(screaming)
- A new map, a whole new world of possibilities.
(water splashing)
(fishing rod reeling)
- Great. Another mutated freak.
(water splashing)
Hey, look where you're going, you, you,
Whatever the heck you are.
- I'm Drippley.
- Wait a second.
I've seen you hanging around Sweaty Sands' pier.
- My BFF Jo and I, love fishing on the pier.
Hey, you like fishing too?
We should all be BFFs together.
- Hard pass, blob boy.
I like fishing mostly for the calm and quiet.
You ain't calm or quiet.
- No.
I'm Drippley. Remember?
Whoa, are you a pirate?
How'd you lose that eye?
- Touch it again, and I'll show you.
- Whoa,
(horn beeping) what is that?
- Trouble. I've heard about that bus.
Everyone up there wants us dead.
They want to claim our Island as their own.
- But how do we know they're not friendly?
(gun shots)
We need to get to Jo before one of these meanies
tries to hurt her.
How do we make this thing go faster?
- Oh for starters, boats work better in water.
- But this is the fastest way to Sweaty Sands.
- That's it. I'm driving.
(water splashing)
- I told you.
- Shut it, bubbles.
(gun shots) Get down.
We're under fire.
- That tickles.
- Take the wheel,
and get us the hell outta here.
- Land ho.
(crashing)
See? Land sailing is the way to go.
- Uhuh.
- Ooh, look a treasure.
You're a pirate, Ron.
You must love treasure.
- I told you, I'm not a pirate.
(chest opening)
- Oh man. I thought it'd be your lost gold matey.
- I hate you.
- Friends don't hate each other,
you silly goose.
- Speaking of friends,
does Jo have pink hair by chance?
- She sure does. How'd you know that?
- Looks like she needs our help.
Grab a gun and let's roll.
- So it's settled then.
We'll form a trio with skills unmatched
by any opposing squad and rule this island
for seasons to come.
(gun shot)
- Eight ball, corner pocket.
- Oh no, not him again.
- Hang in there. We're coming for you Jo.
- Stop. I don't need your help, go away.
Ugh, he never listens.
Do me a favor, just shoot me now.
Seriously, kill me now.
I'd rather die than spend another minute with him.
- You'll never escape. I give the best damn hugs,
this side of Frenzy Farm.
- Ugh, here we go.
Let him go. Your big dumb blob.
He's my part-
(gunshot) -ner.
- Hey. I had it covered.
- Sure you did, kid. You okay?
- I was better before you idiots
eliminated my partners.
- Whoops, our bad.
- Hang on. Are you friends
with this amorphous menace?
- Nope. He's just some tag along,
told me you are his BFF.
- More like an annoying little brother
who won't leave me alone.
- Thank you, exactly.
(laughing)
- Oh, that's a good one.
- Oh, hey, don't do that.
We didn't mean to-
- You think of me like a brother?
That's even closer than BFFs.
We're family.
And since your billiard buddies are dead,
we can be your new trio partners.
Best day ever.
- Enjoy your victory for now, brother.
You won't survive much longer.
(laughing)
(upbeat music)
(gunshots)
(groaning)
- Sniper, 117, East Southeast,
barn room.
- Builds going up 32, North.
- Corn at five minutes.
- Five minutes?
Oh my god, Drip. Focus.
- Prepare to meet your doom. (gunshot)
- Ron, take out that 117 snipe.
- Who made you the leader?
Though I do like a good tit for tat.
(gunshots)
- Drip, sneak around the side
and take the north build from behind.
- Sir, yes, sir.
Through the Cornel, I shall go.
(sighing)
- Tag you're- (groans)
- Ron,
this is your best friend Drippley, doo-dah day.
Are you okay?
- Help Drip, I'm knocked.
Is, is this what noobs feels like?
- I'll save you,
momma llama's coming for her baby.
- Hey, don't you think it's weird
that they're all wearing toxin ski-
- I don't care if they're giving away free vbucks,
for the love of all brite bombers, revive me.
- Okay, okay. God.
(intense music)
(explosion)
(cheering)
- So, we gotta stay here till the storm rolls in?
Not to be that teammate, but I am
literally dying.
- You're lucky, I'm a Perry.
(groaning)
- Holy (beep)
(laughing)
- What's this mess?
- The remains of a festive season.
- Help me.
- That's unsettling.
- He'll shut up if you ignore him.
- Rude.
- Jo, you have to help Ron.
- Drip, I, uh
totally didn't forget about you. Yeah.
And Ron's fine.
I mean a bit disturbed by the snowman,
but fine.
- He's in bad shape. He's lost a lot of HP,
but gained in looks.
Ooh, such a handsome young bad-ass.
I must save him with a kiss of life.
- Fluttered,
but I'm at full health now.
Still use some shields.
(gasps)
- Ow. -Two Rons?
- Drip, you puddle of blob.
This isn't Ron. It's an alter ego.
- Oh, so that's why his hair is better.
- Hey.
- Please, don't shoot.
My name's Don.
Not Ron and I come in peace.
- Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't fill that
pretty little head of yours full of lead.
- Pretty? There's an evil trio, plotting
to conquer the island using toxin clones.
Only the four of us are equipped to combat them.
And if they succeed, we are all tuned.
- Good enough.
- Yay.
Two Rons are better than one.
- Still here.
Still need help.
(upbeat music)
♪ First day of spring. ♪
♪ And I just wanna sing. ♪
(crashing)
(gasping)
- They're here too.
Every chest looted, every crate broken.
How many of them are there?
- The island can't support more than a hundred people.
No guns, no ammo,
all we got is this fishing pole.
- Surely, we are doomed.
(whistling)
- Yee haw.
(laughing)
- GG,
nub.
(gun shot)
- Running low on tac ammo.
- Got you covered.
- Ask for the wiggle togseega.
(groaning)
(gun cocking)
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
Ron, what did you toss me?
'Cause that wasn't shotgun ammo.
- Shoot. I think I tossed pistol ammo.
Simple mistake.
- Ronald.
How dare you?
Wait so long to open up to us.
Thank you for sharing
and being vulnerable in this moment.
We hear you.
We see you and we forgive you of this flub.
- I don't,
I'm annoyed, low on ammo.
And I just used my last med pack.
- These toxin only had common weapons.
We need more power to take on the evil trio.
We need a-
- Loot drop.
It's landing nearby.
And it's being surrounded by toxins.
- Okay. New plan.
Get that drop.
- There's also an upgrade station.
- Yeah, surrounded by enemies.
- I have a plan for that.
- Why do we wear these sunglasses?
- Yeah.
Don't our leaders care about our night vision.
- I'm taking them off.
- Wait,
what if the myths are true?
What if,
what if I lose you?
- No matter what,
note that I made a decision.
Proving myself to be an individual with agency.
At least I was the captain of my soul.
- The slurp god is real.
Please forgive us, oh great Sludge.
- Headshot.
- Great job, Jo.
Wow. That was an amazing hit.
- Were you just standing out there this whole time?
- Yes, siree.
- Knocked on the dock.
- Too bad we didn't have time to open that drop.
- Who's the carry?
I'm the carry.
I need wood.
- You can have mine.
- Where's Ron?
(gun shot)
The whole town definitely heard that.
(gunshots)
(door bell rings)
- Is that necessary?
- The element of surprise is always.
- Come with me if you want to win.
- Thanks for the boat, Ron.
Oh, am I forgiven now?
- For the ammo? Maybe.
- Ooh. Can I drive?
- [Together] No.
(groaning)
(gunshots)
- They're focusing on the boat.
- Ron, what's going on?
Ron?
- Ron, we need to turn.
Ron?
Ron, we need to turn.
- Ron?
(explosion)
(laughing)
- So long, trio.
- Oh, why?
Why Ronald? Why'd you betray us?
- Drippley.
- I can almost hear Jo,
calling out from the heavens.
- Ripley, let go.
- You're alive.
- Definitely need bandies.
I'd even take a small fry,
- How about an actual doctor?
- It's lucky you landed in Slurp run off.
A few feet to the left or right,
you'd all be reboot cards.
- Does it matter?
The evil trio is always three steps ahead.
- Yeah.
And they've developed a secret weapon,
hidden in the mountains to be used
to destroy all who oppose that.
- We can't give up. We have to stop them.
- Jo we can't give up.
- I know, that's what I-
- Drippley's right.
If they can conquer the Island,
why can't we?
- Wait?
You also want to take control of the Island.
Isn't that evil.
- No, no, we're doing it for good. - We'll rule with an
iron fist in peace. - Yeah, definitely for good.
- Okay.
- I have a plan.
We've all seen these giant mysterious sealed doors
in the mountain.
And due to the name, we all ignored them,
but we shouldn't have.
Behind those doors is an evil laboratory.
We'll split into two teams.
(whistles)
Drip and I will take the evil base from the South.
(gun shots)
- That was too easy.
Should we knock?
- How about,
knocking it down?
- I allied with a group of idiots?
It worked.
Am I too mean?
(cheering)
- Ugh, no.
(laughing)
- You thought you could conquer us?
The better trio?
Well, we'd like to introduce you
to the final member of our group.
The ultimate champion.
- All your base are belong to us.
(laughing)
- This is your evil weapon?
- For your insolence,
you shall be punished.
Attack!
- Oh no, the storm is close.
(gun shots)
- Who are you?
- We're the true trio,
here to save the day.
(explosion)
- No, wait.
I want to live.
- That was amazing.
You were all, zwoot,
zap, bang, bang, bang.
Ka blam!
- Oh, shucks.
You're pretty cool too.
- Aw, thank you.
- Teamwork really does make the dream work.
- Not quite.
(gun shot)
- Hey, I thought we were allies.
- We had a common enemy.
Had.
Only one trio can win.
(gun shot)
- I can't fight you.
If you need to kill me, do it now.
I'd rather die your friend than your enemy.
- Same shoot me.
Let me die happy.
- I asked first.
- But I saved you. You owe me.
(coughing)
(heavy breathing)
(horn beeping)
- Wait, what?
- You were saying that together
we can be ultimate trio
and conquer this Island for good.
- Right, right.
Yeah, together we can-
God damn it. Not again.
(intense music)
- Ron, watch out.
We're headed straight for the dam.
- Oh no.
Could it be that Ron is betraying us.
Am I the only one who sees this?
We've already done this before.
- And I thought I was the imaginative one.
- Get your head out of the clouds.
- Yeah, Jo, that's ridiculous.
Me evil? Vengeful?
Full of an uncontrollable rage
that must escape through violence alone?
What a funny hypothetical thought.
- You know what, you guys are right?
I'm out of my gourd.
I guess I should just take off now.
(explosion)
- We meet again.
Forrester.
- Jo. It's been awhile.
- How's the food truck.
- The repo man took it.
- Oh, I hadn't heard.
- How's that new squad of yours?
- Trio.
One of them was a ghost plant.
- Okay. Well did you like them?
They weren't my first pick.
(gunshots)
- Grotto, grotto bar.
(explosion)
- Hiya.
I'm so happy you're here.
The island is going
b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
- Roast is at it again.
This time they've recruited powerful agents
and are using the toxin skins as hinges.
We think Midas is behind all this.
Yes, babe cat?
- Can we drop straight onto the agency
and take out Midas?
- No.
We need you to go to the secret high notes
of each powerful agent and either
convert them to shadow or take them out.
Any other questions?
No.
Great.
Take your pick of the armory.
- Can we take the choppa?
- Sure
- I call shotgun.
I also call pilot.
(laughing)
(heavy breathing)
(yawning)
- Babe cat, which agents should we go for first?
(laughing)
Oh, I know who you're thinking of.
(laughing)
- I feel very out of the loop.
- So delicious.
Oh, caramel.
(explosion)
- What the hell.
What the hell is matter with you people.
- Join shadow or die.
- I wanna live. I'll join shadow.
I'll be the best shadow agent, I promise.
Babe? Babe cat, please, I'll do anything.
- Save your tears for someone who cares.
- Whoa I mean,
if he wants to join, we have to let him.
- Please, baby kitty. I love- (gunshot)
- Hey, that's out of line.
- You don't know him like I do.
Who wants soft serve?
- Ooh, I do. I do.
(upbeat music)