♪ The highest score ♪
It took me five days to master that game,
but I finally beat it.
[grunting]
Well done. You've unlocked a new skin.
[groaning]
Hey there, fella Danger Force crime fighters.
Hope you're all having a good day,
just as I, Mika, am having. Don't mind me.
Please return to your business.
[humming]
Yeah, she's acting kind of sus.
- So sus. - Mad sus.
Hey, handsome.
So who are you? 'Cause you look like Mika.
Oh, really?
How about now?
[gasping]
Whoa.
Long story, short, I uploaded my entire consciousness
to a supercomputer, you know, as a backup plan.
It took a few years, but that consciousness
finally found a way to insert itself into a video game.
And once that game was delivered to Danger Force, it was game on.
You know what? I was just out there taking
a nice sun with my helper monkey
when someone tied me to a trash rocket
and launched me into space!
[everyone gasping]
Ah, you know what, don't give me your pity gasps.
Especially you.
What did I do?
Sorry, can you move over?
Surely, you can't mean me.
Mika Macklin, your pal from before.
No zapping her. That Twitler's still my sister.
Thanks for your concern, but I don't need your help
'cause I have got a superpower
and I can't wait to tell you about it!
What the heck was that?
That's not how Mika does it.
Less yapping, more zapping.
[screaming]
I'm okay. How's Twitler?
I think she knocked herself out
but Rick Twitler's still in there.
So what do we do now?
I could shock her harder.
Did someone say, "new plan"?
No.
Mika's at the exercise point, keeping going!
I. Need. Water.
[panting]
[groaning]
[gasping]
What's everyone doing in my room?
Let's go have the best day of our lives.
Hang on. Miles is having a vision.
[screaming]
[fighting]
He must be possessed by Rick Twitler?
Get him! Get him!
Okay. I just had another vision.
Was it about our trip to Dingleland
and how nothing stopped us
from having the best day of our lives?
Not at all.
[chattering]
I have a test that can tell who among us is possessed
- by the Rick Twitler. - Ooh, I love tests.
Great, so much better than Dingleland.
Just need a teeny bit of everyone's blood.
[screaming]
Alright, it's got to come out of your necks. Who's first?
[screaming]
Haha. Down the tubes!
This ice cream's still cold.
He was just here.
Must've just missed him.
Well, let's go to the Man's Nest room and--
Shh. [speaking in a foreign language]
[screaming]
[unintelligible]
Don't!
I've got the results.
So... which one of these kids am I dumping into a trash rocket
and shooting in space?
None of you are possessed.
[cheering]
Schwoz isn't possessed by Twitter either, so...
who is it?
Ray's the one that's possessed by Rick Twitler. Get him!
[chattering]
No. What?
Helper monkey, put down the dry cleaning
and come help me.
[chattering]
He says, "He's just holding it for a friend."
- He's lying. - Helper monkey is Rick Twitler.
That way, that way. He's in here.
Wait, Drex is locked in here?
He was.
Uh-oh.
I'm gonna put you in a prison cell.
[everyone] Oh.
I backed him into a prison cell.
[everyone] Oh.
Oh, that's smart. That's smart.
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 he's gonna somehow implant Rick Twitler's
consciousness inside of it, and reenter the world
as a more powerful version of himself.
You hear that, slow pog?
You know what? This is why I make you live down here.
Don't you say, "Game on".
Game on.
[fighting]
Missed me, too slow.
- Gotcha. - No, you don't.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Where's Drex?
He's taking a nappy wappy poo.
Hi.
Nobody touch those trash rockets!
I spent a lot of time rewiring them
when I possessed Mika.
I think I know what happened to all the trash rockets.
Enjoy space, future dead people.
No way.
We're all ears.
Folks at home would love to hear exactly what your plans are.
Well, first off, I'm gonna tie up the both of you
and then I'm going to use the dish on the roof of KLVY
to access a satellite
that's currently in geosynchronous orbit
above Swellview. That satellite contains remnants
of the living sectioned computer virus.
Even if we do take out that satellite,
who's gonna take out that freaky cyborg,
Rick Twitler?
I am.
That is such a brave move, dude.
You know, i-if you don't make it,
you could end up frozen
and floating through space forever.
I think you mean
"We could end up floating through space forever."
- Wait, what? - You're coming with me?
No, no, no, no, no.
They're gonna make it, right?
Well.
Impact with satellite in one minute.
If I'm going to die, I'm going to die with turkey in my mouth.
You were supposed to be thinking of a way out of this.
I was.
You see, when I was putting on the lips,
it occurred to me that if we put something between us
and the satellite, it will taste better.
What?
I mean... it'll lessen the impact,
Want to be a hero here?
I sure do.
But I don't have to be... because this sandwich happens
to be a double cheeseburger...
and we happen to have two...
indestructible beef patties on board.
- No. - Oh, yes.
[mumbling]
You know what? I'm indestructible!
Bring it on, you stupid satellite!
[screaming]
[chuckles] That could've been way worse.
Oh, dear.
[groaning] Oh, no, you've got me.
Whatever will I do?
Don't look down. It'll just freak ya out.
[screaming]
Where'd you take him?
Uh, he'll be back.
Scotty, might wanna back up a little bit.
[screaming]
That's what I call breaking news.
Breaking news.
The Man's Nest speed has dropped to one brazilian miles per hour.
Yes, focus, focus.
He slowed it down to a half a brazilian miles per hour.
One quarter.
One eighth, an even smaller fraction.
[groaning]
We won.
We... lost.
I am virus.
Welcome back, kiddies.
Don't give up. Keep fighting.
Who is that?
You know who I am.
I'm your cellphone, Chapa.
Come find me!
[screaming]
Did not see that coming.
[screaming]
[groaning] AWOL, Brainstorm.
Where's Shout Out and Volt?
Come on.
Schwoz, we got an emergency here!
I know Brainstorm is exhausted from putting
the Man's Nest back in place.
No, we got to go find Chapa and my sister.
No, Henry's not answering his phone.
I'll call 'em. Henry usually picks up for me.
Please, if Henry's not gonna pick up for me,
he's definitely not gonna pick up--
Hey, what's up, buddy?
This is ridiculous. I'll be right back.
Henry, we gotta bounce.
Uh, yeah, no, I'm kinda in the middle of something
- right now, sorry. - Let's go.
No, no, seriously, don't. Don't. Don't do this right now, man.
No, no. So, hi. How are you?
That's how people are with each other.
Oh, okay, I forgive you. I'm gonna go.
No, you're not gonna go here. You're gonna go somewhere else.
I was in the middle of something.
I don't have time for this!
Hey. My name's Miles. What's yours?
Gemma.
Alright, we're all very impressed.
No, we- we need to be going so, uh--
It's very rude to interrupt people, man.
Okay. Hey, we'll be back. I will be back.
- Hey. Henry. - Hey.
[laughing]
Too busy to take my calls.
[groaning]
I was on a date.
Oh, but you weren't when Bose called.
- That's interesting. - Oh, my God.
Are we really gonna do this right now?
- What are we doing? - You do this every time, man.
What do I do?
It's called healthy communications.
[arguing]
Should we stop them?
I think this is just what they do.
So what's this thing you're building?
Something to call down more of your computer viruses
so you can destroy the internet?
No, I think that one killed the last of my viruses.
- Sorry, I ain't. - That's okay.
Now, that's I'm half robot,
I have a very different take on the internet.
Nah, I'm just gonna teleport around town until I find her--
Hey, she's calling me right now.
Oh, you pick up when she calls. That's [unintelligible]
Tell us your plan, Twitler!
Why are you pointing like that?
I always point like this.
Wait! Why are you suddenly glowing?!
I bet he's drawing internet power.
Because I'm drawing internet power.
- Nice. - Yep. Told ya.
Guys, quiet, I'm trying to listen.
Wow.
I'm a Cuban computer hybrid
so I can absorb and control the internet itself.
These days, everything is connected to the internet.
- Points to the smart one. - Oh.
Once I control the internet, I can control machines,
factories, aircraft carriers, ports, cities, countries.
You'd be able to run the world.
Okay, I tried my best not to touch your hair,
but it's hard not to when you're brainwashing someone.
Ooh. First ones out of the oven.
How we lookin'?
Perfect.
[fighting]
Getting slow, old man.
[fighting]
Can I get in? Hello?
I'm okay.
[fighting]
[screaming]
Shh shh shh.
So it was a trap but why is Mika all evil now?
I don't know but if there's an evil Shout Out,
there's probably an evil--
[groaning]
Boss says bring this one back.
This wasn't part of the deal, Twitler.
You said I could get revenge on Henry Hart. That ain't it!
You'll get him soon enough.
Poor Henry just has something I need.
A foot massage? Pop those bad boys off,
I got you.
[screaming]
A force field.
Okay, here's the plan.
We run the old Tennessee Ham Bowl with an aloha twist.
Yeah, yeah, quick question, though.
What?
Do you know that they can see us?
[screaming]
I'll get 'em.
Please don't hurt me.
Thanks for the lift.
Just try to stay on-- [screaming]
[groaning]
[screaming]
[grunting]
You'd better pick up my calls!
[screaming]
[fighting]
You think this will work?
It's got a reverse button.
[fighting]
[grunting]
[Captain Man] Oh, come on!
[grunting]
Let's him go, Twitler.
We said, "let him go."
[fighting]
This is probably gonna hurt.
[screaming]
[groaning]