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Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

My turn!

Fly straight and true, oh ink-ed one.

Tic tac splat!

My turn! Tic tac splat!

Tic, tac, splat! Tic, tac, splat!

I won. No, pretty sure I won.

Well it's hard for you to win if you lost,

so I must have won...

The only way I can lose is if if you believe you win.

By process of elimination if you have lost, then I have won.

OK, monkeys, it's clear neither of you

has any idea how to play the game-

Rocket Monkeys, terrible news.

Everything on the internet isn't true?

I have pants that can speak French?

Bonjour!

I'm a woman? I'm two women?

No, no, nothing like that.

I'm afraid Inky must go bye-bye.

What? No!

I can't believe it! Devastation!

My brain is destroyed! Devestating!

Okay, we're done.

As I was saying, it's time for Inky to leave.

According to my scanner, Inky's rental agreement

is almost up.

Inky's a rental squid?

Ewwww!

Yeah, we got him at the Temporary Tentacles Squid Farm.

Don't you remember?

I don't think so.

Don't remember going there...

I think we should flash back. Let's do a flashback!

There are many talented squids here,

perfect for any space mission.

You got your science squid...

Too smart...

Your six-pack squid... Too strong...

Your sous-chef squid...

Too saucy.

Your "what the- is that?" Squid...

Ugh! Icky!

He's perfect!

Can we keep him?

Fine! Fine we'll take that one.

Let's call him Stinky.

Inky for short.

And now Inky has to go back to the Squid Rental Farm.

My hands are tied on this one. See? Chimpsky out.

Inky, you can't go!

I'm really not going to miss that.

or that!

Yay-Ok! How can you be so heartless?

Well for one - spoiler alert - I have no heart.

But hey, I'm going to miss the messy little squid too.

A little. Sort of. Not much.

You were the best. Irreplaceable.

The besty bestest best!

We're gonna have a big party!

The biggy-biggy-biggest!

We'll spare no expense.

I got nothing.

If you have to go, then you're going in style!

Hey inky?

You wanna pass the peanuts?

Guess I should have tied that one off a little better.

Monkeys!

This is Inky's goodbye party.

You must have some uh, fond memories,

uh, fun, funny little anecdotes about Inky...

You know, some hilarious little stories -

liven things up a bit.

It's like a funeral pyre in here!

Well there was that one time that Inky-

I'm going to miss him so much!

Well I guess this is it, ol' buddy.

We're never going to forget you, Inky.

You squirted ink into our hearts

that no one can clean.

Even though you're a cheapo rental squid,

we wish you didn't have to go

Actually, I don't leave until Thursday.

Wha? You talk?

Of course.

But talking wasn't part of the rental agreement.

Oh, right. Makes sense.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So... can I stay 'til Thursday?

Well... this is kind of awkward.

Yeah, not the word I was gonna use, but it's that.

It's very... Something weird. It's very that, really.

We have to move on, there's a lot of things...

There's restructuring that's happening ...

Yeah, we have our place in our lives for someone special

and it's not you anymore... It's an alignment issue.

We're not on the same page... We're moving on...

The job no longer exists...

We like you but the place that I loved you is now dead.

It's here!

There's a simple explanation.

Who's a puppy? Who's a little poo-poo puppy?

We were sad and... I love him so much!

Let's call him Grrr! It's the best name ever!

And look! No gross Inky stains!

Just gross drooly stains.

Way better!

Fine.

I'll just wait in my room until Thursday.

What have you done to my room?

Oh hey, um... sorry, forgot your name.

It's Inky.

Right, it's just little Grrr needed a room of his own.

You understand?

Well, I'm sure your new best friend

won't mind if I just wait over here.

Actually, that's Grrr's bathroom.

Don't eat anything you find in there,

I had to learn that the hard way.

Look how cute Grrr is! Adorable.

Grab the tentacles! - Get it, boy, get it!

Squish that mollusk!

Come on! Shake him around!

I'll show those boys who's really a monkey's best friend...

Wally, you know I would do anything to progress the story,

but this is getting-

C'mon Grrr. Fetch!

Too slow, slobber jaws!

Who's the best pet now?

Certainly not you!

You call that cute hair?

Pathetic!

Inky! Don't be such a toy-hog!

Nice catch, buddy! You're a natural.

That wasn't catching.

That wasn't even trying!

Rental squids are awfully cranky.

Aww!

Check out how smart Grrr is.

Oh yes, what an impressive display of pet intelligence.

Shhh-sha-sha-sha! Watch this.

Stay, stay!

That's smart. So smart. So advanced.

What's-his-name never did tricks like that.

Who are we talking about?

Ah the purple thing; Mr. No Effort.

Whoa! Did you see that?

Finally! Some recognition!

I did!

Grrr just ate his puppy house without even being told to!

He's an inspiration to all of us.

What?

That filthy beast has got to go!

Psst...

Want a puppy?

Yeah!

Grrr! Here boy!

Grrr! Where are you?

Here's the lovely posters we made!

Come on, puppy, puppy!

Here boy! Come on home, buddy!

Puppy Puppy Woof Woof, where you at?

Here boy!

Where are you Pupaloopapupaloopa?

Well, we tried.

I'm never going to get over this.

Never-ever-ever-ever!

Okay, over it. Let's get another pet.

But where are we gonna find one?

Pet for hire! Excellent references!

Free ink refills for your pens and printers!

There's got to be a pet somewhere out there.

Available pet here!

Right here! Ta-da!

Wait!

It's been staring us right in the face all along!

There! Random pick from the GASI pet catalogue.

Oh, come on now!

I'm right in front of your face!

Best random picked pet ever!

Seriously, you ordered an alpaca?

Like we'd be stupid enough to order an alpaca.

It's a llama!

I am an alpaca!

Psst, want a llama?

I am an alpaca!

Catch the ball, Clampy!

Here. Alien lobster. And some butter.

Best single-celled pet ever!

Here... have an amoeba!

Best extinct pet ever!

Here. Mammoth. Go nuts.

Oh... Shame, shamey shame.

That is so disappointing.

How could you? All our beloved pets!

I'm your pet! Not them! Me!

You need me!

Of course we do, but your rental is up.

It's not like we can just rent you again.

Of course you can. I have the paperwork right here.

You just have to sign it.

Chimpsky out!

Oh, I'm so happy to have you back.

Oh your tentacles are like a hundred kisses

every time you touch my face!

Guys, I just want to say how super happy I am to be back...

Shh!

I'm even more

Vikingier than you.

Prepare to meet thy doom!

Freeze!

Explanation please, gentlemens?

We're playing Viking Smash Smash.

That is what I figured.

Here. For your safety.

Game on, gentlemens.

Oh, by the way, your mom called.

She is coming for a visit.

Yay, Mom!

Oh yes, I can hardly wait

for her constant nagging and criticisms.

What fun.

Mama's here!

Aren't you two the cutest...

What is that? A boo-boo?

Hey robot!

What did you do to my beautiful babies?

Welcome Mother Monkey.

They were uh just playing Viking Smash-Smash.

Emphasis on the smash.

Yeah mom, check it out.

You know monkeys with their extreme ouchy fun.

I know my boys

and they do not like violent games.

Oh, you're serious about that one.

It's true. We abhor violence.

I'd like to stomp out violence with more violence!

I'd like to pour salt on its weeping body!

I'd like to build a giant fist out of granite

and then punch violence!

My boys are such gentle souls.

Mom, can you stay for dinner?

Please, pleasy please?

Well, only if it's okay with your robot.

Fine! Fine!

FINE!

Such good friends. The best.

Oh, you do it that way. Interesting.

I call this dish

"Anything I can find in the fridge stew".

My monkeys love it.

They would say that. My boys are very polite.

Mind if I have a little tasty-poo?

A little sippy-sip?

All right, sister.

Take your taste buds on a delicious thrill ride.

So... What do you think?

Are you done?

Hmmm... Needs more cumin.

Monkeys!

Are you ready for tonight's movie?

It's an action thriller

called "Battle Corns"

"A mutant band of foul-mouthed unicorns

cuss their way through a magical adventure."

I don't think so!

My boys hate potty-mouth movies!

We do?

If you really want to watch it, I have an edited version

with all the bad language removed.

Yay...

Yay!

Ok, ladies!

Who's ready for a magical adventure!

The end.

Hmm. Uh-huh.

I told you they'd love it.

With all due respect, you do not know those monkeys

like I know those monkeys.

I'm their mother. I made them possible!

I think I know what's best for them.

Yeah well, you know what, we'll see. Oh we will.

Yeah well we'll see all right.

We will see!

This is way better than a movie!

We'll see, alright!

Bath time! Mr. Gentlemens!

Double time, gentlemens!

Let's get you spit and polished!

Washy-washy. Come on!

Scrub-a-dubby, two monkeys in a tubby.

Bubbles and water and...

Yay-Ok here. Talk to me.

Oh, bless your little robo heart.

Mind if I try?

Be my guest.

Boys! Bath! Now!

Yay! Bath time!

Heh. You can lead a monkey to water,

but getting him to wash off the filth is not so easy.

Boys stay still...

Wally, don't eat that...

Gus don't put that in...

Grrr. How are you getting dirtier?

It's not dirt!

Here.

Let Yay-Ok show you how it's done.

And that is how it's done!

Oh, well, I guess that's one way to do it.

I'll handle this.

What's happening?

They're doing some kind of one-upmanship-thingy.

If we were smart we could take advantage of that.

Good thing we're super smart.

Boys! Sleep! Now!

Could you pass the sugar?

Ooops.

Remember, Mom and brobot are fighting over

who takes care of us the best.

Stick with the script

and the world will be our oyster.

Oysters are those gross slimy blobs, right?

Yup. Cool!

Ahem.

Bro, I could go for a snackie.

But bro, where are you going to get such a tasty treat

at this inconvenient hour?

If only someone really knew us

- say Mom or Yay-Ok -

they could make us the bestest snackie ever...

Wal! Wal! Yes, what?

Line! Line?

It's your line. Oh.

That would totally sway my decision um,

as to who is the best

monkey-looky-afterer.

You don't stand a chance!

My monkeys love my banana splitzilla!

You're dreaming, bot.

My boys are going to go wild

for my banana cream-filled fudge fountain!

Oh we'll see about that!

Oh yeah. Oh we'll see all right!

Yeah, we will see all right!

Oh we'll see!

We'll definitely see!

Seeing is what we'll do!

Oh yeah, really? Yeah!

I will see it and then tell you about it!

We will see! We'll see about that!

Nailed it!

I made your favourite!

Welcome to "Who Loves Gus More"?

And Wally!

The object of the game is to win the affections

of your two favouritest monkeys!

That would be us.

Contestant number one,

show me how much you care!

Behold!

My banana splitzilla.

Presentation- good.

Mouth feel- adequate.

I'm tasting a hint of... Axle grease!

It's my secret ingredient.

Gotta say, not loving the grease.

Or the axle.

Thank you for your thoughtful critique.

Watch and learn, robot.

Behold my banana cream filled fudge fountain.

Oh!

Is this whipped cream hand-churned?

Uh, no. It's from the fire extinguisher.

Not really tasting the love.

It's like neither of you even care. Bingo!

Well, that's what happens

when you don't know your way around the kitchen.

Or when your robot cuts corners.

That grease came from a can you know.

It's working!

Mumsy care bomb away!

Huh. The soft landing says you care...

Yay!

But the lack of altitude says that you wish I was never born!

Single ply?

Obviously you don't care enough!

Hey, where's Mom?

I asked her to get me a Care Fish.

Does this fish say I care?

Too small!

Better...

This is the best.

The besty, bestest, best!

Is there anything they won't do?

I can't wait to find out.

Uh, Wally, are you pressing the intercom button?

Yeah, I like the way it makes my voice all echo-y!

Yeah, that is pretty cool.

We're being played! It's payback time!

What do you say, Wal, another banana cream fudge fountain?

With extra extinguisher foam?

Is there any other way?

Well, all I can say is that it's a good thing

my little monkeys don't know

which one of them we like best.

Oh that would be terrible for them to know.

Who do you like best?

Oh, yes!

Sorry, Wal. They're obviously talking about me.

They said he.

I'm way more "he" than you.

No, if people look at the two of us they say,

"He" when they see me and then they look at you

and they say "Who"!

No, one time my pants fell off at the mall

and everyone's "Hee hee hee hee hee!"

That's like five 'he's!

You know what robot, I think it would be a lot easier

if we didn't like either of them!

I concur there Momma Monkey.

Not liking monkeys

starting... now!

I need to be liked!

Wheel rub?

There's nothing I wouldn't do for my robro!

Ha! Mom knows who she loves more, don't you, Ma?

My pillow needs fluffing.

Ow!

I could use an oil top up.

Could I get you to make me a salad,

but I don't want anything green in it, thanks!

Actually one of my circuits is a little long

and it could use a bit of a trim.

Coming right up from your favorite monkey!

Not if this super lovable monkey gets to it first!

Like this? How's this?

Ah... This is the life!

Oh you got that right, metal man!

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

I'm zigging! I'm zagging!

Throw it already! I'm wide open!

Ooof.

Crunchdown!

I'm the undisputed Fridgebee champion

of the universe!

My turn. Go long, Wal!

He's juking, he's jiving!

Whoa... secret room.

So dark. So empty.

So boring. C'mon, Wal.

Yay-Ok's got some clean-up to do.

Hey Gus, check it out.

Totally on-offy.

I wonder what happens when we flip it?

My bed will be made of cake,

so when I roll over I can just lick it...

I'll grow feet that smell like wieners!

Bananas will come out of my eyes!

So what're we waiting for? Flip it.

Isn't this where we comically debate

the consequences of that action and then,

you know, flip it anyway?

Fine. But make it fast.

What if something bad happens? Don't care.

Same here. Ok, flip it.

You didn't do it right.

It's all in the wrist. Keep it loosey-goosey.

Flick!

Oh, no cake-bed!

I'm gonna take a run at it!

I don't mind a casual game of fridgebee

but I wish they would...

Why does that keep happening?

I'm at 90% charge.

Fresh polish.

Looking pretty good if I do say so,

I mean look at - the Pilates I think is paying off...

Try doing it with your butt.

Those monkeys.

Always seeing what they can do with their butt.

Wait! No, no, no, no!

It can't be!

They've. Found.

The. Switch!

Monkeys! You must leave this hidden room

and never flip that switch again.

Stop freak-a-deaking!

It doesn't even do anything.

Yeah, you flip it and not one banana

comes out of your nose.

Don't!

Did you see that? I sure flippin' did.

Stop it, gentlemens...

Oh yeah, it's very funny...

You can only do this for so long.

I can play the waiting game.

Enough with the flicking!

You've had your fun, gentlemens!

Relax, brobot.

That switch is so snoresky boresky.

Yep. The thrill is gone.

Finally!

A little chill-mode for Yay-Ok.

But this switch looks super-exciting.

Flip it!

No! Whatever you do, do not flip that switch.

That switch is the-

I thought he'd never stop blabbing.

I hear ya brother... Flippadoo!

Quick! Flip the first one again.

Yay-Ok's missing out on all the crashy fun times.

Aw, he's gonna be all "Bad monkeys!

You shut me down and then hit the second switch.

Waa, waa, waa.

I'm a robot with a big, blinky face."

Bad monkeys!

You shut me down and then

hit the second switch, didn't you?

Uh huh!

Ahh! We're going to crash into that sun!

Oy! What a predicament!

And your point is?

We'll be incinerated if you don't flip

the second switch back!

Fine. What a thrill-killbot.

No more!

By the powers invested in me by GASI,

I am commanding you gentlemens

to stop this monkey business!

Aww...

That is enough!

These two switches are off the limits.

No touchy the switchy!

Don't worry. We've learned our lesson.

No more flipping those two switches.

Not when there's a killer Third Switch.

Flipadoodle-ding-dang-doo!

No!

I wonder who that could be.

Only one way to find out.

No, monkeys! Do not answer the door.

Relax. How bad can it be?

I have come...

For you!

Our brobot told us never to go anywhere

with creepy hooded skeleton strangers.

He's a little over-protective, but he means well.

Don't you know who I am?

Why, are you famous?

You might say so...

Nope. Never heard of you.

I don't know... I don't know you.

Well... I've also done a few ads on the radio...

and some voice-over on a Japanese cartoon...

Oh my bolts!

The-the Ghastly Creeper!

In person...

Someone must have hit the Switch of Doom!

Did you not see the warning signs?

Wow. Now that you pointed it out,

they do have a danger, warny kinda vibe.

Yeah, I totally see it now.

Listen uh, your Mister Creepiness,

they're just silly monkeys, flipping switches.

You know, ooo ooo.

That's what they do because they're monkeys.

How unfortunate - for them.

I cannot leave until I take one of you back with me.

It's my Sacred Oath.

Besides, my boss would have my cloak

if I came back empty-handed.

Ooo! So where're we going?

The beach? Skiing?

Should we pack a sweater or a bathing suit?

Or sweating suit?

What did he say?

He said one of us has to pie.

Ooo, I do enjoy a good pie.

No, not pie. Die!

Do you have rhubarb?

No!

So who's it going to be?

Take Wally. It'll be less noticeable.

What? You're older.

You're closer to death anyways.

Also, your face is malformed. You should go.

Yeah but, chronologically you're most likely to die first...

No, but I have so much more to offer the world

because I am excellent

and you are completely faulty in every way.

Yeah but if I die then you have to take care

of Kevin and I'm not gonna lie, he's not a fan.

Well listen, I don't believe in him,

though I can appreciate his reasons

for disliking me.

Whatever. You guys decide.

I've got all the time in the world.

Bwahaha!

So what do you do for fun around here?

Putting the biscuit in the basket!

Top cheese! You see the sauce on that?

Oh sudden death!

Yeah, ooh! Ooh, ooh!

This is me - winning!

Man, for a Harbinger of Death, he sure likes to gloat.

Woopsie!

Hehehe.

You can't cheat death.

Then how am I supposed to win?

Zargles! Death's no fun!

I'm getting a little sick of that Creeper

using all the hot water.

How dirty can a creepy skeleton get?

No consideration for others.

Come on, man!

Hey! I was going to eat those!

Oh, I guess you'll have to make banana bread.

And that is how you give an old coffin a brand new look.

I've had enough of that Ghastly Creeper!

He totally kills the vibe around here.

He ruins our bananas and his TV shows are terrible.

Hey... My foot's asleep.

No! Wally! It's dead!

What can I say?

I give a killer massage.

That's it!

If anyone's gonna go, you are!

You want some of this? Eat monkey!

My bones are encased in skin and muscles, Okay, Wally.

and use them to hurt your bones Wally, okay.

that have no outer coating on them whatsoever!

Alright, let's just regroup here.

Okay, here's my plan.

I flip this Third Switch and Mr. Creepy goes bye bye.

Easy peasy he's gone like breezy.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Oh, I know why...

Because it's never that simple!

And you are never right!

Whoa whoa whoa... We don't know that.

Is this the Rabinowitz funeral?

Nah. That's two rockets over.

Ha ha!

You won't get rid of me that easily.

Since you can't make up your minds

who's coming with me,

I'm taking you both.

All right!

Time for plan 10, two time for plan... K...

Use the alphabetical numbers.

Time for plan X...

That's too many plans, we haven't gotten that high.

Let's go with B.

Time for plan D!

Time for plan... Okay Wally, thank you.

Plan Wally... We got it!

Time for plan got it. Ugh.

Whoa, robro. Easy on the baby screams.

It's a little embarrassing.

Too scary! Make it stop!

I promise to go away!

Cross your heart and hope to die?

Yes! I give you my Sacred Oath.

Good enough for me. Shake on it.

Great.

First my foot dies and now my hand is dead.

Mark my words, monkeys, I'll get you next time.

Yeah that sounds great. We'll mark it down on our calendar.

Yeah I'll put it right next to uh, 'be bored'.

Maybe we'll do a potluck or something.

Oh, he's gone!

I don't know how you did it, but you did it.

Go monkeys!

And we learned a lesson.

Never flip mysterious, evil switches.

Unless -

You find a Fourth Switch!

Flip it! Flip it good!

No! Not the fourth switch!

Actually, that switch ends the episode.

Go for it.

Put me out of my misery.

Seriously monkeys, okay, lets uh,

lets shut her down now,

uh, we're cutting into ad revenue time for the network.

Uh, FYI, this is not a drive-thru restaurant.

Ah, gentlemen, welcome to the Boiling Whale!

How may I be of service to you?

I'm gonna have the mermaid filet

with the sauteed bananas on rice.

And I want you to panfry the rice

in an organic mint balsamic reduction,

then immediately throw it out because rice is yucky!

Got it? Good. Monkey hungry.

I'll have the deep sea monster special.

I can't eat that.

It's adorable.

A little clingy though.

Where's the food?

It's been like two minutes.

Enjoy!

Sublime.

Remember monkeys,

we don't eat out very often, so savor every-

-Bite.

Are you going to finish that?

I hope everything was satisfactory.

Excellent, my good alien!

Now let's see, the bill says 18 sniggets.

So with the tip that's...

Okay, remove the one, carry the four,

put the digit in the dadget and...

18 sniggets.

No tip?

Uh, Rocket Monkey Gus,

you're being a little pinchy with the sniggets, huh?

Did I not give you perfect service?

Well, uh... your tie was kinda crooked

and it did take two minutes to get our food.

Aha!

And you forgot our complimentary

bucket of 'fortune clams'!

No clams... No tip!

Oh, I'll get you your fortune clams...

Cheapskate monkey.

You monkey el Cheapskate-o!

He seems nice. What are fortune clams?

They are novelty mollusks that claim to tell the future.

And like fortune cookies, uh, completely inedible.

Here's your complimentary fortune clams.

You will rue the day you stiffed me on my tip!

I had chef Alfonso put a "special" curse on these.

Excuse me. Are you cursing me too?

No, you're adorable.

I'm talking to the rude, ugly, cheap, dirty monkey.

Not very complimentary.

Beat it, penguin, we're trying to read our fortune clams.

Dig in, boys!

'Your smile brightens any day.'

Oh that's nice of them to say.

I do acid wash my face after every meal

and I tell you the lines do go away.

'You're adorable.'

Oh! It's like it knew exactly how I see myself

and everyone else in the universe sees me!

My turn.

'You will be crushed by a boat anchor, cheapo.'

What does that mean?

I'm going out on a circuit here,

but maybe it means you'll be crushed by a boat anchor.

Nope. I don't think so.

Really? You don't think that's part of the waiter's curse?

Please.

Not every random falling anchor has to do with a curse!

Sometimes anchors just fall.

It's a little thing called life!

Two anchors!

That's gotta be a coincidence.

I mean curses aren't real, right?

You are correct, Monkey Gus.

Fortune clams are nothing but silly novelties.

They say general things that never come true.

I will demonstrate...

'You are one sweet hot-bot

who has a born-to-compute tattoo on his butt.'

Okay, this one is strangely specific.

Let me try,

'You will find something you lost.

P.S. It's your lucky day.' Oh boy!

Let's see.

Mine says. 'Your face hurts.'

Okay, this one's just plain wrong.

My face doesn't hurt-

Yay! My missing boxing glove on a spring!

This is my lucky day!

Chimps to you, fortune clam!

That didn't hurt me one bit.

My long-lost ceiling iron!

Double lucky day!

But there's no such thing as curses.

I just need more clams to prove

that I'm just painfully unlucky.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

I think you've had enough of the clams.

No! They're mine. Mine, you hear me.

Gimme-gimme-gimme.

Look, these clams are bringing you

nothing but pain and cursed misfortune.

Fine!

I don't need any ol' fortune clams

telling me what may or may not happen to me.

I am in charge of my own destiny.

You're showing remarkable restraint.

I'm so proud of you, Gus!

Huh. Stupid clams.

Anybody can get hit by three anchors.

That's just a bad day.

Let's see... 'Tasty treats are coming your way.'

Pfft. Some curse!

Woo-hoo! Bananas!

Talk about tasty treats coming my way.

Thanks, Gus.

'You will be involved in an explosion.'

Pffft. Oh really?

Yeehaw!

'You have a secret admirer'!

Oooh! That's more like it!

Hey there, tall, dark and handsy.

Guess your secret's out of the bag!

Sneaky monkey,

I told you no more reading

of the fortune clams.

Now give them to me.

No way, tin bits!

I'm not stopping until I prove

there's no such thing as curses.

'You are cursed, you idiot monkey'.

Could it be true?

'Yeah, it's true'.

Maybe this whole thing isn't

just a painfully agonizing coincidence.

Just maybe there is such a thing as a curse.

But what does it mean? Is a curse real?

Am I real? What is real?

Am I real? Are you real?

You're not even here.

This clam is real; I'm holding it.

This is my tail! I can feel it. It's real.

But, if this is all real, then curses must be true!

Oooh! Fortune!

'Someone close to you will destroy you.'

So someone close is out to get me.

You!

Inky in the hallway with a hatchet.

You're the one trying to destroy me!

Cue fight cloud!

Inky!

You ready to play lumberjack?

Inky?

Looks like it's just you and me, Paul.

What have you got against

good-looking monkeys like me, huh?

How many fingers am I holding up, huh?

Why don't you have any fingers, huh?

What are these tentacles for, huh?

Who do you think you are? Who sent you?

Why do you hate me so much? Why are you out to get me?

Look at me!

Look at me with your weird eyes.

Start talking, squid!

Oh. Oh yeah, right.

I knew it!

You're in cahoots with Yay-Ok!

Oh!

Pinch it...

Hello? Gus? Wally?

You gentlemens there?

Huh, weird.

Quite a quandary.

Aha! Your cahooting days are over!

Woo! Hey Gus, I thought I smelt you there.

Hard to miss.

I knew it. The clam never lies.

And now I got me two traitors.

Well at least Wally and I will be safe.

Not Wally too!

My own flesh and fur. Could it be true?

Fortune clams don't lie. It is true.

You've left me no choice, bro!

The patience of the hunter...

Silent... lethal... Aha!

His prey approaches.

Oh Gus!

Time to get destroyed!

Steadily the hunter loads a dart into his blow gun...

Oooh, a blowy pipey tube straw!

Hey Gus! Can I play too?

I dunno. Seems kinda boring.

Duck!

How did you get in here? Aren't you the cutest?

Look at you! Look at your little beak.

You don't have lips, but I want a kiss!

Wal, do me a solid and tie yourself up. No problem, bro.

The jig is up, ex-brothers, robots, and squid pets.

I've caught you all!

Now which of you is trying to destroy me?

Or is it all of you? Or is it someone else?

Who? Who? Who?

Definitely the waiter, quack.

Yeah, it's quite clearly the waiter.

You did terrible things to him.

I am no detective-bot,

but my first choice would be the waiter as well.

Absolutely.

Wait a monkey minute, what about the waiter?

Of course!

We're not really close but...

wasn't there something about a tip... and a curse?

You'd think I would've remembered that.

What's up with my memory these days?

Uh, just a shot in the hard drive here,

but massive head trauma might account

for some memory loss.

You cursed me! Why? Why? Why?

I did not curse you.

I gave you the Evil Eye

because you stiffed me on my tip.

Liar!

The clams said someone's out to destroy me

and clams don't lie!

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

More clams!

I will go do that right now, because it is my job.

Sir.

Okay fortune clams, who is it? Give me a name!

Cough it up! Spit it out!

Puke it up! Tell me!

Say the name! Give me a name!

Give me a name!

'Gustav Monkey'?

Of course!

Why that no good, down and dirty... wait!

Don't give me my own name!

Who is it? 'Wally's brother.'

You're not getting it!

I demand the name of my worst enemy!

Seriously, it's you...

This could take a while.

I'll take the algae burger.

Happy Squid Meal, please.

You got falafel? I only eat falafel.

Hold the fortune clams.

Give me a name!

'The monkey named Gus' Nice try, clam!

'Gus'. Nope. 'Gus'. Nope.

Stop saying Gus! 'Gus'. Ahh!