Original subtitles

GLOBULAR: If an orange costs 45 cents and there are 20 oranges in a crate,

how much does a crate of oranges cost?

(PAC-PHONES BEEPING)

Please put down your pac-phones and calculators.

Today, we're going to use this calculating device.

And this, which you may recall, is a pencil.

Please find yours and get to work.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

I don't want any of you to become totally dependent on electronics

CYLI: I got the answer Ms. Globular.

A crate of oranges costs nine pac-ollars.

Yes, Cyli. That's absolutely...

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Wrong.

Who said that?

I did.

(LAUGHS, SNEEZES)

Okay, this is not good.

Class, turn off those phones this minute!

(IMITATING SHERRY) Forget it, Ms. Glob-face!

What did you call me, Sherry?

It wasn't me, I swear! It was my phone.

Really? You don't expect me to...

Can, can, can, can, can.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(SCREAMS)

(STUDENTS SCREAMING)

It's like the phones are haunted.

With a ghost virus?

(SNEEZING)

Better contact, Sir C.

Sorry, wrong number.

(LAUGHS, SNEEZES)

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!

(SNEEZING)

I'm afraid all of Pac World is under cyber-attack.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Take that, you mad machine.

(SNEEZING)

Come back here before you get a speeding ticket!

Wow! Even Pac police hover cars are infected.

Anything with a computer is at risk.

Which means almost everything these days...

That is why my ingenious plan

to take over Pac World with virus-infected ghosts cannot fail.

It was my idea, you tiresome twit.

Not even the Pac-pest will be able to stop me this time.

He means "us."

You're both wrong.

I'm already working on a cure that will blast your vicious virus

back to the Netherworld.

But I'll start with you two.

Ha! Impossible.

BOTH: Whoa! (SCREAMING)

(ALARM BLARING)

What's happening now, Sir C?

SIR CUMFERENCE: More virus ghosts

heading for the cyber network that controls the Pacagon

and Round House computers.

Too bad there's no way for me to chow down on 'em in cyberspace.

Actually, there is.

Fearing this day might come,

I altered the molecular structure of a Shrink Berry, creating...

A Wi-Fi Berry.

If my calculations are correct... Big if.

You will be digitized into pixels and whooshed into cyberspace.

But first, I must dip the Berry in my immunity formula

so you don't catch the virus and turn into a sickly green cyber-zombie.

Digitized into pixels and maybe a cyber-zombie?

Hey-hey! What are we waiting for?

-We're with you, Pac. -Got that right.

Sorry, only need one.

Plus, we need you two here to protect Pac World

if Betrayus launches a real live ghost attack while the computers are down.

What if I need more Berry Power?

I can upload digital berries to you.

Though I'm not quite sure how they'll react in cyberspace.

Okay, down the pac-hatch. (GULPS)

By golly, it actually worked!

Whoa!

Totally sick!

And not in a good way.

(SNEEZING AND RETCHING)

Virus ghosts dead ahead.

Time to start gobblin'.

Hang on, my boy!

I prepared a little something special for the occasion.

How'd you know it's my birthday?

-It's mine! -Mine! Gimme it!

No, it's mine!

(GROWLING)

I win. Let me be!

(ALL SCREAMING)

All right. Lunch with a bow on top.

(CHOMPS)

Yuck! Ugh!

Those virus ghosts taste like old gym socks.

(BELCHING)

Citizens of Pac World,

we are having some minor technical difficulties with computerized devices.

As a precaution, please shut off your PCs, tablets,

and disconnect all computerized appliances.

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

(SNEEZING AND VOCALIZING OVER MICROPHONE)

(VOCALIZING CONTINUES OVER SPEAKERS)

(RAPID BEEPING)

What's he saying?

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

(SNEEZING)

There is no reason to panic.

The army has everything under control.

-(ALL CLAMORING FRANTICALLY) -Uh...

I'm sure we'll have better luck with the Air Force.

(PILOTS GROANING)

So much for air power. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

But at least there's no ghost invasion.

(GHOSTS LAUGHING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

I sure hope these manually operated PSCs Sir C rigged up for us work.

Yeah, we can't trust our computerized ones.

So we better start crankin' these babies.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Laugh at this!

(GHOSTS SCREAMING)

Strange I haven't run into any sick ghosts lately.

Whoa!

Whoa!

(GROANS)

Spook too soon.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Ugh!

Snot slime, really?

(STRAINING)

I don't even need a pencil to calculate this is gross times a million.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And way stickier than normal slime.

(GROANS) Sir C!

I think it's time to test out my digital berry powers.

Good idea.

And I believe I have just the berry to melt your troubles away.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

We're in trouble now.

(BELCHING)

Ugh!

Seriously spicy ghosts.

SIR CUMFERENCE: The berry's fire power is amplified in cyberspace.

If you get much hotter, your pixels may melt.

(GASPS) Uh-oh!

I think it's happening!

I need something to cool him down.

(SQUEALS) I know!

(SLURPS)

A super-sized brain freeze!

(SIGHS)

Thanks, Sir C.

Better hurry, lad. We're fighting a losing battle out here.

The tanks must be full.

(EVIL LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

We've gotta warn the president.

No army, no Air Force and no Pac-Man!

How can we possibly protect Pac World from that demented sibling of mine?

You can't!

And I'm not even done yet, brother dufus.

You've taken over nearly all the computers in Pacopolis.

Oh, dear. And now you've made all my private pictures go viral.

What more do you want?

Duh!

Everything, of course.

My virus ghosts will soon put out the firewalls protecting

all your top secret files,

leaving them mine for the downloading.

I'll be doing the downloading. Und when I do...

I'll have the location of the repository and the Tree Of Life.

No! I won't let you.

I'll delete everything from my computers.

I don't think so.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Hail to the Commander und Chief Clown!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Buzz off, Buttocks.

Evil laughter is my department.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

I've nearly got the antivirus bug ready.

-(ALARM BLARING) -Just... Oh, dear!

I fear the virus ghosts have already reached the Round House firewalls.

Pac! You must stop them before they get inside the system!

PAC: Okay. But you better ping me some big-time Berry Power.

SIR CUMFERENCE: I know!

I need to decide quickly.

But if I don't choose the right one, all will be lost.

Back off, you!

Oh, dear!

Thanks, Sir C. What kind is it?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Let's call it a combo berry.

(MUMBLING) What combo, I have no idea.

Well, too late to be picky.

(VIRUS GHOSTS SCREAMING)

Hope that section of cyber cable wasn't too important.

(HORNS BLARING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Yo, Sir C, that combo berry sure packed a punch.

No time to celebrate. More virus ghosts on the move!

On 'em!

-Huh? -What's the hold-up?

Where's my repository and the Tree Of Life?

(STAMMERING)

There appears to be a bug in the system.

-(GULPS) -(SHOUTING)

Delete the lemon menace or I'll delete you.

Oh! Do not get your sheet in a knot.

We just need to create more virus ghosts.

Then, when the Pac-pain tries to stop them,

he'll get a digitized surprise that will blow him into a billion pixels.

(GASPING)

Oh no! My Pacums is in big trouble.

-So, what's new? -Let's see.

This time we'll have to go into cyberspace to warn him.

Oh no, we won't.

I just knew my hunky-haunted hero wouldn't let me down.

Who me?

Oh perfect, it's possessed too.

Guess I'll have to wrestle it.

Whoa!

(POWERING DOWN)

Or turn it off.

Oh yeah, good idea.

Ghosts everywhere, Mr. President. No place is safe.

Except maybe Sir C's lab.

It does have the best defenses in or out of cyberspace.

Plus, we'll get to see how Pac's holding up against all those sicko ghosts.

Hurry up, into the virus pool! And no splashing.

(ALL SNEEZING)

Make sure all the ghosts are properly infected with the virus.

Otherwise, they will not show up on my monitor.

Pinky, I hope this dye you used on our sheets washes out.

I don't look good in green.

Me neither.

But it's the only way to convince Lord B we're infected.

What are you loafers doing here?

(IMITATING SNEEZE)

We'd like to request sick leave, boss.

(FORCED COUGHING)

We caught the ghost virus.

Perfect.

You're both going straight into cyberspace with the rest of the virus brigade.

If you say so, your Lordship.

(SNEEZING VIOLENTLY)

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY) Excuse me.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Now to unleash my cyber monster-masterpiece

on that puny cheeseball.

-Hey! Buzz off! -SIR CUMFERENCE: Stop!

The little fellow's on our side.

He's the antivirus I've been working on.

I created this computer bug to gobble up Dr. B's virus program

and shut her down for good.

That's great, Sir C.

Go to it.

I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that.

The little tike is not equipped with any defenses,

so you'll have to get him safely into Netherworld's cyberspace.

(ALARM BLARING)

What's happening now?

More virus ghosts are invading!

Whose computers are they after this time?

(GASPS) Mine.

No problem. I'll chop 'em all before they can get near you.

I'm sure my souped-up super firewalls will hold off the ghosts.

For a little while anyway.

You, my boy, must deliver that bug.

Okay, little guy.

We got a big job to do.

I'm packed and ready to rumble!

-Good luck, bro. -Be careful, Pac.

Looks like I'm entering Netherspace.

(STEAM HISSING)

Whoa!

That would be seriously awesome.

(ROARING)

If it wasn't about to turn me into a cyber-snack!

-(ROARING) -Hey!

I'm the one that's supposed to be doing the eating around here, so...

Sure hope Sir C is building a mouse trap.

Don't think there's one big enough for that thing.

Perhaps not. But I got something much better.

At least I hope so.

Electro pack.

Your electro-magnetic pulse waves should turn that cyber mouse

into pixel dust.

Then again, maybe not.

But, worth a try.

Here goes.

Uh-oh!

(MUFFLED) My electro magno-tongue is out of control!

All right. The magnetic pulse stopped him.

Oops. And...me...too.

Don't worry.

Clyde will pound the pixels out of that monster

for trying to hurt my precious puddin' Pac.

But, I'm a pacifist.

Yeah, well, you'll get a Pinky-fist if you don't get going.

(WHIMPERING)

All right. But I'm still against violence.

(BOTH GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh well, thanks for trying, guys.

(ROARING)

That looks like one of Dr. B-head's control chips.

Maybe if I can get close enough to blast it,

I can bring this bad bug down.

(BOTH GASP)

(ELECTRICITY SURGING)

Must...keep...control.

(CHUCKLES TRIUMPHANTLY)

Magnet trumps mouse.

I'll delete you in the end, you old hack.

And do not think I will allow that Pac-ator of yours to shut me down.

Well, my digital demon will take a bite out of him.

(CACKLING)

-(SHRIEKS) -(ROARING)

Sit, stay.

(SNARLING)

Okay, it was a long shot.

-So, now what? -Don't worry, my Pac-pie.

Clyde will scare off that three-headed meanie.

But, I'm not very scary.

(GROANS) Never mind. I'll do it myself.

(ROARING)

(PINKY SCREAMING)

Too late even if I had a Power Berry.

SIR CUMFERENCE: But not for a digital doggie treat.

Congratulations, Pac, my boy.

You've made it to the main drive of the Netherworld's computer network.

Hear that, little guy?

What's... Whoa!

What are you waiting for, you pathetic excuse for a mad scientist?

Crush 'em into pac-paste!

(CHUCKLES)

With glee.

(GRUNTING)

Can't say this is one of my favorite mazes.

I need to do something before Pac gets squashed like a bug.

Along with my bug.

(BOTH LAUGHING EVILLY)

(BOTH SNEEZING)

The virus ghosts have broken through my firewalls.

I need to go offline before Buttocks finds the secret files for the repository

and the Tree Of Life!

Grinder, get ready to pull the plug!

(YELPING)

Grinder, what are you doing?

Oh, I'm afraid the ghost virus has infected my tin assistant, too.

Grinder's not the only one.

Pac to Sir C, come in. Come in!

(SIGHS)

-Looks like I'm on my own. -Not when your Pinkums is by your side.

Cool! Okay, so, we've got to get to the center of this maze.

-Clyde will... -(BOTH GROANING)

CLYDE: See you later.

(GROANING) Oh well, good luck, Pacums.

I'm definitely gonna need it.

Hurry up, already.

Smash that trespasser into digital dust!

All right, the center.

So that's gotta be the hard drive.

You ready, buddy? Uh, buggy?

Definitely not my favorite maze!

I'm taking over, you useless twit.

Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

Bug, get ready to fly.

Bug's-eye!

Ugh!

That miserable menace has beaten you again!

I'm too young.

What happened?

Oh, I'd say our young hero delivered my bug just in the nick of time.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Mission accomplished.

Then it's high time we bring you home, Pac, my boy.

(SOFTLY) I hope.

ALL: Pac?

Whoa!

That was way weird.

Are you feeling okay?

As in, all in one piece?

I guess so.

Only thing I know for sure is I'm mega-hungry!

Oh, yeah! The Pac is back.

Are you certain my nefarious brother no longer has access to our computers?

Not even their own.

You can relax knowing that Betrayus and Dr. B. Heinie

will be living low-tech for some time.

This is all your fault, as always!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(PINKY AND CLYDE SCREAMING)