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Man, this totally reeks, Pacster!

I can't believe Ms. Globular gave us a pop quiz after a three-day weekend!

Who gives a pop quiz after a three-day weekend?

Ms. Globular.

I guess Fuzbitz doesn't like the taste of "barely pass" any more than I do.

Hey, that's a grade-A quiz you're chowing down!

Good for you, Pac.

Even better for you, Cyli. You got an A+.

Plus-plus!

Cyli, you've raised the smartness bar to new heights.

Not high enough, apparently.

He's hungry for knowledge.

Or maybe it's just time for his monster chow.

Speaking of smarts,

Grinder, you remembered to reset the password protection

for Sir C's computer while he's out of town, right?

Hacking into Sir C's computer was child's play!

"I heart Grinder" is the worst password ever!

And speaking of the robot...

The secrets of the old hack's mechanical bot

are not so secret anymore.

His electromagnetic power supply heart

is of particular interest to me.

Because you lack a heart?

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I see.

Another of your brilliant ideas usurped from Sir C?

There are no original ideas anymore.

However, my ideas are bigger than his!

Behold...

Grindatron!

You must admit you are impressed.

Heavy on the "pressed."

I feel a huge invasion coming on!

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!

Okay, Cyli, I'm going to cram for our upcoming science test,

and then I'll beat your grade by a bunch of pluses.

You're on!

If I ever get past the first chapter.

That looks like...

A giant Grinder?

I wonder if "I had to fight a gigunda robot"

is more convincing than "the dog ate my homework."

My giant battle-bot is one sweet ride,

as the young people say.

They do say that, don't they?

It's so hard to keep up with the lingo.

Don't want to seem like an old fuddy-duddy.

For joy! Here comes the Pac World Armed Forces!

Your useless weapons are no match for my mighty Grindatron!

Take him low, guys! I'll take him high!

With a titanium-sized...

Pac panic attack!

Stop! You're giving me a headache!

Now to give you one!

Not exactly how I saw that going down.

I could easily hurl.

Now what?

Time to face this big bot head-on!

You are nothing but an annoying little gnat to me now!

Running out of ideas here.

I love this show!

Let's watch it again in slo-mo!

Amusing destruction,

but you may be more interested to see the feed from slug cam 34.

What is she doing?

Why is she with him?

Jealous much?

I thought you got over your massive crush on Spheria

after she humiliated you yet again

on the Pac-Pong court last year.

This can't be happening!

I'll take that as a "no."

What did he just say to her?

Why is Spheria laughing?

Keep your hands off!

I thought that was the plan.

I wasn't talking to you. Proceed with the plan.

No!

Lights out!

Now for a mega EMP blast!

What's going on?

EMP! Electromagnetic pulse blast!

Knocks out all computerized systems, including our hoverboards!

Gotta gobble a Super-speed Berry! Fast!

What took you so long?

Slug cam 34,

move your slimy butt so I can see what they're reading!

Perhaps a bit of good old-fashioned mayhem

will take the sting out of this situation, sir.

There is an invasion to command.

Yes. Yes!

But this is all going on my DVR for screaming at later! Enough!

Unleash my ghost army against the powerless Pacopolis!

Let's see the lemon menace defend the city now!

Very good, sir.

That's the despot I know and loathe.

-You okay, dude? -Yeah, but for how long?

That giant Grinder knock-off doesn't seem to have any weak spots.

First a pop quiz, and now this. Could today get any worse?

Come on! That was a rhetorical question!

I may not be able to dent that robot, but ghosts I can gobble.

Hey, guys! Sorry about the...

He meant to say, "Sorry about the invasion," Pacums.

But when Betrayus says "haunt..."

You gotta go "boo." I know.

Guys, between the giant unstoppable robot,

the no power for the army or our PSCs,

and the gazillion ghosts swooping through the city,

I think I'm in a little over my head.

Grinder, do you know how to get in touch with Sir C?

Right, nothing's working.

Wait! Then why is Grinder still functioning?

Good question.

Maybe if I'd got to finish reading my science book,

I'd be smart enough to answer it.

Too bad Sir C didn't leave some ace in the hole

to help us out of this one.

Wait! 'Kay! Let's go!

What is it, Grinder?

What's the deal?

All right. Let's see what's got Grinder going.

"In case of intellectual emergency, open puzzle box and gobble berry."

Okay, I'll bite.

This is a tough puzzle.

If I could get inside this box and gobble the berry,

maybe I'd be smart enough to get inside this box and gobble the berry!

That's a logical conundrum.

Let me see if I can solve this.

I see. Yes.

An ingenious variation of the Linguine configuration.

If I just noodle this hinge a little, and...

Brain Berries, an important part of any smart diet.

Food for thought!

Now I know what to do.

So it's time for me to start doing those things!

The first question is

why did the EMP knock out every power source in the city

but still leave Grinder standing?

I...

I didn't expect you to answer the question, Grinder.

That's what the examination is for.

Now, let's just test those robotic reflexes, shall we?

Seems sound enough.

Turn your head and cough.

Your heartbeat appears to be normal,

if a robotic heartbeat could even be considered normal.

A heartbeat! That's it!

Grinder has a shielded, independent electromagnetic power source!

That's why he's still running!

That gives me an idea.

In fact, it gives me an embarrassing embarrassment of ideas.

You have no idea how many ideas I have.

Ideally, I'd deal with one idea at a time, but, you know...

Pac! Giant evil robot? Ghost invasion? End of life as we know it?

Right. Sorry.

I was overwhelmed with the ideas and the thinking and the...

Pac!

Sorry. Right again.

Grinder, follow me! There's inventing to be done.

Back off, you!

Don't you touch that!

Well, make up your mind! What do you want me to do?

Yes, yes.

Destroy the Round House and crush my bumbling brother!

Let's see. The electro-maniacal thermo coupling

is attached to the frambulating oscillator.

Can that be right? That can't be right.

I was right. It wasn't right.

How backwards of me.

Well, back to work, Grinder.

We have much to do and little time in which to do it!

Thank goodness, your electromagnetic heart can power this equipment, Grinder!

Our task would be impossible otherwise!

Is it just me,

or is brainiac Pac kind of cute?

Definitely, just you.

You put that down right now or I swear I will slime you!

If you want to conquer the world right, you have to do it yourself.

Betrayus, I am in control now!

I give you the answer to our problems, and the...

What I believe will be the problem

for which Mr. Buttocks will have no answer.

Behold the...

Giganto-Mega-Grinder battle-bot, Mark...

Add three and carry the eight... Mark two!

Sort of like the big brother you never had,

but that you have now, because I just built one for you.

But how are you going to power that if Buttocks drained all the power?

With this!

This giant electromagnetic heart is impervious to Dr. Buttocks'

power-draining tricks!

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to kick some ro-butt.

Your attempts at domination via autobot

are very hurtful,

with all the hitting and the throwing of the cars

and destroying of private property.

So, I'm going to apply the formula

"force is mass multiplied by acceleration"

and boot your enormous robotic patootie

back to the Netherworld.

The lemon lummox sounds different somehow.

Smarter.

But never smarter than me!

Let's see how smart you are after I give you the Slime Eye.

Let's see.

The angle of deflection times the speed of slime squared...

In your face, as the young people say.

I suppose I am one of the "young people."

But my advanced intellect makes me feel quite mature.

How is this possible?

The Pac-sap is outsmarting my superior brain!

I don't want to boast,

but I have been given a big boost, smartness-wise.

My gray matter is greater than your gray matter!

Would you just gobble me already?

This outsmarting is humiliating!

This is humiliating, but I can't look away.

See what I mean?

Perhaps you should observe my simpering sibling

as his latest scheme collapses in crushing defeat.

Right. That'll make me feel better.

Wait! Now I'll never know!

Well, this is just wonderful!

I believe my Herculean efforts are proving to be successful,

and I have Grinder's despicable doppelgänger

on the...

My Brain Berry just wore off.

Okay, I was outsmarting Buttocks a second ago,

but suddenly I don't feel so smart!

Say what?

You've lost your intellectual advantage?

Is this thing on?

Tactical error.

Boy, I'll say!

This was easier when I was a genius!

You want to get smarter, you nasty lemon loser?

Then let Professor Buttocks take you to school!

The angle of something times the something of something squared?

So many switches and dials!

Eat slime und like it!

Okay. Take a breath.

Buttocks might know his science, but I know my city.

Pacopolis is like a maze,

and mazes are kind of my deal.

Okay, Doctor B, it's time to go sightseeing!

Spiral! Cyli! Follow me!

What?

Pointing out the constellations.

Oldest trick in the book, romance-wise.

He just better not point out...

He did! He pointed out the Heart Nebula!

And now my heart is breaking.

Do you want to talk about it, sir?

That's right. Let it all out.

Slow down, you spineless spheroid!

What knucklehead laid out this meshugana metropolis?

Smooth move, Grinder!

That's it!

Buttocks' bot is big, but he's kind of clumsy.

I got an idea...

-Brain Berry or not! -We're with you, Pac!

Thanks! Let's head for the mall!

Hey!

How did...

Not too smart, sliming yourself.

Catch me if you can, genius.

Who thought that was a good place to put a tube?

Who taught you how to drive?

Think you're smart, do you?

You know, I kind of do!

As for you, you're lunch!

Serve him some humble pie, guys!

They cannot possibly expect to stop me with that pathetic junk.

Darn tube-ways!

Always underfoot and messing with my moves.

Maybe I can't maneuver, but I can still spin!

And there's my answer!

I don't have to be a genius to beat him.

I've just gotta put a different spin on things!

Let me give you a helping hand!

But if you let her make you feel that way, you're just playing into her hands.

I know, right?

But like a sap, I keep trying, no matter how much it...

Hurts.

Dr. Buttocks, once again your plan has met with dismal, dimwitted failure!

Und extreme nausea.

Your supposedly superior intellect has been overshadowed by

the miniscule mind of the lemon menace again!

Just call me Smart-Pac!

Guess we'll never know

if I could have beaten Dr. B's gigunda bot without the Brain Berry.

No time to stress about that, bro.

Right. There's still an army of rampaging ghosts to worry about.

And we don't have any power.

I'd sure love to have my hoverboard and a working PSC.

Ditto that!

You've crushed me worse than this insipid automaton.

The flame in my heart has flickered and faded,

never to be rekindled.

"Rekindled!"

I think I just figured out how to get the power back!

Thanks, Betrayus.

If you ask me, you're a pretty smart guy, Pac.

Even without a Brain Berry.

Before you ask, Sir C, everything's cool.

We managed okay without you.

Yeah, no big.

So you know, if you want, you can even extend your vacation.

You don't need to twist our arms!