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[SPIRAL] WONDER WHY THE PREZ SENT FOR US THIS TIME.

[PAC-MAN] DON'T KNOW, BUT HE SOUNDED SERIOUSLY STRESSED OUT.

WE GOT HERE AS FAST AS WE COULD, SIR.

YOU SAID IT WAS AN EMERGENCY?

IT'S SIR CUMFERENCE.

HE'S DOWN IN HIS LAB

AND HASN'T ANSWERED ANY OF MY CALLS.

HE DIDN'T EVEN COME OUT FOR HIS LUNCH

MAYBE HE ISN'T HUNGRY, BUT I SURE AM.

[BELCHES] EXCUSE ME.

I'M WORRIED SOMETHING MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO HIM.

YOU MEAN, LIKE, MAYBE GOT NAILED BY HIS MURPHY BED AGAIN?

OR SOME NETHERWORLD ATTACK.

WE BETTER CHECK IT OUT.

UNFORTUNATELY, ALL THE ENTRANCES ARE LOCKED,

SO I WAS HOPING YOU COULD FIND SOME OTHER WAY IN.

NO PROB, MR. PREZ.

TITANIUM PAC-MAN CAN HANDLE IT.

WHOA.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT?

UH-OH.

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 AND PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT uù

[ARCADE MUSIC]

uù THE PAC IS BACK u

WHAT IN THE...

WHOA, THERE. HUH?

[BARKS]

GOOD TO SEE YOU, TOO, FUZBITZ.

BUT SIR C STILL NEEDS TO INVENT

SOME SUPER STRONG BREATH MINTS FOR YOU.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

YOU TELL ME, SILLY.

WHY DID YOUNG PAC DRILL A HOLE IN MY CEILING?

THE PRESIDENT THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE.

OH, NOT ME,

BUT GRINDER'S BEEN HAVING A TOUGH TIME

WITH THESE PESKY CHOMPERS.

STEADY NOW, GRINDER.

WHAT IS THIS THING?

SHH, IT'S A TIP-TIP TOP SECRET,

AND, FRANKLY, TOO SOON TO TELL

WHAT THE HECK I WAS THINKING WHEN I STARTED.

HOWEVER, I'M CERTAIN THAT WHEN IT'S FINISHED,

IT WILL HELP PROTECT PACWORLD FROM NETHERWORLD INVASIONS.

WHICH REMINDS ME,

I'M GLAD YOU DROPPED IN.

I COULD USE YOUR HELP

SECURING THE LATEST ELEMENT

NECESSARY TO COMPLETE MY INVENTION.

SURE. WHATEVER YOU NEED.

IT'S CALLED SLIMETANIUM,

AND IT'S ONLY FOUND IN THE NETHERWORLD.

[WHIMPERING]

DON'T WORRY, FUZBITZ.

YOU NEVER HAVE TO SEE THE NETHERWORLD AGAIN.

WHAT EXACTLY IS SLIMETANIUM?

I'M WAY TOO BUSY TO CHAT RIGHT NOW, BUT COME BACK TOMORROW,

AND WE'LL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO TALK SLIMETANIUM

BEFORE JOURNEYING INTO THE NETHERWORLD.

[YELPS]

[GROANS] THIS BETTER BE GOOD, BUTTOCKS.

OH, BETTER THAN GOOD, YOUR INSIDIOUSNESS.

BEHOLD MY NEW BRAIN-SUCK DEVICE,

WHICH CAN SUCK INTELLIGENCE

AND MEMORY FROM ANY MIND

INTO THIS LITTLE BOTTLE.

SO YOUR DEVICE SUCKS.

EXACTLY.

ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE.

OH, NO.

AAH!

OH, YES.

VOILA, MY BROTHER'S LIMITED IQ

IS NOW BOTTLED BY BUTTOCKS.

LEAVING HIM...

A THUMB-SUCKING ZOMBIE.

IN FACT, A VAST IMPROVEMENT. [CHUCKLES]

I'M SURE GLAD WE WEREN'T THE ONES THAT GOT BRAIN DRAINED.

GEE, YA THINK?

HM, NOT BAD.

NOW ALL I NEED IS TO CAPTURE PAC-MAN

AND SUCK THE BRAINS RIGHT OUT OF HIM,

LEAVING HIM A VACANT LEMON BALL.

[CACKLES]

OVER MY DEAD--

OKAY, I'M OVER IT.

PUT BUTTLER'S BRAINS BACK.

I NEED MY LUNCH SERVED.

IF YOU INSIST.

[WHIMPERING]

ONE OF THESE DAYS...

I SURE HOPE PACKY ISN'T PLANNING ON VISITING

THE NETHERWORLD EVER AGAIN...

WE'VE JUST PICKED A FRESH SUPPLY OF POWER BERRIES

SO WE'RE READY TO HIT THE NETHERWORLD.

YOU JUST NEED TO TELL US WHERE WE'LL FIND THE SLIMETANIUM.

EXCELLENT.

UH, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

STYLISH, ISN'T IT?

I INVENTED IT

SO I WON'T NEED BERRY-POWER

TO WITHSTAND THE NETHERWORLD ENVIRONMENT

ON OUR LITTLE ADVENTURE TODAY,

EH, GRINDER?

[BEEPS]

OUR LITTLE ADVENTURE?

YOU'RE NOT COMING WITH US?

AND WHY NOT?

I WAS A FEARLESS FREEDOM FIGHTER IN MY TIME,

AS YOU WELL KNOW!

[SILLY MARTIAL ARTS CRIES]

[PAC] INCOMING!

FUZBITZ AT FOUR O'CLOCK!

[DIZZY GROANS]

SORRY ABOUT THAT, BITZ.

BUT STILL, PRETTY GOOD MOVES, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF,

AND I DO.

BUT MAYBE--

REMEMBER, ONCE COMPLETED,

MY NEW INVENTION WILL HELP PROTECT PACWORLD.

BESIDES, YOU'LL NEED MY SCIENTIFIC EXPERTISE

TO EXTRACT THE SLIMETANIUM.

EH, HE'S GOT US THERE.

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, PINKY?

DUH, I NEED TO GET TO PACWORLD

AND WARN PACKY TO NEVER SET FOOT IN NETHERWORLD AGAIN.

YO, HERE COMES YOUR WOULD-BE BOYFRIEND NOW.

I'VE HAD IT WITH YOUR CRUEL JOKES, BUSTER.

NO JOKE. LOOK.

BERRY POWER ROCKS.

IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO FLY.

NOT REALLY.

[GASPS] PAC'S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR A BRAIN SUCK.

PAC. I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU,

BUT I'M NOT GLAD TO SEE YOU

BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF NETHERWORLD NOW

BEFORE LORD B CAPTURES YOU

AND HEINIE-HEAD SUCKS OUT YOUR BRAINS!

UH, ANYONE HAVE A CLUE WHAT SHE'S RANTING ABOUT?

BETRAYUS WANTS TO TURN YOU INTO A MINDLESS ZOMBIE.

A LEMON DROP WITH NO JUICE.

FRESH-SQUEEZED.

MY DISEMBODIED BRETHREN AREN'T EXAGGERATING.

YOU NEED TO SCRAM.

CAN'T. GOTTA FIND AN INGREDIENT

FOR A REALLY IMPORTANT INVENTION SIR C'S WORKING ON.

INDEED HE DOES. SLIMETANIUM.

HMMM, I BELIEVE THE LAYMAN'S TERM

IS CYCLOPEAN EYE GOO,

GENERALLY DERIVED AT GREAT PERIL

FROM A SLEEPING CYCLOPS GHOST.

PRECISELY.

AW, YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING.

THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?

NOT AT ALL.

IN FACT, I'LL NEED THE EYE GOO OF TWO CYCLOPS GHOSTS

TO COMPLETE MY INVENTION.

EYE GOO TIMES TWO? NO WAY.

I DO HAPPEN TO KNOW

JUST WHERE A COUPLE OF CYCLOPS GHOSTS

LIKE TO NAP AND IT'S RIGHT---

[INKY] PUT A SOCK IN IT.

IF BETRAYUS FINDS OUT WE'RE HELPING PAC-MAN...

HE'LL SUCK OUR BRAINS OUT.

GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO FIND THE CYCLOPS GHOSTS ON OUR OWN.

C'MON, GUYS.

I'M NOT AFRAID OF BETRAYUS.

WELL, MAYBE A LITTLE, BUT I'LL--

TRY IT AGAIN AND I'LL SUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT OF YOUR NOSE.

[GULPS] I THINK SHE MEANS IT.

FOR SURE?

THIS WAY TO THE CYCLOPS' NAPPING ZONE.

FOLLOW ME, FREEDOM FIGHTERS.

EXCUSE ME.

SURE THING. NO PROBLEM.

EWWW...

YUCK...

UH, WHAT'S WITH HIM?

SIR C IS JUST EXCITED TO BE BACK IN ACTION.

LUCKY US.

WHOO! HOO-HOO!

LOOK OUT.

DUCK.

THE CYCLOPS CAVE IS IN THERE.

YOU CAN'T MISS IT.

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP, PINKY.

ANYTHING FOR YOU, PACKUMS.

AND HERE'S A HUG FOR GOOD LUCK.

UH, THANKS.

ANYTHING FOR YOU, PACKUMS.

NO TIME TO LOSE.

ONWARD, FREEDOM FIGHTERS.

EASY, SIR C. IT'S NARROW IN THERE.

INDEED. IT REQUIRES NIMBLE FOOTWORK.

WATCH AND LEARN, MY BOY.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

OH!

[CLEARS THROAT]

PERHAPS THE CAVERN WAS A BIT NARROW.

I SUGGEST WE CONTINUE ON FOOT.

[SCREAMS]

GOTCHA.

[GRUNTING]

GOTCHA.

GOTCHA.

BUT NOT FOR LONG.

UNLESS...

[ALL SCREAMING]

WHEW.

THANKS, PAC, THAT WAS CLOSE.

AS IN, WAY TOO.

[SNORING]

DEFINITELY SOUNDS LIKE CYCLOPS SNORING.

[SNORING]

LET ME TAKE IT FROM HERE, SIR C.

AAH!

ONE DOWN, GOO TO GO.

I'LL GET THE OTHER ONE.

WAIT.

WHOA. OOPSY DAISY.

SEE? [CHUCKLES]

NO HARM--

[ROARS]

UH, SO SORRY TO DISTURB YOU, BIG--

[ROARS]

WHOA-BOY.

LET HIM GO, OR I'LL GOBBLE YOU UP.

[GASPS] P-P-P-PAC-MAN.

OH, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T EAT ME.

[SCREAMS]

SINCE YA ASKED NICE. BYE.

[YAWNS]

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

SOUND THE ALARM.

WHA--

CAN'T A DISEMBODIED DESPOT

GET A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP AROUND HERE?

AM I DREAMING?

CALLING ALL GHOSTS.

OH, AND MONSTERS, TOO.

PAC-MAN AND COMPANY ARE IN THE NETHERWORLD.

CAPTURE THEM AT ONCE,

IF NOT SOONER.

OOH, I'LL HAVE THAT LEMON BON-BON'S BRAINS

SUCKED OUT BY BREAKFAST.

OR BETTER YET FOR BREAKFAST.

OH, LOOKS LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND'S--

DON'T EVEN GO THERE, INKY.

EH, WHAT THE HECK.

WE'VE GOT COMPANY, PAC.

PAC SNACKS.

I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH FUN IN,

WELL, I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN.

WATCH THIS.

UH-OH. HEADS UP, GUYS.

[SCREAMS]

GOTCHA, CYLI.

YOU OKAY?

SURE, AS LONG AS I STAY OUT OF SIR C'S WAY.

BUT CAN HE STAY OUT OF THEIR WAY.

HE'S NEVER GONNA OUTRUN THOSE FLAME-BREATHERS.

NOT WITHOUT A LITTLE PUSH.

COME ON.

[CHUCKLING] FULL SPEED AHEAD.

[CYLI] THEY'RE GAINING ON US.

[GRUNTING]

AW, STOP GRIPING, GRINDER. WE'RE ALL STILL IN ONE PIECE.

[SIGHS] BARELY.

WELL, I GUESS I MADE A MESS OF THE MISSION,

BUT AT LEAST WE GOT HALF THE SLIMETANIUM I NEED

TO COMPLETE MY NEW INVENTION.

[CLICKS]

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE BUILDING, SIR CUMFERENCE,

BUT NOTHING IS WORTH RISKING PAC

HAVING HIS BRAIN DRAINED.

HEH, NO JOKE.

NO NEED TO SAY MORE.

I CAN TELL YOU THINK THIS FREEDOM FIGHTER IS OVER THE HILL.

AND MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT...

SIR C SURE LOOKED BUMMED.

MAYBE HE MESSED UP TODAY,

BUT HE HAS CREATED LOADS OF AWESOME STUFF.

THAT ALWAYS ENDS UP HELPING TO SAVE PACWORLD.

COME ON,

LET'S GO BACK AND TELL SIR C

WE'LL FIND SOME WAY TO GET THE REST OF THE SLIMETANIUM HE NEEDS.

YOU GOT IT.

DOWN WITH THAT.

[BARKING]

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, FUZBITZ?

NONE OF US SPEAK MONSTER.

[SPEAKING MONSTER]

UH, SIR CUMFERENCE?

THAT SIR C WENT BACK TO THE NETHERWORLD...

ALONE?

GRINDER DIDN'T GO WITH HIM?

OH, NO.

WHAT IF THEY CAPTURE SIR CUMFERENCE

AND SUCK OUT HIS BRAIN?

WE GOTTA GET BACK TO THE NETHERWORLD FAST.

YOU WAIT HERE, FUZBITZ.

YEAH, IT'S, LIKE, WAY TOO DANGEROUS

FOR YOU TO EVER GO BACK THERE.

[GROWLS, SNIFFING]

AW, FUZBITZ DOESN'T CARE.

HE LOVES SIR C, TOO, SO HE'S GOING TO HELP US TRACK HIM. RIGHT?

I'LL SHOW THOSE YOUNG WHIPPERPACKERS

I'M NOT PAST MY PRIME.

ONCE A FREEDOM FIGHTER, ALWAYS A FREEDOM FIGHTER.

[SNICKERING]

[SNICKERS] DON'T YOU MEAN ONCE AN OLD FOOL,

ALWAYS AN OLD FOOL?

BRING HIM TO ME.

[SNIFFING]

[GRUNTS]

UH, WASN'T THE CYCLOPS' CAVE IN THE OTHER DIRECTION?

UNLESS I'M WRONG, AND I SURE HOPE I AM,

THIS LEADS TO BETRAYUS' CASTLE.

THEN THAT MEANS SIR C IS PROBABLY ALREADY A PRISONER.

[LAUGHING]

I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO BRAIN-SUCK SIR CIRCUMFERENCE.

IT WILL BE QUITE AN HONOR

TO STEAL THE MOST BRILLIANT MIND EVER

WELL, BESIDES MINE, OF COURSE.

THINK OF ALL THE KNOWLEDGE THAT PACWORLD WILL LOSE

UND THE NETHERWORLD WILL GAIN.

[SIGHS]

OH, I WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE THE PAC-MAN

THAN THIS KOOKY OLD COOT,

BUT GO AHEAD,

SUCK OUT WHAT LITTLE SENSE HE HAS LEFT.

WELL, DOCTOR, IF I HAVE TO BECOME A BRAINLESS BOOB,

AT LEAST I'VE FALLEN TO A WORTHY OPPONENT.

I JUST WISH, BEFORE MY MIND TURNS TO MUSH,

THAT I KNEW HOW THIS BRILLIANT INVENTION WORKS.

ACTUALLY, IT'S INGENIOUSLY SIMPLE, REALLY--

ENOUGH!

OR I'LL SUCK OUT YOUR INFLATED EGO,

BUT I'LL NEED A BIGGER BOTTLE.

UH, RIGHT AWAY, YOUR INSISTENTNESS.

THIS IS BAD, REALLY BAD.

GET THAT TRAITOROUS FUZZ-BALL,

AND GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!

THIS MIGHT GO BETTER IF YOU STOOD STILL, M'LORD.

[CHUCKLES] I REALLY DO NEED TO WORK ON THOSE BREATH MINTS.

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SUCKING MY BRAIN.

OOH. AH.

[MARTIAL ARTS CRY]

WHOA, EXTREME.

SERIOUSLY COOL MOVES.

[MARTIAL ARTS CRIES]

AND I TAUGHT 'EM ALL TO GRINDER.

THANKS, GRINDER, I'VE GOT MY OWN WINGS.

LET'S GO HOME, FREEDOM FIGHTERS.

YOU COMING, PACSTER?

JUST GOT A COUPLE OF TWIN BACKSIDES TO TAKE CARE OF.

[GIGGLING]

[BOTH GASP]

[GHOSTS SCREAMING]

[BELCHES]

[SIGHS] MY HERO.

YEAH, WE MADE IT WITH ALL OUR BRAINS INTACT,

THANKS TO SIR C.

[CHUCKLES]

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES.

KICKING THOSE TWIN TUSH-HEADS.

WE'RE SORRY WE EVER DOUBTED YOU.

NO JOKE. THINK YOU COULD TEACH US SOME OF YOUR MOVES?

OH, SURE THING.

GOT HOME SAFE WITH THE EYE GOO, TOO.

SO EXACTLY WHAT ARE YOU BUILDING?

THAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN, CYLINDRIA. [CHUCKLES]

BUT I PROMISE YOU THREE WILL BE THE FIRST TO KNOW.

[SIR CUMFERENCE] MAY I PROUDLY PRESENT

THE LEMON ROCKET!

THIS IS THE FIRST GENETIC HYBRID IN HISTORY.

I USED PAC-MAN'S DNA

TO CREATE THIS EXTRAORDINARY VEHICLE,

WHICH, THANKS TO SLIMETANIUM,

A.K.A. CYCLOPS EYE GOO,

ALSO HAS CRUISE AND CLIMATE CONTROL

FOR DOWN UNDER OR UP YONDER IN SPACE.

OH, AWESOME. WOW.

[PAC-MAN] WAY COOL.

[SIR CUMFERENCE] WOULD YOU DO THE HONORS, PAC, MY BOY?

HELLO? AM I YELLOW?

[CRASH]

[CHUCKLES] WHOOPS.

[GROANS]

MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE LEFT SIR CUMFERENCE

LOCKED UP IN HIS LAB.