- [Narrator] The Quickster.
With the uncanny ability to run really quick.
- Wanna see me run to that mountain and back?
You wanna see me do it again?
- [Narrator] Captain Magma.
Get him angry and he's bound to erupt.
- Krakatoa.
- [Narrator] The Elastic Waistband,
able to stretch his body into fantastic shapes and forms.
- I can finally touch my toes.
- [Narrator] And Miss Appear.
Now you see her, no you don't.
- [Miss Appear] Does this outfit make me look fat?
- [Narrator] The International Justice League
of Super Acquaintances,
a subsidiary of Viacom.
- So it's agreed,
we'll get one cheese pizza, one with pepperoni
and mushrooms, and one with olives.
- Super Acquaintances, we need your help.
- Holy halibut, it's the chief!
- Thank you for the introduction Quickster,
but we all know who I am.
More to the point,
we've got news on the whereabouts of EVIL.
- The whose-abouts of what?
- You just tell us where they are chief,
and we'll hog tie 'em faster than you can say salsa verde.
- Stop, leave us alone! - Please stop!
- Please! - Please stop!
- [EVIL] John and Nancy, sitting in a tree.
K I S S I N G.
- Oh! Shine the flashlight in that car, Man Ray.
- (laughs) With pleasure.
- Hey man, that's not cool.
(laughing)
- Leave those young lovers alone!
- Well, if it isn't Milkmaid Man.
You've saved us the trouble of tracking you down.
- You fiends can't win, you're outnumbered.
- You senile elder fish face,
there are three of us and only one of you.
- Make that two.
- The Quickster.
- Three!
- Captain Magma!
- Four!
- The Elastic Waistband.
- Five.
- [EVIL] Miss Appear!
- And me makes 10! I think.
- Uh oh. - I don't feel
so good about this.
- Oh, there goes our toy deal.
- Super Acquaintances, attack!
- Oh no! Please, mercy!
- Krakatoa!
(screaming) - Get it off,
get it off, get it off, get it off!
Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off,
get it off, get it off, get it off.
- I'll save you Quickster!
Huh?
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- I'll cool you off Quickster with one of my water balls.
Uh, ah.
Ah ha!
- Huh? No no, no no!
I'm not the Quickster, I'm Captain Magma.
- Well, I guess it's up to me.
I'll just sneak over, unseen, and catch 'em by surprise.
(screaming)
- Get it off, get it off, get it off.
(shoes squeaking)
Phew, glad that's over.
(crickets chirping)
- We did it. We won.
This day belongs to EVIL!
(laughs)
You've lost, Mermaid Man.
And the superhero supervillain rules say
that you have to give in to my demands.
- Okay. What do you want?
- World domination! Tell him we want world domination!
- Oh, and make him eat dirt!
In addition to the domination thing.
- Number one, I want to be treated like a superhero,
not a sidekick.
Number two, I want to be called Barnacle Man.
And number three.
- Come on, domination!
- I want an adult sized Krabby Patty.
- Did you hear him say anything about eating dirt?
- Need a hand, super pal?
(sweeping heroic music)
- Good to have you back on the side of justice scale.
Let's go get you that Krabby Patty.
- Was that it? God, I feel sick.
- Oh, this reminds me of a time I went to Cancun
with a killer shrimp. (laughs)
Oh, they had these- - Oh, would you shut up!