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I'm so tired and it's so early.

I can't believe Benson is making us repackage

all this patio furniture he just bought.

Maybe we shouldn't have stayed up till 4 a .m.

last night.

Touchdown Thursday!

Go long!

Go long!

Brock Steadman with the long bomb!

Touchdown Thursday!

I wish I was snoozing Saturday.

We can't work under these conditions.

We need to take a nap!

But Benson would fire us if he saw us sleeping on the job.

But what if we slept IN the job?

Huh?

Like, right there!

We could nap in this creek!

But is it safe?

Yeah!

I saw it in one of Pop's old movies once.

It was called, Crabbit and Mostello get trapped in a crate.

Ugh!

But don't worry though.

They totally get out.

But not before they meet the Wolfman.

So tired!

Let's just do it.

Just for half an hour.

The perfect crime.

Ugh!

It's too bright!

Ah, Chunda!

Another return shipment?

Ridley!

What?

Mordecai?

Where are we?

Hey look, it's Australia.

Hello, this is Benson.

Will you accept a collect call from...

Accept?

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

We're in trouble, man.

Benson, we're in Australia!

Haha, very funny, guys.

Listen up.

Missed you at work yesterday.

If you don't come in Monday, don't bother coming in at all.

What did he say?

If we don't come in to work on Monday, we're fired.

Aw man!

Dude, come on.

We gotta get to an airport.

Hey, excuse me.

Is there an airport around here somewhere?

Where's she coming, Ralph?

I'm alive!

Uh... So you don't know where the airport is?

Ah, don't mind, Angus.

He's always mad.

So how can I help you boys?

We're just trying to find the nearest airport.

Airport, right.

Nearest one's 300 clicks.

Clicks?

Kilometers.

Oh.

We call those Miles.

Oh yeah, I know Miles.

He drives the bus.

You could probably hop on that to the airport.

In about 15 minutes.

Perfect.

Just enough time for a soda.

Joey?

Certainly.

Here you go.

One can of fizzy.

The Prime Minister will be returning to Australia tomorrow after his stomach surgery.

Oh, I punched the Prime Minister!

Nah, I'll believe it when I see it.

I will!

Punch the Prime Minister?

Oh!

We call that going to the bathroom.

Now I gotta punch the Prime Minister.

Oh yeah, the bus.

Rigby!

Dude, come on!

The bus is here!

I'm not done punching the Prime Minister!

We gotta go!

Rigby!

Alright, alright.

Hey, wait up!

Dude!

There's no door!

Hey!

Hey!

Where's the door?

Door's on that side!

Great!

Oh, great.

Now what are we gonna do?

Dude, the airport's 300 kilometers away.

That's only like 20 miles.

Let's just walk it.

Alright, but I'm not giving you a piggyback ride.

I'm not gonna ask for a piggyback ride.

Must keep going.

Can't lose our jobs.

An aborigine.

Water!

Thanks, man.

Dude, we need to get to the airport.

Uh, airport.

Dude, we're not getting through to him.

Nego-city.

Take us to road.

Yes!

Perfect.

We'll follow this guy to a road, hitch a ride to the city, hop on a plane, and boom!

Back at work, baby!

I hope so.

I just wish we didn't have to stare at this guy's aboriginal butt the whole way.

Yes!

Dude!

We gotta get to the airport!

Take us to the airport!

Take us to the airport!

We gotta go!

Not a word.

Can't make head nor tails what these blokes are saying.

It's their unintelligible accents what's got me all up a gum tree, eh?

What's they saying, Wally?

Turn that gizmo off.

These two chaps got lost in the outback and need a lift back to the airport.

I think they may be chucking a sickie.

Oh, yeah.

We know what that's like.

Dude, you can speak English?

Majored in it.

Ph.D.

Cambridge.

You probably thought these were real, too.

Nude pants.

I'm looking for investors in the States.

Email me.

Thanks, dude!

So, you blokes wanna ride to the airport?

You got any money?

No.

Got anything to trade?

No.

Well, can you at least sing us a blooming song?

Ugh.

Didgeridoo or didgeriddon't?

Maybe we'll get home, maybe we won't.

Napping in a crate, work did not concern me.

Lost in the desert on a spiritual journey.

So we give you this rhyme and hope you'll be our chauffeur.

Cause if you leave us here, we'll probably die of exposure.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

Dive exposure!

Yeah!

Didn't understand a word.

But we appreciate it from a Sonic level.

Getting it back.

Yes!

What do you guys haul, by the way?

You hear something?

Yeah.

The radio.

Oh no!

Don't let the kangaroos down!

Sorry man!

Yeah, we gotta go!

The Prime Minister has just landed and will

be addressing his recent surgery momentarily.

Prime Minister.

Gotta punch!

The Prime Minister!

We need two tickets for your next flight to America.

Last flight of the day, departs in an hour, arrives tomorrow at 9am.

Perfect!

And it looks like we still have a few seats available.

Great!

Right then, two tickets will bring your total to... 2,400 US dollars.

Oh, what?

We don't have that kind of cash!

What are we gonna do?

It's the Prime Minister!

Mr Prime Minister!

Mr Prime Minister!

How was the surgery?

Absolutely, Bonza.

Thanks for asking.

Now, let me address some of my constituents' concerns head on.

Don't worry, your Prime Minister is still as sharp as the wily platypus,

our national marsupial.

And he's coming back as strong as the mighty boomerang, our national weapon.

In fact, if you could say I have a weak point, it'd be this scar on my stomach.

There, I'm as weak as a naked baby Joey.

Punch me there and I'd probably die.

Who'd be mad enough to punch the Prime Minister?

A rubbing band of mad kangaroos!

Protect the Prime Minister!

Whoa!

Punch the Prime Minister!

Punch the Prime Minister!

Punch the Prime Minister!

Hey, that guy sure came a long way to use the... Punch the Prime Minister!

I've gotta punch the Prime Minister too!

Punch the Prime Minister!

He's gonna punch the prime minister!

Come on!

Oi!

Oi oi oi!

Hot!

Hot!

Hot!

Hot!

Hot!

Hot!

Step it with a long bomb.

Oi!

Prime minister!

No!

That'll kill me!

It's Angus.

Still sure you lost the election, mate.

These two yanks just saved the prime minister!

Whoa!

Thank you both for saving my life.

Now, tell me, to whom does all of Australia owe this unpayable debt of gratitude?

I'm Mordecai.

Rigby.

Rigby, huh?

Well, in honour of your heroism, let it be known.

From this day forward, rugby shall be renamed Rigby!

Let's go!

Actually, I was the one who threw the life-saving football.

We're not calling it Mordecai-be.

That means going to the bathroom.

Dude, the Australian prime minister totally hooked us up.

See, I told you it was a good idea to take a nap in that crate.

Whoa!

Huh?

This isn't first class.

Wait, did you have the same dream about Australia?

Yeah, the aborigine.

The prime minister?

Me saving the prime minister?

Dude, it was just a dream.

Which means we totally got away with taking a nap in a crate.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!