Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Welcome back to everybot's favorite show,

Top Bot!

Are we ready for the next challenge?

Yes!

Well then, let's...

battle!

And the winner of 'Making the Best Fight Sounds'

is Zolotech!

You are this week's Top Bot!

Oh how I would love to be a Top Bot.

The cheers, the prizes,

ooh the vending machines!

But how?

All you've got to do is be nominated by your rocket crew,

and you too can be a Top Bot!

Really? It's uh, it's that simple?

It's that simple! Yeah!

Uh, yoo-hoo, monkeys!

I am here with a very simple request...

Hello? Rocket Monkeys...

Important business right over here, uh...

Sorry for the inconvenience,

but uh, it would be a great honour

if you two would nominate me for Top Bot.

No problemo.

I nominate you

Sir Yay-Ok the Irritating.

Uh... That is not nominating.

That is knighting.

How 'bout this? And that is tinkering.

That is uh, picking your nose...

Listen, I want you to nominate me.

That, that means ticking this box.

One little tick. That is it.

Please gentlemens, I implore you...

Can't, oh I just pulled my tick muscle.

Oh, it's starting to cramp up on me, man!

Hmm... We better run this past our trusted legal advisor.

Hello? Hey trusty advisor,

our robot wants us to tick some sort of box.

Should we do it?

Uh... Gotcha.

Sorry, answer's no. Just following orders.

You understand. Ta!

You're misunderstanding me gentlemens!

Really cramping up now, dude!

It's spreading to my tail. It's in my eyebrows!

Well, see ya!

Ahh, these bribe pies

will definitely convince my monkeys

to tick the box.

Num-nums for our tum-tums!

Banana meringue pie with crispy--

And I have one more thing for you!

I knew that would happen.

There.

Two years of laundry, washed, fumigated, and folded.

This will definitely earn me a tick!

It's amazing how many undies I go through in three seconds.

Oh! My disgustedness

knows no bounds!

I hope you're not expecting a tick for this mess.

Gus, raise your chin and lower your pen.

Perfect.

Ok, Wally, I'd like to see a determined look...

That's it...

Why won't you just tick this form?

Typical robot.

You think monkey ticks grow on trees?

I'm saving my ticks for a rainy day.

Wait a monkey minute.

You don't know what a tick is, do you?

I don't know. Never heard of it.

Why didn't you just say so?

This is a tick.

Is that all? We can totally do that!

That is a circle.

That is a hashtag.

That is a drawing of me with stink lines...

Wait! That's it!

Congratulations, Yay-Ok,

you've been nominated to compete

on the next episode of Top Bot!

Oh!

I thought this day would never come!

I can't believe it! A dream come true!

Welcome to Top Bot!

I'm your host, Dr. Chimpsky.

We have a great show for you tonight

with a lot of tough robo-competitors!

Apollo-99...

Maidrunner...

and Toaster!

Oh, and Yay-Ok.

But only one of these three robots

will be this week's Top Bot.

Uh, there are four robots.

Ha.

We'll be back right after this commercial...

And we're clear. Makeup!

What was I thinking?

I can't win against quality bots like those!

You go get 'em, tiger.

Yeah, you're the best.

Good one, Wal.

Do you need any more or are we done here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine, that's enough.

The buffet table's that way.

Buffet!

And we're back. I hope you're all excited.

Get ready for this week's Top Bot competition categories!

What have I gotten myself into?

Dessert preparation,

specifically banana pie...

Laundry folding...

And portrait painting.

Ha! What a joke!

You bots are going down.

Get ready for the scrap heap!

Because Yay-Ok's a bringing it!

We're rooting for you, robro!

Until you fail,

then you're dead to us!

Only three minutes left in our banana baking competition.

Remember, the worst pie

gets a one-way ticket to loserville.

And don't forget, billions of viewers are at home

watching your every move,

waiting for you to fail.

That's billions with a buh!

Billions! Did he say a billions?

Look!

Yay-Ok's face has gone all bluescreen of death.

Hilarious.

Totally.

But Wal, no win means brobot gets the boot...

Which means we get the boot...

Which means no more buffet!

We've got to help him.

Fine... but can we do it after the chocolate fountain?

I don't see why not.

Psst, Yay-Ok! Take this!

Gravel, for crunch.

A double-A battery, just for flavour.

Try this. It's motor oil.

It'll all stick together.

And time's up!

Ugh... oh!

Disgusting.

That's just toast...

I hope you packed your bags!

If my taste buds could cry,

they'd be flooding my mouth with tears of...

Joy! That's inspired!

Really?

Apollo-99, pack up your bolts.

You are no Top Bot.

Come on...

Laundry round.

The shortest stack gets the boot.

Ready, set, fold!

Ok, you can do this, Yay-Ok.

Slow and methodical is the key to victory.

Flip, turn, tuck left, tuck right,

stack and repeat.

Brobot's going so slow!

We better get back out there, Wal.

Time for the big guns.

Way ahead of you, bro.

Oh! Just shameful.

Maidrunner, pack up your bolts.

You are no Top Bot.

Oh! I can't believe it! I've made it to the finals!

Yay!

Here we are folks, down to our final two bots.

Just a reminder, this week's winner

gets a shiny Top Bot trophy

and a luxurious chore-free vacation

for an entire year!

A year-long vacation?

Woohoo! Ow!

No woohoo!

If Yay-Ok wins we'll have to do all our own chores!

Stop it Wally.

We have to make sure Yay-Ok doesn't win. But how?

Think, think!

I got it! Great, what's the plan?

Plan? No, I just snagged the last squid puff!

Ow!

If only there was some convenient way

to get into that competition...

This is it. The Final Top Bot challenge.

Whoa, toaster, you look a little... different.

Almost fakey.

Totally fine. Never better.

Yes, I am a toaster.

We have multiple voices, but we are one entity.

We are okay.

Uh, carrying on...

The most artistic depiction

of this bowl of fruit wins.

Let's... Battle!

I said paint, not eat!

Fruit!

That's so much easier and less fidgety

than painting monkeys.

Oh I got this one!

Time is up!

Let's see who's got what it takes

to be crowned Top Bot!

Ah, excellent brush work.

Wonderful colour. Impressive.

And now Toaster.

Oh my!

This is amazing!

So life-like.

Such detail.

And it's like I could reach in and touch it!

Mmm... delicious.

It's incredible!

Encradeeble! That's French!

We have a winner.

Our next Top Bot is... Toaster!

We're the best, we're the best,

we're the besty bestest best!

I guess I don't need to be Top Bot.

It was honor enough

to have my monkeys finally nominate me.

Now where are those little fur bags?

When do you think we should tell Yay-Ok

it was us who really won?

I dunno. When we get back.

Sometime next year.

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming

with this important bulletin.

The fighting has reached an all-time high-

Boring...

-and is now approaching apocalyptic proportions.

Don't care...

Stop changing the channel! This is important!

Look outside!

Fine!

I don't know what we're supposed to be looking at.

Maybe he meant another window.

It's Armageddon!

And Arm-a-gettin' outta here!

Nothing?

What's up with all the interruptions today?

We are smack-dab in the middle

of an epic space war!

Ha! You, crazy old brobot.

Always with the exaggerating.

Well if you don't believe me,

let's check in with our fearless leader.

I'm too bald to die!

Oh hello there, monkeys.

This is my last transmission by the way.

All is lost! Abandon all hope!

Cancel the cable! Chimpsky out...

Forever!

And ever and ever...

And ever!

Lock and load, monkeys!

It's time to defend yourselves at all costs!

You'll never take me alive!

Is this the shooty end?

Well, is it?

Okay, new plan.

Awww...

But it's too early for beddy-bye time.

This new plan is poo-poo ca-ca pee-pee face.

And you know it!

I have no choice!

For your own safety

I must put you in a cryogenic sleep

until this intergalactic war is over.

When you wake up, I may not even be around.

Oh, it's always about you, isn't it?

Yeah, we're the ones who have to go night-night

at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Tell us a bedtime story!

Robot meets monkeys, and robot loves monkeys,

of course, they're so cute...

And then Robot says goodbye.

Possibly your worst story ever.

That was some sweet sleep...

Wha?

Say what?

Aw, why does all the cool fun stuff happen

when we're sleeping?

Wait! I know what's going on.

Crashed ship, unwashed dishes,

everyone gone, possibly

Must be Yay-Ok's day off.

Ooh!

No brobot!

We can do whatever we want!

I'm wearing my pants as a shirt!

I'm wearing my shirt as a pants!

I'm marrying a door!

I'm going to sleep with my eyes open!

I'm putting my feet in my...

I'm making an annoying sound...

There's only one place where we can fulfill

these wondrous, idiotic dreams.

To the space mall!

I'm having fun right now!

Oh that was a tangy one.

Nice finish on that last one.

Gus, I got a creepy feeling we're not alone.

Of course we're not alone.

Mr. Skinny is right here.

Mall monster!

Take that! And this!

Ah! Gentlemens!

It is I, your lovable robot companion.

Ow!

Yay-Ok?

What gives?

You're so... old.

Gross. Talk about letting yourself go.

Hey, you know what?

Styles change, and uh, after all,

you two have been asleep for over a thousand years.

A thousand years?

Let me get this straight; you're telling us

we've been asleep for a thousand years.

Uh... Give or take a century.

So what did we miss?

Not so much.

Just a galactic war to end all wars.

But luckily, I kept an expository flashback on file.

Oh! Wow! That's not it!

Oh, that... wow...

I thought I deleted that. She said that...

Oh! There it is!

Flash back a thousand or so years ago.

A robot was minding his own business

when he slipped on a banana peel.

This caused massive robo-outrage.

Next, the robos invaded the grocery stores

and attacked the bananas.

It caused some very serious bruising.

The surviving bananas rose up

to form the Banana Resistance,

which was soon matched by the, how you say,

crazy-boom-boom of the robots.

Before we knew it, it was out and out

You know, all this talk of bananas has made me hungry.

Brobot, how 'bout getting Mr. Skinny and me a banana?

I regret to inform you that as a result of the war...

Bananas have been totally wiped out.

Devastation!

Wait- There's one over there!

That's a plantain.

What about this?

Well... That, that's your tail.

What about this?

Uh... That is a bench.

That's a mop. A skeleton's leg.

A 1000 year old hot doggy.

A pair of horn-rimmed glasses...

That is well - oh! Actually that is a banana.

Score!

M-monkeys, no! It's a trap-

Uh, perhaps I should have mentioned

the aggressive genetic mutation

that has turned all bananas into blood-thirsty warriors.

Stand down, bananas!

Peelio!

My main man-nana.

Long time no nibble.

Silence! I am still not a banana!

I am simply a concerned, banana-shaped citizen,

sympathetic to the cause.

Anyway, enough about me.

I suppose you are wondering how I came to lead

the thousand-year long revolution against...

the evil robots.

I dunno... Um, no. Whatever.

How about a flashback?

Get him! Get him!

Oh no.

I am not - Ow! - A banana!

That's it- this aggression will not stand!

Starting today, we are all bananas!

Let the revolution begin!

Rocket Monkeys,

I used to hate the very smell of you-

I still do.

But my hatred for robots is more fierce.

Hand over that old box of bolts

and I'll set you free.

I'll take it, that's fair.

We don't need him.

No way, I am not going down without a fight!

Anyone for banana flambé?

I'll take that as a maybe.

Now to end this war!

Once and for all!

Whoa! Peelio's ripped!

Oh well, you know a thousand years is a long time.

Though I do like to stay trim...

Mostly it's about dieting.

It's really what you put in your body reflects your body.

Oh, please!

You thinking that you scare me?

Give me some wide screen!

That's more like it!

Come on, banana-pants!

Oh, you fancy a bit of the fisticuffs, do ya?

Well take that! And this!

I don't know which one to cheer for!

On the one hand, Brobot has always been good to us.

On the other hand, bananas.

All this deciding is making me kind of hungry.

Yeah, I know what you mean...

Hey there, are you going to finish that?

Finish what?

What are you doing, you foul beasts?

That's my army you're eating!

Quit being eaten and get those monkeys!

My monkeys!

Gentlemens, you may have abandoned me back there,

but unfortunately,

my loyalty software is still intact.

But we don't want to go nighty-night!

Bedtime, now!

I will miss you, my sweet monkeys.

Lame story!

Booo!

Well, here we go again.

You smell that?

Smells delicious!

Oh, hey, who do you think won the war?

Hopefully bananas, 'cause I'm starving!

Monkeys, you're up! Come in, come in.

I tell you I've missed you so.

We were just sitting down to some snackies!

Wha?

You two are friends now?

Let's just say we had a few centuries to work things out.

Yes, centuries.

Children, come say hello.

But who? But wha? But how?

You two...

Science... Would not... Allow this!

Wrong... Wrong!

Your snackies, my masters.

I said...

double chocolate chip!

I am so sorry. Forgive me.

Stupid Chimpsky! Oh! Oh, yes...

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

The trick to space fishin'

is usin' the right lure.

For sheer fun I likes

the 'Curly tail Puter Shooter'

I like that there 'Dapper flapper snapper'.

What about them Wiggle Wompers?

Turbo Wacker?

The Ultra-giggly snagger.

Beavertail Whistler.

The Uncle Bearly's nearly yard snail guard...

I call this one Steven. He's inefficient.

But of course, the best's gotta be

the Grumpy Bot Wonker.

I am not a fishing lure!

Gent-

Totally right, bro. Just look at 'im go!

Monkeys!

This is not a pleasant feeling for me!

I think I got something!

Bring 'er home! I'm bringin' 'er home!

Bring it in the front door, put it on the kitchen table!

Ow! That is hurting me!

Not cool, brobot. You lost us the big one!

It was the biggest one!

Yeah, you totally blew it!

This robot needs a robo-spa day

away from those monkeys.

I've been saving this for a special occasion...

My Yay-Ok in case of an emergency

when I am sick of my monkeys

robot replacement.

Greetings! I'm Yay-Ok!

Please flush...

No poop on the table...

I don't think that is lemonade!

They'll never know the difference.

Grumpy Bot Wonker!

I am here! I am here!

I'm sitting right here beside you,

not replacing myself

with a fake Yay-Ok at all.

Greetings! I'm Yay-Ok.

Boogers are not food.

You mean, you're a Grumpy Bot Wonker.

Licking is not cleaning.

That is not a chocolate bar!

Welcome to the Robo Spa.

We're here to make your day all about total relaxation.

Let me guess... monkeys?

Is it that obvious?

The bite marks and poop stains give it away.

Don't worry.

We'll realign those bolts in no time.

Activating bliss mode!

Greetings!

I'm poop on the table

Fur is sticky...

I've gotta say, he's never made more sense.

Go fish!

I think I feel a nibble. Quick, reel it in!

We've killed Brobot!

Wait! I know! We'll ask Yay-Ok.

He always knows what to do.

Good idea.

Yay-Ok, how do we bring you back to life?

Yay-Ok? Yay-Ok?

Yay-Ok? Yay-Ok!

Yes. He's ignoring us.

It's childish, but it's happening.

You got a Plan B?

Ahhh. This is the life.

Whoa! Watch the finish, there!

Last time my enamel got scratched.

Very painful!

Ahhh.

Oh that's it, polish the bolts...

And you thought I didn't have a Plan B.

Pressing button now!

Hello.

In my absence, I have compiled a series

of answers to your typical monkey questions.

You may want to ask, "Help,

I've flushed my brother down the toilet!

What should I do?"

Next!

New strategies for avoiding mission assignment?

I have used Yay-Ok as a fishing lure

and tossed him into a volcano

and now he's melted?

Yay!

Excellent question.

The answer is: Take me to GASI HQ for re-processing

and I will be back to normal in no time.

But the following is very important...

Do not spill any of the liquid!

We're on it!

Hey fellas!

Could you do that somewhere else?

I'm seeing your USB slot.

Hey!

Enough with the towel-ow!

Alright! Two can play that game!

Get back here, it's my turn!

Hurry Gus! He's looking super-spilly.

Don't worry, bro.

I'll get liquid Yay-Ok to GASI Headquarters

even if I have to go out of my way

to smash every ship in the galaxy!

Be careful with Brobucket, Wally.

We don't want any spillage. Wally!

What? This is totally safe!

Speed bumps!

Phew! We made it.

Yay-Ok, everything's going to be all right.

Wally!

Hello, you've reached

Yay-Ok's Frequently Asked Questions.

You may want to ask, "Help!

I've mistaken radioactive uranium

for table salt".

Ha-ha. Oh!

Remember when we did that, Wally?

We were bald for weeks.

I lost four teeth!

I have swallowed my tail.

Why do I have fur there?

I have melted Yay-Ok

and instead of taking him to GASI Headquarters, I drank him.

Bingo!

Then there is only one thing to do.

Cry. Because I am no more.

I am utterly and irreparably...

destroyed.

Goodbye, Gentlemens.

And the memory of my destruction

will haunt you forever!

Yay-Ok is destroyed!

Gone! No more!

Bought the robo-farm!

He's taking a dirt nippity-nap. We murdered him.

Nothing like a robo-spa day.

Ooh! Ahh...

Did you hear that? Yay-Ok is supposed to be dead!

But now he's come back to seek his ghostly revenge!

I'll betcha he starts going "oooh!"

Oooh!

This is your fault! Bot-guzzler!

Me? It was your crazy driving

that made me so thirsty.

Rocket monkeys!

I think there's been some confusion.

I am not dead.

Stay away from us, hideous Ghost Face!

We didn't mean to do it! Forgive us.

We'll do anything you say to make it up to you,

oh monstrous, horrible Ghost Face.

Well, for one thing you can stop with the names...

Wait a second.

Did you say you'd do anything?

Gus did. I'm still on the fence.

Weighing the options, thinking things through...

Boo!

What Gus said! We'll do anything you say!

Works for me.

The ghost bot needs an oil change.

Don't forget to spit-shine my axle.

Grease my hard drive! Extra grease!

You're being pretty bossy for a ghost.

I assure you that I am the correct amount

of ghosty bossiness.

Oooh!

Gus, he's saying "Oooh". Better hop to it.

Greasy on the palate, light lubrication,

with just a hint of petroleum.

Very nice.

Next up, a nice relaxing ghosty sauna.

Oh! So... hot!

Ow! Owie ow! Ow!

Hurry, ow, ow!

Shh.

You know Ghost Yay-Ok

doesn't like to hear complaining... Ow!

A couple of ghost friends taught me that one.

Start jumping, gentlemens!

He's gone woo hoo!

That's it. His ghostly reign of terror must end!

This bazooka fires cans of soup.

Why soup?

Everyone knows ghosts hate soup.

Right. I forgotted.

Beef and barley. My favorite!

I have a better plan.

This sound is guaranteed

to drive robo ghosts away.

Or does it attract migrating Space Elk?

I always forget.

Back off, coat rack!

Say good-bye, McGhosty-Ghost!

Uh, spoiler alert.

Not really a ghost.

Then why are you so shiny and glowy?

Oh that! Earlier today I was having a robo-spa day.

Ooh.

And how come you end all your sentences with 'ooh'?

Well, I was using it as a trick at first,

and then it became kind of a hip catch phrase.

Ooh! Super cool, right?

Ooh...

He is a ghost! Zap him!

Hey, hey, hey! Knock it off, gentlemens!

Those are quite big blasters you're firing at me!

All right ghost! We got you cornered.

Any last words?

Besides ooh? Good one, Wally.

Rocket Monkeys, listen.

First, considering the vastness of space,

I'm technically not cornered.

And second, I am not a ghost.

A ghost can walk through walls, right?

I cannot.

Ow, ow, oh!

You get the point...

That does look pretty un-ghosty.

And hilarious.

But why did you pretend to be a ghost?

The truth is...

you monkeys were being so very irritating

and I just wanted a day to myself.

Call me selfish.

You want to be called shellfish?

I said "selfish".

Selfish, shellfish, who cares?

The point is, if you want a day off,

you should be able to take it.

Friends?

Sniff, You are my best monkey friends.

Group hug, Gentlemens!

Come on in here, ya lug. Bring it in!

Come on you metallic friend.Come closer!

Touch it up, gentlemens.

Fishing time... with friends!

Hello, you've reached Yay-Ok's Frequently Asked Questions.

You may want to ask,

"Remind me again, poop goes where?"

What else can I do with bananas?

Are torpedoes edible?

I have melted Yay-Ok for the second time

and can't remember what I was supposed to do.

That's the one!

I guess I deserve this liquid humiliation.

Take him to GASI Headquarters.

But be sure to avoid any upcoming...

Speed bumps!

You're right, Wal! Brobot sure is tasty!

Not really!

I think I'm gonna be sick!

Me too!

Stamp! Stamp!

Paper cut!

Man, these official GASI games are the worst!

What's this one called?

"Middle-management Stampy-stamp".

You win! Advance to the next level:

reschedule a meeting!

Wow, that was uncharacteristically

destructive of us.

Now we've got nothing to do.

Correction.

You have yesterday's accident reports to fill out.

Here are your pens... Huh? What the--?

Oops, we accidentally

set the accident forms on fire.

This was definitely an accident

waiting to happen.

I'll go print off more forms.

Yay-Ok, while you're gone, can we download

a new video game to the ship's computer?

Absolutely not!

You know what happened the last time

you downloaded a--

Wait, what are you doing?

Relax, brobot.

We're not downloading the game to the ship's computer.

We're downloading it to you.

Loophole!

Exactly what are you downloading to me?

Only the funnest... Hippest...

Most happening...

Bestest good time game ever!

"Deadly Virus"!

'Deadly Virus' is not a game.

You are infecting me with an actual deadly virus.

Cool!

I get to play first! Me first!

No, me first! No, me!

Me, me, me!

You first! Just kidding... Me!

Monkeys, stand back.

I must do a complete system analysis.

Raise the firewalls!

Delete the cookies!

Clear the browser history!

Oh no...

Help!

Oh, you need to... You need to...

System malfunction!

Meh. So far I'm not loving this game.

At least it lives up to its name.

Rocket Monkeys, listen to me.

This deadly virus is taking over my system.

Is that your way of saying you're totally hogging our game?

Not cool.

For your own safety,

I need to quarantine myself

and put the ship on Electro-Lockdown.

Activate!

There is something I must tell you.

Please, come close.

A little closer. Bring it in...

This is all your fault!

I blame you monkeys!

This new game's got some zing to it.

Sorry, my monkeys... Oh!

The virus has made me too unpredictable.

It's not safe for me to take care of you.

I must get you a robo-sitter.

Robo-sitter?

Oh come on! What? No!

We can take care of ourselves.

Totally.

But just out of curiosity,

where do we keep the fire-putter-outer?

In case I accidentally set fire to this room.

Slo-Mo! Are you going to get that?

This is Slo-Mo.

Leave a message after this...

Hey, hi. Hello, sweet-blips.

It's Yay-Ok.

Uh, so you know I've been

feeling a little deadly virus-ey lately

and I was just wondering

if you could take care of my monkeys

while I try to not explode.

Nothing serious.

I'll drop by shortly in the rocket ship.

I'll talk to you soon.

Monkeys? Sick?

Rocket ship?

That's it!

Another brilliant plan

to finally escape my prison asteroid.

Great.

Where are my clothes?

Robo-sitter. What are we, babies?

I don't poo-poo in my diaper.

Maybe she'll be like in the movies.

You know, a singing nanny.

Are you our happy-singy nanny?

What? Yeah, yeah sure, kid.

As in, me want to go to the bridge.

Which way-way-way-way?

Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you,

unwanted nannybot!

Like I need someone walking around,

wiping my tail after my dinner...

Whatever. I'll find it myself.

Why don't you two just get lost?

I told you she'd be a lot of fun.

I'll bet 'Get Lost'

is the hot new robo-sitting game.

Tag! Get Lost!

Well it does sound like fun.

Tag, you get lost!

No, you get lost!

You get lost!

You get lost! No, you get lost!

Where are we? No idea.

I think we're... lost.

Yay! We win!

We're losty, losty, losty, losty lost!

I see you!

Idiotic monkeys distracted, check.

Rocket ship control centers found, check.

And now part two of my genius plan:

Steal the ship,

maybe get a burger at the drive-through,

and escape forever!

Password? Ha!

There's no computer in the galaxy that I can't hack.

Let's see... I pushy-push this...

Okay, new plan.

Get password from that sickly pile of bolts!

Slo-Mo, my sweetblips.

You came!

In my darkest hour...

What took you so long?!

You feel like a squid!

Like a squishy squid. Come here.

Missy want a kissy, does she?

Kissy later.

Missy want the ship's activation password first.

Of course she doeszy-woozy.

Slo Mo, just a little on there..

Kisses! It is 'Kisses'!

Really? 'Kisses'? You're sure?

Absolutely. Kisses.

Pucker up, Sweetcakes! Pucker up!

K-I-S-S-E-S.

That cursed Robot!

It's not kisses. Try again.

I will not be questioned!

You're right. I just remembered.

It's 'butterfly hugs'.

Come here, I will show you...

I'm good.

And... enter.

Try 'Smoochy Woochy'?

Maybe it is 'wee-wee'.

Poo-poo? Cornmeal!

Car door! Cheese bread!

Bagel?

Get Lost is the best game ever!

And we made a new friend!

His name is Bitesy.

Ow, ow!

It's the most horrible feeling!

Can we keep him? Can we keep him?

Can we keep him? Can we keep him?

Can we keep him?

Ow! Fine!

Just get him off of me!

Yay!

All I want is the password.

How hard could it be?

Just tell me what the password is!

Hey robo-nanny, can we download a new game?

Don't care. Go nuts!

Ow!

Argh!

Why won't this game download faster?

Yeah, Yay-Ok won't be sick forever!

Oh!

Wally, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

You have to poop too?

No!

Could it be?

Feeling pretty good, Yay-Ok!

Oy!

Monkeys, I've done a complete diagnostic.

I'm 100% free of the deadly virus.

Uh... Hey there, uhm, Sugar-bolts.

Do you remember the password yet?

Slo-Mo, is that really you? Ah!

You look horrible!

No way you could look that hideous! Ah!

I must be seeing things.

I guess I am still sick.

Initiate healing sleep mode.

No! Wake up! I need the password!

Now I'm never gonna escape.

Don't be sad. Yeah.

The password is 'X'.

'X'? Your password is 'X'?

One letter?

Why didn't you idiots tell me that before?

You didn't ask us.

Plus we were worried you'd want us to spell it.

Okay, here we go. "X".

Success!

Now to fly to freedom!

We have good news too!

Our new game is almost downloaded.

I'm thrilled.

Say, why don't we play my new game first?

It's called get lost!

Eh... Already played that one.

Fine, it's called bye-bye, see ya never!

Yay!

Not bad.

But I think our game sounds like more fun.

Yeah, what could be more fun

than a game called self-destruct?

How many bonus points do we get for that?

Why does this keep happening?

Those cursed monkeys!

Yay Slo-Mo!

We want you to be our robo-sitter forever!

He's not Slo-Mo. I'm Slo-Mo.

Can I have my clothes back now?

Nefarious?

Really? This is shocking to you?

Were you dropped on your heads?

Uh... A little help here.

I need some body.

Get it? Body!

Oh my sweet aluminum tchotchke.

I'll put you back together.

And you!

You can watch his monkeys

since you're obviously so good at it.

Yay!

I'm hungry! Sing us a song!

Can I have my own spoon? Does this look weird?

Is poop okay if you freeze it?

Is my mouth supposed to be this close to my nose?

No!