Original subtitles

Well, what's the verdict, Pac, my boy?

I dunno, Sir C.

Everything looks pretty normal from up here.

I'm afraid my seismic sensors beg to differ.

Maybe the sensor's busted.

No, I'm certain it's working perfectly.

Which means that Mount PacLee

is getting ready to blow its proverbial top!

Fuzbitz and I don't get it.

How can a mountain covered in freezing snow

erupt like a volcano?

I've read that lots of mountains, like Mount PacLee,

are really dormant volcanoes.

That's very true, Cylindria.

And according to my careful calculations,

Mount PacLee should've remained dormant for at least another 1,000 years.

But something has things coming to a boil.

I have programed my dragon furnace to autopilot.

So why must we suffer this infernal heat?

Heat? What heat?

Nothing like a bubbling spa

to make a fire ghost feel relaxed and rejuvenated.

Just think, thanks to my ingenious plan...

-You mean my in... -No!

Of course, I mean my ingenious plan!

Soon, all of Pacopolis will be

a gigantic, steaming lava pool for me to luxuriate in.

It is hot enough in here to melt plasma.

I am loath to agree with my simpering, simmering sibling,

but perhaps it is time to be leaving,

before things get even too hot for a fire ghost to handle.

Nonsense! There is no such...

Sorry, Sir C, but I still don't see anything.

-Oh, dear! -No!

The Pac is back

Ghosts chomping at his feet

Pac's our hero Pac just can't be beat, yeah

Pac-Man yellow, Pac extreme He's a chowing-down machine

Ghosts, monsters, ghouls And only one can stop them

Pac-Man rules

The Pac is back

Ghosts chomping at his feet

Pac's our hero Pac just can't be beat

The Pac is back!

Well, at least now we know for sure this wasn't an act of nature!

I better snag a snack before these two are toast.

-This is all your fault! -Me? You wanted to hang around and...

Well done, Pac!

But now you must stop the lava flow from destroying Pacopolis!

I'm not sure how!

The good news is

I've made some DNA-driven molecular modifications

to the lemon rocket that should prove helpful.

However, before they can be activated, you need to gobble an Ice Berry.

All right! Always up for a snack!

What's the deal with the tube?

You just need to breathe your minty-fresh breath

into the new Pac-power transmitter tube.

Okay, then. Here goes!

Let's check out what this frosty baby can do!

The lemon ice rocket is like a mega snow cone maker!

And it comes in several delicious flavors, too!

Now I just have to figure out how I can sample them all!

No! Snap out of it, Pac! First, the problem at hand!

Right. Sorry, Sir C. I'm on it!

Looks like the lemon ice rocket created a fog bank!

Sir C! It totally worked! The lava's stopped cold!

You've darn near done it, Pac, my boy!

The volcano is almost dormant again!

"Almost"?

Just as I suspected.

Dr. Heinie-stein's dragon furnace

is responsible for yet another close call for Pac World.

So what now, Sir C?

Well, I'm afraid you'll need to go into that crater

to be certain it's completely kaput this time.

We don't want those sneaky specters heating things up again.

On it!

Looks totally fried to me,

but you can see for yourself, Sir C, via my wrist-com-cam.

Wait! Hold the cell phone!

There's something, like, frozen inside this wall.

Something that looks...

Kind of looks like...

But it can't be, can it?

It can!

It is!

Pac, look out!

Watch it, bro!

Hey!

Pac, let go of the club!

Good idea.

Take it easy, cave kid.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Sit tight, Pac! We're on our way!

No matter what, you must not let this prehistoric cave-club swinger

out of the crater, for Pac World's sake and his!

Okay, Sir C, I'll try,

but I don't have anything to tie him up with.

Sure you do, dude. Just use your tongue.

Wow! Good idea, Spiral!

Gross, but smart.

Even sounds gross to me. But it could work.

Time to panic.

As in Pac-panic!

Way to go, Pac!

You have him wound up like a tongue-tied mummy!

Help has arrived!

-We're here, Pac! -Yo, bro, you okay?

Why doesn't he answer?

He appears to be a bit tied up at the moment.

Sir Cumference, how can we get Pac out of the crater

without letting the cave kid loose?

With a little help from Grinder and the cherry copter!

Pac, grab on,

and Grinder will fly you back to my laboratory.

In stealth mode, of course.

If news of a primordial cave orb got out,

some not-so-caring scientists would most likely put

the poor prehistoric fellow under a microscope for the rest of his new life.

Thanks to your latest lame-brain plan,

you got me gobbled and belched by that walking Pac-uum cleaner!

We must be certain that this prehistoric treasure

does not fall into the wrong hands.

"Treasure"? "Wrong hands"?

That old goat is singing my song!

Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there and steal him for me!

No bath!

Two mill years!

What did he say?

The guy stinks since he hasn't had a bath in, like, two million years.

That might be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen Pac do.

Okay, not even close.

'Hen can I 'ave my tug wack?

If you mean, when can you have your tongue back,

I am hoping Fuzbitz will be able to communicate with the cave lad

since monster is most likely an early derivative

of the prehistoric Pac-language.

Of course, I also speak it

but not nearly as well as Fuzbitz.

Well, you can get un-tongue-tied now.

Our young guest understands we mean him no harm.

Sorry, cave kid!

Me Spiral. You...

Spiral weird name.

Spiral's a really cool...

Hey, wait. You can talk!

-Duh-ug! -You don't have to be rude, dude.

Do-ug my name!

Who you, cutes? Hubba-hubba!

Cylindria, but my friends call me Cyli.

And I know, it's a silly name.

Well, Do-ug, finding yourself in this strange new world,

you must have a thousand questions.

One. What for dinner?

Do-ug no eat two million years!

Our primitive new friend is in luck

since Grinder went shopping this morning, and the fridge and cupboards

are stocked full of healthy, yummy foods.

Sorry.

But come on, Pac no eat for two whole hours.

And that didn't even take the edge off. I'm still famished.

So how about we all hit Pac It-In Burgers for a real meal?

Hold your horses!

Where horses? Do-ug no want be trampled!

Relax, Do-ug. It's just a figure of speech.

There aren't any horses in here.

I know we can't keep Do-ug hidden indefinitely,

but we need to be extremely careful.

Keep a sharp eye on him.

Do-ug no like that idea!

Sorry, just another silly modern expression.

No worries. We won't let the cave dude out of our sight.

We'd better not, or he could wind up under a microscope

in some twisted scientist's lab.

I could really go for a tasty hot dog.

Do-ug too!

Not so hot, but me eat this one!

No!

Sorry. He's new in town.

The most important thing is not to draw attention to yourself.

Right, just act normal, like us.

Thanks!

Make that, normal like the two of us.

Come on, let's order!

Wait! Where's Do-ug?

-Not good! -Very bad, Do-ug!

Little tough, but not bad.

Figures this crude weirdo is with the Pac-izoid.

Me no like bully.

Totally get how you feel.

Skeebo usually has that effect,

but in the civilized Pac World, we don't resort to violence.

Yeah. These days, everything is peaceful.

Well, except when Netherworld ghosts or monsters attack.

Yuck!

But no prob, since we got these new

amped-up PSCs with super-sucking power.

And twice the slime-storage capacity!

Me, I'll stick to the old-fashioned way.

Gulp and belch!

Yeah. Never fails.

Looks like the rest blew.

They aren't the only ones!

Do-ug!

There he is!

Stop squirming, you prehistoric pest!

You let Do-ug go or else!

Right. Like there's anything you can do.

But go ahead und try. Knock yourself out.

Bad idea. This better.

Do-ug show them.

Now remember, not know fly!

Gotcha!

Local hero Pac-Man is saving some...

Unimportant citizen.

Are you kidding? Pac just saved

the one and only prehistoric cave kid ever!

Nice going, Spiral.

Now every scientist in Pac World knows about Do-ug!

Let's get him under the microscope!

-Put him in a cage! -Run a million experiments on him!

Study him!

Pac, take Do-ug and fly far and fast to you-know-where!

I know, Fuzbitz. Thanks to my big mouth,

Do-ug will never be safe in Pac World again.

True, but I am certain that this young prehistoric rascal

would have eventually been found out regardless.

Do-ug not dig new world.

Wish go home own time.

Me sorry. But food taste better then.

No preservatives.

Why can't he?

We used the Pac-a-chini to take us back in time before.

-So maybe... -We're not talking a couple of decades.

More like a couple of million years!

Indeed. But I do believe it can be done.

However, it'll definitely be extremely risky.

Don't think we have any other choice.

Then I'll get right to work modifying the Pac-a-chini!

Fuzbitz, if you feel this strongly about your new friend,

then perhaps you'd like to go live with Do-ug

in the time of the Pacasaurus?

You should have enough fuel to make it there and back,

if nothing goes wrong.

That's a P-rex-sized if.

But here goes.

Careful, Pacster!

Trying!

If we crash this time, there won't be any

younger version of Sir C to help repair the Pac-a-chini!

I don't get what the old cave dude's trying to say.

Do-ug do, but wish didn't!

Nobody breathe.

No fall for another dumb expression.

-Too close. -Totally.

I hope he isn't planning to use that thing.

No worry. He wise old cave chief.

-Look out! -Duck!

-Hit it! -Chief losing it!

P-rex is eyeballing our ride.

We have to get those giant jaws away from the Pac-a-chini fast!

Or we'll be bunking with Do-ug the rest of our short lives!

Dino drool isn't half bad.

Note: Add to Pac classic gross-out moments.

-Way to go, Pacster! -You saved the...

Pac-a-chini is gone!

Bad news. Do-ug totally ditched us and swiped our ride.

Good news.

These guys aren't exactly rocket scientists.

Stop! This no free lunch!

If taste good, me eat.

We gotta come up with a plan fast before our ride becomes cave chow.

Or worse. We do.

Do-ug, we brought you home.

Yeah, dude. Can't you help us now?

Do-ug sorry. Got no clout.

Just lowly cave kid.

Pac, you think you can handle three of those Pacasaurs?

With a little spark from the future.

Fire!

What fire? Never heard of it.

That's because it hasn't been discovered yet.

Well, it has now!

You are hot stuff.

All right. Just like in the movies the big bruisers are all afraid of fire.

So let's turn up the heat and send them...

Pac-ing!

Aside from cooking, you can heat water for your bath.

What bath?

Okay. Definitely time to go.

Here, Do-ug.

You are now the official keeper of the flame.

But always remember to be extremely careful around fire.

So that no one ever gets burned, got that?

Do-ug understand. Do-ug also know he not lowly cave kid anymore.

Me top heap now.

Me keep big, green tasty here.

Look, we don't want to fight, but we really need our ride back.

Do-ug know how to handle bully.

You want stop them? Okay.

Knock yourself out.

Take care of yourself, Do-ug.

Thanks for inventing heat.

Now Do-ug not end up frozen in ice wall.

Cool. Hot.

See ya. Not.

Hang on, guys, we're going home.

You can't even imagine how primitive these cave dudes were.

We sure have come a long way since then.

Guess some guys still have a little evolving to do.

At least in the table manners department.