Original subtitles

[overlapping fighting grunts]

- SOME GHOSTS ARE RED, SOME GHOSTS ARE BLUE.

I'M SUPER COOL, AND NOW, SO ARE YOU.

[all scream]

- OH, YEAH! WAY COOL!

[vacuum suction]

- OH, BRAIN FREEZE!

[belches]

DID YOU REALLY THINK WE'D LET YOU GET AWAY WITH STEALING

ALL THESE INVENTIONS FROM SIR CUMFERENCE?

- OF COURSE NOT!

I WAS COUNTING ON YOU TRYING TO STEAL THEM BACK

SO I COULD FINISH YOU OFF

WITH MY NEWEST INGENIOUS PAC-TOXIFIED INVENTION!

OH, LOUSY NETHERWORLD AMMO!

- HOW ARE WE GONNA GET ALL THIS STUFF BACK?

- EASY, JUST "PAC" IT UP.

[vacuum suction]

- NO!

- I'VE STILL GOT ROOM FOR MORE.

- [grunts, grumbles]

I WIN! I HAVE THE SCROLL AND MY EYEBALLS!

[straining]

[grunts]

- LIKE I SAID, I'VE STILL GOT ROOM FOR--

- YO, BRO, OUR BERRY POWER'S RUNNING LOW.

TIME TO BLOW.

- YEAH, BEFORE MY STOMACH DOES.

[belches]

- OKAY, SERIOUSLY GROSS.

- OOH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LET THAT LEMON TART

GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING WE STOLE!

- THE PAC-PEST HAS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT HE DIDN'T GET.

WE STILL HAVE THE GREATEST DISCOVERY

OF ALL TIME!

[Pac-Man game intro theme]

- j& THE PAC IS BACK j&

j& GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET j&

j& PAC'S OUR HERO j&

j& PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT j&

j& YEAH j&

- j& PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREME j&

j& HE'S A CHOWING-DOWN MACHINE j&

j& HE DON'T MIND THE GHOULS j&

j& AND THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN STOP THEM j&

- j& PAC-MAN RULES j&

- j& THE PAC IS BACK j&

j& GHOSTS CHOMPING AT HIS FEET j&

j& PAC'S OUR HERO j&

j& AND PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT j&

THE PAC IS BACK.

- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE BETTER

THAN FINALLY DESTROYING THE PAC-PAIN?

[yawns]

- OH, LOOK, YOU TRIED TO DRAW A PONY.

- OH! GIVE ME A MINUTE!

- OOH, CAN YOU MAKE A SWAN?

- LOOK CLOSER.

- [giggles] COULD THIS BE?

YES! SO THIS MAP WILL LEAD ME TO--

- INDUBITABLY. [laughs]

- AND NOW THAT I HAVE THE MAP, I DON'T NEED YOU.

[laughs evilly]

- I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE NO NEED

FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY EITHER?

- NEW PLAN!

YOU, DR. HEINIE HEADCASE,

ARE GOING TO TAKE ME THERE IMMEDIATELY.

- [grunts] YOU?

VENTURE AWAY FROM THE SAFETY, COMFORT,

AND SLIMY SERENITY OF THE NETHERWORLD?

- I NEED TO BE SURE THAT NO ONE GETS THERE BEFORE ME.

IT'S NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE, RIGHT?

- [clears throat] NO, NOT FAR, BUT DEEP.

YOU DO REALIZE IT'S UNDERWATER?

all: HUH?

- UNDERWATER? [hiccups]

- SHH!

- UH, BUT THE WATER--

- DON'T BOTHER ME WITH DETAILS. JUST GET ME THERE!

- WHAT'S UNDERWATER?

- FOR BETRAYUS TO LEAVE THE NETHERWORLD,

IT'S GOTTA BE REALLY GOOD.

- OR...REALLY BAD.

- OH, THANK YOU FOR GETTING MY BEST INVENTIONS BACK

FROM THAT ECTOPLASMIC CROOK.

[chuckles]

NO CHANCE HE'LL EVER STEAL YOU.

I THINK THAT'S ALL OF THEM.

- ONE MORE THING!

BUTTOCKS REALLY DIDN'T WANT ME TO GET THIS.

- HMM, LOOKS LIKE PART OF A MAP.

HMM, DEFINITELY VERY OLD PAPER,

WRITING IN THE ANCIENT LANGUAGE OF PAC-LATIN,

WHICH I'M FLUENT IN, OF COURSE.

GREAT GLOBES!

IT SAYS "PACLANTIS!"

- YOU MEAN LIKE THE ANCIENT CITY

THAT SANK INTO THE OCEAN CENTURIES AGO?

- COME ON, PACLANTIS WAS JUST A LEGEND.

- OH, I BELIEVE IT WAS ONCE VERY REAL.

- BUT HOW COULD DR. BUTTOCKS HAVE GOTTEN HIS SLIMY HANDS

ON A MAP TO PACLANTIS?

- OH, FOUND IN A BOTTLE, STOLEN FROM A SEA CAPTAIN,

OR-- [gasps]

IT MAY HAVE BEEN HIDDEN

INSIDE OF ONE OF MY EARLY INVENTIONS,

POSSIBLY BY YOUR FATHER.

- MY DAD?

- AS PAC-WORLD'S LEADING ARCHAEOLOGIST

ONE OF YOUR FATHER'S PASSIONS WAS SEARCHING FOR PACLANTIS.

- BUT NO ONE'S EVER FOUND IT, RIGHT?

- MAYBE MY PARENTS DID.

MAYBE THAT'S WHERE THEY DISAPPEARED TO.

- THAT'S A LOT OF MAYBES.

- THERE'S NO MAYBE ABOUT THIS--

PACLANTIS WAS HOME TO THE BERRY BUSH OF YOUTH.

- YOU DON'T ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT DOPEY STORY

ABOUT BERRIES MAKING PEOPLE YOUNG?

[Grinder trills]

- OH, I KNOW THE BERRY OF YOUTH IS REAL,

AND SO DID PAC'S FATHER.

GOOD HEAVENS! IF THAT NIT-WITTY BUTTOCKS

KNOWS WHERE PACLANTIS IS, SO DOES BETRAYUS!

AND IF BETRAYUS EATS ONE OF THE BERRIES OF YOUTH,

HIS BODY WILL BE RESTORED.

- WITH A BUSH OF THOSE BERRIES,

BETRAYUS COULD BRING BACK HIS ENTIRE ARMY.

- THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE.

YOU THREE NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY TO FIND...

PACLANTIS.

- HURRY UP, LET'S GO!

- BUT-- - LEAVE YOUR "BUTS" OUT OF IT.

MY DESTINY AWAITS. NOTHING CAN STOP ME.

[fwoosh]

- [chuckles] AS I WAS ATTEMPTING TO SAY,

WATER AND FIRE GHOSTS DON'T MIX.

- [laughs]

- INSIDE THIS CHAMBER I INVENTED...

- TRANSLATION: "STOLE FROM SIR CUMFERENCE."

[blows raspberry] - NYAH.

YOU WILL BE COMPLETELY SAFE FROM WATER.

- WHAT?

- [muffled] YOU'RE SAFE FROM WATER.

- HUH?

both: [muffled] YOU'RE SAFE FROM WATER!

- WHO IS WALTER?

- NEVER MIND.

- [scoffs] THANKS TO MY LATEST INVENTION...

- j& SIR C RIP-OFF j&

- WE'LL GET TO PACLANTIS IN NO TIME

AND FIND THE BERRY BUSH OF YOUTH.

- [snickers]

NOT IF WE FIND IT FIRST. [laughs]

- I'VE MODIFIED YOUR HOVERBOARDS FOR UNDERWATER TRAVEL.

- OH! [gulps]

- THESE GILL BERRIES WILL ALLOW YOU TO BREATHE UNDERWATER.

READY, PAC? - READY!

- TOWING BEAM ACTIVATED.

I'M PROGRAMMING THE LEMON ROCKET'S AUTO-PILOT

TO TAKE YOU TO WHERE THE NETHERWORLD MEETS THE SEA.

FROM THERE, YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND THE GHOSTS,

FOLLOW THEM TO PACLANTIS,

AND GET TO THE BERRY BUSH BEFORE THEY DO.

- UH, ONE QUESTION.

HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET US FROM HERE TO THE SEA?

- EASY, DOWN THE DRAIN.

- BUT WE'RE WAY TOO BIG TO--

- ACTIVATING ROCKET'S SHRINKING RAY!

[all screaming]

HAPPY HUNTING!

both: WHOA! WHOA!

WHOA-OA!

- WHOA, I THINK I GOT SEASICK BEFORE WE GOT TO SEA.

[gags]

- WOW, THE FISH DOWN HERE ARE, LIKE, GIGUNDA!

- OR WE'RE STILL SHRUNKEN.

- EITHER WAY, THEY THINK WE'RE FISH FOOD!

- WE'RE BAIT! - FISH FLAKES!

[warbling tone]

[fish gasp]

[all whimpering]

[both sigh]

- SIR C, WE'RE IN THE SEA.

- EXCELLENT!

ACTIVATING THE LEMON ROCKET'S PLASMA DETECTOR.

[beep] - IT'S WORKING!

I'M PICKING UP THREE GHOSTS.

UP PERISCOPE!

THIS THING HAS A PERISCOPE, RIGHT?

- FOR SURE, DUDE. LOOK AT IT GO.

- GOT 'EM, THE THREE BIG, BAD "B"s--

BETRAYUS, BUTTOCKS, AND BUTT-LER.

- ARE WE THERE YET? ARE WE THERE YET?

ARE WE THERE YET?

- HEY, THAT'S WEIRD.

THE PLASMA DETECTOR'S PICKING UP MORE GHOSTS.

- WELL, WHOEVER THEY ARE, IT DOESN'T MATTER.

BETRAYUS IS THE ONE WITH THE MAP TO PACLANTIS.

- RIGHT, SO LET'S ROCKET ON.

- UM, INKY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO HOLD YOUR BREATH.

WE CAN'T DROWN. WE'RE GHOSTS, REMEMBER?

- HUH? OH, YEAH, RIGHT.

COME ON, MOVE IT! WE'RE LOSING 'EM!

[shimmering tone]

- LOOKS LIKE THE JELLYFISH HAS A CRUSH ON YOU, CLYDE.

- [giggles] GOSH.

NOBODY'S EVER HAD A CRUSH ON ME BEFORE.

IT GIVES ME A WARM AND FUZZY FEELING.

[electricity crackles]

AAH, TOO WARM! TOO FUZZY!

BYE-BYE.

[electricity crackles]

- OH!

WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED.

- SWALLOWED?

- NO, WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED!

[all scream]

CORRECTION, SWALLOWED.

- WOW, LOOKS LIKE THAT'S THE END OF BETRAYUS.

- AND OUR WAY TO PACLANTIS.

- NOT IF I CAN HELP IT.

I NEED TO KNOW IF MY PARENTS WERE THERE.

- THESE FISH ARE MAKING ME HUNGRY.

[grunts]

HOOKED A BIG ONE!

WHOA!

[grunts] both: WHOA!

- GOTCHA! [pop]

[all screaming]

- AAH!

OH, YOU CALL YOURSELF A NAVIGATOR?

YOU COULDN'T FIND PACLANTIS

IF IT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR HEINIE HEAD!

[delighted gasp]

AH! I STAND CORRECTED.

- [gasps] LOOK!

all: PACLANTIS!

- UGH, AND OF COURSE, IT'S GOT A MAZE.

- COME ON, BETRAYUS ALREADY HAS A HEAD START!

- THE BERRY BUSH OF YOUTH

IS MOST LIKELY AT THE CENTER OF THE MAZE.

- OF COURSE IT IS.

- HAVE TO LEAVE THE LEMON ROCKET OUT HERE.

- HURRY, YOU MUST FIND THE BUSH BEFORE BETRAYUS DOES.

- I CLAIM THIS CITY IN THE NAME OF ME.

- OH, FOR JOY.

NOW HE'S THE RULER OF A BUNCH OF SMELLY FISH.

- WHAT? - OH, IF THAT'S YOUR WISH.

- SIR CUMFERENCE, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

- HMM. WELL, LET ME SEE NOW.

AH, YES, IT SAYS,

"NO BERRY-PICKING WITHOUT A PERMIT."

WHICH MEANS YOU'RE GETTING CLOSER.

- SLUGS? AGAIN, IT HAD TO BE SLUGS.

- DUDE, WAY WORSE.

GIANT SEA SLUGS!

- TIME TO POWER UP!

[gulps]

[metallic clang]

OOPS. BAD IDEA.

I'M TOO HEAVY!

YECCH!

[both straining]

[chuckles] THANKS, GUYS.

- [straining]

I HOPE THIS BERRY WEARS OFF SOON.

- ME TOO. I'M STARTING TO RUST.

[both groan]

- WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?

- UH, US? - WE--WELL--

- UM, NOTHING. - JUST TAKING A DIP.

- RIGHT, YOU'RE NOT HERE TO TRY TO FIND THE BERRY OF YOUTH

SO YOU CAN GET YOUR BODIES BACK?

- NUH-UH. - NOT US.

- NEVER, NEVER HAPPENED.

- WELL, ONE OF US BETTER FIND IT

BEFORE BETRAYUS DOES.

- OKAY THEN, BACK TO WORK. SEE YA.

- GHOSTS ARE SO TRANSPARENT.

- MAYBE I CAN STAY.

- PINKY!

- [sighs] GUESS NOT. BYE!

[all gasp]

- HMM. EH.

- WE DID IT! THE CENTER OF THE MAZE.

- ALL RIGHT! AND WE'RE THE FIRST ONES HERE.

[whoosh]

- NOT!

- GHOST SHARKS!

- YOU GUYS TRY TO FIND THE BERRY BUSH.

I'LL DISTRACT 'EM.

DON'T WORRY, I CAN HANDLE 'EM. JUST GO!

[ghost shark growls]

both: PAC!

- OKAY, NOT FUNNY!

BUT MAYBE THIS WILL BE.

- [laughing]

- YOU GUYS SEE THE BERRY BUSH IN THERE?

- NOT UNLESS IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A SHARK.

- WE'VE GOTTA GO BACK IN AND SEE.

THERE! THAT'S IT.

all: THAT'S IT!

all: THAT'S IT!

- OH, GREAT, THE GANG'S ALL HERE.

- LUCKY THERE'S ONLY ONE BERRY.

- SO EVEN IF BETRAYUS GETS IT,

HE CAN'T BRING HIS ENTIRE ARMY BACK.

- AW, ONLY ONE MEASLY BERRY?

- MAYBE WE COULD SHARE.

all: HUH?

- ONE BERRY IS ALL I NEED.

WHAT ARE YOU FOUR DOING HERE?

- UH, WE REALLY NEED TO INVEST IN A BOOK OF GOOD EXCUSES.

- UH, WE CAME TO TELL YOU THAT WE FOUND PACLANTIS!

- WE'RE IN PACLANTIS!

- OH, THEN I GUESS OUR WORK HERE IS DONE.

[tapping on glass]

- WHAT IS IT? OH.

[laughs]

YOU'RE TOO LATE, PAC-BRAT.

THE BERRY IS MINE.

- I THINK THOSE GHOST SHARKS MIGHT HAVE OTHER IDEAS.

- WHAT?

YOU SAY MY GHOST SHARKS ARE IDEAL?

[laughs] YES, IDEAL TO EAT YOU WITH!

GREETINGS, IT IS I, YOUR LORD BETRAYUS,

LEADER OF ALL THINGS GHOSTLY AND--

[all scream]

- OUT OF MY WAY!

- MOVE IT. MOVE IT!

- [grunts and groans]

- WOW, NOBODY LIKES THAT GUY.

- OH, SO THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GOING TO BE.

FINE. NEW PLAN!

- WHICH IS?

- I'LL JUST GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT--

SHARK BAIT!

- [grunts]

AAH!

- NOW'S OUR CHANCE.

- [grumbles] - WELL, DON'T JUST FLOAT THERE!

GET MY BERRY!

all: MINE!

[both groan]

- UH, SORRY.

- [screaming]

[both screaming]

- I'LL RUN BLOCK, YOU GET THE BERRY BUSH.

[both gasp]

- AAH!

- DON'T LET BETRAYUS GET THE YOUTH BERRY!

- GOT IT! UNH!

- GOT IT! AAH! - MINE! UNH!

- MAKE THAT MINE!

[overlapping shouting]

[gasps] MINE, MINE, MINE!

[clang] WHA--WHAT?

NO! MINE!

[all gasp]

[serene music]

- WHOA, THE YOUTH BERRY WORKED!

- GET THE BUSH!

- BACK OFF, PAC-BRAT!

[rumbling]

- WHOOPSIE. [ding]

[rumbling]

- THAT CAN'T BE GOOD.

[rumbling]

- UH, LET'S SCRAM WHILES WE STILL CAN!

[all whimpering]

- OH, DEAR, LATE FOR MY LUNCH BREAK.

[chuckles] AAH!

- OH, NO, YOU DON'T!

[belches]

- YOU TRAITOROUS TWIT! GET BACK HERE!

[crash, glass cracks] WAIT FOR ME!

- [straining]

- DUDE, IT'S LIKE THIS PLACE DOESN'T WANNA LET IT GO.

- LEAVE IT, PAC. IT BELONGS HERE.

- [sighs] YOU'RE RIGHT.

LET'S PACK IT IN.

[rumbling, electricity crackling]

- WHOA. YOU SEE THAT?

- PACLANTIS IS TOTALLY GONE.

[gurgle] both: COMING THROUGH!

[warbling tone]

- GLAD YOU MADE IT BACK SAFE AND SOUND.

BUT WHERE'S PAC?

[water bubbling]

- [gasps]

SORRY, MR. PRESIDENT.

[nervous chuckle] GUESS I SHOULD HAVE TURNED LEFT

AT THE SECOND SEWER.

- HEADS WILL ROLL FOR THIS!

GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!

UH-OH! [glass shatters]

[mumbles weakly]

- CONGRATULATIONS ON A JOB WELL DONE.

- BUT WE DIDN'T GET THE BERRY BUSH OF YOUTH.

- TRUE, BUT THANKS TO YOU, NEITHER DID BETRAYUS.

AND NOW WE KNOW WHY PACLANTIS WAS SO HARD TO FIND.

IT'S A DISAPPEARING CITY.

- SO THEN MAYBE SOMEDAY PACLANTIS WILL POP UP AGAIN.

- [sighs] I WAS REALLY HOPING

WE'D FIND SOME CLUE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARENTS.

LOOK!

THAT'S THE SYMBOL THAT WAS ABOVE THE BERRY BUSH!

- DUDE, YOUR PARENTS WERE THERE!

- HMM. WHAT IF THEY ATE A YOUTH BERRY?

- YOU MEAN, MY MOM AND DAD COULD BE ALIVE...

AND YOUNGER THAN ME?