Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Ack!

C'mon, Churgleblock! All I want is one teeny nibble.

Churgle!

Allow me.

I'm hungwy!

Aw, look at you!

Such a little cute ball of cuteness you are!

It's all yours.

Here you go, Gus.

How did you - do with the - How?

What can I say?

Some people are blessed with the power of cute.

And other people, like you,

are blessed with the guglies...

Oh ho ho!

If I weren't so hungry, I'd -

Thief! That's my free food!

Attack!

I'm coming for ya!

I'm too fast for ya, monkey!

You'll never catch me! Yeah? When I get ya...

Good one.

After you... Why, thank you!

Wally, I could use some help here!

Gimme a sec. Can't rush perfection!

Wittle Wally wuvs his whistle.

Wittle Wally wuvs his whistle.

Cwiminal...

You're under awwest!

Aww! That is so adorable!

I just want to take you home

and make cute little costumes for you

and put you in a pageant.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Take him away, boys!

Nice work, Norm.

Pwease, pwease, hold your appwause.

Wittle Wally wuvs his money.

Wittle Wally wuvs his money.

Don't let it go to your head, Wally.

You just got lucky.

No sense beating yourself up about it, bro.

Not everyone can be this adorable.

Oh yeah?

Well, I can puddle my eyes up with the best of them!

Ow!

See, you're not the only cute one on the ship!

I'm irresistible!

Hey, brat!

Check out Count Cutsie.

Ah!

Shoo! Get away!

And take your soggy eyeballs with you!

OK, that wasn't how I remembered it.

Rocket Monkeys, emergency!

A greasy anarchist is

tagging GASI headquarters!

Stop it. Stop it! I do not look like that.

I have a distinct jaw line - or two...

Okay, here's where I conquer bad art

using my incredible cuteness!

Oh my.

Yoohoo, Mr. Anarchist Guy!

Pwease stop your poopy artwork.

Adorable Wally to the rescue!

Ahem...

Dwop the spway bomb, cwiminal!

You're under awwest!

Wow, has anyone ever told you you're the most

adorable-looking GASI agent ever?

All the time. It's a curse.

Not you! Him!

Excuse me, Mr. Greasy anarchist, sir,

can you knock yourself unconscious,

pweaseeee?

Of course I can, adorable little bunny!

Is that unconscious enough for you?

Uh, maybe just a wittle bit more?

Is that better?

I'm a berry, berry good bunny-wunny!

"Berry, berry?"

"Bunny-wunny?!"

What does that even mean?!

Oh my! Wow!

That's impressive!

Excellent work, Rocket Bunny!

Really terrific.

Good thing I called you in as a back-up.

Listen, you!

No marginally- cute bunny's

gonna make a monkey outta me -

You know what I mean.

You know, you're even less cute when you're angry.

Cuteness away!

That's my cute exit phrase.

You should get one... loser.

Hey, that's my pig!

Come back, Norm, you traitor!

I'll show that bunny who the cute one is!

Yup, go get him, tiger.

Adorable to the rescue!

Bunny Wunny! Hello!

Stupid bunny.

And shoo!

Help! Fire!

Quick, hoppy-woppy on my scooter-wootery!

"Scooter-wootery?"

You know, I think I'm gonna wait 'til someone

more adorable shows up.

Yoo-hoo! Jumpy-wumpy!

Rocket Bunny!

Let go of me!

It's okay, lady!

Give in to my cuteness!

But I don't want to cross the street!

Wally, I believe you're taking this cute thing

a little too seriously.

Back off! I'm being adorable here!

Thank you, adorable Bunny.

And you too, Norm.

How could this be happening?

My adorable career is over!

I've been out-cuted - by a bunny!

At least I'm still cute, right?

Rotten bunny thinks he's so cute!

Ha! That's what I say to him!

And... no!

Your brother is really taking this hard.

I know, sad - But kinda hilarious!

Hey, Barnabus.

I need a full, adorable make-over.

Spare no expense!

Whoa!

You really do need a make-over.

Come in! Come in!

Um, shouldn't I be asleep for this?

Relax, you're in good hands!

Remind me again, what are we doing?

Oh, right! "Cute."

I'm afraid... we lost him.

Wally!

I fell under the table.

Found him!

Behold, the new and more adorable Wally!

You look, uh,

what's the word that I'm searching my memory card for?

Yucky? Horrible?

Disgusting? Barf-worthy? Vomitous?

Gangrenous? Horrifying? Disgusting?

Have I said that yet, disgusting?

Yeah, sure, sure. Any of those will do.

I feel amazing!

I am back on top, baby!

Watch out, bunny.

Here comes Wally 2.0!

We meet again, BUNNY!

There's only room for one adorable GASI agent -

and it's gonna be me!

I challenge you to a Cute-Off!

Winner takes all.

Ha! I'm in.

Ha! Just as I suspected.

The bunny's too chicken.

...or whatever sound a chicken makes.

Uh, Wally, he actually accepted your challenge.

He did? Oh. I'm in too!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemens.

Welcome to tonight's big event!

In this corner,

we have pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Look at that - all fluffy and cute!

I just want to eat that little - Rocket Bunny!

I'm so cute, yes I am...

And in this corner, we have Rocket Monkey Wally.

That's my intro?!

Our judge tonight is the Honorable Gustav J. Monkey,

who doesn't give a flying monkey butt who wins!

It's true.

The rules -

No eyelash fluttering below the belt.

No extra nose crinkling.

In the event of a Cute Knockout, return to a neutral corner.

Agreed?

I'll take that as a yes.

First competition - cute poses.

You have 15 seconds. Go!

I'm giving the win to Wally, because that was hilarious.

Woohoo!

Who's the cutie now?

That'd be me, bunny. That would be me!

Second challenge - eyelash batting.

You have 10 seconds. Go!

The Bunny wins... I guess.

In your face!

Third and final challenge is a blind cute test.

OK, here's the deal.

This gorgonzilla must be able to sense your adorableness

without removing his blindfold... Begin!

Hello, Mr. Monster!

Hello? Look over here, Gorgonzilla!

The Gorgonzilla tossed the Rocket Bunny

one inch farther away.

So I guess that means it thinks Wally is cuter...

...or whatever. We have a winner.

I'm cuter than you!

I'm the cutest one here!

Oh, come on! You're kidding me here!

I am so much cuter than him!

Gorgie wuvs you!

Yes! I'm the most adorable one!

In your face!

Oof! Oof!

Okay, point made.

Good evening, robots and robettes!

Welcome to the GASI robot of the year pageant!

Woo!

My boy Yay-OK is going to

kick some serious robo-butt this year!

This GASI Robot of the Year pageant

just keeps getting better and better.

Except for Yay-OK.

Okay, folk-bots,

it's time for the talent portion of the show.

This is where our bots really strut their stuff -

except for Yay-OK.

My Yay-OK is one talented doombot,

just like his daddybot! Do you mind?!

I'm trying to watch my boo-boo bot.

Wow! Ho-ho!

I think we have a winner, folks!

And I'm being totally impartial here when I say -

What's that?

Still one more act? All right, fine.

You're on, Yay-OK. Try and keep it short.

Silence!

It's time for my sonbot.

Get ready to be blown away!

Robro's really dyin' out there.

We better help him out with some ol' style monkey magic.

Knock, knock! Who's there?

Yay-OK. Yay-OK who?

Who cares?!

Nailed it! In the bag!

How humiliating!

I'd hate to be that robot's father.

Those monkeys are ruining my sonbot's life!

This calls for DOOOM!

Oh hey, Daddybot.

The monkey thing was a bit of an improv,

but I... think it worked.

Look, I got fourth place!

Fourth place!?

There were only three robots competing!

And you let those ridiculous furbags

make a fool of you, Yay-OK!

Yep! He sure did.

You were a disgrace to electricity.

A robot needs to serve a purpose,

not serve idiotic monkeys!

I don't just serve monkeys, Daddybot!

I found this in my pants. Can you keep it for me?

I put this in my pocket. Can you mold it into a hat?

Can you shave my whole body, except for my lips,

so it looks like I have a mustache?

Can you shave my whole mustache,

except for my body, so I have lips?

Initiating Parental Outrage Sequence!

Disappointment in my son!

Daddybot, it is fine!

Just spend a day with us,

and I'll prove that I'm an integral part

of the Rocket Monkey team.

Okay, you get one day to prove

that you are not just a smelly

monkey laundry hamper.

One whole day? That is not a problem for me!

I'm getting tired of holding these.

You're killing me here, okay? Just give it.

Ow! The Pain!

Monkeys, I need you on your best behavior.

Please, at least for today,

let's pretend I am the boss-bot in charge -

or at least an equal member of the team.

Can you do that? Please?

More cheese snackies, please. Runnin' low.

Oh, and can you hold these again?

OK, ready to be impressed over here!

As a team, we always share the cooking duties.

Tonight, it is my monkeys' turn to cook...

We didn't have a recipe, so we just winged it!

Enjoy! Seriously?

Okay, brobot, your turn to cook!

Yeah, and make it snappy!

I don't know why they call this chili.

It's quite hot, actually.

I think you're going to like this one, Daddybot.

This is right in your wheel house.

This is the GASI shooting range.

Call me a taskmaster,

but I insist that my monkey crew

hone their sharp-shooting skills.

Finally, something I can get behind!

Okay, monkeys, fire at will!

Agh! You got me that time!

Pew! Pew!

Pow! Whip Whackity Whapers!

Ow! Good one!

Agh! Right in the bolts!

That is it!

Sonbot, you are coming with me.

Those monkeys are ruining your life!

What? No!

I would never leave my monkeys - Never!

Well, you know, I suppose if they were destroyed

in some kind of freak, unexplained accident...

Sure, you know what? But that would never happen.

Accident, you say? Heh.

For the good of my sonbot,

those terrible monkeys must be boom-boomed!

With my Daddybot so angry,

I must keep an eye out, just to be safe.

Slide looks secure.

Swings normal.

Baby rattle, blanket, teddy bears,

small child...

Okay, you're clean, honey. Move it along.

I said move it!

Okay, monkeys, the park has been cleared for safe playing.

What was that?!

My monkeys are in danger!

Did you hear that, monkeys?

What, you mean this?

Phew! Just innocent bubble gum poppings.

What's with the scaredy-bot act?

Sorry, monkeys. You are right.

Besides, my Daddybot would never hurt

my poor, defenseless monkeys.

Dooom! Cool doom blaster.

Oh my bolts!

Daddybot! I am on to you!

Hold on to your tails a moment longer, monkeys.

I'm sweeping for incendiary devices.

I'll get it!

No, gentlemens! We don't know who it is!

Oh, hello madam.

Uh, can I ask you,

are all your destruction needs being met?

Relax! It's just a door-to-door bomb salesman.

Oh, so many choices!

Nooo!

Hey, that was pretty cool!

Does this one come in plaid?

I know you're in there, furbags!

My Daddybot is so stubborn.

He's never going to stop terrifying my poor monkeys.

They live in such fear.

OK, you know, maybe not.

But if they are to be safe,

I must obey my father's wishes and...

Leave my monkeys for good!

Goodbye, my Princes of Poop,

my Kings of Caca.

Sleep, peaceful gentlemens...

...and we will meet again,

some day.

Sorry, sonbot,

but this is for your own good!

Okay, Daddybot.

You win.

Yay-OK! You came to your senses.

If it means keeping my monkeys safe,

I will stay with you

and learn your doombot ways.

DOOOM!

I've been waiting for this day!

Let's hug it up. Give your daddybot a hug.

Get in there.

Welcome to the family business -

DOOOM!

Hello, Daddybot and Sonbot: Doom to go.

You've got the gloom, we've got the doom.

What can I get you? Uh-huh.

Two devastation specials, right.

Ordering two boom-booms, havoc on the side.

Coming right up, son!

Hello, Daddybot and Sonbot: Doom to Go.

Uh-huh. Three Kerplowies specials.

Okay, yeah, sure.

Ordering kerplowie-bing-bang-boom!

Hold the witnesses!

What did I tell you, sonbot?

Business is booming!

Get it? "Booming!"

That's the business.

That's a hilarious one, daddybot.

Sonbot, look at the hilarious novelty toys I ordered!

Those are very fun.

My monkeys would love them...

My wimpy Sonbot-indicators

are sensing that you're not happy.

But I know what will cheer you up...

Kablowie!

I just...

I just miss my monkeys.

What?! Those furbags?

They are my fur bros!

You may not like them, Daddybot,

but I'll tell you something -

It is my purpose to take care of those crazy monkeys.

It is my destiny!

Well, I suppose you did deflect

my incoming attacks with great skill...

Fine, go to your monkeys!

Just please stop with the waa-waa-waaing, okay?

It's embarrassing to see a robot cry.

Really, daddybot?

You will stop trying to blow them up

in a terrifying boom of destruction?

Meh. I'll do my best.

Oh, monkeys...

Knock, knock!

Who's there?

Yay-OK. Yay-OK who?

Who cares?!

You crazy monkeys!

Come here, gentlemens!

Whoa! Little too close there, gentlemens.

Pew! That's not good.

But who cares? We're together again!

So proud.

I am so proud of you, my little Yay-OK!

Kablowie!

Destructee!

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Code red! Code red! We are under attack!

Commence evasive maneuvers.

Jump. Run. Shoot.

Hop. Blast. Duck. Goose.

Gentlemens, this is not a game. Man the bridge!

Batten the-

Rocket Monkeys, we are in the midst

of a galactic catastrophe!

We're gonna need a top-notch crew to take charge,

the best of the best!

So, monkeys...

I'm going to need you to clear out for a few days.

You know, scram, shoo, go on, go bye-bye,

get out, scoot, skedaddle.

Yay-OK, take them far, far away.

Good call, Dr. Chimpsky. Good one.

Vacation!

So where to?

Uncle Scrapey's exfoliation chamber?

Banana Llama Land?

Crimbie Crimm's House Of Light Bulbs?

Fandar's World Of Moisture?

All excellent ideas.

Ok, kidding, they're terrible.

I've got the perfect vacation spot...

Stop it. Stop it!

Wally!

All this campy outdoorsiness is so stressful...

and draining!

Not to worry, I have a lot of fun activities planned.

Like going home? No.

Log rolling? Uh, no.

Having a bowel movement in a well-manufactured toilet?

Uh uh.

Riding a giant beaver! Definitely not.

Perhaps watching a television show

that's not bark on the side of a tree?

Once again, all awful ideas.

Today's activity is nature photography!

Remember the rules of good photography.

Composition, light, exposure...

And probably the most important thing -

cameras are not food, gentlemens!

Let's see what we got here.

A blurry shot of Wally's foot...

Wally's foot again. More feet...

Wally's thumb... another thumb...

My thumb is very photogenic!

Good work, Wally.

Now let's see Gus' pictures.

Holy Hard Drive!

Could it be? Could it really be?

Could it even possibly be?

I can't take the pressure! What it be?

The legendary and dangerous Squamitch.

No picture exists of him.

And this one is rather poor, possibly even fake.

But my curiosity receptors are like,

"Are you crazy, Yay-OK? Go find him!

Do not be a coward, take his picture.

You'll be famous one day!"

Let's go get that Squamitch!

Famous?

You know, this camping thing ain't half bad.

Shh! Be very very quiet...

We're hunting Squamitch.

I appreciate the effort, simple monkeys,

but the camera-shy Squamitch is no dummy.

He is not going to fall for a trap so simple,

so rudimentary, so...

We caught him!

Yay-OK, could you...

Hand me that branch?

He's a real scrapper!

Gotcha Squamitch!

Don't you touch me! I am not a Squamitch!

I am a banana!

Banana!

I mean I am not a banana! Leave me alone!

Pfft. Good one, Squamitch. Do it, bro!

Stop that! I am Lord Peel!

Sure you are, Squamitch.

Peelio ain't so hairy-o.

It is me! I became a hermit

so that I could get away from you two!

Wha-a-a-a-at?!

Villain back to nature flashback!

I arrived on this remote planet

looking for a simple monkey-free life...

Sure, the first couple of days were rough...

And now my idyllic life

is once again ruined by you monkeys!

Nice try, Squamitch!

Enough!

Let this insanity end!

I'll prove who I am.

Ramone! The works.

Ta-da!

Banana-dude! It is you!

Group hug! Come on, get in here.

Come on, pull it in.

Pull it in a bit closer.

Give us a lick.

Just a little licky lick. A little licky.

Chew and swallow. Just a bit. Come on, just a little bit.

Just a mouthful. Let it happen.

OMG!

This is so going on my blog.

Lord Peel is a goner for sure.

Gobbled up. Kaput. Donezo.

I am just telling you the truth, Wally.

The Squamitch has eaten your banana friend for certain.

For reals.

He was so delicious.

If anyone's gonna eat Banana-Man, it's gonna be us.

Let's see, in order to rescue him

I'll need to calculate the wind velocity,

multiply it by the angle of incline of the ground,

divide by the sun's position in the sky.

Then... - Or...

We can just follow the Squamitch's

incredibly big footprints this way.

I vote for footprints!

Oh footprints. Yeah sure. Why not?

Let's go for footprints. Make it easy.

Whatever, kindergarten baby.

Please don't eat me!

I'm well past my best-before date.

Look! See?

Oh, that's gone off! Oooh, yucky!

Eat you? Haha! My dear sir.

I just saved you from those nasty tourists.

Ugh, how I hate them. Always with the clickety-click.

"Look over here, Squamitch!

We can't see you, Squamitch!"

It never ends.

Canape?

You... you can speak?

Seven languages, including the throat gargle

of the Ratphibian tree frog.

I speak that too.

Good one, good one.

You're a true sophisticate!

Guilty.

Is that an original Kantdansky?

Of course it is.

Oh my! We're going to be such good friends.

Good friends as rare as fine cheese!

And just as tasty!

We're coming for you, Banana-man!

The footsteps end at that cave.

That can only mean one thing.

It's a dead end. We've lost the trail.

Game over. Awwww!

Maybe the trail ends because the cave is the Squamitch's home.

Pfft, you and your silly robo-theories.

Knight Two to Rook Three.

Ahh, the Garpachikov Attack Gambit.

Well played, my friend.

Thank you, old chap.

The pleasure's all mine.

It's such a relief to have a proper conversation.

Those tourists' vocabulary seems limited to "say cheese".

And by 'cheese' you can be sure they don't mean

"cave-aged gruyere".

They sure don't.

Squamitch, we know that you are in there!

Release any part of Lord Peels that you haven't eaten

and give yourself up.

If only we had a relative, you know, to help

with the hostage negotiations... That always works in the movies!

So I said to her, "I can handle Handel,

but I'd rather hear Mo-zart!"

Yoo-Hoo, Squammy!

It's Mumsie!

Mumsie, is that really you?

Of course it's me. And you remember Tinkles...

Ah!

Woofsie, woofsie!

Oooh, he likes you.

Oooh! Who's your talented friend?

Charmed, I'm sure.

Madam, are you flirting with me?

Peelio, it's us! Gus and Wally!

We're here to rescue you!

Go away!

You two are not fooling anyone with this charade!

And you're ruining things with my new friend.

I won't have it! Take that!

And that! And that!

And that!

What are you doing to my Mumsie?

And Tinkles!

Take that, scoundrel!

And that!

King me!

No! Not my precious Kantdansky!

That's it! We are no longer friends!

Now, get out!

Well what do you know? The monkey rescue plan worked.

This is one for my blog!

What a shame.

He seemed like such a nice banana.

Say Woof!

Did Tinkles just take my picture?

Did he? Bad tinkles! Bad dog!

What's this? Mumsie doesn't have a tail!

That doesn't smell like Mumsie.

Hiya, Squammy.

Nice place you got here.

Tourists!

Ahhh!

Give me that camera!

There are my two heroes.

Job well done!

Oh... my... bolts!

Wait! Squamitch photo op!

You're foreboding! You're dangerous!

You're devil-may-care.

No one knows what will happen with Squamitch!

But seriously, what's the difference

between Yay-OK and a boat anchor?

Nothing!

I kid, I love Yay-OK! He's a super little guy.

That's - Wow. Good one chief. You really got me there.

Like you're one to talk.

And now for our next act in the GASI Talent Show.

Put your flippers together, or whatever you've got,

for the Tumbling Rocket Chickens!

Ta da!

Mmm. Delicious! So tender.

Any coleslaw? No?

Anyway, I'd hate to have to follow that act.

And now for something no one's been waiting for.

Walter J. Monkey

and his "Monkey in the Mirror" routine.

Prepare to be incrediblized!

Go monkeys! Come on gentlemens!

Show them what you got!

I saw them rehearse this. It's really good...

Ta-da!

There was no mirror.

It was me all along, Gus!

I'm confused. Is snoring the new Hurray?

And now the winner

of this years GASI talent show is...

Dr. Chimpsky!

Come on out here, me!

Oh look at this. This is so unexpected!

I had no idea this was coming.

You know, when I was stuffing the ballot box...

Ok, obviously when you said Chimpsky

you meant to say "Gus and Wally".

No biggie. We'd like to thank

the GASI Academy, and our mother -

Ha ha, you monkeys really crack me up.

Too bad your act didn't.

Now that's funny.

And that's why you get the Same-Old, Same Old award.

Give it to me! It's mine!

Mine! Mine! Mine!

Mine... mine...

mine.

Enough with the "Mine, mine, mine!"

It's the same thing over and over.

Same fight, same pulling, same tugging,

Same, same, same.

Are you accusing us of being the same?

I'll handle this.

Are you accusing us of being the same?

Gus and I are completely different.

Uh, that is Wally. You are Gus.

Listen monkeys, you two are two hairy birds of the same feather.

Two bananas of the same bunch.

Two galactic peas in the same space pod.

Observe.

You both pick your noses with your left hand.

You both have the outtie belly button.

You both are allergic to Neptune crabs.

And you both wear the exact same clothes.

It's more comfortable this way.

And less laundry too.

The point is I'm looking at two monkeys,

and I only see one monkey.

Wrong-o, robot.

I speak with a distinctly fancy pants accent.

While I speak like this:

And I fall down like this - Ow!

And this - Ow!

And sometimes like this - Gah!

I fall down like this.

This is a fave...

Just came up with this one.

Ahh! Where are my legs?

Gentlemens!

There's nothing wrong with being identical.

Personally, I find the repetition adorable.

And predictable. And somehow that comforts me.

But we're not the same.

We'll show you how unlike we are.

Right? Exactly.

Stop saying what I'm saying!

Umpah! Zingy-zangy. Dingy-dangy!

Licky-lally looloo!

Oh, you go to the washroom there?

I'm Gus and I go to the washroom over here...

Ok, I believe that's enough.

Let's try to keep this episode out of the gutter, okay?

For the children...

Typical Gus.

This proves we're different.

I blow up the ship connecting the red wire

then the blue wire.

Ow!

Enough monkeys! You're completely different!

But news flash - you're equally annoying.

Yeah, I've got another joke for you.

How many monkeys does it take to change a Venutian light bulb

in the Cavern of Extreme Pain?

17? Hey, that's my number!

24? Get your own number!

Three?

The answer is one.

It's not really a joke, it's your next assignment.

Now you must be certain not to wake

the hibernating cave beast. He can be super cranky.

Gus, why don't you take this one.

I'm Wally.

I always seem to get you two mixed up.

Other Gus, all yours.

Yay! Me!

Ha!

Chew on that, donkey Wally!

Everyone thinks Wally and I are the same.

Oh, I'll show them.

They'll be looking and then I'll do it

and that will show them that we're not,

because that is what showing is!

Doing something that people see!

Wait! Wally would just screw it in,

so I'm gonna CHEW it in. Ha!

This is where the one-and-only Gus will shine...

"Light bulb", "shine".

Hilarious!

Focus, Gus!

Huh?

Gorgy needs his sleepy time!

Oh! This is wrong.

You "chewed it in", right?

Maybe. Why would you say that?

Because that's what I would have done...

never!

Rocket Monkeys, seriously!

How hard is it to change a light bulb

in a cavern inhabited by a terribly fearsome beast?

How tough could that be?

Dr. C, let Wally be the difference maker.

Notice I said "difference"

and not "samerance?"

When the going gets tough, the tough get screwing!

This is where the one-and-only Wally will shine.

"Light bulb", "shine".

Focus, Wally!

No! Be differenter than Gus.

Why would I chew it in, when I can DANCE it in!

It's sleepy time!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Boys, it's not your fault.

You both just excel at failure.

You can't help that you're the same.

And by "the same", I mean equally terrible.

You're not good at anything.

What? I'm way more terrible.

No way, I'm the worst.

No one is more terrible than I am.

If you wanted to find someone more terrible than me,

it would have to also be me. I'm worse.

Rocket Monkeys, there's a rampaging,

sleep-deprived monster on the loose.

You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?

What? No Way!

Come On! Us?

Not likely. Statistically not plausible.

Hmmm... Tails knotted.

Ears twitching. Pants filled.

This can only mean one thing.

You're lying!

I'm ordering you to tuck that cranky beast in at once,

or, as usual,

you're fired! Pyew!

Chimpsky out.

Is "You're fired!" the new "Good job monkeys?"

Not even close.

Whoa, that monster really does need a nap, huh?

Okay, monkeys,

this is a chance to show how different you are.

No one can resist a cookie and a nice glass of milk

before beddy-by time.

Hey! You stole my idea!

You go change. No, you go change.

You go change!

You know what, I change my mind... Should I change?

You go change. No, you change.

You can change.

Counting sheep. Never fails.

Hey, you stole my idea!

Counting squirrels. Never fails.

Counting donkeys. Never fails.

Aardvarks...

honey badgers...

diaper-potamuses...

sea cucumbers...

Sea cucumbers, wha?

Listen, monkeys.

I really appreciate all your attempts at originality,

some really great stuff.

But you've got to work together to get this beast back to sleep.

Are you thinking exactly what I'm thinking?

You know it, bro!

Prepare to be incrediblized!

Ta-da!

This is so...

...boring.

We did it!

Oh yeah, monkeys.

Really, really good job...

just uh, fade out on the snoring there.