Original subtitles

- WELL, MOM, YOU'VE NOW SEEN

THE TOP ATTRACTIONS OF OUR FAIR CITY:

PACWORLD'S LARGEST POTATO PEELER

AND THE KNEE-WALKING TURKEY FARM.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SEE DURING YOUR VISIT?

- ONLY OUR NATIONAL TREASURE.

PAC-MAN!

I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT HIM.

SO BRAVE! SO STRONG!

SO WACKA-WACKA-WONDERFUL!

- THEN YOU'RE IN FOR A SURPRISE, MOM.

BECAUSE WE'RE HAVING A STATE LUNCHEON

WITH THE YOUNG WONDER HIMSELF.

- OOH! OOH-HOO! GOODY!

[giggles]

- NOW, THERE ARE THREE THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT PAC-MAN.

- HMM.

- HE'S, ONE, ALWAYS VERY FRIENDLY.

- OH.

- TWO, ALWAYS VERY DOWN-TO-EARTH.

- [laughs] - AND, THREE...

- [gobbling] - ALWAYS VERY HUNGRY.

- [scarfs]

- OOH. - [chuckles]

UH, THE GUESTS ALL LEFT WHEN THE FOOD, SOMEHOW, UH...

DISAPPEARED?

[burps]

EXCUSE ME, MA'AM.

- OH! [giggling]

[Pac-Man video game music]

- Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

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

Bß PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT, YEAH Bß

- Bß PAC-MAN YELLOW, PAC EXTREME Bß

Bß HE'S A CHOWIN' DOWN MACHINE Bß

Bß HE DON'T MIND THE GHOULS B

Bß AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP THEM B

- Bß PAC-MAN RULES! B

- Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

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

Bß AND PAC JUST CAN'T BE BEAT B

[Pac-Man video game music]

Bß THE PAC IS BACK B

- SO, DEAR, TELL ME,

AFTER YOU GOBBLE THE GHOSTS,

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE EYEBALLS?

- OH, JUST SPIT 'EM OUT.

[gobbles, spits]

- OH! - [laughs nervously]

OOPS. SORRY, MR. PRESIDENT.

- OH, NO WORRIES.

MY LITTLE STRATOS HAS ALWAYS HAD A HARD HEAD.

LET ME GIVE IT A SHOT.

[chomps, spits loudly]

- AAH! [chuckles]

GOOD ONE, MOTHER.

- I LIKE YOUR STYLE, KIDDO!

- SAME HERE, MRS. SPHEROS.

- [screams]

MY MOMMY FRATERNIZING WITH MY ARCHENEMY!

AND SHE NEVER EVEN TOLD ME SHE WAS IN TOWN!

OH, I SEE.

MY DEAR, SWEET MOTHER IS VISITING

HER FAVORITE SON, STRATOS,

AND NOT ME!

- [screams]

AAH! AAH! OOH!

- HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SO CRUEL?

- [groans]

IT STAGGERS THE IMAGINATION.

- YOU ARE SIMPLY MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE HERO!

- GEE, THANKS!

- AND AS MY SON CAN ATTEST,

YELLOW HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE COLOR.

[giggles]

- OOH! THAT JUST TEARS IT!

NOW SHE'S GUSHING OVER THAT BLOATED BEACH BALL!

- [giggles]

SO I'VE DECIDED TO ADOPT YOU

AS MY GRANDSON!

both: WHAT?

- WOW, REALLY?

- SINCE I HAVEN'T BEEN BLESSED WITH ANY GRANDKIDS.

I STILL HOPE STRATOS WILL TIE THE KNOT ONE DAY.

BUT LET'S FACE IT,

BETRAYUS HASN'T GOT A GHOST OF A CHANCE.

- I COULD IF I HAD MY BODY BACK!

AND WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT I DON'T, HUH? HUH?

both: YOURS.

- SO WILL YOU BE MY GRANDSON?

- ABSO-PAC-A-LUTELY, FOR SURE.

THANKS!

WAIT TILL I TELL MY FRIENDS

I'VE BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FIRST GRANDLADY!

[slap]

- GET ME THE ROUND HOUSE!

I WANT TO TALK TO MY MOMMY. [phone dialing]

[line rings]

- ROUND HOUSE OPERATOR.

HOW MAY I DIRECT YOUR CALL?

- LORD BETRAYUS CALLING HIS MUMMY,

MRS. SPHEROS.

[phone clicks off] HMM.

THEY APPEAR TO HAVE HUNG UP.

[phone dialing, line rings]

- HANG UP AGAIN AND I WILL PERSONALLY SLIME YOU!

- OH, THANK YOU, DEAR.

I WONDER WHO'D BE CALLING ME HERE.

HELLO.

- [child-like] HELLO, MUMMY!

- IS THAT YOU, TRAY-TRAY?

- WHY DON'T YOU EVER COME VISIT ME?

- OH, I'M SORRY, DEAR, BUT YOU'RE A, WELL,

A SPECTER WHO LIVES IN A NASTY PLACE

FILLED WITH GHOULIES.

- BUT IF YOU TOLD THAT MEANIE STRATOS

TO OPEN THE REPOSITORY,

I COULD GET MY BODY BACK AND COME VISIT YOU.

- OH, LOOK, DUMPLING.

WE BOTH KNOW THAT IF YOU HAD YOUR BODY BACK,

YOU'D JUST TRY TO TAKE OVER PACWORLD AGAIN.

SO NO-CAN-DO, SONNY. TA-TA.

[phone clicks off] - OOH!

WELL, PRETENDING TO BE NICE DIDN'T WORK!

IT'S TIME FOR BRUTE FORCE.

I HAVE A BRILLIANT IDEA

THAT WILL SHOW MY MOMMY THE TRUE MEANING OF NASTY!

[evil laughter]

[coughs]

[wheezes, sputters]

[all scream]

[groovy music]

I KNEW THIS WASN'T SUCH A BRILLIANT IDEA.

ARE YOU POSITIVE THE DOORS ARE LOCKED?

- MOST ASSUREDLY, YOUR BRAVENESS.

- AAH!

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BUTT--WHOA!

- DON'T BLAME ME.

ONCE AGAIN, MY BROTHER FAILED TO CORRECTLY RIP OFF

ONE OF SIR C'S INVENTIONS.

- [scoffs]

I HAVE VASTLY IMPROVED ON THE ORIGINAL DESIGN

WITH MY OWN INGENIOUS, NEW FEATURES.

- OH, YES, SUCH AS...

[musical horn honking]

[all screaming]

- OH, STOP DRAWING ATTENTION TO US!

- [screams]

- GET OFF ME, YOU NARCISSIST NINCOMPOOP!

- WATCH WHERE YOU'RE-- [screams]

- [groans]

- OH, NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

THANKS TO YOU TWIN TWERPS,

WE'LL NEVER MAKE IT TO THE ROUND HOUSE AND--WHAT?

- I BELIEVE WE HAVE ARRIVED.

- OH.

WELL, THEN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

GRAB THE POSSESSION-EXTENDER DEVICE,

AND LET'S GO!

[tense music]

[insect chirping]

- [squeals]

- BRAVELY ROASTED, SIR.

- HOW WILL WE EVER GET PAST ALL THE GUARDS

AND HIGH-TECH SECURITY?

- [groans]

[squelch]

- OKAY, I GET IT. WE'RE GHOSTS.

SO I DON'T GET OUT MUCH!

- WAIT TILL YOU MEET HER.

MY NEW GRANDMA ROCKS!

TOTALLY SWEET AND TOTALLY COOL.

DID I TELL YOU SHE CROCHETED ME A PRETZEL

OUT OF BREADSTICKS?

[both laugh]

- ONLY FIVE TIMES.

- YEAH, WE'RE REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU, PAC-STER.

- HELLO, MOMMY!

- [gasps]

TRAY-TRAY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

- BORROWING YOUR BODY!

DO IT, DOC!

[loud buzz]

- HMM, I DON'T RECALL HEARING THAT BUZZ BEFORE.

I WONDER IF IT WORKED.

BETRAYUS! ARE YOU IN THERE?

HELLO! [head rattles]

LORD B?

- [Mrs. Spheros's voice] HOW DARE YOU SHAKE MY MOMMY,

YOU SLIMY TUSH-HEAD!

LOOK AT ME!

I'VE GOT LEGS! LEGS!

AND SOON I'LL HAVE MY OWN BODY.

[sing-song] I FEEL FANTASTIC!

ALTHOUGH THIS GIRDLE'S CRAMPING MY STYLE.

- MOTHER, I THOUGHT I HEARD VOICES!

EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

- NO, IT'S NOT!

I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!

- BUT, I THOUGHT YOU WERE PROUD OF ME

FOR BECOMING THE PRESIDENT OF PACWORLD.

- [scoffs] BIG WHOOP.

BETRAYUS DESERVES HIS BODY.

AFTER ALL, HE WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE.

- MOTHER! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?

YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER OPEN THE REPOSITORY FOR HIM.

- [scoffs] THAT'S WHAT I FIGURED YOU'D SAY.

[growling] YOUR TURN.

- GHOSTS? HERE? HOW?

HELP!

[groans]

- [laughs wildly] THE HYPNOSIS APP!

PURE GENIUS!

AND ONLY 99¢.

YOU ARE BECOMING SLEEPY AND LESS CREEPY.

- [slowing] SLEEPY.

LESS CREEPY.

- AH! YOUR BIG BROTHER IS NOW HYPNOTIZED

AND TOTALLY OPEN TO SUGGESTION!

- BIG NOTHING!

STRATOS WAS ALWAYS A THUMB-SUCKING LITTLE BRAT!

- [sucking thumb]

- [gasps, groans]

- OH! [whimpers]

GHOSTS!

SAVE ME, MOMMY!

- WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?

- [sputters] NOTHING!

I WAS GOING TO ASK HIM TO TELL US

WHERE THE REPOSITORY IS,

BUT YOU TURNED HIM INTO A THUMB-SUCKING LITTLE BRAT!

HMM, WHICH MAY WORK TO OUR ADVANTAGE

IF YOU HUMOR HIM AND HE OBEYS HIS MOMMY.

[laughs]

- RIGHT. OKAY.

DON'T WORRY.

THESE GHOSTS WON'T HURT YOU.

THEY'RE HERE TO, UH, PLAY.

- REALLY?

[laughs] TAG! YOU'RE IT!

[laughs] CAN'T CATCH ME!

- GO FIND THAT ANNOYING IMP AND BRING HIM HERE!

- HI, GRANDMA!

- [screams] DON'T EAT ME!

- HUH? SORRY?

- YOU STARTLED ME!

STRATOS AND I HAVE A LOT TO DO TONIGHT.

SO SCRAM, LEMON-HEAD!

- WH--WHA? - YOU HEARD ME!

AND TAKE YOUR NASTY, EYEBALL-SPITTING

GHOST-BREATH WITH YOU!

[sweetly] OH, AND BY THE WAY...

I DISOWN YOU AS MY GRANDSON!

TOSS THESE TRESPASSERS OUT!

[all scream, grunt]

- "TOTALLY SWEET"?

- "TOTALLY COOL"?

- TOTALLY WEIRD!

SOMETHING IS REALLY, REALLY WRONG.

- [groans]

WE'VE BEEN HUNTING FOR MY OBNOXIOUS BROTHER ALL NIGHT!

- WE MUST FIND THE REPOSITORY!

BEFORE ANYONE REALIZES

THEIR COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF HAS THE BRAIN CAPACITY

OF A FIVE-YEAR-OLD!

- THAT'S IT! STRATOS!

NOW YOU LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER AND COME HERE THIS INSTANT!

- [grunts]

YES, MOMMY.

NYAH!

- NOW... [clears throat]

BE A GOOD BOY AND TELL MOMMY

WHERE YOU HID THE REPOSITORY!

- UH-UH. CAN'T TELL YOU.

- HOW DARE YOU!

- BUT I CAN SHOW YOU, MOMMY.

- ALL RIGHT!

WE'LL GO FOR A RIDE AND YOU SHOW ME WHERE IT IS.

- DON'T YOU MEAN "US"?

- I MEAN "ME"!

NOBODY IS GETTING TO THEIR BODY BEFORE ME!

NOW GET LOST!

BUTT-LER! YOU DRIVE!

- MM-MM. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

- ARE YOU BEING INSUBORDINATE?

- NO FOOTSIES FOR THE PEDALS, SIR.

- [grumbles] ALL RIGHT!

THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO DRIVE.

STRATOS, GET IN THE FRONT WITH ME

SO YOU CAN POINT THE WAY TO THE REPOSITORY.

OKAY?

[buttons beeping]

- [giggles]

[buttons beeping]

[upbeat rock music]

[giggling]

[button clicks]

[giggling]

- STOP THAT!

BUTT-LER, DO SOMETHING!

- OH, I AM, SIR.

I'M ENJOYING THE RIDE.

- SORRY TO DRAG YOU BACK TO THE ROUND HOUSE, GUYS.

BUT SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WONKY WITH GRANNY--

UH, MRS. SPHEROS.

[engine whirring]

- WHEN LIFE PUTS A BIG LEMON IN YOUR PATH,

MAKE LEMONADE!

[evil laughter]

[coughing]

- LOOK OUT! - WATCH IT!

- DIVE! - AAH!

- STAY AWAY FROM MY MOMMY!

- WHOA! DID YOU SEE THAT?

- BETRAYUS POSSESSED HIS OWN MOTHER!

- HI, PAC-PAC!

I'M TAKING MOMMY TO THE "REPOSI-HORSEY"!

- AND HE SOMEHOW TURNED THE PREZ INTO A LITTLE KID!

- HUH? - "REPOSI--"

[gasps] REPOSITORY!

THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT! WE'VE GOT TO STOP HIM!

- TRUE DAT! BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.

- SIR C! HE'LL KNOW THE REPOSITORY'S

SECRET LOCATION.

- JUST LAST WEEK,

PRESIDENT SPHEROS DECIDED TO MOVE THE REPOSITORY AGAIN.

- WHERE? - NO IDEA.

HE WAS GONNA TELL ME OVER LUNCH TODAY,

BUT HE NEVER SHOWED UP.

SOMETIMES IT BAFFLES THE MIND

HOW HE BECAME RULER OF THE FREE PACWORLD.

- ISN'T THERE SOME WAY WE CAN FIGURE OUT

WHERE THEY'RE GOING?

- WHY, YES!

I INSTALLED A TRACKING DEVICE ON THE PRESIDENTIAL LIMO!

HOO-HOO! I CAN LINK IT TO OUR WRIST UNITS.

- COOL! TIME TO ROCKET AND ROLL.

PAC-SQUADRON, CAN YOU READ ME?

- ROGER THAT, PAC-LEADER.

- I'M PUTTING THE HAMMER DOWN,

BUT NO WAY I CAN CRANK LIKE YOU GUYS.

- SURE YOU CAN!

I'VE MADE MODIFICATIONS TO ALL THESE VEHICLES.

JUST PULL THE LEFT LEVER, SPIRAL,

AND YOU'LL SEE.

ALL RIGHT, HERE GOES.

WH-WH-WHOA!

- [laughs]

BETTER MAKE THAT "THE RIGHT LEVER."

- OKAY, LET'S HIT IT, GUYS.

- [laughs] YEAH, BABY!

- [bangs head, groans]

IF THEY THINK THEY CAN BEAT ME

TO THE REPOSITORY,

[chuckles] THEY DO NOT KNOW

WHAT A GENIUS I AM!

[exciting music]

Bß B

- OH, DRAT!

I'M BEING FOLLOWED BY THAT LEMON TART

AND HIS IRKSOME ENTOURAGE!

[air conditioner blowing]

TURN THAT OFF, YOU USELESS TWIT!

- [whimpering]

- I MEAN, MY LITTLE SWEETIE.

NOW TELL MOMMY IF WE'RE CLOSE.

- OOH! GO THAT WAY.

[tires screeching]

[both screaming]

- [gasps]

DAGNABBIT!

I FORGOT TO MAKE ANY MODIFICATIONS

TO MY OWN RIDE!

[grunting]

[engines revving]

- [laughs] TIME TO ELIMINATE THE COMPETITION!

FORTUNATELY, I'VE ALSO ADDED SOME WEAPONS

TO THIS BAD BOY.

[engine revs]

THE NAME IS BUTTOCKS.

DR. BUTTOCKS.

INVENTOR OF THE FART-FOGGER!

- [coughing]

CYLINDRIA TO PAC-LEADER.

[coughing]

CAN'T CATCH BREATH.

[grunts] GOING DOWN--TOO FAST!

- [screams]

[grunts]

[sighs]

- CYLI! YOU OKAY?

- JUST MAD!

SO GET 'EM FOR ME, GUYS!

- COUNT ON IT!

- IT'S A PAC!

[thrilling music]

Bß B

[horn honking in rhythm] - BEEP BEEP BEEP!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

- STOP THAT!

- [groaning]

- QUIT PESTERING ME, YOU LITTLE--GAH!

- [sobbing]

[wailing]

- [groaning]

- [wailing]

- OH, MOMMY'S SORRY.

BUT IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHICH WAY THE REPOSITORY IS, I--

- BACK THAT WAY.

[tires screeching]

- WHOA! [all screaming]

- OH, BOY! A RACE!

[thrilling music]

Bß B

- OH, I CAN OUT-INVENT YOU ANY DAY, YOU OLD COOT!

- [gasps]

WHOA!

I NEED TO ADD AN AIR BAG.

- OH, BAD GHOST TRY TO HURT SIR COME-FROM-FRANCE.

- THIS IS FOR SIR C, YOU SLIME GHOUL!

[pop]

- HA! MY ECTOPLASM MISSILES WILL BLAST YOURS

INTO A FRUIT COCKTAIL!

- [screams]

[engine revs]

I'M OKAY!

BUT IT'S UP TO YOU NOW, PAC-STER!

- ON IT!

- WE BROUGHT OUR BOARDS.

- SO WE'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU, BRO!

- AND MY RIDE'S HERE!

- PEEK-A-BOO!

PEEK-A-BOO!

PEEK-A-BOO!

- KNOCK IT OFF AND TELL ME WHICH WAY!

- THERE IT IS!

- THE REPOSITORY?

[bell clanging]

- ICE CREAM!

- NO ICE CREAM UNTIL YOU FIND THE REPOSITORY!

- [whines] MOMMY'S MEAN.

THAT WAY.

- [groaning]

I FEAR I MAY BE GETTING GAS.

[hiccups]

[thrilling music]

Bß B

- HEY, SPIRAL, I GOT AN IDEA,

BUT I NEED YOU TO DISTRACT BETRAYUS.

- NO PROB, BRO.

[boards whizzing]

YO, BETRAYUS!

NEVER WOULD HAVE FIGURED YOU FOR A TOTAL MAMA'S BOY.

- WHY, YOU IMPERTINENT LITTLE PUNK!

- AAH! - STOP!

GIVE ME BACK MY--

[vehicles clanking]

- WHEE!

- [evil laugh] HELLO!

NOW YOU CAN SHOW ME, YOUR UNCLE BUTTOCKS,

WHERE THE REPOSITORY IS!

- GOTCHA, MR. PREZ. [grunts]

- WHEE!

- [grunts] THANKS, GUYS.

- HAPPY TO ASSIST.

- PULL OVER THIS INSTANT, OR I'LL FRY YOUR HEINIE!

- THERE IT IS!

[tires screech]

- THE REPOSITORY?

- "REPOSI-HORSEY!"

WHEE! [giggles]

OOH!

- [laughs] IT'S ALL MINE!

- DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE, MUMMY DEAREST!

[grunts, sighs]

- FORGET THAT! - NO WAY!

- STOP 'EM! - NEVER HAPPENING!

- CALL FOR BACKUP, I WANT EVERY GHOST

IN THE NETHERWORLD HERE NOW!

- YES...SIR.

- THE REPOSITORY MUST BE HIDDEN RIGHT UNDER THEM!

- TOO BAD YOU'LL NEVER GET TO SEE IT.

- [screaming]

- [gulps]

ONE DOWN, ONE TO GO.

- GUESS AGAIN, LEMON-LOSER!

[ghouls laughing fiendishly]

- OOH, GOODY!

I GET TO SEE MY HERO IN ACTION!

- I'LL DO MY BEST, GRAM-- UH, MA'AM.

BUT WE'RE GROSSLY OUTNUMBERED, AND I DO MEAN "GROSS."

- THEN IT'S A GOOD THING I BROUGHT THIS POTATO PEELER!

- UH, BERRY DISPENSER?

- OH, UH, RIGHT.

DISCOVERED THIS SUPER NEW POWER BERRY ON THE TREE OF LIFE.

HOW ABOUT TAKING IT FOR A SPIN?

- [gulps]

WHOA.

WE'RE TALKING TIP-TOP SUPERPOWER!

PAC-MANIC!

[ghouls screaming]

[energetic music]

Bß B

[belches]

- OOH! BRAVO!

[laughs]

[belches]

NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!

- [squeaks]

- I'VE GOT THIS ONE, DEAR.

HYPNOTIZING YOUR BROTHER.

POSSESSING YOUR OWN MOTHER.

YOU'VE BEEN A VERY NAUGHTY BOY.

- I'M SORRY, MOMMY.

- NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE...

FOR ETERNITY.

- [sobbing wildly]

[eyeballs laughing]

- ALWAYS GOOD SEEING YOU, CEE-CEE.

SPIRAL, CYLINDRIA, A PLEASURE MEETING YOU.

AND THANK YOU, GRANDSON.

- COME BACK SOON, OKAY?

- OH, MOMMY LEAVING?

STRATOS MISS MOMMY.

- OH, I'LL MISS YOU TOO, MY LITTLE MR. PRESIDENT.

- WHEE!

- WHEN WILL HE SNAP OUT OF THIS?

- NOT SURE, ROTUNDA, BUT NOT TO WORRY.

THE REPOSITORY'S BEEN RE-HIDDEN.

AND WHO KNOWS,

MAYBE HE'LL MAKE A BETTER PRESIDENT NOW.

- [blowing nose]

all: OR MAYBE NOT.