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 dad. It makes 'em cry.

- # Goodbye A.I.

- # I bet they wish that they could fly.

- # Goodbye A.I.

# Goodbye A.I.

# 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. #

(HOLOGRAM CRACKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)

Congratulations.

You made it the entire length of the country.

You should be proud.

- Yeah, but no thanks to you. You chucked us in the bin.

- Oh, you needed to be tested.

And you did well, very well.

You got away from my Hunter Seekers.

- Oh, man. There's heaps more of them. That's good.

I mean... bad?

- You even escaped our flying bot-birds of the sky. (BIRDS CAW)

- Ah, they're robots!

No wonder they look so fake.

- Sadly, you're not the prototype the professor and I need.

- You mean the professor did this to us?

- Yes.

- No, I don't believe it. It can't be true.

(HOLOGRAM CRACKLES)

- Don't believe her, boys. She's locked me in the toilet.

Luckily, I have a portable hologram link.

- No matter. You can't stop me, Professor.

Hunter Seekers, attack.

- Run, my little friends.

Run for your lives.

(ZAPPING)

- (YELLS) - (GROANS)

(ZAPPING)

(DRAMATIC ACTION MUSIC)

(GROANS)

- (YELLS) - (GRUNTS)

(CRASH!)

(BIRD CAWS)

(BIRD CAWS)

- Nooo! (BIRD CAWS)

(SCREAMS)

- Rub! No!

(BOOM!)

Rub, Rub. Rub. Rub, Rub.

(DRAMATIC ACTION MUSIC BUILDS)

- You see, Professor, they're the inferior prototype.

They deserve to be dumped.

The Hunter Seekers are strong, self-sufficient, and cheaper to make.

- You're trash. You're coming with me― (ECHOES, GLITCHES)

- Rub, Rub. Rub. Rub...

- MUFFLED: Hey, Rej.

Hey, Rej?

- MUFFLED: Rub, you are in my head.

- Yeah, I guess I am.

- Excellent special ability.

- Cheers. So, looks like we're in a whole lot of trouble out there.

- Correct.

- Well, it was nice to know you, old man.

- Yes. And I have the full data on you now,

and you are not rubbish, Rub.

- Yeah, and there is no way you are a reject, Rej.

- Unfortunately, it all ends here.

We are outnumbered.

- Rubbish.

- What?

- Rubbish! You have a plan, Rej.

- I do?

- Yeah, I can read your mind. It's formulating a plan.

- Ah, yes,

we do have a plan.

- Let's do it.

- Yes, let's do it.

- Wake up, Rej.

- PROFESSOR: They will work together as a unit. They are a pair.

Two, not one.

(DRAMATIC ACTION MUSIC)

- (CACKLES)

(WHOOSH!)

- (STRAINS)

(ELECTRICITY BUILDS)

(DRAMATIC ACTION MUSIC BUILDS)

(BIRD SCREECHES)

- Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

(ELECTRICITY BUZZES)

(ROBOTS EXCLAIM, GLITCH)

(BOOM!)

(HOLOGRAM CRACKLES)

(BOTH WHOOP) (TOILET FLUSHES IN DISTANCE)

- Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop. I got out of the bathroom.

(HOLOGRAM CRACKLES)

No!

- Where did she go?

- She was never here.

- Wow. So she was a ghost.

- No, no, no, no. She was a hologram.

She has always communicated via hologram.

She worked at the Northern Institute of Technology, up in Auckland,

by the dump where you first woke up.

- How did you get out of the bathroom?

- Your magnetic ability mixed with your annoying ability unlocked every door in the bu

You freed me.

Now come here, my little friends.

You did it. You made it back home.

Wonderful.

- 1623km, to be precise.

- So what do we do now, Professor? - We have a few more―

- Ah, no need to tell us, Prof. We know.

- You do?

- Yes, we have reached our full potential. - Yep, ah―

- And now we know why you built us. - Really?

- Yep. We are to travel the country helping people, living by our powers and wits.

- Well,... No, you're kind of prototypes.

- Woo-hoo! We will be the roaming super team.

Every step we make, we'll make a new friend.

- Ah, (STAMMERS) not quite what I was thinking.

- Can't stay for long. Just turn around and we'll be gone again!

- Well, I guess if that's what you want to do.

Hey, hey! Where are you going?

- I think you know, Professor.

- N― No, no, I don't.

Stop!

- There are no more tests required, Professor.

- We have our special abilities. - And we are best friends.

(FUNKY ELECTRO MUSIC)

- Wait!

No!

Come back!

(FUNKY ELECTRO MUSIC CONTINUES)

Wait! Wait, you're not ready!

No, come back!

Oh...

Good luck, boys.

Call― Remember to call me!

- # Goodbye A.I. #

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC BUILDS)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Deploy Hunter Seeker 2.

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

Go get 'em.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

Captions by Ellen Sinclair.

Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.

www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2021

(FUNKY MUSIC CONTINUES)