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Whoa!

[ humming continues ]

[ grunting ]

[ tires squeal ]

Okay. I didn't really plan for this.

Freeze! This is SPHINX!

Gary? Come on, you idiot!

I swear I'm gonna reach down your throat

and remove your heart and eat it.

Shore Leave? A-Are you part of Long Division?

Yeah, that's it. Brilliant conclusion.

Nice. We're undercover, moron.

We were undercover. - We've been wearing

these sweaty-ass, stinking, spit-soaked masks

for a week for nothing.

Good one, chubs. The kid's dead. So is Tom.

You killed an 8-year-old kid with the corpse of the only guy

who knew where Long Division's secret base was.

Aah! That's so Raven!

Gary, you better shoot me or something,

'cause I'm about to kill you.

I was being a good guy!

You left me SPHINX. What did you expect me to do?

Honestly? Use the hot tub a couple of times.

Not run around like a lone wolf fighting crime --

that we are already fighting.

Is this my crossbow?

Oh, come on! It makes me feel like a wookiee.

No. This is my crossbow.

DOC: [scoffs] I get the mini-cereals for variety,

then Hank eats all the good ones,

so now we have a pantry full of Product 19

and Special K.

Where's Hatred?

What is this, the silent treatment?

- Yes. - Ha! Made you talk.

[ distant rumbling ] Oh, not again.

I'm getting real sick of that ex-henchman

being a better bodyguard than the ex-villain I hired.

It's so depressing when you say it out loud.

Ah, look who's coming to save me.

It's the entire SPHINX team.

I'm recruiting now, Grandpa, so bite me.

Whip the little guy out. I'll got get Doc's microscope.

Oh, I got a shai-hulud down there.

There's a damn Paul Muad'dib riding this worm, my friend.

You gonna help me blow up your old boss or what?

All right. She's coming in low and slow.

That's classic Monarch "look at my cool new thing" approach.

Should I ready the extinguishers?

[ Scoffs ] Please.

He only uses fire and lasers at night.

I got my money on acid or a magnet kind of thing.

Ready the acid magnet!

Bring her in nice and slow, Dr. My Wife.

I wanna give them plenty of time

to panic and soil their pants!

8th power and holding steady.

Creep in!

Let them gather their hampers

in preparation for a mighty wash load

of fear-stained trousers.

And just as they start the pretreat --

Zap! Sizzle! Acid magnet!

[ laughs maniacally ]

GARY: Just above the thrusters there --

that's a power coupling for the secondary externals.

Unless they plan on spitting at us through the windows,

they're screwed.

Squeeze it. Don't yank it.

You're the one that yanks it.

Deploy the acid magnet!

[alarm beeping] Mm, not responding, sir.

Secondary externals are down.

Come on! That's impossible.

I, uh... think it might be 21.

21 is my most loyal man.

How dare you! - [sighs]

Should we turn around maybe and cut our losses?

Never!

GARY: Okay. Now he's in a panic.

He's gonna have to do something

or he'll look like a total douche.

So, here's where he makes the incredibly bad decision to...

Jettison the lunch room!

HATRED: What is that, patio furniture?

That is the lunch room.

There's some metal cases. Could be explosive.

Chafing dishes.

It's Wednesday, right? - Yeah.

Well, they're filled with buffalo wings, then,

and we should totally collect the ones without dirt

and lawn chunks on them, because they are awesome.

They're really tangy.

"Ex 'B' guy ISO good guys.

Tired of henching for a bad guy

that doesn't appreciate you?

Then join me in SPHINX."

No, it's says SPHINX. Well, what else could it mean?

Dude, you call him -- I think he still hates me

for finger banging Theresa.

Well, what do you call it?

Oh, that's worse.

Oh, h-t-t-p, full colon --

no, the letter then -- really?

You just type the -- fine.

Uh, Guildslist dot --

Yeah, that's it. Right.

"This is your chance..."

"...to make a change in the world."

Yes, I'm reading it.

You haven't had to type that crap since the '90s.

[baby babbling] Hold on.

Stephanie, Tyler's eating chapstick again.

It's not a tootsie roll. It's chapstick.

I've had the same chapstick for five years.

He's gonna get the diarrhea.

Just take it away from him.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, I know. This is perfect.

Wow. Listen to this guy's crap.

"SPHINX is the premier..."

"...intermediate villainy deactivating service?"

Way to make it completely confusing, Gary.

Viceroy?! You want me to call you that for real?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there.

First off, I'd just like to congratulate you

on your fine choice of candidate.

And I'd like to add -- this is so right!

I'm so ready for destiny! I can't wait to embrace her!

[ chuckling ] Whoa!

It looks like Hank's got himself a little filly.

Isn't that sweet?

[sighs] I knew this day would come.

But, come on, Destiny? Destiny is a stripper's name.

That's a loose woman.

He's going to be having dangerous sex with a trollop

that has "pray for us sinners" tattooed across her forehead.

This is ridiculous.

Dean, you have to pay the toll --

one great big hug.

Hey. Gotta kill them with kindness.

Yeah, "kill him," not disembowel him with kindness.

HANK: I told you I can handle it.

I'm ready to be a man.

Oh, listen to him. He's like his old man.

But he's too young for someone named Destiny.

He should be with a Pam or a Pamela.

Or a Pammy, maybe.

Pammy?! The boy is not ready for a damn Pammy!

Hatred, you keep an eye on him.

Gary, my extra man, I'm golden.

Yes, I mean Viceroy.

Look, I've been in SPHINX before,

and my record speaks for itself.

Yes, I'm ready to...

MAN: "...fight super villains

before they become super villains"?

Is that what SPHINX has become?!

Who the hell does this clown think he is?!

What the hell?! Hold on.

Who the hell is that guy? He looks like Criss Angel.

Is that what you like now -- tacky crap?

[ Knock on window ] - MAN: Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

You're waking up the whole block with that screaming.

What are you doing?

My girlfriend lives there.

Why are you still screaming?

[ Knock on window] [scoffs] Hold on!

Michael, what the hell are you doing here?

Oh, Theresa! I'm... on the phone.

There's really good reception here.

So, uh, hold on a second.

Okay, I'm ready to join SPHINX...

"...and make a change in the world.

No attitudes.

420 friendly, but only in off time.

Drama free. Vicer0y@guildslist.org."

MRS. MONARCH: That doesn't sound remotely familiar?

No, but it's hilarious.

Hey, you want me to read "missed connections"

or "casual encounters" next?

Seriously, that didn't sound like 21 wrote it?

21 is on a vision quest. You're paranoid.

What is this made of? It's so smooth.

It even feels like skin.

It tells me how it feels to be new.

MRS. MONARCH: Bio-plastiche.

Does yours have a weird pee-pee smell?

Yeah, like a -- like a gerbil cage.

[toilet flushes] Ready?

Ta-da! I'm a Brooklyn beardo.

You look like Zach Gala... finakius.

I thought you were gonna be a hot chick.

It's gonna take more than a hot chick to get

into the Venture compound and plant explosives.

So, how are we doing this?

With our Scooby-Dooby-Doo magic masks.

I don't care. We'll wing it.

[sighs] Get your disguise on.

Disguise. I'm a super villain.

All I have is my sweet-ass costume.

You have nothing that isn't a spandex butterfly costume?

I don't know. I have a bathrobe,

foul-weather gear, and a winter coat.

Oh, and some gag t-shirts from my bachelor party, maybe.

GATHERS: Listen up, recruits.

My name is General Gathers.

I'm mommy in this play school.

Welcome to the new O.S.l.

Now, how many of you are familiar with the old SPHINX?

Okay, wow. That's great.

Well, we don't chase the O.S.l. around

once a week for the press anymore.

After The Pyramid Wars, all this junk became new SPHINX,

and what we do now is we fi--

Dude, you can put your hand down.

- Uh, where's the bathroom? - Do you need to push a mess?

No. That's gross. It's tinkles.

Tinkles? Well, if it's wicked-bad...

There's the door.

You're afraid of blood? There's the door.

You want to stay and fight? Well, we know the enemy.

We have their names, faces,

turn-ons, turn-offs, and dream dates.

They've grown fat and lazy. We are hungry dogs!

That's why I think snacking at the work stations

is okay, but, seriously,

nothing that gets goo or crumbs on the panels.

You know, think Slim Jims and protein bars.

Cream puffs! They're not warriors.

We'll be the ticks on their dogs,

the lint in their dryers,

and the crust in the corner of their eyes.

The Guild is the enemy. It's time to...

Pick fun code names!

Okay, let's get creative here. How about...

Wind Song -- master of the fighting arts.

Diamond Backdraft -- lord of the legless beasts

and keeper of their fire form.

SPHINX Commander -- Mythic Mastermind --

Whoa, whoa. I'm SPHINX commander.

But you said you're "The Viceroy." Way to be confusing.

Okay, I'm Mr. Daddy Warlord

of The Children of the Corn or whatever.

Good. You're Daddy Warlord, you big baby.

What about you?

Because this is my destiny,

I shall take the name Destiny.

That's more of a girl from "Rock of Love's" name,

but whatever.

You know, I'm pretty sure Wind Song is a perfume, anyways.

All right, SPHINX. Let's get...

BOTH: ...out there and fight the good fight!

[ Intercom buzzes ]

I'm boiling in this costume.

I'm dressed like an Eskimo. - Inuit.

I am totally into it, just hot.

No, they're called Inuits, not Eskimos.

Would you stop whining and take off your parka?

[ Parka unzips]

"Beaver Inspectors"?

- Uh, yeah. - Nice move.

- Is this a joke? - Joke?

Look, pal. Beavers are destroying your home,

so you just keep laughing while they build a darn

with what used to be your basement.

Beavers? Please.

That shirt means you want to inspect a...

you know -- vagina.

Whatever. We could just leave, I guess.

Did you just say vagina?

You probably have a week before this structure comes down.

Yeah. Not our problem.

I guess you can just sign here to prove that we warned you --

Fine. This is all I need.

Okay, meet me around back.

Ow! What? We kicked ass.

HATRED: I am gonna spread some mustard on this baloney.

It's gonna stop now! - I'm trying to run SPHINX.

I am a good guy now. Why can't you believe that?

Once a bad guy, always a bad guy.

You were a bad guy, too, you idiot.

Uhh... alright.. Touch�.

Listen, I'm here to talk to Hank about Destiny.

I'm worried about him. He's in over his head.

Hank's an adult. He's ready to enter destiny.

And I'm gonna show him how. I've done it already.

That is perverse!

I insist on meeting this Destiny character.

All right, fine. Destiny, front and center.

Sweet Christmas! She is a lively one.

I can see the attraction.

Whoa, since when did we get strength suits

and ninja-guy outfits?

They -- they were in the back in the command-gear hold.

There's a command-gear hold?

Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?

I am a golden goddess. Gary, check this out!

[ whipping sound ] [ crash ]

Wow. Well, that's Destiny.

Unless you have other business, visiting time is over.

Why don't you make me leave?

[guns cock] Uh... metaphorically.

HANK: Aaaaaaah!

[ door opens ]

Hmph. Just enjoying your report on Long Division.

Thinking of optioning it to Robin Williams and Jim Carrey.

All right. I'm gonna pretend we can explain --

Don't bother. You get your cover blown

by a "Gary" that kills Short Division

with another guy he killed,

and then you fill up Gary's pillowcase with snicker bars

and send him home?!

Come on. Short Division was an 8-year-old

that smoked two packs a day

and shot his henchmen when they cussed.

The kid was an a-hole.

Look, we didn't get to the secret base,

but Long Division is hobbled.

All we need to do is --

All you need to do is tell me what the fuck a Gary is

and explain why he's not in a body bag.

You remember that ex-Monarch henchman

that we gave SPHINX to?

Well, he thinks he's a crime fighter now,

and, uh, he's good enough at it to --

Burn my ass! Clean this mess up.

I don't want to hear the word "SPHINX" again.

Go tell that deranged, giant man-baby that playtime is over.

What are you guys doing?

You need to be briefed and trained.

Oh, and I'm gonna order personal pan pizzas for everyone --

any two toppings.

I'm watching my figure, Gary. Salad?

No offense, Viceroy,

but we've been at this game for a long time.

We fought in the flippin' Pyramid Wars.

Whoa, geez. The Pyramid Wars.

I didn't know you guys were ex-O.S.l.

All right. We're just gonna jump in.

I made some workbooks. - Viceroy, no workbooks!

Sphinx, evil awaits!

I�m calling forth the Mighty Khafra --

the man-faced lion that reigns over the heavens.

How do you guys know this stuff?

Urn, push the big red button?

DOC: So, what are we looking for?

- MONARCH: Aquatic rodents, Tad -- structural damage, feces,

crab-apple sized dung balls --

brown mostly, white if they're old.

Yeah, most of your homes are infested with paper beaver,

but you have a red well beaver at this station.

- How can you tell? - MONARCH: Watch.

A-ow-wee-kee-kee-kee...

What my partner is doing is

making the sound of a hungry paper beaver pup.

If you had paper beavers, they'd be here by now,

and you'd smell their lactations.

They have a pungent, syrupy breast milk.

I've never noticed anything like that down here.

- Of course you haven't, Tad. - It's Thaddeus.

Yeah, Tad, once you see them, it's too late.

Here. Give me a hand here.

You got to get them at the larval stage.

Beaver larva?

Well, it's a baby -- like a baby, but a baby beaver.

A little baby beaver.

Yeah, these are, uh, beaver deterrents.

They emit a high-frequency pulse that beavers just hate.

It drives them nuts.

Dean! Hey, hey, Dean!

Don't you know how to knock'?

I wasn't sure you were in here with all these lights off.

It's like a damn mausoleum.

- Well, what do you want? - Your help.

I suck at this bodyguard thing.

Brock's watch keeps beeping "explosives present,"

your brother's fornicating with Destiny,

and Gary's got a militia,

you're burning candles, you got those cutting scars --

Huh? Oh, I got my arm caught in a --

Caught in a web of sadness.

I know that you cut to feel something, Dean --

to feel anything.

What are you talking about?

I'm not legally allowed to hold you,

but I am sworn to protect you, Dean.

[ mechanical whirring ]

What the -- ?!

He's upped his game. Let's go!

WINDSONG: SPHINX commander, target located,

course is plotted.

One more time -- I'm SPHINX command--

Wait. What target?

No! I'm SPHINX commander!

You're just a usurper playing dress-up.

Oh, fuck.

You guys are old team SPHINX. I knew it.

I'm such a retard.

WINDSONG: Oh, you really are.

It was embarrassingly easy to do this.

Great. Right when everything gets super cool --

Hush, my sweet countess. Daddy's back.

Everything is just as it was.

Listen, I'm old hat at kicking addictions, Dean.

Little boys, obsessive relationships,

booze, and nail biting -- I kicked them all.

Mr. Hatred, l just have some things to work out.

I'm not addicted to anything.

Denial is the first sign of addiction.

[ Beeping ] Ah, we have a winner.

Swing that light over here.

Yep. Explosives.

When Uncle Hatred was a villain,

he used this kind but in green.

Monarch crew used to steal crap from us

and paint 'em yellow,

so looks like we discovered Gary's little plan.

GATHERS: Dart-19, what is your position?

SHORELEAVE: Oh, hey, Hunter.

Yeah, we're in, uh, my room listening to records.

Brook's gonna french braid my hair.

GATHERS: Well, then, don't bother going to SPHINX H.Q.

SPHINX H.Q. is heading straight at us.

Straight at Baby Girl!

Switch your radar to Delta 4.

- Rerouting for intercept. - All right. You're on scene.

Now take her down.

And if you don't, Baby Girl will.

Over and out.

This is unbelievable.

Ugh, what is Gary's damage?

He is destroying my reputation

worse than that jock I dated in high school.

DOC: Of course the science racket isn't always serious.

Look -- it's a molecular re-distributor,

and I'm sitting on it like a horse.

[ chuckles ] Brock just had to get the camera.

[ chuckles ] So, who are the little girls?

Oh, those are my boys --

Raggedy Ann and Andy for Halloween that year.

They grow up so fast.

Well, when you let them, I mean.

[ door opens ] Doc! Doc, I think --

Oh. Hello. Doc, I need to talk privately.

We have some problems that might be...

explosive.

[sighs]

Gentlemen, I'll be right back.

My butler doesn't quite know his place yet.

There's a picture of Venture dressed as Rambo.

You gotta see this. You will piss yourself.

Um, sweetie, Hatred found the explosives.

Did you not catch that?

What the fuck is this?!

DOC: [muffled] He did What?!

Get your crap. We can leave through the back.

Why are you old guys doing this? Revenge?

So, you wait 30 years for me to put out a want ad?

You want the truth? You're gonna hate it.

I don't even like talking about it.

Might as well. I'm clearly not busy here.

SPHINX was pretty serious.

Yeah, we got our asses kicked by O.S.l. all the time,

but we were hard core.

When you join SPHINX, we put a cyanide chip

right in your brain.

100% loyalty, or we flip the switch.

Whoa. And I thought my old job was nuts.

Well, you can't get these things out.

And they don't last forever.

We all have maybe a year left to live,

so when your ad came up, we figured

we could go out like SPHINX.

Flame it.

Well, we have nothing to do with your acid head... problem.

Why can't you just let us go?

It would ruin the commander.

You look just like the Countess in that outfit.

After she left him, he hasn't been the same.

Yeah, that was her strength suit.

Totally forgot it was a strength suit.

All right. Get to the bridge.

I'm gonna try and find the engine room.

HATRED: You had a bad hit of blotter and killed someone

'cause he learned your terrible secret?

Maybe you masturbated with a Furby.

What could be so bad?

I just know a little too much.

You wanna rap about it?

You... want me to make up a rhyme?

No, I was trying to be a --

Dean, growing up is hard.

It's supposed to be. You're not like anyone.

You're -- you're Dean.

And you're the best Dean.

Huh. That almost helps.

So, what? We leave them here?

Yeah. That'll send a message.

Steady on course.

I-I-I don't remember this at all.

You are gonna have to get over that damn photo.

I can't run this alone.

Look, look! That is me in that picture.

I'm playing with Dr. Venture. Playing!

Wee! Fun! Yay!

And who's that in the background?

Oh, nobody -- just my parents.

Yes, fine, that's nuts.

Can we talk about this later?

I don't remember any of this!

GATHERS: Blondie, Sailor Boy, this is Smoke Stack.

Target is locked in.

We will open fire if you do not respond.

Damn it, you two.

BROCK: Smoke Stack, this is Blondie.

Hold your fire. I'm in position.

Repeat. Hold your fire. Just give me 10.

GATHERS: Roger. Give 'em hell, son.

You heard 'em, kiddies. Stay frosty.

[ mechanical whirring ]

All right, weirdo, the game is over.

Knock this crap off, or I will go karate bananas on you!

Countess!

Soon the O.S.l. will be destroyed,

and we can finally be together again.

Look, seriously, I will karate you.

Ow. That is entirely not necessary.

Ah, I remember kicking your ass when I was a kid.

[grunts] - Still fun.

Dude, the old SPHINX crew

is gonna attack the O.S.l. any second.

Communications are down and we're using these.

What is that?

It's a shake weight, I think. I can't find anything else.

I can't even find fucking Engineering.

Have you seen Hank?

Nice job, Gary.

You are in so much trouble.

SPHINX COMMANDER: Brock Samson.

It's just like old times.

I thought you went into the private sector.

Things change.

So, you and The Countess figured you'd take the jalopy out

for one last ride?

- Brock, it's me, Hank. - Hank?

What are you doing here, and why --

why are you on his lap?

He needs my bosom, Brock.

Plus, the suit is frozen. I can't move.

My Countess forgot that her suit is programmed

to never hurt her man,

so put the crossbow down.

Hank, uh, can you close your eyes?

- Of course. - Then do it.

[Splat]

I can't open them yet, can I?

- Nope.

Come on, man.

Oh, who's gonna feed my snakes?

Wow. It's so depressing. Just look at him.

I suddenly get why my dad used to say,

"I'm not gonna punish you.

You've punished yourself enough."

My dad likes to punish us while we punish ourselves.

I am a complete loser. [sighs]

You know, I was thinking

that this kind of looked better on you.

You work it like a wookiee.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

GATHERS: Oh, I've been waiting to do this for 30 years.

Position artillery!

Arm all explosives!

Wait for my mark! I want them to see us.

Monarch again. It's exhausting.

You want me to go out there?

[scoffs] What are they gonna do?

Drop a dinette set on my lawn?

Detonate the explosives!

Fire all canons!

What the hell was that?

I don't get it. It looks like we just blew up...

...SPHINX for the last time.

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