Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Emergency! This is an emergency!

Do you hear something, Wal?

Just that annoying alarm that's been blaring for

the last three hours and scaring off all the sofa snackies.

I guess we should pee our pants and run off screaming.

I already tinkled, but I'm down with the-

Deploying safety suits!

Whoa! Rocket Monkeys, relax!

It is not a real emergency.

It was just a drill.

Which, FYI, you failed miserably.

Wait a monkey-second. Back up.

Before you said "failed" and "miserably",

did you say..."Drill"?

Yes, drills! Extremely important.

You know, honing your survival skills,

preparing for the worst.

It could be the difference between life and death!

I'm so bored with what he's talking about...

Well on to plan B...

Welcome to your brand new Panic Room!

Ahh!

That's right!

Your GASI panic room is equipped

with its very own bouncy abode!

And after a hard day's bouncing

why not go bananas...

For bananas!

Ooh! Banana flappies!

Banana cookies!

Banana lip!

Banana apples! - Banana nose cups!

Mmm. I can really taste the panic.

And this is your brand new

Hole-in-the-floor- that-you-can -jump-into!

Woohoo!

You really thought of everything!

H-h-h-h-hole

in the f-f-f-f-f-floor?

And all this can be yours.

If the emergency is right!

The panic room! You panic!

The panic room! You panic, you panic!

Okay, presentation over. Let's go.

Get the lead out. Move your tails.

Is dragging us away from the most

awesome room in the galaxy a drill?

Oh no. This is no drill.

This room is strictly for real emergencies.

No! No! I wanna stay! Wah! Wah! Do not wanna go.

Emergency! This is not a drill!

I can't see! It's all gone dark!

I am no longer processing images with my eyes!

Help!

I'm being chased by a whatever that thing is!

We have to go to the panic room!

Wally, eyeballs back in, please.

Gus, taking your poorly-made monster

for a wagon ride is not an emergency.

Neither qualifies for official panic room status.

Requests denied.

Ah!

Emergency!

What is it? We're out of toilet paper!

And now the toilet's overflowing!

And now Wally is drinking toilet paper water!

It's true!

Panic room time!

Hold on a minute...

since when do you two use toilet paper?

I mean correctly

He's got us on a poophole.

I believe the correct term is "loophole."

Poop, loop. No one likes a smarty bot!

Fire!

Monkeys in danger!

Mostly Wally! Oh the fire!

The humanity! The fire-manity!

The hu-firety!

Fire! That is a real emergency.

See! I told you! Panic room please!

Stay calm, Wally!

Stop, drop, and roll!

Okay. That is not a fire.

Uh, that is a birthday cake.

No emergency, no panic room.

Aww!

Hot!

OK, here is a list of panic room-worthy emergencies:

Rampaging Gorgonzilla...

I don't like that one. Next!

Flying uncontrollably into a supernova.

Not feeling it. Pass!

Evil villain with a diabolical plot.

That's the one! Thanks for the suggestion, brobot!

You're welcome. Wait! What?

To all evil villains in the galaxy,

we really want to use our amazing panic room.

Photos attached.

So come on down and get all diabolical up in here.

And send!

Okay. Let's see...

That's one Deep Space Dave action figure: Alien hunter.

Check.

One Deep Space Dave action - Shark fighter.

That's a Check.

And One Deep Space...

Ma! Where's my Deep Space Dave action figure: sous chef?

I threw it out!

What? You threw them out?

You're too old to be playing with dolls.

They are not dolls! They're valuable collectibles!

Ooh! Just wait 'til I have my own place, mom!

You? Leave here? Ha! That'll be the day.

Hilarious...

And it has a bouncy castle!

And a smoothie machine!

And empty places for all our collectibles!

And a hole you can stand in!

Sounds perfect.

I'm moving out, Ma! You hear me?

Gamester X is spreading his wings!

Cutting the cord! Hitting the road!

The bindle is packed and he's hiking the rails!

I'm outta here! Chuga-Chuga-Chuga-Trains!

You want me to pack you a lunch?

Never! A clean break, Ma!

You hear me? A clean- ow!

- Got it.Clown wigs? Pork sleeve?

Got it. Trombone made out of candy?

Got it. Chin remover kit?

Got it. 35 pounds of manure?

Got it!

Comics? Check. Clean undies?

We don't have that.

We're all packed up and ready to panic!

Emergency! Emergency!

Evil villain with a diabolical plot detected.

Let the panicking begin!

Open up! Open! Come on!

Hey! Open! Help us out, you door! Open up you filthy door!

Come on you stinking door! Door, stupid door!

It won't open because it's already occupied...

Wait for it...

By an evil villain with a diabolical plot!

What? Why?

How? When?

Who? Splord?

Wally, that last one's not even a word, seriously.

Look at me now, Ma! Top of the world!

Woo hoo!

Myron, are you bouncing?

You know how your tumtum gets!

Especially with no num-nums in it!

I don't care! You're not the boss of me!

Whoa... a little light-headed...

Hey! He just barfed in our hole!

No fair!

That should be us hole-barfing!

Not anymore, monkey-losers!

This panic room is under new management.

From now on, everything in here

belongs to Gamester X, that's me!

Time to make lunch, my way!

Okay machine, food my face!

Oh no! He's face-fooding!

With our face food!

Oh yeah... Oh.

Bananas!

I hate bananas!

What? Why?

How? When?

Who? Splord!

Once again Wally, not a word.

It's time for another genius plan

to get our panic room back!

Is it cool if we come in? No.

Oh, he's good.

This is going to be tougher than I thought.

Hello, sir! In need of a genuine vacuum cleaning machine?

Well, you're in luck! This beauty has three speeds!

Including suck!

Ok, I'm uh, standing right here.

Mind if we come inside for a demo?

Go away.

Door-to-door nose cleaning? - No!

Complimentary chocolate foot massage? No solicitors!

Toilet flushing made easy? Leave me alone!

Noxious Gases sprayed in your face? Private property!

Lizard care? No trespassing!

Ohh..

some banana-free home cooking.

Freaking starving over here!

Hmm... Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I work very hard not to think.

Exactly.

Well, tough times call for tough measures.

Oh that's so gross.

Literally nothing edible in there...

Myron, are you in there?

Mom, is that you?

You mean you don't recognize

your own mother's voice?

Of course I do. But you sound nothing like her.

I've got the flu. - I've got a flold.

Oh my poor little 45 year old man-child...

You must be so hungry.

Look what mommy made for you...

Plutonium Perogies!

Your favorite!

I take it all back, mom! I'll never leave home again!

Oh I'm your little Myron Byron!

I just wanna come back and nestle ya!

I'm so sorry!

Wait! Where's mom?

What about my perogies?

Sorry, nerdsie. How about a slice of bolt brisket.

Yes, anything.

It can't be worse than bananas.

Oh... Ugh...

I was wrong. Oh that's way worse!

I'd take a banana to wash that down...

Mommy, I'm coming Home!

Monkeys, what are you doing in here?

Diabolical villain has left.

There is no more emergency. No need for panic.

But... but... Look, uh... an asteroid!

My socks don't match!

I have the vapours!

Somebody is stealing my thoughts!

I can't stop kicking my own face!

Silence!

Okay, rocket monkeys. One more time.

This is a closet. This is a washroom.

Do we understand?

Enough with all the techno garble.

Just give it to us straight.

I couldn't simplify it more.

Washroom... Closet.

No, that is the closet!

Are you sure? The one with the coats?

Yes! - "If coats you are seeing,

it's not for the peeing."

Now lesson two: using toilet paper versus clothing...

Yay-Ok, I'm afraid all monkey lessons must stop.

It's come to my attention

that you did not graduate from Comp-Sci High.

What? You- ah, what?

This is an outrage!

I demand a full public inquiry!

I would like to see documentation

from these accusations!

Yay-Ok, we have video of you

not graduating from Comp-Sci High.

Look at me now, Daddybot!

Who said I couldn't graduate? Who said I couldn't do it?

Well Yay-Ok dones and did it!

Not so fast, Mr. Cool Bot.

I said Jay-Ok, not Yay-Ok.

Congratulations. The world's your oyster.

You will never graduate!

Uh...Well I may have forgotten to hand in

a couple of assignments there-

Enough excuses.

Until you go back and get your diploma,

you can no longer teach rocket monkeys.

As of now, school's out.

Oh! That is the closet!

Like we're going to listen to anything you say!

Yeah! Faker!

I don't get it.

You seem pretty happy about going back to school.

It's true. I cannot wait to go back to Comp-Sci High.

At Comp-Sci-High, I was considered

quite the cool-bot!

Whoa!

'Ey!

Ah, the memory files!

You still got it, Yay-Ok! Look at you!

Okay... Nothing to it, Yay-Ok.

You just do it. You do it!

Yay-Ok is in the house!

Hey, what gives?

This is Comp-Sci-High, not the morgue.

Hey dude, Yay-Ok's the name,

robo-cool's the game, right?

Slap me some aluminum, you nerd.

Outdated application.

Whoa! Who pooped on his memory stick?

See you, nerdbot.

Hello ladies.

Everything's going to be ok...

Yay-Ok, if you know what I mean.

Creep, creep, creep.

Ahh!

Playing hard to process.

I get it, I get it, but I like it!

Education upload begins in three, two, one.

Time for class.

Let's compare algorithms after lunch.

Good morning tablets.

Good morning Mr. Bytezenburger.

Formulate into your network study pods.

Yo, Mr. Bytezenburger, huh!

I figured you'd be blue-screened years ago.

You remember me? It's Yay-Ok!

Give it up!

Everyone, this is Yay-Ok!

Take a good long scan.

He is a prime example of an old school failure-bot.

What? Huh? What? Whoa!

You can't be talking about me!

Yay-Ok attended Comp-Sci-High years ago.

Back then I computed that he would never

amount to more than cleaning up after crazy monkeys.

So what function did you end up doing,

Mr. "Cool Bot"?

I...uh... my career path led me

to clean up after crazy monkeys.

L.O.L. L.O.L. L.O.L.

Typical failure-bot.

L.O.L. L.O.L.

L.O.L. L.O.L. L.O.L.

L.O.L. L.O.L. L.O.L.

Ahh!

This is all too hard...

Welcome home!

Don't you look smart?

So how was your first day at school?

Did you make new friends?

No! None!

Mr. Bison Burger thinks that I am a failure.

Everyone LOLed at me.

And I'm never going to graduate.

I hate you, gentlemens!

I do not hate you actually, I am just emotional...

But I am never going back to that bad school again!

Way to give up, Yay-Ok!

Yeah, we knew you couldn't do it!

Now can you make me a grilled banana sammy? Make it a double.

Peel on the side?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I couldn't help overhearing...

Mainly because I'm a sad, lonely man who has nothing better to do

than eavesdrop on a pair of silly monkeys.

But if Yay-Ok doesn't go back to school,

then no diploma.

No diploma means no job.

No job means no grilled banana sammies.

Huh? Yeah.

Yay-Ok, you're going back to school!

Never! You cannot make me!

Now that's laugh out loud funny!

That's going on Spacebook!

You monkeys getting this?

Yeah, totally. No problem.

Okay brobot, time to quit sniffling and get learning!

Our grilled banana sandwiches hang in the balance.

But everyone will L.O.L at me.

Just forget about what happened before.

Yesterday was yesterday and today is today.

So tomorrow will be two days after today's yesterday.

Exactly!

Well, unless it's a leap year...

Oh, but the one carries over.

If today is tomorrow's yesterday...

Yeah but in the Greek calendar it's actually tomorrow,

so we'd have to slip it. Yeah but the Mayans do it backwards.

I know but they reset, every twenty-four thousand years. So today is already tomorrow.

Yeah, okay. So in... So you divide by Wednesday.

Umm... I am late for class, gentlemens.

L.O.L. L.O.L. L.O.L.

Yay-Ok, you are a disruption

to the whole school! Detention!

I'll never get my diploma,

and my monkeys will be sandwich-less,

for the foreseeable future...

Unacceptable! How dare you?

This is bigger than you, brobot.

Wal, it's time to teach Yay-Ok what school's really about.

Uh...Learning?

L-Lear-ning? Learning?

Studying?

No, brobot. No!

It's about having fun!

Mixing it up!

Having a blast!

Making some memories!

Stirring the milk shake!

Hangin' out with kids you'll never talk to again!

Yeah! Gettin' to know nobody!

I don't see how that's going to help me graduate...

but I've gone along with crazier monkey plans before.

Okay monkeys, open the door and let's get this fun started!

Monkeys?

Gym is no time for fun and games.

Get the lead out! Come on, move it, move it!

I always hated gym class.

Ball!

Quick, Wally! More balls!

Ow. The pain... Is so invigorating.

Ow! Yay!

Ow! Invigoration! Ow! Joy!

I like it...

It's working! They like me!

Yay-OK!

You think throwing balls is funny?

He thinks it's hilarious.

L.O.L. L.O.L.

Anyone who's LOL-ing,

detention, now!

I blew it, okay.

Because of my shenanigans everyone has detention.

They must hate me even more!

H.H.H H.H.H H.H.H

You see! Who knows what horrible thing that means!

Correction. We are cheering for you.

Hip hip hurray! Hip hip hurray!

You showed us the importance of fun.

That's the nicest things that anyone-

Quiet! And like I said Yay-Ok,

You will never graduate!

Well, might as well go out with a bang!

Remember students, there is no room

for self-expression in music. Let's begin.

Argh! What is that racket?

Hello Comp Sci High!

Are you ready to control alt rock?

Put me down!

Detention for you! Detention for you!

Detention for everyone!

Heh. Who knew you could get a degree

in Classroom Disruption?

Congratulations, I've never been so proud.

However!

You're still only qualified for basic Monkey service.

Surprisingly, I'm cool with that.

Who's up for a grilled banana sammy?

That is still the closet.

At least this time I used toilet paper.

And that was my diploma.

L.O.L. L.O.L. L.O.L.

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Yay-OK!

I need the Rocket Monkeys.

You know, Gus, Wally. Where are they?

If I were a guessing robot,

I'd say they were sleeping, or pooping,

or sleeping and pooping.

And the issue is? GASI has just released its top ten

most dangerous criminals list.

This information must be communicat-

Fascinating!

Whatcha making, brobot?

Well -

Whoa, whoa, whoa, monkeys!

I have to cook it first. So, is it ready yet?

No, it's not yet. What about now?

No, it's not yet gentlemens, I told you -

What about now? No.

Wally, you keep pestering Yay-OK

while I get Ol' Red.

There you are, my dearest ketchup friend...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold it a monkey minute.

Ketchup on my banana bread? I must protest!

Ketchup is the red wonder sauce.

It makes everything taste like... ketchup!

C'mon, ol' timer.

Oh, you're a tight one aren't ya?

A little stubborn. Let her go. Loosen up...

Come on!

It's righty tighty, lefty loosey!

My left or your left?

There are different lefts?

Well, there's a certain left on my arm

that's not the same as the left on yours. Yeah, but if we're facing each other back to back in a mirror -

Well no, that means both of our rights become our lefts.

So we each have two left hands?

Well, I use my foot sometimes. Is that right?

Yes.

It pains me to say this,

but I have many bottles of ketchup

which you can ruin my delicious banana bread.

Powdered ketchup, there's Pellet Ketchup,

I Can Totally Believe It's Not Ketchup,

or you can make your own.

Never!

Don't insult us with your knock-off ketchups!

I'll have you know this precious ketchup bottle

is the cornerstone of our family's private collection...

Given to us by our dear old Grandpapa...

Before he -

before it was time for him to go.

Boys, use this only on the best banana bread.

And remember, this ketchup,

it comes from the heart.

Heart ketchup...

I wish I had the time

(cough) to taste it myself before I go...

That's so sad, I tell you.

Tragic. Life is so unfair!

Relax brobot, he was just going to the bathroom.

Oh yeah!

The point is this ketchup is super special

and meant only for banana bread.

If only there was a way to open it!

What is the answer to this most perplexing dilemma?!

As I was saying before,

here is GASI's top ten most wanted villains list.

Number Ten - The Grasper,

a nasty criminal with a ferocious death grip.

Oh, is that powdered ketchup there?

Would you mind if I had a dip?

The Grasper!

Perplexing dilemma solved!

Me steal sniggets!

Where sniggets?!

I look over there, no sniggets!

I look over here, no sniggets to steal.

Where are sniggets?! - Oh no!

I sure hope no one grabs this bottle I'm holding

and twists it open

and steals all the sniggets inside!

Tempted? - Sniggets!

Put your back into it! Pry into it like it owes you money!

Give it the ol' 'night school try'!

You can do it. Any time.

Come on. You're so good at this. You can do it.

You can do it...

You're heroes, Rocket Monkeys!

You've defeated one of GASI's most wanted criminals!

I'm checking him off the list right now.

Checkity-check, gone! Well done!

Pfft. Some criminal.

He couldn't even open our ketchup bottle!

Ketchup? Have you tried the powdered stuff?

It's delish... Gahh!

Quick, who's the next super-criminal

on your top-tenny- enny-enny list?

How about "The Turner?"

But be careful, Rocket Monkeys.

This villain is very, very, very dangerous!

That's three "very"s, so watch your step.

Did you forget you're talking to a couple of galactic heroes?

Who need ketchup!

Which reminds me - Is the banana bread ready yet?

No! Not yet!

Would you stop with the asking!

It does not make things go faster

the more you ask if it is ready!

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Turner!

I have a big, huge bottle ready for opening,

Mr. Turny-Turny Turner!

Are you tempted by this?

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Now that we have your attention,

why waste your impressive bottle-opening skills

on this lame excuse for a twist-top

when you can take THIS baby for a spin?

Ketchup!

Ow, my back!

Rocket Monkeys! You did it again! Amazing!

But still no ketchup! Quick! Give us another name!

Someone with a little strength this time!

How about The Opener?

The French Wrench?

Vinny the Vice?

Check, check, check, and... a big check.

Your Top Ten list is sooo lame!

Yeah, it's getting so you can't

count on criminals for anything these days!

Well, since you monkeys are on a hot streak, I give you...

The Twister.

Sounds perfect.

But be warned - He's the most wanted.

Not as wanted as my ketchup!

That'll teach ya to talk back, pickles!

What are you looking at, Mayo?!

You think your top can't get popped?

Mango Salsa -

Aren't you just two things that don't go together...

Excuse me, Mr. Twister, sir.

What do youse guys want?

Our brobot is making banana bread,

and we thought that if youse could open

this ketchup bottle over here,

we'd give youse a slice over there.

What do youse say over here?

I'd be glad to help youse guys.

Youse a nice criminal.

Pop-a-top! Pop-a-top!

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

No way, suckers!

Since you got the rest of my gang arrested,

I'm taking this here ketchup for myself.

No way, it's ours! Give it back!

Oh, you want this back?

Well, you gotta prove you're Top Ten Most Wanted material first.

Pfft. No problem! We were born bad.

Oh really?

Yeah, I borrow Gus's undies without even asking!

Sometimes I get meat

and I wait 'til the sale-by date is past...

then I eat 'em!

I put too many stamps on letters!

I put only one,

but it's enormous

and you can't even read the address,

and the postman can't send it!

So it sits there,

destroying the system, man!

Youse guys got promise, but I'm gonna need to see more.

Stick 'em up!

Give us the rest!

Yeah, hand it over!

You know, youse two just might have a future in this!

Pretty good haul.

Mister Twister, look what we got you!

I'll have you know,

I am a very important heir

to, uh, quite an immense fortune!

Kidnapping? Nice one, furbags!

But you barely roughed him up.

Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!

That's more like it!

So what kind of ransom did you ask for?

Gus, Wally.

A ransom is a pile of money

someone pays to free their loved one -

that would be me - from fakey bad guy criminals -

that would be youse two.

Who's gonna pay money for you?!

Dr. Chimpsky,

if you want this bot back alive,

you need to give us, uh...

one - more than one -

uh, several, many...

How many... a gazillion sniggets!

For Yay-OK?

Not doin' it. Not gonna happen.

Eleventy billion? Not gonna give you one red snigget.

A Brazillion? Not worth anything.

Validate my parking? Chimpsky out.

What a couple of disappointments!

No ketchup for youse two!

Oh, that's my banana bread.

Whoa! Whoa! Hold on. It makes banana bread?

This robot's not for sale.

Wait! You have to try it with ketchup!

Sure, I'll give it a go.

Disgusting!

The jig is up!

Oh, you got me, copper! It was a good run...

Not you! I'm here for the monkeys.

Your bogus crime spree ends here, monkeys!

Monkeys, you got a visitor!

Yay-OK! You brought us banana bread!

With ketchup!

I think you will find it very "freeing."

Huh? "Freeing," gentlemens?

Freeing?

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Wait, monkeys!

Oh, you're eating the escape tools I baked inside!

Well, maybe jail won't be so bad.

Hey, it's the two monkeys that got us pinched!

Wally! We need those escape tools!

Start pooping! I'm already pooping!

Push it! Push it out, Wally!

I can see it! It's crowning! - You're so beautiful right now.

Ah, this is the life.

Hot... So hot!

Do I have a sunburn? I feel a little tingly.

You look fine.

Yay-OK, make with the swooshy fan action.

I am swooshing as much as one robot can swoosh,

I'll tell you that!

Here's an idea -

perhaps we should not be flying so close to the

BLAZING HOT SUN!!

Always with the naggy robo logic.

You should chill out and go with the monkey flow!

Yeah, chill out, robro...

M-m-m-much b-b-b-better.

Look at my monkeys,

so free to be silly without a care in the world...

Oh! Argh!

If only I could live that way...

Oh, look at me, everyone! I'm a dumb monkey!

Oh look, I'm going to poop where I sit!

But of course, that is not logical.

Wally, why is your tongue stuck to my external casing?

Gus? I told him you were a candy cane.

He's delissshuth! He is?!

As much as I admire your carefree monkey shenanigans -

and I do -

you monkeys are so gullible, I tell you.

You two will believe anything that you're told.

That is so not true!

Look gentlemens, a chocolate cow!

And to think, we thought it was a chair this whole time!

This cow is delicious!

Monkeys, stop! It is just a chair.

You mean you were tricking us? Oh, I would never!

Phew!

Of course I was tricking you!

Robots are programmed to be smart and logical.

And you monkeys,

with your adorable but idiotic hijinks,

are naturally gullible. Are not!

Fine, you're right - Oh look, over there!

Where?! No, I meant over there!

Over here? No there.

Wait, you're tricking us again, aren't you?

Gentlemens, I was just proving my point.

You monkeys are easily fooled.

But even so,

it sure would be nice to loosen the bolts once and a while

and swing around with you monkeys.

I can't believe Yay-OK would try to fool us like that.

And now he wants to be a monkey!

Well, we'll show him who's the gullible one.

Mind if I finish this?

Ow! What the Shin-bot?!

"Pledge brother, you have been chosen.

Take the path

and all your secret desires will come to you."

What is this, some kind of joke?

"This is not a joke.

"Follow the trail to our hidden sanctuary.

You will know it when you see it."

I can't say that I am not curious about...

Aaand slightly less curious.

"You are getting close."

"Hurry up, we haven't got all day."

Gus, Wally? Is that you?

No names!

It's a secret society. Sheesh!

The order of Monkius Rocketus has called to you.

A monkey to be, you seek.

Say what? You wanna be a monkey, right?

Well yes, it is a desire of mine,

though I do have a lot of responsibility as a robot-

Silence!

A monkey ye will be,

if ye can pass the test of three.

If you succeed,

this shall be bestowed upon thee.

Wow, a piece of rope. Just what I've always wanted.

He who wears the ceremonial tail

shall be 100% monkey, no fail.

Let the tests begin!

How many fingers am I holding up?

Two. Okay, you passed.

I thought it was a test of three.

We just said that 'cause it rhymed. Here's your tail.

There, you are now a rocket monkey.

Yeah, whatever.

That is a tail of a monkey!

That is a true monkey tail!

Although the rest of me still looks a little bit like a robot,

and I don't feel any different...

Too roboty! More monkey!

Okay, okay. You know what, you are right.

I must give up my logical ways. I am a monkey now!

I cannot believe it!

Am I really a rocket monkey?

Pinch me if I'm a rocket monkey!

Am I going to do something idiotic?!

I'm going to do something idiotic, am I?!

You are such a monkey! Whatta monkey!

That's one sweet monkey!

You are slopping over with monkey!

Why don't we show Dr. Chimpsky? Yo doc!

This better be important.

You know this is my special trowel time!

Dr. Chimpsky, sir! Look at me!

I'm Yay-Monkay!

FYI, I just pooped behind the console -

just like a monkey!

Don't be silly, Yay-OK!

You're a robot!

You're way too logical, intelligent, and boring

to be a rocket monkey.

Would a boring old robot do this?

Pressing Blue Blinky Button!

My veggies!

Nice work, "Yay-Monkay."

No big monkey whoop!

Yay-OK, you are a BAD MONKEY!

Bad, bad, bad, bad monkey!

Did you hear that?

The Head of GASI called me a bad monkey!

I can't wait to show everyone the new monkey me!

Neither can we!

Now remember, monkeys always burp.

Monkeys don't chew their food.

They barf out what they don't want.

That barf is perfectly good! Eat it!

Now flip the table, monkey style!

This date is over!

So gullible...

I'm a monkey!

That was a nasty!

Wow, Yay-OK is really going for the monkey gusto.

He's acting like a complete monkey idiot!

And to think we had a small part in it.

So proud! So hilarious!

DOOOM!

Daddybot, I have something important to tell you!

I know what I am now!

Have you finally come to your algorithms

and realized you're a doombot

just like your daddybot?

Uh, actually the exact opposite of that...

What I am is a rocket monkey!

Ugh!

You're not a rocket monkey,

you're an idiot-bot!

What? How can you say that?

What about my ceremonial monkey tail?

This is hilarious.

I can't believe Yay-OK

actually thinks he's a rocket monkey!

I don't know...

We may have taken this too far.

What tail, that piece of rope

which hangs from your robo behind?

You're an embarrassment!

What are you doing?!

That was bestowed upon me by the order of Monkius Rocketus!

There's no such thing!

You've been tricked by your idiotic monkey friends!

Robo humiliation!

Your humiliation gives me pleasure!

I am normally not one to show my emotions...

but...

That was too far!

Why?

Why would they do this to me,

to Yay-OK, their friend?

C'mon, brobot!

We were just having some monkey fun with ya!

Yes, no, my life is in shambles.

Uh, my girlbot hates me.

My daddybot thinks that I'm an idiot -

Well, he always thought that -

But it was all, as you call it, "monkey fun."

See! He agrees.

Oh good. Everything worked out.

I was being sarcastic!

I'm a ruined robot!

I can never show my monitor in public again!

Ohhh...

The opposite of what we thought it was before... Yes, what he was saying is exactly not what he meant...

His life is terrible now. Yes.

Time for some monkey solutions!

Not again!

Yay-OK!

Ta-da!

It was us all along!

So you're saying it was you two monkeys

who blew up my garden - twice?

You betcha! Yeah, that's us...

So I went out with two monkeys pretending to be a robot.

Great.

Yup! Yes! That's right...

So you were pretending to be Yay-OK,

pretending to be a rocket monkey?

Yep! You betcha! You got it...

It's totally logical. I buy that.

My sonbot is slightly less disappointing to me now.

Woohoo!

My silly monkeys,

you do care about me in the end.

Of course. We did it out of love.

And comedy. And humiliation.

And comedy.

Ok, no, no, I get it. Apology accepted.

Anyway, I got you something -

a real chocolate cow!

Monkeys! Monkeys!

No? Not interested?