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>>10, nine, eight.

Ugh, rocket monkeys!

>>Go, monkeys!

>>Dinner time!

So hungry, must eat.

>>Olé!

>>Too spicy.

Too wiggly.

Too sinky.

Too Gus.

Too tutu.

>>Bro, slow it down.

How do you even eat this stuff?

Chimps!

If only there were an eating tool that combined

the best parts of spoon and fork into one perfect utensil.

>>Food fight!

Take that!

>>And that!

Take it!

>>Plus that!

>>Come on, you're gonna get ice creamed!

>>Rocket Monkeys, please.

This is not...

>>Would now be the time to mention

you've destroyed our entire food supply?

>>Score!

>>That means we're eating out!

>>That's right, it's Monkey Mondays.

All you can eat banana burrito time at the gassy cafe.

But hurry, only until seven.

Time's running out!

>>Banana Burritos!

Rocket monkeys, go!

>>Not so fast. This spaceship is a disgrace.

Are you rocket monkeys or, rocket pigs?

>>And to think, I was going to reward you

for your monkey cleanliness with the official gassy spork.

>>Spork!

That's it.

I reject you. You, who are neither spoon nor fork.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme!

>>Enough!

I can't believe you call yourselves astronauts.

>>We do not, take that back.

>>Oh!

You were saying.

>>Final decision. No burritos, no spork.

Not until you clean this ship up!

>>We're on it doc.

Go, team, activate, monkey, team, go.

>>And we're done-zo.

Gimme, gimme, sporky-spork.

>> Banana burritos wait for no monkey.

>>Not so fast, monkeys.

What about that garbage?

>>What garbage? >>That garbage.

Well?

>>Nein, nein, it's za latest in furniture person.

>>Ya, ya, it's za latest.

>>If it's furniture, then why don't you sit on it?

>>Of course I'll sit on it.

So comfy, sitting now.

Beginning.

Sitty, sitty, sitty.

>>All right, as I thought.

Rocket Monkeys, you go nowhere til this ship is clean.

>>But we only have till seven for 'nana 'ritos.

What time is it?

Why did we ever get that thing?

>>Dr C. is right.

Here a spotlight, followed by flag, then music.

We are rocket monkeys.

It's our duty to clean.

So clean is what we'll do.

No matter how long it takes.

Even if we have to get down on our hands and

>>Chimps, we're going so slow.

How far do we have to drag this stupid garbage?

>>The garbage planet is approximately

one million two hundred seven light years away.

>>That doesn't look so bad.

>>By the way, it's name is Ugh.

>>Ugh, who comes up with these names?

>>Don't worry, Daddy's going to take care

of his tummy wummy wummy.

>>Remember it's Monkey Mondays at the gassy cafe!

We're talkin' all you can eat banana burritos!

And, monkeys eat for free!

>>Free? New plan!

Food first, then garbage.

Engage tubo thruster yellow pressy button.

>>Engaging yellow pressy button!

>>Newer plan, let's dump this junk

on that teeny tiny fireball of a planet.

Red flashy button, double press.

>>Double-pressing red flashy button!

>>What's up with that?

>>Just space, doing it's thing.

>>Burrito banana, burrito banan-na-na-no,

burrito, banana, banana rito rito.

>>Whew, look out!

>>Yikes!

Somebody woke up on the wrong side of ugly.

>> Good one, Wally.

Out of the way, pal.

>>Don't mess with hungry monkeys!

>>Back it up rocket monkeys, I'll handle this cowboy.

>>What's he saying?

>>How do I know? I don't speak garbage.

Thank you, thank you very much.

>>Stand back, robot, I'll handle this.

Yeah, I just needed to get that out of my system, sorry.

>>Well done rocket monkeys, here's your official gassy spork

for getting the ship so clean!

Oh this is outrageous!

You two are nothing but rocket pigs!

>>We're actually quite clean.

>>I'm very disappointed.

Spork, denied.

Jimsky out.

>>Spork denied? Denied!

What does that even mean?

>>Well, Gus, it means you don't get spork.

>>I know what it means.

Wally, thinking cap!

Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking,

Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.

That's it, new plan.

Hold onto your bananas boys, it's hero time.

Okay, we need to get stink face out there to follow us to

Ugh, yay, okay, coordinates.

>>Uh it's quite simple.

You take 290 in Causeway across the Sea of Despair,

over to New Chacha Seven.

But you're going to have to double back to Sproit,

across four astroid belts to the other moon of Banzo.

Listen up, rocket monkeys,

we are gonna get a little complicated.

>>Just point.

>>That way.

>>It's hero time!

This way, Mr. Barf Cheeks.

>>Aah, is that all the barf you got?

>>Hurry up, Chump.

Up Chump!

>>No fair, why do I always end up in the toilet, ugh?

>>Ugh, good name for this planet.

>>Rocket monkeys, there is no sign of the garbage beast.

>>Looks like my plan worked.

He likes it so much here he's forgotten all about us.

>>Again with the toilet!

>>Whoo hoo!

>>Gross.

>>I'm definitely going to need

my hard drive scrubbed after that.

>> It's almost seven!

>>Let's rocket, monkeys.

>>Roger that!

>>Yay!

>>Important monkey astronauts coming through,

with newly awarded gassy spork.

Excuse me.

Out of my way!

>>There's no waiting in line when you have a spork.

>>Gus, Wally, great to see you!

>>Hi, Tina!

>>Guess where we've been.

>>Ugh!

>>Wow, good guess!

>>Hey, good news. You're table's ready.

Right this way.

>>Yay!

Rito banana!

Rito banana-nano!

>>Finally, the perfect instrument.

So sporky!

>>Disgusting, filthy.

>>It's both! It's amazing!

>>I love it!

>>Well, you aint had a burrito till you had a nana-rito!

You take yourself a nana and you put it in a burrito.

And ride around the street-o eating your nana rito!

>>Crazy monkeys, they're so adorable

when they're sleeping, so quiet.

They love each other, little angels,

when they're sleeping.

>>I'd like to thank all the little people who helped me.

But I can't, because I did it all myself.

I so deserve this award for my heroicus simitude.

>>Oh you're the most monkey monkey I know.

Look at those shoulders, tiny.

Look at the slopping forehead, so receded.

>>Eat space dust, loser monkey!

>>Eat rotten bananas, ape!

>>You can't even beat us in your dreams!

>>Hey, Wally, look what I won.

>>Red alert, this is a red alert!

Notice, I am repeating.

>>Red alert!

>>Red alert!

>>Red alert!

>>Rocket monkeys, it's a mauve alert.

>>No upgrade, red alert.

>>No way, why didn't anyone warn us?

>>Red alert!

>>Yeah, okay, stop messing around.

>>Better. So what's the word, Doc?

>>An out of control, gassy ship, filled with rocket chickens

has blasted into your quadrant.

They must be rescued before they crash

into the fiery nebula of Sanders.

I stress, before!

>>That's it, runaway chickens?

>>Not just chickens, rocket chickens,

there's a difference.

Maybe I should just call the Space Gorillas instead.

>>Space Gorillas!

>>Ugh, they even have their own TV show.

>>Gorilla-Borilla!

>>And their own cool catch phrase.

>>Hurry, or those chickens will be fried.

>>Right, yeah.

Fried chicken, terrible. Okay, no sweat.

We shake our hairy feet and fists in rage at space gorillas.

It's time we show those 'rillas

who the real-a heroes are.

>>Here's the plan.

I leap out of our rocket and onto the chicken coop.

Then, I save the day. Applause. Applause.

Everyone says I'm a hero!

I say, "Aw, shucks. I did what any ole monkey would do,"

more applause, generous endorsement, humble bow.

And scene.

>>Or I've sketched out the more likely outcomes

to your hilarious plan.

>>Uh huh, yes, I like what you've done there.

Each possibility more exciting than the last.

Right, Wally?

>>Totally, yeah, hey, I love barbecued chicken.

>>One small step for monkey, one giant leap

to show space gorillas they suck.

>>I'm here to rescue you.

>>Ridiculous egg squirters.

>>Gorilla-borilla!

>>Go away you furry knuckle heads, this is my rescue!

>>Yes, yes, we are amazing!

>>Never trust lesser primates

for your universe's rescuing needs!

>>And those rocket monkeys

are such a bunch of rocket chickens!

And they can't even rescue a bunch of uh... rocket chickens.

>>Who you calling a rocket chicken?

That was just a coincidence.

>>Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama?

>>More banana shakes for the heroes!

>>Ahem,

I said, a-hem.

>>Miss Tina, we are card-carrying members

of this establishment.

We deserve a table befitting our status.

Hey, uh, where's that water I ordered?

>>Space gorillas number one!

Space gorillas number one!

I feel pretty.

>>Easy, Gus, calm down.

Ah, that's better.

Now, just eat your banana burger in peace.

>>Yoinksees!

>>Gorilla. Borilla.

>>That catchphrase doesn't even make sense!

Give me my burger.

>>Wheel toes.

>>Oh! Ow! Oh! I didn't even know it could hurt there!

Don't pull on it. Do not pull on that.

It is a sensitive toe.

>>Oh, bro, aren't you gonna wash your hands?

>>Mmm, I was just about to.

>>What you want here?

>>God, no! Not, no!

>>Stupid gorillas, I'm gonna show them I got game,

Mad monkey game!

Dr Chimskey, are you there?

>>Gus, what have I told you

about calling during chimpskey time?

>>Uh, this isn't Gus. This is his mother, Bernice.

My boys need to prove that rocket monkeys rule.

I want you to give them the most dangerous mission possible.

The dangerouser, the better.

>>Yes of course ma'am.

A rouge level five black hole.

>>Wow, that is one rouge black hole.

This might be the most dangerous mission ever.

Do Gus and Wally accept?

>>Yes! Yes!

>>Yes, yes! We accept!

We're better than any stinkin' gorilla!

Right, Wally?

>>Yes, yes, yes!

>>Nevermind.

>>Be scared, black hole.

You're about to be blasted by a true monkey hero.

>>New plan, I'm gonna deliver this baby personally.

>>Um, any thoughts on how to steer it?

>>Steer, schmeer.

Details are for cowards, and little girls.

>>Ha, ha. You're right bro.

But how will you get back?

>>Back, schmack.

Getting back is for cowards, and tiny babies.

>>No! My game!

Say guys, I notice I'm strapped to a torpedo,

speeding towards some kind of...

>>Rouge black hole.

Oh, this it!

Oh!

Oh, oh! We're gonna die!

We didn't learn this in training!

Why didn't they mention that this was a possibility?

>>Enough!

It's not that scary!

>>I did it.

Wahoo!

I saved the galaxy.

>>Let me introduce the galaxy's next real heroes,

the Rocket chickens!

>>Check it out, the new rocket chicken game.

>>They have a game already?

Oh, I shake my hairy foot fist in rage at rocket chickens!

>>Mama?

>>And I shake my hairy foot fists at you, too

>>10, nine, eight.

Rocket Monkeys!

>>Go monkeys!

>>Play ball!

>>Tail whip!

>>Forehead smash!

>>Tongue slap!

>>Inky splat!

>>Go monkeys!

>>Toast...

>>Ha ha, brain tap.

>>Monkeys and boss, does it get any better?

>>Incoming message from GASI Headquarters.

Quick, get dressed!

>>Rocket monkeys, Dr. Chimpsky here at GASI Headquarters.

>>GASI.

>> The Galactic Animal Space Institute,

GASI, yes.

Rocket monkeys.

Gus, Wally, I need you to transport some highly explosive

super combustible material to the laboratory

of duck scientists.

The material is called BALL.

>>Ball, ball, ball, ball!

>>Monkeys, Astronauts, dignity!

>>Ball, ball, ball, hmm yes, ball.

>>Now BALL stands for Ballistic and Lethally Loaded.

It's terribly dangerous and really scary, yeah.

That's why you are my number one choice for this mission.

After, well of course, some others.

Careful rocket giraffes!

This material is extremely sensitive.

It could--

Remember chickens, it's incredibly explo--

>>You've got nothing to worry about Dr. C.

Mission basically completed.

>>Excellent, excellent.

Okay, well, listen, I'm gonna send BALL

via courier immediately.

>>Thank you for using the AOK delivery system.

>>Ball, ball, ball, bally, bally, ball!

>>So beautiful, must smack.

>>No smacking, it's not a ball,

it's BALL, not a ball, BALL.

You hear the difference there?

You must control your primitive monkey urges.

Monkeys no play with BALL otherwise

No more monkeys.

Chimpsky out.

>>Pfft, who wants to smack a ball?

Not this monkey, no way!

>>Pfft, what ball?

I don't see any ball.

What's a ball?

I mean I don't even know what that is.

>>Ball ba-ball, bally bally ball.

Ball ba-ball ba-ball, ball, ba-bally ball.

Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>Ball.

>>How's the ball mission going, bros?

>>BALL!

>>Wait a second, who's flying the ship?

>>Smooth.

>>This is all your fault, Gus!

>>As if!

>>Hey, excuse me, sorry for interruption,

I have important announcement!

BALL is missing!

>>You mean Ballistic. >>And Lethally.

>>Loaded. >>Is.

>>Gone?

>>Tragic! >>Unthinkable!

>> How?

>>Uh, we had a ship crash only seconds ago,

remember everyone was here.

>>Rocket monkeys, any problems?

>>Problems, no problems.

Happy, happy monkeys here.

La La La.

Oh we enjoy when nothings going wrong.

It's amazing when things are not going wrong,

and everything is good.

I'm enjoying the goodness of this moment.

Everything efficiently running along quickly,

as it should be running, that way.

It usually does, when I am talking to you.

>>Remember, you must control your primitive monkey urges.

BALL is very, very, very dangerous,

treacherous, deadly even.

So just have fun with it okay?

Have a good time.

All right, Chimpsky out.

>>What are we gonna do?

>>He said BALL!

>>Okay, my brother's a maniac monkey,

BALL's missing, and the ship is completely destroyed.

Three disasters!

>>The ship is completely fixed.

>>Two disasters.

Good work Yay-Ok.

Back to three disasters.

Pull yourself together Yay-Ok.

We're on a mission.

>>So thirsty...

Throat dry.

Hard to carry on mission.

>>Ah, want a sip?

>>You know I hate mango.

>>BALL!

>>Keep saying that.

Not at all irritating.

>>No, BALL!

>>Good mission work, Wally!

Same size, same shape, same face.

Same face?

>>I am Orbo, the great leader!

>> Based on my calculations we have crashed

on the planet Orbopolis.

Rocket monkeys, proceed with extreme caution.

He he, look at them.

I could warn them again, sure, but look at them, oh my!

To be young and a monkey.

What a life.

>>Stop you various inferior things!

Rounds patrol!

>>You called for us?

I'm doing my best over here.

>>Not you, Dom.

>>Aww, think round, think round!

>>Looking for this!

>>Hmm.

>>Doesn't ring a ball.

>>That ball there?

>>Kind of looks familiar.

>>Might've seen it around.

>>Something something something, hmm.

>>I've got nothing.

>>Haven't a clue.

>>Remember the mission?

Duck scientists?

Dangerous?

Lethal?

Explosive?

Ball?

That ball?

>>Ding!

>>BALL!

>>Whoa!

>>Help!

>>Hey you want some of this?

Want some monkey slaps?

One more round coach.

>>Ow, ow, ow.

>>Clear!

>>Ow, ah, ow, ah!

>> Rocket monkeys are the best

they're the bester than the rest!

>> Your cheers are terrible.

Whoa!

>>You're not nice.

I'm giving them their ball.

Which is only fair.

>>Thanks Dom!

>> No, it's mine.

Get your monkey grubby hands off it.

>>Not my monkeys!

And prepare for now.

>>Whoa!

>>Don't shoot!

Run, run for your lives!

>>On behalf of the Galactic Animal Space Institute

I apologize if any balls have been harmed

during the making of this episode.

Here's a little something for your trouble.

>>GASI gift basket!

>>Mm, peanut brittle.

>>Yay-okay to the duck scientist lab.

>>Yay!!

>> And remember guys,

their serious scientist,

we deliver ball and mission complete.

So no monkey business.

>>Look this IS serious.

>>Ahem, gentlemens we're here.

>>Ta da!

This mission proves that we rocket monkeys

can control our primitive monkey urges.

Ball, ball, ball!

>>Soup bowl smack!

>>Polo pow!

>>Whoa monkeys.

>>Ball thrust!

>>See ya, thanks for the party.

>>I kept a souvenir, that's cool, right?

>>Absolutely.

Wait, is that the ball Dr Chimpsky gave us?

>>Uh-nuh.

>>I am the great Orbo.

>>Play ball!

>>

>>Dr. Chimpsky here,

it's spring cleaning time again.

Clean up this mess at once!

>>What mess? >>That mess!

>>Already on it docsky.

Fire in the hole!

>>No!

>>Bro chill it's just a ukulele.

No big monkey whoop.

>>Correction!

Gigantic monkey whoop!

Monkeys love ukuleles.

Except you Mr. Coldy cold icy cold heart guy

>>Uh, I couldn't help but overhear

my replicator function can duplicate any ukulele

>> Wrong color!

Too hairy!

Too stringy.

That's inky.

Too limp.

Too meaty.

Too evil.

Too cubist.

Too busted.

That's still inky.

Enough with these cheap knockoffs.

It's time to rescue my little ukie

rocket monkey style!

>>Bouncy bounce.

>>Don't let these screams of [laughs] fooll you.

I'm still super mad.

I'm not talking to you.

>>Ahem, who the stink are you?

>>We're rocket monkeys.

>>Well I'm Pinky Winky.

and I eat space monkeys for breakfast!

And robots for dessert.

>>Uh, my bolts, how embarrassing, okay bye bye.

>>Pinky winky, eh?

>>We thought you were just a big.

>>Huge.

>>Enormous.

>>Gigantic.

>>Colossal.

>>Warm and slightly sweaty.

>>Bouncy lump of pink goo.

>>Nobody calls me sweaty!

>>Can we call you squishy?

>>Hmm, I'll pencil that in as a maybe.

>>Run for your life it's a giant pink slug.

You'll never escape her!

>>Why does everybody always picking on ol' pinky winky?

I mean I just loved getting jumped on

and called names by a bunch of scrawny monkeys.

>> That's what we did.

I don't get it.

>>She was being sarcastic.

>>I'm not talking to you.

>>I was being sarcastic.

>>Oh.

>>You're gonna pay for this.

Ugh, why do I even wear these.

Oh, beauty is pain.

>>Looks like this is the end, Wal.

Any last words?

>>Still not talking to you.

>>I can't believe it's gonna end this way.

I never got to finish my rock opera,

my sock drawer was almost organized,

>>La, la, la, not listening!

>>Nah nah nah

>>Quit picking on me you big mean air hag.

>>Zappo.

>>You're all a bunch of bullies!

>>That was conveniently weird.

>>That's girls for ya.

Always running away when they get zapped.

And I thought you weren't talking to me.

Ha, I know you couldn't keep it up.

You're weak, monkey.

>>So I talked, big monkey whoop.

And you know nothing about girls.

>>Hello, hot stuff action monkey here.

I think I know a little something about the ladies.

>>Whatever, I'm not leaving without my ukulele.

No monkey way!

>> Ukie!

>>Whoa, we're rocket monkeys.

We're supposed to be on a rocket.

Not here in this crazy land where we are monster bait.

>> Ukie!

>> Everybody is bullying pinky except for you.

>>Bro, seriously, help?

>>Fine!

Okay I'll help.

but then we're out of here.

Deal?

>>Deal.

>>Yay-okay? Wardrobe!

>>You wait here.

Don't move.

Stay.

Heel.

>>Hey you.

Pinky stinky!

>>The name's Pinky Winky!

Say it right!

>>Make me, that's my ukulele.

Give it back.

>>Make me.

>>Oh ho ho ho,

I will when I am good and ready.

Okay ready.

Give.

Me.

Back.

My.

Ukie.

>>Forget it, it's mine, I found it.

>>You don't even know what it is.

>>Psh, of course I do.

>>You monster!

It's none of those things!

Look!

New shoes!

Tell us about them, Gus.

>>These new beautiful pair of shoes

made perfectly the right size for a

creepy giant pink slobbering monster.

>> Monkey wins!

>>Not my lele.

Lele come back.

Lele I miss you.

>>Don't get all moppy monkey on me bro.

You got what you came here for.

>> I'm not a monster!

Technically I'm more of a beast!

>>[sighs] why do I always have to be

the hero in these stories?

Look stinky winkton,

there's no need to cry like a big baby

even though you're twice the size

of the average wormhole.

>> Lele.

>>Yay!

>> I got you again!

Nah nah nah nah nah

>>Hey you big gassy ol cloud

you're just jealous because you're all hot air

and I'm pink and lady like

>>Well at least I don't hang around with space monkeys

>>They're rocket monkeys and they're my friends.

>>Yo, Bestie?

Tail on fire!

Ow, I'm burning, it's burning.

>>Don't kid yourself pinky.

those monkeys don't even like you.

They're just in it for the awful ukulele.

>> Here you go, Ms. Winky, all yours.

>>Oh I couldn't possibly.

>>I insist.

>>You're too kind.

>> My gift to you.

don't mention it.

>>Oh way to go Mr. softy pants.

you gave away your uke.

>> Ahh my gas!

This is the worst thing I've ever heard.

>>Ah, unbelievable Pinky you're shrinking me.

>>What the freak?

>>Shrinky dink, stop singing!

Please, kill me.

>>Nice work rocket monkeys

you've cleaned your messy mess

and bonus points you seem to of discovered

a new species.

Cloud bullies.

Intriguing.

Now to investigate.

Oops.

>>You still mad at me?

>>Nah I can't stay mad at you, bro.

>>Good.

'cause we've got bigger problems.

>>Fire in the hole!