Original subtitles

THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST PARTY EVER!

UNLESS YOU-KNOW-WHO FINDS OUT THERE'S--

[PAC] FOOD!

HOLD IT, PAC!

THIS IS FOR SIR CUMFERENCE'S SURPRISE PARTY.

COOL! LET ME HELP!

I GOT MAD FOOD SAMPLING SKILLS!

YUMMERS. FACE IT, DUDE.

YOU TEND TO GET CARRIED AWAY AROUND FOOD.

ACTUALLY, IT'S THE FOOD THAT GETS CARRIED AWAY.

[SIGH] Y'KNOW, YOU'RE RIGHT.

I REALLY SHOULD WORK ON MY SELF-CONTROL.

AFTER ALL, I'M A ROLE MODEL, RIGHT?

PEOPLE NEED TO BE ABLE TO--

LOOK AT ME AND SAY--

"PAC-MAN KNOWS HOW TO--

"CONTROL HIMSELF.

"HE'S NOT ONE TO LET HIS--

GUT DO THE THINKING FOR HIM."

KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

PLEASE TELL ME THAT WAS LOCUSTS.

[SIGH] GUESS I'VE REALLY GOTTA LEARN MORE SELF-CONTROL.

uùu [OPENING THEME]

uù THE PAC IS BACK u

uù GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET uù

uù PAC'S OUR HERO u

uù PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT, YEAH uù

uù PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREME uù

uù HE'S A CHOWING-DOWN MACHINE uù

uù MONSTERS, GHOULS, AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP THEM uù

uù PAC-MAN RULES u

uù THE PAC IS BACK u

uù GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET uù

uù PAC'S OUR HERO u

uù THE PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT uù

[ARCADE MUSIC]

uù THE PAC IS BACK u

LORD BETRAYUS,

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I AM HOLDING HERE?

A BURNT DOMINO?

IT'S A MICROCHIP!

AND THIS ONE IS COVERED

WITH A NEW SUPER GLUE I JUST INVENTED--

SLIME STICK'EM!

GOSH. WOW.

HOW WILL I EVER COME DOWN FROM THIS TECHNO-HIGH?

ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE.

OH, NO. DUTY CALLS.

WHATEVER IT IS, GET IT OFF ME!

OH, DON'T BE SUCH A SPOILED SPORT!

NO.

STOP!

I MEAN IT.

NO MEANS NO.

GIMME, GIMME, GIMME!

[LAUGHING] WHILE TORMENTING MY TWIN IS HIGHLY REWARDING,

THE POINT OF THE MICROCHIP IS SO WE CAN CONTROL PAC-MAN.

WE SEND A GHOST TO PACWORLD, THEN LET PAC-MAN EAT HIM.

THE SLIME STICK'EM MICROCHIP

WILL STICK TO THE YELLOW BALL'S GIZZARD,

UND VOILA, HE'S OURS!

GOLD STAR FOR THE DOCTOR!

I'VE BEEN WANTING TO SUBJUGATE THAT LEMON LUMMOX

FOR A LONG TIME.

NOW, I'LL NEED A VOLUNTEER

FOR THIS IMPORTANT AND PAINFUL MISSION.

NO. NEIN. NYET.

NEGATORY. NIX!

AH, A VOLUNTEER!

THANK YOU, BRAVE MINION.

DIAL DOWN THE DROOL, BUDDY.

THIS FOOD IS OFF-LIMITS.

WHAT HE SAID. IT'S HIGH TIME

YOU LEARNED TO CONTROL YOUR APPETITE.

[SIGH] YOU'RE RIGHT, GUYS.

I KINDA LOST IT EARLIER.

SORRY. I'M JUST NOT SURE HOW TO DO IT.

FIRST YOU HAVE TO WANT TO CONTROL YOURSELF.

RIGHT! OKAY.

UMM, WHY?

A, IT'S HEALTHY TO EAT RIGHT,

B, OTHER PEOPLE NEED TO EAT OCCASIONALLY,

AND C, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF FOOD FOR THE PARTY.

COME ON, DUDE, DO IT FOR SIR C!

HERE'S A LITTLE TIP-- "OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND."

IF YOU LEAVE HERE,

YOU'LL FORGET ALL ABOUT THE BANQUET TABLE.

IT'S WORTH A TRY. BYE, FOOD.

HEY, WHAT GIVES?

FOLLOW THAT HOSE!

PAC!

WHOA, BRO, THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL SELF-CONTROL?

HEH-HEH.

I HAVE SELF-CONTROL.

IT'S MY TONGUE THAT DOESN'T.

[NOISILY EATING]

[PAC] CYLI AND SPIRAL SENT ME TO SEE YOU

BECAUSE THEY THINK I NEED TO CONTROL MY EATING.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

WHOO!

I THINK THAT WAS FUZBITZ MONSTER CHOW

YOU JUST WOLFED DOWN.

TASTY.

SO CAN YOU HELP ME, SIR C?

SIMPLICITY ITSELF, MY DEAR BOY.

THE PROBLEM IS ALL IN YOUR HEAD.

EASY TO FIX AS A LOOSE SCREW.

YOU JUST HAVE TO TELL YOUR BRAIN WHAT TO DO.

AND BE FIRM.

SO NEXT TIME THE URGE TO EAT HITS,

JUST SAY NO.

THAT'S IT?

THE MIND IS A POWERFUL TOOL.

PLUS, YOU'RE A HERO, PAC MY BOY.

YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU PUT YOUR MIND TO.

RIGHT. IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD.

[DUBIOUS SIGH]

UNFORTUNATELY, HIS STOMACH IS ALSO IN HIS HEAD.

[SIGH] LIFE HAS REACHED AN ALL-TIME LOW

WHEN A GHOST IS FORCED TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND HIS EYEBALLS.

[SCREAMING]

MMM. LUNCH.

PAC ATTACK!

THANKS TO MY OH-SO-BRILLIANT MICROCHIP,

WE CAN SEE WHAT BUTT-LER SEES.

NO AUDIO, HOWEVER.

A MINOR FLAW IN MY OTHERWISE PERFECT INVENTION.

[GROAN] WISH YOUR EGO HAD NO AUDIO.

NO, PLEASE.

MY LIFE IS SO DESPICABLY ROTTEN,

I'D PROBABLY GIVE YOU INDIGESTION.

MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT.

YOU DON'T LOOK ALL THAT FRESH.

AND THIS IS A GOOD CHANCE

FOR ME TO USE MY NEW SELF-CONTROL SKILL.

NO.

OKAY, GET GOING BEFORE MY BRAIN CHANGES ITS MIND!

OH, MAY THE HEAVENS RAIN DOWN RADIANT JEWELS

AND SWEETMEATS UPON YOU.

GO! TALKING ABOUT FOOD'S MAKING ME HUNGRY!

WHAT?

HE'S DISOBEYING ME!

OOH!

NOTHING DOING!

I WANT PAC-MAN TO EAT YOU.

UHH!

[BURBLING]

AAH!

OOF! OKAY.

YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PUSHING YOUR LUCK HERE.

PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T EAT ME.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. I'M OUT OF CONTROL.

YEAH? WELL, YOU'RE SURE TESTING MY CONTROL.

NO. NO. NO!

[GASP] THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

COME BACK, YOU CANARY-COLORED COWARD!

YOU'RE GONNA EAT THAT GHOST

IF I HAVE TO CRAM HIM DOWN YOUR GULLET!

NO. MOMMY, MAKE IT STOP.

AAH!

OOF!

AHH.

MUST...FIGHT...URGE.

EAT HIM, BLAST YOU!

HE'S RICH IN ANTI-OXIDANT SLIME!

BACK OFF.

WHY ME?

[GULP]

[BURP]

SORRY, DUDE. I TRIED.

WHOA.

I FEEL LIKE I SWALLOWED A PICKLED ELEPHANT.

[BIG BELCH]

[LAUGHING] WOW.

WILL MY GENIUS NEVER END?

DON'T TEMPT ME TO END IT FOR YOU.

CAN'T YOU SEE? THANKS TO MY CHIP,

WE ARE NOW SEEING WHAT THE PAC-MAN SEES.

[LAUGHING]

YO. OFF-LIMITS, CHOW-HOUND.

CHILLAX, GUYS.

SIR C HELPED ME UNDERSTAND THAT IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD.

LET'S TRY THIS OUT, SHALL WE?

SOUNDS GOOD.

WHEN I SAY "WE," I DON'T MEAN YOU AND ME.

I MEAN ME AND ME-- THE ROYAL WE. GOT IT?

OUI-OUI.

YOU SAY IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD?

AS IN YOU'RE JUST GONNA USE WILLPOWER, DUDE?

LIKE SIR C SAID, I AM A HERO, AFTER ALL.

I'LL JUST DO WHATEVER IT TAKES.

HERE WE GO, MERRILY.

[LAUGHING]

WHOA!

NO!

UNORTHODOX, BUT OKAY.

ATTA BOY, PACSTER. YOU'RE DOIN' GREAT.

[LAUGHING]

MY TURN. WRONG-O!

I INVENTED IT.

I OWN THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

WHOA!

[BETRAYUS, DR. BUTTOCKS ARGUING]

THAT'S IT, PAC. WRESTLE WITH THOSE URGES.

WAIT! WHAT?

STOP!

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

HELP!

[ARGUING]

HEY, WHATCHA WATCHIN'?

PACWORLD'S FUNNIEST VIDEOS?

[GASP] IT'S PACKUMS!

[SNICKERING] YEAH, LOOKS LIKE HE'S TOTALLY LOST IT.

DON'T YOU SEE?

BETRAYUS IS SOMEHOW CONTROLLING PAC-MAN

WITH THAT REMOTE.

[GIGGLE] MY POOR PACKLES.

WHAT A KLUTZ.

WE'VE GOT TO WARN HIM.

[SNICKERING] AW, COME ON.

JUST A LITTLE LONGER.

[SNICKERING] YEAH, IT'S TOO GOOD TO--

NOW! PARTY POOPER!

HE HASN'T TOUCHED A SCRAP OF FOOD.

THAT WILLPOWER THING IS REALLY WORKING.

EXCELLENT CONTROL, BRO.

OH, AND NICE DANCE MOVES, TOO.

WHAT HAPPENED TO NOBLESSE OBLIGE?

IT WENT OUT THE WINDOW,

WHICH IS WHERE YOU'RE GOING IF YOU DON'T BACK OFF!

HELP, GUYS!

STOP ME!

NO WAY.

YOU'RE FIGHTIN' THE GOOD FIGHT ALL BY YOURSELF.

[SIGH] THEY GROW UP SO FAST.

WOW.

LOOK AT HIM. TOTALLY IN CONTROL.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME.

BUT ONE THING'S FOR SURE.

I'M TOTALLY OUTTA CONTROL!

[GIGGLES]

YOU'RE IN MY POWER NOW,

YOU OVERGROWN TENNIS BALL.

WHAT SHOULD I DO TO YOU NEXT?

A LEAP OFF A CLIFF? A MOUTHFUL OF DIRT?

[GROAN] YOU KNOW, THE POINT OF THE MICROCHIP

IS TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY PACWORLD,

NOT MAKE PAC-MAN DO CHARADES.

HMM.

I RARELY SAY THIS, AND NEVER QUOTE ME,

BUT YOU'RE RIGHT.

NOW, WHAT SHOULD BE MY NEXT MOVE?

PERHAPS THE TREE OF LIFE?

[GASP] THE TREE OF LIFE.

IF I DESTROY THAT, PACWORLD IS DOOMED.

BUT WAIT. YOUR MICROCHIP ISN'T THAT GOOD.

I CAN'T READ THE PAC RAT'S MIND.

TRUE. HOWEVER, IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

BEFORE PAC-MAN GOES TO THE TREE TO GET MORE BERRIES,

UND WHEN HE DOES--

THAT'S IT!

MASTERFUL THINKING.

WORTHY OF ME. HEH HEH HEH.

UNTIL THAT TIME,

I SHALL CONTINUE TO TORTURE THAT WAKKA-WAKKA WEENIE.

ACTUALLY, MANIPULATING THAT GLUTTON HAS MADE ME HUNGRY.

WHERE IS BUTT-LER WITH MY LUNCH?

I JUST SAW HIS BEADY EYEBALLS ZIP BY,

SO HE'S PROBABLY STILL IN THE REGENERATION CHAMBER.

AW, FOZZNOZZLE!

AH, BUT IT'S MONSTER MEATLOAF MONDAY AT OGLE'S.

YUMMY.

I WILL GLADLY HOLD THE REMOTE FOR YOU.

AH! NOTHING DOING.

I'M NOT LETTING THIS BABY

I'M NOT LETTING THIS BABY

OUT OF MY DICTATORIAL SIGHT.

AW, NOZZFOZZLE.

HEY. I'M NORMAL AGAIN.

[INKY] AH, NEWS FLASH, PAL.

YOU WAS NEVER NORMAL.

[BLENKY] BUT YOU'RE EVEN WEIRDER

SINCE BETRAYUS GOT CONTROL OF YA.

SAY WHAT? WHA--

HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?

LOOK AWAY. LOOK AWAY!

BETRAYUS CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR EYES.

[BLINKY] BUT LUCKILY, HE CAN'T HEAR YOU.

I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME.

PLORD B'S BEEN USING

SOME KIND OF REMOTE CONTROL THINGY ON YOU

THAT DR. HEINIE-HEAD CREATED.

SO NOW YOU'RE HIS PATHETIC PAC-PUPPET.

YEAH. IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

THAT'S WHY I'VE BEEN ACTING SO WEIRD.

WELL, AT LEAST PART OF IT.

SO NOW WE GOTTA MAKE LIKE A PUPPY PARASITE AND FLEE.

THANKS, GUYS. ALL RIGHT, PAC, THINK.

HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET BACK IN CONTROL?

MAYBE IF I ATE A POWER BERRY,

IT MIGHT BUST BETRAYUS' HOLD ON ME.

GOOD THINKING. THANKS, PACKY.

YOU'RE WELCOME. BUT, DUDE, DON'T CALL ME PACKY.

OH, NO! HIS APPETITE IS TRYING TO TAKE OVER AGAIN.

DON'T WORRY, BRO! I'LL STOP YA!

WHOA.

HEY, WAY HARSH. WHAT'S THE DEAL?

JUST HELPING YOU HELP YOURSELF.

NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

SURE WE DO, PAC. AND WE'LL DO ANYTHING WE CAN

TO HELP YOU KEEP IT UNDER CONTROL.

THE MONSTER MEATLOAF WAS OKAY, BUT THE SLUG SALAD--

OOH-- GAVE ME GAS.

BIG TIME.

AH!

LET THE GAMES BEGIN AGAIN!

JUST STOP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR A SEC.

BETRAYUS HAS SOME KIND OF GIZMO THAT'S MAKING ME ACT WEIRD.

YEAH, RIGHT.

NO. SERIOUSLY.

HE'S MAKING ME- GAH!

HE'S MAKING YOU WHAT?

HE'S MAKING ME-- GLURK!

SO IS IT "GAH" OR "GLURK"?

UNH!

I'M HOPING IF I--

ERF--

EAT A BERRY, I CAN-- AAH!--

REGAIN CONTROL.

OKAY. OFF THE GRID EVEN FOR PACSTER.

WE'LL HELP YA, DUDE.

JUST TELL US WHAT YOU NEED.

THAT.

GOT IT. OH, NO.

ALMOST. ARRGH!

UH-- HOLD ON.

AAH!

AAH! NO! NOT ON BERRIES!

OH, NO. AWW!

SO, MY PUPPET PUSS, WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS BERRIES,

YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO GO TO THE TREE OF LIFE NOW, WON'T YOU?

AND THEN I'LL HAVE YOU DESTROY IT!

[LAUGHING]

UHH! COME ON. YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME NOW.

FOR SURE. THERE'S NO WAY YOU'D EVER DESTROY FOOD.

TRUE DAT. BUT HOW IS BETRAYUS DOING IT?

SOME KIND OF REMOTE. HE CAN EVEN SEE WHAT I SEE.

IN THAT CASE--154608

[LAUGHING] BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS HE CAN'T HEAR ME.

SO WHAT DO WE DO?

WE WAIT TILL DARK, BLINDFOLD ME,

DODGE ALL THE GHOST AND MONSTER GUARDS,

SNEAK ME INTO BETRAYUS' CASTLE,

AND DESTROY THAT REMOTE CONTROL.

OH, IS THAT ALL?

[SIGH] WELL, WE'D BETTER BE QUICK,

OR WE'LL MISS SIR CUMFERENCE'S BANQUET TONIGHT.

YEAH, BABY. TIME FOR MISSION IM-PAC-ABLE.

HEH-HEH. IF I CAN'T SEE, THEN NEITHER CAN BETRAYUS.

I FEEL LIKE I'M MISSING A BIG LOGIC POINT HERE, PAC.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS MISSION?

OH, YEAH. WHY CAN'T CYLI AND ME GO FOR IT?

BECAUSE-- OOF! OW!

HEH. SORRY, DUDE. MY BAD.

ANYWAY, I CHECKED WITH SIR C,

AND HE FIGURES I'M SOMEHOW LINKED TO THE REMOTE,

SO I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN BREAK IT.

OKAY, WE SEEN THE BIG LEMON

DO SOME PRETTY OUT-THERE STUFF,

BUT THIS TAKES IT.

SURE GLAD WE RAN INTO YOU.

MAKE THAT THROUGH US.

AH. SORRY.

BUT I'M GOING TO NEED ONE OF YOU GHOSTS TO BE MY EYES

WHEN I SNEAK INTO THE THRONE ROOM.

OH, YEAH, LIKE WE'RE GONNA RISK OUR AFTER-LIVES.

YEAH. KEEP DREAMING.

COME ON, GUYS, SHOW SOME GUTS.

GUTS? WE-- WE DON'T EVEN HAVE BODIES.

I'LL HELP YOU, PACKUMS.

SOME OF US CARE MORE THAN OTHERS.

YOU'RE THE BEST, PINKY.

YEAH, I KNOW.

WHY IS THE SCREEN DARK?

THE PAC-MAN MUST BE ASLEEP.

HOW DARE HE SLEEP WHEN I'M NOT TIRED.

FRIED FIRE-SLUGS, M'LORD?

NOT NOW. I'VE GOT TO WAKE THAT LEMON PUFF UP.

[EFFORT GRUNTS]

OW! OW! OW!

UH! UH!

MUST BE A SERIOUSLY SOUND SLEEPER.

GUH... THERE'S NOTHING TO DO UNTIL I CAN SEE AGAIN.

YEEOW!

OOF.

[YAWNING]

I PROBABLY SHOULD TAKE A NAP, TOO, WHILE I'M WAITING.

DO YOU WANT ME TO FETCH YOUR TEDDY BEAR, SIR?

I AM THE OVERLORD OF EVIL.

I DO NOT USE TEDDY BEARS.

BRING ME MY EVIL MR. SNUFFLE-BUNNYKINS, HM?

HOPEFULLY, WITH MY CHAMELEON CAMOUFLAGE, NO ONE CAN SEE ME.

YOU'RE NEARLY ABOVE THE TARGET NOW.

[SNORING, MUTTERING]

BUT I DON'T SEE THE REMOTE.

A LITTLE MORE TO THE LEFT.

MORE LEFT.

[STRAINING] ROGER THAT.

[GRUNT]

GREAT.

NOW MY FRIENDS ARE BASHING ME AROUND, TOO.

SORRY. I MEANT MY LEFT.

WAIT. IF BETRAYUS IS ASLEEP, HE CAN'T SEE, SO I CAN.

WAIT. IF BETRAYUS IS ASLEEP, HE CAN'T SEE, SO I CAN.

[GRUNTING] MY GRIP'S STARTING TO SLIP.

[GRUNTS] MINE, TOO.

IF YOU SPIT ON YOUR HANDS, IT GIVES YOU A BETTER HOLD.

BUT NOT BOTH OF US AT THE SAME TIME.

GUYS!

[CYLI, SPIRAL] PHEW.

[FART]

OHH...

NOT SILENT, BUT PLENTY DEADLY.

[COUGHING]

OH, THANK GOODNESS.

MOMMY, SPHEROS HIT ME!

[WHIMPERING]

PINKY, HELP ME FIND WHERE HE PUT THE REMOTE.

[BETRAYUS SNORING]

[GASP] I SEE IT.

FOOD.

NO. MUST PRACTICE SELF-CONTROL.

STILL, JUST ONE WOULDN'T HURT.

NO. STAY FOCUSED.

IT DOES LOOK EXOTIC, THOUGH.

NOPE, I'M NOT GONNA.

[GASP] IT'S YOU, YOU BIG YOU!

FLUFFY, ATTACK THE PAC.

[GROWLING, BARKING]

AAH!

[BOTH] YEAH.

KNEW THAT BUNGEE LINE WOULD COME IN HANDY.

SCORE ONE FOR TEAM PAC.

I'VE GOT THIS.

NICELY SHOVED, SIR.

OOF!

WHATEVER I-- OOF--

JUST ATE-- OW--

ISN'T ENJOYING-- OOF--

THIS.

[BURP]

[GASP] NOT THE CHIP!

HMM. INTERESTING TURN OF EVENTS.

BUTT-LER, DON'T YOU DARE.

I WILL PUNISH AND HUMILIATE YOU IF YOU DO.

YOU DO THAT ANYWAY, M'LORD, SO WHY NOT ENJOY THE MOMENT?

GO FOR IT, DUDE.

AAH!

[PAC] I HOPE WE'RE NOT TOO LATE

FOR SIR CUMFERENCE'S SURPRISE PARTY.

WELL, I'VE GOT A FEELING

THEY'LL HOLD OFF CELEBRATING TILL WE GET THERE.

[ALL] SURPRISE!

SINCE YOU'RE THE GUEST OF HONOR.

DUDE, THE PARTY WAS FOR YOU ALL ALONG.

UH, ABOUT THAT WHOLE SELF-CONTROL THING?

GO FOR IT! PARTY ON.

HA HA!

[BURP]