The Last Bus (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
[ominous music plays]
[buttons beep]
[machine whirs]
[beeping]
[ominous music intensifies]
[beeping]
[music gets louder]
[electronic whoosh]
[electronic whoosh]
[electronic music plays]
[school bell rings]
The future of artificial intelligence,
and it all started with this.
[Mr. Short] Ah, Alfred. Hmm.
Hmm.
Hang on. Innovation, seven?
For the King Croc sub aqua drone?
I mean,
this thing completely changed
the face of deep-sea rescue.
There's some
frankly offensive inaccuracies.
They should let us write the stats.
That'd be so cool,
and way more accurate.
Nas, I heard a little rumor
going around the message boards that--
Well, hear me out.
Whatever he's launching, today, right,
is gonna make
every single one of these obsolete.
We're talking straight tens.
It's just gossip. I know you
don't like to listen to that…
No, course not.
-But what if it's true?
-Right.
I mean, after this trip, the world
may never be the same again.
Bus can't get here quick enough.
Literally. It's five minutes late.
[school bell rings]
Oh, Mindy.
-Intelligence, zero? That's ridiculous.
-What?
[engine sounds]
[abrupt silence]
[engine sounds]
[abrupt silence]
brakes screech]
[abrupt silence]
[engine sounds]
[tires screech]
[car door opens]
Lucky for him, I've got the
reflexes of a cat that can drive.
What's he doing out in the daytime?
Something must be wrong.
Sophie, he's a spiky ball.
Nothing's hurting him.
[car horn honks]
[playful music plays]
Get him in the car.
-Sure you won't get in trubbs?
-We've talked about "trubbs,"
and I think I've earned a bit of credit
with an emergency stop like that.
Right, Jeff?
[playful music gets louder]
[engine starts]
[car screeches]
I think he's dehydrated.
We need some water.
How can you tell? Not like
he has a range of expressions.
He literally has one, "I'm a hedgehog."
Misha, your lesson was only booked
till 8, so I'd appreciate it--
No backseat driving please, Jeff.
I'm trying to concentrate.
-The bus leaves at 8, right?
-I think so?
Yeah. Loads of time.
[whimpers]
[Sophie] Careful, you're scaring him.
I'm not scared.
-I find it a bit difficult to work--
-Not everything's about you, Jeff.
We have three minutes to catch the bus.
We can either be careful
or we can be quick.
-I vote careful.
-I vote quick.
Overruled, Jeff.
[pop music plays]
[phone rings]
[woman] Can't talk, babe.
No, I'm driving.
Yeah, he's got a science trip.
You know that fella with the robots?
Yeah, he's into all of that, apparently.
Oh, I know. Oh, it's tragic.
No, look I really can't talk.
[alternative music plays]
Get out! She didn't!
[alternative music gets louder]
[abrupt silence]
Hi, Danny.
Hello, Tom's mom.
Daniel, I keep telling you,
you can call me Julie.
-Ooh.
-[Julie laughs]
-Hi, Julie.
-So, off to look at some robots, are you?
Yeah, it's a day off school, innit?
Well, you enjoy yourself.
-Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
-All right.
[children shouting]
Ha! See that?
Hey, Mom, see you later, yeah?
Maybe after--
Hey.
-She's all right, your mom.
-Yes, okay, man.
Skelly, don't you think
Tom's mom's all right?
Yeah, she's more than all right, Tom.
Come on.
Grab it!
Pass it.
♪ That hat is mine
I wear it all the time ♪
♪ You think that you're cool
But you look like a fool, let's go! ♪
♪ So, try it on
I bet you look the bomb ♪
♪ If you make me late to class
I'll stick this hat right up your-- ♪
Enough.
-Please go. It's far too early for improv.
-[playful music plays]
-Love you, Daddy.
-I love you, Bethan.
-Love you, Mr. Conner!
-Get out of my van, Joshua.
Yo, wait up.
-So, I shall see you back here.
-Ten o'clock on the dot.
-Be on time…
-You'll be fine.
-You'll do great…
-If you're not late.
-Don't forget.
-I love you,
but all this rhyming
is gonna throw off my schedule.
-Have fun, darling.
-Bye.
[watch ticks]
[laughs]
Anti-gravity?
Cellular regeneration?
Nanotech? He's Dalton Monkhouse,
what's he gonna do next?
Good morning, sir. How are we, today?
Honestly, Chelsea, not great.
Still on your brother-in-law's sofa?
The bus hasn't shown up yet.
Wait, hang on. How'd you know about that?
Hey there.
I hope you're having a lovely morning.
I am, thank you.
Listen, I hate to be a pain,
but I'm calling from Braelawn Academy.
Yeah. Not yet.
Okay. Just around the corner?
So, it'll only be 25 minutes late.
How old am I?
Old enough to know I'll be expecting
a sizable discount on the invoice.
You take care.
[bus bangs and honks]
[downbeat music plays]
[bus honks]
-[loud bang]
-[gasps]
[car horn honks]
[tires screech]
One minute late!
And that is basically early.
Cheers, Jeff.
Reckon I'm ready for my test, yeah?
[Mr. Short] Right, here they come.
Nice and slow, please. No, don't push.
Excuse me, can we please
just get on the bus…
Steps do not compute.
Ow, my robo-shins.
Get on the bus, please, Josh.
Guys… Excuse me, guys.
Please be careful.
Make your way up to the left.
If there's no space, go upstairs.
[chattering]
[upbeat music plays]
Kiss!
[phone dings]
-I'm sorry, sir.
-It's all right.
I'm not great with long journeys myself.
Try and visualize an ocean,
that's what I do.
Just a calm ocean.
Oh no, that's--
Oh, dear.
Can I just borrow that a sec?
[cheering]
[boy] Oi!
[Chelsea] Okay, guys.
Guys!
In order to stop you being bored,
I have curated and printed off
some brochures for your perusal.
No big deal, I was only up till 2.
You'll find a map of the Green Arena,
some fun trivia about Monkhouse Dynamics
and the winning essay,
handpicked by Dalton Monkhouse himself,
and the reason we get
to attend such a prestigious event.
Round of applause for Nas.
[weak applause]
So, Nas, you're a Dalton Monkhouse stan,
is that fair to say?
That is fair to say, Chelsea. Yes.
What can you tell us about him?
-Here we go.
-Tell me when it's over.
Okay, so Dalton Monkhouse is
the founder of Monkhouse Dynamics.
He's a multi-billionaire,
a renowned environmentalist,
a designer and engineer
of next gen robotics.
He's also the only three-time recipient
of the International Science Award.
He's basically
the coolest guy on the planet.
It's all in the essay.
Gimme that.
"My name is Nas."
"Read my love letter to Dr. Monkhouse
in this handy brochure."
[laughter]
Actually, it's not.
It's not a love letter,
it's actually a thesis
on the intrinsically
disordered tardigrade proteins
and their potential
biostasis applications.
That sounds amazing.
Really? You should give it a read.
Don't worry. I tried to make it as
accessible to the layperson as I could.
[students] Oh.
What did you call me?
Why don't you just leave him alone, Danny?
Everyone, listen up, yeah.
Misha's mate has got something to say.
Go on, Misha's mate.
Not the first time you couldn't get a
girl to talk to you, eh? Daniel.
How are things with Sarah?
Oh, yeah. That's right.
She dumped you.
[students] Oh.
She got tired of holding her nose.
Apparently, it's not only
your personality that stinks.
I got this for you.
[students laugh]
Oh. You can keep that.
I won't be needing it.
Which is, coincidentally,
exactly what Sarah said about you.
Start on her again
and I'll say way worse.
Okay, that's enough. Everyone settle down.
We'll be there in a minute. Stop throwing.
-Mate, don't even worry about it, she's--
-Shut up.
Where's that bra gone?
[Misha] Forget about him.
-What'll we do about--?
-Spikelangelo?
Oh, no, you named him.
We've got a baby to look after now.
-And you love him.
-I wouldn't go that far.
-Give him a kiss.
-Oh, no. Hey!
No!
-Yeah, he's not in there.
-What?
Oh, my gosh. I'm a terrible parent.
[upbeat music plays]
Okay, just wait.
Because we're running a little bit late…
I know. For the last leg of our journey,
we're gonna be traveling in style.
No offense.
So everyone off!
One at a time. Off you get. Slowly.
Yeah, one at a time. Don't…
Yes. Give me some…
Elbow in the face. Thank you.
Yes!
Oh.
Found my lunch.
I'm sorry if there's
some sick on the seat.
How about that?
What do you think, Tom?
-It's all right, sir.
-Yeah.
Danny? What do you think of that?
Did you know… Excuse me!
…Dalton Monkhouse built his first domestic
robot when he was only nine years old?
-Anyone tell me what it was called?
-Alfred!
Nice one, Nas.
Okay, what about the robot called Percy?
What did that one do?
It was a gardener!
To help his mom plant the daffodils.
Well done again, Nas.
Maybe let someone else have a go. Just…
give people a chance.
Okay, what about this one?
What did Monkhouse call
his revolutionary AI network
that allowed 75 drones
to perform a synchronized light show
at this year's Green Live concert?
-Family--
-No, sorry, Nas. Anyone else?
Kin Chip.
Huh?
He called it the Kin Chip Network.
Get Tom doing the reading.
Right you are, mate. Can I get a bump?
I was gonna say Kin Chip.
I was gonna say that.
It's okay not to know everything, champ.
Nobody does.
[electronic whir]
[crowd gasps]
Hi, I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
[applause]
Hand your phones in. You'll get
them back after the presentation.
[Monkhouse hologram] I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
So Nas doesn't know everything.
Least I know more than you.
Don't know more than Tom, though, do you?
Yeah, I do.
You hear that, Tom?
Gonna let him chat like that about you?
-I'm not bothered, mate.
-No.
I wouldn't have that, you know?
You can't let him do that.
You've gotta do something.
Bro.
You can't let him do that, bro.
Hey, that's my stuff!
Watch your mouth, yeah?
Pro tip from someone who's been there.
Not everyone shares
your enthusiasm for this stuff.
-So, maybe dial it down a bit.
-Dial "it" down?
What's "it"?
You know, your interests and passions.
The things that make me me?
Kind of?
"Sophie Roman. Sisterly advice, zero."
-Hey, Mom told me to look out for you.
-I don't need looking out for!
How'd that go? Good?
'Cause we've got a hedgehog to liberate.
[ominous music plays]
[electronic whirring]
[Monkhouse hologram] Hi,
I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
This is only the beginning.
Tomorrow will be better, believe me.
[ominous music intensifies]
[electronic buzz]
[eerie music plays]
[ominous music plays]
-He's gonna get himself in trubbs.
- Please stop saying "trubbs."
New plan. You get Nas,
I'll take care of Spikelangelo.
[ominous music intensifies]
[whispering] Nas?
Nas?
[electronic beeping]
[birds chirp]
[funky music plays]
Careful out there.
I swear, if you give me fleas,
I will punt you over that hedge.
Enjoy paradise, son.
[ominous music plays]
[footsteps sound]
You lost one?
-He lost one.
-Technically, it lost itself.
-You dropped it on the floor--
-Would you shut… Just shut up.
[stage manager] Two minutes.
All stage crews to positions.
Just… get to positions.
We are not messing up
the life's work of Dalton Monkhouse
while the world is watching, okay?
[stage manager] One minute, everyone.
Heroes on stage.
Last looks, see you on the other side.
[pop music plays]
[whispering] Nas?
Nas?
[pop music plays]
[event narrator] The world
can be a dark place,
but one man can bring the light.
That man's name is
Dalton Monkhouse.
[cheering and applause]
Thank you.
Thank… No, thank you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
And I am so sorry that I cannot
be there with you in person today,
but I am with you all in digital spirit.
That's right, thanks to Monkhouse
Dynamics' Holo-sapiens technology,
I have finally achieved omnipresence.
Hello, Rio.
Hello, Tokyo.
Hello, Mumbai.
Hello, humanity.
And hello, planet Earth.
[electronic sound]
Beautiful, isn't she?
Well,
take a good look,
because it might be your last.
What?
The world is doomed?
But we all use paper straws
instead of plastic in our milkshakes now.
Is that not enough?
Ah. Stop it! Pay attention.
Watching you.
Watch the presentation, please!
You know,
I've gotta say that after 20 years
of cleaning plastic out of the ocean,
fertilizing arid land,
repopulating endangered species…
You're welcome, by the way.
…I had a revelation.
Pollution.
Deforestation.
Hunting species to extinction.
So, who does all of that?
You do.
That's right.
You people can't solve
the planet's problem
because the planet's problem is people.
So, whose fault is it, really,
that the world
is on the brink of destruction?
It's my fault.
I expected too much of you.
I mean, you're only human.
You've done all you can. You really have.
But I haven't.
So I started thinking.
If I had a magic lamp,
what would I wish for?
Well, clean up the environment,
end climate change,
bring about world peace?
No, come on.
No, there's no way
that you can achieve
all of that in one fell swoop.
Is there?
Well, there wasn't.
Until now.
Friends, humans, Earth people,
I give you
the Monkhouse Dynamics Genie Orb!
[twinkly music plays]
[electronics whir]
Here they come.
Little cheeky.
"Why genie?" I hear you ask.
Well, because our wish is their command.
You want to put a stop to climate change?
Done.
You want to clean up the planet?
No problem.
You want to bring about world peace?
Oh, go on then.
Now, I know what you're all thinking.
"How could these little things
do all of that, Dalton?"
And the answer is, with your help.
Now, I need you to do
something for me, okay?
All I need you to do is just…
look into the light.
[crowd gasps]
That's it.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Just let it in.
Let it wash over you.
That warm, healing glow. Just let it in.
Just look into the light.
That's it.
Nas!
[electronic whir]
What was that?
That was you interrupting what might
have been the first meaningful contact
between man and machine.
Oh. Sorry.
It was incredible.
Like it was reaching out
to me somehow.
A connection.
[Monkhouse hologram] Hear the sound
of my voice.
Just look into the light.
[electronic music plays]
Trust me,
and believe me when I say
that I am sending you all
to a better place.
[angelic music plays]
[electronic zapping]
[crowd screams]
[upbeat music plays]
[buttons beep]
[machine whirs]
[beeping]
[ominous music intensifies]
[beeping]
[music gets louder]
[electronic whoosh]
[electronic whoosh]
[electronic music plays]
[school bell rings]
The future of artificial intelligence,
and it all started with this.
[Mr. Short] Ah, Alfred. Hmm.
Hmm.
Hang on. Innovation, seven?
For the King Croc sub aqua drone?
I mean,
this thing completely changed
the face of deep-sea rescue.
There's some
frankly offensive inaccuracies.
They should let us write the stats.
That'd be so cool,
and way more accurate.
Nas, I heard a little rumor
going around the message boards that--
Well, hear me out.
Whatever he's launching, today, right,
is gonna make
every single one of these obsolete.
We're talking straight tens.
It's just gossip. I know you
don't like to listen to that…
No, course not.
-But what if it's true?
-Right.
I mean, after this trip, the world
may never be the same again.
Bus can't get here quick enough.
Literally. It's five minutes late.
[school bell rings]
Oh, Mindy.
-Intelligence, zero? That's ridiculous.
-What?
[engine sounds]
[abrupt silence]
[engine sounds]
[abrupt silence]
brakes screech]
[abrupt silence]
[engine sounds]
[tires screech]
[car door opens]
Lucky for him, I've got the
reflexes of a cat that can drive.
What's he doing out in the daytime?
Something must be wrong.
Sophie, he's a spiky ball.
Nothing's hurting him.
[car horn honks]
[playful music plays]
Get him in the car.
-Sure you won't get in trubbs?
-We've talked about "trubbs,"
and I think I've earned a bit of credit
with an emergency stop like that.
Right, Jeff?
[playful music gets louder]
[engine starts]
[car screeches]
I think he's dehydrated.
We need some water.
How can you tell? Not like
he has a range of expressions.
He literally has one, "I'm a hedgehog."
Misha, your lesson was only booked
till 8, so I'd appreciate it--
No backseat driving please, Jeff.
I'm trying to concentrate.
-The bus leaves at 8, right?
-I think so?
Yeah. Loads of time.
[whimpers]
[Sophie] Careful, you're scaring him.
I'm not scared.
-I find it a bit difficult to work--
-Not everything's about you, Jeff.
We have three minutes to catch the bus.
We can either be careful
or we can be quick.
-I vote careful.
-I vote quick.
Overruled, Jeff.
[pop music plays]
[phone rings]
[woman] Can't talk, babe.
No, I'm driving.
Yeah, he's got a science trip.
You know that fella with the robots?
Yeah, he's into all of that, apparently.
Oh, I know. Oh, it's tragic.
No, look I really can't talk.
[alternative music plays]
Get out! She didn't!
[alternative music gets louder]
[abrupt silence]
Hi, Danny.
Hello, Tom's mom.
Daniel, I keep telling you,
you can call me Julie.
-Ooh.
-[Julie laughs]
-Hi, Julie.
-So, off to look at some robots, are you?
Yeah, it's a day off school, innit?
Well, you enjoy yourself.
-Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
-All right.
[children shouting]
Ha! See that?
Hey, Mom, see you later, yeah?
Maybe after--
Hey.
-She's all right, your mom.
-Yes, okay, man.
Skelly, don't you think
Tom's mom's all right?
Yeah, she's more than all right, Tom.
Come on.
Grab it!
Pass it.
♪ That hat is mine
I wear it all the time ♪
♪ You think that you're cool
But you look like a fool, let's go! ♪
♪ So, try it on
I bet you look the bomb ♪
♪ If you make me late to class
I'll stick this hat right up your-- ♪
Enough.
-Please go. It's far too early for improv.
-[playful music plays]
-Love you, Daddy.
-I love you, Bethan.
-Love you, Mr. Conner!
-Get out of my van, Joshua.
Yo, wait up.
-So, I shall see you back here.
-Ten o'clock on the dot.
-Be on time…
-You'll be fine.
-You'll do great…
-If you're not late.
-Don't forget.
-I love you,
but all this rhyming
is gonna throw off my schedule.
-Have fun, darling.
-Bye.
[watch ticks]
[laughs]
Anti-gravity?
Cellular regeneration?
Nanotech? He's Dalton Monkhouse,
what's he gonna do next?
Good morning, sir. How are we, today?
Honestly, Chelsea, not great.
Still on your brother-in-law's sofa?
The bus hasn't shown up yet.
Wait, hang on. How'd you know about that?
Hey there.
I hope you're having a lovely morning.
I am, thank you.
Listen, I hate to be a pain,
but I'm calling from Braelawn Academy.
Yeah. Not yet.
Okay. Just around the corner?
So, it'll only be 25 minutes late.
How old am I?
Old enough to know I'll be expecting
a sizable discount on the invoice.
You take care.
[bus bangs and honks]
[downbeat music plays]
[bus honks]
-[loud bang]
-[gasps]
[car horn honks]
[tires screech]
One minute late!
And that is basically early.
Cheers, Jeff.
Reckon I'm ready for my test, yeah?
[Mr. Short] Right, here they come.
Nice and slow, please. No, don't push.
Excuse me, can we please
just get on the bus…
Steps do not compute.
Ow, my robo-shins.
Get on the bus, please, Josh.
Guys… Excuse me, guys.
Please be careful.
Make your way up to the left.
If there's no space, go upstairs.
[chattering]
[upbeat music plays]
Kiss!
[phone dings]
-I'm sorry, sir.
-It's all right.
I'm not great with long journeys myself.
Try and visualize an ocean,
that's what I do.
Just a calm ocean.
Oh no, that's--
Oh, dear.
Can I just borrow that a sec?
[cheering]
[boy] Oi!
[Chelsea] Okay, guys.
Guys!
In order to stop you being bored,
I have curated and printed off
some brochures for your perusal.
No big deal, I was only up till 2.
You'll find a map of the Green Arena,
some fun trivia about Monkhouse Dynamics
and the winning essay,
handpicked by Dalton Monkhouse himself,
and the reason we get
to attend such a prestigious event.
Round of applause for Nas.
[weak applause]
So, Nas, you're a Dalton Monkhouse stan,
is that fair to say?
That is fair to say, Chelsea. Yes.
What can you tell us about him?
-Here we go.
-Tell me when it's over.
Okay, so Dalton Monkhouse is
the founder of Monkhouse Dynamics.
He's a multi-billionaire,
a renowned environmentalist,
a designer and engineer
of next gen robotics.
He's also the only three-time recipient
of the International Science Award.
He's basically
the coolest guy on the planet.
It's all in the essay.
Gimme that.
"My name is Nas."
"Read my love letter to Dr. Monkhouse
in this handy brochure."
[laughter]
Actually, it's not.
It's not a love letter,
it's actually a thesis
on the intrinsically
disordered tardigrade proteins
and their potential
biostasis applications.
That sounds amazing.
Really? You should give it a read.
Don't worry. I tried to make it as
accessible to the layperson as I could.
[students] Oh.
What did you call me?
Why don't you just leave him alone, Danny?
Everyone, listen up, yeah.
Misha's mate has got something to say.
Go on, Misha's mate.
Not the first time you couldn't get a
girl to talk to you, eh? Daniel.
How are things with Sarah?
Oh, yeah. That's right.
She dumped you.
[students] Oh.
She got tired of holding her nose.
Apparently, it's not only
your personality that stinks.
I got this for you.
[students laugh]
Oh. You can keep that.
I won't be needing it.
Which is, coincidentally,
exactly what Sarah said about you.
Start on her again
and I'll say way worse.
Okay, that's enough. Everyone settle down.
We'll be there in a minute. Stop throwing.
-Mate, don't even worry about it, she's--
-Shut up.
Where's that bra gone?
[Misha] Forget about him.
-What'll we do about--?
-Spikelangelo?
Oh, no, you named him.
We've got a baby to look after now.
-And you love him.
-I wouldn't go that far.
-Give him a kiss.
-Oh, no. Hey!
No!
-Yeah, he's not in there.
-What?
Oh, my gosh. I'm a terrible parent.
[upbeat music plays]
Okay, just wait.
Because we're running a little bit late…
I know. For the last leg of our journey,
we're gonna be traveling in style.
No offense.
So everyone off!
One at a time. Off you get. Slowly.
Yeah, one at a time. Don't…
Yes. Give me some…
Elbow in the face. Thank you.
Yes!
Oh.
Found my lunch.
I'm sorry if there's
some sick on the seat.
How about that?
What do you think, Tom?
-It's all right, sir.
-Yeah.
Danny? What do you think of that?
Did you know… Excuse me!
…Dalton Monkhouse built his first domestic
robot when he was only nine years old?
-Anyone tell me what it was called?
-Alfred!
Nice one, Nas.
Okay, what about the robot called Percy?
What did that one do?
It was a gardener!
To help his mom plant the daffodils.
Well done again, Nas.
Maybe let someone else have a go. Just…
give people a chance.
Okay, what about this one?
What did Monkhouse call
his revolutionary AI network
that allowed 75 drones
to perform a synchronized light show
at this year's Green Live concert?
-Family--
-No, sorry, Nas. Anyone else?
Kin Chip.
Huh?
He called it the Kin Chip Network.
Get Tom doing the reading.
Right you are, mate. Can I get a bump?
I was gonna say Kin Chip.
I was gonna say that.
It's okay not to know everything, champ.
Nobody does.
[electronic whir]
[crowd gasps]
Hi, I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
[applause]
Hand your phones in. You'll get
them back after the presentation.
[Monkhouse hologram] I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
So Nas doesn't know everything.
Least I know more than you.
Don't know more than Tom, though, do you?
Yeah, I do.
You hear that, Tom?
Gonna let him chat like that about you?
-I'm not bothered, mate.
-No.
I wouldn't have that, you know?
You can't let him do that.
You've gotta do something.
Bro.
You can't let him do that, bro.
Hey, that's my stuff!
Watch your mouth, yeah?
Pro tip from someone who's been there.
Not everyone shares
your enthusiasm for this stuff.
-So, maybe dial it down a bit.
-Dial "it" down?
What's "it"?
You know, your interests and passions.
The things that make me me?
Kind of?
"Sophie Roman. Sisterly advice, zero."
-Hey, Mom told me to look out for you.
-I don't need looking out for!
How'd that go? Good?
'Cause we've got a hedgehog to liberate.
[ominous music plays]
[electronic whirring]
[Monkhouse hologram] Hi,
I'm Dalton Monkhouse.
Welcome to the Green Arena
and welcome to the future!
This is only the beginning.
Tomorrow will be better, believe me.
[ominous music intensifies]
[electronic buzz]
[eerie music plays]
[ominous music plays]
-He's gonna get himself in trubbs.
- Please stop saying "trubbs."
New plan. You get Nas,
I'll take care of Spikelangelo.
[ominous music intensifies]
[whispering] Nas?
Nas?
[electronic beeping]
[birds chirp]
[funky music plays]
Careful out there.
I swear, if you give me fleas,
I will punt you over that hedge.
Enjoy paradise, son.
[ominous music plays]
[footsteps sound]
You lost one?
-He lost one.
-Technically, it lost itself.
-You dropped it on the floor--
-Would you shut… Just shut up.
[stage manager] Two minutes.
All stage crews to positions.
Just… get to positions.
We are not messing up
the life's work of Dalton Monkhouse
while the world is watching, okay?
[stage manager] One minute, everyone.
Heroes on stage.
Last looks, see you on the other side.
[pop music plays]
[whispering] Nas?
Nas?
[pop music plays]
[event narrator] The world
can be a dark place,
but one man can bring the light.
That man's name is
Dalton Monkhouse.
[cheering and applause]
Thank you.
Thank… No, thank you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
And I am so sorry that I cannot
be there with you in person today,
but I am with you all in digital spirit.
That's right, thanks to Monkhouse
Dynamics' Holo-sapiens technology,
I have finally achieved omnipresence.
Hello, Rio.
Hello, Tokyo.
Hello, Mumbai.
Hello, humanity.
And hello, planet Earth.
[electronic sound]
Beautiful, isn't she?
Well,
take a good look,
because it might be your last.
What?
The world is doomed?
But we all use paper straws
instead of plastic in our milkshakes now.
Is that not enough?
Ah. Stop it! Pay attention.
Watching you.
Watch the presentation, please!
You know,
I've gotta say that after 20 years
of cleaning plastic out of the ocean,
fertilizing arid land,
repopulating endangered species…
You're welcome, by the way.
…I had a revelation.
Pollution.
Deforestation.
Hunting species to extinction.
So, who does all of that?
You do.
That's right.
You people can't solve
the planet's problem
because the planet's problem is people.
So, whose fault is it, really,
that the world
is on the brink of destruction?
It's my fault.
I expected too much of you.
I mean, you're only human.
You've done all you can. You really have.
But I haven't.
So I started thinking.
If I had a magic lamp,
what would I wish for?
Well, clean up the environment,
end climate change,
bring about world peace?
No, come on.
No, there's no way
that you can achieve
all of that in one fell swoop.
Is there?
Well, there wasn't.
Until now.
Friends, humans, Earth people,
I give you
the Monkhouse Dynamics Genie Orb!
[twinkly music plays]
[electronics whir]
Here they come.
Little cheeky.
"Why genie?" I hear you ask.
Well, because our wish is their command.
You want to put a stop to climate change?
Done.
You want to clean up the planet?
No problem.
You want to bring about world peace?
Oh, go on then.
Now, I know what you're all thinking.
"How could these little things
do all of that, Dalton?"
And the answer is, with your help.
Now, I need you to do
something for me, okay?
All I need you to do is just…
look into the light.
[crowd gasps]
That's it.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Just let it in.
Let it wash over you.
That warm, healing glow. Just let it in.
Just look into the light.
That's it.
Nas!
[electronic whir]
What was that?
That was you interrupting what might
have been the first meaningful contact
between man and machine.
Oh. Sorry.
It was incredible.
Like it was reaching out
to me somehow.
A connection.
[Monkhouse hologram] Hear the sound
of my voice.
Just look into the light.
[electronic music plays]
Trust me,
and believe me when I say
that I am sending you all
to a better place.
[angelic music plays]
[electronic zapping]
[crowd screams]
[upbeat music plays]