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Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Lame...

Lame...

Super-lame...

Deep Space Dave!

Take that, Purple Puzzler!

Kazang! Shagwhoppler!

Get 'em, Deep Space Dave! You can do it!

Zaganowi! Fundango!

Steven! Slaptackler!

Enough! Puzzle me this -

What's green, wears a toupee,

and is about to meet his doom?

I'll give you a hint...

C'mon, Dave, give the Purple Puzzler some of your classic

Deep Space Dave cutdowns!

Uh, okay, uhm, let me see here...

Hey, Purple Puzzler!

Where'd you get those purple socks?

The purple sock store?

My mother gave me these socks!

How could you?!

I mean, I may have been off my game lately -

I'm on a juice cleanse -

but you don't have to be so...

Ugh, here's a - Here's a puzzle for you -

What does this villain do

when someone insults his socks?

He quits!

I never liked this job anyway!

Fine, quit!

See what I care!

You're nothing without me, juice cleanser!

In fact, I've a puzzle of my own.

Who's green, and bald, and doesn't need you?

Me, that's who!

What do you think of that, Purple Puzzler?

Puzzler? Buddy?

What!? Why!?

Now we'll never know how the episode ends!

Sorry, my monkeys, time for dinner!

Yay, dinner!

This raw spaghetti is done to perfection!

Oh, a surprise visitor!

Karate chop!

Hiya! Martial arts!

Wah! Look out!

Evil attack robot!

Hazanga!

Back off, Deep Dish Dave.

Why are you even here?

I'm here because where there are villains,

there are heroes!

You're going down, you nasty carbs, you!

That pasta didn't stand a chance.

You know, Mister Space Dave, sir,

maybe you should just apologize to the Purple Puzzler.

That creep?

He should apologize to me!

I can't believe he just walked off the set -

After all the fun we've had!

Those were good times...

Whoa, what's his problem?

The problem is obvious.

Deep-Slob-Dave needs a new villain

or he'll eat himself into a Deep-fried Blob.

Do you know what I think?

I think Dave needs a new villain!

We could become his new villains!

Hey Dave, look!

A couple of villains over here,

littering up a storm!

We missed the garbage can... on purpose!

Look at me!

I left the toilet seat up!

I have 13 items in

the 12 items or less line!

I am petting the cat... backwards!

Evil-schmevil.

He's not buying it. Not villainy enough.

We need to think up a new plan.

Thinky, thinky...

Time for another monkey lesson.

Welcome, class,

to "Yay-OK's No-Fail

Evil Villain Training Program".

I just want to know how that Deep Space Dave episode ended!

Silence in my classroom!

Let us start with something easy -

the evil laugh.

Repeat after me.

Is there a bird in here?

Alright, moving on.

Now, to be an evil villain,

you need to be bad -

and I don't mean monkey poopy-toss bad!

Aww, come on!

Every villain has to sound scary.

-You must come up with an evil name.

I'm Doctor Poo!

I'm Lord Poop-Sicle.

I am Electro-Gypsy,

of the Nine Forks!

Leslie Applebaum, attorney at law.

I am Betty Quaible,

registered nurse!

I am Lieutenant Gentle Touch!

Okay, okay, we'll do the names later.

Next lesson - evil plans.

Every villain needs an agenda.

I'm going to paint all the unicorns pink...

whether they like it or not!

I'm going to replace the sun with a giant 'rilla butt!

I'm going to hold my breath

until I turn an evil shade of blue!

Why don't we skip past evil plans and move on to costumes.

Look at me!

I'm the pantsless evil villain

Stain Boy!

Watch me ruin your favorite chair!

You're not gonna want to sit in this one again...

Uh-oh.

Technically, that is more gross than evil.

I am the Butterfly of Doom!

Clearly you have not grasped the concept of "evil."

Pull yourself together, Dave!

I don't need to be a big-time space hero

with a super-popular TV show.

You hear that, Puzzler?!

I can do other shows without you!

Hello, and welcome back to "Between Two Daves."

I'm here with my guest...

What are you, some kind of gross octopus thing?

Diabolical laughter, sort of.

Could it be...

It is,

for I am your new super-evil villain...

the Browbeater!

How do you like that, huh? Look at the evil brow go up!

Up, down! Up, down!

Over to this side. Over to this side.

Over to the other side. Over to that first side again.

Oh, I can - It went all the way around my head

like a weird caterpillar!

There's nothing it can't do!

EEEEVIL!

Very good. Keep with the evil!

I like it! I like it!

I'm getting all robo-goosebumpy here.

Beat it, kid!

Behold!

I am Prince Wallop!

Get it?

It's Wally with an "op" on the - at the end of it.

Get it? Do you get it?

I think he got it.

Challenge him with the evil agenda.

I plan to wallop all galactic goodness

with my evil, mallety hands!

Did that hurt? Sorry if it hurt.

Hey, I wasn't finished being all super evil-villainy!

Whoa whoa whoa, you and your brow were totally destroyed.

Prince Wallop had to come in and save everything.

I'm more of an evil villain than you'll ever be!

Ha!

I have seen pine cones being painted by children

as Christmas decorations

that were more evil than you!

I saw a woman gently caress a baby's face

and it looked more evil than that!

Wow.

Yeah, they're, uh,

still new at the evil villain game.

Okay, here is my professional analysis...

You two suck at being evil villains!

New plan.

We get Deep Space Dave and the Purple Puzzler back together.

How, you ask? - Sticky glue?

Gaffer's tape? Tighty vice-y thing?

Camel spit?

This might be painful, but what if we sewed them together?

Could we do some sort of skin graft?

As usual, your ideas are exceedingly terrible.

But luckily, I have a good one.

Behold!

I will become the New Purple Puzzler!

Excellent plan, yes?

Uh...

I don't understand this. I, uh...

Not getting it. I don't -

Nope. No.

They need each other, for balance.

You know, yin and yang?

Light and dark, up and down...

Never mind. I'll explain.

Just come close so I can fake whisper.

Don't worry, Miss Marshmallow.

Your hero is here!

And you, partially crushed peanut shell,

prepare to be vanquished!

Good news, Dave!

The Purple Puzzler's New Evil Villain Hour

is just about to start.

It's way better than your old show.

Puzzle me this, Mr. Kitty.

What stinks more than last week's kitty litter?

That's right!

It's that old, washed-up,

quote-unquote "hero"

Deep Space Dave.

Someone fetch my pants!

I don't miss that Deep Snore Dave,

not one bit!

No siree, not me!

I guess I miss that slobby hero more than I thought.

Hey, Purple Guy!

Just wanted to tell you that you can

relax and play with your dumb trees.

Deep Space Dave found a brand new,

way better Purple Puzzler to battle.

Look!

Puzzle me this -

Why is this evil

and hilarious at the same time?

Because "egg-cellent" crimes

crack me up.

What?! An egg pun?!

The lowest of the puns!

Everyone knows that riddles

are more evil than puns!

Impostor!

Fetch me my hammer!

And, uh, did they act all jealous

when you told them about me pretending to be

the new Purple Puzzler?

I wasn't really paying - ...listening when that part happened.

Don't care.

Shh! Gentlemens! Gentlemens!

Here they come. Shoo! Shoo!

So, Purple Puzzler,

you think I'm washed up, huh?

He's not me.

He's the super cheat who's been stealing my act!

Yes and yes.

Get 'im!

Punch him in the eyes! Beat him up!

Whack! Tittle! Bing!

By the way, Puz, sorry about what I said earlier.

Oh, it's nothing.

I guess I was just being a little -

Whack! Bam! ...over-sensitive.

This is how that old episode ends?

Terrible! Where's the twist?

I like there to be a character arc,

like an arc that all the characters ride in.

I dunno, I like my characters to grow

before the end of the show.

Like they should be taller.

Yeah, well, I meant emotionally,

but sure, make them taller, too.

Oh my bolts!

Thrusting thrusty things!

Pressing blinky button.

Gently rotating... gentle rotators!

Adjusting tiltiness!

Licking dially thing.

Ready, Wally? Ready, Gus!

Engage!

Monkeys!

I'm so happy to see you exercising.

"Exer-ciiis-ing?"

Wait, is this a gym?!

Okay, maybe "exercising" is a stretch,

but not laying around in your own filth?

That is progress!

Which is good, because it is time for your GASI physical.

You know what that means!

A "physical" means we get to see what kind of shape you are in.

I'm in the shape of a monkey -

Unless I do this.

And then I'm the shape of a Grenovian Sludge Womp.

I'm in the shape of a teepee!

I said tee-PEE.

Monkeys, focus!

It's physical time.

And yes, "tee-pee."

Hilarious. I get it.

First Test - Flexibility.

Okay, Gus, feet apart.

Now touch your toes without bending your knees.

I meant with your fingers, but, uh, what the heck.

Wally, your turn.

Okay, moving on.

Next test - Strength!

Simply open this can of pickled bananas.

Wally, you're up.

C'mon, jar!

I'm only gonna ask you once!

Wally, Wally, Wally!

You've gotta be one with the pickles.

Be the jar.

See the jar as a totality.

Look at the jar.

It is a beautiful thing...

Within it, the green delights,

floating in their own fluid.

See them. Be them...

Done and done!

Well, technically it is open.

Note to self - next time be more specific.

Moving on - Reflexes.

I hope you like dodge ball!

Gentlemens,

the idea is to avoid being hit in the face.

Where's the fun in that? Yeah, where is it?!

Where is it? Where is the fun?

Show it to me! The fun is not visible!

Okay, monkeys, only one more test.

Is it a sleeping test?

Poo-poo test?

Is it a who can eat the most waffles test?

Poo-poo test?

Caterpillar imitation test?

Poo-poo test? Most face test?

Poo-poo test?

No, monkeys!

It is just an eye test.

All you've got to do is read what is on this chart.

Eee eee, ay ay, oh oh, eee.

Huh.

I know you're just making monkey sounds,

but shockingly, that is what is on the eye chart.

Your turn, Gus. What do you see?

Can you bring it a little closer?

A little closer.

Little closer. Just a bit clos-

Okay, that's - No, that's -

No. Closer.

A liiiiittle closer.

Okay, great.

All right, I have your results.

Due to surprisingly lax requirements,

you have both passed.

I knew we could do it!

You're my hero, bro!

No, you're my hero, bro!

It's all you! No, it's all you!

Well, it's mostly you, if not completely you.

It's you you you! None of it's me.

It's all you. All the time.

Enough!

Monkey Wally, you are in exceptional shape...

I mean, for a lazy monkey.

Huh? Wha?

Sorry, I dozed off there for a minute.

And Gus, you are in the shape of -

well, what do you know - ...a monkey.

Yes! Knew it!

In your face!

Uh, small thing though - You need glasses.

Glasses.

Listen here, buddy-bot,

I do not need glasses!

You do - and you're talking to a chair.

Just thought he should know.

Anyway, this eagle-eyed monkey

is leaving with his eyes wide open.

That could have happened to anyone.

Could have happened to anyone twice!

Whoa, how many walls are in this - Ow!

Is that the same wall or a different wall?

Oof! Ow! Ugh!

So many walls!

Ow!

Satellite, straight ahead!

Aw man, you missed it!

Enough with the backseat driving, bro.

Meteor, five points!

Missed it again!

A space mall - ten points! What are you doing?

I'm trying, buddy. Just get off my case.

What's wrong with you?! Can't you -

I was already past him!

What's the problem, bro?

You're ruining the crashiest part of the day!

How can I crash into stuff

with you nagging me all the time?

Gentlemens, may I remind you that the lack of crashing

is supposed to be the goal here?

Gimme!

Now that's how you do it!

Welcome to Barnabus Brigg's Emporium,

Purveyor of Practical Presents!

What tickles your fancy?

Electric mule? Floating shoes?

Rental fondue? Chicken tattoos?

Maybe some glasses.

That's it!

My elderly bro here needs some new specs.

Don't listen to him. My eyesight is perfect!

I have just what you're lookin' for.

Perhaps some cats-eye shades? No...

Somethin' hipster? A monocle?

A triocle? A quadiocle?

I can see!

I can really see!

Hey look, I have a tail!

Whoa, my hands are huge...

And only four fingers!

Hey there, handsome monkey. Rrow!

Oh yeah, you banana- eatin' wonder pig!

What tree did you fall out of?

Let's go back up it and talk.

I have to say, Rocket Monkey Gus,

you look pretty smart.

I'm not saying you are smart, but you look it!

You're clearly a monkey of the world.

Well-traveled, intelligent,

so interesting!

You have got something, sir, that the ladies are gonna love.

What about me?

I'm adorable!

Adorable is yesterday's news.

Nailed it!

Look at that hit!

Nailed it!

How's that for crashy, Wal?

Lame!

Look at that hit! Goodbye bussy!

Lame.

Ahh! Take that, comet.

An old lady coulda hit that if she was asleep.

I guess call me an old lady, 'cause I just hit it twice.

Alright, let's see - If X equals the opposite of B,

plus or minus the square root of

the cosine of factorial 12...

and you've got the line with the dotty thing up on top,

and then it's, um -

How many vacation days do I have left?

What is the meaning of this?!

This is outlandish,

and it scared me a lot!

Let me help with this.

Two seven to the power of seven,

take the square root,

multiply by infinity three times,

and the solution is...

That is the worst math I've ever seen...

But for some reason,

I'm not angry!

Hm.

There's something different about you, Gus.

You seem smart...

Dare I say handsome.

And I can even tolerate your...

...stink.

Ahem.

Look at me! I'm way dreamier than Gus!

Pfft! You wish, wugly Wally!

Have you ever considered officer training?

I swore a monkey would never make it,

but after seeing the new be-spectacled you,

I could put in a recommendation.

How about your job? Excellent idea!

I'll start the paperwork right now.

That's it!

From now on, it is I who shall be the be-spect...

I'll be the cool monkey with glasses!

How can I relive you of your sniggets,

my gullible little monkey consumer?

Less talky, more eye-glassy!

Don't despair!

I have the perfect pair, mon furry frère.

They're very special, but they'll cost you...

your SOUL!!

Just kidding. They're one snigget.

Gimmie gimme gimme!

I should probably mention the reason they're so cheap

is that they're CURSED!

But I'll look good in them, right?

Of course, but did you hear me?

I said they're CURSED!

Cursed to make me look more amazing?

No! Cursed in two ways.

One -

They will cause you to see

the world and yourself

as they truly are.

Two...

NO REFUNDS!!

Meh, as long as I look better than Gus.

Ooh!

I can't wait to show Gus how handsome I look

in my new glasses!

Although -

What did that dirty salesman mean by,

"See the world as it truly is?"

Hey, Wally.

Hideous! Hideous!

I guess he doesn't like my new glasses.

Hey, Wally, love the new specs!

Super chic!

Gus, wait! I - I...

I never realized you looked like a crusty old gross man!

I... I do?

Wait a sec -

If people think you are more handsome than me,

well then, that must mean...

I need to get to a mirror!

Wally, glasses make everyone see things in a new light.

No need to get worked up about it.

Maybe you're right, Doc. Maybe I am just overreact-

Doc, you look disgusting!

Pfft. You're one to talk.

I... I...

I have buck-teeth!

Why did I even buy these glasses?!

I was happier when I didn't know I was ugly!

I gotta take them back...

But wait - I forgot the most horrifying part of the curse...

NOOOO REFUNNNNDS!!

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Go Monkeys!

Perfecto!

Mucho papery!

El Flatulente!

So monkey chic!

Tres bananique!

We are faux-finished!

A perfect combination of form and monkey function.

And the paste is delicious!

What do you think, Yay-OK?

Oh yeah, nice work as usual, gentlemens.

What you've done -

No, really, really, wonderful stuff.

I just want to get it all down.

I think "idiots" is spelled with a Q.

Oh, right, right.

I always get that mixed up.

Night, Wal. Night, Gus.

Hey, Wal... Yeah, Gus?

Are you as stuck as I am? Completely.

Where is he?

...True story! I can't make this stuff up!

So the little one says, he says...

"The paste is delicious."

He thinks paste is food!

You are so right!

Thank you!

I tell you, you've been a great audience.

Gotta roll. Good night!

And now to get back before my monkeys wake up.

Phew, snug as bug, glued onto a wall.

And where were you last night?!

I was, uh,

I was polishing the stars so they twinkle more.

Ohhh... okay.

I was wondering how they were so bright. That's fine.

You know, boys, since I need some new material for my act -

I mean, for totally no reason -

I am declaring today

"Idiotic Monkey Shenanigans Day."

And to get the monkey ball rolling...

...a bucket of cement

and a fun-times fire extinguisher.

Comedy gold, I tell you, comedy gold!

Hey, where'd brobot go?

He's going to miss Shenanigans Day!

Follow that bot!

"Upchuckles Comedy Club?"

Why would Yay-OK come here?

He doesn't have a sense of humor.

So get this.

I pull out cement and a fire extinguisher

and their eyes go all -

...like this.

Those monkeys sure are idiots!

Those monkeys are US! And your point is?

He's making fun of us.

And our eyes go like this...

not like that!

So the, uh, "smart" monkey

is using the cement like hair gel

and the other one is spraying foam out his ears

like it's the Fourth of Jupiter!

Monkeys, right?!

What a laugh about that!

R-R-Rocket Monkeys, you found me.

They must have followed the trail of rotten bananas I left.

What trail? I don't see a trail.

Listen, chucklebot, if anybody's gonna be funny,

it's gonna be us - more specifically, ME!

How many unfunny robots does it take to change a light bulb?

How many?

How should I know? That's why I'm asking.

Wow. Tough crowd.

Is there a birthday in the audience tonight?

Anyone celebrating something?

No one?

I don't know them!

I'll take it from here.

What's dumb and sounds like Rocket Monkeys?

Rocket Monkeys!!

You are so right!

My ribs are k-

Thank you! You've been a great audience!

Let's hear it for the monkeys, huh?

Okay then, just good night.

Good set, brobot!

Stop it!

All he's doing is making us into hilarious,

side-splitting, knee-slapping joke monkeys!

I couldn't help it. Your stories are so hilarious!

And my audience loves me -

with my sharp wit, incredible timing,

the way I take a thing here and there,

then I come back to it.

But if you want me to stop, gentlemens, I'll stop.

I'll put an end to this right now!

Sweetie, you're brilliant, faboo!

Your monkey material is solid gold, baby.

I can make you big, okay? Huge!

Sorry, monkeys, I'm gonna be a star!

Brobot! Snap out of it! You're not a star.

The show's called "Rocket Monkeys," remember?

Forget it, bubala.

That show jumped the shark three seasons ago.

I'm telling ya, with this bot's robo comedy chops,

he's Lost Vega-bound.

Lost Vega!

It's always been my number one dream to play there!

Hello, Lost Vega!

I want it! I want it! I want it!

What do I have to do to get it?

I'll do anything. Anythings, I say!

Anything! I will do it!

No problem.

Monkeys, do something ridiculous.

C'mon, quick with the shtick.

Request denied.

You'll be getting no more monkey shtick from us,

Mr. Thinks-he's- so-funny-

but-he's-not- okay-sometimes-he-is-

but-not-consistently-Bot.

Wally, we're on shenanigans strike.

The funny stops now!

Can you believe Yay-OK?

Using us as material for his hilarious comedy act!

Where'd he even get that idea? No idea.

Wally, cut it out!

We're on shenanigan strike, remember?

What about this? Shenanigan.

What about this? Foot-feeding's a shenanigan.

What if I get inside this? Shenanigan.

What if this gets inside me? Shenanigan!

What if I put my finger in this? Shenanigan.

It's stuck. Shenanigan.

What about this? What about these? S... H...

How about this? S-H-anigan!

What about toilet lemonade?

Actually, that looks delicious.

No, wait. Shenanigan!

Trust me, Ira, this bot's comedy gold.

You're not going to be disappointed!

Alright, Bubula, whatcha got for me?

Okay, well, uh...

I made a few tweaks to the act for the Lost Vega show.

Here, uh, check it out.

But seriously, folks,

once I went on a date with a ladybot

who was so old she was analog!

You know, a process in which data

is represented by physical quantities?

I love ya, baby, but without the monkey ha-has,

you can kiss your dreams

toodle-oodly-boodly-doodly.

Never change! Seriously -

DO NOT CHANGE YOUR ACT!

At last, a shenanigan-free zone.

Shenanigan! Bored!

Listen, my monkeys,

really sorry about being such a sneaky comedy bot.

And to show you how much I mean it,

I give you a "forgive me" present.

It's simply a precariously stacked tower of plates

and this bag of marbles!

Stay strong, Wally!

We must remain boring!

But Gussy, marbles!

What about this cheese wheel, huh, gentlemens?

And a bag of hedgehogs?

He's playing hardball, Gus!

Scissors and balloons?

A little dynamite and some pudding?

STOP THIS MADNESS!!

You are right. No more apology prezzies -

Not even this, huh?

That's the Gastro XLT Fart Generator

with Reinforced Bladder Technology!

You son of a .

Gastro XLT Fart Generator...

we hardly new ye!

I can't keep tricking my monkeys.

And I guess it's goodbye, hilarious monkey jokes...

and goodbye to the number one dream

of ever playing Lost Vega.

An open door that slammed shut...

And the door said "dreams!"

Bro, it was his number one dream!

I thought taking care of us was his number one dream.

Maybe we're dreaming right now...

Wake up!

If I can interrupt your sleepy-slappy funtime fun,

Lost Vega was my number one dream,

but for all three of us!

Well, when you put it that way...

Tell 'em all the stories you want!

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes...

Slap-happy monkey gold!

He's the funniest robot

this side of the Bazangar Star Cluster.

Give it up for the hilarious monkey stylings

of Yaaaay-Okaaaay!

Hello, Lost Vega!

That's our bot! He's funny because of us!

He got us free tickets. Woohoo!

So, uh, my monkeys are wide awake,

but they think that they're sleeping, huh?

So get this -

They start slapping each other to get themselves to wake up.

Wake up, Wally!

You wake up, Gus!

Wake up, Wally! Wake up, Gus!

Monkeys, am I right?

Wow. He sucks.

Talk about a waste of shenanigans.

I paid fifty sniggets for this?

I'm not laughing!

I don't understand.

Everyone knows that monkeys are funny.

Next!

What can I say?

In comedy, timing is everything -

and your time is up!

But don't feel bad, even though I've completely insulted you.

It's just the business.

Monkeys just aren't funny anymore, kid.

But you know who is?

Chickens!

Now that's comedy!

That IS pretty funny.

Oh, you nailed it! You nailed it, chicken!

Pfft. Prop comedy?

Oh, way to reach for the stars, drumstick.

Oh, that's hilarious!

You hit a watermelon with a hammer.

So thoughtful, so -

Hello, everybody, I'm Walter Mouthface,

and this is Entertoonment Tonight.

-We have a special treat for you today, folks -

a behind-the-scenes tour

of everyone's favorite monkey comedy...

Socket Monkeys!

Wait, what - What's that? Really?

We're doing a special on Rocket Monkeys?

Whatever.

Oh, hello!

I am Yay-OK, the robo sidekick with a heart of gold

and a processor of modified aluminum.

I will be your guide on our thrilling,

never-before-seen look

at the backstage magic of Rocket Monkeys.

I know our fan is going to love it.

Yay.

This is for you, Sid!

Welcome to the Rocket Monkey set!

It is here where we create the illusion of quality...

Oh, for funs and tea!

This better be prop poop!

Oh, that's definitely not a prop.

That's the good stuff.

This is a special treat.

My monkey co-stars are right in the middle of rehearsal.

Let's take a look at these two go at it.

Quick, bro! Man the hatch!

Hatch the eggs! Egg the buttons!

Button your pants! Chimp the diaper!

Ride the carrot! Reposition the mice!

Nail cap the whisper windles!

No idea what they're talking about.

But it's exciting, no?

Stop the rehearsal.

Somebot is messing with my flow!

I need absolute silence!

How am I supposed to work

with a robot saying things?!

Don't you know who I am?!

That is Wally.

He's, uh - He's the cute one.

And that one over there is Wally's brother, Gus.

He likes to think of himself as the "smart one."

Say hello to your fans in TV land, gentlemens.

Hey, Sid. What's up buddy? Yo Sid, How's it going?

That is getting old!

Don't forget about me, huh?

I play Chimpsky.

So, listen, I was going over the script for this week's show

and I couldn't help but notice -

and I don't want to be seeming

like I'm temperamental or anything -

but I'm killed off in the opening scene.

Tough break. Dibs on his trailer!

I call his hairpiece! Can I have his mother?

I want his pet worm!

Gross. Yeah, a little bit.

Monkeys, I'm sure Sid would like to know

how you got your big showbiz break.

Roll tape!

Morning, Wal. Morning, Gus.

Sweetheart, beautiful!

I work for a big time independent

local cable start-up.

You monkeys just might have what it takes to be stars.

We do?!

Sure! Can you pick your... 'Kay.

Can you smell your - Whoa!

Can you scratch your... Hello!

Don't oversell it.

Are you ready to be stars in your own TV show?

I've got the contracts right here!

All you gotta do is sign.

Pass. Thank you. Passy-pass. No. Passo.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Now you've met the big monkey-slash-

robo-stars of the series.

But what is a show without

its much less important secondary characters,

or as I like to call them, furniture?

Let's check in with a few of them now.

So you're the best boy, huh?

Care to prove it?

C'mere...

Oh, hi. I'm Bernice. I play the monkeys' mom.

Read me a story! Change my diapies!

Pop my pimples! Make me a waffle!

Give me a rubdown! Lick the wax out of my ears!

I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER!!

Oh, uh, look over there!

It is the evil Lord Peels.

Listen, Hopper, you're my agent.

You gotta do something.

I can't work with these Rocket Monkeys anymore!

I am a classically trained banana -

I mean, actor!

Okay, I gotta tell ya, kid,

there aren't too many banana-shaped roles out there.

But there's a new cop show that's looking for a lead.

I can do cops!

Your left tail light is out, Mr. Man.

You have the right to remain silent.

Hold on, I'll text you the picture.

This could be my big break! I quit!

Whoa, bubbula baby, don't get ahead of yourself.

You signed a lifetime contract with the monkeys.

What?

You can't leave unless the show is canceled -

or, I don't know, somehow destroyed in a terrible,

mysterious accident.

Accident, eh?

Well then, I'm going to do what

this network should have done years ago -

cancel the Rocket Monkeys... for good!

Welcome back.

We have a lot of fun here on the show.

And where does that fun begin?

You guessed it - the writers' room.

Or as I like to call it, the comedy closet.

Hey uh, Barabus, read that last line back to me.

And what's line 12?

I think it needs more farts.

Comedy gold!

Time for a few edits of my own...

I know what this script needs -

a little more happy ending for me

and a lot more doom for the monkeys!

Alright, lose that, cut there.

That's very wordy. Let's take that down.

That's actually funny.

Maybe we should move that over he- Peelio!

My main man-nana! What are you doing here?

You're not in this week's episode.

Look again.

Huh - Chimpsky dead, Gus destroyed,

Wally pulverized, blah, blah, blah.

Oh, here you are.

"Bananaman gets out of his contract

and lives happily ever after."

Whadya know, you are in it.

Not farty enough. Kinda formulaic.

Where's the poo in this episode?

There's almost no poo.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. No script this week!

We're just gonna make stuff up.

Keep things loosey goosey.

Off the cuff. You know, improv.

But what about my diabolical plan -

I mean, this script that the writers

have clearly labored over

for all those long hours?

That's showbiz for ya!

Let's get this improv rollin'.

How 'bout some suggestions from the audience?

See, it's funnier already!

Hey camera guy!

We're on a tour here!

Now, it takes a lot of marginally-talented folks

to make a TV show each week...

Oh look, there's super villain Nefarious

discussing a scene

with our under-appreciated director.

I want more close ups!

Look at this face!

You call yourself a director?

I can have you fired! I am the star-

Ow! I'm calling my agent.

And due to our extremely low budget,

everyone has to pitch in - even our villains.

Here we are in the props department

with our very dedicated Prop Master, Gamester X.

Oh... Prop?

Uh, sure.

Why don't you show our viewer something interesting

while I try to find a shovel and scrape this off.

I've got just the thing!

Here's a banana peel, some fake barf,

a booger jar, monkey teeth,

little bit of hair, funny paw, fart in a can...

Excuse me, I'm looking for an explosive device

with a kind of doomsday-slash- end-of-the-galaxy-

slash-getting-me- out-of-my-contract-

with-this-horrible-show kinda feel.

What about our standard "explosive device?"

Actually, I was looking for something more realistic,

for a "permanent improvisation."

You know, wink-wink.

Oh, I get what you're winkin' at,

and I wink back at ya.

Sh! They are about to start filming.

Episode 130 - "Anything Goes."

Action!

Uh, sure is a sunny day.

Yes! Is that's all you've got?

Yes! You're terrible at improv, Wal!

Here's how you do improv.

Hey, kids...

what -

Do you have... a job?

Hi! Take my wife...

You don't - Please!

You don't have a wife, Wally!

It's improv! Oh yeah, okay. It's a good one.

Silence!

I'm done playing second banana to you monkeys!

I'm here to end this show with a bang!

Ooh... Plot twist!

I did it!

I'm free from those horrible monkeys!

Free from my contract!

Free to follow my artistic dreams

and become a TV cop!

Cut! That's a wrap.

Great improv, Peelio. Almost believable.

What about the explosion?!

Oh, it's all computer graphics.

Very expensive. It's all offshore stuff.

That's why we had to kill off Chimpsky.

Bad news, bubula.

They went with another cop

for that cop show I was telling you about.

Book 'em, Inky -

or should I stick with, "Inky, book 'em?"

I could do either. I'm very good.

"Chimpsky and the Squid." Horrible show.

It's gonna be a hit!

My big break, ruined!

It's not fair!

It's not fair.

The world is waiting for someone like me.

The world wants to see me act as a policeman...

Come on, Peelio. Let's get some ice cream.

Let me guess. A banana split.

How did you know! That is so amazing. Oh yeah!

You're like a psychic. It's incredible!

Let's just get this over with.

Man, after five seasons, I'm so sick of bananas.

I don't want it. I don't want it.

I never really liked them.

I used to think that I liked it. They're mushy and they go brown right away,

and then they're slippery

Well, that's our show, folks.

On behalf of the cast and crew,

we thank you for your continued support.

But show business ain't cheap, huh?

So open up those wallets

and call the number at the top of the screen.

We have operators standing by.

Okay, come on people! You know how this works.

Come on, give us some money.

We need 300 for the air conditioner

in the recording booth.

That would be nice, Ira!

Okay everybody, come on.Come on.

Fork it over. Open up.Come on.

It ain't cheap to do this. It is, actually, quite cheap.

Come on, all the money you'd spend a week on a coffee -

that's this episode.

That's right. And not even a latte.

Not even like a high-end coffee.

No, like one of the guys at a truck -

...during The guy...a music festival.

And then all the, like, guys come out of the work site,

and then they buy coffee from this guy

who drains it out of his engine.

Please give generously.