Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight -

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Last week on Black Hole Hospital...

My baby!

Where's my baby?

Forget it, Nurse Rhesus!

He's not your baby.

He's your father!

Daddy loves you!

I can already tell...

This is gonna be a three-tissue episode.

Wally, why do you watch this program

if it makes you so sad?

Everybody needs a good cry now and then.

Otherwise you fill up with salty cry juice

and your eyes explode.

Rocket Monkeys! Good news here.

I finished my new workout video -

Chimpsky's Glutes to the Max. Wanna see it?

Shush-Shush!

Wally is watching his favourite TV show

"Black Hole Hospital."

I love that show!

It always makes me cry.

Look I'm crying real Chimsky tears.

The results are in, Dr. Monkfeller.

I'm afraid it's true.

You have the fatal and fictitious disease known as...

Monkey-itis!

If only I, Dr. Montague Monkfeller,

recognized the symptoms of Monkey-itis earlier...

Why didn't you?

And what are they?

There are three.

One - Acute sneezing! Achoo!

Achoo! Achoo!

Phew, those porta-tubes are dusty!

What's the second symptom?

I'm glad you asked!

The second symptom is intense forgetfulness!

Wait! I forgot to stop at the bathroom.

And the third symptom?

An embarrassing loss of monkey fur!

Achoo!

Yeowww!

Ow!

Zargles!

That came off WAY easier than usual!

Ow! Why! Ow!

What the - What is?

Why?

Gus has all three symptoms of Monkey-itis!

Okay, monkey up, Wally.

Maybe Monkey-itis isn't so bad.

Acting!

Poor, brave, hairless Gus.

He must never know that he has...

Monkey-itis!

I must make his last, poop-tossing moments

as comfortable as possible!

'Cause that's what bros do!

Sometimes I cannot believe my monkeys.

I tell you.

I must go clear up this confusion...

What, and ruin this delicious plot twist?

Not on your robot life!

If I know my monkeys,

this will end with someone going to monkey prison.

Always does.

Oh boy. That's amusing.

Here bro, let me fluff your pillows for you.

About time I got some respect around here.

This is how you treat your older bro!

Shh...

It's sleepy time now...

I'm not sleepy really, I'm just gonna -

I said "Shh!"

So brave. So strong.

Can't breathe! You act like you're not even dying.

It's okay. Wally's here... Wally's here.

I made your favourite for my favourite bro -

Banana Cherry Bomb Surprise!

Ooh, cake!

Surprise!

Oh, how I'll miss those cakey burns on your face!

Wally?

Wally.

Wally?

Wally!

Wally!

WALLY! What are you doing?

I'm making soothing space-whale sounds

to help you sleep.

I was already sleeping!

Aww, Gus! Can we keep him?

Why is he doing this to me?

You tell him!

Wally believes you have Monkey-itis.

Personally I do not see the humour...

Ha! Who am I kidding? It's hilarious.

Me! Monkey-itis? Is it serious?

Hey bro, look what I got for you!

A forever bed.

He's taking it very well.

How could I get Monkey-itis?

I don't feel sick.

Blood pressure's fine...

maybe a little bit of a fever...

Poor Rocket Monkey Gus.

Maybe I should tell him

he is not really suffering from Monkey-itis.

Oh I forbid it.

This is now a scientific study -

"The Five Stages of monkey grief."

Galactically important, I think.

Plus seriously funny.

Observe - Stage Number 1 is called

"No way! Not me!"

This can't be happening!

Not to me! I'm too pretty!

I have a wonderful tail that many people like.

I have a beautifully shaped buttocks that really delivers.

Why?

Why?

Stage number 2 - "Maddy-mad Monkey-mad."

Take that inanimate objects!

Fury! Anger! Vicious! Unhappiness!

Stage 3 - "Trade ya, buddy."

I give you my monkey-itis and you give me...

anything less deathy!

No dice, buddy.

Stage 4 - "Major bummer."

I'm a good monkey.

I had a good life.

Why is it being taken from me now

just when I was starting

to understand all the nuances of existence?

I just wanted to be one with bananas

and live the life of happiness and peace

and maybe, sometimes, just smell myself and...

and love that too, but now that's going to be gone.

It's going to be gone.

Gone...

And the last stage - probably the most important -

"Who cares."

Meh. I'm going out the way I came in -

naked and watching TV!

It's still true, Dr. Monkfeller,

you've contracted...

Monkey-itis!

Oh Wally...

Were you watching Black Hole Hospital earlier?

I sure was!

And I believed every word of it!

Why do you ask?

It's monkey payback time!

Here's the banana shake you wanted,

my fatally diseased broski.

Too lumpy.

Get me a new one!

Wait! Let me spit some more in your face first.

Wally, could you cut my toenails for me?

I'm sick...

Not like that.

You know how I like it!

Yes... Yes...

Nibble it...

Nibble them...

Yes... Yes!

I have to say,

that montage was the best monkey payback I've ever seen.

Trust me, it'll get much worse when Wally finds out

that Gus is only pretending to be sick.

Pretending to be sick?

It's monkey payback-payback time!

Oh...

Wally!

We're outta your candy again!

Great news, Gus!

I found the cure for monkey-itis!

A c-cure?

That is... great news.

Gotta warn ya, it's intense.

But I'm willing to put you through a lot of pain,

because that's what bros do!

Evil Monkey-itis spirits be gone!

We will begin the procedure

with a full diagnostic work-up.

You may feel a slight burning sensation.

Please stay perfectly still.

Now we cleanse you of all the bad Monkey-itis germs.

What is your problem, bro?

Me? What about you, you faker?

I know you don't have monkey-itis.

You think you know that you think you know,

but you don't know for sure if you know

that I know that if you know I know have monkey-itis.

Let's start over.

I do have Monkey-itis!

See? Achoo! Achoo!

Pfft! If you have it, then I have it too!

Achoo! Achoo!

Are you following any of this?

Barely. But they both seem to believe

they have the very deadly and contagious monkey-itis!

Attention! You are surrounded!

An outbreak of monkey-itis has been detected!

Everyone aboard this ship

will be going into total quarantine.

I knew this would end with us all going to jail.

Saw it coming, really.

So, anyone up for a Glutes to the Max workout?

Let's pump those glutes!

And three more...

And two more...

I'm sorry that I naturally blur

reality and television together,

so that I pretended

that you maybe had a non-existent disease,

but it's not really my fault.

Yeah...

And I guess I'm sorry

I pretended to have monkey-itis...

Did someone say monkey-itis?

Achoo!

No! Please!

Not the hair!

Ouchie!

Ooh bum bum scorching...

Blarg!

Hey Wally, doesn't that ship look a lot like ours?

Help!

Go away! Monkeys watching TV!

Come on, open up!

Deep Space Dave!

Hey bro, you're on TV meeting Deep Space Dave!

I am? Ooh!

Nope. You're gone now.

Ahem.

Hello, frighteningly hairy children.

I need help!

I'm being chased by a fire-breathing

flaming ball of fire

from the planet fireball!

Hey, I saw that on TV once.

I need a diversion.

It just so happens that I have

a fake degree in diversionology.

Step aside and get ready to be diverted.

Yoo-hoo! Mr. Fire-Beast!

Ooh, look at my sensuous fire beast lady self.

Blarg?

Sometimes people say to me,

"Where do you get your beautiful fire beast looks from?"

And I say, "My mom, who's also a fire beast

and she did some work modeling."

Too much lipstick?

Me! Me! Me!

I have an idea!

Ha! Hilarious.

What possible genius "Wally idea" is there?

"Oh, look at me! I am Wally!

How can I have an idea?

Blah, blah, blah!"

This is Wally having an idea.

"I'm Wally! Duh... idea..."

Your name? Blarg.

Let's see...

We have a Blark. We have a Barg.

But no Blarg. Sorry.

Blarg...

It worked? But how?

It's just Wally's dumb idea!

Best idea ever.

Party!

Did someone say party? Whaaat?!

Good work!

That's why I'm promoting you from annoying furball

to Ambassador of good times.

You, Cranky-Tin-Can,

where does a super hero get a super-smoothie around here?

Really? Well, I'm actually mostly aluminum.

Might want to learn your metals...

And you... Just stay out of the way.

You're scaring the babes.

Tickle tickle...

Come on let's kick it.

That's a fat bass line dude.

Yeah. I love it.

Hey man, back it up!

Now come forward. Okay.

Who's the Chimpsky-nator, eh?

Hey! Johnny on the Spot Bot.

Over here! Davey's gotta make tinkles.

I'll tell you I am not equipped

with the porto-potty feature so...

To have someone deposit something like that in your...

in yourself is not pleasant.

I can't even hear myself think!

Quiet!

That goes for you too!

Would access to the VIP lounge make you feel better?

Well sure, I guess.

I mean I AM a Very Important Primate.

Right this way!

Ha!

Whatdaya think now, people who thought

I wasn't appreciated around here...

Hey there.

Wow you are certainly cylindrical...

Outta my way, nobodies!

Uh-huh. Name? Gus. Your brother.

Let's see...

"Gus. Your brother..."

What is that, Swedish? "Yur Bruddur?" I don't...

Sorry! Not on the list.

Hey Bruzzy, my main man!

Hey Quindy, how's it hanging?

Pretty low I can tell.

Your egg sack is dragging.

Hey Churcle Block, what's cracking?

Churcle Block?

There's no way Churcle Block is getting in before me.

And of course I'm not on the list.

It's a grocery list!

See?! All it says is bananas!

Banana-Dude! Looking good!

You were saying?

Just let me in!

Sorry, bro. No can do.

Hey Pon-Kongor!

You ol' alien-dog, get in there!

Oh I tapped his butt a bit.

Sorry everybody, we are full!

Hey tin man, clean up in corridor six.

Hop to it!

Okay, that is it!

No more smoothies or potty privileges for you!

This is not how you treat friends and coworkers!

No one keeps Gustav J. Monkey

out of his own rocket! Bingo!

Oh, that grated bag of cheese!

I'll tell you, I never bought into

his routine from the get-go!

This isn't Dave's fault, yay-OK.

I blame Wally and his dumb Wally ideas.

I'm the best. I'm the best.

I'm the besty, bestest, best best best!

Okay, let's see, I roll a critical hit

and you take double damage...

So...

Room for one more on this, uh, here rock here?

Your name?

Walter... Your brother?

Let's see... I'll just check the list here.

I'm moving my finger down a piece of paper

that's just me pretending to look at the list

while you sit waiting in trepidation

whether or not I will find your name

on the non-existent list.

It's not on the list!

This is all your fault

for being such a party-poopy-pants!

My fault?

The whole thing was your brilliant idea!

It was not my brilliant idea!

It was my DUMB idea!

You're right.

It was the dumbest idea since dumb was invented.

You couldn't have come up with a dumb idea if you tried

'cause you're too dumb.

That doesn't make any sense!

Cause I couldn't come up with a dumb idea -

Rocket Monkeys!

We need to get the ship back from that...

That ridiculous wannabe.

Take that back!

Deep Space Dave is our friend!

Even when he tricks and torpedoes you into an asteroid?

Especially then!

It's a little thing called

"mutual respect and understanding!"

Look it up sometime, Tin-Pants.

Really? Observe.

I know! I totally thought it was a weird hairy kid!

Turns out it was something called -

get this - a rocket monkey!

And get his name - Gus!

Betrayal...

burning big betrayal holes in my heart!

And the other one, Wally, still plays with dolls.

Look at me!

I'm just a big dumb unicorn! Ooh!

Kevin!

In conclusion, I have no mutual respect

or understanding for either of them.

That's it!

We're getting our ship back

and I have just the idea to do it!

Excuse me, Sir.

Have you ever heard the term...

"disco inferno?"

Blarg?

Allow me to explain. Huddle up everyone!

Here's the plan... Ow!

Blow! Blow! Blow!

It's getting hot in here!

Steam bath party!

Hotter! Hotter! Hotter!

It's getting wet in here!

Sprinkler party!

Crank it! Crank it! Crank it!

It's getting snacky in here!

Popcorn party!

Yeehaw!

You see? Back home.

My idea worked perfectly.

Hey!

It's our favourite television program!

Deep Space Dave!

Yay!

Why do I feel like I've seen this episode before?

Ten, nine, eight --

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Peew-pew, pew-pew!

Pew!

Gotcha!

No way!

Got you!

No I got you!

Did you not see the giant laser blast destroy your face?

No because that was part of your imagination

and my imagination is different.

Oh.

How come we never get to play with real lasers anymore?

You need to be reminded?

Oh, right. That's right.

Here.

You can play with these.

Yay.

Get ready for a blasting, Wally.

Pe-jurrm, pe-jurrm.

Not if I get you first.

Ba-lowrm.

Peew-wulla.

Boo!

Stinko!

You did it!

No, I didn't! That came out of you!

It was you! No, no, no, no!

It had your earmarks!

It didn't, no! It did.

It's got a Wally all over it!

Uh, Rocket Monkeys,

if my sensors are correct

this is not a toast-related explosion.

I believe we are under attack.

Rocket Monkeys!

The GASI fleet is being attacked

by a terrifying and evil robot!

YAY-OK!

I can't believe it!

How?

You're a machine!

How did you even do that?!

All this time, I thought you were one of us!

What is happening inside you that would do that?!

No, Rocket Monkeys!

This horrifying Attack Robot is seriously dangerous.

YAY-OK is merely an out-of-date and barely-working

whatever he is.

C'mon, Dr. Chimpsky!

I am blushing.

Such compliments for someone who never gets them,

it's overwhelming.

You must stop this robot before it does real damage

and interrupts my afternoon nappy time.

Chimpsky out.

Go Team Rocket Monkey!

Action-Hero Battle-mode, engage!

Now, this just screams "hero".

Look at the epaulets.

Oh my shoulders go on for days.

Gus, is this too formal?

Ooh, fresh look!

Hey cranky pants!

Stop blowing up our ship!

That's our job!

I am Belindor!

Prepare for destruction!

Did you say Relindor?

I heard Parmindor.

Uh, no, I'm pretty sure it was Tarsendor.

I heard Glangerdor.

Was it, a dog hanging on to my garage door?

It might have been Tonsil Fist.

The name is Belindor!

Open fire!

What is the big hold up?

Oh my bolts!

Hello there.

Attack here often?

Haha!

Kidding.

Just kidding with the lovely-bot.

YAY-OK?

Is that you?

I've been searching for so long.

Well search no longer.

Your boy-toy bot here.

You don't remember me, do you?

Of course I do.

What is her name again?

Shappadapatingledor?

It's Belindor!

Robo flashback!

Hey Sweet Blips.

Wanna go to the Prom-a-tron?

Do I?

Of course I do, YAY-OK.

This is my number one dream come true.

Oh my god!

You're a cutie-bot.

I love your pom-poms.

Why don't you shake 'em for YAY-OK,

if you know what I mean.

Augh!

Not the time, not the time, girl-bots.

I got some business to take care of

but I'll be back.

YAY-OK, it would mean everything to me

if we could-- --

have this dance?

Whoa!

Did somebody say "dance?"

Woo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Huh?!

Oof!

Oh!

Ugh!

Such humiliation!

Oh my.

Did I do all that?

Yes, but that was the past.

It's not like I've spent every day thinking about it,

dreaming of the moment when I humiliate you

the same way you destroyed my life!

Okay, okay.

So we're cool then about the whole thing?

Of course.

All will be forgiven with a romantic download.

Well my suspicion indicators say a definite no-no,

but my transistors say yes-indeedy-do.

Rocket Monkeys, avert your eyes.

Already there.

Oh la la!

This is gross!

Why did I peek?!

Ah, ah, ah!

Mee-dah, mee-bah.

What did you do to our ro-bro?!

Bwahaha!

I have downloaded all his robo-mojo!

Try busting your "moves" now, YAY-not-so-OK!

Ha!

The joke's on you,

Babalin-- Uh, babba-- Balinbameh-lor.

Our robo-bro doesn't need his mojo.

He's just as vibrant and sassy without it.

Show her, YAY-OK.

I want my mommy-bot!

Bwahahahaha!

Aaah!

An-nya-nya!

Who's making toast?

Gus, I know that YAY-OK's lost his mojo and all,

but does he seem a little more--

I don't know.

Useless?

Meh.

Seems the same to me.

YAY-OK, stop running around like a big whiny baby.

And make with the banana pancakes!

Banana pancakes?

Never again!

My circuits couldn't take the stress.

Whoa.

Did he just say "Banana pancakes!

Never again!"? again!"

Bro, this directly affects us!

Okay Brobot,

the road to your former glory begins now!

Aaah!

After brunch though, right?

Totally.

There she is YAY-OK.

She's ripe for the picking!

The old YAY-OK wouldn't hesitate.

Say you like the cut of her jib.

Yeah, girls love it when you talk about their jib.

Say you like the hitch in her get-along.

Tell her that she's fine the way she is

even if she's not.

Uh, I'd like to cut your jib?

Ugh!

Ugh!

That's it!

We need to get YAY-OK's mojo back

from that robo-vixen!

Luckily, I have a plan.

Hey, where did you get that Prom-a-tron poster?

From Trafingaflungaflungafor's flashback.

Whatever works!

Get out of my way!

Hello, love-bots!

Welcome to this year's Prom-a-tron.

This is just like my flashback.

Tonight, we're gonna get our circuits singed,

our wires crossed,

our jyros jiggled,

our servos slapped,

our--

Uh, it's time to announce the King and Queen

of the dance.

Let's hear it for your new queen,

Globa-whatsa-whats-a-dor!

The name is Belindor!

That's right, Queenie.

And the King is--

YAY-OK!

And now it's time for your very special dance.

Hit it!

Enough!

You're terrible!

Oh I can't stay mad at you!

You are the nuts to my bolts.

You are the oil to my squeaky robot bits.

Come give Belindor a big kiss!

Do it, do it, do it!

Hmm, hmm.

Ah, so romantical!

And yet I'm still thinking--

YAY-OK is back!

Mojo intact!

You tricked me!

Aaaah!

Good work, Rocket Monkeys.

Shockingly enough, you saved the galaxy again.

We're the best!

We're the best!

We're the besty besty besty besty best!

Uh-uh, let's not over walla and cheer now!

Let's not get cocky.

I will have my revenge, YAY-OK!

Okay, anytime.

Give me a call sometime, Sliding-door.

It's Belindor!

It's good to have you back, YAY-OK.

Aaah!

That's a hot carbohydrate!

Uh, four hundred and eleven and seventy-six...

six hundred and forty-nine and a hundred and nine...

Smelly or not, here comes YAY-OK!

I'm on the trail

of you horrendous-smelling monkeys.

It's a very strong.

Very strong, Gentlemens.

Wow!

Really outdoing yourselves.

I smell-- Ahh, gro-ma-la-la!

Have not bathed in a while, huh Gentlemens?

Aw!

I told you

we should have hidden in each other's hands.

I told you we should have opened up a black hole

and jumped in there

and gone to an alternate dimension

where we're impossible to find.

Hurray!

Am I not the best at Hide and Reek?

Aahh!

Rocket Monkeys!

I have big news.

GASI is releasing its newest commercial venture.

It's a follow-up to the regional success

of last year's eau de Chimpsky.

A bottled fragrance, 'Rilla.

Barf Alert!

Smells like old man's foot.

Exactly.

Check out the ad.

Power!

Power-power-power.

Dreams!

Dreams-dreams-dreams.

Monkeys are losers!

Losers-losers-losers.

'Rilla!

Blech!

Who wants to smell like a nasty ol' 'rilla?

I don't know.

Everyone, maybe?

Mesmerizing top note of aged fungus--

Blooming into a harmony of leathered ham.

A little, just a little bit of underpits.

Oooh actually a lot of underpits.

Rilla-rilla-rilla.

If the 'Rillas have a scent,

than so will the Rocket Monkeys.

No, no, no.

No one wants to smell like a monkey.

Monkey smell has no drama!

Did my monkey ears hear "No drama"?

D'oh!

I'll show you drama!

"Tis time to weep,

such tears that will fillith a swimming poolth"--

Oof!

Like I said.

No drama.

Chimpsky out!

We will have our own monkey fragrance!

I wanna help.

Good start, Wally.

But we're not there yet.

We're going to need a plan.

YAY-OK!

Not a problem.

To extract pure monkey stink juice

you only need some encouragement

and a little painful science.

Yay!

You call that perspiration?

More sweat!

You call that gettin' stinky?

Sir, yes sir!

I cannot smell you!

Congratulations, monkeys!

All your hard work and natural stinkiness

has paid off.

I give you Monké!

That's all?

What a rip!

It is highly concentrated, very powerful stuff.

Now, who will be our first victim?

Ha!

I mean, eager test subject?

Oh, you're gonna smell so bad!

I'm so jealous of your nostrils right now.

Yeah, right.

I forget.

Inky has no nose.

I think Inky is caputski!

Now that's what I call drama!

Look out, 'Rillas.

There's a new smell in the galaxy:

Monké.

Who can resist Monké?

Monké.

Better than 'Rilla.

Monké.

Monké.

Monké!

Monké!

Monké!

Nah.

Like I said,

monkeys just aren't that dramatic.

Are you-- Wha? What?!

Never mind.

Let Monké do the talking.

Splash it, doc.

Fine, I'll give it a go.

I mean, it's not like it's going to turn me

into some kind of uncontrollable monster.

Oh.

You know what, it's not that bad.

Yeah.

Has a certain je ne sais--

Chimpsky out.

I think he likes it!

What's going on?

Chimpsky is dead.

I'll get the shovel.

I'll poke him with a stick.

I am Monké!

Aaah!

Boy, Dr. Chimpsky sure is peppy.

Yep.

He's a real go-getter.

Aah!

Aaah!

More monkey smell!

Oddly enough,

I don't mind having my head stuffed in a nostril.

Can't go wrong with moist, dark and slimy!

More Monké!

More Monké!

Boy, something smells good!

Chimpsky need monkey juice!

We're in big trouble, Wal.

He's talking to himself in the third person!

Not enough!

More juice!

More hot!

Quick Wally,

text YAY-OK for help!

How many "R"s are in Heeeeelp?

Just send Mr. Frowny.

Colon, Open Parenthesis!

That's Mr. Frowny!

Gus and Wally need my help.

Colon, lower case "o".

That's Mr. Screamy!

I'm coming, my Monkeys!

So weak.

Dry.

Tapped out.

I can't even smell it, bro!

Pure Monkey Smell!

Dramatic!

Careful doc, it's powerful stuff.

Do you mind?

You're blocking my light.

Aaah!

More!

We don't have any more!

Wait!

I think I have a little juice left in my tail.

More Monké!

One sec!

Aaaah!

Ready!

More!

Weak.

So weak.

Rocket Monkey Gus!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Ah!

You look uh, horrible.

All pruny and shrivally.

Your vitality is a shadow of your former self.

You're a rail, Gustav.

Here, have some Monké from my private collection.

Don't ask.

Hmm.

Tangy open.

Fruity.

With notes of shoe bottom and tuna breath.

Leg hair scrapings,

I think a scab.

Oh!

A little underarm hair at the end.

That's a little surprise.

Ho ho ho ho!

Zowie!

We have to rescue Wally!

Up there!

Of course, up there.

Oh, they wouldn't be down here,

you know somewhere safe,

like proper gentlemens.

More Monké!

Hands off, Mr. Handsy!

Arrgh!

Aaaah!

Gaah!

Aaah!

Let go of my bro!

But not in a droppy way.

Wally, catch!

It's eau de Chimpsky,

from my personal collection!

Don't ask!

Here!

What's going on?

Aaaaah!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

Ugh.

Chimpsky is dead!

I'll get the shovel.

I'll poke him with a stick.

Wait a second there!

He's only near-dead.

Whoa.

I had the most wonderful dream!

Whew!

I smell like old man foot.

But mostly old man.

Oh, yeah, oh yeah!

Woo, yeah, woo-hoo!

Well,

looks like all the things are back to normal.

Oh my bolts.

Well whatta ya know,

Inky isn't caputski.

More Monké!