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You guys take the two on the left!

I got the three on the right!

Yeah, but who's got the ones behind us?

They're everywhere!

We're dealing with a full-scale invasion!

And I haven't even had my breakfast yet!

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!

All units converge

and crush that titanium troublemaker!

Seriously, that tickles!

Let's see how you like this!

What did you say?

I think my translator's on the fritz.

I said, "Let's see how you like this!"

Little tough, but not bad.

Magnetic tongue?

See?

Cool. This is pretty cool, too!

But kind of trashy.

I'm going to tell Mommy on you, Spheros.

What's going on?

Butt-ler!

Get your worthless backside in here!

I want to know what's happening topside

and I want to know now!

Easy peasy, gents.

Save the celebrating, Tip.

We've got a world to conquer!

I hate it when people throw recyclables in the trash.

It is so uncool.

Think it's time for a little super-science, to even the odds.

How're the modifications going, Sir C?

Almost done, Pac, my boy!

The new and improved lemon rocket should give us the edge we need

to beat those odd -noggined aliens.

Good, 'cause we're getting slammed.

Chip and dipolicious.

Careful, my boy!

That's my special super-mega bean dip recipe!

I'm sure you know this tune.

Beans, beans, the musical fruit...

Not sure, but sounds catchy.

How's it coming in here?

'Cause out there, we're totally losing it!

We came to recharge our hoverboards!

Thanks, Grinder!

Good idea.

Now I remember how that song goes!

Your squeakers of doom are gonna wipe us out

faster than those Pointy Heads!

Sorry. Me and bean dip have a complicated relationship.

Well, keep your potentially explosive emissions

away from Grinder's welding tool, my flatulent friend.

One wrong toot and boom goes the room.

The Pointy Heads are heading straight for Pac It-In Burger!

It'll be jammed this time of day!

You go deal with the invaders,

and I'll get this hot rocket running!

They must want Pac Worlders for some terrible alien experiments!

They don't want our people.

They want our new Pac It-In low-fat turkey burgers!

I've never seen such evil.

It's too late to save the burgers, but we can still rescue the people!

That image is gonna skeeve me for weeks,

but, sic 'em, Arachnid-Pac!

Spins a web any size,

Arachnid-Pac rescues guys.

Great work, Pac, but I'm relieved that creepy spider berry wore off.

Me too, but I really want to eat a fly now.

I'm not sure if Skeebo's agreeing or complaining.

Let's yank that gunk off his webbed-up word hole.

Give me my mouth back!

Mouth, you okay? Okay.

I hope that's the weirdest thing I see all day.

Or ever.

The lemon rocket is ready for lift-off, lad!

Go get your new ride, Pac.

Spiral and I'll hold the fort here!

Or get smooshed trying.

Those Pointy Heads throw a noisy party,

but they failed to send us an invitation.

What do you say we crash their little shindig?

And by "we" you mean "us," right?

You learn fast.

And by "crash" you mean "hit us against something really hard," right?

You learn very fast!

This souped-up citrus is ready to rumble, son!

So am I, Sir C!

Weapons systems online.

Let's serve those pointies

a laser-hot plate of high velocity fruit salad!

In you go!

And off you fly!

Excellent!

Now we can blast as many ghosts as we want into Pac World,

anytime, anywhere!

You are too worthless to include in this glorious adventure.

Stay here and clean toilets or something.

With gusto!

Jackpot! Oh no!

We gotta warn Pac!

I suspect he already knows it's doomsday.

Well, warning Pac's what we always do

and we're gonna do it! Come on.

Sorry about that, Inky!

I'm sure it was an accident, Pacums!

We are the Overlords of the Outer Regions!

Your noisy battle has woken us

from our centuries-long space nap supreme.

And we are extremely cranky!

We are the Overlords!

Your incessant bickering has made us get up early

and our hair looks all funny

and we really need to use the bathroom.

Clearly, we must deal with you troublesome noisemakers.

It wasn't us making noise.

It was him.

Can you believe the garish color of his ship?

It hurts my ears just to look at it.

We were minding our business until your sneaky sneak-attack!

You make my point for me. See what I did there?

The whole idea behind a sneak attack is to be sneaky, not noisy.

A sneak attack by its very nature is un-noisy.

Ipso fatso.

And nobody is sneakier than me!

So deal with them and leave Pac World to me and my ghosts.

Also, my nose itches and I can't scratch it.

-Better? -Yep.

As I was saying, you are all at fault.

You will never be quiet if you can't cooperate,

so you will compete for the right to exist alone.

The winning team will retain their world.

The losers shall be banished to an empty dimension

so far away, no one will ever hear them again.

And then maybe we can get some sleep!

"Team"? What do you mean, "team"?

Well! Good riddance to bad...

Rubbish?

Okay. That was impressive.

The contest is uncomplicated.

A simple race from here to there!

And you will race in these!

These vehicles possess a cockpit

that will keep you safe in the vacuum of space.

And hopefully anywhere else you might end up!

There is also an ejector seat button,

in case things become too overwhelmingly dangerous.

Dude! Sealed cockpit!

Sorry. Bean dip plus stress equals gas.

The equation that fires the cosmos.

And by the way, Yellow Orb,

you are forbidden to gobble your berries, as they give you an unfair advantage.

That young Orb has no idea,

once he reaches his full potential, he might even challenge us.

I was talking to my colleagues.

You guys down there weren't supposed to hear that.

Especially the Orb.

I'll just be quiet now.

I'm not worried about the Netherworld team.

We beat those goofball ghosts every day before breakfast.

But that big Pointy Head...

Who loves ya, baby?

No sweat. That guy may have size, but I've got Pac-power.

And besides, we're only racing, like,

as far as from our dorm room to the cafeteria.

I can make that run in two seconds flat!

Even without your mad driving skills.

My skills are mad.

Racers, start your engines.

And...

Go!

I think this is gonna take more than two seconds!

Give me the wheel, you slime-eyed road hog!

You give me the wheel, you backseat driver!

Gotta take a little detour.

Look out!

The lemony fellow saved us.

Well, don't thank the fool! He's still the enemy!

A black hole!

Bye-bye, losers!

Where'd they go?

Somehow that black hole dumped us out at the bottom of the sea.

And it looks like we're sunk!

This spacey-race is starting to smell pretty fishy.

With some seriously wicked obstacles!

We're getting closer, buddy!

Good thing, 'cause here comes the competition!

No fair! That lemon lox is about to win!

Because these mindless monsters are getting in our way!

Mindless?

But what if they possessed a brilliant mind to guide them?

I'll just sneak up on the Pac-Brat und...

Can't a ghost even cheat in peace?

Did you just save that Yellow Orb?

Just trying to get to the finish faster, fearless leader!

-Did you see that? -Yeah, but I also see him, too!

We're really racing for our lives now, bro!

I think we're out of sautéed slug sausages.

I'll order more.

Who has Betrayus's credit card?

The Netherworld.

I wouldn't banish my worst enemy to this dump.

Speaking of...

That Yellow Orb is as persistent as his parents.

Let's lose those lummoxes.

I thought this old temple got wrecked the last time we were here.

Right, but looks like we haven't left it yet!

Dude, that's us and Cyli!

The black hole must've shot us back in time!

Give me the wheel, you buffoon!

No! You drive slower than my old granny!

See what you did?

Pretty good driving for a Pointy Head!

You're not bad, either, for an Orb!

It's almost a shame I have to beat you.

Yeah, well, may the best man win.

And by that, I mean, the best Pac-Man!

Eyes on the road, Pac-Man!

You take the wheel.

Your boy's a bit of a goody two-shoes.

Betrayus?

That's a good trick!

Yes, and the Pac-Man is entirely too noble as well.

These righteous lice are cramping both our styles!

If we're not allowed to cheat properly, how are we expected to win?

Yeah, let's agree to work together to eliminate our mutual problems,

and promise that our teams will tie at the finish.

-Deal. -Deal.

Possessing that alien brain made me feel like I had a head full of ants!

Taking over Spiral's simple mind will be a relief!

Spiral! Why?

Slimed!

So sorry, dude!

There it is! We are actually going to win!

What did you do to Pac, you lousy cheaters?

Nothing he didn't deserve.

And technically, you did it to him.

Consider that as you watch me win!

No fair!

Look out!

Okay, seriously weird.

What are you freeloaders doing?

Is that my credit card?

I'm not paying for those pizzas and...

I can't believe my leader dimed me out.

Very disillusioning.

It'll be way worse if we stay here too long without Power Berries.

We'll choke on the poisonous Netherworld smog and shrivel to pea-size!

I've trained my impressive lungs to assimilate the most toxic gases

from the most hostile environments in 19 galaxies,

but this stuff is funkier than an octoploid's armpits.

So, how are you at fighting monsters?

Let you know when I meet some.

All I see are harmless little creatures that belong in a petting zoo.

That was actually more difficult than I expected.

We did great.

Now we're free to get out...

-Out of here! -Or not.

Is that the Pac-Brat?

Dragon, destroy them!

That hole!

Is our ticket outta here!

And I've got our ride.

Giddyup, lizard lips!

Out of my way, loser!

The only loser who's going to lose is you, you lying louse!

And the winner is...

The winners are...

Wait a minute! We can't have two winners.

You have to start over again.

-No way! -Objection!

What's that? Well, I'm tired too,

but we can't just...

Okay. I said okay.

You guys luck out.

My cosmic cohorts tell me they're too tired for another round,

and we must resume the space nap supreme.

Besides, Pac-Man and Tip

displayed the admirable trait of teamwork,

indicating there is hope for your races.

Betrayus and Apex exhibited teamwork, too,

even if it was only so they could cheat more effectively and betray each other.

Teamwork?

Yes, teamwork. So, nobody's banished.

And one last thing, another peep and we'll annihilate you all.

Good night!

Okay.

So how do we get home from this racetrack in the middle-of- nowhere?

Howdy, kids! Need a lift?

Sir C!

The lemon rocket never looked sweeter!

Very well, I will allow you to escort me back to my home.

Forget it, you fraudulent phantom!

I'm far too smart to ask you for a ride.

We'll find our own way home.

Somehow.

You were a worthy opponent, Pac-Man!

You're pretty cool yourself, Tip.

We could be friends.

If we weren't enemies!

-Frenemies. -Frenemies.

That is the last of it!

Good thing, too,

'cause our handy trash-hole is just about...

Gone!

I don't see how things could get any worse!

He had to say it.