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-Warning, exosphere breach.

Arming sequence initiated.

It is not changing course.

-Wouldn't be any fun if it did.

-Orbital missiles online.

Acquiring target lock.

-Drake, stop.

We're still waiting on the threat analysis from central.

Assuming it even is an alien craft and not

just an ordinary chunk of space debris.

You can't simply blow them out of the sky.

-Target lock acquired.

-Standing orders, Turner.

Earth is private property.

No trespassers allowed.

-And if they come in peace?

-They leave in pieces.

-Target lost.

-What?

Status report.

-Radar confirmation.

It is gone. -Gone?

-Burnt up in the atmosphere.

-Hmph.

I told you.

It was just a meteor. -When is it ever just a meteor?

-So, how about that one?

-Ah.

The Quillian System.

Home to the incessant song talkers of Mool.

-My favorite's still the one with the ocean of brains.

-Oh yeah, which one's that again?

-Wontoon system.

Second planet out from the sun.

-And you've actually been to all these different worlds.

-Affirmative.

At least, I think so.

My memory banks are so jumbled, it's hard to be sure sometimes.

Danger.

Incoming threat.

-Please tell me you're not out past your mom's curfew again.

-Hi, hello, hello, hello.

What's all this, then?

What are you doing down here?

-Is that a spaceship?

K9: Course of action, investigate!

-Unlawful use of alien technology.

Category J violation.

That's a no no, sonny Jim.

Alien beings.

Destroy them.

-Nice.

Uh, hello there.

My name's Starkey.

Welcome to Earth.

-Seize the Starkeys.

-Back off, Buster.

-By the twin suns of Anubis.

You're the mighty K9.

Can it really be you?

-Affirmative.

-Affirmative.

It speaks the ancient word of affirmation.

-Oh, glorious day.

Our great liberator has returned.

TOGETHER: All hail the mighty K9.

All hail the great liberator.

-Friends of yours?

-I didn't do it.

-Sorry about the racket.

Just some K9's old mates parking their spaceship.

-Oh, I see.

-I'm telling you, I've never met them before.

-They sure seem to know you. -Spaceship?

What spaceship?

-Just the invisible one hovering above the manor.

-I don't see anything.

-Well, I thought that's kinda the point.

It's not like we want the department

crashing the reunion. -Reunion?

-Great One.

-Great One?

-Uh, apparently.

Look, you'll have to forgive me, but I'm having a bad week.

Who are you, exactly?

-But of course, Great One.

Forgive me.

My name is Nehetka, and this is my companion, Geb.

-And you've met K9 before?

-Met him?

No.

But for generations, we Anubians have cherished the legacy

our great liberator bestowed upon us.

-Legacy? What legacy?

-Yeah, and, uh, what the heck's an "Aboomian?"

-Must these runts always interrupt?

-Oi, who are you calling a runt?

-For millennia, we Anubians were forced

to serve by our overlord masters, the Huducts,

until one day came our great liberator, the almighty K9.

-Wait, hold on.

You're saying that wobbly looking pot is meant to be K9?

-Darius. -What?

I'm just saying.

Take an art class or something.

-The great K9 saw our wretched plight

and freed us from our enslavement.

He led our ancestors into a new age of enlightenment.

-So you say.

But honestly, I'm having trouble remembering any of it.

-I'm not surprised.

Who'd wanna remember being a wobbly box?

-Darius, please.

-What? Come on.

I'm just teasing the dopey mutt.

-Remove him.

-Hey, wait.

Hey, let go of me.

-Look, Darius.

Perhaps it's best that you went and clowned

around somewhere else. -Oh, fine.

Fine!

I'm going, OK?

This history lesson's getting boring anyway.

-So, how's the rest of the story go?

-Perhaps another time.

The hour grows late, and Geb and I have journeyed far.

-Remarkable.

Near perfect invisibility.

-And necessary.

-Ah, still up, I see.

Yes, ah, necessary! Yes.

Well, um, the, um-- Yes, the Department.

Great K9 informs us of his enemies.

-Oh. Oh, well.

I'd hardly call them enemies.

Some of their methods not standing,

they are here to take on the planet.

-As I said.

Enemies.

-They will trouble you no more.

-Hey.

Hey, hey. What's the big idea?

Oi, motley, keep your dirty paws away from my car.

[growling]

You are never gonna believe what lassie the wonder

goon is doing in the gar-- Whoa.

What's with the redecorating?

-I was just asking the professor the same thing.

-You know, I just love what they've done with the place.

-It's Renovation Rescue, Anubian style.

-What's with the headbands.

-Oh, uh, Nehetka gave this to me in gratitude

for my hospitality.

-Hey.

[growl]

-Look, we need to have a word with our friend.

-Yeah, you know, Lord Fancypants himself.

The almighty K9.

-Hey, K9.

K9, over here.

-You blew?

-K9, we need to talk.

-Well, it's about time you got your tin tocks over here.

Look at what your deadbeat mates have

been doing around the place.

-Oh, this?

-Nehetka said a change of scenery

might help jog my memory banks.

-What is that?

That abomination?

-This?

It's just my dog whistle.

-Dog whistle?

Dog whistle?

How dare you command the Great Liberator in such a manner.

-Nehetka, wait.

what's all this about?

-Freedom is everything.

You taught us that, remember?

-I-- I think so.

A tad bombastic, but it does sound like me.

-Let him go, he didn't do anything.

-Didn't he?

We are under your roof, human.

What do you say?

Should we send him away?

-Banish him.

-Banish me? Prof.

Prof, what are you talking about?

-Darius.

I want you gone from my house.

I want you gone, never to return.

-Forget this.

-Darius, wait.

-What's gotten into you, Prof?

And you.

-Darius, wait!

Come back.

-So, what?

Mind control?

Yeah, it's gotta be mind control.

-Well, that would certainly get the professor off the hook,

but--

-But what?

-Look, don't take this the wrong way, but,

what do we really know about K9?

I mean, the old K9, that is.

-No, I don't.

I can't believe that.

K9's a good fellow.

He's just a bit confused, that's all.

-Maybe.

Or maybe he's a bad dog whose mind's beginning to clear.

-I just need to talk to him.

-Well, you can try, but I'm telling you, he's changed.

-I present to you, oh Great One, young Starkey

and mistress Jorjie.

-K9.

We need to talk.

Alone.

-Negative.

I'm trying to bypass my blocked memory banks by cross

referencing the data Nehetka's giving me.

-Please, K9. This is important.

K9?

K9!

-So is this, Starkey.

Just think.

I could be moment away from finds

the key that will undo my lost memories.

STARKEY: I realize that, but, K9.

-All of this time I have been incomplete.

Fighting one small battle at a time, it's not enough.

-What do you mean?

-You need to be liberated.

London must be freed from the control of the Department.

-It's more complicated than that.

The Department's not all bad.

My mom--

NEHETKA: Is misguided.

The system she upholds is corrupt.

-Starkey. How often have you told me that?

-So, you and the Anubians are going

to war against the Department?

-Negative.

Not war.

Not that. -Indeed.

War suggests a contest of arms.

Believe me.

There will be no contest.

-Are you even listening to what this guy is saying?

K9.

-Oh!

Here's something.

Who's Tenklept?

Why do I know that name?

-Legend has it, oh great one, Tenklept was the Anubian Glomb

you saved from being eaten by a ravenous Yakoclaw.

-Nice.

-[WHISPERING] Starkey. Starkey?

So, what's the plan?

-Sneaking a peek at the precious Book of Anubis.

-Oh great.

A covert book report.

-Trust me.

I've got a hunch it's going to be quite the page turner.

Come on.

OK, So, there's K9 leaving.

What comes next?

-Isn't that the same headband they gave Gryffen?

-This isn't good.

Not good.

Not good.

Not good.

The only kind of liberation these creeps are interested in

is liberating everyone else of their free will.

-K9 doesn't know any of this.

We have to warn him.

-Insurrection.

-Now, kneel.

-Banish me, will you?

Prof, about before, I-- Are you wearing eye makeup?

Oh, you can't be serious.

Don't tell me they got you guys too.

Starkey.

Jorjie.

Jorjie, please, it's me, Darius.

-Don't you get the message?

Tell him, human.

-You're not wanted here.

-K9.

Say something, K9.

Answer me. -Hm?

Morning, Darius.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

Running these deep memory scans doesn't

allow my scant processing power to concentrate

on anything else.

-K--K9, you have to listen to me.

There is something terribly wrong going on here.

-Ignore the child.

-I figured it all out.

This is not the real professor, and neither are those two

sandal jockeys pretending to be Starkey and Jorjie.

This creep's replaced them all with robots or something.

They're-- They're pod people, or they're clones or something.

This isn't a joke.

K9, I swear!

Just scan them for yourself. Please?

Well?

Did you do it?

I'm right aren't I?

They're pod people.

Just tell me I'm right.

-I really don't understand you sometimes.

-No, K9, wait, please.

Hey!

-Recalibrating Boolean logic tables.

Defining deep memory search. Searching.

-Your audience with the almighty K9 is at an end.

-Yeah.

I'm going.

-A slight attitude adjustment and he'd

make a fine court jester.

See to it.

[doorbell]

-I'm looking for Jorjie.

Is she here?

-The master bids you enter.

-Grape?

[squeaking]

-Mariah.

-Human.

-Mariah, door now!

I could kiss you right now.

-I'd rather you just clean out all the junk food

wrappers from off the back seat.

-Deal.

-So much for social visit.

Body move.

Especially you two. Dispatch.

It's Inspector Turner, J, Alpha Juliet Delta.

I need a containment--

[buzzing]

Hello, dispatch?

-Too late.

This world's liberation has already begun.

-They're coming here from all over the place.

Central, dispatch, Sector Z-15, everywhere!

-What do you mean, they're just materializing out of thin air?

Code red!

I repeat, all agents!

-What have you--

K9: Inspector Turner! -Kneel.

-Stop this.

-And leave the humans' defenses only half defeated?

I think not.

That slave's knowledge of the department was out of date.

This knowledge will ensure the complete destruction.

-Wait.

I remember.

Those head colors.

They're the same as the ones the Huduct were

using to control your ancestors.

-Yes. And you freed us from them.

-And you reverse engineered the technology.

Why?

-We Anubians vowed never to be slaves again.

Only masters.

-Negative.

That's not why.

I left you and the Huducts reconcile in peace.

-It didn't last.

Sorry.

-You-- You're supposed to be better than this.

-That was from Gambi.

Oh, great one, don't you see?

With you to guide us once again, our dominance is assured.

The galaxy will bend to our will,

starting with this mud heap you call Earth.

-No.

No, I won't allow it.

I'm sorry, Nehetka, but this ends now.

-So be it.

-Danger.

Energy banks rapidly depleting. -Ha ha ha!

The legend of K9 ends here.

-80%, 50%, 30%.

Sending out emergency distress call.

-Our water will end up in bogs after all.

-Energy banks depleting.

Shutting down.

-Heroes.

Always so much shorter in real life.

DARIUS: Aw, her there, Rover.

Can you see me?

-Runt. -Ha.

I got your spaceship.

Oh yeah, about that.

Teleport not working?

Yeah, you guys really need to work

on getting a proper alphabet.

Now, let's make a deal.

You release my friends, or I'm gonna press this big down arrow

button and drop this wopping great spaceship

of yours on your head.

-You wouldn't.

-Try me. -Grape?

-Jorjie!

-So, you were bluffing?

-Nah.

I'm stalling.

-Backup power online.

-K9.

No.

No. -No!

-Ha.

-Bad dog.

-You're under arrest.

You're coming with me.

Come on, now.

Keep moving.

Keep moving along there.

Out you go.

-We should get that torque off Drake's head.

-No hurry.

This way, Inspector.

-Hee hee.

Ahem.

-So.

-Ah, you have to understand.

I just got so fixated on trying to discover a piece of my past.

But well, I confess I am, uh--

-It's OK, K9.

Just, next time try to remember that you've only forgotten

where you've been, not who you are.

-Or who we are.

I'm here wearing a burlap sack, feeding

a jackal-headed slavemonger grapes

and you didn't even blink.

-And I was playing the lute.

K9: I am sorry, you know.

-Almighty sorry?

-Well, yes. Almighty sorry.

-Ah.

I was hoping I was gonna miss the clean up.

-Well, don't worry.

the great redecorator will do it, hm?

-Affirmative.

-Come on, grease monkey.

Let's go see if we can put a few more

horsepower underneath Mariah's hood, hm?

-Hold on a second.

Where's that giant floating pyramid?

-Ah.

About that.

Parked it around here somewhere.

Good luck trying to find it, though.

it's invisible.

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