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WITH SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK,

THE HOME TEAM IS ABOUT TO SCORE.

SPIRAL LATERAL. PASSES TO THE PAC-MAN, AND...

PENALTY. GAME PLAN'S A BUST.

COME ON! CYLI OPENS OUR WINDOW,

AND WE PASS THE FURBALL IN.

WHAT'S THE BIG?

SKEEBO'S BIG MOUTH.

TAKE COVER! [PAC-MAN] LOOK OUT!

OTHER WAY!

[BOTH] UGH!

[SNORTS]

[FUZBITZ SNORTS]

YO, LEMONADE-FOR-BRAINS!

WHAT'S ON YOUR HEAD?

JUST, UH...

TRYING A NEW LOOK?

[FUZBITZ SNORTS]

[SKEEBO LAUGHS]

YEAH, LIKE YOU WEREN'T UGLY ENOUGH ALREADY.

READY?

HERE YOU GO. WHOA!

[SPIRAL] INCOMING.

[WHIMPERS, BARKS]

[GROWLS]

[BARKING CONTINUES]

[FUZBITZ AND FOOFIE-FOO GROWL]

WE'RE TOAST.

SCORCHED.

BßB [OPENING THEME]

Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

Bß GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET Bß

Bß PAC'S OUR HERO B

Bß PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT, YEAH Bß

Bß PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREMEB

Bß HE'S A CHOWING-DOWN MACHINE Bß

Bß KILLS MONSTERS, GHOULS, AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP THEM Bß

Bß PAC-MAN RULES B

Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

Bß GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET Bß

Bß PAC'S OUR HERO B

Bß PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT Bß

[ARCADE MUSIC]

Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

[FOOFIE-FOO BARKING]

WHAT'S UPSETTING MOMMY'S LITTLE FOOFIE-FOO?

[BARKS]

[FUZBITZ SNARLS]

SHUT HIS MOUTH.

TRYING TO FIND IT.

[CRUNCH]

OUCH!

WHOEVER'S HIDING IN THERE,

COME OUT THIS INSTANT.

BUSTED.

NO WAY.

STAY HERE. I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.

[CRUNCH]

[GROWLING CONTINUES]

GOOD EVENING, MISS GLOBULAR.

PAC? TSK, TSK, TSK.

YOU KNOW STUDENTS AREN'T ALLOWED

OUT OF THE DORM AT THIS HOUR.

I, UM...

RIGHT, BUT IT'S, UH...

UH, IT'S THE ONLY TIME I CAN PRACTICE

MY NIGHT VISION GHOST HUNTING.

[LAUGHS]

NEVER BUY IT.

TOO LAME.

[SNORTS]

PLEASE, DO I LOOK LIKE AN UTTER AIRHEAD?

DON'T ANSWER THAT.

[GROWLING, BARKING]

WHO ELSE IS BACK THERE?

[SIGHS] THERE'S NEVER A GHOST WHEN YOU NEED ONE.

[ALL WAILING]

[BLINKY] THERE'S A BIG, FAT JUICY ONE.

[INKY] DIBS ON THE OLD FART'S DRUMSTICK.

[CLYDE] LET'S GET THE WITCH.

AND HER LITTLE PAC-DOG, TOO.

[CACKLES]

[BARKS]

[SCREAMS]

OH, FORGIVE ME

FOR EVER DOUBTING YOU, BRAVE HERO.

[MISS GLOBULAR] DON'T GIVE UP THE GHOST!

GOOD TIMING.

YOU GUYS MUST BE PSYCHIC.

NOPE, BUT BLINKY'S PRETTY FAR OUT THERE.

WHICH IS WHY I DO STUFF LIKE THIS.

[SPIRAL GROANS]

OH, THIS IS ONE BAD NIGHT.

SO, THEN WHY DID YOU GUYS COME?

EH, JUMBO HERE

WANTED TO CHECK ON THE HAIRBALL.

I WAS JUST CURIOUS HOW FUZBITZ

IS ADJUSTING TO DORM LIFE.

WE'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT.

CHECK OUT YOUR NEW DIGS, FUZ.

BUT REMEMBER, NO PETS ALLOWED,

SO BEHAVE YOURSELF.

[SNIFFING]

WHOA. WAIT. HE'S, LIKE...

HOUSEBROKEN, RIGHT?

WHAT? YOU THINK WE DON'T GOT BATHROOMS

IN THE NETHER WORLD?

NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

UGH, WISH I STILL HADN'T.

COME ON, LET'S BLOW THIS PAC-STAND.

OH, BY THE WAY,

DR. BUTTOCKS IS COOKING UP SOME NEW MONSTER PLAN

TO CRUSH YOU.

BYE, NOW.

[BLINKY] EH, GET YOUR TUSH OUT OF MY FACE.

[PINKY] HOW RUDE!

[INKY] MOVE IT!

[CLYDE] HEY!

[MUTTERING, WHINING]

UGH, SOUNDS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR ANOTHER ATTACK.

WHICH REMINDS ME, I'M MONSTER HUNGRY.

I STOPPED BY THE MALL AND PICKED UP A LOAD

OF PAC-IT-IN BURGERS.

THEY'RE ON THE...TABLE.

HEY, BACK OFF. THAT'S...

[SNARLING]

[SNORTING, CHOMPING]

I AM SO BUMMED.

BUT MAJORLY IMPRESSED.

NO JOKE.

LITTLE GUY MAY'VE BROKEN

PAC'S BURGER-INHALING RECORD.

[BELCHES LOUDLY]

[ALL] WHOA!

WOW! THAT RANKS UP THERE WITH PAC'S BEST, TOO.

BETTER BACK OFF.

SOUNDS LIKE HE'S GONNA TRY TO BUST PAC'S RECORD FOR...

DEADLIEST FART EVER!

RUN!

[FUZBITZ FARTS LOUDLY]

[GROANS] AND WE HAVE A WINNER.

[SNORING]

I'D BETTER SEND THE GUYS WAKE-UP TEXTS.

NOW, CLASS, WHO CAN TELL ME THE MEANING

OF A "DANGLING PARTICIPLE"?

ANYTHING LIKE A DANGLING LEMON BELLY,

CAUGHT SNOOZING IN CLASS?

[WATCH BEEPS]

HUH! WHA--

[GROANS]

[ALL LAUGHING]

LITTLE MONSTER KEEP YOU UP?

WHAT LITTLE?

THE FUZ SNORES LIKE A 400-POUND GORILLA.

SORRY, MISS GLOBULAR.

I DIDN'T GET MUCH SLEEP LAST NIGHT.

AFTER SAVING ME AND MY LITTLE FOOFIE-FOO

FROM THOSE HORRID GHOSTS,

YOU CAN NAP IN MY CLASS ANYTIME.

NOTHING YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH NOW.

THE PACSTER'S GOT A LOCK ON TEACHER'S PET.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

LUNCH!

[KIDS CHATTERING, YELLING]

ARE YOU SURE IT WAS SMART LEAVING FUZBITZ HOME ALONE?

NO SWEAT. WE WARNED HIM--

NO MATTER WHAT, DON'T LEAVE THE DORM.

HUH? NOT POSSIBLE!

I JUST GOT HERE.

[FUZBITZ BELCHES]

[SKEEBO] THAT PAC-PORKER BETTER NOT HAVE EATEN

ALL THE FOOD AGAIN.

HIDE THE MONSTER.

[GASPS] WHERE?

HURRY, DUDE!

[GASPS]

YOU ATE THAT POOR LITTLE CREATURE?

[MUFFLED] NO WAY!

[SKEEBO] UGH!

THAT YELLOW TRASH COMPACTOR DID IT AGAIN!

[MUMBLING, GROANING]

SORRY.

UGH, THE PRINCIPAL SAID

DON'T SCARF ALL THE FOOD OR ELSE.

[MUMBLING]

THAT WAS BEFORE THE PAC-MAN BECAME A...

SUPERHERO.

FACE IT, SKEEBO.

PAC DESERVES SPECIAL PRIVILEGES.

[FUZBITZ BELCHES]

WHAT IN...?

WAH!

[ALL] EW!

GROSS!

[STUDENT] GROSS.

UGH! I'D LOSE MY LUNCH IF THAT SEWER MOUTH

HADN'T EATEN IT.

WE'D BETTER GET FUZBITZ OUT OF HERE.

BEFORE THE HAIRBALL GETS US ALL SUSPENDED.

BY THE WAY, GAG ME. GROSS.

TELL ME ABOUT IT.

ANYWAY, I'M ALMOST OUT OF POWER BERRIES,

SO WE'D BETTER HIT THE TREE OF LIFE.

LET'S CHECK OUT SIR C's LAB, TOO.

SEE IF THE OLD DUDE'S INVENTED ANY ANTI-MONSTER WEAPONS YET.

THIS IS WHERE I WOULD HIDE FUZBITZ.

NOW SHE TELLS ME.

BETTER CRANK IT.

CYLI DIDN'T LOOK TOO STOKED

WE LEFT HER BABYSITTING THE FUZ.

RIGHT, LIKE WE COULD LET THAT MONSTER LOOSE IN HERE.

THERE WOULDN'T BE A BERRY LEFT.

WHOA! I JUST STRUCK THE MOTHER LODE.

I CANNOT WAIT TO FIND OUT

WHAT MEGA-POWER THIS BABY'S GOT.

[GROANS]

NO WAY I'M NOT TAKING THIS HONKER.

[SIGHS] I'M BORED.

THAT'S BECAUSE BETRAYUS AND DR. BUTT BREATH

HAVE BEEN LOCKED IN THERE FOR HOURS.

SO, POKE YOUR UGLY HEAD THROUGH

AND TELL US WHAT THEY'RE DOING.

AND GET IT CHEWED OFF?

STICK YOUR OWN NECK OUT, YOU WEENIE.

HEY, PUT 'EM UP, BLINKY.

I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOUR LIGHTS OUT, INKY.

VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER.

SAYS WHO?

PUT A SOCK IN IT, CLYDE.

[BOTH] OH!

HMM, PERHAPS I WAS WRONG.

[MANIACAL LAUGH]

I HOLD PROOF POSITIVE

THAT I AM THE GREATEST SCIENTIST

THAT EVER LIVED OR EXPIRED.

WISH HIS EGO WOULD EXPIRE.

[YAWNS]

AS THEY SAY, THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING,

WHATEVER THAT MEANS.

SO, UNTIL YOU TURN PAC-MAN INTO YELLOW PUDDING,

IT'S ALL JUST HOT AIR,

LIKE YOU.

[LAUGHS] I SHALL NOW PROVE

MY NEW MOLECULAR MAGNIFIER MACHINE

IS THE MOST BRILLIANT INVENTION EVER.

WHAT? NO.

[BUTTLER SCREAMS]

NO WONDER MOTHER HATED YOU MORE.

HMMPH, NOT BAD.

BUT WHO NEEDS A BIGGER HEINIE-HEAD?

NO ONE.

BUT HOW ABOUT A GIGANTIC MONSTER?

[GROANING]

OKAY, THIS I'M STARTING TO LIKE.

OH, YEAH.

THIS IS BIG.

HUGE.

STOP WASTING TIME,

AND START MAKING ME MEGA-MONSTERS

TO STOMP OUT PAC-WORLD. [LAUGHS]

OKAY.

HEY, I THINK I HEAR SOMETHING.

[ALL YELL]

LOOKS LIKE THE PAC-MAN'S PAVEMENT PIZZA.

THINK I'M GOING TO NEED A NEW BOYFRIEND.

THIS IS BAD.

NOT ONLY HASN'T HE COME UP WITH ANY WEAPONS

TO FIGHT MONSTERS...

LOOKS LIKE THE OLD DUDE'S LOST HIS MARBLES.

BUT NOT MY HEARING.

STOP GABBING AND HELP ME SEARCH.

YOUR HAIRY NEW FRIEND, TOO.

[ALL] EH.

WHAT ARE WE LOOKING FOR, SIR CUMFERENCE?

DARNED IF I CAN REMEMBER.

JUST GIVE ME WHATEVER YOU FIND.

OH, YEAH. TOTALLY LOST IT.

[SIR CUMFERENCE] CAN STILL HEAR YOU.

SO WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO

IF THE MONSTERS ATTACK AGAIN?

[ALARM BEEPS]

SOUNDS LIKE WE ARE ABOUT TO FIND OUT.

WITHOUT ANY HELP FROM SIR C.

PHEW, HA-HA.

I MAY HAVE LOST MY MARBLES,

BUT I FOUND THEM AGAIN.

[POUNDING]

[PANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHING]

MY LATEST MUTANT MASTERPIECE

IS ABOUT TO FLATTEN PAC-WORLD.

[LAUGHS]

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE.

[MANIACAL LAUGH]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

HEAD FOR THE HILLS!

GET OUT OF HERE NOW!

IT'S PACDEMONIUM!

I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE FLATTENED.

RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!

[LAUGHS]

THIS IS SO GOOD.

I'D DIE LAUGHING IF I WASN'T ALREADY--

[GAGGING]

CHOKING HERE.

[GASPS]

YOUR REFRIED SZECHWAN SLUGS

ARE RE-SERVED.

THANKS.

ENOUGH FOOLING AROUND, DR. BUTTOCKS.

GET ON WITH IT ALREADY.

DO IT. DO IT NOW.

SLIME-BOMBS AWAY!

[SCREAMING, YELLING]

END THE MADNESS.

MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP.

OH, PLEASE, NO.

SLIMED. OH-HO-HO.

LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT JUST IN TIME.

YEAH, TO SEE GARGANTUAN DANCE THE MONSTER BALL

ALL OVER THOSE POOR GUYS.

I'LL STOP THE SLIME BOMBERS.

WE'LL TRY AND GET THE SLIMIES

OUT OF THE MONSTER'S PATH.

READY?

LET'S DO IT.

OH, I HATE THAT SOUND.

GIVES ME NIGHTMARES.

[BOTH GROAN]

[GROANS]

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING AGAIN.

I'M A GENIUS.

I CAN'T BE--

[GULPS]

DOWN THE PAC-HATCH.

[BUTTOCKS] OH, THAT CURSED LEMON BROKE MY GLASSES.

[BELCHES]

UGH, WICKED.

YO, AMIGO!

WE NEED BIG-TIME HELP.

TIME TO SEE WHAT THIS PUPPY CAN DO.

MEGA-YUM.

ALL RIGHT, SNAP, CRACKLE, PAC.

NEW MEANING TO COOL.

I AM PACZILLA!

OOPS.

SO SORRY.

AND I THOUGHT MY FEET WERE BIG BEFORE.

PACZILLA!

HURRY!

[BOTH GROAN]

YEAH! BRING IT ON, PACZILLA.

TAKE HIM DOWN.

TAKE HIM DOWN.

GET OFF ME.

JEEZ, YOU'RE HEAVIER THAN A TEN-TON MONSTER TRUCK.

[GROANING]

OH, WAY TO GO, HUMUNGO BRO.

YOU DID IT, PAC.

[APPLAUSE AND CHEERS]

YOU MIGHT WANT TO SAVE THE YIPPEE-DOODAH DANCE.

'CAUSE YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE MONSTER TOE JAM.

NO PROB.

PACZILLA CAN HANDLE ANYTHING!

OH, I JUST BET YOU CAN, BIG BOY.

[SCREAMS]

[INHALES]

[SNEEZES]

OH, RATS.

MY MEGA BERRY POWER'S WEARING DOWN.

BETTER POWER BACK UP, PRONTO.

THAT WAS THE ONLY PACZILLA BERRY.

THEN KISS YOUR PUNY BUTT BYE-BYE.

[SNORTS, GROWLS]

IT'S SIR CUMFERENCE.

WITH THE SOLUTION TO YOUR MONSTROUS PROBLEM.

ALL RIGHT! YOU BROUGHT US A WEAPON.

[SNORTING, GROWLING]

[SNORTING, GROWLING]

DOES EVERYONE SPEAK MONSTER EXCEPT US?

WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO FUZBITZ?

OH, THE LITTLE FELLOW'S CONCERNED

ABOUT HURTIN' THE BIG FELLOW.

AFTER ALL, HE'S STILL A MONSTER.

BUT NO WORRIES.

I'VE GOT THE SOLUTION RIGHT HERE.

THAT'S IT?

WE'RE SUPPOSED TO STOP THAT GIGUNDA MONSTER

WITH THAT LITTLE THING?

OH, SHOULDN'T POO-POO IT

UNTIL YOU DO IT.

OOPS. WRONG END.

[LAUGHS]

EH, AHEM.

WORKS MUCH BETTER IF YOU POINT IT AT THE TARGET.

BUT YOU GET THE IDEA.

IT'S A SHRINKING RAY.

AW, FLAWLESS.

YEAH, WHO'S GOING TO BE SCARED

OF A LITTLE MONSTER?

[LOUD GROWL]

CHILL, BUD.

ONE PROBLEM.

YOU MUST BE WITHIN TWO FEET OF THE TARGET,

OR SHE DOESN'T WORK.

OH, THAT'S A LITTLE CLOSE FOR COMFORT.

I'M ALL OVER IT.

MAKE SURE TO POINT IT THE RIGHT WAY.

MAKE SURE TO POINT IT THE RIGHT WAY.

HOLD STILL, WOULD YOU?

WATCH IT.

WHOA, A LITTLE CLOSE THAT TIME.

OKAY, IT'S NOW OR NEVER.

GOTTA GO FOR IT.

[SHRINKING RAY FIRES]

[MONSTER GROANS]

NOT SO TOUGH NOW.

YOU MIND REVERSING THAT DOOHICKEY

ON THE THINGY AND, UH...

ZAPPING ME?

SURE THING.

SORRY, SIR C.

GUESS IT OVERCOOKED YOU.

MAYBE IF I JUST ADJUST--

LATER, MY BOY.

ALLOW ME TO ENJOY

MY ELEVATED STATUS FOR A WHILE.

YOU REALLY PULLED IT OFF, SIR C.

YOU TOTALLY SAVED THE DAY.

NOTHING TO IT.

PAC HAD THE REALLY BIG JOB.

BUT I AM PLEASED

WITH HOW MY LITTLE EXPERIMENT WORKED OUT.

[SHOUTING]

HELP, WE'RE STUCK IN HERE.

WHAT ABOUT US?

HEY, DO SOMETHING, YOU OLD FART.

HMM, LOOKS LIKE I BETTER GET TO WORK

INVENTING PAC-WORLD'S NEW DE-SLIMING STATIONS.

MEANWHILE, GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO RUN THEM THROUGH

THE NEAREST CARWASH.

FORGET IT!

NO REGENERATION CHAMBER FOR YOU.

THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO FAIL ME,

YOU INCOMPETENT TWIT!

HERE YOU GO, MY LORD.

WHAT'S THIS FOR?

I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT RELISH

SOME BATTING PRACTICE.

OOH.

EXCELLENT IDEA.

BATTER UP!

[LAUGHS]

OOF.

SORRY WE EVER DOUBTED YOU, SIR C.

YOU'RE THE GREATEST SCIENTIST EVER.

[PAC] WE KNOW YOU STILL GOT IT.

EVEN IF YOU ARE TOTALLY OUT THERE.

[SIR CUMFERENCE] STILL HEAR YOU.

OH, AND YOU'RE RIGHT.

I STILL GOT IT.

JUST CAN'T ALWAYS FIND IT.

BUT I ALSO HAVE SOME SERIOUS SCIENTIFIC COMPETITION

FROM THE NETHER WORLD. OOF!

SO, LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO BE STUCK

DOWN HERE FOR A LONG TIME,

WITH JUST THAT GRUMPY RUST BUCKET FOR COMPANY.

I'M READY FOR YOU THIS TIME,

BOLTS FOR BRAINS.

[GULPS]

WHAT YOU NEED IS A PET.

A PET MONSTER THAT IS.

BEFORE YOU SAY NO--

THE LITTLE GUY REALLY NEEDS A GOOD HOME.

POOR FURBALL'S AN ORPHAN LIKE PAC.

[ROBOT BEEPS]

I'D BE DELIGHTED TO ADOPT THIS ADORABLE BEASTIE.

THAT'S GREAT, SIR CUMFERENCE.

AWESOME. CONGRATS.

WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.

LIKE NOW.

BEFORE THE ADORABLE BEASTIE

STARTS TRASHING THE PLACE.

SEE YOU, SIR C.

[ALL] OH!

ALL RIGHT.

LOOKS LIKE THE OLD RUST BUCKET

HAS MET HIS MATCH.

[LAUGHS]

BßB [END THEME]

BßB [END THEME]