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♪ Go! ♪

♪ T-E-E-N ♪

♪ T-I-T-A-N-S ♪

♪ Teen Titans, let's go ♪

♪ Teen Titans, go ♪

Whoa, it's Booster Gold!

That's right, Titans.

It is I,

Booster Gold!

I come from the future

and I'm here to warn you

of your terrible fate.

Oh, nos! We's has a terrible fate?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I've never heard of Booster Gold.

Sounds like a made-up name.

How do we know this guy's really from the future?

Well, Robin, if I didn't have advanced perception

of exactly how the time continuum will unfold,

then how would I know you're about to...

- break your ankle? - Aah!

Wow!

How could he possibly have known

that was going to happen?

Because I'm from the future.

And you're wasting precious time.

There's only one way to avoid your terrible fate.

Tell us, tell us!

Eh, I'm going to need 50 bucks.

Fifty bucks?

How could that possibly have anything to do

with preventing our terrible fate?

Robin, it's absolutely imperative

that you give me 50 bucks.

Or you'll end up

with a fractured rib.

His knowledge of future events

continues to be the spot-on.

Now, I'm also gonna need your TV, your couch,

refrigerator, DVD collection, microwave

and that rug.

Nicely done.

That ought to change the timeline

just enough for you to avoid that

terrible fate.

What is this terrible fate anyway,

Mr. "I'm From The Future"?

Well, if you must know,

in the future, Robin here becomes an evil villain

and destroys the world as we know it.

Anyway, gotta go. Ta-ta.

Get him!

What? No! He was obviously lying.

Hey, folks,

bring your most interesting valuables

and have them expertly appraised

by your host, the renowned Sticky Joe.

Howdy.

I purchased this at the little garage sale.

It is in the beautiful condition,

but I do not know of its value.

Hmm.

Howdy.

Oh, my! I am the rich, the rich!

Oh!

Presenting Judge Silkie in Grub Justice.

Case number 121.

The plaintiff claims that in spite of numerous warnings,

the defendant continues to use her personal toothbrush.

That is the correct, Your Honor.

And I have the evidence to prove it.

Gross!

Oh, that's gross!

What's the big deal?

I put it back.

And that's not all, Your Honor.

This nasty dude has been using my soap

and getting his filthy hair all over the bar.

Check it.

Oh, come on.

Nothing wrong with a little gorilla booty hair.

That's nothing compared to what I've been through.

Just look at this appalling act that I caught on camera.

That was still a perfectly edible sandwich!

The defendant is sentenced to 50 licks.

Aah!

Ugh, gross.

This very delicate doily has been handed down

from my great-great-grandmama, to my great-grandmama,

to my grandpappy,

all the way down to me.

It's got a lot of sentimental value.

I would never want to part with it,

but, you know, I just was curious

as to what its value might be.

Howdy.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!

I'm selling that raggedy old napkin

and buying me a boat!

I'm rich, so rich!

No!

Attention, Mama!

You, there.

Please be aware of the gap between the cushions.

They can separate and create

a very harmful situation.

Repeat. That is a restricted area.

If you do not cooperate, I will have to close the couch

until further notice.

That was for your own safety, Mama.

Sir!

Please chew slower, sir.

Sir!

I present to you,

The Good Caterpillar, issue 1.

Initial print run, mint condition.

It's got to be worth a fortune, right?

Oh, howdy.

Whoo-hoo!

Yes! I'm rich! In your face, Bruce Wayne.

I don't need your allowance anymore. Ha-ha!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No!

I've seen enough, I'm outta here.

Time to go!

Hippity hoppity, plippity, ploppity.

Splishity, splashity, mishity, mashity.

Yo, the sun was shining on Jump City.

It was so nice,

I decided to hit the streets.

But after walking for miles,

my fancy gators was killing me.

So I hit up the shoe shop,

and got me some sick kicks.

But the shop owner charged me an arm and a leg.

The guy was a total clown.

So, I split.

Then I hooked up with Cy.

That dude is my homey.

Boo-yah.

We hit the gym and got swole.

We was looking fire.

Then we got a crime alert,

but you know how we roll.

We'd rather go home and chill.

And keep it real low-key.

But then, Robin showed up all salty.

The dude is a total wet blanket.

So we ghosted that fool.

Overall, it was a pretty fly day.

I guess you could say I totally nailed it.

And that's why they call me the GOAT.