[screaming]
Wait, why are we screaming?
It's five against one and we have super powers.
- Mine was a battle cry. - It was not.
I... I was scared, still am.
I'm scared too...
Of the mess you're gonna have to clean up
when I tear this guy apart.
Oh!
Nice outfit, pops.
You finally got the dad clothes to match your dad bod.
Oh!
I'm gonna beat you so hard...
Your face is gonna match that claw.
Oh!
I'm gonna put you in a prison cell!
Oh... oh?
I backed him into a prison cell?
Oh!
Oh, OK, that's smart.
That's smart, I see it. That's smart.
Now I'm gonna take care of the rest of you!
[screaming]
Too bad for you.
- They usually hold me back. - Huh?
[grunting]
Come on, guys!
Battle cry!
Now you battle cry?
[screaming]
Maybe let your boss out first-- And they're already gone.
How'd you get over there?
We don't know.
[screaming]
Really good.
[grunting]
Are those... clones of us?
Yeah, yeah. Just in case, let's go!
Just in case what?
- Keep down! - Ah!
[screaming]
Hot tub!
[music playing]
[grunting]
[ringing]
Uh... hello?
Hi, I'm Leigh Ann. I'm your 10:30 date.
Did you forget about me?
No... no.
Dude, I thought we were fighting?
Uh, excuse me, I'm talking to Leigh Ann!
Now where were we, Leigh Ann?
Hey, Twitler.
I don't know what your plan is, but it's not gonna work.
I'm just a simple chest monster,
but it looks to me like Helper Monkey built a cyborg,
and is somehow gonna implant Rick Twitler's
consciousness inside of it,
and reenter the world as a more powerful version of himself.
[scoffs] No, he's not.
That's stupid.
Well, he is slow clapping.
And that's the universal gesture for you got me.
OK, lucky guess.
And I'm just a simple chest monster,
but I'll pet Twitler's the one who released Drex
to distract you.
No, Drex let himself out.
Hear that slow clap?
You know what? This is why I make you live down here.
Captain Man.
I've waited a long time to say this to you.
Don't you say "game on".
Game on.
Hey. Hey, where are you going?
I'm just a simple chest monster,
- but I think he's gonna-- - Oh my God, shut up!
Aw, why you gotta kick chest monster like that?
[music playing]
Aw, what's the matter?
Eh, more baby talk!
Is somebody tired from getting beat up
by the mean old Danger Force?
I couldn't do cardio in that prison cell!
[grunting]
Missed me, too slow.
- Gotcha. - No, you don't.
[screaming]
Where's Drex?
He's taking a nappy-wappy-poo.
[arguing]
Where's Drex?
I took him down!
OK, how about cyborg Rick Twitler?
What do you mean cyborg Rick Twitler?
Bruh, how'd you get out of jail?
Helper Monkey let me out.
I thought he was Rick Twitler.
Nah, he's back to normal now.
Who is cyborg Rick Twitler?
I'll tell you right after I strap Drex to a trash rocket.
Who wants to help me take out the trash?
- Me! - I got a date.
Who is cyborg Rick Twitler?
Hi...
Nobody touch those trash rockets.
I spent a lot of time rewiring them
when I possessed Mika.
- Nice going, Mika. - I was possessed!
Also, I have no memory of that.
I was not possessed, but I also have no memory.