Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go, monkeys!

Ooh, scroll back!

Bookmark that one! Zoom in!

Should we get it in the big size

or the comically gigantic size?!

Comically gigantic!

Add to cart! Add to cart!

Incoming order...

Really? Somebody wants that?

Takes all kinds, I expect.

Righty-tighty...

NO! IT IS NOT HERE YET!

No, it is not here yet, and - wait.

Something's coming. I don't know what.

Oh no.

Push, push!

Now breathe, breathe!

Push, push!

Gentlemens...

clean towels and boiling water!

You're so beautiful right now. I'm so proud of you!

I see a corner! It's corrugated!

I can see it! It's crowning!

It's all I've ever wanted!

It's so beautiful!

Eugh! What is that?

Seriously, why would you want that?

Boys, I just heard that you ordered

the Chimpsky on the half-shell statue.

I must say, I am quite touched.

Really. Very touched.

Pfft. We don't want that! Nope.

Not... hurt... at all!

Chimpsky out...

What's bugging him? Who cares?

There it is!

The biggest, bestest cardboard box ever!

So big...

So cardboardy.

Industrial staples.

Seamless edges.

Double corrugation...

She's a beaut.

Oh, they don't make 'em like that anymore...

I don't see it...

I tell you, it's just cardboard, really.

Yay-OK, you have so much to learn!

Ow!

Ow! Ooh!

Yay!

I hereby christen thee The Good Ship Monkey-box!

Calibrating air speed. Identifying camber.

Analyzing drag coefficient.

Calculating gravitationy...ness.

I'm gonna check the, uh,

altimeter gage and see if it's altimeting.

Captain Gus!

Judgey Robot dead ahead!

I hate to express the obvious, but you know,

you already have a real rocket.

Pfft, like a real rocket can compete with

a cool monkey-made cardboard one.

It even has its own robot, see?

Hello! You already have your own robot!

Boxy, good looking person, standing right here!

Cardboard Yay-OK lets us do whatever we want.

Hey, good idea, Rocket Monkeys!

No chores! No homework!

Stay up all night! Blow things up!

See? Cardboard-you is way more fun!

Monkeys, come inside! For serious!

Never! Not while we're in battle mode!

Gorgonzilla attack at 17 o'clock!

Ow! Ow!

It may be make-believe, but I tell you,

it still hurts when it catches you sometimes... Ow!

Got it. Got it.

Don't need it. Who'd want that?

Come on!

Wait - That cardboard box...

It's incredible!

I must have it for my cardboard box collection!

Myron!!

You're talking to yourself again!

It's creeping me out, Myron!

Not now, mom! I'm collecting!

Hiya!

HEY GUS! IT'S THE PURPLE COLLECTY GUY!

Greetings - And the name is Gamester X.

I've been admiring your most amazing rocket.

It is pretty sweet, isn't it?

Very collectible... No touchy!

I must have it.

What if I offered you, say, two sniggets?

What if I offered you four sniggets?

No, make it six.

13 sniggets! That's my final offer.

NOT INTERESTED!

The Good Ship Monkey-box is not for sale!

Now beat it!

Seriously, monkeys.

I will have that box.

They never really grow up, do they?

Knock, knock, knock!

Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot.

What if I suggest a trade?

Your barely adequate cardboard rocket for...

this...

It's a limited edition Deep Space Disco Dave hood ornament.

Not enough cardboard.

What about this? This grab your interest? Nope!

This smell the right way?

You gotta love this. Not happening.

How about this? This fits in your wallet.

You're wasting your bad breath, X-face.

We ain't trading the good ship Monkey Box for nuthin'!

Yeah! You're never getting it! Never ever!

Yeah, okay, thank you, that's... okay.

I think he gets the idea. Okay, Wally...

Wally... Wally... This is happening again.

Stop it. You got a stop now.

You gotta stop. You gotta stop.

We'll see about that...

Move it, mister! Hey!

Hitting some turbulence, Wally.

Already on it, Captain Gus!

I didn't become a comically pathetic master collector

by taking no for an answer.

I WILL have that box!

I've got it! Hold on!

Careful! Oh...

My sanity hinges on this... Come on!

Make Papa happy...

And... got it!

Success!

I did it, I did it, I did it!

Woo! - Hello?

Innocent robo- bystander here!

Aw, it's just that lousy robot.

Scratch that -

lousy robot bargaining chip!

Oh, monkeys...

Give me the cardboard box,

or I'll destroy your robot.

Nice try. Our brobot's right here!

Oh yeah, you got nothin'!

Rocket monkeys, for the last time,

that is just two-dimensional cardboard.

Oh, and you're sooo deep!

You know what?

Just about enough!

Ow!

Perhaps I should have calculated this through

a bit, uh, a bit more...

Honk! A-ooga!

Well, look at you, Mr. Fancy Pants Collector...

Oh, hi there, yes.

I challenge you to a race.

The fastest cardboard space-box wins it all.

Fine, if we lose - Which we won't.

Then we'll give you our box. Which we won't.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemens!

Welcome to the cardboard box race of the century!

Right, nobody cares. Race on.

One, two, three, go. Get it going, gentlemens.

Maximizing power output!

Nitro booster!

Engaging thrusters!

Faster! Fastier! Fastiest!

It's working! Must retain control...

Wow. Neck and neck. What a surprise.

I can barely contain myself.

Oopsie!

I accidentally-on-purpose

nudged you down a cliff!

Robo-bad!

Losing control!

Encountering space turbulence!

Engaging emergency protocol!

It's getting kind of toasty in here!

What's that smell?

Victory!

Painful, glorious victory is mine!

And now for my prize...

Aw, nuts. We lost the race!

I guess she's all yours.

Farewell, good ship Monkey Box.

So long, cardboard compadre.

Say goodbye, carton of dreams...

You four-cornered, filthy love beast!

I think there's actually eight corners on it.

I counted four.

I heard four when you said that.

It's a cube - The two fours, which is eight.

Those were the - I won.

Nothing heals a wound like a victory...

Oh no. New delivery coming in...

It seems that your new Chimpsky posters have arrived.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

I can't believe you ordered my poster.

Oh my. I'm just so touched!

Moved even!

Uh, I wouldn't be, if I were you.

They just want the cardboard tubes, am I correct?

Well, the Rillas loved my poster!

You hear me? Loved it!

Chimpsky devastated!

I am... your step-sister.

What? Guh!

I must have those exquisite cardboard tubes...

Myron!!

You're still talking to yourself!

Seriously, it's creepy! Knock it off!

People are gonna think that you made friends,

and that would be a complete lie!

Oh, that feels good. Yeah, thanks, Mom.

Nothing like emerging from a flaming cardboard box,

covered in burns - ugh -

only to be soothed by the Vitamin E supplement

that is your mother's nagging voice...

Why am I moving in the opposite direction

than I want to go in?

And why do I have a pain in my tail-to-butt connection?

I warned you, Gentlemens,

that when we got Inky,

you would have to clean up after his blots.

And have you?

Uh...

Could you rephrase that question in the form of an answer?

The correct answer is no!

You have never done any Inky-related cleaning!

Never, ever, done!

Monkeys scrub inside,

robo exits left.

Wally, we are in the presence of a true master pooper.

He's a real Poo-caso.

Nice one! Poocaso! Wow!

Enough monkey business.

We have a hard decision to make, bro.

Do we continue with our robo-appointed task

and clean up Inky's masterpiece?

Or do we cast aside our shovels

and totally neglect our chores?

Neglect! Huh. That was easy.

So easy I can't even believe we thought about it for a second.

Ow! What is it bro? Where'd they get ya?

I'm losing you! Talk to me brother!

I just - Talk to me! Tell me what's wrong!

Look in my eyes! Don't look away!

Don't go to sleep on me now!

Bro, relax! It's fine!

I just got a boo boo on my tail.

Did I just hear my little sweet pea say boo boo?

Mommy's coming, Wally-bear!

MOM'S COMING!

Mommy's here!

How's my little wicky woo woo Wally?

Did you get a widdo booboo, Wally?

The boo-booiest!

Ha! Mom thinks you're a big baby!

Does not!

She sure does!

You're my wittle baby-waby silly poo!

Let me give the booboo a great big kiss.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Rocket Monkey.

Wow, what a nice surprise.

Personally, I wouldn't be kissing that tail.

I know where it's been, and trust me,

you would not want to put the lips on that.

But anyway, small things -

The boys still have to finish their chores.

Oh no, my Little Sweet Pea is sicky-wicky in the taily-waily!

He can't worky anymorey-worey!

MONKEY WHAT?!

It's truey-wooey!

Here you go -

a mother's note to excuse him from any more work.

Observation -

he does not appear to be sicky-wicky

in the taily-waily at ally-wally.

But I am! The pain!

Losing all feeling!

She said tail, right? Aah!

You see? Are you going to believe

your heartless science scanny machine,

or the purity of a mother's love?

It's decided. Wally's not working.

If there's any stinky, disgusting work to be done,

his loving brother will do it.

I'll do it?! You see? What a good boy!

Wait!

The pain is like a wave of pure agony,

and all of my bones are tossed!

Mom, can you write me a note, too?

Oh, you poor dear!

Of course I can!

Excuse me,

but my suspicion indicators are going off the charts here.

I mean, come on,

look at them, they're perfectly fine!

It's all in my note - Here!

I am handcuffed by the classic "Mom's note loophole".

You win this time, rocket monkeys!

And because my Gussy-wussy is extra hurt,

I'm going to give him a delicious homemade cookie

that I was going to give you, Wally!

Thanks mom! I mean - Ow!

Thanks, mom.

That cookie should be mine!

Two can play this game of fakey-monkey-hurt.

Mommy, head hurty...

Mommy!

Parasitic alien owie!

Oh my...

My poor baby!!

Thanks, Mom.

Oh my, you boys are so accident prone!

I thought you were supposed to be

looking out for my baby-wabies!

"Babies?!" You're kidding me!

They're, like, 40 in monkey years!

Look at the ponch on Wally!

Oh! You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to make you my very special Hero Cake.

It only takes an hour.

Yay! Okay...

You may have fooled your mommy dearest

but this robot is not so easily

with the wool and the pulling over the eyes.

How can you even say that?

If I thought my boys were lying to me,

I would be devastated!

I would lose all trust in them.

They would be dead to me!

Do you hear me? DEAD!

Luckily, that won't happen, will it?

Good.

Come on, robot. You can do the dishes.

We should have faked these injuries years ago!

You faked yours?

Breaking News for Deep Space Dave Fans!

For one hour only,

Deep Space Dave will be signing autographs in person

down at the GASI cafe.

Coincidentally,

that's the time it would take someone's mom

to bake a hero cake.

Again, that's one hour only.

One... Hour... Only!

I have an ideaaa!

It won't get us into trouble, will it?

I'm going to get Deep Space Dave to sign my earlobes.

I'm going to get him to sign my eyelids!

I'm gonna get him to sign my knuckle skin.

I'm going to get him to sign the that I found in the woods.

I'm going to get him to sign the patch of hair

on the roof of my mouth!

I'm going to get him to sign this Sidewalk Omelet.

Wait, Are you sure sneaking out's a good idea?

Mom said we'd be dead to her if she caught us lying.

I don't wanna be dead!

We're not gonna be dead.

We got tons of time - Well, 43 minutes.

We get Deep Space Dave's autograph,

and we're back before the cake's cool.

Love you... Only like you.

Don't know you.

Ah, move it kid, you're bothering me.

Out you go!

DEEP SPACE DAVE!

Oof!

Hey! No cuttin'. Back of the line, you two.

DEVASTATION!

We're never going to get through this line in 43 minutes!

Relax.

All we gotta do is put our monkey heads together

and come up with a plan.

Ow!

The trick is not to overwork the batter...

Wait! What time is it? I don't want to miss -

Black Hole Hospital!

That's not your baby, Nurse Rhesus!

That's your estranged nephew's

kidney donor's former roommate's dog walker's

live-in caretaker's night school teaching assistant,

who is also your twin!

Where am I? Who are you? Where is us? When is now?!

Snap out of it, Wally!

We only have - fifteen minutes!

...space out...

Hello, Myron.

Hello, Dave.

Back for more autographs. How many this time?

Just a few... kajillion!

Excuse me, can we cut in front?

We have a hero cake waiting for us.

Oh, sure, right after the sun turns pink

and I grow flowers out of my nostrils

and sing like a tumtum bird.

Sounds good, sure... Sounds great. I can wait until that happens...

That was sarcasm. My real answer is NO WAY!

NEVER! GET REAL!

Gamester X.

Now if you'll be so kind

as to sign my Deep Space Dave Jr. Sippy Cup,

my Deep Space Dave Special Edition Hairpiece,

my Deep Space Dave tuxedo tails,

my Deep Space Dave action figure,

My Deep Space Dave prefabricated home,

My Deep Space Dave top hat,

My Deep Space Dave backwards cap

that you can only wear backwards,

and if you try to wear it forwards, it flips backwards,

and my Deep Space Dave Helicopter.

What'd I tell you? One hour, on the button.

Gah! Ow!

No! It's for my injured little sweet peas who've been so brave!

Again, my suspicion indicators -

If by ,

you mean that my boys deserve another special treat, I agree.

Where's my phone?

...And that's my last skin flap.

Look at me, ma! I'm worth a fortune!

See ya next time, Dave.

Myron.

Okay, it's our turn!

Mr. Deep Space Dave, sir, could you please -

Hold that thought.

Hello? Yes, of course, Hot Lips!

Anything for you!

Sorry, sad and pathetic fans,

I only have time for one more autograph.

Woohoo! Over here! That's us!

All that sneaking around,

and we didn't even get his autograph.

Let's just crawl back

into these soft, warm bandages before...

...that happens.

I knew it! Monkey fakery!

I'm devastated!

How could you? Such deceit!

Such sneakiness! Such trickery!

And to think I called

my good friend Davey-poo to come over,

just to make you feel better.

"Davey-poo?" Do we know a Davey-poo?

I'll be waiting in the hot tub, babe.

Guava or key lime scented bubble foam?

Oh, you pick, chunket!

Huh? Wah!

And as for you two...

Oh, I can't stay mad at my boys.

See you for dinner next week!

Love you, Sweet Peas! Ta-ta!

Wow, I can't believe we got away

with all of that totally monkey free.

Yeah, no comeuppance.

That's the kind of ending this monkey likes.

Ahem, gentlemens -

I got your 'uppance' right here...

Oh, I stubbed my toe!

I have a distended eyebrow!

My mouth has been invaded by eels!

Can you break your butt? I broke by butt.

And once again, robo exits left...

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Must hide, gotta hide!

Out in the open, in plain view, vulnerable...

No way, bro! I'm hiding here!

And here.

And here. And here.

And here. C'mon!

You gotta make with the roomski!

He's coming!

Sorry. Occupied.

Let me in!

For the love of all things monkey

you have to let me in!

The inhumanity! The loathsome fear!

The squishiness! Help me!

My mind is tearing itself apart!

Let me in!

No!

Hey poppers, lockers, and jaw droppers.

It's time to shake your rattle,

rump your roast, and get your groove on.

That's right, the doctor is throwing

another legendary party,

and you're invited.

Ha ha! What up!

Ah! Oh...

Chimpsky out!

Is it safe?

So... How'd it go, Rocket Monkey Gus?

Another Chimpsky party!

So lame.

So painfully lame.

Maybe he won't dance this time.

He dances every time. Lame Chimpsky party flashback!

Ow! Ooh, ow!

Ow!

For me? You shouldn't have.

Happy birthday, Mister Rocket Monkey...

Ahh!

Are you ready to ring in the New Year?

If you insist!

Oh no, no, no, no, no!

Ow! Ah! Oh! Oww!

Oh.

Oh, right...

Somebody, and by somebody I mean you,

has to tell the Doc that his parties

are the worsty worstest worst!

What if we don't go and just say we have toothaches? Works for me.

C'mon, gentlemens.

You know how much Chimpsky likes to party.

He'd be devastated if no one came.

You're right. I guess so.

Good. You know monkeys-

Ah, ah, ah!

Hey boys, are you ready to par-tay?

My tooth!

Toothy problems!

Oh, my tooth!

Toothaches? On the day of my party!

That's perfect!

Cause I'm throwing a Pain-in-the-Mouth

Dentist party!

Yee-ha! Spit 'n' rinse, boys!

Chimpsky out!

Wait!

All his other parties sounded fun but were terrible.

This one sounds terrible, so maybe it'll be fun!

Yay!

Nope. This is one terrible party.

Great party, huh guys?

I think everyone else is coming late, yeah.

How 'bout a root canal to kick things off?

What? I can't hear you over this terrible music!

This terrible party is just terrible!

Uhm... by terrible he means...

Really terrible. So terrible.

Completely terrible in all

possible definitions of the word. The terriblest.

Terrible.

Are you saying that I'm terrible? Me?

The Chimpsky Man? I'm terrible?

Uh, no!

Actually, terrible is Flemish

for incredibly fun!

It is? Then that's not the word I wanted.

I meant to say...

He meant to say... Terri-bull.

Like can you believe it?

This party is so terri-bull, man!

But if it's really so terri-bull,

then why didn't anyone come?

Wow, you and your questions.

The invite! You wrote the wrong day!

Everyone thinks the party's happening tomorrow!

I believe the invite did say-

Really? Phew!

I knew it wasn't me! Couldn't be me.

That was almost super-devastating.

That means tomorrow's gonna be the "terri-bulliest"

Chimpsky party ever!

'Cause Chimpsky's back!

There! Problem solved.

What solved?

Dr. Chimpsky is expecting a packed house tomorrow.

We have 24 hours to round up guests

and throw the most amazing party ever.

When you say "we", you mean "you", right?

No! "We" means us!

Okay, alright.

So... Chimpsky party tomorrow?

I'd rather chew my own face off.

Can I mark that as a soft yes?

Not so soft.

I'm imprisoned forever and even I don't want to go.

I'd rather go to a movie.

Friday night?

It's a date.

No. Nyet. Nein. No-way Jose.

No to everything you say, will say and have said!

Never. Never. Never. Never.

Never!

What exactly are you trying to say?

So monkeys, how'd we do?

I got 18 firm "no"s, three "I'd rather have hot pokers

shoved in my ears", and one maybe.

The maybe was me.

And how about you, Gus?

I got a wrench in the face.

Well, I struck out as well.

But on a positive note, I have a date for next Friday,

so things you know, kind of looking up for me...

Attention, GASI swine! Attention!

Okay, I'm saying it. Okay.

The Federation of Uunks has decided to obliterate you!

Yeah! You tell 'em, Fuunk!

I just told them... Well keep telling them.

Really? Great timing!

Cuz you're just in time for Dr. Chimpsky's latest party!

Uh... Chimpsky party?

You know what? Is it 4 o'clock already?

I think we have to go.

Uh, yeah, um... we... seem to be breaking up.

Oh, what's that?

Ooh! You do good static noises!

Thank you. I've been working...

Step on it, Fuunk! Oh I'm stepping!

Maybe we should just tell the Doc the truth.

What's the worst thing that could happen?

Hey, boys!

I'm really looking forward to the terri-bull party!

Unless no one shows up.

In which case I'll probably go crazy with grief

and blow up GASI Headquarters!

And then I'll lose my job,

Yay-Ok will be sold for scrap metal

and you boys will be sent to the Death Jungle...

Anyways, Chimpsky out!

Death jungle doesn't sound so bad.

Better than a Chimpsky party.

Ugh, the worst.

All right,

who's ready to get this party started

up here in the house?

Who am I kidding? What are we going to do?

Dr. Chimpsky is going to see that no one showed up!

No, he won't.

I locked the door so he can't get in.

I call that... problem solved!

Hey, let me in!

Boys, I'm just outside the door here...

La-la-la-la-la! Problem still solved!

We can't just leave the Doc out there all night, can we?

I mean... Can we?

Wow, your party is packed! So "terri-bull"!

It sounds amazing.

But, you know what, not everyone's there!

Really? Who's missing?

Me! Doctor Vivian Chimpsky.

Lame. Who invited him?

Gus, Wally, shh!

Of course, Dr. Chimpsky!

Come in. Actually, wait!

We're out of soda!

I can't believe we're out of soda...

Would you mind pick some up for us please?

But I just bought ten cases.

Wow! I'll be right back!

That bought us some time.

I'm back!

We... also need party balloons!

Like the ones I'm holding?

Actually he meant the square kind!

Shaped like balloon animals!

Wearing party hats! With moustaches!

Okay. Enough of the party favours!

It's time to rump rattle and roll!

Let me in! That's an order!

Okay... I'm just about to open the door.

I'm turning the knob, trying to think of a reason not to...

My hand is slowly rotating the knob...

I'm almost there... I'm turning it...

I cannot watch this humiliations.

Wait a sec, hold on!

Is this a paper bag party?

Paper bag party? That's the lamest idea yet-

I mean yes!

You have to put one on to get in!

Thanks, I wouldn't wanna look silly!

S'cuse me. Pardon me.

Wow! So crowded in here! It's crazy!

Darling! You look fantastic!

Ooo la-la, set phasers to stunning!

Oh man, this party is terri-bull.

I love it! I gotta take a peek!

No! Foam party!

My eyes!

There. I think I can see now. Spotlight!

Ah!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Me? Really? I'm touched.

I really am.

Also slightly blinded.

It's so wonderful to see all my dear friends here

even though I can't see any of you.

Is everybody ready to party?

Huh? Are ya? I can't hear you!

Now just the ladies!

Now just the Rocket Chickens!

And where're my Rocket Slugs at?

You've made an old doctor very happy.

Can we kill the spotlight so I can see all my amazing friends?

Quick Monkeys! Do something!

Everyone clear out!

Alright let's go!

Come on now! On your way!

But Officer. We just got started!

Not my call, Doc.

The chief says to me, Patty he says,

"You gotta ticket that gulli-ball Doc on account

of him throwing the most terri-bull parties ever."

Consider this a warning, Chimpsky.

Never again!

Never ever, never ever

never never ever ever again!

Fine, fine.

Even the police think I'm "terri-bull".

I'm getting this ticket framed, absolutely!

If you'll excuse me... I'm just so darned proud!

Dodged a few bolts there, huh?

I can't believe that worked!

What worked?

Uh... Dance party! Everybody dance!

Ch-ch-ch-Chimpsky style!

Yeah! Ch-ch-ch-Chimpsky style!

Ah, oh...

I meant to do that. Ow.

Ahhh... Nothing like taking a monkey-free moment for yourself.

Nice and quiet.

Wait... A little too quiet if you ask me.

I can't help feeling a sense of foreboding

and a slight tingling in the back of my bolts...

Ahh!

Yay-OK! Yay-OK!

Aye...

We caught this shady-looking robot

lurking outside the ship.

He says he's delivering something called "mail."

Like that's even a thing!

No, Rocket Monkeys. Mail is a thing.

You write a letter to someone, put a stamp on it,

and simply send it to them to read.

What? Umm... I don't...

Writing?

So somebody else writes it for you?

They can look at it and know what you...

Is that magic?

Never mind.

We have not received mail for a long time.

Thank you, Mr. Mailbot.

Sorry for the confusion.

You may already be a winner... Re-elect Eisenhower...

Sassybot Magazine sampler- oh, I'll take that one.

Oh, and a present for my monkeys.

Give it! Gimme gimme!

Huh? What? What is the?

I wonder... Is it alive?

Is there an on switch? Can we eat it?

I say we eat it!

No! Not for the eating.

This is a recorded movie on what is called VHS.

You see, many years ago there was

a wondrous device called a VCR...

Personally I preferred the higher quality of BETA.

Boring!

You're boring us!

We wanna watch the movie!

You are in luck.

I can still play this VHS tape because I am very-

Super old? Were you going to say "super old"?

You were, weren't you? No, I was going to say extremely versatile.

Hmm. Let's see. "Rated M for Monkeys."

That's us!

"Not suitable for non-monkeys."

That's you!

"Watch only if you dare."

We dare! We dare! We dare!

Hurry up, Yay-Ok! Get the lead out! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Step one. Insert tape here...

Step two. Press play!

Rated M for Monkeys.

No robots!

Fine. I did not want to watch it anyway.

Oh yeah, Monkey movies...

Probably just ninety minutes of poop jokes...

Enjoy your movie!

Look out behind you!

Don't go in the basement!

The call is coming from inside the rocket!

Just warming up.

"I... am...

Scared... Yellow!"

Bored!

Hey bro, you're out of luck.

I just got the last breakfast banana.

Yellow!

Hmm...

Wait. Why'd I run from that banana?

I love bananas. They taste just like bananas.

Isn't that right, happy-monkey face poster?

Yellow!

Hey Wally! Just in time.

Monkey bro selfie. Say cheese!

Yellow!

Not sure why I'm running away scared.

It's okay.

I'm probably just jittery 'cuz I have to go tinkle.

Huh, amber...which is kinda like yellow!

My plan has worked!

Thanks to my blood-curdling hypno-beam movie,

those awful Rocket Monkeys are terrified of the colour yellow.

Though to be honest I've often thought of myself

as more of an "ecru". Perhaps an ivory...

Nevertheless, now they'll finally leave me alone!

This episode is finished! Roll credits!

Yes? Uh-huh...

Eight more minutes left in this episode?

Well, I suppose I could go over to their ship

and revel in my victory, but that would cut into

my spinning class...

Alright! I'm going, Ira!

Stay away from me!

Bro, relax!

You know you always get this way when you miss breakie.

How about some scrambled eggs? Yellow!

Macaroni and cheese? Yellow!

Raincoat? Yellow!

Gold doubloons? Yellow!

Skunk? Ye- wait. That's not yellow.

Sorry. Yellow!

Be afraid, defenseless monkeys.

For I am yellow!

Yellow...ish.

Hey Banana-Man. Thanks for coming by.

We were all out of bananas.

I am not a banana!

And aren't you scared of my yellowness?

Yeah, right, so scared.

Wait, didn't you watch the movie I sent you?

So boring. Also, not enough popcorn.

Fine.

I'll get you more popcorn.

Yellow!

It'll just take a second to rewind.

Rewind?

Just eat your popcorn like a good little monkey.

Sorry... It sometimes takes a while...

This is kind of embarrassing... So what's new?

Love what you've done with the rocket... Very nice...

Yeah... I expected it to be warmer this time...

Oh no, I know... terrible weather...

It's always too hot!

But you know, seasons are really kind of immaterial...

You don't know how to dress! What are you supposed to wear?

We're on different planets.

You can't really tell what season it is...

Finally!

Now get ready for the fright of your life!

Evil butter!

Da-Da-Da! Show's over, monkeys!

Pretty thin story line... kinda slow.

Not much character development...

I really didn't like the main couple,

they didn't really seem to have a convincing relationship.

I don't get it. I give it six poops out of ten.

Yellow!

More yellow-ish!

Success!

Now my long battle against

those horrible Rocket Monkeys is truly over!

This chapter of my life is closed!

Finito! Over and done with.

Really? Five more minutes.

fine.

We'll be right back.

Such a beautiful day!

And thanks to the success of my brilliant plan,

I never need to deal with those

horrible Rocket Monkeys ever again.

Run for your life!

That was odd...

What a strange and mysterious universe we live in!

Get that evil yellow off him!

Why are you doing this?

Just quit squirming while we bruise you

back into a deep delicious brown!

This is for your own good!

Ooga booga!

They won't be trying that again any time -

Oh, who am I kidding.

Is it me?

It can't be me. It's them, right?

If it was me I'd know it... it's gotta be them...

I'm having a soak here!

All right! I'm coming!

Whatever it is you're selling I don't want it!

Hello? Anybody there?

Oh hahaha, the old 'knock and run', very funny.

Sorry, Lord Peels.

Bombs away!

There. Yellow's all gone. No need to thank us.

Now you're just a run of the mill... Regular ol'...

Completely delicious...

Totally delectable...

Chocolate covered banana!

Gah! Stop! Oh! Monkey tongues! Yuck!

Yellow!

They won't stop until they tear the yellow off me!

Think Peel, think... Think deep, think deep...

Go ahead, go to the dark place...

That's it, go dark... Darker... More evil...

That's it... Got it!

Yoo-hoo! Peelio!

Are you still in there?

And yellow? 'Cause we can fix that!

Is somebody outside?

I can't tell unless they ring the doorbell.

Which isn't booby-trapped at all!

Doorbell?

I don't see a bell on the door.

Doesn't sound like a place a bell should be.

There! There!

Just press the button! Do I have to do everything?

You're yellow! You are yellow!

Ah! Yellow, you're yellow!

What are you two doing? Not in my house!

Yellow! You're yellow!

Outside, monkeys!

Outside! Stop it! Enough!

Yellow!

Also yellow!

- ish.

You know, this uh, could take a while.

You care to pass the time with a movie?

Ooh, DVD!

"Orange: Which Came First, the Colour or the Fruit?"

You know, I've always wondered!

Well, it looks like we'll be watching it back at the rocket!

Ahh! Yellow!