price.

- Do you need a hand getting down, little guy?

- Uh, yes, please, Manaia.

- Do not trust the human, Rub.

- Rej, it's Midday Manaia from the radio. He's great.

Although, he won't stop talking about some weird little robots.

- Rub. - What? - (SIGHS)

- Jump down, little guys.

- Whoa. - (GRUNTS)

- Hey, Manaia. - I have so many questions.

- Well, you see― - Tell him nothing, Rub.

- My lips are sealed.

- Who are you?

- Good question, Manaia.

This old guy here is Rej, and I am Rub.

Although, to be fair, that's not our names.

Don't know our real names, to be honest.

So maybe just call us Rej and Rub. - (GROANS FRUSTRATEDLY)

Rub, stop sharing data.

- Whoops. Sorry, Rej, good buddy.

- What are you? - Well, it's complex.

Companions. Brothers.

- Quiet! - Oh, yeah. Sorry, Rej. I forgot.

- How did you get here? - Oh, that's a great story, actually.

I'll just run you through the highlights.

So we woke up at the dump and― - Quiet, Rub.

Human, we will take control of your transmitter now.

- I can't believe you're real.

- I am warning you, human. Transmitter now.

- Who do you need to contact? - Our creator, Dr Professor Robert Nicks.

He's at the Southern Institute of Technology.

- Seriously, Rub!

- Why don't you just call him? - What?

- Call him. I'll Google his number, and then we'll give him a phone call.

- No. Too slow.

Rub, forcibly take over the transmitter. Now.

- Here. Dr Robert Nicks. Calling him now. (PHONE KEYS BEEP, LINE RINGS OUT)

- Rub, override their electronics. Shut them down. It's a trap.

- A trap? Right-oh.

(GROANS WITH EFFORT)

- Greetings. Professor Dr Robert Nicks speaking.

- Hey. It's Midday Manaia. - Midday Manaia? I love your show!

- (WHOOPS)

It's the professor!

- Professor, it's us. It's us.

- Is that my wonderful little friends? - Yes, it's us! It's us.

- I thought we had lost you.

- Yeah, you did. We were in the dump.

- What? The dump? Where are you now?

- 672.7km from the dump.

- Oh my.

To have travelled that far, you must be more incredible than I could ever have imagined

Something peculiar has happened. You should be here.

We must get you back home as soon as we can. It's not safe.

Midday Manaia, can you hear me? - Yes, professor.

- You must get them to me. You must keep them secret.

They are not safe.

They are not safe, you hear―? Hey! What are you doing?

Leave me alone! I want to― Ah!

(PHONE LINE BEEPS) - (TAPS ON KEYBOARD)

- What has happened to the transmission?

- We have to help him.

- Do you know where the professor is? - The Southern Institute of Technology.

- Invercargill?

- Can you get us there? - It's the bottom of the South Island.

- Over the ocean? - Well, sea. But yes.

- What's the quickest way we can get over that ocean?

- Um...

- Overnight courier?

BOTH: Hmm.

- OK, guys, the courier is coming.

I'm sending you straight to the Southern Institute of Technology.

- (WHOOPS)

- So good to meet you guys. I'm stoked you're real!

- Yep. Good to meet you too, buddy.

- Good luck. Enjoy the ride!

(EXCITING MUSIC)

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

(HORN BLARES)

(EXCITING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

- Look out.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

(HORN TOOTS)

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

Delivery!

(EXCITING MUSIC)

- Hmm.

- (WHOOPS)

We made it! The Southern Institute of Technology.

- Ugh. Yes.

- (CHUCKLES) Bit of a bumpy ride, eh?

Anyway, let's get going, Rej. - Rub, please keep the volume low.

- QUIETLY: Sorry, Rej. I'll be quiet.

- Yes, we must locate the...

location of the professor.

That's it.

- BOTH: Let's go.

(REJ AND RUB WHIRR)

(BOOM!)

- ECHOEY: Oh, that was loud. It's pretty dark.

Professor! Where are you? Professor!

Echo! (CHUCKLES) Whoo!

(REJ AND RUB WHIRR)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (CHUCKLES)

Congratulations. You made it the entire length of the country.

You should be proud.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

Captions by Kate Parkinson.

Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.

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