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(SCREAMING)

Ghosts!

They're too slimy for us to handle!

But just right for me!

(BURPING)

(CHEERING)

All right! Another victory, guys!

-Sweet! -Neat!

Complete!

Time for a celebration at Pac It-In Burger's.

Well, if it isn't the famous Pac-Man,

who thinks he's better than everyone.

Maybe not everyone.

Just you, Skeebo.

(GRUNTING)

All the lemon-ball ever thinks about is himself.

Like scarfin' all our snacks for the big dance.

Ah, food.

(SLURPING)

Thanks for not even leaving any crumbs for the rest of us,

Mr. "I-Only-Care-About-Me."

(STIUTTERING) I...

I did get sort of carried away.

Pac can't help it.

Right. He has a hero-sized appetite.

Oh, is that what you call it?

'Cause I have a different name.

Snooty-selfish-lemon-oinker!

(GROANING)

(SINGING) 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!

I refuse to let that tennis ball and his insidious sidekicks

beat me ever again!

Enough.

I'm sick of the news.

Ah! As the Netherworld Turns!

(CHUCKLES) I've been looking forward to this episode.

The Spooksteins invite a foreign exchange student

to come und live with them. (CHUCKLING)

BOTH: Big mistake!

(EXAGGERATED ACCENT) I am, how you say, exchanging student from glorious Slimovia.

(SCOFFS)

More like a big snoop who will uncover

all their deepest secrets, to use against them.

Maybe he should pay a visit to Pac-Man and his compatriots.

Ohhh! Butt-ler's got something nasty brewing in the pot.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

So keep blabbing!

If someone could get close to Pac-Man,

say, as an exchange student,

then you could learn his innermost secrets,

his weaknesses, and defeat him.

Infiltrate the Pac-pain's world...

Yes!

You actually like my idea?

My idea, you worthless nobody!

Uh, your idea.

Of course, Your Oh-so-fairness.

Wait.

How would a legless ghost pass for a Pac World student?

Perhaps my brilliant brother can steal the plans

for a pair of robotic legs from Sir Cumference.

I don't steal.

I am merely inspired by others.

Whatever.

I want my plan put into effect immediately!

(CAMERA CLICKS)

SKEEBO: Hey, look!

It's the "We're Better Than Everyone Else Crew."

Maybe the Skeebs is right about us, coming off as kinda stuck up.

Even if we're not really. Right?

Hey, we're just as normal as the next guy.

Nobody treats us any differently.

Here, my special friends,

for saving our city...

Again!

(CLAPPING)

Oh, that's great, everyone!

Give the glory hounds more attention!

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANING)

For once, Skeebo may actually have a point.

(SLURPING)

(CHEWING)

(MUMBLING)

(SWALLOWS)

We should figure out some way to show everyone we're just regular students,

like anyone else. (BURPING)

But how?

You asked for it,

you got it!

Voilà ! Legs.

Mildly impressive.

What can they do?

(CHUCKLING) What can't they do?

(MOANS) Yes, so terribly amusing.

(GIGGLING) I'm liking my idea more by the second.

And since Butt-ler suggested the leg portion of my plan...

You admit that?

-He will have the honor of wearing them. -(WHIMPERING)

I knew there'd be a catch.

But the Pac-Man will know me by my distinct mastery of the language.

Eh, just change your accent and mangle the language like today's teens.

Say "groovy" and "daddy-o" and you'll blend right in.

Legs or not,

I no longer even come close to resembling a Pac Worlder.

You do now.

Behold! Herbert, from the Pac World province of Dweebia.

-(LAUGHING) -(MOANS)

My shame is complete.

Be warned. There's a red button on the waistband.

Only press it if you need a quick getaway.

Oh! And here's a mini-slug-cam, so we can stay in touch.

I shall be writing down everything you learn.

Yes! Befriend that lemon lunk and send back lots of intel.

Now go, for the glory of me!

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

(LAUGHING)

It'll take some getting used to,

but I've got the remote here, in case you lose control.

Oh, fortunate me.

So, how do we prove to everyone we're not snobs?

Look, it's a note from Ms. Globular.

SPIRAL: Wassup? CYLINDRIA: She says,

there's a foreign exchange student coming, so we should be...

SKEEBO: Yo, nerd boy!

You lost? What's the matter?

Don't you have your geek GPS on?

(LAUGHING)

Oh! Reverse! Reverse!

(YELPING)

Oh, no. (CLEARS THROAT)

I mean...

(FAKE ACCENT) Sorry, I did not mean to do that,

uh, daddy-o.

Oh, yeah?

Then I don't mean to clean your clock, loser-o.

Take it easy, Skeebo.

This must be the new exchange student.

Yeah. I am Herbert.

From Dweebia.

Yeah? Well, I'm about to send you back there!

You'd better come with us, Herb.

And you are?

Snobs!

No, no, just regular, everyday, run-of-the-mill students.

Oh! Really?

Groovy!

Oh, you think taking this dork under your wing

will help your image.

Ha! You'll dump him the minute he starts cramping your style.

You're wrong, Skeebo.

We'll be even more than Herbert's new friends.

We'll be his...

Roommates.

So, Herbert, here's your new crib.

BUTT-LER: (NORMAL VOICE) I've done it.

I'm in the inner sanctum.

I can't believe it!

We're right in the Pac-pest's room!

The controller, hand it over!

(GRUNTING)

Are you mad?

He'll never get inside Pac-Man's head, if you get my brother tossed out.

Ohhh! Couldn't help myself. Despise reflex.

(FAKE ACCENT) Oh, sorry, sorry.

The, er, rump-bump

is how we say "Thank you" in Dweebia.

(LAUGHING) That's okay, Herb.

Just don't show me how you say, "You're welcome."

GLOBULAR: Lights out in five minutes!

(NORMAL VOICE) Oh, how am I ever going to get these clunky legs up into that bed?

Hop in, dude. Check out the mattress.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(FAKE ACCENT) That is how we get into bed in Dweebia.

Doesn't that hurt, Herbert?

(WHISPERING IN NORMAL VOICE) Oh, of course.

(FAKE ACCENT) Ow! Ow! Ow!

So much ow.

Good night, daddy-o's.

He's a little odd.

And by little, I mean a lot.

Well, good night.

Odd, yet somehow familiar.

Report in, doofus.

(NORMAL VOICE) Well, firstly, the wig itches.

-And... -Who cares about you?

What have you learned about Pac-Man?

Nothing yet, My Lord.

Except that he protected me from a bully.

That information is worthless.

Just like you.

Start interrogating that lemon lunk

first thing in the morning.

Over and under.

(SIGHING)

Too bad Pac-Man can't protect us from that bully.

PAC: Wakey-wakey, Herbert!

Time to get the full Pacopolis tour!

(FAKE ACCENT) Groovy!

(GRUNTING)

Hmm.

So, I want to know all about my new friends.

What's your favorite color?

-Red. -Pink.

-Yellow! -Excellent.

And how about favorite food?

-Bacon. -Fruit.

Everything.

Great.

And if Lord Betrayus attacked Pac World right now,

what would be your first defensive move?

Fool!

First defensive move?

(STAMMERING)

What I mean was,

I was moved yesterday when you heroically defended me.

Shh! Keep that on the down-low, Herb.

Especially from Skeebo.

I'm just a regular guy, who just happens to be able to eat ghosts

and belch out their eyeballs.

So, how you do that exactly?

Well, Herbert, I do have a little trick I use.

Yes? Yes?

(YELLING)

PAC: Herb, dude! What happened?

(NORMAL VOICE) Oh, dear me. That was quite a jolt.

-Say what? -(CLEARS THROAT)

(FAKE ACCENT) I mean, I am a-okay.

Groovy-doovy.

We Dweebians work out this way every morning.

(LAUGHING)

That's some lousy job you're doing, taking care of the new exchange nerd.

-Wish we could exchange you, Skeebs. -(SNORTS)

Funny! Not.

Oh, thank you, thank you!

No one has ever stood up for me before.

No one.

Do you think he means us?

Nah. He's just buttering up the lemonhead.

Ooh! Write that down.

Try putting butter on Pac-Man.

This is way better than walking, eh, Herb? Down there's the maze.

I do love a good maze.

(YELLING)

Buttocks, help me find my lunch! I think I'm going to lose it.

Let's take Herb downtown.

(GRUNTS) Herb, stop!

I can't see!

I can't either!

BOTH: You're gonna crash!

(GIGGLING) What a delicious turn of events!

Pac-pest is about to become pavement pizza.

SPIRAL: Pull up, dude!

-Pull up! -Let go, Herb! Let go!

Herb. Herb, you okay?

That was...

Fantastic!

Let us do it again.

And this time, I may even keep one eye open.

Way to go.

-All right! -Sweet.

Okay. So let's go check out the rest of Pacopolis.

Hang on!

Ogle, a plate of your finest fried slugs.

I prefer Butt-ler's slugs,

but he's off having ever-so-much fun.

If you're twin twit doesn't get some useful information soon,

I'm pulling the plug on this project.

(STRUGGLING)

Stringy.

(CHUCKLING)

(NORMAL VOICE) This is ever so amazing.

Uh...

(FAKE ACCENT) I mean, amazingly groovy!

BUTT-LER: Where are we going now, daddy-o's?

I've got a special surprise for ya!

Someplace that hardly anyone ever gets to see.

-Ta-da! -(GASPS)

Uh, what are we doing here?

Thought you'd like meeting President Spheros!

You're introducing me

to the President?

Glad to know you, son.

Any friend of Pac-Man is a friend of mine.

Sorry I can't spend more time,

but we're still cleaning up after Betrayus' last attack.

My brother causes a lot of trouble.

And for what? He never wins.

Even as a child, Betrayus was a loser.

(SNORTING)

That is what I have heard.

My brother calls me a loser?

And Butt-ler agrees with him?

Bring him back here at once!

My sniveling sibling is simply playing along.

What else can he do when he's standing in the President's office?

(GROANS)

Maybe. But remind me to punish him later,

for enjoying it so much.

What's wrong, Herb?

(SIGHING)

Defending me, the tour,

the President...

Believe me,

I do not deserve it.

Lose the negative 'tude, dude.

Yeah, Herb. You gotta believe in yourself,

and take control of your life.

It's like you're used to being bossed around.

So, time to learn to stand on your own two legs.

Why are they being nice to that absolute, utter nobody?

It appears to be a form of kindness.

-What's that? -Kindness, noun.

"The act of treating others with respect und tender-heartedness."

Why would they do that?

Ooh! I know! It's a trick!

Brilliant. Write that down.

"Pretend to be nice to trick the enemy."

(LAUGHS) Good stuff.

Hey! What's going on?

Getting you ready for the big school dance tonight.

(STAMMERING) Dancing?

I better pass.

Come on! This is just the thing to build your self-confidence.

We're gonna teach you to bust some seriously awesome moves.

True 'dat!

Uh, I do not know...

Come on. We'll have you grooving in no time.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

BETRAYUS: Stop wasting time on dance lessons

and ask the Pac-pest something useful, Mr. Useless!

Herb, are you checking this out?

This is what makes Pac unbeatable,

his amazing agility.

(WHISPERING IN NORMAL VOICE) You heard her.

This is a rare opportunity, so watch and learn.

BETRAYUS: Oh, I get it. Buttocks, write that down.

And call in my ghost troops.

Watch the screen and study Pac-Man's moves.

Now, all of you, get funky!

That's an order.

(CLAMORING)

(GROANING)

Dancing with the Steers.

Okay, Herb. Now remember what we taught ya,

and you'll be a star!

(GULPS)

(WHISPERING IN NORMAL VOICE) I hope I don't blow my cover.

(PAC MOANING)

(STRAINING) Must resist food.

(GROANS)

We're proud of you, Pac.

Definitely shows you're not self-centered.

There are no snacks. There are no snacks.

Hi, everyone.

The new kid from Dweebia is gonna show us some cool moves.

Take it away, Herbert.

(MIMICS CHICKEN CLUCKING)

Nerd alert!

(CHUCKLES) Geek patrol.

Watch and learn, butter-churn!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Do your Dweebian butt-bump!

(GASPS) Oh, dear. I hit the emergency exit blast switch.

(GROANING)

(STRAINING) Must fight flight!

(ALL LAUGHING)

That's not busting a move,

that's busting a gut!

You're a big hit, dude!

-(BOTH GRUNT) -PAC: Whoops!

Sorry, Herb, but I don't have eyes in the back of my head.

(SCREAMING)

Good save, Pac!

Well, I couldn't let Skeebo ruin all that great food.

(GROANS)

One of these days, I swear...

(MUMBLING) Little lemonhead...

For the most inventive dance,

maybe ever.

(CLAPPING)

(FAKE ACCENT) Oh!

Oh, thank you, thank you!

Uh...

Excuse me.

BETRAYUS: Butt-ler! This whole idea of yours stinks,

and I loathe you.

Though you do make the best fried slugs in the Netherworld.

So return at once and start cooking!

(NORMAL VOICE) Wait, My Lord.

Don't bring me back yet.

BETRAYUS: Quit the stall tactics,

or I'll demote you to your brother's servant.

No, no!

Listen...

Some say Pac-Man's greatest weakness is his ego.

Others, his appetite.

But he admits his biggest

vulnerability is that he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.

So, you simply need to

attack him from behind.

(LAUGHS) That's what I've been waiting for.

Despite your ineptness,

thanks to you,

Pac-Man will soon be obliterated!

Now, get back here now!

Buttocks, gather the troops.

We're having ourselves a little old invasion!

I know the secret to crushing that lemon loser!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

PAC: There you are, Herb!

(FAKE ACCENT) Uh, that was fun, but I have to run.

So sorry.

It's okay.

But we're gonna miss you,

Butt-ler.

Say what?

(NORMAL VOICE) Oh.

How did you know?

Little things. Like your changing accent,

and the slime drool on your pillow.

Oh, and I did a search.

No such place as Dweebia.

Then why didn't you gobble me and belch my eyeballs back to Betrayus?

At first, I wondered what you guys were up to.

Then I realized you were just doing your crummy job,

and you could really use a friend.

You mean you don't hate me?

Even though I'm a worthless traitor?

(GASPING) And even though I didn't warn you about the imminent ghost attack,

coming in behind you?

Nope. And you're not worthless, Butt-ler.

Your lowlife boss, now he's pretty worthless.

Totally.

True that. Watch your back.

You'd better get going.

PAC: Hey.

Thanks for the tip, pal.

You're welcome, buddy.

SPIRAL: Incoming.

Crank up the Pac-a-chini.

Perfect.

SPIRAL: Let's bag some ghosts!

CYLINDRIA: On it!

Oh, dear! I don't see Pac-Man.

I hope he's safe.

Turn around, Pac-Man, turn around!

Prepare to be gobbled, ghosts!

(GULPS)

Pac-zilla size Pac-Man!

(SCREAMING)

(BURPING)

BUTT-LER: Hooray!

Well played, friend.

(SCOFFS) My army defeated, the shortest invasion in history,

curses upon curses!

Where is that witless brother of yours?

We lost contact, My Lord.

Well, bring him back here.

Gladly.

(DR. BUTTOCKS CHUCKLING)

(GRUNTING)

Well, it looks like it's back to the proverbial grindstone.

Beat it, nerd.

See you around, daddy-o!

(SCREAMING)

You know, guys? I finally figured out why we always stick together.

It's not 'cause we're snobs.

It's 'cause we're best friends.

Thanks to you,

this entire venture was a total failure.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Oh, can you tell us something about the lemon lummox

that we don't already know?

Yeah.

Pac-Man and his pals

are just regular, groovy guys, daddy-o!