-I'm a star! A great big shining star! Yaaaay!
[boom!]
[suspenseful music playing]
[birds chirping]
-(Orange) Whoa, what the heck are you?
Are you a hoagie?
Hey! Hey, Hulk Hoagie!
-It's Croissant.
-Hey! Hey, Hulk Hoagie! Hey!
-It's Croissant, okay?
You want me to spell it out for you?
-Nah, that's what he's for.
-Hoagie: H-O-A...
-That's it!
You wanna rock and roll with me, come on.
Let's rock and-- [crash!]
-Yaahh!!
-Whoa!
-What the heck was that?
-What are these earth shapes?
-Uhh... that's not rock 'n' roll,
that's just rock on a roll. [laughs]
-Can you spell "zing"?
-Holy crap, it's a meteor!
-Meteor? Meatier than what?
-Negative! I merely look like a meteor.
-So, what? You're like a comet?
-He can't be a comet;
he doesn't have a tail. [laughs]
-Silence!
-Silence: S-I-L... [ptew!]
-Hey!
Now I'll never learn how to spell.
-Behold, I am Meteortron, emissary of the Frotobots.
We are an alien race of shape-shifting robots
locked in a never-ending battle with Opticons,
who are also an alien race of shape-shifting robots
who we will crush!
-Wait, so you got a crush on who now?
-Silence! And tell me where I can find a relic.
-Huh?
-Um... you mean like a VCR?
-No. The relic is a device of unspeakable power,
which I have traced to this very...
uh, what the crap is this place?
-Kitchen?
-Keetch-on. Now you must give me the relic.
-Uh, sorry dude, we don't have any relic.
-You cannot deceive a Frotobot. No matter.
I have other ways of making you talk.
[laughing evilly, blade whirring]
-Whoa! Cut it out, meteor-man.
If you want the relic so bad, he's right there.
-Whoa-whoa-whoa! Whoa, easy now.
Just put the spinning blade down
and let's talk this over.
-Huh. This does not compute.
-Yeah, it doesn't compute. You know why?
Because I'm relish, not relic.
-Further investigation is required.
Initiate dissection.
-Oh, thanks a lot, Orange. Thanks.
-Uh-oh, this is gonna be "jarring."
[laughs] Ew...
[ptew!, Meteortron roars]
-Boom.
-Spell & Speak, you're alive!
-Yes, for I am more than an educational tool;
I am... an Opticon.
-Who we will crush!
-Meteortron, step away from the relic.
-Oh come on, you can't spell "relish"?
-Prepare for battle.
[machinery whirring]
-Whoa, time for Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots.
-Behold!
-Whoa!
-Neato burrito!
-I am Meteortron!
-Hey guys, what's going on in here?
-Hey, hey Mervin!
-What's up, Orange?
-Robot.
-Huh?
Whoa, whoa! Put me down!
-Die, Opticon! [Mervin yelling]
[ptew!] -Whoa, heads up.
[Meteortron yells]
-(Opticon) Oh! -Whoa!
-(Meteortron) Ha-ha-ha! Die!
-Eh...
[Meteortron yells]
[kaboom! kaboom!]
-Wow!!
-[coughing] Whoa.
Talk about deja boom. [laughs]
[coughs] Ugh.
-Oh... why is it we can't go one day in this kitchen
without something exploding?
-Amen.
-Yeah, it's pretty great, isn't it?
[Midget Apple and Pear groan]
-Fear not, friends. We're safe now
that the robots have destroyed themselves.
Perhaps I can finally put away this... disguise.
-Whoa! -Whoa!
-Behold, it is I, the Relic--
[crash!] -Whoa-ho-ho-oh!
What's up, dudes? I'm looking for the relish.
You seen him anywhere?
Captioned by SpongeSebastian