Original subtitles

DOCTOR CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *

* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *

* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, Oo, oo, oo *

* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *

* But best is relative, don't you forget *

*

* Rocket Monkeys

Go Monkeys!

*

Welcome, everyone!

Uh, thank you, Gus and Wally.

Yeah, that's enough now.

Cease. Desist.

I said quiet !

Ahem.

And welcome, everyone,

to the signing of this most historic peace accord

between the Glints and the Glorts.

Glint! Glint! Glint! Glort! Glort! Glort!

Uh, excuse me.

Hello? Focus.

Today marks the end of fighting

over the disputed territory of Playlandia.

Finally,

this ridiculous, centuries-old fight--

Ahem.

I mean, um,

this totally reasonable disagreement will end.

And now to pay tribute,

a traditional song of peace.

Uh, Gus, Wally,

if you would?

Glint, Glint, Glint.

Glort.

Quick, get them to sign the peace accord!

BOTH: Hmm.

DR. CHIMPSKY: Press the pen-signing button!

No, the other button!

That one!

Ngh. Right there!

The blue blinking one!

Your hand is directly over it!

Just press it!

Glint!

Glo-glo-glo-glo- glo-glo-glo-glort!

(Alternating shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

Ah! So peaceful.

"Peace" of cake!

Good one, Wal.

Good one.

Enough.

A toast!

To peace in the galaxy!

DR. CHIMPSKY: Rocket Monkeys?!

I know you're in there!

Is that the happy-Chimpsky knock

or the angry

DR. CHIMPSKY: The very-angry-Chimpsky knock!

Uh oh,

you guys are in a little bit of trouble!

Oh, hey you!

Can't talk.

Busy doing important monkey stuff.

WALLY: Moo!

No one here but us cows!

Enough!

The truth is--

Because of today's "events",

I am no longer the chief in charge.

I've been demoted.

At least I still have my monitor privileges.

At least I still have those.

Aah!

If you're not the chief...

Then who is?

WALLY: Oh, oh!

Dr. Fan, sir!

Can we have the rest of the day off?

He's strict.

Don't you get it?!

I've been demoted!

Humiliated!

Turned into a junior junior junior Rocket Monkey!

Like you two!

I know what'll cheer you up!

* Monkey tour

* Monkey tour

* Monkey tour

And here is where we hide

when we don't want to hear

what the big boss has to say.

We call it the hide-from- Dr.-Blah-blah-blah room.

This is the tactical command center!

You have funny names for everything.

Here's where we test to see

if our undies need washing.

Still has a couple days.

And here's the boom-boom room.

This is where we throw stuff.

I'm open! I'm open!

Ugh!

This is the torpedo room!

Hmm. So what's this room?

BOTH: No! Aah!

That room is reserved

for junior junior junior Rocket Monkeys

first class.

We're only second class.

Actually, I'm...

Well, I'm third class.

You are?!

But if you're a junior junior junior Rocket Monkey,

third class...

And we're junior junior junior Rocket Monkeys,

second class...

That means...

Hold on, if I'm third

and we have one more junior than him

Two days in a week

And four weeks in an hour

It means you two outrank me.

BOTH: We outrank you!

Eugh.

You know, uh,

they don't do that themselves, uh?

But they told me they wash their own toilet paper!

Good one, Dr. Chimpsky!

There! I'm done.

Finally!

A-hem!

Oh my.

Aaah!

Aaah!

One, two, three!

The winner!

Uh, gentlemens,

there's still that little matter

of the raging battle between Glint and Glort!

Oh yeah!

Thanks for reminding us!

I hope we didn't miss anything.

Relax, bro.

It's on pause.

(Alternating shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

Um, monkeys,

I think I need some medical attention.

WALLY: Chimpsky third class,

I need a refill!

That's it!

I quit GASI.

Forever!

(Alternating shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

I said I'm leaving.

(Alternating shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

Forever.

It's been two days.

Enough with the ring-a-ding-donging!

Chimpsky!

My banana juice is too far away!

And my bed isn't wet enough!

I'm not Dr. Chimpsky.

Dr. Chimpsky quit two days ago.

BOTH: He wha

B-b-b-but--

Who will take care of our monkey needs?!

We'll get Dr. Chimpsky back!

We'll search the galaxy!

The cosmos!

The universe!

And bring him home.

Then we'll make him do our stuff.

Exactly.

Chimpsky, bring us our scooters.

I already said I am not--

Here. Please.

Just take them.

You guys are really busting my circuits, huh.

Chimpsky!

Chimpy-chimpy-Chimpsky!

Where are ya, little fella?

Chimpsky!

Come here, boy!

See him yet?

No.

Hmmm.

See him now?

Not yet.

Who are we looking for again?

I don't know.

(Alternating shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

WALLY: Could you keep it down!

We're looking for someone here!

BOTH: Yay!

Poorly-constructed cuckoo clock for sale!

Anyone?

Coo-coo!

Life is over.

YAY-OK: Dr. Chimpsky,

you must come back and help!

My monkeys have been kidnapped by a Glint.

Or maybe a Glort.

Whatever! One of them!

It's too late, Yay-Ok.

I'm out of the game.

Finished.

Washed-up.

Folded into thirds and tucked into a drawer.

Those monkeys can take care of themselves.

You know that's the one thing they cannot do!

That and tie their own shoes,

stopping themselves

from the incessant scratching of the unmentionables,

to say nothing of the flushing issues,

and the giant little bombs that are left behind.

Please, Dr. Chimpsky,

think of the good times.

The good times?

Okay, let me think.

Thinking about the possibility of good times.

Hmmm.

Yeah, I got nothing.

Maybe this sentimental robo-flashback will help.

Oh my.

Yeah!

I do miss those monkeys.

All right I'll do it!

Coo-coo!

I'm a big failure.

Coo-coo!

Glint!

Glort!

What the Glintin' Glort is going on around here?!

Why is no one trying to rescue us?!

DR. CHIMPSKY: I don't recognize

any of these buttons.

They've changed everything.

Yeah, that one's a dud.

What's the point?!

I used to be a well-trained GASI scientist.

Now I'm not even fit

third class.

Oh! Again with the sad-sack Chimpsky.

Snap out of it, I tell you!

Chimpsky, you get up now, sir!

I'm sorry, but you built this ship.

I apologize again.

but you know which button to press

to solve the problems.

I believe in you, chief!

Sorry about the slapping,

but nothing was working really.

You're right.

All I have to do

is find the button

that will activate total galactic peace.

What else could it possibly be?

Glint, Glint! Glort, Glort!

BOTH: Woo!

Atta boy, Chimper!

Nice work, Chimper!

(Alternating angry shouts of "Glint" and "Glort")

Aaah!

What do I do?

Gus and Wally are in danger.

Galactic peace is threatened.

My gout is flaring up something awful.

Well, if I know my monkeys,

nothing solves a problem

like an ol' timey musical number.

* Monkeys never seem to fret

* What they want is what they get *

* So when you don't know what to do *

* You do what the monkeys do

* I say ooo-ooo-ooo

Ooo

* I say ooo-ooo-ooo

* Ooo-ooo-ooo

* And now you've got a clue

* You can join in, too

* I say ooo-ooo-ooo

* Ooo-ooo-ooo

* Say ooo-ooo-ooo

* Ooo-ooo-ooo

Now you at home.

Take it!

Never mind.

Big finish!

* Do what the monkeys do

Glint, glint, glint. Glort, Glort, Glort.

Ah, well look at that.

Galactic peace has been secured.

I can't believe that actually worked.

BOTH: Aaaah!

Aah.

So good to be back in my monitor.

As the reinstated GASI chief,

my first order is to ensure a lifelong peace

between the Glints and the Glorts.

Glort!

Therefore,

GASI will always have someone sing and dance

like a monkey.

* Say ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

* Ooo-ooo-ooo

* Say ooo-ooo-ooo

Can we stop now?

Man, that guy is tough.

* Ooo, ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo

*

YAY-OK:

Rocket Monkeys,

I have assembled

your favourite television snacks.

Banana shakes?

Check.

Banana cakes?

Check.

Banana steaks?

Medium rare.

Just the way you like it!

Wally,

you know what that means?!

You bet I do!

ANNOUNCER: And now,

what all you lesser-primates

have been drooling for...

It's the Banana Hour!

GUS: Brilliant.

Just brilliant.

I don't know how they outdo themselves

each week.

The level of storytelling.

The commitment to character.

I don't get it.

It's just a spinning banana.

Doesn't play with me, I'll tell you.

BOTH: What?!

Bolts!

Maybe we need to find someone else

who can appreciate

the subtle artistic sensibilities

of this televised masterpiece!

Oy!

Yeah!

You know who'd really love the Banana Hour?

Yoga up.

Yoga 'nana.

Dreaming dragon.

Floating beehive.

Sleeping dog

into bathing squirrel.

Let your ears go liquid.

And eyebrows down.

Attention, Banana Dude!

You should watch the Banana Hour.

It's really good.

Weird.

Does my voice really sound like this?

Hello! Hello! Hello!

So annoying!

I knew this monkey-safe room would come in handy.

No monkey way in...

... no monkey way out.

BOTH: Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!

Just leave me alone!

Hey!

BOTH: Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!

Listen to me!

Whatever it is you're talking about,

I don't care!

Hmp! Fine!

We know when we're not wanted.

Let's go, Wally!

Oh!

Just forgot the TV.

Grr!

Just forgot the remote!

I will put an end to this monkey harassment

once and for all.

For I am Lord Peel!

To the lab!

Ow!

Ow.

Note to self:

next time, take the stairs.

Ach.

Now, to devise a diabolical plan

to get those monkeys

off my back.

BOTH: Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!

Watch it! Watch it!

Would you two mind filling out

a quick questionnaire?

One: how much do you love bananas?

Two: do you like banana-shaped things,

or things shaped like bananas?

Three: would you prefer to be destroyed by fire,

laser blast, space debris,

or all of the above?

I'll take those.

Diabolical plan:

devised!

Listen to me.

You... hate... bananas!

BOTH: We... love... bananas...

No, no, no.

You hate bananas!

No, no, no, no, stop!

BOTH: We have pants on our heads.

Next plan!

Let's see.

"Monkey brain surgery for beginners."

Hmmm. No time!

I got a good feeling about this one,

Banana Dude.

Silence!

Let the monkey-operation commence!

Ah!

The medulla ob-blanana!

The medulla ob-blanana

is the part of the monkey brain

obsessed with bananas.

Remove it,

you remove the banana-love.

BOTH: Giant banana!

Aaah! Yes! Yes!

Ha-ha! Yes! Yes!

Wee! Wee! Wee! Ah-la-la!

My plan worked!

I'm alone!

Yeah!

And now for my next plan:

some me time.

Y'know,

this show ain't half-bad.

We interrupt this horrible show

with a message from the Rocket Monkeys.

This is what we think of bananas.

Wally?

Lord Peel,

you are a genius.

GUS: From now on,

this is what we do to bananas!

Take that!

Take that!

Take that

you high-in-potassium son of a gun!

That seems a little extreme.

All bananas must be destroyed!

In a hilarious way,

if at all possible.

Not good.

Definitely not good.

Well, luckily.

I'm not a banana.

Time to make a banana split!

Aaaaah!

I just hope I didn't miss anything plot-related

while I was whipping up

all these banana goodies.

Oh, my monkeys!

Something special!

Are those made of bananas?

Of course they are, Wallace!

BOTH: Destroy them all!

Do not leave a banana standing!

Crush the bananas!

Crush 'em! Blarney!

Pot o' gold!

Oh, look out for a leprechaun's mother!

Potatoes! O'reilly!

Not my prize-winning banana muffins!

Were they over

Ah! Too much vanilla.

I knew it!

Our work here is done.

Aye, laddie.

I have disappointed my monkeys

with my poor banana lasagna!

Keep it up, Yay-Ok!

They'll replace you with a blender

if you're not careful!

Breaking news.

Gus and Wally,

self-proclaimed banana-vigilantes,

are stirring up banana-hating mobs

from Zolar to Glorb 7

with one goal in mind:

destroy all bananas!

Bananas are stealing your jobs!

They are stopping you from eating other fruit!

They're scaring your children

with their bruisy-brown parts

that no one really wants to eat.

That's why we say:

destroy all bananas!

Yeah, that's a statement I can get behind!

What have bananas ever done for you?

Besides being...

delicious!

Ow!

Did I say delicious?

I mean...

When I say "banana",

you say: "destroy. "

Banana!

ALL: Destroy!

Banana!

Destroy!

This is so not good!

GUS: There he is!

The biggest banana of them all!

WALLY: Extra destroy!

ALL: Extra destroy!

Aaaah!

But I'm not a banana!

Let's see my crazy monkeys

destroy this delicious meal.

So much banana goodness.

BOTH: Destroy all bananas!

This is banana-insanity!

You cannot destroy everything banana

in this ship.

It is filled with bananas!

Even me!

And you wouldn't want to destroy me!

Cute and lovable Yay

Oh my bolts!

Aaahhhh, la la!

It's kind of hard

not to take this robo-personally.

Oh, aaah!

I'm not a banana!

I am a strawberry.

See? Wow.

Seriously bad disguise,

Lord Banana.

Please explain what is happening.

I'm hiding out

from your banana-hating monkeys.

They want to destroy me

for some reason.

And that reason would be

Well, it might be

because I performed brain surgery on them

and may have removed their medulla ob-blanana.

So that's why they've gone off the monkey deep-end.

We must get them to like bananas again.

Although I can't confirm it,

I believe they've destroyed all the bananas

in the galaxy!

It's been confirmed.

They've destroyed all the bananas

in the galaxy.

If only we had one banana

to lure them close enough to catch them.

Okay, just uh, you know, spit-balling here, but--

You have kind of a banana quality,

you know.

With the shape and the colour.

I am not a banana!

But I do have a certain theatrical flair.

It would be a stretch,

but I'm sure I can pull it off.

Oh, yeah, no.

That's a stretch. Sure.

Oh yeah, absolutely.

Whatever you say.

We will fight the banana on the beaches!

We shall fight in the fields and in the streets!

We shall never surrender!

Oh! Oh!

Yes, Wally?

Can we fight them in a circus?

That would be fun.

Totally.

Oh great, theatre.

Welcome

to Yay-Ok's repository theatre presentation

of A Streetcar Named Appeal.

Stella!

I am a banana!

GUS AND WALLY: Boo!

Cheese! What you are doing is not satisfactory

Boo! as far as entertainment is concerned!

I'll bet no monkeys in the audience

are brave enough to tie themselves up

and hop on this stage.

We'll show you who's brave.

And gullible!

All tied up!

Now what?

LORD PEEL: Hit it!

* Bananas

* We love banana-nana-nana--

No.

We hate bananas.

I actually hate bananas less now!

Me too!

* We love banana-nana-nana -nana-nana-nana-nana-nana *

* Bananas

* We love--

Well, my work here is done.

Ow, ow, ow!

* Banana-ana-nana-nana- nana-nana-nana-nana *

(Singing and shouting continue)

Enough!

Anything but that song!

BOTH: Anything?

Just when you think

they can't make this show any better,

they do!

You know what?

I'm starting to see the appeal of this thing.

Everything that goes around comes around, huh?

Who am I kidding?

Terrible.

It's boring! It's a banana that spins.

GUS: Counter-clock-wise.

Brilliant!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, they're monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest and they're not the best *

* Okay, they're not the coolest *

* And they have a stinky breath *

* Oh, you Rocket Monkeys, oh, you Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, oo, oo, oo *

* Give them a mission and they'll do their best *

* The best is relative, don't you forget *

DOCTOR CHIMPSKY: Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes, but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest, they're not the best *

* They're not the coolest, they also have bad breath *

* Rocket Monkeys, Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, Oo, oo, oo *

* Give them a mission, they'll do their best *

* But best is relative, don't you forget *

*

* Rocket Monkeys

Go Monkeys!

*

Two years in the making

but I've done it.

Behold!

Gustav Monkey

in banana peels, earwax

and Inky ink balls.

I am immortal!

Torpedo tag.

You're it!

Booyah!

Torpedo tag!

What to eat

You're it!

And we're out of Dijon.

You're it!

You're it!

No, you're it!

You're double it!

You're double-triple it!

You're flipple-dipple it!

You're Miss Muff-it!

You're Little Miss-fit!

Do you monkeys even know how to play tag?

BOTH: You're it!

Bolts!

Attention GASI Agents!

We are inside our latest super-weapon

in our on-going fight

against anything we don't like.

Behold!

The black-hole-n-ator has lethal force capabilities.

It can create an instant black hole.

We're talking total galactic destruction!

It's really cool.

Bravo.

Love that destruction.

Really good.

Hey! Let's hear it for the brilliant inventor,

Professor Cornelius J. Simian!

You're interrupting my work!

Wait a monkey sec!

You know who that is?

Uh, Dr. Chimpsky?

It's good ol' Corny!

Of course!

Who could forget?

Who's good ol' Corny?

Only one way to find out:

time for an expository monkey flashback!

* Shoobily wop, buh woop, yeah *

We were inseparable.

BOTH: We are the monkeys of Gamma Gamma Banana!

Always together,

best friends forever!

Ooh ooh, ahh ahh, plbtt!

Yeah!

BOTH: Gamma Gamma Banana secret handshake!

Ahh!

BOTH: Corny! Corny! Corny!

Banana chug hat!

Sorry guys.

You know my one-banana limit.

BOTH: One more!

Let's get this partay start-ayed!

Hoo-ha!

Who's the big monkey now?

The Corn-on-the-cobber!

Good ol' Corny.

No idea who he is.

But his face sure rings a bell!

Ringing a bell!

That is so literally funny!

Seriously, who is he?!

And since when did we go to college?!

CORNELIUS: Orbit steady?

Check.

Power supply?

Check.

Safety System for the Safety System?

Check. Best friends forever?

Checkity-check-check-check!

Gamma Gamma Banana Secret Handshake!

Corny, it's me!

Gus!

Gamma Gamma Banana?

Ooh ooh, aah, aah, pbllt?

Woo-hoo!

Remember?

Of course.

Gustav Monkey.

And if you're here,

that must mean...

Oooh, ooh!

ALARM SYSTEM: Warning.

Alarm has been activated.

Warning.

Alarm has been activated.

Oh my!

Phew.

So when do we streak GASI headquarters?

Ready when you are!

No!

I am a scientist!

And scientists do not have fun.

Never!

Oh sure,

there was that one time...

That was a good year.

But now I spend all my time

monitoring the black hole-n-ator

because science plus fun equals kablowee!

Wow!

You know so many science-y words.

Who are you again?

It's Cornelius!

Corny-the-Barbarian!

Corny-on-the-Cobbler.

Corny-Corny-Cream-Corny.

Cornibulous the Magnificent!

Mr. Poppy!

Poppy-Corny!

I wish you wouldn't call me any of those things.

What if we par- tay

and watch your black hole-whatzamawhozit

at the same time?

I shouldn't have had that third bolt burrito.

That was a mistake--

Oh, hello gentlemens!

Yes, the commode is, uh,

the commode seems to be fixed now.

It's, uh, working quite properly!

Yay-Ok can fill in for you!

You'll like him.

He's a soulless machine!

Oh, go on. Please.

Please.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Stop it.

Impossible.

The fate of the whole galaxy

rests on the black hole-n-ator never going offline.

It would take months to properly train--

YAY-OK: Yes-yes,

black-hole-n-ator specs.

So complicated.

In my sleep I could handle this!

Go, go!

Gamma Gamma Banana!

No, I can't breathe!

Ohhh!

Hey, Wally!

Par-tay!

Coming!

Okay-dokey!

The fate of the galaxy is in my processors!

Nothing will distract me while I--

La la, oh la la!

I can, uh,

I can tell by your buttons there

that you're happy to see me.

ALL: We are the monkeys of Gamma Gamma Banana

always together

best friends forever!

Ooh ooh, ahh ahh--

Plbtt!

Three dozen banana poppers

and keep 'em coming!

Well, maybe just one.

Then directly back to the black hole-n-ator.

BOTH: Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug!

One's my limit.

Back to the lab for me.

Come on Corn-dogger!

Have another.

I don't--

BOTH: One more! One more! One more!

Heeeeeeere's Corny!

Oh! Do you smell corn?

'Cause I smell corn!

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!

Welcome back,

Commissioner Von Corn!

BOTH: Haha!

ALL: We are the monkeys of Gamma Gamma Banana!

Always together,

best friends forever!

Professor Simian!

What are you doing?!

Return to the black hole-n-ator

immediately.

This is an emergency!

Emergency this !

Oh my.

ALARM SYSTEM: Warning.

Destruction imminent!

Your well-priced cheese snacks

look lovely in the candlelight,

my dear.

More oil?

Yay-Ok. Aw, for funs and Ts!

I'm ordering you to stop the black hole-n-ator

from destroying the galaxy.

Wish I could help, Chimpsky.

But, uh, my extendors are tied on this one.

Am I the only one concerned with utter destruction?

Priorities, people!

Ooh! Are those cheese snacks?

I love them.

Mm, mm!

What's happened to Professor Simian, anyways?

I'll have his monkey tail on a platter.

These are delicious.

Whoooo-hooo!

ALL: Party at the hole-n-ator!

Hole-n-ator! BOTH: Party!

Hole-n-ator! BOTH: Party!

Hole-n-ator! BOTH: Party!

Hole-n-ator!

Rocket Monkeys!

Professor Simian!

Listen to me!

The Black-Hole-n-ator has gone redline!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chill, chiefski.

It's not the end of the world!

That's exactly what it is!

You're right.

End of the World party!

Oh yeah!

We're gonna blow up like popcorn!

Rocket Monkeys!

You have five minutes to fix the black hole-n-ator!

Otherwise: total kablowie!

Like that.

Chimpsky out.

It's happening again.

The fate of the Universe is down to me, Gus.

Rocket Monkey.

Hero!

So I guess you want me

to fix the thingy-thing

That'd be terrif.

I'll get Corny.

So we meet again, old friend.

Get ready to be Wallified.

Ohhh!

Oh!

Corn-diggedy dog!

Ow!

Okay, old pal,

time to snap out of it.

I saw this in a movie once

and I think it's gonna work.

I saw that movie too.

May I?

Oh, I loved that movie.

Mind if I cut in?

Stop it!

I'm back to normal!

Sheesh!

GUS: Three minutes till kablammo!

You can fix it, Corny!

Do it for all Monkey-kind!

Do it for Gamma Gamma Banana!

How about I just do it

because I'm the only one in the universe who can?

Oooh, your friend's kinda full of himself.

This calls for my emergency lab coat!

Now to stop the countdown!

Let's see here.

Ooh, not that one.

Uh, this isn't working, either.

Oh my!

What is wrong?

What's happening?!

The countdown won't stop!

ALARM SYSTEM: Two,

one.

Have a nice doomsday.

Gamma Gamma Banana secret handshake.

BOTH: Yay!

No thanks to you, Professor Simian,

the universe is safe,

but your Black hole-n-ator is a complete bust!

You're fired, mister!

But I don't understand!

My machine was perfect!

How did this happen?!

Monkey fur?

It's all in the monkey butt.

Ohhh!

Didn't I tell ya?

You're right, Wal.

This is pretty sweet.

Well, we should be going.

It was great seeing ya, Corny ol' chum!

See ya, Carly!

I mean Chris.

I mean Kevin.

I mean Cloris.

I mean Chlorine.

I mean Clarissa.

Cladork? That's not a name.

Cladrick. Let's go.

Clendy. Clenderson. Come on now. Come on now.

Clendo!

It's Clendo. Okay, Clendo.

My life's work... destroyed.

My career... over!

From this moment on,

I shall be known

as Professor Corn-evil!

I will have my monkey-revenge!

YAY-OK: Hey! Do you mind?!

This is a private ceremony!

Ow!

*

Finally, the big day is here!

One year of abuse

leads up to this enjoyable day!

Initiate the drum-roll mode.

It's Robot Appreciation Day!

YAY-OK: Monkey Reminder:

Today is Robot Appreciation Day.

Also, in the future,

please remember to flush.

Those logs will not get to the lumberyard

on their own.

It's Yay-Ok's big day!

How are we gonna top last year's gifts?!

Hmmm.

A box!

I am so filled with anticipation.

Are you going to finish that?

Ooh, this one looks impressive.

Dirty laundry.

Your favourite!

Are you going to finish that?

Oh, I bet this one!

You, uh, gave me an empty box?

Wooo!

And where did you get that cool racing car?

From the box, silly.

Why do I ask?

Not that it matters.

The one thing I truly want

does not come from a store.

A robo-family.

Yes, that is the good stuff!

Are you going to finish that?

Crazy idea, bro.

What if this year

we get Yay-Ok something he actually wants?

Silly goop?

Nope.

Enormous turtle?

Nope.

Four smaller turtles? Nope.

Twenty-eight really small turtles?!

No!

A robo family!

Fine.

More turtles for me.

Aah!

Oh, boy.

Another surprise box of emptiness.

I hope there's nothing breakable inside.

BOTH: Happy Robot Appreciation Day!

And you are supposed to be what?

Your robo-family!

Clean your room!

Stop making that face.

it'll stay that way!

No, you may not borrow the particle accelerator!

What is this magazine I found under your bed?

Don't pick your bolts.

They'll get crusty.

Oh, ha-ha.

You monkeys are hilarious with your mockery.

So funny, I'm going to laugh somewhere else.

Don't you want to open the rest of your gift?

You can keep it!

This has been the worst Robot Appreciations Day ever!

But it's the good stuff!

YAY-OK:

Well, that says it all.

Look at them.

So, so happy.

Oh, what it would be like to have a real family.

ROBO HOBO:

Rough day?

Ha. Thanks a lot, Robo Hobo.

Looks like it's, uh, just you and me, huh?

Couple of lonely losers.

What are you talking about?

My family is the only thing that keeps me going.

Wow!

The miracle of artificial life.

So delicate.

So much potential.

So boring.

You take him.

I've always wanted a baby brobot.

They're so much fun.

* Shave and a poop toss

* Two nits

Let me try that.

* Shave and a poop toss

* Two nits

Aah.

That kid's got real talent.

Daddy Yay-Ok has your dinner!

So tell me, how was school today?

How was the flying?

Hey, come back!

I made your favourite dessert!

Waaaaaaaa!

I think he's hungry!

Baby Yay want numnums?

Do you want numnums? Do you want numnums?

Ham?

Cheese wheel?

Mutton?

So what do you want to eat?

Aaah!

Nipple area!

I need that!

Not sure what for though, but-- Owwww!

Perhaps I was a little too hard

on the monkeys.

After all,

they are the closest thing I have to family.

COP: All right,

move it along, creep.

I think Baby Yay needs burpies!

YAY-OK: Monkeys, I'm back!

Ahh.

You know what?

It's, it's actually good to be home.

Aaah!

BOTH: Happy Robot Appreciation Day!

Do my robot sensors deceive me?

It is a bambino-bot!

I think he likes you!

BABY YAY: Waaaaaaaaah!

* Go to sleep

* Let me sleep

* Be boop bop beep boo bop

Three days with no recharge.

So, so tired.

I mean happy.

Wait!

No more crying.

Could it be?

My parenting skills have worked!

My bambino-bot is gone!

Yoohoo!

Bambino-bot!

Where are you?

Come, come to daddybot!

Are you in here?

Daddybot is getting a little panicky

if we're playing a little game!

Officer, he is about so big,

shoots fire, burps oil.

They say he looks like me.

Extremely leaky.

Where is my bambino!

How could I have lost him?!

Lost him, lost him, lost him...

Rocket Monkeys,

there you are!

Uh, have you seen my bambino

I think he's gone!

Relax.

It's feeding time!

Ah, Baby Yay!

You had daddybot so worried.

How about a big hug for your daddybot?

How did you get Baby Yay

to stop with the waa

I don't know.

He just likes us.

Ow! Super-teethy!

GUS:

Watch this.

* Shave and a poop toss

* Two nits

Go on.

Go play with your Dada.

Oww!

Your daddy's funny, isn't he?

So painfully cute, that one.

Looks to me like Baby Yay thinks we're his mom and dad.

What can I say?

He likes us more.

That's because monkeys are adorable.

YAY-OK: Ah, oh!

It's true.

Aah, aah!

I am a terrible daddybot!

Oy!

What an embarrassment I am!

To be out-parented by you two furbags!

Oy!

I must retrieve my archival memory banks

and find out what it takes to be a good daddy bot.

DADDYBOT: Listen son.

I always wanted to be there for you.

And yet, I'm a doombot,

so what can I say?

I blow stuff up.

It's a living.

Pull my finger!

Yes Daddybot,

you have always been there for me.

And there.

And there.

And a little of you over there as well.

Well, that was a waste of a flashback.

I must be my own Daddybot.

Come on, chucker, chucker, chucker, chucker, chucker!

Come on, chucker!

(Babbling variations of "chucker")

Look at me, Bambino-bot!

I am a daddybot Clown.

It's hilarious! Huh?

Boy, have I got something for you.

A twist here,

little bit of a stretch there,

tada!

Your very own balloon poodle-bot!

Hehe, look at that.

Must have been a defective balloon.

Not to worry!

Cute little giraffe?

Particle accelerator?

Maybe some balloon toast?

Worst. Clown. Ever.

Okay, so you don't like the crazy, whacky balloons.

Okay.

Here's something my daddybot taught me:

Go ahead!

Pull my finger!

He's dying out there.

We gotta help him.

Aaaah!

Oh my bolts!

He likes it!

Quick, monkeys,

help me out with more robo-mishaps!

BOTH: If you insist.

Ohh!

I think I split my bolts.

Woo!

Yeehaw, little doggie!

Ahhhh!!!

Oy!

Oy!

Aw!

Aah, aah, aah, oy!

That is it.

I cannot take it anymore!

I am such a bad father-bot!

Dada!

He said it!

He said Dada!

Such a robo-miracle!

Such joy!

Ow!

Such painful joy!

Ow!

Thank you rocket monkeys!

Oy!

You can stop with the whacking now!

Look at those two.

So happy.

So moving!

Wow! Okay.

That's it, sonbot!

That's quite an arm you've got.

Ow!

Ah.

Okay,

Daddybot needs a break.

And uh, some little bit of medical attention.

I am curious, gentlemens.

You are silly monkeys.

How did you build such a terrific bambino

Easy.

We used the same plans as your dadbot.

You are aware that my daddybot is a doombot

and that would mean that bambino-bot will soon--

Dada!

Ah, that's my boy!

* They're Rocket Monkeys, they're monkeys in space *

* They try to be heroes but they're easy to replace *

* They're not the brightest and they're not the best *

* Okay, they're not the coolest *

* And they have a stinky breath *

* Oh, you Rocket Monkeys, oh, you Rocket Monkeys *

* Rocket Monkeys, oo, oo, oo *

* Give them a mission and they'll do their best *

* The best is relative, don't you forget *

* Rocketh the Monkeys