Original subtitles

- SO WHAT EXACTLY AM I LOOKING FOR, SIR C?

- I'M HONESTLY NOT SURE, PAC.

MY SENSOR PICKED UP A STRANGE SIGNAL FROM SPACE.

I WAS HOPING YOUR YOUNG EYES COULD DISCERN

WHAT MY CREAKING PEEPERS CANNOT.

- WHOA! A SHOOTING STAR!

COSMIC COOLNESS!

- MAKE A WISH, PAC-STAR.

- OKAY, LET'S SEE.

[gasp] METEOR!

TAKE COVER! [thud]

- [giggles] IT'S JUST A TINY FIREFLY, PAC.

HARMLESS.

- OH, YOU GOT ME SPARKPLUG.

- [barking, growling]

- OKAY, BACK TO WORK. [laughs]

I'M NOT GONNA FALL FOR THAT AGAIN.

FETCH THE FIREFLY, FUZBITS!

- [barks]

[grunts] [droid beeps]

- PERHAPS IF I CALIBRATE THE FRAMISTAT 3 DEGREES EAST,

AND ADJUST THE LOOK-A-LIZER A SQUINT AND A HALF--

[gasps] THAT'S NO FIREFLY.

THAT'S NOT EVEN A SHOOTING STAR!

IT'S A GARGANTUAN GHOSTEROID!

AND IT'S ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH OUR PLANET!

[all gasp]

I'M AFRAID WE'RE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE

AN EXTINCTION-LEVEL SLIMING!

- THAT WAS NOT WHAT I WISHED FOR.

[Pac-Man game intro theme]

- ? THE PAC IS BACK ?

? GHOSTS CHOMPIN' AT HIS FEET, PAC'S OUR HERO ?

? PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT, YEAH ?

- ? PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREME ?

? HE'S A CHOWIN' DOWN MACHINE ?

? GHOSTS, MONSTERS, GHOULS ?

? AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP THEM ?

- ? PAC-MAN RULES ?

- ? THE PAC IS BACK ?

? GHOSTS CHOMPIN' AT HIS FEET, PAC'S OUR HERO ?

? AND PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT ?

? THE PAC IS BACK ?

- OH, YES, YOU BIG, BEAUTIFUL BEHEMOTH!

COME TO PAPA!

- [laughs]

MY PLAN IS WORKING PERFECTLY!

MY MEGA-MAGNETIC ATTRACTIVATOR IS DRAWING THE GHOSTEROID

TOWARD PAC-WORLD FROM THE INKY DEPTHS OF SPACE!

LIKE A FLY TO HONEY.

LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. LIKE--

- OKAY, OKAY! I GET IT!

THE BIG, DUMB GHOST LOVES THE SOUND OF YOUR SIGNAL.

SO, CRANK IT UP TO 11 AND REEL IN MY CATCH.

- [laughs]

- WHEN THE GHOSTEROID STRIKES PAC-WORLD,

IT WILL SLIME THE PLANET SURFACE

AND LEAVE THE NETHERWORLD INTACT.

ONCE THE PAC QUAKES...

[laughs] - [grunting]

- GIANT SLIME TSUNAMIS... [liquid splashes]

- [garbled cough]

- AND LIGHTNING STORMS ABATE.

- [groaning]

- WE CAN INVADE TOPSIDE,

EASILY OVERCOMING WHATEVER RESISTANCE WE ENCOUNTER

FROM THE TRAUMATIZED POPULACE, EH?

- [laughs]

I'D LOVE TO SEE THE LOOK

ON MY POMPOUS BROTHER'S PRESIDENTIAL PUSS

WHEN HE HEARS THE NEWS OF HIS IMPENDING DOOM.

- [grunts]

"IMPENDING DOOM" YOU SAY?

- 'FRAID SO.

COMPLETE AND CATACLYSMIC DOOM.

- [gasps] - REMAIN CALM.

- GOOD IDEA.

- YEAH, 'CAUSE THAT THING'S

STILL, LIKE, A MILLION MILES AWAY.

- SO IT WON'T GET HERE FOR...

HOW LONG, SIR C?

- WELL, LET ME SEE.

UH, 14 TO THE POWER OF PI, AND, UH...

NO MORE THAN 21 MINUTES.

- DOOM! WE ARE SO DOOMED!

"D" TO THE "-OOM"! DOOMED!

- I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE DOOMED.

THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WE CAN DO.

- WHAT IF EVERYBODY ON THE PLANET

ATE BEAN SANDWICHES AT THE SAME TIME?

THEN WE ALL FART IN THE SAME DIRECTION.

THAT WOULD CHANGE THE PLANET'S ORBIT AND DODGE THE GHOSTEROID!

RIGHT?

- UH, NO OFFENCE, SPIRAL,

BUT THAT IDEA STINKS.

OKAY, WHAT IF WE PAINT THE ENTIRE PLANET BLACK,

SO WE BLEND INTO THE BACKGROUND OF SPACE,

AND THE GHOSTEROID WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SEE US

WHEN IT PASSES?

- YOUR IDEA HAS MERIT, CYLINDRIA,

BUT THERE IS REGRETTABLY NOT ENOUGH PIGMENT

ON PAC-WORLD TO PAINT THE PLANET.

[balloon pops]

NOW I COULD CONCEIVABLY CREATE A BLACK HOLE GENERATOR

THAT WOULD SWALLOW THE GHOSTEROID.

BUT IT WOULD ALSO SWALLOW PAC-WORLD,

THE REST OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM,

AND EVENTUALLY THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.

- THAT THING'S JUST A GINORMOUS GHOST.

TOO BAD I'M NOT BIG ENOUGH TO SWALLOW IT.

- HEE-HEE!

PAC, MY LAD, YOU ARE A GENIUS!

- TOP IT OFF, GRINDER.

I DON'T WANT TO BE RUNNING ON EMPTY

WHEN I'M HALF A MILLION MILES FROM HOME.

[triumphant music]

? ?

- GRINDER, YOU GLUTTONOUS GEARBOX!

I TOLD YOU THAT ROCKET FUEL IS TOO RICH FOR YOUR SYSTEM!

I'VE BEEN RUNNING DNA TESTS ON CERTAIN POWERBERRIES

AND THIS ONE IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU'LL NEED.

WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT, GOBBLE IT DOWN.

[chuckles] YOU'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO, MY BOY.

GRINDER WILL NAVIGATE YOU THROUGH THE PERILS OF SPACE

AND GET YOU SAFELY TO THE GHOSTEROID.

I HOPE.

- I WISH WE COULD GO WITH YOU, PAC.

- AS DO I.

BUT THERE ISN'T ROOM IN THE LEMON ROCKET

FOR YOU TWO.

HOWEVER, I HAVE EVERY CONFIDENCE

I WILL HAVE THE PAC-ORGHINI SPACEWORTHY

AND READY TO LAUNCH IN CASE THINGS GO

HORRIBLY, HORRIBLY WRONG.

- WELL, THAT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER.

- OH, YOU'LL SAVE THE DAY, MY LAD.

YOU ALWAYS DO.

READY TO LAUNCH, CYLINDRIA.

COUNTDOWN, PLEASE.

- THREE, TWO, ONE...

LIFT-OFF!

[triumphant music]

- [clears throat] CRINGING CITIZENS OF PAC-WORLD,

GREETINGS FROM YOUR NEW RULER.

NO, NO, NOT QUITE RIGHT.

MM, MAYBE SOMETHING LIKE...

HI! MY NAME'S BETRAYUS!

I'LL BE YOUR DICTATOR TODAY.

NO, TOO CHIPPER.

MAYBE SOMETHING MORE FORCEFUL.

ON YOUR KNEES,

YOU PATHETIC, QUIVERING LAND-MAGGOTS!

KNEEL BEFORE YOUR LEADER

AND KISS THE SCORCHED SOIL

BENEATH HIS SKIRT!

OOH! I RATHER LIKE THAT LAST ONE.

BUTT-LER!

WHERE IS MY CELEBRATORY BEVERAGE,

YOU INCOMPETENT BUBBLE-BRAIN?

ALL THIS CROWING HAS GIVEN ME GLOAT-THROAT.

- [squeaks, plops]

- [slurps]

AHH!

REFRESHING SLUG JUICE!

THICK, CHUNKY, AND BITTER!

JUST LIKE YOU, BUTT-LER!

WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT, YOU CHEEKY GEEK?

- I'M NO MATH WHIZ, SIR, BUT I'M FAIRLY CERTAIN

THAT ONE PLUS ONE DOES NOT EQUAL THREE.

- UH, WELL, LET'S SEE.

ONE PLUS ANOTHER ONE EQUALS, UH, UM...

[timer clicking]

TWO! [ding!]

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS TWO!

OH.

WHOOPS. [laughs]

REVISED CALCULATIONS INDICATE

THAT IF THE GHOSTEROID CONTINUES,

THE FORCE OF ITS IMPACT WILL NOT ONLY DESTROY PAC-WORLD,

BUT THE NETHERWORLD AS WELL.

- [spits]

WHAT?

- [sputters]

SORRY ABOUT THE ARITHMETIC ERROR.

I BLAME OUR SCHOOLS.

- OH, JOY, WE ARE DOOMED TOO.

- [yelling] SO YOU'RE TELLING ME

THAT GHOSTEROID IS GOING TO SUFFOCATE US

WITH SLIME TOO?

- UH, LOOKS THAT WAY. [laughs nervously]

- WE HAVE TO DESTROY

YOUR MISERABLE MEGA-MAGNETIC ATTRACTIVATOR

BEFORE THE GHOSTEROID DESTROYS US!

[laser gunfire]

[evil laugh]

[laughs hysterically]

[crashing, shattering]

[laughs hysterically]

[laser gun clicks]

THERE! [grunting, laughing]

I'VE...I'VE SAVED US...

[giggles] ALL.

[sighs]

- WRONG.

UNTIL YOU DESTROYED MY MACHINE,

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A SIMPLE MATTER

OF REVERSING THE ATTRACTIVATOR'S SIGNAL

AND SENDING THE GHOSTEROID

INTO INFINITY AND BEYOND!

NOW THERE'S NOTHING TO STOP THE BEHEMOTH

FROM CONTINUING ITS COURSE

AND ANNIHILATING EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH!

UH, NOTHING EXCEPT, PERHAPS, ONE BRIGHT-YELLOW GHOST GOBBLER?

- YOU ARE TELLING ME I HAVE TO HOPE

THAT THE PAC-PEST SUCCEEDS IN FOILING MY PLAN?

- I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT GET A LITTLE HUNGRY

ON YOUR JOURNEY,

SO I'VE STUFFED THE ROCKET WITH NUTRITIOUS SPACE-FOOD.

- COOL! [chomps]

- USED JUDICIOUSLY, THIS SHOULD BE

SIX MONTHS' SUPPLY OF EMERGENCY RATIONS.

- [chomping] AWESOME!

- HUH?

IF WE WANT TO DESTROY THE PAC-MAN IN THE FUTURE,

WE NEED TO HELP HIM SUCCEED IN THE PRESENT.

DISTASTEFUL AS THAT MAY BE.

- DISTASTEFUL?

I'D RATHER WAIT ON YOU TWIN HEINIES

THAN HAVE TO SWALLOW THIS!

- [chomping]

[gulps, belches] - OH, FACE IT.

THE LITTLE GLUTTON HAS

AN EXCEPTIONALLY-HONED SURVIVAL SKILL.

BUT PERHAPS IT WOULDN'T HURT TO SEND HIM SOME HELP.

- [belches]

- I'LL PUT MY BEST GHOSTS ON IT! - HUH?

- WELL, AT LEAST THE ONES I'LL MISS THE LEAST

IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG.

- [groans]

- [whines]

THAT IS ONE BIG, BLUE MOUNTAIN OF ECTOPLASM BARRELING DOWN

ON THE PAC-MAN'S TINY LITTLE ROCKET!

- [gasps] MY POOR, BRAVE PAC-UMS!

- YES!

AND I NEED YOU GHOSTS TO MAKE SURE THAT...

THAT...

THAT THAT PAC-BRAT SU--SU--

[groans]

- SURVIVES?

- [sobs]

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKING ME ROOT

FOR THAT ICKY EYEBALL BELCHER!

I'M SURE IT MAKES YOU AS SICK TO CHEER FOR THAT LEMON LOUSE

AS IT DOES TO ME.

BUT SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE.

- [chuckles] IF WE GOTTA CHEER, WE GOTTA CHEER.

all: WHO'S THE FELLA WITH THE MOST-ER-OID?

PAC-MAN YELLOW, GET THE GHOSTEROID!

GO, PAC-MAN!

- STOP! STOP! STOP!

LET'S NOT GO OVERBOARD HERE!

I SAID ROOT FOR PAC-MAN, NOT--

- ROOT FOR PAC-MAN!

- [whimpers] THIS IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE MADE REAL.

- [sighs]

TIME TO GOBBLE SIR C'S SPECIAL POWER BERRY.

[button beeps]

AW, MAN!

[sighs]

I AM SERIOUSLY MISSING GRAVITY RIGHT NOW.

[droid whirrs]

[all grunting]

- OH, PULL HARDER, YOU OVERGROWN SQUID!

- OOH! OOH! I THINK I JUST WRENCHED A TENTACLE.

- OW! OW!

SOMEHOW I DON'T THINK THIS IS THE SAFEST WAY TO TRAVEL.

- YOUR SAFETY IS NOT MY CONCERN!

- YOU'RE JUST CONCERNED

ABOUT THE PAC-MAN'S WELL-BEING, CORRECT?

- [growls]

[muted] YES.

- I MISSED THAT.

A LITTLE LOUDER, PLEASE.

- YES! GO HELP THAT PAC-RAT!

KEEP HIM SAFE LONG ENOUGH TO SAVE US FROM THAT GHOSTEROID.

DO IT!

[all screaming]

- WE HAVE LIFT-OFF!

[all screaming]

- TALK ABOUT A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK!

OR SLIME-STACK.

OR WHATEVER.

[all screaming]

- AHA!

[berry squishes]

EW, SPACE SLIME.

MMM, NOT BAD.

- OH! [roars]

- UH-OH.

LOOKS LIKE HE WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED.

- [roars]

- WHOA!

COSMIC BAD BREATH!

[roaring]

[gasps]

[all screaming]

- OOH, HOO-HOO!

- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MY BRAVE PAC-ONAUT?

- I'M OKAY, PINKY.

THANKS FOR THE ASSIST, GUYS.

- NO SWEAT, LEMONHEAD.

BETRAYUS SENT US TO HELP YOU.

- BECAUSE IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS ELEPHANTINE GHOSTEROID,

THE NETHERWORLD IS TOAST TOO!

[grunting]

- YOU WANNA HELP?

I CAN HANDLE THESE CREEPS EASY,

BUT I LOST A BERRY I GOT TO FIND SOMEWHERE IN THAT SLIMEFIELD.

- THE DAY I CAN'T TELL A BERRY FROM A BOOGER

IS THE DAY I HANG IT UP.

- YOU JUST GO GOBBLE THOSE GOBLINS, PAC-UMS.

WE'LL FIND YOUR MISSING POWER BERRY.

[goblins roaring]

- TEAM TO EAT E.T.s.

[all screaming]

- UM, NOPE, THAT'S NOT IT.

DEFINITELY SLIME.

- AND BINGO!

AHA! SEE?

TOLD YOU I'D FIND IT.

YO, BLINKY!

GET THIS BAD BERRY DOWNCOURT.

- HEADS UP, BIG GUY.

- INCOMING, PAC!

- [gulps]

- GOAL!

GO, PAC-MAN!

- WHOA, OKAY.

THIS IS BIG!

MAKE THAT SUPERSIZED!

GOOD NEWS:

YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A SNACK FOR ME NOW!

BAD NEWS:

I'M HUNGRY ENOUGH TO EAT AN ENTIRE PLANET!

'CAUSE I AM AN ENTIRE PLANET!

- TIME TO BITE THIS SATTELITE!

[slurping]

[upbeat music]

- [groans]

? ?

- [chomping]

- GRINDER IS BROADCASTING ON EVERY FREQUENCY!

THE ENTIRE WORLD IS WATCHING YOU, PLANET-PAC.

[all cheering] - GO, PAC!

- I'M ROOTING FOR MY MOST LOATHSOME ENEMY.

I FEEL VERY CONFLICTED ABOUT THIS.

I THINK I MAY BE LOSING IT.

- OH, PERHAPS A NAPPY NAP WITH MR. SNUFFLE-BUNNY-KINS?

- OH, YES!

- OOF!

- COME HELP DADDY-CAKES NOT GAG

WATCHING THE PAC-LIPS SAVE THE WORLD.

- [chomping]

DOWN THE PAC-HATCH!

WHOA, DUDE.

YOU ARE ONE MEGA-MOUTHFUL OF RAMPAGING PLANETOID!

- GROUP HUG!

- WHY NOT? [grunts]

- OOH, BECAUSE YOU'RE SQUEEZING THE...

[flatulence] - [giggles]

SQUEAKER. - OUT OF ME.

[laughs]

S.B.D.

- MMM.

[slurps]

EXOTIC ALIEN FLAVOR!

[slurps]

MESSY TOO.

[overlapping exclamations]

- OOH!

- I LOVE THAT GIANT LEMONBALL.

BUT HE HAS THE TABLE MANNERS OF PLANET PORKER.

- [belches]

[slurps]

- UGH.

OKAY, THAT'S KINDA TOUGH TO LOVE.

- [burbling]

[belching]

[all gasp]

- [gasps]

- GOTCHA!

[slurps]

[belches]

[sighs]

[all cheering]

- GRINDER'S ALL RIGHT!

- THE LEMON ROCKET'S ALL RIGHT!

- THE PACSTER SAVES THE DAY AGAIN.

OH, I'M SO HAPPY I COULD KISS...

YOU. MWAH!

- [spits, gags] YUCK!

- OKAY, DUDE, I GET IT.

BUT TONE IT DOWN A NOTCH.

[device beeping] - WELL DONE, YOUNG PAC-MAN!

WELL DONE, INDEED!

- THANKS, SIR CUMFERENCE.

BUT I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT THESE FOUR BRAVE GHOSTS.

- NOW'S OUR CHANCE TO THANK LORD BOSSY

FOR LAUNCHING US INTO SPACE.

- THAT'S BECAUSE LORD BETRAYUS WAS BEHIND PAC

1,000,000%.

THERE ISN'T BIGGER PAC-BACKER ON OR UNDER PAC-WORLD

THAN MY BOSS.

LET'S ALL GIVE A BIG CHEER FOR BETRAYUS!

all: LORD BETRAYUS! PAC-MAN! LORD BETRAYUS! PAC-MAN!

LORD BETRAYUS!

- IS THIS SOME SORT OF PUNISHMENT?

WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THE UNIVERSE

TO MAKE IT HATE ME SO?

THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY AFTERLIFE!

AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

[pan clangs]

BELIEVE ME, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY THROUGH ETERNITY!

- GIVE ME A MINUTE FOR THIS BERRY TO WEAR OFF,

AND I'LL HOP IN THE LEMON ROCKET AND HEAD HOME.

JUST A MINUTE!

OR TWO.

OR 20.

SIR C!

WHEN'S THIS BERRY WEARING OFF?

- OH, I'M BAFFLED, LAD!

YOU SEEM TO BE STUCK AT PLANETARY PROPORTIONS.

- GIGANTO BUMMER!

I'VE GOT A GALACTIC-SIZED APPETITE.

BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO EAT FOR LIGHT-YEARS!

- ALL RIGHT, PLAN "B."

YOUNG PAC SAVED THE WORLD.

NOW IT'S TIME TO HELP HIM!

THE PAC-ORGHINI IS READY FOR SPACE TRAVEL!

THIS SHRINK BERRY SHOULD RETURN YOUR PLANET-SIZED PAL

TO HIS NORMAL PROPORTIONS.

- SWEET.

- PAC'S GONNA BE STARVING.

HE HASN'T EATEN IN, LIKE, SEVEN MINUTES!

- NEXT STOP, PLANET PAC!

- ALL RIGHT, WE'LL TRY-- [screaming]

HUH? I'M AFRAID YOU'RE... [screams]

BETTER AT DESTROYING MY INVENTIONS THAN...

[screams] I AM AT...

[screams] REPAIRING THEM.

[whimpers]

- I'D RATHER CAUSE ANOTHER GHOSTEROID

TO CRASH INTO PAC-WORLD AND END MY SHAME

THAN EXIST FOR ANOTHER DAY

BEING HAILED AS A PAC-MAN FAN!

- [clears throat] YOUR BROTHER THE PRESIDENT

IS ON LINE THREE AGAIN.

HE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT OVER

FOR PACS-GIVING DAY DINNER.

[grunts]

- FIX THIS ATTRACTIVATOR! NOW!

- [sighs] THIS IS BORING.

- GOT ANY 8s?

- GO FISH.

- [sighs]

HEY! HI, GUYS!

THANKS FOR COMING

I SURE COULD USE A LITTLE COMPANY.

AND A LOT OF LUNCH?

- GOT 'EM BOTH, BRO.

- LET'S LAND ON PAC'S GIANT SCHNOZZOLA.

- AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN.

- WOW, PAC'S BIG ENOUGH TO HAVE HIS OWN ATMOSPHERE.

- MAN, IF THIS MOUNTAIN IS THE PACSTER'S NOSE,

I HATE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT

WHAT HIS GIANT-SIZED BOOGERS LOOK LIKE.

- OH, NO!

I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT EITHER!

- OH, W-WHAT WAS IT YOU WERE SAYING ABOUT LUNCH?

- SANDWICHES COMING RIGHT UP.

- SIX DOZEN.

AND A SHRINK BERRY FOR DESSERT.

- SOUNDS PAC-A-LICIOUS!

[slurps]

[sighs]

[grunting]

OH, YES!

[gulps]

THAT HIT THE SPOT.

[belches]

- READY TO SHRINK, PAC?

- AM I EVER!

- WHOA! GOING DOWN!

[both screaming]

- PAC! YOU'RE NOT BIG ENOUGH...

TO HOLD AN ATMOSPHERE ANYMORE!

- [gasps] THEN WE'D BETTER...

HOLD OUR...BREATH!

- OH, DEAR!

NOTHING WORSE THAN TRYING TO BREATHE

WHEN THERE ISN'T ANY OXYGEN.

[dramatic music]

? ?

- [grunts]

CAUGHT YOU GUYS A RIDE HOME!

- THANKS, DUDE.

- OOH!

BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU?

HOW WILL YOU GET THROUGH PAC-WORLD'S FIRY ATMOSPHERE?

- CHILL, GUYS.

EVERYTHING'S COOL!

WE'RE HOME FREE NOW!

- ONCE AGAIN, YOU HAVE SAVED THE WORLD!

I'M RUNNING OUT OF MEDALS TO PIN ON YOU, PAC.

- THANKS, MR. PRESIDENT.

BUT I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT

WITHOUT A LOT OF HELP FROM MY FRIENDS.

- YES, WELL, EXCELLENT WORK, YOUNG HEROES.

I'M PROUD AS PAC-PUNCH OF YOU ALL.

BUT I CAN'T SHAKE THE FEELING THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.