Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Because their dumb robot is forcing them to march

even though there's a Deep Space Dave marathon -

Monkeys halt!

Brobot, why are we even here?

As rocket monkeys, you are required

to complete on-going GASI training.

Today, it's about high altitude preparedness!

In this next training exercise,

you must survive in the galaxy's hottest desert

for, let's say, I don't know, ten minutes?

Maybe for you two, eight.

Let's just call it a minute even.

Nonetheless, I suggest you conserve your energy.

Piece of cake! Slice of pie!

Chunk of love! Slice of cheese.

Chunk of magic!

Monster of knives!

Bucket of wishes!

Dance of sirens!

Okay, sure, whatever!

Won't... make it!

So thirsty...

How fortuitous!

A vending machine in the middle of the desert! Yay!

"Treats and sodas - One snigget each."

Oh boy!

Red hot chili chips,

or the dry, salted pretzel snacks?

Mm! Chili chips!

Pretzels for me!

That hit the spot.

Still thirsty, though.

Do you have any more sniggets?

Gold bullion, Crown Jewels, rare stamps...

Chimps! Zero sniggets!

But I'm so thirsty!

No big monkey whoop.

I know how to get us drinks on the sly.

You know - wink-wink! - for "free".

Awesome.

But how do you pay for free soda?

We don't! We "borrow" them!

I dunno. That sounds kinda "bad".

"Bad" is only "bad"

if someone sees you being "bad".

Check this out.

So free. So quenchy!

It does look super quenchy,

but I have a feeling this doesn't feel right.

I mean yes! Yes! Gimme! Gimme!

You're still alive!

I am so proud of you monkeys!

Training for today is done.

And we totally did everything by the book.

Yesiree! No bad deeds were done.

Stole... wrong... didn't want to...

I'm really not a bad person.

I'm the good brother!

We shouldn't have taken those drinks on the sly,

but it's not my fault!

I was just thirsty!

You owe me two sniggets.

We never should have borrowed those sodas!

Yep, I hear you. Now that evil Vending Machine is after us!

Yep, oh yeah. He's probably listening to

everything we're saying right now!

And I ate a piece of chocolate earlier,

and it was probably a small microphone,

and it's inside me,

and it's listening to everything I'm saying - Wally! Focus!

Focus! Focus!

Actually, things are starting to get pretty blurry...

There is no evil vending machine!

Look around! Is it over here? No.

Or maybe it's hiding over here? Nu-huh.

How about here?

You owe me two sniggets.

Hold that thought.

Wally? Yes, Gus?

Faster! You gotta go faster!

She cannae go any faster, captain!

I'm givin' her all she's got!

Why are we driving so fast?

And speaking in a terrible Scottish accent?

A scary machine is after us.

It's on the ship and we need to get out of here fast!

I hate to say this, but if it's on the ship,

driving faster won't help.

Are you sure? Positively!

Curse you and your robo-mologicalisms!

Quick! We need two sniggets!

Sorry monkeys, a little tapped out.

All I have is a fiver.

Gimme!

Yoohoo, scary vending machine!

I've got your sniggets.

Hello! You can stop chasing us now...

You owe me two sniggets.

Why won't you fit?!

Exact change only...

Ow!

Back away from my bro.

Taking the soda was my idea -

Well, mostly my idea.

Actually, now that I think about it,

Wally said he was thirsty first.

So I guess it's his fault!

Is not! Is so!

Enough!

Since you took something of mine,

I'm going to take something of yours...

Help, Gus! Help!

So, we're cool here? Okay.

Wally! Excuse me, Wally!

Answer me if you can hear me, Wally!

Uh, Gus, have you seen Wally?

Funny story - He was taken by a crazy vending machine,

but we're cool now.

Vending machine?!

Oh no, I've had a few situations with vending machines...

Relax, robro. Like I said, we're cool.

You owe me eight sniggets.

Eight?! How did it get up to eight?

Somebody save me!

Now you owe me 11 sniggets.

11?! Wally! Stop eating!

You want to keep it down out there?

I can't hear myself snacking.

You owe me 13 sniggets!

Listen you swindler of sweetness,

give me back my brother before he bankrupts us!

Otherwise, this is gonna get physical.

You asked for it!

You want some of this? How about some of this? Huh?

You want some soft tissue injuries?

You don't have any! I'm gonna give you something -

Special delivery from Fight-Town!

Look at these anacondas!

I'll squeeze the life outta ya!

Hey, hey, c'mon cowboy, that's enough, huh?

Hold that thought. We'll be right back.

Why'd you pull me back? I had him on the ropes!

Oh no, yes, yes, very intimidating.

Maybe I should have a go at him, huh?

Give him the old one two - or the old 11 and 14!

Show him who the real robo-boss is.

I like the cut of your jib.

And the fact that you can take a punch.

Be tough, brobot! No mercy!

And while you're there,

maybe grab a choco-pot pie for the ol' Guster, huh?

Cool... Pow!

Stay loose, bot. Pow!

You are on my turf now, Vending Machine.

Hand over the monkey!

You owe me 14 sniggets.

15, 16, 17, 18, 19...

Oh, Marshmallow Monkey on a stick!

Inappropriate placement, though.

Wally, stop eating! Please!

For the love of your brother Gus,

don't eat any more!

You'll break us!

My tummy feels all rumbly. I think I'm gonna -

Give me my sniggets and the monkey can go.

This monkey's going to go either way!

And by "go", I mean -

You wouldn't dare!

Uh, I'd listen to him if I were you, I tell you.

Bums away, Wally!

Oh no!

No! Ugh..

That monkey just went poopy in my circuits...

Well, nothing a little vinegar and elbow grease won't fix.

Though the smell does stay with you forever.

It really lingers.

You'll pay for that!

Gentlemens, run for the hills!

Wally, what's this? Oh yeah!

That's my secret stash of sniggets.

What?! Why wouldn't you tell me about this?

'Cause then it wouldn't be a secret!

Time to pay!

Here you go! Paid in full!

We're sorry we borrowed your snackies.

Oh, we're way past sniggets.

I'm looking for revenge!

Is he gone?

I think so. I don't see him.

Wow! Would you look at that!

That's quite a bit of business.

It unplugged itself.

Huh.

Talk about your lucky, anti-climactic turn of events.

Well, I hope you monkeys have learned

your lesson about "borrowing".

But just in case, let me recap.

If I am a monkey and one day I am thinking

of borrowing things that aren't mine,

I should think to my-

By the Foot Fungus of Heron,

I see delicious snackies!

Hm... "One snigget each."

Ha! I'm a super villain.

I don't pay for snacks!

This should do the trick.

Ooh, two-fer! Sweet!

You owe me two sniggets!

Bro, you got something on your shirt.

Where? No, still there.

Here? Still there.

Here?

My turn!

Hey Gus, you got something on your shirt.

I do? Where? You missed it.

Where, here? Nope, still there.

Here?

Top secret priority message!

Rocket Monkeys, this is super serious.

GASI is under an elevated security alert.

An extremely dangerous criminal

by the name of has just escaped from "bleep!".

He was last seen in the "bleep! quadrant of "bleep!".

But don't let his name fool you, he is mega "bleeep!".

Oh, and you have something on your shirts.

Where?

I never get tired of that!

That's awesome. Chimpsky out.

Has the Doc always been so bleep-y?

No, rocket monkeys,

the doctor was speaking in GASI top-secret code.

In order to hear it,

you need to get upgraded security passes,

which means new pictures.

I love new picture day!

I hate new picture day.

Oh, that's it! Work it baby.

Give me the kitty cat.

Meow, meow, I love it.

You like it? Do you like it when I do that?

I'm gonna do it more.

Now the angry kitty. That's it!

Someone's petted you the wrong way.

Happy kitty! Play with the ball of wool.

Okay, that's very creative.

I love what you're doing with the wool.

Okay, it's a bowl of milk.

But you're not hungry. Kitty no hungry!

Nailed it! Great shots, Wally.

These are gold, I tell you!

Okay, Gus. You're on.

Time to be, um,

you know, mediocre, disappointing,

sub-standard, mister average!

Come on!

Just get it over with.

No, too stiff. Try to be less awful.

If you weren't hideous, what would you do?

Think Wally good-looking!

I like it.

You can really see how yellow your teeth are.

You still haven't upgraded those passes!

Speed it up! There's an escaped criminal!

Remember?

Is it so wrong that I want one decent picture?

Just one that's better than Wally's?!

Yeah, good luck with that one.

Wally is golden!

Could you sign this for me?

Oh wow, that's good. Chimpsky out.

You'll never get a good picture like me if you're all tensed up!

That's it! Channel that energy...

I know - We'll take a picture when you're relaxed,

not even thinking about it.

I hate pictures...

hate pictures!

Horrible pictures...

So peaceful, so relaxed...

You do know GASI photo regulations require open eyes?

Oh, my eyes! My sweet eyes!

Quick, take the picture before he wakes up.

Get back here, Wally!

I'm gonna tear you into small pieces -

Better.

Really? No, not really.

Yes, definitely worse.

It looks nothing like me!

It captures the inside Gus.

The Gus that's not afraid to look hideous.

Finally! You're cleared for your new security update.

I can now reveal the non-"bleep!"

version of the security warning:

A super dangerous villain by the name of Handsome Hank

has just escaped from GASI prison.

Don't let his name fool you - he's hard to look at.

Ugh! Most unattractive.

Can I get another picture?

You really think this picture looks like me? Let me see it again.

Gimme that.

You're making us late for lunch.

I wonder what Yay-OK made us?

Face-match accepted.

Enjoy your lunch, Wally.

Choco-Banana Fritters!

Security pass required.

Face-match denied.

But I'm missing lunch! Choco-Banana Fritters!

Do you know who I am?!

Do... you... know...

who I am?!

Do you know who I am?!

Face-match denied. Face-match denied.

I said denied!!

Face-match accepted.

Whew, I'm stuffed!

You know, if you keep doing that,

your face is gonna stay that way.

No one's going to look for Handsome Hank

in this bucket of old junk!

Security Pass required.

I, um, uh...

lost it?

Fair enough. Face-match Accepted.

Welcome aboard, Rocket Monkey Gus.

Gus - That's right, Gus. That's me!

Oh, you're one to talk, fish face!

Hey Gus, way to commit to that new face!

I could never do it, being adorable and all.

And you should rethink that outfit.

Horizontal stripes - not very slimming!

I guess we should keep our eyes open

for that escaped criminal guy.

Ha! I'm takin' over this ship!

Boy Gus, that new voice

really matches your mugly face.

"Mugly?" You know - monkey-ugly.

It really works for you! Me, ugly?!

Ha! Tell that to my supermodel girlfriend!

Hey, watch where you're going, bro!

Me? You threw ME out of the cockpit!

I don't know what you're talking about!

Those monkeys and their high-spirited high-jinks!

Waah!

Don't let me stop you, gentlemens.

Time of your lives!

Whoa, what?

Initiate double-take sequence...

I thought you were just high-jinksing with Wally.

Boy, that ugly face of yours sure gets around.

So says the talking scrap heap!

Some people like the wear-and-tear!

It's very vintage!

Talk about Touchy-McTouchy!

Quit lollygagging, Yay-OK.

I need you to take a new picture!

But I - This, I tell you -

A little bit confused here.

Hey, Gus-bag, I wasn't finished with you yet!

Come on, open this door!

Get it out of my way! Ah! Let me in!

Security Pass required.

Oh, for bleepity bleep bleepstick bleep bleeps

up the bleeper!

Face-match accepted.

Hey look at that!

I thought I was the only handsome one on this ship.

Hello! Anyone home?

Rocket Monkeys?

Rocket Mon- Oh well.

I'm just dropping off these wanted posters.

Stay vigilant!

Chimps! You're that escaped criminal, aren't you?

The super ugly one!

Why does everyone keep saying that?

The name is Handsome Hank!

Really? Can I ask why?

'Cause, the face - It's hardly handsome.

In fact, if someone said, "Hey, show me handsome",

they'd look at that and they'd vomit.

Oh whatever, monobrow!

When do you stop shaving! When you see toenails! Come on!

Well at least I have a somewhat understandable

arrangement of facial features!

Yours is a mockery of facial understanding!

Face-match accepted.

Get him, bro!

Yeah, get him, bro. Haha.

Which is my real bro? I can't decide!

One is ugly and smelly, and the other one is

a different kind of ugly and a different kind of smelly!

There is only one sure-fire way

to tell which one is the real Gus!

Get ready to play "Bro or No Bro!"

The game is simple.

By answering some skill-testing questions,

we will determine who is the Bro and who is the No.

Buzz when you know the answer:

GASI torpedoes are propelled using what energy system?

No idea. No idea.

What is the emergency protocol for clearing an asteroid belt?

No idea.

Explain quasar propulsion.

At a loss. I don't have a clue.

How do you turn on the toaster?

I'm stumped. No idea.

What is the process of breathing?

If you shut your eyes, what do you see?

Uh... Completely drawing a blank.

No idea. Still don't know.

Okay, seriously, what is my name?

Stop this madness!

I know who my real brother is!

Thanks, Wal. I knew you'd figure it out!

No-bro!

I knew it was you all along, bro!

I, uh, sure!

Yoohoo!

Hank, let's blow this joint.

Bombshell Betty! I knew you'd find me!

Ugh...

This is so wrong on so many levels.

Way to go, bro!

So long, suckas!

So long, bro! Don't stay out too late!

I worry.

They grow up so fast... and so ugly.

Turn to the right! Now turn to the left!

Ugh. I hate getting my picture taken!

Actually, it's not so bad.

Really? No, it's terrible.

So [bleep]ing annoying...

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Monkeys comin' through! - Clear it up!

Very important monkeys comin' through!

Woo-hoo!

Operation Baby Planet Boo Boo Fix

is done and dunzo!

Thanks to us, the galaxy is once again boo-boo free.

Boo-boo free?

I, uh, don't think so, gentlemens.

Terrible, monkeys. That is just terri-

Congratulations, monkeys!

Top notch. Job well done!

So, how are my two favorite little monkeys, huh?

Uhhh...

Are you talkin' about us?

Good one, Wally! So witty.

You slay me every time!

And you said we were terrible.

Only in terms of, uh, skill, and intelligence,

accountability, professionalism...

Speaking of favorites,

did I mention that my nephew is staying with me?

Hello, Rocket Monkeys!

Rimsky's your biggest fan.

You're Rimsky's heroes!

Gotta say, that kid's got taste. Go on...

Rimsky even wrote you some fan fiction.

Want to hear it?

Please say you do.

Very important that you say you do.

Almost, uh, overdoing it excessively would work.

Of course we do! We double do!

Outer space -

3-0-7- dash- bing-bong, flash!

The Rocket Monkeys find themselves protecting

Princess Richanga from the star system Blorg

against the wicked Cocka-Roacha!

Suddenly - double flash -

the Princess is turned bad

by an evil stinger and grabs the steering wheel.

"I am going to crash this ship!"

"No you're not!" "Yes I am!"

"You can't stop me!" Crash!

Crashies!

The end.

You call that fan fiction?

I call it Fan-fiction-tastic!

Nailed us!

Hey, I have a spontaneous idea...

Uh, Rimsky, why don't you

spend time with your heroes?

Hmm? Wouldn't that be fun?

Rimsky likey...

Excellent, yeah.

After all, what Rimsky wants, Rimsky gets!

Seriously. Do not say no to him.

Good luck. Chimpsky out.

And this is the engine room.

I don't want to get too technical,

but it's this baby that makes the ship go

Except, of course, it is a toilet.

And this is the centrifugal chamber,

where we train for our missions.

Again, that, uh, that is the toilet.

Rimsky is so impressed.

"Rocket Monkeys truly rule!"

If by "rule" you mean get things totally wrong,

then yes, oh yes, the gentlemens rule.

And this is the blue blinky button.

It operates the windshield wipers.

What?! The blue blinky button launches the torpedoes!

There's a big difference between

boom-boom and squeak-squeak.

Are you suggesting that

Rocket Monkey Gus is WRONG?

Rimsky doesn't like that suggestion...

Go on... Press the button! Gladly.

Sometimes they take a little while to warm up.

Psst! Rocket monkeys!

Over here, gentlemens! Aah!

Sh! He's going to hear us.

Why did you grab us?! Why are you hiding?!

That, uh, that Rimsky kid,

he's a creepy little guy. I don't care for him.

I don't see it. He seems pretty cool to me.

My 'Up to No Good' Indicators are going blazooey!

Rimsky is big, glow-eyed trouble...

Ah!

Whoa, and by "trouble", don't I mean "lovable"?

Oh, look at this little guy!

Who wants a cookie? Little Rimsky want a cook-

Chill out, brobot. You're overreacting.

And I'll have that cookie.

Thank you.

Rimsky wants to see how fast the ship can go!

Such a high spirited youth.

A chimp off the ol' blocksky!

Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!

Whatever Rimsky wants... Rimsky gets.

Faster it is!

Let's rip it up!

Rocket Monkeys!

We are seriously going to explode

if you do not slow down!

Your robot is boring Rimsky.

Oof!

Now faster! Again!

Enough! No more with the again-again!

Did you just say no to Rimsky?!

No, I didn't say "No"...

I said NO!!

You little red-eyed monster!

No one says no to Rimsky!

Oh... my... bolts!

Did somebody leave a window open?

Yeah, I'm feeling a bit of a breeze in here.

Maybe someone's flapping their arms really furiously.

Maybe owls - small owls.

Yoo-hoo! Rocket Monkeys!

Rimsky wants to play...

Remind me again, why are we hiding?

Because that Rimsky kid is terrifying.

Rocket monkeys, how is it going with my -

Oh, nevermind. You're hiding in the closet.

Enough said.

Your nephew... he is a monster!

But when he gets upset, and his hair -

in the wind... it's awesome!

Yeah, he gets that from his mother -

the monster part, I mean, not the hair.

The important thing to remember

is to never say no to him, no matter what.

I found you...

What do you want to do now, space heroes?

I dunno. Your call.

How about... dessert?

Woo hoo!

Desserty time! I like that!

It's Rimsky's special dessert:

Ice cream, chocolate sauce,

whipped cream...

in a boot!

Now eat your sundae!

Not really into eating boot.

I'm gonna have to go with a no on this one.

Did you just say no...

to Rimsky!?

What happens if we did say no?

I'd go...

No sign of that red-eyed demon child -

What the bolts?!

Yum! Mmm, good!

This is good boot.

That was the best boot I've ever had!

I get it - The kid's a little destructive.

But hey, who hasn't crashed a few ships

or force-fed someone a boot?

I still kinda like him.

Rocket Monkey Gus...

It's cold,

so Rimsky's burning your trophy collection for warmth.

You don't mind... DO YOU?

My trophies! No!

I mean, why would I be upset about losing

my most prized possessions?

Rocket Monkey Wally...

You're all out of toilet paper,

so Rimsky is using this stuffed unicorn instead!

Please help me, Wally!

KEVIN!!

Rimsky's going down!

No, Rocket Monkey Wally!

It is too dangerous for you.

I will make the sacrifice

and tell that brat "no".

And don't even, uh...

think about trying to stop me.

Wouldn't dream of it. He's all yours!

Works for me!

Help, please... Assistance!

Rimsky really needs a time out.

We're going to need a devilishly clever plan.

Woo, this kid's got some talent!

That's it!

Welcome to a new play written by an exciting

and borderline-cuckoo pants new talent.

The play is called

"Rocket Monkeys: Space Heroes."

Move, squid! That's where Rimsky sits!

3-0-7-dash-bing-bong-flash!

Our mission is to distract you!

I mean, protect Princess Richanga

of the star system Blorg.

Wait a Rimsky-minute -

Rimsky wrote this story!

No wonder it's so awesome!

'Tis I, the Princess of Blorg.

Please, Rocket Monkeys,

you must protect me!

Now I am the wicked Cocka-roacha.

Be afraid, Princess!

Take my stinger! Take it-!

Come on, take a the stinger! Ahhh!

You have stingered me,

bad guy Cocka-roacha.

You know what?

I'm feeling kind of light-headed.

Double flash!

The Princess has just turned super-evil!

Now I am going to crash this ship.

I'm a evil princess -

and a bad driver!

Oh no, we're going to crash!

We're done for!

What?! That crash was so lame.

You didn't wreck the ship!

You wrecked my vision!

Well, we could crash this ship for reals...

Rimsky loves it!

Crash it, baby! Crash it faster!

Well, should be a blue ribbon rutabega crop this year.

Look at those sprouts.

Later, Rimsky!

You're not creepy at all!

Rimsky, did you, uh, have a good time?

Oh my.

Woohoo!

Give me four points, sucker!

No way!

Are you monkey crazy?! Two points at best.

What?!

I would take a minimum of three and a maximum of 600!

You will not get any points,

because you are going to be pointless, as usual.

Rocket Monkeys...

What's with all the crashing, and the banging,

and the bashing and bickering?

Just a harmless game of galactic darts.

Yeah, it's our league night.

Five points!

My turn. B-b-b-bullseye!

Woo hoo!

That planet had some pop to it!

That wasn't even a planet. No points!

For shame, Rocket Monkeys.

You destroyed an innocent spaceship!

That is a four point deduction.

Rocket Monkeys, alert!

The Kingdom of Balloonsky is outraged.

The Kingdom of Who-sky?

Did you say balloon?

I said Balloonsky.

You just destroyed the ship

transporting all the little tiny Balloonskys.

B-b-balloonskys?!

So much popage! Come to papa!

I'm going to pop you! I'm going to pop you!

I am going to pop you!

P-p-p-pop!

Because of your... let's just call it an "accident",

you are now in charge of returning the balloonskys

to their home-planet,

also known as Balloonsky.

Man, those aliens have a serious lack of imagination

when it comes to names.

We'll pass. No, no!

We'll do it! We'll do it! We'll do it!

Welcome, little poppers - I mean, Baloonskys.

Come on in! Hey, come in.

Float in here. Come in here.

My doom-and-gloom sensors indicate that

this will not end well for these little creatures.

Relax brobot - It's just a few balloonskys!

What could go wrong?

Inflatable weirdies...

This ship is getting way too Balloonsky.

Hey, Balloonskys! Down in front!

What's with you?

Shh! I'm in disguise.

Perhaps Rocket Monkey Wally should not be

looking after the balloonskys. Why's that?

You know...

Wally's "popping issues".

"Popping issues"?!

What's with the clinical mumbo-jumbo?

Can't we just cut to the - Monkey Flashback!

Stop it! I'm not a balloon!

What do you know... I am.

Still not seeing the point.

Are you talking about my popping issues?

Relax!

Popping is sooo not my thing any more.

Hey bro, I totally believe you.

But you know the drill. Assume the position.

That's for my bulletin board.

That's to keep my head warm.

That's my companion cactus.

Mr. Pokey! You came home!

You see? Wally's completely over it.

Now to get back to some sweet Gus-time...

Pop!

And... don't do what I just did.

Or sit on a couch that may be balloon-filled.

You're right, Gus.

The Balloonskys must be protected, never popped.

I wouldn't pop one -

not even a teensy weensy little one...

Not even a teensy weensy little...

See, what did I tell ya? No popping issues here.

Oops.

Uh, we should probably put these guys in the cargo bay...

There, that is the last of them.

You'll be happy to know that all of the balloonskys

are tucked in safe and sound in the cargo bay.

By the way, uh, where's Wally?

Oh bolts!

Wally!

Oh, hey guys.

Just, uh, popping some popcorn...

Want some?

Phew! Alright, false alarm.

You know, the temptation is there,

but, uh, I think he's kicked it.

It's a process.

King Balloonsky...

your over-inflated highness,

the Rocket Monkeys have traveled far

to safely bring home your precious

and quite fragile balloonskys.

Wally!

Let's get this over with! Open the hatch!

Hold still, you perfectly poppable poppet!

Hokey-smokey!

That door must have slammed shut all on its own.

Look at that. Must be on the fritz.

I should look at the hinge mechanism

when I get, uh, back there.

King Balloonsky of planet Balloonsky

demands that you release the balloonskys!

Hey Kingsky, try mixing up the names a bit.

Talk about lack of imagination.

The Balloonskys are inside, um,

playing or napping,

whichever takes longer,

hard to say really, but, uh,

why don't I go get them, your, uh, Floatiness?

You better...

or there will be a price to pay!

I'm talking...

WAR!

Rocket Monkey Wally, how could you pop all the balloonskys?!

Not all of them - See?

Okay, that's all of them.

That's all of them!

No! Why?!

Why didn't I save some for later?!

Later on, when I feel like popping something,

I won't have any more to pop!

Bro, King Balloon Dude is threatening war

if he doesn't get his balloonskys back.

We don't want to start another war, do we?

Well, uh... I guess not.

What are we going to do now, huh, gentlemens?!

How will we get ourselves out of this pickle?!

Okay, new plan!

You Rocket Monkeys stall the King

while I repair the balloonskys.

Move it, gentlemens!

Double time! On the count of two!

One, two! Let us move it!

Sheesh! What a bossy-bot!

The balloonskys are, um, watching a movie -

but look, I found one.

His name is, uh... let's go with Heinrich.

Whoa!

You're a pretty balloon King, aren't you?

So bouncy...

and so gassy.

You're just a little -

You're just like some latex wrapped around

oxygen and carbon dioxide

and I just want to watch it all escape.

Thank you, beloved Heinrich!

But where is your sister Sybil?

Sister?

She, uh... I'll get her!

Yay-OK! We need more!

I knew it!

You have been popping balloonskys all this time!

Look at that!

Talk about getting caught with your bolts down...

This is first degree balloonicide!

Wha?! That's a ridiculous and unfounded accusation!

Yeah, what he said!

Also, you wouldn't happen to have any more

of those things, would ya?

This means...

WAR!

Okay, hold your helium,

your hot-aired monarch.

I am sure we can work this out.

Foolish monkeys!

Prepare to face my most formidable balloon warrior...

Bouncy the Indestructible!

Oh yeah...

Impossible! Summon more warriors!

Puffy the Powerful!

Float-or the Undefeatable!

Windbag the Unstoppable...

Maybe we should just stop and call it a draw, huh?

Seriously, 'cause Wally's really got his pop on right now.

I mean, this is pretty much right in his wheelhouse.

Never!

Who do we have left? Really?

What about Aeron the Ungroundable?

Oh right, he quit. And Roundor the Unsquared?

Oh, on vacation? Oh, of course!

That's it?

Stare in fright at...

Mildred, our cleaning-lady!

Mind if I take this one? Be my guest, bro.

You monkeys have destroyed

all that is good and bouncy on Balloonsky!

Not everything.

I'm warning you!

Put down that vile beast!

Fine... you asked for it!

I don't remember asking for it.

Do you, Yay-OK?

Doesn't ring a bell. I would remember, I think.

I may have asked for it... a little.

My audio sensors, gentlemen! Audio sensors!

That's right, monkeys!

I'm still the King.

Arrest those monkeys!

I hope you like forever -

Because that's how long you're going to rot in that prison!

I hope it's enough time to think of

the horrible things you've done.

Seriously?

A jail made from balloons?

Have you seen ANYTHING

that Wally has done in this episode?

Okay, Mr. Pokey, you're on!

You... you wouldn't dare!

Thanks for the good times!

Been a real bouncer. I enjoyed myself!

And... scene!

Great job, Wendel.

Really top notch acting!

Childrens, we had a lot of fun in today's episode,

but please, always be nice to your inflatable friends.

And remember,

no balloonskys were hurt in the making of this TV show.

Except for that one...

Okay, and that one.

That one too. This one...

Just that one - This one as well.

This one, too. Also this one and this one.