Original subtitles

♪ Got a band

that's really cool ♪

♪ Stealing words

from you know who ♪

♪ Playing gigs when we can ♪

♪ Trying to impress our fans ♪

♪ Older sister goes berserk ♪

♪ Her temper is

her biggest quirk ♪

♪ I got a plan

that just might work ♪

♪ Now, we're gonna rock

and we're gonna roll ♪

♪ We are Grojband, whoa! ♪

KIN:

"6,000 SONGS OF SUMMER"

IS SET TO DOWNLOAD

AND WILL BE DONE IN...

ELEVEN MINUTES.

ELEVEN MINUTES?

WHAT ARE WE, CAVEMEN?

OUR PRIMITIVE ANCESTORS

WOULD HAVE PROBABLY EXPERIENCED

EVEN LONGER DOWNLOAD TIMES.

IN THE FUTURE, MUSIC WILL FLOAT

THROUGH THE AIR!

AND YOU'LL BE ABLE

TO JUST CATCH IT

WITH A MAGIC BOX!

IT'LL LOOK LIKE THIS!

(GASPS)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

KIN:

I CALL IT A MAGIC

AIR-MUSIC-WAVE DECODER!

UH, ISN'T THAT

HOW A RADIO WORKS?

COREY:

THE PROBLEM WITH RADIO

IS YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO WHATEVER

"THEY" PUT IN THE SKY!

YOU DON'T HAVE ANY CONTROL

OVER THE RADIO.

KIN:

NOT SO.

LET'S EDUCATE!

BEHOLD FREQUENCIUS,

MASTER OF THE ETHER!

KON:

FREQUENCIUS HAD TOTALLY

GROWN TIRED

OF THE ROCKLYMPUS

RADIO STATION

AND THEIR SUPER LAME MUSIC!

KIN:

HE SWIPED THE ANTENNA

ATOP MOUNT ROCKLYMPUS

AND BEAMED HIS OWN MUSIC

AND VOICE INTO THE HEAVENS.

IT WAS CALLED

A PIRATE RADIO STATION

BECAUSE HE HIJACKED

THE AIRWAVES FROM THE GODS!

KON:

UNTIL THE GODS FOUND OUT

AND CAST WICKED BOLTS

OF LIGHTNING

DOWN UPON HIM.

THAT'S IT!

WE'RE GONNA HIJACK THE AIRWAVES

AND FILL THE SKY WITH OUR MUSIC!

GANG, GROJBAND'S STARTING ITS

VERY OWN PIRATE RADIO STATION!

♪ Yo ho ho transition ♪

ALMOST DONE.

DON'T LET GO.

GO ON, LET GO?

KIN:

NO, DON'T LET GO.

KON:

PHEW! WE ALMOST HAD

ONE OF THOSE MISUNDERSTANDINGS

WHERE YOU SAY DON'T

AND THEN I DO IT.

BUT I WON'T LET GO.

WHAT'S THAT?!

LET GO? OKAY.

(KIN AND KON SCREAM,

HARD THUD)

(PHONE BLEATS)

MEGA-GASP!

MINA!

SUDDEN APPEARANCE!

NICK JUST BLEATED

THAT HE'S OUT AT SEA

ON HIS NEW JET-SKI!

I'M GONNA PREP A SUPER-CUTE

FLOATING PICNIC FOR US!

WHEN SEA SALTY NICK

SEES ME

HE'LL BE ALL LIKE...

COREY:

COREY RIFFIN HERE!

GROJ-FM IS ON THE AIR!

YOU'RE ROCKIN' OUT

WITH THE RIFF, MAN!

LARGE AND IN CHARGE!

KEEP YOUR VOICE

IN YOUR OWN MOUTH!

(FEEDBACK SQUEALS)

KIN:

WOW. TRINA'S BRACES MUST BE

PICKING UP OUR SIGNAL!

YOU'RE ON THE AIR,

TRINA.

WE'RE RUNNING

A PIRATE RADIO STATION,

AND YOU'RE OUR FIRST LISTENER.

TRINA:

I'M TOTALLY HAVING A PICNIC

AT SEA WITH NICK MALLORY,

AND WHEN I TAKE HIS HUNKY FACE

TO SMOOCH CITY,

YOUR VOICE IS NOT COMING

OUT OF MY MOUTH!

YOU GOT IT?!

IT'S 9:02.

TIME FOR WEATHER.

KIN:

LOOKS LIKE A CRAZY GIRL TORNADO

IS BLOWING THROUGH TOWN.

KON:

AND KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR

SOME TEENAGE RAGE ON THE ROAD!

LIKE, OOPS AND WHATNOT.

(SMASH)

THERE.

(FIZZLING,

RADIO WAVES HUM)

♪♪

ARR! HAR, HAR, HAR!

DANCING TO PIRATE SHANTIES

BE FUN!

YOU TWO CAN SHIVER YER TIMBERS

WITH THE BEST OF 'EM!

KIN:

NOW IT'S TIME FOR

"LET'S BUG THE MAYOR!"

KNOCK KNOCK!

MAYOR MELLOW:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

"KNOCK KNOCK"?

THIS HERE'S A PHONE CALL.

KIN:

QUICK! USE THE SOUND EFFECTS!

(BICYCLE HORN, SLIDE WHISTLE,

QUACK, FART)

BY THE DEVIL

AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA,

WHAT SHENANIGANS THESE BE?

ARR,

SEA SHANTIES ARE GONE!

THEY'VE STOLEN ARR MUSIC!

WELL,

THE PIRATE MANUAL SAYS,

THERE'S ONLY ONE THING

WE CAN DO.

SO IT TURNED OUT

NOT TO BE

AN ALIEN-IMPLANTED

TRACKING DEVICE.

I JUST HAD A JELLY BEAN

IN MY BELLY BUTTON.

SO, CORE,

WOULDN'T IT BE COOL TO OWN

THE AIRWAVES WITH OUR MUSIC?

INSTEAD OF OUR BELLY

BUTTON STORIES?

IT'S REALLY MORE

OF A JELLY BEAN STORY,

BUT I HEAR YA.

LET'S FIND TRINA'S AQUA-PICNIC

AND SCORE SOME LYRICS!

BUT FIRST,

WE'LL NEED A BOAT.

(GROJBAND SCREAMS)

PIRATES: ARRRRR!

TIGHTY WHITEY:

HAVE AT THEM, YE SALTY DOGS!

ALL:

ARRRRR!

♪ Be careful

what you wish for ♪

WELCOME ABOARD,

TERRIFIED PRISONERS!

I BE CAP'N TIGHTY WHITEY,

AND THIS BE ME CREW:

SHAVEN BEARD,

BARNACLE TIM,

AND NEWLY APPOINTED FIRST MATE:

NICK MALLORY.

NICK MALLORY WAS ENJOYING

HIS NEW JET-SKI

WHEN HE WAS FULL-ON PIRATED.

WE WERE LISTENIN'

TO ARR PIRATE SHANTIES

ABOUT THE SEA, TREASURE,

AND DROWNIN'

UNTIL YOU KNOCKED 'EM OUT

WITH YER POINTLESS

JELLY BEAN TALES!

POINTLESS?!

LEMME AT 'EM!

NOW, I'M SORRY

TO DO THIS TO YA,

BUT THE BOOK SAYS

RUININ' A SHANTY GETS YA...

THE PLANK!

PFFFT!

NOBODY'S PLANKING ANYMORE.

MINA:

THERE! THE PICNIC IS ALL SET UP

FOR YOU AND NICK.

MORE PASTA!

NICK MAY WANT SQUIGGLE THINGS

INSTEAD OF TUBEY THINGS.

WAIT, CAPTAIN!

YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG!

WE'RE PIRATES TOO!

KIN:

YEAH! WE TOOK WHAT WE WANTED!

KON:

AND DIDN'T CARE

WHAT HAPPENED!

LANEY:

WE TOTALLY BROKE THE RULES!

"TAKE WHAT THEY WANT.

DON'T CARE.

"BREAK THE RULES."

WELL, THE PIRATE MANUAL

SAYS YER PIRATES.

BUT YE TOOK ARR SHANTIES!

THAT'S A PLANKABLE OFFENCE!

COREY:

WE CAN PLAY SEA SHANTIES

ON OUR RADIO STATION!

THINK ABOUT IT.

OUR PIRATE RADIO STATION

ON YOUR PIRATE SHIP!

WE CAN RULE THE AIRWAVES

AND THE SEAWAVES!

KON:

AND WE'VE ALREADY

GOT THE OUTFITS!

HMM...

WELCOME ABOARD, KIDS!

SHAVEN BEARD AND BARNACLE TIM:

(CHEERING)

ALL:

YAAAAR! YAR! YAR! YAAR!

CORE,

WE DON'T HAVE LYRICS!

SAY IT A BIT LOUDER,

LANES.

I DON'T THINK THE PLANK

HEARD YOU.

GOOD POINT.

I'M SURE

THEIR PIRATE HIJINKS

WILL INSPIRE US

TO WHIP UP A SHANTY.

YOU'RE ON!

HEY, ALL YOU PEOPLE

IN RADIOLAND

AND THE GREATER

RADIOLAND AREA,

THIS IS THE RIFF-MAN,

HERE WITH PIRATE CAPTAIN

TIGHTY WHITEY!

OH! AH, WELL... HELLO.

IT'S A NICE DAY.

WE'VE JUST DOUBLED

THE SIZE OF OUR CREW.

UM, LET THE PLUNDERING

OF PEACEVILLE BEGIN.

GREAT NEWS, CAP'N!

WAIT... WHAT?

FIRST MATE MALLORY,

SET SAIL!

(WIND GUSTS)

ALL:

YAAARRR!

CAN I HELP YOU?

TIGHTY WHITEY:

NO, WE'LL HELP OURSELVES,

THANKS!

(CACKLING)

ITEMS AT THE FRONT

ARE ON CLEARANCE.

PIRATES:

YARRR! YAARRR! YARR!

NEWSFLASH!

PIRATES STEAL STUFF.

I'M SURE IT'S JUST

THIS ONE TIME.

PIRATES:

YARRR!

LANEY:

CORE! THEY SWIPED A BEAR!

I BET THEY'LL

CALM DOWN SOON.

EVEN PIRATES NEED

A LUNCH BREAK.

PIRATES:

YARRR! YAARRR! YARR!

SEE? LUNCH BREAK.

SHAVEN BEARD:

YAR! CROUTONS, LADS!

STUFF THE HOLD

WITH CROUTONS!

SHAVEN BEARD:

AHHH-CHOOOOO!

TIGHTY WHITEY:

EW! SHAVEN BEARD!

THAT'S A PLANKABLE OFFENCE!

OKAY, MAYBE WE SHOULD

SAY SOMETHING.

ARRR! FANCY MUSICAL

INSTRUMENTS.

SALAD FIXINS.

OOH! A BUNCH OF

SHINY NEW ANIMALS.

(ANIMALS GROWL)

GOOD HAUL, LADS!

BUT THE NEW MEAT

DIDN'T PULL THEIR WEIGHT.

YOU'D BETTER HAVE

A ROUSING SHANTY

TO MAKE UP FOR YER LACK

OF PLUNDERING!

UM... WE DON'T HAVE ONE,

CAPTAIN, SIR.

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.

YOU'RE BREAKING

A SHANTY PROMISE

AND DISOBEYING ORDERS.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT BE,

DON'T YE?

KIN:

A PLANKABLE OFFENCE?

FIRST MATE NICK MALLORY.

TAKE THESE LADS

TO THE PLANK!

WHERE BE FIRST MATE NICK?

(SNORING)

NICK MALLORY DIDN'T KNOW NAPPING

WAS A PLANKABLE OFFENCE?

KON:

HEY, COREY?

DOES THE AUTHENTIC

PIRATE EXPERIENCE

OF WALKING THE PLANK

INSPIRE YOU AT ALL?

NO, BUT TRINA'S

IN THESE WATERS SOMEWHERE.

SHE'D COME RUNNING

IF SHE KNEW NICK

WAS IN TROUBLE.

AND BRING LYRICS WITH HER.

KIN:

WE CAN BROADCAST

RIGHT TO HER MOUTH

IF WE COULD GET TO THAT MIC!

ANY LAST REQUESTS?

COREY:

GROJBAND DOESN'T DO REQUESTS.

KIN, GET THE MIC!

I'LL HOLD 'EM OFF!

IF YE INSIST,

BUT I BE REAL GOOD.

YAR, YAR! YAR, YAR!

UGHHH!

(SCREAMING)

AGGHHH!

TRINA:

UGH! WAITING

SO PUTS THE "UN" IN FUN!

WHERE COULD NICK BE?

NICK:

HELP! NICK MALLORY'S

IN TOTAL PIRATE DANGER.

TRINA:

THAT WAY!

MINA! FRANTIC PADDLING!

NOW!

(INHALES DEEPLY,

SPLASHING)

(FIGHTING GRUNTS)

SAY, YOU'RE NOT BAD!

BUT I FORGOT

TO TELL YE SOMETHING.

AGH!

I BE RIGHT-HANDED.

(LAUGHS)

(SWORD CLUNKS)

KIN, KON AND LANEY:

(GASP)

YEAH? WELL, I FORGOT

TO TELL YE SOMETHING.

I BE LEFT-FOOTED!

TRINA

ARRRRRRRRGHHH!

YES!

WHERE'S MY DREAM BOAT?!

SORRY, NICK!

NICK ASSUMES COREY

HAS HIS REASONS.

(SPLASH)

TRINA:

NICK! NOOOOOOO!

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE

A "PIC-NICK" WITHOUT NICK!

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

♪♪

(SCRIBBLING FURIOUSLY,

FLAMES ROAR)

(LIGHTNING STRIKES)

(FLAMES ROAR)

(FLAMES HISS)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

IT'S SHANTYING TIME!

♪♪

♪ The depths below,

the sky above ♪

♪ Everything I know

and love! ♪

♪ My heart is here

among the blue ♪

♪ When the sail is full

and wind is true ♪

♪ Rolling waves

and whitecaps ♪

♪ Victories and mishaps ♪

♪ Steer away from land, chaps ♪

♪ My heart is in the sea! ♪

♪ Oh, my heart is in the sea ♪

♪ My heart is in the sea! ♪

♪ The screaming gulls!

the wooden hulls! ♪

♪ There's naught on land

for me ♪

♪ My heart is in the sea! ♪

♪ My heart is in the sea! ♪

♪ When I slip

into my watery grave ♪

♪ Deep beneath the waves ♪

♪ Then I'll be forever happy ♪

♪ For my heart is in,

my heart is in ♪

♪ My heart is in the sea! ♪

(IN UNISON)

ARRR!

TIGHTY WHITEY:

SURE YE DON'T WANT TO STAY ON

AS THE ON-BOARD BAND?

YOU'LL GET YOUR FAIR SHARE

OF THE BOOTY, A'COURSE!

SORRY, BUT WE'VE NEVER

BEEN IN IT FOR THE BOOTY.

ARRR, SUIT YOURSELF.

HEAVE AWAY, YA SWABS!

THE PIRATE LIFE DISHED UP

SOME FUN FOR A WHILE.

SURE, IT'S FUN TO FORCE PEOPLE

TO LISTEN TO YOU,

AND TAKE ALL THEIR STUFF,

BUT THE WAVES CAN'T BE RULED,

AND BEFORE LONG,

THE WINDS OF CHANGE

WILL BLOW YOU AWAY.

AND THAT'S WHEN ALL YOU'VE GOT

IS THE SONG IN YOUR HEART,

AND YOUR MATES,

AND THEY'LL NEVER

TUNE YOU OUT.

KON: PIRATES ARE SWEET.

LANEY: SALAD?

KIN:

PIRATES ARE COOL,

BUT NOT TOO COOL.

KIN AND LANEY:

HUH? WHO?

THANKS FOR SAILIN' WITH US,

EVERYONE!

(PLAYING A TUNE)

HEY, GUYS!

WHAT COMES TO MIND

WHEN I SAY THE WORD "PICKING"?

BUTT.

NOSE.

I'M GOIN' WITH NOSE.

FEAST YOUR EYES

ON THE ULTIMATE PICKING...

(EXCITED GASP)

IN JUNK SALE FINDS!

ALL:

WHEW!

CHECK THIS!

NO WAY!

AN ULTRA RARE ALBUM

FROM EUROPE'S

PROTO-ELECTRONICA BAND,

DER KAISERZAP?

BUT ONLY TWO HUNDRED

WERE EVER MADE!

KIN:

AND ONLY ONE WAS EVER SOLD.

THIS ONE!

WHADDYA WAITING FOR,

BRO?

DROPPEN DER BEAT!

KIN:

YEAH!

(ROBO-TECHNO-DANCE MUSIC)

♪♪

DER KAISERZAP

WAS THE CUTTING EDGE

OF THE ELECTRONIC MUSIC

REVOLUTION.

UNTIL THEIR COMPUTER

BLEW ITSELF UP.

SMART COMPUTER.

KON:

THOSE HOMBRES

WERE MUSICAL GENIUSES.

WAY AHEAD OF THEIR TIME.

HMM... GUYS,

WE SHOULD TOTALLY BE

AHEAD OF OUR TIME TOO!

BY CREATING A NEW

AND INNOVATIVE SOUND?

PFFT!

THAT'S WAY TOO HARD.

WE'LL JUST GO ONE YEAR

INTO THE FUTURE

TO SEE WHAT MUSIC'S LIKE,

THEN COME BACK

TO UNLEASH THE TREND

BEFORE ANYONE ELSE.

WICKED SIMPLE!

(RECORD SCRATCH)

UH, COREY,

YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED

THE LAST TIME

WE USED MY TIME MACHINE?

(POOF! FIZZLING)

ONE MILLION B.C.

AND BACK AGAIN

WITHOUT MESSING UP THE FUTURE

ONE SINGLE BIT.

WHO'S IN FOR VICTORY LEMONADE?

WHY, KIN,

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF LEMON-ADE.

(GASPS)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

YOU AND THAT KOOKY

LE-MON-AY-EED!

IF I DIDN'T THINK

IT WOULD WORK,

WOULD I BE WILLING TO RISK

OUR LIVES ON IT?

(EXCITED GASPS)

HELLO, OLD FRIEND.

ARE YOU READY

FOR ANOTHER MISTAKE?

HUFF! THIS IS TOTALLY

THE MOST UNSHORTEST LINE EVER!

THEY SAY THE NEW

BLAB-TAB 5-POINTHALF

HAS THREE TIMES

THE COOL FACTOR

FOR ONLY TWICE THE PRICE.

UGH!

I NEED ONE SO HARD!

LET'S FIND THE END

OF THIS LINE.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

DOWN, MINA!

(GALLOPS LIKE A HORSE,

PANTING)

OOF!

TRINA:

LIKE, SO FINALLY!

MY ARMS WERE GETTING

LEGIT TIRED.

MINA:

WE'RE IN FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE?

TRINA:

BONUS. YOU HOLD OUR SPOT

WHILE I GO FRESHEN UP.

KIN:

THE TIME MACHINE IS READY

TO ROCK AND ROLL.

A TIME MACHINE!

I COULD TOTALLY USE THAT

TO SKIP THE CRAY-CRAY

BLAB-TAB LINE

AND GET THAT PHONE NOW!

OR...

KIN

HURRY! I'M STAYING BEHIND

TO REINVENT LEMONADE.

LET ME KNOW

HOW IT TURNS OUT.

(SLAM! FIZZLES)

(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)

TRINA:

TAKE THAT, SCIENCE!

(POOF)

OOH...

TRINA?! DO YOU KNOW

WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!

I'VE SENT MY BROTHER AWAY

FOREVER!

NO, JUST FOR A YEAR,

BUT-

FOR-EVER!

♪ Forever is a long long time ♪

(POOF)

COREY:

ALL RIGHT, FUTURE,

MUSIC ME!

(BIRDS SING)

THERE'S A SHOCKING LACK

OF JETPACKS IN THIS FUTURE.

LANEY:

ARE WE SURE THE MACHINE DID,

YOU KNOW, LIKE ANYTHING?

(GROANING)

KON:

WE COULD ASK THEM.

(GROANING)

COREY:

HELLO, MUSIC LOVERS

OF THE FUTURE.

I MEAN, YOU CERTAINLY LOOK

LIKE MUSIC LOVERS.

LANEY:

LOOK OUT!

(HEAVY THUD)

AGGHHH! OOOOF! OUCHY!

YOU'RE A MINUTE LATE.

KIN?

WHERE ARE WE?

WHAT HAPPENED?

YOU HAVE A BEARD?

INDEED. WELCOME TO THE SEWER

OF THE FUTURE!

PEACEVILLE'S BEEN TAKEN OVER

BY CELLPHONE CYBORGS,

AND I'VE GONE A LITTLE NUTS.

THAT'S GREAT, KIN,

BUT LET'S STAY ON TASK.

YOU GOTTA TELL US

WHAT MUSIC'S LIKE

SO WE CAN GO HOME

AND BE HUGE.

AND CAN I TOUCH

YOUR BEARD?

(GIGGLING)

(SLAP) GUYS,

YOU DON'T GET IT.

TRINA SMASHED THE MACHINE.

YOU CAN'T GO HOME.

HAHAHA! QUIT IT!

AND MUSIC DOESN'T EVEN

EXIST ANYMORE!

(GASPS)

WHAT? WHAT COULD DESTROY

ALL MUSIC?

IT ALL STARTED WHEN...

MUST STAY IN LINE.

TRINA WILL... APPRECIATE.

PERHAPS... PRAISE...

TRINA:

THIS OUTFIT IS PERF!

SORRY IT TOOK TWO DAYS!

FORGOT YOU WERE HERE!

WHO WANTS TO BE

THE FIRST GUINEA PIG-

ER, LUCKY CUSTOMER

TO TRY THE BRAND NEW

BLAB-TAB IN-BRAIN IMPLANT?!

NETWORK WITH

YOUR FRIENDS' BRAINS!

INSTANT UPDATES!

IN YOUR BRAIN!

IN-BRAIN IMPLANT?

MINA!

IF NICK MALLORY GETS ONE,

WE'LL BE JOINED AT THE BRAIN!

I NEED THIS!

BLAB-TAB EMPLOYEE:

OOF!

TRINA:

A-HA!

(BEEPING)

WAIT UNTIL NICK MALLORY

GETS A DOWNLOAD OF ME.

MY BRAIN SPARKLES!

I AM THE HARBINGER

OF A GLORIOUS DAWN!

MELD WITH ME

AND SUBMIT TO MY COMMANDS!

ANYONE ELSE?

IT'S FREE!

CUSTOMERS:

(CHEERING)

KIN:

AND THEN CAME...

THE RECKONING!

(BEEPING)

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA!!!!

AND THEN CAME TEA TIME...

(SLURPS)

THEN NAP TIME...

(SNORES)

AND THEN MORE RECKONING!

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HAA!

BUT SOME OF US STILL FIGHT

FOR FREEDOM!

UM, WHERE IS EVERYONE?

KIN

HALF OUR NUMBERS

ARE OUT FORAGING.

NICK MALLORY

NICK MALLORY GATHERED

FIVE KINDS OF NUTS.

SOLID DAY.

YAAAY TEAM!

SO TRINA CONTROLS

ALL THE CYBORGS

AND HAS BANNED MUSIC

COMPLETELY?

THIS FUTURE'S

SERIOUSLY WRONG,

LIKE SALTY

BLACK LIQUORICE WRONG.

THAT'S NO FUTURE

TO LIVE FOR.

OR IN.

OR THROUGH!

WE CAME TO THE FUTURE LOOKING

FOR A WAY TO CHANGE MUSIC,

BUT NOW WE HAVE TO SAVE IT!

THEN WE BETTER HURRY.

'CAUSE ALL THAT'S LEFT

IS THIS!

(TECHNO-DANCE PLAYS)

COREY

HMM. MUSIC MADE DER KAISERZAP'S

COMPUTER BLOW A CIRCUIT, RIGHT?

MAYBE GROJBAND'S MUSIC

CAN BLOW TRINA'S NETWORK!

ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS

"HOLY LONG SHOT" COMMENT,

HOW DO WE GET PAST

ALL THE CELL-BORGS?

NO PROBLEM.

WE USE THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE

BAIT KNOWN TO TRINAKIND.

(PONDERING)

HMM...

(GIGGLES)

♪ Wicked cool transition ♪

TRINET SPARKLEBRAIN:

DRONES, WHERE IS NICK MALLORY?!

I MUST FEEL HIS THOUGHTS!

MINA:

THEY STILL HAVEN'T FOUND HIM.

BUT I'M READY TO JOIN

THE NETWORK!

STILL READY!

ALL RIGHT, GANG,

TIME FOR OPERATION

NICK OVERLOAD!

I'M NICK MALLORY!

I'M NICK MALLORY!

I'M NICK MALLORY!

DRONE 1:

NICK MALLORY SIGHTED

IN SECTOR 1A!

DRONE 2:

NICK MALLORY SIGHTED

IN SECTOR 3G!

DRONES,

BRING ME NICK MALLORY!

HEY, TRINA.

HUH? IMPOSSIBLE!

YOU WERE GONE FOREVER!

FOREVER JUST RAN OUT!

LOOKS LIKE THE PAST IS BACK

TO HAUNT YOU, TRINA!

KON:

YOUR FUTURE IS ABOUT

TO BE HISTORY!

KIN:

DID EVERYONE MAKE

A TIME-TRAVEL JOKE ALREADY?

IS THERE TIME

FOR ONE MORE?

DOES THAT COUNT AS MINE?

TRINET SPARKLEBRAIN:

PUNY MEATBAGS.

YOU WILL ALL BE ASSIMILATED

INTO THE SPARKLEBRAIN.

MINA:

ASSIMILATED? ME TOO?

NOT QUITE YET.

FACE IT, TRINA,

YOU CAN'T STOP US.

FROM WHAT?

FROM GIVING YOU

NICK MALLORY!

SQUEEE! FINALLY!

JOIN WITH ME, NICK!

NICK MALLORY WONDERS

WHY YOU'RE SACRIFICING HIM.

EASY. WHEN TRINA HAS YOU,

SHE'LL OVERLOAD WITH JOY.

SHE'LL GO DIARY,

AND WE'LL HAVE THE LYRICS

WE NEED TO BLOW HER MIND.

GO DIARY?

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN-

(BEEPING)

NICK MALLORY FEELS...

1011000101...

SWOON!

NICK MALLORY'S BRAIN

IS ONE WITH MINE!

JOY! MY BRAIN HAS NEVER

SPARKLED SO HARD!

(GIGGLES)

♪♪

♪♪

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

TIME TO FACE THE MUSIC,

SPARKLEBRAIN!

ONE! ONE! ONE! OH!

(TECHNO-MUSIC)

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ I'll close your page ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ Back to the stone age ♪

♪ Sit right back

And let me dial you up ♪

♪ A big kick

for your sorry butt ♪

♪ I'll do a blitzkrieg

on your wires ♪

♪ Transmit you back

to das techno fires ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ I'm filled with rage ♪

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

♪ My foot and your face

will engage the band ♪

(PHONE DIALING,

BEEPING)

(INTERNET CABLE DIAL-UP SOUND)

(BUSY SIGNAL BEEPING)

(TECHNO-MUSIC)

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

DID YOU PLAY SOMETHING?

MY BLAB-TAB HAS A NOISE

CANCELLATION FUNCTION!

OH, WE WERE JUST RECORDING

A CUSTOM RINGTONE.

LET ME UPLOAD IT...

INTO THE NETWORK.

NOOOOOO!

(BEEPING)

COREY, DON'T!

YOU'LL BE NETWORKED!

IT'S THE ONLY WAY

TO UPLOAD OUR TUNE

AND BRING DOWN SPARKLBRAIN.

SOMEONE HAS TO SACRIFICE

THEIR-

HA! YES! FINALLY!

COMMAND ME, TRINA!

COMMAND ME

FROM INSIDE MY BRAIN!

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

NOOOOOOO!

♪ You're going down!

(down, down) ♪

COREY'S MUSIC!

IN MY BRAIN!

GET IT OUT!

GET IT OUT!

(BEEPING AND FIZZLING)

(CONFUSED) WHERE ARE WE?

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?

LANEY:

WELL, THAT JUST HAPPENED.

♪ Time to wrap this puppy up ♪

LANEY:

SO WE'RE STUCK ONE YEAR

IN THE FUTURE?

DOESN'T LOOK LIKE

MUCH HAS CHANGED.

OH, HASN'T IT?

(SLURPING)

THE FUTURE ALWAYS TURNS

INTO THE PRESENT, LANES.

MUSIC IS ALL ABOUT

KEEPING TIME.

BUT IF TIMES ARE A-CHANGING,

HOW CAN YOU KEEP 'EM?

IF BEING UP-TO-DATE

MEANS A WIRE IN THE BRAIN,

I'D RATHER LIVE IN THE PAST,

RIGHT NOW.

BUT WHAT ABOUT BEING

CUTTING EDGE?

GROJBAND'S RETRO NOW,

BRO.

YOU CAN'T GET MORE

CUTTING EDGE THAN THAT!

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!