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This park is trashed.
Yeah, it's messier than a pie fight in a bouncy house.
Yeah!
Now that's going on my bucket list.
I can recite the periodic table backwards while gargling mouthwash,
and build a teleportation device
out of an old hairbrush and a handful of jelly beans,
but I will never understand why people are unable to deposit trash
in the proper receptacles.
I sure wish everyone would recycle.
But at least I can hone my awesome can-kicking techniques!
Hey! Come on!
Can't you see how totally uncool it is to toss a bottle of...
"The most delicious, thirst-quenching beverage ever"?
Trash-master Pac scores big time!
-Gonna chug-a-lug-yum. -No way, Pacster!
It's okay to talk trash!
But eating it is way wrong!
Pac, my boy, I'll treat you to a real meal
just as soon as I get back from the recycling plant.
Meanwhile, put trash in the trash, never, ever in your mouth.
I was just kidding.
Kind of.
This bottle's way too dirty to...
-What! -Watch it, dude!
What's happening?
All right! So what's your wish, Master?
My name's Jean, and I can give you
anything you ever dreamed about on Pac World!
Anything? Cool!
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 can give you anything you ever dreamed about on Pac World!
Give me my parents! That's all I ever dream about!
Sorry, kid, but your parents aren't on Pac World.
Technicalities.
Come on, chief, buck up!
It's still a great deal.
You get three wishes, and then you and me are free and clear.
I'm pretty hungry from wrangling all that trash.
I wish for the world's biggest free-range turkey sandwich,
with organic sprouts, on whole wheat, hold the mayo!
You wish it and I dish it, Pac-Master!
It's beautiful!
Move it, Pacster, or you're gonna get...
Slamwiched?
You... You... You flattened him!
Like I always say, careful what you wish for!
At least he went out doing something he loves.
Impressive!
Gross, but impressive.
Darn, when that thing clobbered him,
I thought we'd seen the last of that belching banana fizz-face.
That's a good one, kid!
You know, if I were you, I'd wish I wasn't.
Excuse me?
Hello!
In case you haven't noticed, you are the only lemon head in Pac World.
Good one, Genie!
You must be the most politically incorrect genie ever.
A fact I take great pride in, unlike you and your silly hair.
Come on.
Don't tell me you never wished you didn't look like an overgrown tennis ball?
Yeah! I think I'm in love.
-Perfect. You two deserve each other. -Yeah.
So it should be me making the wishes, not you, Pac-Punk.
I gotta think. Let's see...
I wish... I wish...
I know! You should wish for a brain for your big empty head!
I wish you'd just get lost, Skeebo.
Pac! No!
You wish it and I dish it, Pac-Master!
Wait, no fair!
-What happened to Skeebo? -Is he okay?
Relax, the funny boy's fine.
He's not hurt, just lost, like you wished.
I'm glad he's okay, but, man, I hate wasting a wish like that.
-I wish I'd never wished that... -No!
-It's your last wish! -Don't waste it, bro!
Okay. Got it.
One wish left. Let's brainstorm.
Okay, what's the best possible wish, one that would benefit everybody?
Pie fight in a bouncy house!
No, Pac, that's just something that you want.
This wish is for everybody.
What if we stuffed everybody in Pacopolis
into a giant bouncy house with a million pies?
Yeah, what could possibly go wrong with that?
We need something that will help us protect all of Pac World from Betrayus
and his ghosts and ghouls.
And a wish that can't backfire.
Like, even better hover boards with eyesight-controlled laser blasters!
Careful where you put your toes!
Okay! I got it.
This'll be good for Pac World and there's no way it can backfire!
I wish Betrayus and all his ghosts were gone from the Netherworld!
Wait, Pac, careful how you say...
You wish it and I dish it, Pac-Master!
As you wished, gone from the Netherworld.
And now, like I said before, you and me are free and clear!
By which I mean, I'm free.
Free to make my own wishes for a change.
I am so sick of granting other guys' lame-loser boring wishes.
Now I'm gonna grant my own.
Which means, look out Pac World!
'Cause here comes Queenie Genie!
You're not going anywhere until you've fixed this mess you've made!
I haven't even started messing!
But I can tell you'll be a real pain in my posterior.
So, you made your bed, now sleep in it.
Actually, sleep in my old bed.
I won't be using it!
It must be my birthday!
Guess you spooks got what you wanted, too.
Have fun. I know I'm gonna!
This is beyond bad!
Way worse!
Betrayus is free and Pac's a prisoner!
Dr. Buttocks, this worked out beyond my expectations!
"Worked out"? "Expectations"?
What are Betrayus and all his ghosts doing here?
Where's Pac?
I leave for one minute and when I come back, it's Armageddon again.
How do you think that evil genie's bottle ended up in your pathetic Pac World park?
There's an evil genie, too?
Wonderful.
What's happening? Everything's getting all ripply!
Don't worry, Lord Betrayus.
It's just a flashback
to show this simpleton scientist how we did it!
It was a typical day in the throne room.
Und by "typical," I mean that my dimwitted twin
was being his usual lackey loser self.
It sickens me to see those annoying eco-warriors cleaning their puny park.
Careful with my grungy treasures.
You break it, you buy it.
Don't let her out! Don't drop the bottle!
That was close.
Why do you even keep that awful bottle around?
I wouldn't wish that Meanie Genie on my worst enemy!
"Meanie Genie"?
"Worst enemy"?
Great plan!
What's happening?
Everything's getting all ripply...
Don't worry, Betrayus.
It's just a flash-forward, inside of a flashback...
It's still technically a flashback.
So I grabbed the bottle und hopped the nearest portal topside,
where the Pac-Brat und his pathetic pals
were doing their environmental duty.
You said "duty."
This park is trashed.
A ghost! No! Don't...
I possessed the nearest nincompoop und tossed the bottle at my victim's feet.
Hey! Come on!
Can't you see how totally uncool it is to toss a bottle of...
I made sure to label the bottle in a manner so enticing
the greedy glutton could not resist!
"The most delicious, thirst-quenching beverage ever"?
It was "delicious," all right.
Deliciously diabolical!
Und "thirst-quenching," indeed.
If you have a thirst for vengeance. Und...
Yes, yes. I see what you did there.
Very clever.
Are we done with all the ripples?
I think I got flashback sickness.
I need a ginger ale and some soda crackers.
If you will excuse us, we have a city to terrorize.
Have fun stopping us und that rampaging genie
without the ghost gobbler helping you.
This is a piping hot mess!
You two best do what you can to protect the populace.
We'll try, but without the Pacster it's gonna be tough.
Perhaps these will even the odds a bit.
I've improved the PSCs and hover boards even more!
So they have eyesight-controlled laser blasters?
Sorry. Thought that might be too tough on the toes.
But they're all turbo-powered!
Now, go get those slimy specters while I attempt to free young Pac.
I fear only he can defeat that Meanie Genie!
I had to try rubbing it. It's classic.
Grinder, perhaps your robotic strength will prevail against this tenacious trap.
What's going on out there?
How do I get in these situations?
It would be amazing if for just one day I could hang out and chill.
Better not touch anything in here.
Okay, so I gobble a berry and...
Great! Berries don't work right in here.
Figures! I wish I'd never made a wish!
I wonder what that evil genie is up to!
My previous "masters" had zero imagination.
And even less sense of humor.
Everyone's wishes were so serious.
Couldn't they see I'm a funny girl?
They will now!
Stop making all that racket!
That gives me an idea!
And to continue the sports motif...
Strike!
You guys are toast, literally.
That just leaves us.
Pac would have loved this.
Get your buns out of here before I supersize that whammy
and turn you into a large order of fries!
We are so outclassed.
Sir C was right, we need Pac and we need him bad.
The Pac-pest is out of the picture.
The army and the police are out of commission.
What better time to torment my bonehead brother
into telling me where the repository is?
I can't even get lift off in here.
So, gotta kick it old school.
Freestylin'!
This bottle tastes like 10,000 years of dirty genie feet.
Comfy.
Who's rockin' the house?
Let me get a few instruments to extricate our imprisoned amigo.
How is this even possible?
All right, then, time to bring out the big guns.
My atomic-powered, diamondberry-tipped cork remover!
You've been sliming me for hours. What is it you want?
Has it been that long?
Guess I got caught up in the pleasure of the moment.
Not-so-dear brother, I want my body back,
and you've got it trapped in that rotten repository of yours.
Right before you came,
Sir C called and had me move it to the one place you can't go.
Thanks to that spiteful genie, it's in the Netherworld!
Now what?
Sure hope the city grid has enough megawatts
to spin this big baby through that enchanted cork!
Cool! Looks like Sir C's gonna spring me!
Sir C? You're through the cork!
A little less drilling would be awesome!
All right, that should be deep enough.
You think?
Stubborn cork.
All right then. This one goes to 11.
Thanks, Sir C!
Now that I know that that genie plays dirty,
I'm ready for round two.
I thought you'd be eager for a rematch,
so I scrounged up a little something to even the odds.
Very rare. Very special.
A wizard berry!
Cool-a-kazam!
Good thing Sir C made an extra supply of hover boards.
Yeah, so we can catch the great Pac-dini in action!
What? You again?
How could you have escaped?
I got a few tricks up my sleeve.
Pick a card. Any card.
Seriously?
You think cheesy sleight-of-hand is gonna help against my magic?
Nope. But this will.
That was seriously fantastically delicious!
Time to kick some abra-cadab-butt!
But first, my throat is a little parched from being so amazing.
I am the great and powerful wizard Pac-Man!
Step forward, Genie!
I'll get you and your little friends, too.
Think you can out-magic me, you little wizard-ball wannabe?
I've been doing this for 10,000 years!
Yeah. That's why your magic is old and tired.
Speaking of old, thanks to me, that milk is past its expiration date.
You monster!
This stinks big time.
I gotta get out of this miserable maze.
Or at least find a bathroom.
I'm, like, totally lost! Can you help me out?
At least he doesn't need the bathroom anymore.
Out of my way!
I got places to go and repositories to retrieve!
My aching brains.
That ingenious genie's meddlesome magic is keeping us out of the Netherworld.
The Netherworld's where I need to be to obtain the repository!
So find a way in.
We will require some test subjects.
I was wondering when we'd be called on to do something super lame and dangerous.
Lame-gerous!
Gastronomus distressimundo!
Oh, dear.
That's embarrassing, but nothing I can't...
Oh, dear!
She who smelt it must've dealt it!
Deal with this!
You shall not pass...
Gas!
I didn't think that would really work!
Do you really think this will work?
Probably not, but it won't hurt to try.
I mean, it won't hurt me.
Sure glad that didn't hurt you!
Of course smashing the tube didn't work, you novice.
I'm a giant among genies!
I can fly, remember?
All part of the plan!
Catch me if you can, bottle blonde!
This is my natural hair color!
What?
Running out of berry power!
But I can always rely on my natural-born Pac Power! All right!
I'm gonna stuff your beach ball body in my bottle for a billion years, brat!
Or... Vice versa.
Home, sour home! Good work, Dr. Buttocks.
Yes. Yes! Of course!
Did you ever doubt my ability?
Now, find that rotten repository!
I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed your little visit.
Because I didn't enjoy it at all!
And if you're still looking for the repository,
let me shed a little light on the subject.
Nice try with the Genie, but she's about to go on a long trip.
Bon voyage.
Hope you've got a lot of DVDs and magazines,
'cause it's gonna get boring on your trip to the far side of the galaxy!
I guess nothing comes easy, especially wishes.
Hopefully no one will ever see that brass bottle again.
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