Whoa!
So, that's what he calls tummy troubles?
Oh.
-Nose cone clean. Last missile priming for launch.
No!
If he gets any bigger,
he's going to destroy everything!
Scribbles!
What is he doing?
He's trying to calm it down
with the power of Sunny Love Beach.
What?
John, it's just a poster.
Just a poster? It's a limited edition!
But that's not the point.
Scribbles was about to solve everything.
Wait a minute!
I know where Sunny Love Beach is filmed.
I'll be breaking a restraining order, but...
Wish me luck!
Sunny Love Beach, here we come!
We need to distract him until John comes back.
Here goes nothing!
Hmm?
Sorry.
Ahh!
Let me see if I can't let
one of my problems get rid of the other.
Open wide!
Have it your way! Let's see if Rabbids
can survive inside an old lava belly here.
You and your stupid friends had one job.
Go to Mars and explode the
mega bomb! Simple!
I would have been the nice guy
who believed in Rabbids,
and you would have been
the stupid rodents who blew everything up.
No one would have questioned that!
You were the perfect scapegoats!
Mr. Nebula, you're live on national television.
Huh?
You've just made some serious revelations.
How dare you?
Excuse me, sir.
Let me just capture this moment.
Ahh!
Hey, there!
I hear my number one fan wants an autogra--
Roger?
Yeah, I never said he was your biggest human fan.
Roger Peacock?
It is such an honor.