Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Alert! Alert! Torpedo lock detected!

Raise shields at once!

I said...

RAISE SHIELDS AT ONCE!

We have shields? That's news to me!

How long have we had those?

I don't think we have them. Yeah, we do. He just said we did.

Well, maybe we have to put them in still...

Why would he say we have them if we have to put them in?

Maybe just hold them up.

How can you hold them upside the spaceship?

They came with the ship when we got the privacy package.

We've done the drills, now just raise the shields!

Sheesh! Some bot's got a knot in his hard drive.

Pressing random red flashy button!

Um... wrong button.

Oh, it's old Blue Blinky, right?

No - You just ejected my bedroom.

Maybe it's not a button at all. You're right. It could be a lever!

Or a pulley. Maybe a crank.

Maybe it's a combination crank/pulley.

Maybe it's wand activated!

Wow, this opens up so many opportunities!

Yay, prezzies!

My lifelong dream has finally come true.

Oh, this is so beautiful!

Oh, thank you!

Thank you, universe!

Banana suits!

Hey... Hello, there...

What's goin' on? You like it?

You like what you see with your eyes? You like the way it curves a little bit?

Everything is going perfectly.

Soon I'll show those monkeys who the real banana is -

Which of course isn't me.

I know - You're wondering what my plan is...

Of course you are!

Come, I'll show you the horror

I have in store for the rocket monkeys.

To the dungeon!

Note to self -

Move the horror closer to the bridge...

Anyway, here we are. See? Danger tape.

Now watch this - Yoo-hoo! Help!

Innocent, defenseless banana here...

You're probably wondering

why I've trained this beast to hate bananas...

Just work with me, would you?

I'll explain.

Lord Peel flashback!

It was a day that still burns my peel.

Those horrible monkeys left me

stranded on a savage jungle planet...

Yo, Banana-Man! You sure you don't want a lift?

Leave me alone!

I am not a banana!

Your call, banana dude. Peel ya later!

That's when I saw it...

The dreaded Hate-a-saurus!

No, that's not it.

Ugh... That's not it, either!

That's it!

They say you can raise a hate-a-saurus

to hate anything you want.

Especially...

Rocket monkeys!

Your doom is about to be hatched!

At first, joy filled my heart...

As I raised my precious little horror

to hate those cursed monkeys...

And then the joyful day came...

Behold!

You are a glorious monkey- hating beast, correct?!

After several hours,

I finally ran out of flavor...

Here you go!

Go fetch!

Could it be true?

I raised that hate-a-saurus like it was my own egg,

and yet it hated me and not the Rocket Monkeys -

Me!

And I mean, what's not to like?

I had to test my theory to be sure...

Aww...

That wasn't very hateful!

So it's just bananas?

Okay... we're going to need a new plan.

So I crafted two banana suits

and gifted them to the rocket monkeys

in my typical subtle way...

Firing gift-torpedo!

Yay, prezzies!

Hey, Rudy, wake up!

And that's my plan to destroy the rocket monkeys.

So, now it begins.

-But first, a quick precaution.

Pretty convincing, right?

I bet you thought I was a real monkey, huh?

Huh? Sure you did.

Okay, alright. Come on, that's enough.

Yes, yes, I'm a monkey.

Okay, enough affection - more destroying.

And remember, THEY are the bananas...

And the second you see the yellowness of their peel,

destroy them!

Transporter, engage!

Oh, dear. Wrong setting.

Ugh... Wha...

What is that smell?

Does anyone else smell rotten bananas?

Nope! Don't smell a thing.

No idea what you're talking about. Nope.

Can't smell it. Sorry. Don't know. Don't see it.

Don't hear it. You can't hear a smell.

Guys, you have been wearing those same suits

for the entire flashback!

Would you PLEASE let me wash them?

You're attracting fruit flies!

Now let's do this properly!

GET THE BANANAS!

Stop that!

You stay! Stay! Stay...

Boy, Banana Man sure is strict.

I'm not a banana-man!

And why aren't you wearing your - Cool monkey suit. Can I try it on?

Absolutely not!

Too late.

How cute is that? They're playing!

Give that back to me!

Okay, but I had a little accident!

Okay, let's try this again, shall we?

Right down to the bolts...

Hey, you can't wait until the cycle is over?

Yay! There - You see?

I'm not a banana! They are!

Me - monkey! Them - bananas!

Monkey, bananas.

Monkey, bananas.

Monkey over here... Bananas!

Monkey, bananas. Monkey, bananas...

That's it! Monkey, bananas...

Excellent! Attack!

Okay, okay,

enough with the fun and games and the attacking.

These two suits still need a rinse cycle.

Just give that to me.

I'll go ahead and pop this in with the rest of the load.

What are you doing?! Give that back!

I am starting to lose patience!

Now stop acting like idiot monkeys

and start acting like idiot bananas!

We can do that, right Wally?

Yeah, for suresies!

I'm a dumb banana!

I have a peel on my body.

Great. Keep it up.

That is the last time I do your laundry...

Oh!

Ba-na-nas over there!

You know what to do - Do it!

Wait! In the interest of safety, this time I'm going to hide.

Okay, go ahead! Attack!

After all those painful, arduous years

spent nurturing and raising my Hate-a-Saurus,

he is finally destroying those retched monkeys!

Oh, I've gotta see this!

Strange, I don't recall that being there. Any-hoo...

Oh, come on!

Hey, that's not destroying!

Wait, why are you looking at me like that?

No one - and I mean no one! -

interrupts laundry day

and gets away with it.

Banana-Man in a banana cut-out - classic!

Good one, bro-bot!

Nice boy...

Wait! You're not a hate-a-saurus -

You're a hate-a-saurette!

I know I'm repeating myself,

but I'll get you, rocket monkeys!

We get you too, Peelio.

Who knew he was such a family man?

See ya, Peelio! Don't be a stranger!

Oh, this is nice.

Dressing up is kind of fun and freeing.

You become someone else.

Look at me! I'm a delicious banana!

Giant banana!

Okay, bad idea!

Not a good idea. - Get him!

Sweet, sweet honey!

Now you will visit my mouth place.

Bro, you've got honey? Sharsies with my mouth place!

Stop looking at me with those Gussy accusing-eyes

and thinking I have a secret supply of honey,

'cause I don't - Probably not!

I don't have it! There's none here!

Stop looking! Stop asking! Go away!

Sneaky Wally hoarding all that honey...

No fairsies!

Aha!

So that's where you're hiding your liquid gold!

Hey, Buzzter! Hey, Buzzington!

Hi, Steve. Who's my favourite bees?

You are! - I knew it!

You are so busted, honey hoarder!

Ah, sticky, yum...

Leave 'em alone! They're mine.

Fine, if you want to play it that way,

maybe I should tell Yay-OK...

You wouldn't dare!

You know how Yay-OK gets when we sneak stuff on board!

Hold it right there, monkey boy.

Empty the pockets.

Uh huh. Right.

This liquid in that bottle, what is that?

Hair gel?

Contact lens solution?

Never mind.

Are we carrying any weapons, alien life forms?

or items that might be on fire? I don't know where that came from!

That's my cousin's!

Never seen that before in my life!

And what about that? He's carry-on.

No entry for you, Gentleman!

So this is the dealio...

I won't tell Yay-OK,

but you have to share the honey.

Rip-off city!

Those space bees are my buds, not yours, right, boys?

If that's how you want it...

Oh hey, bro-bot. I'm fine, you?

And the kids? They can be a handful...

Anyhoo, I just thought you should know

that Wally has smuggled illegal bees- Noooo!

Fine.

From now on, Greedy Gus over here

also gets some of your golden goodness.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not go crazy!

Rocket Monkeys!

I've been hearing strange buzzing sounds

all over the ship - Ahh!

Why are the floors all sticky?

...And do I really want to know

the answer to that question?

Sticky floor? No idea what you're talking about.

Yeah, I'm drawin' a blank.

Wait a second - Buzzing,

sticky, honey chug-a-lug hats...

Wally, yesterday when we were on planet Bzzz,

did you smuggle a space bee onto the ship?

Uh, I, uh... Maybe one?

Hey brobot, no one boarding the ship but me and my bro, Guzzz!

Right, Guzzz?

Bzzz.

Wait a second -

Is that an unidentified foreign substance on your face?

No entry!

Guzzz, you're cool. Have a nice day.

It wasn't my fault. They followed me!

Can I help it if I'm adorable?

You said one.

I distinctly see three bees!

I said one... maybe.

It's true. I heard the maybe.

Oh no - this is bad.

Are we talking the good bad or the bad bad?

What? No. Very bad!

Perhaps I can explain with some over-simplified visuals...

First the bees, okay?

Then the hives, then the Queen,

then the boot - As in turfed out!

Out on the street! Living out of a knapsack!

Living in a no-Television box!

Do you get it now, Gentlemens?!!

Monkeys?

Monkeys, where are you?

Oh, this is bad...

Oh, here too?

You're kidding me...

Oh my bolts...

Monkeys, I have terrible news! The bees -

Made an excellent choice for their queen?

I'd say so...

Hive five!

I knew they liked me, but this is totally 'nanners!

Well, if you're the queen,

I guess that makes me king!

That one displeases me!

This is no way to treat the king!

Please stop.

You cannot pretend to be a royal space bee!

What if the real Queen Bee finds out?

Pfft! Preposterous.

She probably doesn't even know they're gone.

Where are my bees?!

Hello?! Hello?!

Your queen commands you!

Anyone? Anyone?!

This is royally buzzing me off!

I feel a royal tantrum coming on if I don't get my honey!

Hey, what about our dealio?

We were supposed to share the honey!

I'm gonna tell Yay-OK!

Uh, hate to break it to you there, Gus,

but that secret is out, okay?

That ship has sailed. That cat is out of the bag!

Uh, Grandma isn't actually sleeping.

Uh, your puppy didn't really run away.

Uh, she is not a she...

That dealio was made with Peasant Wally.

Queen Wally has no dealios.

Off with his head!

I always wanted to say that.

We're not afraid of your stingy stingy bee goons!

I'm a little bit afraid, I'll tell you...

Oh! What the 'bzzz' is going on here?!

Queen Wally is taking her royal bath!

More honey!

Bees... I am your one true Queen.

Bow before me,

or I will bite your stingers off!

Hellooo?!

We have a relationship here!

Bow before Queen Wally the Magnificent!

I just added that last 'magnificent' bit,

but I think it has a nice ring to it.

Silence, imposter!

There can be only one queen in this hive.

How about a glove full of slap?

How dare you get all slappy with me!

How dare you! Slap, slap!

All right, this slappy fight doesn't seem

very solution-based.

Why don't we settle this with something

more befitting your queenly status?

May I suggest...

a ROYAL BATTLE ROYALE?!

I accept! As do I!

Welcome to the first -

and I'm hoping the last -

Royal Buzz Off Battle!

In this throne,

a bee of obviously regal birth...

Her Highness of Honey, Her Royal Jelliness,

The Hive-Master General...

Queen Space Bee!

Oh, go on...

And in this corner...

A monkey with his head stuck in a honey jar.

Running out of oxygen in here...

Shouting Out Unreasonable Royal Commands...

Let's get ready to buuummmble!!

Royal Formation! Left! Right!

Sting! Buzz! Turn!

Flip! Pull your wings off!

Now put them back on! Put them off.

Put them on. Put them off!

This time put them back on on the reverse.

Top that, you plebeian primate!

All right, and a one two, one-two-three-four...

Kick, kick, shuffle ball change!

And turn, turn... Get those legs up, ladies!

No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!

I distinctly said turn, kick,

turn, Fosse, Fosse, Fosse...

Why aren't you fosse-ing?!

Okay, I think we know who won that round...

Round Two - The Royal Quiff.

A true Queen Bee produces a distinct, delicate odor,

or "pheromone",

that the worker bees cannot resist.

My aroma is a sweet bee-pouri

of jasmine and tuberose,

sophisticated and fragrant...

Oh, that is quite nice...

Mmmm, musky...

There's a sort of mossy undertone...

Cherry, cashews that have slowly rotted...

A burning plastic...

Ha! You ain't smelled nothin' yet!

He's gonna blow!

The smell!

Oh, my word! You melted my crown!

There is one final challenge -

Call it a tie breaker, if you will...

The Royal Wave!

I got this one in the bag.

Waving here! I got my wave on!

I'm waving to the right, now I'm waving to the left!

Wave your hand in the air like you just don't care!

Hail a cab! Hail a cab!

Pfft. Amateur.

Watch and learn, peasant.

Ta-ta! Bye for now! Love me. Well done!

Oh, goodbye!

Oh you - I'm barely acknowledging you -

that's why I'm looking the other way.

Thank you -

Well, that settles that. Long live Queen Wally!

Drones, your queen is peckish.

Sorry, Wally, but no more Queen for you.

Your reign of idiocy is over.

Yeah, and you won't be needing this anymore,

un-royal broski!

Meh. Whatever.

Can I still keep the honey jar?

Ah! What the - Monkeys!

Why here? The bathroom is right there.

It's two steps away. Oh, wait a sec -

There is something different here...

Strange smelling plop, squirty noises...

Holy cud!!

I am Queen Lactose the Intolerant!

Why is the royal tummy rumbling?

I'm on it, Your Royal Bovinity!

Mm...

Oh my bolts...

We have been HERDED!!

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Come on, mush!

Giddy up! Faster!

Let's move it! Come on, doggy dog!

Hey! I am trying, Monkeys,

but my wheel does not come with the snow tire upgrade -

Ow! -

and on a side note, getting hit with snowballs

isn't helping either.

Less gab and more mush!

I think Yay-Ok's all mushed out.

You're right, Wal.

We should let him rest.

Monkeys?

A little help here.

I could use a little type of a dig out.

I'm losing feeling in my hard drive right-

OH MY BOLTS!

This one is perfect for our collection of huge

but completely worthless rocks!

Sweet!

A boulder!

Ow!

You know, monkeys, my uh,

my wheel is only rated to 32 pounds per square inch,

so if you do the mathematics...

GOT ONE MORE FOR THE COLLECTION!

See you back at the ship!

Rocket Monkeys, I have checked my spare parts,

and that was my last wheel!

But not to worry, I still have my prop-top.

I am still the same fully functional robot companion...

Uh, worry just a smidgen...

Wheel or no, rocket ship maintenance waits for no bot!

Making progress here.

Don't try this at home, kids!

GUS! I FOUND THE LADDER!

NOBODY IMPORTANT IS USING IT!

Yay-OK, our mouths are waiting!

Patience, monkeys. I will feed you.

I am preparing to make the final push to the stove-top summit.

There we are.

Oh it smells just like Christmas, Gentlemens!

I think it's time to find a wheel replacement.

But first -

FLOOR FOOD!

You're in good hands, Yay-OK.

We've read the GASI manual on robo-wheel replacement.

Really? You actually read a book?

Well, no.

But I skimmed through this pamphlet on growing mushrooms.

It was really informative.

Enough with this idle deathbed chit-chat!

It's time to GET WHEELING!

Actually monkeys, I've chained my mind about this!

We did it!

We did it!

Ah yes, you did it.

Real top notch amateur surgery, fellas.

Wow, really digging this back and forth motion -

very soothing -

but, I, I think that mobility is still a bit of an issue.

But once again, no worries.

I will contact Ivan Ivanovitch, my creator.

And... send!

Yay-OK!

My most disappointing creation!

It is I, Ivan Ivanovitch.

You like my latest invention?

I call it the "Tele-porto-potty".

I know it stinks.

I mean - It stinks!

But hey, it saves on rocket fuel,

and that's the future!

Oh, Great Robot Inventor,

as you can see,

I've suffered a slight catastrophic

mobility downgrade.

We helped!

I need you to make another wheel. No can do.

You see the problem is I can't get parts;

you're so old.

Seriously old. Ancient.

Really stinkin' old.

Not particularly useful anymore...

Yes, okay, I-I-I get it.

I'm old and ancient and yes, I'm outdated.

Right, I got it.

Frankly, I am surprised you still work at all,

since we all know what kind of inventor I am.

I'M TERRIBLE!

Here-here!

Seriously the worst.

I know, I know - But no robo-tears.

I will invent a new wheel.

Which will also break, but that will be later.

In the meantime,

with no consideration whatsoever for quality.

Oh thank you!

Thank you, Mr. Ivan Ivanovitch!

I'll go make you that wheel now!

Don't get up. I'll see myself out.

Please monkeys -

A little privacy?

Whoa! Check out these gams!

Wow, you got two of them. Bonus!

Can I touch them?

Of course. Knock yourself out.

Okay, that's enough.

Gus, Wally -

A little walking music, please!

How fun is this?

I always wanted to play kick-the-polka-dot-ball.

You mean soccer.

Yay!

GOOOOOOOOAL!

Hey!

Don't you losers wish you had legs like Yay-OK's legs?

Ha ha!

I'm awesome!

I liked Yay-OK better with a wheel.

I dunno. Brobot seems happy.

Maybe we should just be happy for him.

HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?!

I CALL THIS THE YAY-OK PRETZEL!

Yay-OK's leggy fun is making my head hurt.

Fun robo-leg fact...

I have toenails!

Who knew that? I didn't know that!

Oh, barf! Don't need to know it!

Meh.

Yay-OK's legs - - I don't like them...

I don't - - like the legs.

WOULD YOU STOP WITH THE LEGS ALREADY?

Bro! I'll bet you miss that ol' wheel of yours, don't cha?

Miss it? Are you crazy?

I've got LEGS!

But wheels are super-duper cool.

They're hip and happening!

Like, they're round, and then they turn...

That's right. They have a center point -

that is still.

They're cooler than squares!

They're totally psychedelic and they roll!

Like, if I could trade in my legs for wheels,

I would... not. Roll the clip, Wal!

Welcome to the Wheely Wonderful

World of Wheels!

Hello, I'm Dr. Buzz Chimpsky.

As long as there have been wagons,

cars and mechanical space donkeys,

there have been wheels.

They're everywhere.

I mean what is a donut, but a sugary wheel?

And there's cookies... um, they're not all round...

They are kind of bumpy... Yeah, more bumpy -

But still wheel-shaped!

Look at my mouth, when I go "Ooh..."

You see the wheel shape there?

My mouth's making a wheel!

Your boring video has convinced me...

Woohoo!

...That I definitely prefer my legs.

REVERSE EXPECTATION TAKE-DOWN!

Those legs need to take a walk!

Legs... walk...

I got that one.

Okay, you see this icy ramp?

Well we're gonna go down it at super-mega-warp-speed

and right into a hungry gorgonzilla's mouth...

And have so much fun that you won't have

because you don't have a wheel!

We're all about the rolly-polly fun!

If by fun you mean ridiculously monkey crazy?

I do...

RIGHT ON, MY LUGE BROTHERS AND SISTERS!

LET'S KICK LUGE BUTT!

LUUUUUUUGGGGE!

The point is, we are going to have fun!

And you're not!

Because you don't have wheels!

Yes, no. I get it. I get it.

Wally, it's idiotic fun time.

Way ahead of you, bro.

THIS IS NOT AS MUCH FUN AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!

DEFINITELY NOT!

HELP!

My monkeys are in trouble!

I AM COMING FOR YOU, GENTLEMENS!

Oh legs, don't fail me now!

RUN YAY-OK, RUN!

I know this is an emergency and all,

but I tell you, wow! Look at me! So graceful!

Like a gazelle crossed with a cheetah,

and a little bit of a lion in the shoulders.

Look at me.

Look at the long and lean pro-

Oh monkeys, you were right.

These legs are -

Terrible! I'm back.

Did you miss me? Kidding. Why would you miss me?

Listen, I got your wheel.

Ta-da!

I know what you're thinking - "Another failure."

I lack two things: foresight and intelligence.

I don't care! Give me that wheel!

Inventions today! No gratitude...

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oh sweet, defective wheel!

So almost round and rolly!

You special wheel!

You truly are the circle of life!

Admit it, robro. Wheels are more fun than legs.

Yes, you are right...

Let it begin.

INCOMING MONKEYS!

ENGAGE PROTECTION PROTOCOL!

No robo pain for this bot!

And you didn't even - Ow!

Hello!

Wow! - Hey Yay-OK,

check out what we got at the mall.

Sticky napkins from the food court!

This little baby - for free!

I ain't no baby!

My sweetpeas are such good shoppers.

Show him what else.

A donkey hat. A bag of snails.

A space, uh, pen.

It's actually a pen that takes up space.

Invisible seagull - Wait, where is it? I got a pork chop.

I also got this rash.

Very nice.

I think I need to freshen up.

Where's the washroom?

Wash...? ...Room?

Uh, she means the poopitty-peepee room.

Oh, sure! Why didn't you say so?

It's over there. And sometimes under here.

No-no-no, I meant where's your little girl's room?

Sorry Ma, this ship is just for us manly monkey he-dudes.

Right, Wal?

Little sips, Kevin, remember!

Little sips.

Never mind. Found it!

Whaaaaa?!

Access granted. Welcome, madam.

Enjoy your stay.

Oh my, what service!

Ooh! Ahh!

Mom, are you okay in there?

Oh, just (vibrating) fiiine!

I hear all the toilets in the girls bathroom

are in the shape of flowers.

You wash your hands in warm honey

and dry them with the flutters of a hundred baby butterflies...

A hundred?

Ten would get the job done. So wasteful!

Totally, but a hundred is pretty cool.

Right, brobot? Uh, not even close.

Let me assure you that the girls' washroom

is built to the same specifications as the boys -

Minus the horrific monkey stench,

the sentient bacteria,

those little cookies that you gentlemens - Oof!

Hawwk! Parting gifts?

Why thank you, Pandora!

I feel incredible!

Great seeing you, boys!

Air kisses!

Don't want to ruin the make-over!

Bye!

You know, I think I have to make tinkles...

I must also make tinkles...

No way! Uh-uh.

Don't even think about it.

This is the little girls' room.

But we wanna see inside!

The little triangle is a dress.

That means no boy monkeys!

You have a perfectly functional bathroom of your own.

WHOOPSIE!!!

Okay, not so functional.

Now can we use the little girls' room?

Definitely... not!

What if we really, really, really...

REALLY HAVE TO GO?!

This is outrageous! We're not animals!

Ok, so we are animals.

But I stand by OUTRAGEOUS!

And by "stand by," I mean, "I gotta go!"

See? I'm doing my pee-pee dance, see?

Fine.

The girls room looks so...

What's the word I'm looking for? Cluh...eeen?

That's a word, right? Cluh...eeen?

I heard that every time you tinkle in a girls washroom,

an angel gets its wings.

That seems almost made-up.

They get a sports car for number two.

Where did you hear all this top-secret toilet talk?

A super-secret source...

And the toilet paper is pillow-soft...

That's because they use real pillows!

That's it!

If an imaginary unicorn can get in there,

so can we!

Not so fast there, mister!

Who're you calling mister?

Entry granted. Welcome, Audrey.

"Audrey?" Wha...?

Oh yeah, very lady-like...

Quick! Torpedoes! There are torpedoes!

In - our - torpedo room!

The explodey kind!

Oh no! I better check it out!

Wait a second -

This isn't a cheap monkey distraction

to get me to leave this spot, is it?

Yup! Okay, monkeys.

I'm skeptically on it.

Wait, if we're going to the bathroom,

we should make it worth our while...

You read my mind, bro.

All right, here it goes.

Shape does not comply.

Extra bits detected - "Monkey boys."

Entry denied!

"Shape does not comply?!" Huh?

Hmmm... New monkey plan!

Oh, you look so pretty!

You look so pretty!

No, YOU look so pretty!

No, YOU look so pretty!

OH, YOU ARE CUTE!

YOU ARE ADORABLE!!

YOU ARE THE MOST PRETTY -

I CAN'T STAND LIVING!

YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST WOMAN

I HAVE EVER LAID EYES UPON!

Unattractive and shockingly hairy,

but girls.

Access reluctantly granted.

The unicorn was right...

The girls poopoo-peepee room

is even more incredible than I ever imagined!

It's... Pooptopia!

Wow.

It makes me want to poopoo-peepee everywhere!

Huh.

The ol' "torpedo in the torpedo room" distraction.

Can't believe I fell for that one.

Oh, they wouldn't!

They couldn't...

Of course, they did.

Oh, hey, hi. Uh, how you doing?

You're quite a foxy vox box, eh?

Care to cross wires sometime?

So anyway, is it cool if I slip in? Slip by?

Ew - Robot-boy. Access denied!

And FYI, you're totally out of date.

Well, uh,

you're not exactly state-of-the-art yourself,

if you know what I mean, okay?

So... whatever.

This is WAY better than Yay-OK's bucket.

Check it out, Gus!

Isn't it Pee-utiful?!

Don't worry, my pretty little flower.

My aim is excellent!

Intruder alert!

Hawwwnk! We have a stand-up tinkler!

I repeat, non-girl in stall 14!

Wally, you're standing!

Sitting is for girls - Oh right!

GO GET 'EM, LADIES!

GET THAT LITTLE STAND-UP TINKLER!

HAWWWNK!

Let us out! Let us out!

Let me in!

This is not right! Let me in!

It's time to get our honk on!

Access granted.

Welcome, madam. Enjoy your stay.

Okay, Monkeys, the jig is up!

I know that you're in there... Wow!

These are definitely not

the same specs as the boys washroom.

Wait!

Those are not my monkeys' usual

straining toilet- type screams.

They are in real danger!

Get them furry little vermin!

Bro! Where are you?!

I look for you with my eyes! I see you not!

Where are you Wally?! Where?! Where?! Where?!

Over here!

Number twosies!

Thanks, monkey! Woo!

Hey, the lights went out.

Sweet! Now we can sneak out under the cover of darkness.

They found us!

They must have night vision!

Boys!!

Take those filthy boys to the facility!

With pleasure! Haawnk!

Is that your hand in my pocket? Nope.

I hope you enjoy the facilities,

especially the Toilet of Death!

You call that a death-toilet?

Where are the stains, the furballs, the floaters?

It's not even clogged!

Remember, they're dumb boys!

We better... RAISE THE SEAT!

I always forget to flip the seat -

And flush. And wipe.

And pull down my pants.

And excuse myself from the dinner table.

And actually go into a physical washroom.

For your crime against the girls' washroom,

you will be exiled

to the most disgusting,

vile place in the galaxy...

ENGAGE THE FLUSHING APPARATUS!!

Don't worry, Rocket Monkeys!

Yay-OK is here to rescue you!

Yay!

Gah!

The important thing is you tried.

But maybe more important is that you failed.

...That, as well.

I cannot swim!

Gentlemens, I cannot swim!

"Most vile place in the galaxy..."

Pfft. I don't know what those girls were talking about.

I was barely disgusted.

I just hope that horrible taste goes away -

That's not going away.