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Engage!

Weeeeee!

Wow! Look at me! Soda flier!

Me next! Fire!

Weeeee!

Rocket monkeys!

Cease this unauthorized fizz-fest at once!

You're supposed to be studying your spacework!

You know you have a very important mission.

The fate of the galaxy is on your hairy shoulders.

Don't sweat it, doc. Done and donezo!

Excellent.

Because there are a few more things I want you to memorize...

Hmmm...

Is that all you got? Goodness, no!

We're on top of it.

Or it's on top of us.

Study, study, study! Eat, eat, eat!

Learn, learn, learn!

Wipe, wipe, wipe.

Study, study, study... Learn, learn, learn...

Nothing like a good book fire after a long day's learnin'.

Something smells good, gentleme-

Rocket monkeys! What are you doing?!

You've incinerated all of your spacework!

Don't worry, robro.

I've got it all locked up in here.

Yeah! Both our butts are packed with

all kinds of spacey knowel-edge.

That is both gross and entirely inaccurate.

The mission alarm!

It's time to begin.

Wally! That book is on fire.

And it's upside down, as well.

No wonder no one reads anymore!

Still don't get it.

So this is our dangerous mission!

Interesting... not really.

Looks like a shiny ball.

You said ball. I did say ball.

Ha! I said it again!

Ow! That's great.

I see you found the extremely unstable Sphere of Barengy.

Yeah, it's set to

in less than an hour.

Luckily, you've done your spacework,

so you know how to build a protective orb around it

to capture its destructive energy.

Otherwise, as you know,

it will destroy half the galaxy.

The half I live in.

You did do your spacework, uh?

You did that, right?

Mmmm...

This might be a good time for the old 'duck and cover'.

Sorry. Me out.

"Construct a protective orb."

-Hmm, yes Hmmm, yes...

No idea. Yay-OK!

Coming, my yellie-nellies!

And look what I have for you -

all the bits and pieces you need for orb assembly.

Thanks robro!

Snacky-time!

No! Bad monkey!

This macaroni is a little al dente.

Drop it! Put it!

Good Wally.

That's a good boy. A good Wally.

And no, it's not snacky-time.

Uh, those are actually pieces of the protective orb,

complete with a set of backup instructions.

What are you doing?!

What? I was cold.

Tell me you read the instructions

before you destroyed them.

Pffft! No need.

I'm all over this!

My skeptical-indicators are flashing big-time,

but hey, you go for it, huh.

Wow, Gus.

You actually read the instructions?

Don't be crazy! I respect that.

Okay, Wally.

We can't give this important construction job

the neglect it deserves without the proper tools.

Hammer?! Check!

Gum? Checkity check!

Peanuts? Checkers!

Ice cubes? Ch-ch-check.

Lies?! Check's in the mail!

All set.

Break time!

Who needs instructions?

Ooo, I have a bit of a tummy ache...

Too many orb snackies.

Ha! That's just success swelling in your belly.

You did it!

Nice sphere, gentlemens.

Now the galaxy is no longer in danger.

Time to go. Where's the exit?

Monkeys! If we don't get out of here,

everything inside of the sphere,

including our ship, and us,

will be destroyed when the quasar

in less than an hour!

That kinda looks like a windowy-door thing.

There is no doorknob!

We're all going to die!

All right, enough with the "dum-dum-dums"!

Let's just agree the end of the entire galaxy is near.

Half the galaxy!

You always exaggerate!

Why won't you open?! Darn it, door!

Why won't you open?!

Yipes! Ooo! That's hot laser!

How come Yay-OK gets all the laser-blasty fun?

Stop it! This is seriously bad!

As in, unless we escape this orb,

we will be destroyed.

Gone! Finito la musica!

I... Uh...

I don't...

I'm... I - What?

Let me take over.

Break it down for us, talking machine.

Let me put it another way.

Unless we get out,

we're talking no dessert tonight...

or ever!

What?! What in the...

What-what?!

Your turn.

Listen up, monkeys.

It is hopeless. We're goners!

We only have 47 minutes left.

Check that - 46.

Now's the time to say all the things

you wanted to say, but never could.

Uh...

For example,

is there anything you'd like to say to me,

your life-long devoted robot?

A gentleman throughout his whole career?

Uh...

Mind thoughts...

What is happening?

Okay. Enough thinking.

Maybe something more constructive.

Snacky time!

Hey, no, Vendella. Hey, ya, no yay-oksikins here.

I know it's been a long time.

Remember the time I said I'd marry you?

Can't - I'm encased in a protective orb

and am about to blow up, so... off on that marriage thing.

Hi, Robina? Yeah, no, I'm good.

It cleared up, so yeah,

no problems on that front, yeah...

Oh...

Still not feeling good in the ol' tummy department, bro.

The only cure for a stomach ache

is to beat it unconscious with more food.

Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without you!

Goodbye, dear cabinet!

I think I'll miss you most of all!

See ya lampy.

Keep yer shade up, buddy.

See ya, toilet. We had some good poops!

Nice to know ya, knick-knack thing.

See ya, oven. We had some good poops!

Bye, side table.

This thing is taking forever.

Yeah. I don't have all day!

You know, I've, uh,

never eaten one of these before.

They're actually not bad.

Oh, by the way, we're out of bananas.

Bolts!

I thought for sure your baby-like screams

would shatter the orb.

So much for easy endings.

This tummy ache is taking all the fun out of being destroyed!

Uh, let me take a look.

Ugh! Oh my stars!

That is disgusting!

What - Is that moving?

I'm not going to ask.

Wait, wait a second! Could that be -

It is! The doorknob!

Hurry! We have no time to lose!

Are you sure this is going to work?

I've never been less sure of anything in my life!

Beans away!

Ready!

Nice shootin', Wal!

Yay!

And you were worried half the galaxy was going to blow up!

I... I...

I blame the manufacturer!

I blame the invisible mole people!

I blame someone for hitting me with a brick as a child.

I blame beards! Where's your chin, idiot!?

Well, it's over...

the galaxy is gone!

No stars, no moon,

no nothing!

Except for this echo.

Hello!

That's pretty cool, though.

I mean, that's a - That's one positive.

This is a reminder to always do your spacework,

otherwise a galaxy may explode.

Fortunately, this was just a re-creation.

No, no, it really happened.

The galaxy is gone.

It's emptiness...

It's nothingness!

What a drama-bot!

Yeah, quit exaggerating!

It's only half the galaxy.

Perhaps you are right, gentlemens.

For you monkeys,

50% destruction is actually an improvement.

50% is better than not!

Only half the galaxy destroyed today!

That means we are the champions!

Are they here yet!? Are they here yet!?

They're here!

Banana delivery day!

I want to see!

When is it my turn?

Bup, bup, bup!

I'm older, so I get first peaks.

Ah, come on, Gus! Let me look!

I'm older, so I get the first banana.

Sorry Wally, I don't make the rules -

except for that last one.

Argh! Blech! It's green!

What about this one? Forest green.

This one? Olive green.

This one? Evergreen.

This one? British racing green.

This one? Camo green.

This one? Bowling green.

Monkeys, they're all green!

They're obviously not that ripe.

What do you know about bananas?!

Oh! You're right.

I'm just a silly little robot with no idea

of how to solve your ridiculous dilemma...

except for this!

Oops, not that...

Voila! The robo-ripener.

It ripens anything just like zingo.

Say, could I borrow that robo-ripener for a tickety-boo?

I want to borrow it too!

Uh uh uh! Age before stinky...

Not that I don't have both.

No fairsies!

Just remember, it's not a toy!

There's consequences...

Another robo breath wasted.

I'm older, so me first.

Me second.

Me third.

Give it to me, you old geezer!

It's my turn!

You don't know how to handle it. You're such a baby!

Yes I do! I have fingers!

Hands are for handling; that's why they're called hands!

Typical baby. Always breaking stuff!

Rocket monkey Wally, are you okay?

Go away! I'm hideous!

I'm a monster!

I'm also kind of hungry.

Oh come on, Wally, it - it can't be that ba-

Let the older, more mature monkey handle this.

Ahem!

Wa wa! Wa wa!

Cry cry! Poo your pants...

Rocket monkey Wally, I'm sure you look fine.

Just come out. Open the door let me -

Get back inside!

Go back in the closet! I don't want to look!

Oh, that's just my hideous-face mask.

I wanted to cover... THIS!

Wally, your face is so... so - Mature.

With the - the moustache of a very manly monkey.

Exactly!

Wait - robro says what?

You know, I do look kinda maturey...

It's uh, sort of like a, uh,

little grizzly bear just, uh,

sleeping on my lip, protecting my dreams...

So ha! Who's the baby now?

It's you, bro!

Na na na na na na na na na na [raspberry] na!

What is happening?! W-w-wha?

Interesting fact -

Stache nits are extra ripe and juicy.

Ha!

Check out this momentously mature monobrow-stache.

Whatever.

A dumb moustache doesn't make you more mature.

According to GASI protocol,

the monkey with the moustache

is the more mature monkey,

so he gets to sit in the best chair.

This is an outrage! An outrage!

Waah! Outrage!

Actually it - Gah!

Walter, is that you?

You ol' so and so, you look positively mature.

You know, I used to sport a moustache back in the day, too.

Who's that little friend of yours?

Does he want a wowwy pop?

Wally gets wowwy pop first!

GASI protocol, right?

Good call, Walter.

No, not good call! He just has a moustache!

Fine! You think I'm a baby, I'll act like a baby.

Goo-goo-gaga!

Look at me! Goo-goo.

I'm a baby -

Is that too much baby?

That's it, young man. Off to bed with you!

But it's only 6:30!

Move it, mister!

Time to put things back where they belong...

Get off me, you mustache! You hairy freak!

Get ready for another adventure

with Deep Space Dave!

Ready!

Oh, you sure Deep Space Dave isn't too baby for you?

Oh uh, hi, boys.

I was just, uh, in the neighborhood...

Thought I'd stop by.

Poopy doopy!

M-m-m-m-m-m-m-monkevil!?

Oh, who's the monkey with the moustache?

Why, bon soir, mademoiselle ev-il.

Walter, you look so sophisticated.

So... so...

Mature?

What say you and I take my supersonic racer

that I totally didn't steal and go out on the town?

Sounds delightful!

Seriously?!

Don't wait up!

It's no fair! I'm the older brother.

I should be with Monkevil, not Wally.

He's the baby, not me!

Yes, yes, you're a very big boy.

And a bit rashy.

Enough!

So Wally's got a moustache.

No big monkey whoop!

I can be mature too.

Just in case -

Yay-OK, do me a solid and fix the robo-ripener.

Monkevil is waiting!

But first, someone needs his babba...

OK, what's first?

The slide?

-Perhaps the swings?

Or do you just want to roll around and get muddy? Your call.

Oh Walter, you and your sense of humour.

So sophisticated!

Wanna hear me burp the alphabet?

Well, I was thinking we could have some mature monkey fun,

if you know what I mean...

I can only assume you're referring to the springy pony.

Woohoo!

No, silly! I'm talking poetry!

"Once upon a spacey clearing,

while I pondered and did some stealing..."

So bored...

Can't keep eyes open...

Must stay awake!

Hey there, Monkevil, you like books, too?

Call me mature,

but I have a fondness for the printed medium.

Ah yes, there's an interesting article there...

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! I wanna colour!

My colouring book! Let me colour!

Mine! You're gonna rip them!

I have no time for non-mustachioed monkeys.

Scram! Shoo! Go away!

Me next! My turn! My turn!

My turny-turny-turn!

Oh, Walter.

This crowd is soooo immature. Let's go.

Awww, but I wanna do what he's doing!

But I wanna do what he's doing!

A capacitor twist here,

a quick shot to the formulator, and viola!

I'm 98.6% sure that this will work. Inky?

Whoops! Sorry, Inky. Wrong setting.

Okay, that still needs some work...

Shall we start with some escargot?

I'd rather eat snails...

Stupid Wally and his mustache!

I'm gonna show Monkevil

what a big baby Wally really is!

So bored...

Uh, garcon...

I would like to order the pirate poutine,

the teddy bear burger, and the fishy wishy nuggets.

I'm assuming that comes with a toy? Of course, sir.

Ooo-ooo! I want what he's having.

You can't.

He's ordering off the kiddy menu.

Your food, sir.

Ew!

That's not a thing that you should eat!

Mmmm! Superb!

I don't care how "fakey mature-y" Wally is.

He can never resist food fighhht!

You're on, bro!

Walter!

Don't even think about it!

I'm not thinking about it...

My brain is not concentrating on this event...

I am not putting any thought power towards this! Ahhh!

Food fighhhhht!

Ugh!

Now that Wally's shown he's an immature little baby,

what say you and I fi- Ew!

There you are, you crazy monkey!

I am 97.2% certain

I've fixed the robo-ripener. Gimme that!

Let's see if Monkevil can resist all this maturity.

Stupid poop-throwing...

Is it me, or is it getting all smoochy in here?

Go away, creep!

Oh, my aching back...

Cecil! Is that you?

Sure is, deary.

Poopy doopy!

That's what I'm talking about!

No! I just made a poopy doopy in my pants!

Oh, it stinks! Who am I!?

Well, I'm certain there's a lesson to be learned here...

Food fights are the besty-bestest-best! Ha ha!

That's not really a lesson, but, sure.

Let's roll with that one.

How about a little bit of this? I got you, Wally!

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Wasn't me!

Wally, listen!

I'm convinced this ship has a... ghost.

You mean my buddy Jasper?

Will you be my friend? No!

It's some kind of squeaky-squeaky

ghostly squeaker ghost.

Does it sound like this?

No...

No...

Stop squeaking! That's not it!

It's more like that!

Did you hear that?

Smelt it, too!

Ghosts sure are poopy!

Yay-OK! You should have seen it!

There was this thing, and this noise, and then...

Uh-huh... You don't say...

OK, OK, OK, calm down gentlemens!

Now what does this ghost look like?

It's gotta be at least ten feet tall!

With squeaky teeth! And stinky eyes!

And a top hat! Give him a top hat.

And long, flowing, squeaky-clean hair!

His fists are... trombones!

He has a cloak made up of his own lips!

And some, like, stacks of hands

getting smaller towards the end!

Is this your scary ghost?

The horror!

Okay, that's pretty lame,

but the bottom line is - dramatic sting...

This ship is haunted!

The terror!

Yes, yes, of course it is.

Let me conduct a high-tech spectral analysis.

Yoo-hoo, any ghosts on this ship?

Nope. Nothing.

What about that squeaking sound?

And that smell!

Oh, that, uh, that smell, yes.

Uhm, rechecking Spectral Analysis...

What do you know? Yes, um, there is a ghost.

Yes, the ship is definitely haunted.

I knew it... That means only one thing!

Seance time!

Ghostly presence...

I command you!

Gus, Gus, Gus!

Hm? Can I do back-up on this one?

Indeedeo!

Will you be my friend?

Beat it, pre-school!

I want the scary squeaky ghost!

Scary ghost...

Come forth and squeak!

The ghost is amongst us!

So is its stink!

Wait a minute...

Hey!

No...

Over here?

Warmer...

Whoa a lot warmer!

Outta the way, Yay-OK!

I'm trying to smell the -

Wait a second.

Yay-OK is the stinky ghost!

I... I am most certainly not a ghost.

Eeew! That one had some spice!

Okay, I admit it.

I am the stinky-squeaker!

Oh, my robo-shame!

So all this time that noise was robo-farts?

They are just air pockets

trapped in my roto-gears.

Relax, brobot.

Nothing wrong with letting Louie out of jail!

Yeah, so what if you let your butt cheek squeak?

There's no shame in letting your rump rattle.

Ripping a beefer... Oh!

Killing a canary... - Juicing the orange...

Smokin' the bacon...

Downstairs pants cough...

Airin' out the chocolate garage...

Enough! I get it!

It is a hilarious sound for the silly monkeys,

but not for me.

I am a dignified robo-professional.

It's terrible...

Kinda sad, if you think about it.

And by "sad", I mean hilarious!

It is no use, fake doctor Gus.

I am hopeless!

That's where you're wrong, farty-bot!

Those fake degrees I printed off the internet don't lie.

As a specialist in fartology,

I know what I'm talking about.

Now lie on the couch

and tell me how it all began...

Ow! Sorry, I was a little sleepy...

My whole life, my, uh,

squeaky, leaky problem

was a source of embarrassment for me...

This is perhaps the proudest day

of my entire -

So embarrassing!

I mean, I'm laughing, but I'm feeling bad, too!

Sure, very embarrassing.

But I need you to dig even deeper.

Fine!

It all started when I was a young bot.

My father was a doom-bot,

and always was making with the big bot

doom boom-booms...

Daddybot, I made this for you, special for you, Daddybot.

Hey, artsy!

Quit messing around with your silly doodles!

It's time to start learning the family business...

DOOOM!

Here, come here. Pull Daddybot's finger.

Hilarious!

Never gets old! Now you try it.

Be aggressive...

Come on... Find it! Find it!

Go to the light.

Come -

I'm tragically disappointed in you, my sonbot,

and I'll tell you why.

You'll never blow up planets,

not like your hero Dadbot.

I'm assuming we didn't miss anything?

After my daddybot rejected me,

I vowed never to robo-fart again.

So I held them deep inside,

in the cellar of my business,

Never to be unleashed!

What?!

Never hold it in!

That's why you're squeaking!

This amateur robot psychology book

says that you must confront your Daddy-bot

and show him that you can let doom rip

with the best of them!

Or that's what I assume it would say,

if I read it.

Maybe you are right, fake Dr. Gus.

Sometimes I think I have so much in me to give...

Just remember - Everybody farts!

Do you feel better now?

Your classy fart song

has inspired me to confront my Daddybot.

Uh, we still have a lot of work to do...

Good butt blasting starts with good nutrition.

Wally, bean him up!

Tighten... Let it go!

Focus! Stop focusing!

Pull it in. Let it out!

Can't bake butt biscuits without gas!

It's all about control.

Let a little out.

Just a little more...

Okay, enough training.

Let's make some wind.

DOOOOOOM!

It's time to show your dad what a big stinker you are!

Hello Daddybot.

Mind if I cut one in?

Sonbot.

I thought that was you I smelt.

It's very weak.

Very, uh, insignificant.

You don't even have your own scent!

Just you watch, daddybot!

Oh, I'm so scared, Yay-OK!

Quiet. Give me some quiet here. I have to concentrate.

That's the problem.

You're not listening.

It should come naturally. It's a gift!

C'mon! I haven't got all day.

Okay, don't rush me, Daddybot.

Just as I thought, huh.

Same sad, disappointing Yay-OK.

Hey, you can't talk to Yay-OK like that!

That's our job!

Yeah, he's your son,

and you're the reason he's holding back his butt burps,

you big robo-meanie!

How dare you speak to me like that!

DOOOOM!

Oh! He's good.

Yeah!

I can't feel my face.

Not my monkeys!

Hey, Daddybot,

why don't you pull my finger?!

Sure, sure.

Sure, Yay-OK, one last time.

Give it your best shot.

I did it!

I did it!

What do you think now, Daddybot?!

Huh?

How you like me now!

Daddybot?

Where are you?

Sonbot!

Argh!

So many things going on there...

That is horrible!

Horrible!

So many different smells...

I am so proud of you!

And so disgusted!

We knew you had it in you, robro...

I love the smell of robo gas in the morning...

It smells like victory!

With a side order of rotten eggs

And for my favorite monkeys,

two bruised canoes on a shingle.

Hey Wall, have you noticed a distinct lack of flair

in our food lately?

Where's the commitment?

Where's the love?

Blech!

Where's the taste?

Ok, so maybe I've been a little off my game.

You try keeping things fresh

when you only have one ingredient to work with.

Believe me, monkeys,

if there were a more exciting way to prepare bananas,

I would be the first to do it - Oof!

We interrupt your disappointing dinner

with this important message -

Are you tired of the same old meal, night after night?

Yes! Yes, we are!

Thank you, Walter Mouthface!

That is exactly what was just happening to us right now! Yes!

Then Chez Cornelius is the restaurant for you.

Oh my goodness! You nailed it! Yes!

And just wait 'til you try the house specialty,

The Banana Royale!

We are so going there!

C'mon! You kidding me?

In my sleep mode I could make that.

"Oh! Everybodys look at me,

I'm what they call in the business a banana royale!"

Ach!

Set course for Chez Cornelius!

We're here at the hottest new restaurant in the Galaxy,

Chez Cornelius, talking to Cornelius J. Simian himself.

Is it true that you used to be

a bigshot GASI scientist until you were fired?

What happened? I'd rather not talk about it.

I respect your privacy. Roll the clip!

What does this do? Oh my -

Is this breakable? Get away from there!

Flammable? That's a funny word!

Woohoo!

Is this supposed to burn me? 'Cause it's burning me.

Walter! Oh goodness me!

Okay, does anybody mind if I peed in this?

No! Not the control panel!

My instruments!

Professor Simian, your life's work is a disgrace.

You're fired!

But... but...

ROCKET MONKEEEEEEYS!

Ahem.

The point is it wasn't meant to be.

So instead, I became a Superstar Restaurateur.

Back on top!

Nothing can stop me!

Oh yeah! No way!

You can't bring me down!

Ahem.

I mean, don't forget to try the banana royale!

Hey! That's Corny!

Chez Cornelius is Chez Corny!

Never heard of him.

Corny! You remember -

We went to school together - Gamma Gamma Banana?

I know what a banana is...

Fun guy, can't handle his bananas.

Has a few and goes

He loves us! And you know what that means...

Free food!

Corny!

You...

Corn on the cobbler!

It's us! Gus and Wally.

We are the monkeys of gamma gamma banana!

Always together! Best friends forever!

Ooh-ooh ahh-ahh ee-ee pfft!

Good ol' multiple personality Corny.

Table for two for your best old buddies!

Let me check availability.

Hmm, looks like we might have something...

Never, never, never, ever will you ever

set foot in my restaurant ever!

Banned for life!

Now go away!

Ahem...

Good evening, sir!

Table for three.

Of course. This way, sir.

Your appliances look lovely tonight.

"Banned for life!"

Good one, Cornballer!

But seriously, table for two.

Alright, you win, old friends...

But use the VIP entrance...

Ooo! It's classier.

That's what I'm talking about!

We are very important primates.

Woohoo!

I love being important!

This doesn't look very V.I.

But I sure can smell the P.

Corny's just pranking us,

like the good ol' days at Gamma Gamma Banana.

So what do we do now?

Prank him back, naturally.

And get us some Banana Royale?

Absopooply!

When Corny finds out we're pranking him,

he'll laugh so hard, he'll lose his mind!

What is with this lighting?

Really? So harsh!

How is the bolt brisket today?

Slow-cooked to perfection,

with a creamy motor-oil reduction.

Excellent choice, sir.

Ya, no, we'll see about that.

I give it a 3 out of 10...

It's fine.

A 4... ish...

Move it!

Very important food critic coming through!

A-a-a-ahem...

And you are...?

Who am I? WHO AM I?

Who is he? WHO IS HE?

I'm... I'm... Monsieur Gooz.

And I see you've already met my lovely wife,

Madame Wal-lay...

You're THE Monsieur Gooz,

the galaxy's premier food critic?

Of course I am!

Mmmm...

Rubbed in balsa wood,

then skewered on a pickle until the food

is completely tenderized.

Monsieur Gooz, it is you!

Forgive me!

86 that robot NOW!

And this cutlery, I give it... what, a 3 out of 10?

For table service, I'm giving you a one!

You hear me?! A one!

We've prepared something very special

for our most esteemed guests...

As long as it starts with Banana...

And ends with royale!

Oh! You are so witty!

Wait...

Who are those impostors?

Just one moment, monsieur...

Hello, Mr. Simian.

It is I, Monsieur Gooz

and of course, my lovely wife,

Madame Wall-LAY.

We have heard so much about your exciting cuisine.

Nice try, Gus and Wally,

but the real Monsieur Gooz is already here!

I assure you, I do not know what this Gussain Walle is.

I am a well-respected critic!

Sure you are... Criticize THIS!

Don't ask for an oil refill.

I've been waiting for half an hour!

My apologies for that unfortunate interruption.

Perhaps this will make up for the transgression...

To start, we take slow-roasted bananas

and infuse them... All done!

Hmm... what's the word I'm looking for?

Not enough? Stingy?

Puny? Barely there?

Put more in front of me now?

I cannot be expected to form an opinion

from such a minuscule amount!

Bring us more!

Right away, sir...

Gus, this prank is delicious!

I know! Corny's gonna bust a gut!

This one should be more to your liking.

This is terrible!

What?!

Disgusting!

But I'll give you another chance.

Bring us two more!

Deepest apologies.

I will prepare the banana royales myself!

Man, Barny's really freaking out!

I know! Hilarious!

Right then, I made every bite of this one personally.

There is a fly in my banana royale!

Bzzz! Oh my!

But - wha- how?

P-p-p-ranked!

G-g-g-g-gus!

W-w-w-w-wally!

Relax, Corny. Have a royale on us-!

No! I can't!

No!

Too... many... bananas!

Whoa, yeah!

Here we go!

Woohoo!

Once a mad scientist,

always a mad scientist!

ATTACK!

A pinch of this - BAM!

A dash of that - BAM!

You know, he does sound kinda "mad".

Are you kidding me?

He just wants a FOOD FIGHT!

Oh... I love food fights!

ATTACK!

Good ol' Corny,

always gives as good as he gets!

You know what's better than a food fight?

Hmmm...

A food eat?

You read my monkey mind!

I have a little bone to pick with the management here!

Ugh!

Oh, so it's a food fight that you desire?

Here's a Yay-OK home recipe -

Two bruised canoes on a shingle!

Still outraged!

Mm! Refreshingly simple.

You can really taste the slop.

You have a bright future, robot!

It's just a couple of things I put together,

but thank you, that's very nice!

I'm quite under-appreciated here.

You are finished, Cornball!

After my review,

you will never work a day in this galaxy again!

See ya later, Corny! It's been fun!

Argh!

MONKEYYYYYS!

Next time it's at our place.

This place is a dump. Toodles!

You've ruined me for the last time, Gus and Wally!

I will have my monkey revenge!

Clean this mess up at once!

Ow! Not my glasses!

Oh, I need those! I can't see a thing!

I didn't see that coming!

Ow! Oh, have you no soul?!