Mars Needs Moms (2011) - full transcript
On Mars, the female babies are nursed by robots while the male babies are dumped in the junkyard under the command of Supervisor. They research Earth and finds that the boy Milo is raised by his Mom with love and discipline. The Martians come to Earth and abduct Mom, to use her brain to instruct the robots about how to raise children. However, Milo sneaks into the spaceship and comes to Mars. He meets Gribble, a young man that behaves like a child and together with the hippie Martian Ki and Gribble's friend Wingnut, they try to rescue Mom and bring her back to Earth. But Supervisor will give her best efforts to stop Milo and his friends.
[beeping]
[man on TV, echoing]
NASA scientists are excited
over recent findings
by the Mars Rover of
fossilized organic compounds
on the surface
that indicate at some time
in the past there may have
been life on the Red Planet.
[rumbling]
[whimpers]
[snarls]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian,
chuckles]
[beeping]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian]
[alarm blares]
[speaking Martian]
[chuckles]
[woman] Thank you.
Was it really that hard?
[boy] Every day
with the trash!
What is the big deal?
Well, can you imagine what
the world would look like
if nobody took out the trash?
Yeah, it would
be awesome.
[woman] And speaking
of trash,
have you cleaned
your room yet?
And don't forget
to shut the door.
[vacuum cleaner whirring]
[door slams]
[telephone rings]
Milo, sweetie,
can you get that?
I have to do everything
around here.
[phone rings]
Stromboli's Slave Shack,
captive 331 speaking.
[man] Hey, stinker.
Dad!
Hey, are you almost home?
Because, listen,
the movie starts at five,
and then it starts again
at seven, and I...
Hold on, hold on.
Slow down. Slow down.
I don't think I'm gonna
make it back in time.
Well, you can't
miss the beginning.
That's when the vampires
take over the submarine...
No, I know. I know.
But... looks like
my flight's canceled.
And no one's flying
till this weather lets up.
I'm really sorry, Milo.
I'll make it home
as soon as I can.
I love you.
OK.
Bye.
Hi, honey.
What's up?
Stuck at the airport.
Aw, that's too bad.
Milo was really
looking forward to...
I was really
looking forward
to taking him.
Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.
Well, maybe if he
finishes all his dinner
he could watch
Zombie Dawn III
on pay-per-view.
[gasps] Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
You didn't eat
your broccoli.
[scoffs] Broccoli
makes me barf.
Besides, it looks
like brains.
Well, you like zombies.
Zombies eat brains.
Mom, no one likes zombies.
They're an abomination.
I'm committed
to their annihilation.
OK. Well,
no broccoli, no TV.
[cat meows]
[cat purring]
[cat moans, retches]
[vomiting]
Oh!
Milo!
Come over here.
Is that broccoli?
No. That's vomit,
but I understand
the confusion.
I thought I told you
to eat that.
Well, you're not gonna
make me eat it now,
are you?
Go to bed.
But you said
I could watch...
No.
That was before
you lied to me
and poisoned the cat!
That broccoli
was poisonous?
No!
Of course the broccoli
wasn't poisonous.
Well, you just
said that...
No!
I meant that
it's poisonous
to the cat.
Well, how can it
be good for me if
it's poisonous to the cat?
Because cats are
not supposed to
eat vegetables.
Maybe I'm not
supposed to eat vegetables.
Milo!
Just go to bed.
Now.
[thumping]
I thought I told you
to go to bed!
You told me to go to bed.
You didn't say
get into bed.
It's not specific.
Milo!
My life would be
so much better if I didn't
have to be a nagging mom.
Yeah, well, my life
would be so much better
if I didn't
have a mom at all.
Cujo. Wake up.
I can't sleep.
I shouldn't have said
what I said, should I?
It wasn't
a good thing to say.
I feel really bad
about it.
I should go tell her
I'm sorry.
Right? I'm gonna go
tell her I'm sorry.
Right now.
Mom? Are you still up?
'Cause I wanted
to tell you that...
[air hissing]
Mom?
[soft whirring]
Mom?
[Mom softly] Milo...?
[whooshing sound]
Mom?
Mom!
[grunts]
[grunting]
[shouts] Mom!
[grunts]
Mom?
Mom!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Mom!
[ship begins to power up]
Let me go! [grunts]
Hey! I'm...
I'm caught in here!
Let me...
Wow! I'm in a spaceship!
[straining]
This is so cool!
[clanking]
[mechanical whirring]
[speaking Martian]
[both speaking Martian]
[older Martian shouts]
[speaks Martian]
[shouts in Martian]
[Martians chattering]
[speaks Martian]
[panting]
[grunting]
Did I get super powers?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Hello?
What's going on?
Whoa! Ah! [grunts]
[banging]
[grunting]
Low gravity! Oh!
Keep it together!
[grunts]
[man on intercom] Jump down
chute number three.
What? Who's there?
[man] Hey, keep it quiet,
and jump down
chute number three!
You want me to
jump in there?
[stammers] Why?
[Martians shouting]
[man] Jump down
chute number three!
[weapons powering up]
[man] Just jump down
the chute!
[man] Relax, it's like...
a water slide...
...without the water!
Or the slide.
[screaming]
[grunting]
[Milo] A world of trash!
It is awesome.
[shouts]
Zombies!
[all making guttural sounds]
Don't come any closer!
I'm warning you!
I know karate!
Well, at least
on the Wii.
No! I don't... I don't...
I don't want any trouble.
I'm just... I'm just
trying to find my mom.
I want to find my mom.
[Martians imitating] Mom?
Don't you understand?
My mom.
[Martians] Mom? Mom!
Yeah, my mom.
No, my mom.
She's the one
that feeds me.
She feeds me...
[Martians] Feem? Feem?
[Milo] Yeah, my mom.
She feeds me.
[all chattering]
No, no, she... she...
she washes my clothes.
She washes my clothes.
You know, my...
[chattering continues]
No, my...
No, she... she...
My mom.
She vacuums the house.
You know,
she vacuums the house.
Va-oom. Vaca-oom.
[Milo] Yeah,
she's the one...
[all] Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
No. No. No, that's not it.
Stop. No! My... my mom.
She's the one that...
She tucks me in at night.
[stammers]
She tucks me in?
My mom?
[all] Aww...
Can you... can you...?
[all howling]
No. No!
No, you can't...
What are you doing?!
Let go of me!
[Martians gasp, scream]
[Milo grunting]
[animal buzzing]
[screaming]
[man on radio]
OK. All right.
Chill out, Chachi.
You seriously don't want
to get dropped right now.
You!
You sent me down
a trash chute, you jerk!
[man laughs] Yeah.
Sit back, relax
and enjoy the ride.
Prepare to disembark
the aircraft.
Let him down easy,
TwoCat.
[grunts]
[makes mechanical sounds]
[panting]
[grunts]
Ah!
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[arcade games play music]
Hello?
[man] You like
video games, man?
Check it out.
Space flight simulator.
I programmed it
from the manual,
so it's just
like the real thing.
[mimics Darth Vader
breathing through helmet]
I'm just messing with you.
[laughs] Hey, brother!
Yeah.
You're not a Martian.
You're a kid.
Man, it's been so long since
I've seen another kid.
Whoa!
Hey!
I'm excited, too, buddy.
My name is Gribble.
Gribble the First.
What's your handle?
No, wait, let me guess.
Maverick.
No.
Wolfman?
[Milo] No.
Iceman.
No.
Did you see Top Gun?
It's Milo.
Milo. How low
can you go, Milo?
How 'bout I call
you "My Bro?" Check it.
[mimics crashing sound]
You're a person...
...from Earth!
Sh! Shut up!
What, are you crazy?
I'm part of Ronald Reagan's
secret astronaut program.
The Secronauts.
You might have
heard of us.
We're here to stop the threat
of interplanetary Communism
throughout the galaxy.
Why else do you think
they call it
"the Red Planet"?
[makes beeping sounds]
[laughs] I do
crazy stuff like that
all the time, man.
You're gonna have
so much fun here. Whoa!
[rumbling]
Whoo! It's wobbly
and shaky here.
Ooh! Come on!
[shouts]
I wanna
show you something.
You gotta move pretty fast
to keep up with me, buddy.
Wait.
[Gribble] Come on down!
[grunts]
[Gribble] Hey,
check my room out, bro!
Whoa!
Whoa! Oh, man.
You're not used to the
low gravity yet, huh?
OK, OK, OK.
Don't worry, man.
I can totally fix that.
I can fix anything.
There we go.
I got an extra.
Listen,
I just wanna try
and find my mom.
This'll hold you down.
What is it?
Right here. OK?
I'm gonna patent it, call it
the Gribblemeister 3000.
It's working, right?
[chuckles] That's awesome.
Ooh! I wanna show you
something cool.
What?
Hold on tight.
Banzai!
[grunts, whimpers]
[Gribble] The weight belt
helping you?
[beeping sounds]
Check this out, man.
They're trying to figure out
how you escaped. Watch this.
[imitates Southern drawl]
Oh, my word!
I cannot get out!
Help me!
[laughs]
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Watch this, watch this,
watch this. Bing!
[Martians shouting]
[Gribble laughs]
You wanna hear
what they're saying?
Sure you do.
Wait. Gribble,
I wanna find my mom.
TwoCat!
That is disgusting.
Here we go.
[stammers]
What is that?
That's a translator.
Wait. Ow!
[Martian 1]
Supervisor not likee.
[Martian 2]
Getting off me,
you Martian!
Unauthorized dogpile!
"Unauthorized dogpile?"
I know. They say that
all the time.
Come with me, man.
This is so cool.
[Gribble]
Hey! Come on in.
[animal squeaks]
Huh? What do
you think, bro? Huh?
About what?
About the room, bud.
It's for you, man.
What do you think?
For me?
Oh, don't mind this guy.
I just tried to train him
to be like my wingman,
you know, but he's useless.
It's more like
a wing nut. [laughs]
Oh, gosh. [spits]
I'm gonna
get rid of him.
But forget it, man.
That's all history.
'Cause I got you now!
Me?
Yeah.
What are you
talking about?
I'm talking about
you and me, bro.
Best buds
hanging out forever.
Playing video games all day,
watching TV all night.
There's no such thing
as too much TV, man.
Mom?
Oh, yeah.
Maybe there is such
a thing as too much TV.
No. Wait.
Hey, come on.
I wanna show you
something in here, buddy.
What are they saying?
[Martian 1] Subject
will be terminating.
Oh-four, oh-three...
"Terminating."
Terminating?
Terminating.
I love that movie.
Hey, you know what?
Let's go. I wanna show
you something cool, dude.
No, wait. Gribble,
what's going on?
I don't wanna tell ya,
and you can't make me. OK?
Just forget about it.
No, Gribble, tell me.
Please!
System overload!
System overload!
Tell me!
[shrieks] Help! Hey!
Tell me!
Oh, my...
Get... Uncle! Get off!
[panting]
Chafe-y.
All right.
All right,
I'll tell you.
Fact is...
...Mars needs moms.
What the heck
does that mean?
[video rewinding]
[Gribble]
These are hatchlings.
They are, uh,
baby Martians,
and they pop out
of the ground,
like potatoes,
every 25 years or so.
And, um, the Martians,
they're terrible
at mothering,
which is ironic,
really,
since the ones
running the place upstairs,
they're all female.
Can you get
to the point?
I... All right.
What they are good at
is building robots, right?
So they build
these Nanny-bots
to raise the girls.
And each Nanny-bot
gets one kid to raise,
and then it's toast.
[laughs] It can't be
reused after that.
Who knew mothering
was so hard, huh?
[laughs]
"Hard?"
So why did they
take my mom?
OK. They have to
program the Nanny-bots
each time, right?
So... they find someone
who is really good at
controlling their own kid.
[Milo] Hey,
that's my house.
And that's me!
Are these my mom's
memories?
[Gribble] Yeah.
You see, all these
Martians care about
is order and discipline.
[laughs]
What was that one about?
Just tell me
what they're gonna
do to my mom.
All right.
[beeping]
Right up there.
You see, they have this
memory extraction machine.
It takes the discipline
out of the mom
and it puts it
into the Nanny-bots.
It works on some kind of
solar-wind focusing system.
And when
the sun rises...
...they extract what
they need to program
the Nanny-bots,
and that's it. OK?
That's it.
Wha... Wait.
So my mom is gonna
lose all her memories?
Yeah, something like that.
No, that...
that can't happen.
We've gotta save her!
Well, that's impossible,
so, like, get over it
and, like, move on.
But we've gotta try.
We've gotta try!
This, my friend,
is a Martian wristwatch.
You see the bars here?
Counts down to sunrise.
So you must have about
6.93 Earth hours left.
Less than seven hours?
That's all?
Let's say that,
for the sake of argument,
that we do, we disguise you.
And, uh, we use all
this awesome spy gear
to guide you
up to the surface.
Those Martians, man, they...
They're gonna spot you.
They're gonna chase you
and shoot at you
and... and... and...
Wait a minute.
I think it's
a brilliant idea.
But you just said
they're gonna shoot at me.
What? Oh, hey.
What you talking about,
"shoot"? "Shoot?"
That's crazy talk.
That's what you said.
[Gribble laughs]
Who said that?
Someone say he's
gonna shoot at him?
What are you
talking about, brother?
No one's shooting
at anybody.
Don't even sweat it.
You trust me.
This is gonna be great.
[laughs]
No, you know what?
As a matter of fact,
this is gonna be...
...Gribbletastic.
[laughs] Yeah!
I don't know, Gribble.
Are you sure this is
gonna work?
[Gribble on microphone]
Yeah, dude.
It's gonna be awesome.
That disguise
totally rocks.
Trust me,
you're gonna
blend right in.
Even the SISS
won't spot you.
The SISS?
What's the SISS?
[Gribble] Oh, yeah,
I forgot to mention them.
They're the Supervisor's
Secret Security.
They're the ones
in the black uniforms. Um...
But I'll take care
of them, man.
Don't worry about it.
[Milo] Anything else you
"forgot to mention"?
What? No.
What're you...? Me?
Dude, honest Injun, man.
We're in this together.
[whispers]
Once he gets up top,
he's gonna
give himself away.
They're gonna chase him
halfway around Mars,
and I'm gonna save his butt.
And he's gonna
be so totally grateful.
It's gonna be so cool.
Give me a break.
OK, OK. So,
it's a... it's a fib,
but it's for
his own good, man.
After this,
he'll stay down here,
where... where it's safe.
[Martians chattering
indistinctly]
[Gribble] OK, go ahead.
[Martians chattering
in distance]
[Gribble] Dude,
you march like a girl!
Which is kind of perfect.
There's that bleached-prune
lady again. Who is that?
[Gribble] That's the
Supervisor. She's like
the school lunch lady,
only with the power
to execute you on sight.
Man, Mars needs Botox.
[Gribble] Don't mess
with her. She runs
everything around here.
Gribble,
are you seeing this?
[Gribble] Yeah, man.
Those tags are so cool.
I don't know who does 'em,
but the Supervisor hates 'em.
Oh, hey,
look sharp, man.
You see that
tall building up ahead?
That's the Citadel.
Your mom's up
at the top.
You get up there
and get your mom.
I am gonna
program the ship
and make it repeat
its last Earth mission,
and then, boom!
You're through the wormhole
and home in time
for Pop-Tarts. OK? Easy.
[whispers] Psst!
TwoCat, this is it, man.
They're gonna
spot him here
for sure.
[laughs]
Stop it. Don't look
at me like that.
I'm gonna
take care of him.
[exhales in frustration]
Check it out, all right?
When he gets to
the checkpoint gate,
he's gonna
trigger the alarm,
the guards'll close in,
I'm gonna press this button.
The cleaning hatch is gonna
open, gonna drop down
to the maintenance floor,
where he can escape
down the trash chute.
See? It's very simple.
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] OK.
It'll all be fine.
But, uh, if anything,
you know, weird
or unexpected happens,
uh, just run
like crazy, OK?
[alarm blares]
[gasps]
[shouting in Martian]
You see?
Totally in
my control. Boop.
I pushed the wrong one.
Oh, my gosh!
Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no!
[squeaks]
Gribble, where are
they taking me?
[Gribble] OK,
just give me a minute.
Don't have
an aneurysm. Um...
Oh, man, OK,
you're going up,
and that's not good.
[Milo] I thought
I wanted to go up.
[Gribble]
Well, yes and no.
This is a very,
very bad up.
[beeping]
Um... OK, OK, OK...
uh, don't panic.
Get ready.
For what?
[muffled shouting]
How about running,
for starters?
Go, go, go, go!
And he's off!
Yes! Finally.
Gribble!
Which way now?
[Gribble]
Dang, I'm good!
Gribble!
[rapping]
Gribble! Stop being
such an idiot
and tell me which way!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did you just call me
an idiot?
Which way?
I'm lost here!
[Gribble] No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.
I think that you
have to apologize now.
Gribble!
I'm waiting.
All right, all right,
I'm sorry!
[Gribble]
Apology accepted.
Go left.
No, no, no, no,
not that left!
Not that left,
not that left!
Back up, man!
[alarm sounds in helmet]
Turn it down, Gribble!
TwoCat,
turn off your alarm!
What is going on here?
TwoCat?
Oh, no. Mommy? Mommy!
Gribble!
I need to know...
Gribble, come in.
Are you there?
Gribble! Come on, Gribble,
this is no time
for the silent treatment!
[door opening]
[gasps]
[grunting]
Gribble? Help me.
I'm trapped,
and there's nowhere
to hide!
[pounding on door]
Gribble!
[panting]
[grunting]
[door opens]
[gasps]
[panting]
[exhales, gasps]
[squishy sound]
[whimpering]
No. [screams]
[grunts]
[overlapping with Martian
dialogue through translator]
If not using ropes,
my friend,
you will needing wings.
[Milo grunts]
We must cleaning
paint off you before
someone is seeing you.
It will getting you
in trouble.
Giving me your helmet...
The Earth hatchling!
[Milo grunts]
Gribble! Gribble, come in.
They've spotted me!
But I think I lost them!
[grunting]
Sh!
Get off me!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Cool it!
I gotta clean you up!
Get off of me!
Hey!
Mellow out, man!
I'm not the fuzz!
I'm not bustin' you.
You're not?
Check it out!
[Milo grunts]
What is that?
[beeping]
Ding!
They were tracking me?
Not you. They were
trackin' whoever
you were chattin' with.
Who I was...
who I was talk...
I was talking
to Gribble! Oh, no!
[Martian girl shrieks]
No time!
Sorry! No time!
[gasps]
You got time now?
[whimpers] This is
so low temperature!
[laughs] OK.
You're from Earth,
so you must know...
What do you "turn on"?
How do you "tune in"?
What do you
"drop out" of?
Oh! [speaks Martian]
What powers
do flowers have?
That's English!
Where did you
learn English?
[laughs]
Two quarters ago,
I was working in the
administration block.
The Supervisor was talking
with 113-Elder-331.
They were viewing some
top-secret Earth documents.
When they left, I wanted
to check out what was
making the weird light.
[cop] What's going
on here? Oh!
It's a chrysanthemum,
baby.
[laugh track]
A chrysanthemum?
That's not a chrysanthemum.
[Martian girl] And it was...
[laughs, speaks Martian]
...amazing!
So I copied all I could.
Oh, the way that light
vibrated and sang!
Nothing in my world has
ever made me feel like that!
It was like
my eyes were open
for the first time.
Oh. It was
crazy beautiful, man.
[laugh track]
This is a chrysanthemum.
[man] Flower power,
it's gonna change
the world, man!
[man 2] Yeah, that's
just groovy, man.
[Martian girl]
They called it...
Color.
[door opens]
Your hippie alien life story
is totally interesting,
but I'm kinda busy
saving my mom!
Oh! You mean
your Nanny-bot.
No! I mean my mom!
She's a human being!
Wait. No, but...
I saw inside
her headspace.
You said, "My life
would be so much better
if I didn't have
a mom at all."
[groans]
I know what I said,
but I was wrong,
and I do want her.
Heavy! Why?
Because she...
She looks after me
and she tells me
what to do!
Oh, like the Supervisor!
No, not like
the Supervisor!
My mom is kind.
She takes me to Disneyland,
and she reads to me,
and she makes me
hot chocolate,
and she puts bandages
on my cuts, and she
hugs me and she...
She loves me.
"Love"?
Chute number three.
Mmm...
Crazy.
Gribble?
Can you hear me now?
Gribble?
Oh, no.
Gribble?
[Milo] Gribble?
Gribble?
Gribble!
Oh, no. That's only
five and a half hours!
[clattering]
[grunts]
Stupid weights.
[grunts]
"Private. Keep out.
No Martians allowed."
[grunts]
"Gribble."
"George Ribble."
He must've been a kid, too,
when he came here.
Why wouldn't he tell me?
[mechanical whirring]
TwoCat? TwoCat!
Hold on, buddy.
[grunting]
Are you OK?
[TwoCat squeaks]
Oh, here. Where's Gribble,
TwoCat? I gotta find him!
He's the only person
on this entire planet
who can help me save my mom.
That burnt area.
That's where they
shoot people, isn't it?
That's a firing squad,
and they're gonna
shoot Gribble?
TwoCat,
we gotta save him!
Ladies, ladies,
you don't wanna do this.
Listen,
I'm a walking A-bomb!
You shoot me,
and the whole planet's
gonna go up!
You don't want that
on your conscience...
[screams]
OK, seriously.
OK, you could
be precipitating
a major
interplanetary war here,
people, aliens, Martians.
[hysterical laugh]
OK, listen!
I've been living in
your sewers for years.
I'm disgusting,
they're contaminated,
and they need a vaccine
and I'm the only one
that has it.
[Supervisor speaking Martian]
OK. [chuckles] Listen.
You made your point.
I invented
some great stuff!
I can let you in on
the ground floor, OK?
How 'bout
blue mascara, huh?
I've got a Slinky!
A Rubik's Cube?
[grumbles in Martian]
[Gribble] You like
Dungeons and Dragons?
I love Dungeons
and Dragons.
How 'bout skateboards?
I got millions...
OK. Hey!
[Supervisor continues]
[Gribble] I can get you
a Cabbage Patch Kid.
What about a pizza?
[shouts in Martian]
[cocking weapons]
[powering up]
Oh, and I'll teach you
how to moonwalk.
Can't really do it
in these chains.
Legwarmers!
Wait, wait.
We're really
gonna do this?
[screeches]
Unauthorized dogpile!
[screams]
Oh! Hey! Milo,
what are you
doing here?
I'm rescuing you.
What does it look like?
Ha, ha! It's exactly
according to my plan!
[shouts in Martian]
Ki!
[gasps]
[speaking Martian]
[weapon powering up]
[whimpers]
[shouts in Martian]
Oh!
[giggles]
Whoa!
[screaming]
Hot, hot, hot!
Wait! Stop it
with the shooting!
[Milo] Whoa!
[Gribble screaming]
Ow, my toe! What are
you doing?
Oh, my gosh!
Gribble!
[both scream]
[Gribble] When you're going
to shoot a laser at someone,
you should bring them
a change of underwear!
[both screaming]
[both shouting]
[wheezing]
[wheezing]
Hairy Tribe Guys.
[hysterical laughing]
Wingnut?
[both shouting]
OK. OK. Thank you.
Oh, come on.
Let go!
Let go!
What are you doing?
They're hugging!
It's all these
males ever do!
That's why the females
chuck 'em down here!
We don't have time!
The SISS are
gonna find us!
[all scream]
Run!
Run!
[all screaming]
Wingnut! It's Wingnut!
OK. Come on! Come on.
What?!
Wingnut! No!
[both scream]
[gasping, wheezing]
[Gribble panting]
[Milo] Gribble!
[Milo] Relax, Grib.
Fat floats.
[Gribble] Hey!
[Gribble grunts]
Oh, nuts.
There goes my sexy tan.
[Milo] Less than three
and a half hours.
[whistles]
[whistle echoing]
Echo! [voice echoes]
This place is amazing!
It's Gribbletastic.
You have got to stop
saying that. You sound
Gribblediculous.
Hey, hey.
TwoCat's homing in
on our headsets.
Oh.
I built him
with a location device.
I think of everything.
I'm the bomb.
I'm the bomb.
Stretch...
stretch that bar
across this rock.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good.
[grunts] You know,
this place is perfect?
We can rebuild right
over there. You see that?
No.
Keep still.
Yeah, right, sorry.
Build a whole new lair.
Be years before
we fill this place up
with our junk.
What do you say, pal?
You and me? Best buds?
You can be
emperor this time.
And I... I shall be
El Presidente.
Hey!
Again with the shooting?!
We just talked about this!
Uh...
Gimme that!
[Milo] But...
Maniac!
These things
are dangerous!
Tried to blow up
some trash once
with one of these,
almost took
my foot off! Yes!
Oh, good,
it's nearly empty.
Anyway, why don't we go
rebuild right over here.
What do you think?
That lava slope looks
like our best way up.
My mom's running
out of time, Gribble.
Let's go!
Hey, no, come on!
It can't be done!
Did you see
what happened up there?
Man,
I nearly got toasted!
To death!
Thanks for saving me,
but... I'm never going
up there again, man.
You... You can't!
You can't just
bail on me now!
Bye.
George!
Your name's George!
What did you
just call me?
George. George Ribble.
You were a kid,
like me!
Where did you get this?
This is mine.
They took your mom, too,
didn't they?
It's OK, Grib,
I know how you feel!
How I feel?
How I feel...
You have no idea
how I feel.
You see this?
[beeping]
This is when
they chose my mom.
But way before
they chose yours.
I know, Gribble.
It happened to me
the same way.
No. No, you don't know.
How could you
possibly know?
[sobbing]
I was a good kid.
I did my chores.
Put my things away.
I did as I was told.
Turns out,
that's exactly why
they chose her.
'Cause of me.
Ah, man.
What kind of message is that
to send to a little kid, huh?
[laughs]
I know. It's not fair!
Nah. I'll tell you
what's not fair, man.
[Gribble] Not fair
is when a bunch of scary
aliens take your mama,
your only parent,
away from you
in the middle of the night.
Not fair is when
you follow them,
and you sneak
onto their ship,
and you search but
you can't find her.
And then you see her...
They got your mama strapped
into some kind of machine.
[muffled] Mom!
[Gribble]
So I grabbed a couple
of breathing helmets,
and I went to get her.
But I didn't know
what I know now.
I didn't know...
...that when
the sun came up,
it'd start the machine.
I didn't know...
what that machine
was gonna do to her.
Not until
it was too late.
And then I realized...
...I was all alone.
I'd never
see my mom again.
And I'd never be able
to tell her I loved her.
"Never be able to
tell her you love her..."
What do you mean?
No, no,
you don't have to
worry about that.
It's not gonna happen.
Not this time.
Not to you.
We're gonna go up there
and we're gonna...
We're gonna
go get your mom.
Really? You mean it?
Yeah.
You and me, buddy.
Best buds, right?
Thank you, Gribble.
Yeah, man.
Yeah, we'll get
your mom back, man.
[Ki] "Best buds."
That's like
the "love" thing, right?
[stammering]
My, my, my, my...
...my, my Sharona!
[Milo] No! Gribble!
[shouts] Evasive action!
[Gribble screaming]
I'm sorry.
[Milo] No, Gribble!
Gribble, stop!
Don't shoot me,
please!
Relax!
Gribble, Gribble!
Relax! Listen!
She's not
gonna shoot you!
She's not
gonna shoot you!
She's not?
No! She's the one
that helped us escape!
[Gribble] She is?
[Milo] TwoCat brought her.
[Gribble] He did?
I used to be
administration unit
231-Ki-312.
But now... [laughs]
I'm down with
your scene, man.
What is she
talking about?!
I don't know.
She talks
like that a lot.
But I think she wants
to help us, right?
Right on! Come on!
We gotta beat feet!
"Beat feet"?
Oh, you mean run!
Yeah, we do!
Yeah!
All right, Gribble,
let's go!
OK! Come on!
It's just so weird!
[Ki] Come on, guys!
This is the way out!
[Gribble] Is there gonna
be a lot of running?
Psychedelic!
What are they?
They're paintings.
You know, like
your flower graffiti.
Wait! Wait, wait!
Ki, Ki!
Hold on.
You're the one...
...that paints
those flower tags?
That is so bad!
Bad? But... but it
is meant to be good.
No. No, no, I mean... no.
Bad means good. I just,
I think that...
I think that they're
amazing and...
I think that, um...
I think you're amazing.
[exclaims in Martian]
Gribble! [gasps]
You can change color!
What? [laughs]
That is also... "bad."
[both laugh]
Whoa.
What is that?
That? It looks
like a family.
Kids and parents.
That's the "love" thing.
What are "parents"?
You know,
people like my mom,
who look after kids like me?
I guess you guys
had families once.
You know,
if you Martians
had parents,
you wouldn't have
to kidnap moms to
program your Nanny-bots.
Come on.
But...
But the Supervisor said
that Martians have always
been raised by machines.
Wow, looks like
she lied to you,
big time.
We never knew.
[Ki] That's the Citadel.
We've got to get to the top.
That's where
mission control is,
on the surface.
Your mom is in
the Extraction Machine here.
And your ride back to Earth
is in the silo here.
That's all well
and good, guys,
but I don't think
we're gonna make it
to the Citadel.
[Milo] Why are they
checking everyone?
[Gribble] Well,
you're kind of
a celebrity now, buddy.
And who is that
handsome devil
next to you?
You better keep
your heads down.
If they bust you,
they will slap you
in the joint!
Wait a minute.
That's exactly where
we wanna go!
Oh! Yeah!
He's right on!
What? What... Hey!
We're going to jail?
No, no. When they
first found me,
they brought me
straight to jail.
The jail's next to the silo
where they keep
the spaceship!
[Gribble] OK.
Sub-level two.
Go ahead.
[Ki] If we can get
through the jail,
and up through the silo,
we can get to the surface.
And that's where Mom is.
[laughs] Yes,
but, um, isn't the jail
thousands of feet above us?
One thousand
and thirty-two!
[both] Whoa!
[both shouting, laughing]
[Milo] Woo-hoo!
[Gribble] Wait!
How strong is this line?
I'm a little over
my goal weight
right now. Hey!
[all shouting]
OK. We've got to take out
the guards, shut down
the surveillance cameras,
then we can
sneak through the jail
and get to the silo.
[beeping]
We catching
the two terrorists.
Supervisor ordering we must
locking them in cells.
Is this gonna work?
[makes mechanical noise]
[Gribble] Oh.
[speaking Martian]
[Gribble] No, wait. Huh?
[Milo] No! No, please,
please, no!
I don't wanna go
back to jail! Please!
No, no, please! No!
I need a doctor
and I've got measles!
And I've got gingivitis!
And I've got
male pattern baldness.
I will getting
prisoner tranquilizers.
Where are they?
Bottom left control.
Restless leg syndrome!
I got
Saturday Night Fever!
Bat wing disorder!
[Milo] And halitosis!
Yes! Horrible halitosis!
I do?
[zapping]
[Martians grunt]
Hey! Awesome!
[Ki giggles]
[TwoCat squeaks]
And this officially ends
today's prison broadcast!
Boop!
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Let's go!
OK, here's the plan.
I'll go get my mom.
You guys fire up
the spaceship,
and we'll be outta here
before they can say...
Hey, Grib,
what are you doing?
It's Wingnut, man!
He's still alive!
Hey, bud. I can't just
leave him in here.
OK, well, get him out,
but do it fast!
We gotta go!
OK. Come on!
This will do it.
[beeping]
Boop!
Yeah! Come on out,
you freakazoid!
[both laughing]
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
I know.
I know. It's OK.
What's with
all the grabbing
and squeezing?
It's called "hugging."
It's another love thing.
OK, enough already.
Come on! We gotta go!
Oh!
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] Man! I must have
opened up all the cells.
Who let the dogs out?
No duh.
[Martians moaning]
What?
[Milo] What's going on?
[Ki] It's the hatchlings.
They're sorting them.
[Gribble] Yeah.
The girls are all assigned
their Nanny-bots.
And the boys
are sent down below
where they'll be raised
by the Hairy Tribe Guys.
These guys knew a bunch
of boy hatchlings
were coming!
That's why they were
dancing down in the trash.
They were celebrating!
Yeah, but all
the Hairy Tribe Guys
are up here now.
There's no one down there
to take care of them.
The boys are
gonna be all alone.
And to be alone is...
...to be without
the crazy love thing.
Yeah.
[Milo] Come on, guys.
We gotta go!
Wait. Wait! Go down
the garbage chutes!
Listen, listen! Guys!
[all shouting]
If you jump down
chute number three,
you can save
the hatchlings.
OK? Do you understand?
[stammers] Chute...
[yells, blows raspberry]
...number... three!
Come on, Grib.
One, two, three!
We gotta go!
They'll figure it out!
No, they won't!
They're dumb
as a box of rocks.
Ki. It's no use.
[Milo] We gotta go!
Go, Wingnut!
[Ki] On the other side
of the rocket, there's
a ladder up to the surface.
[Milo] But how do
we get past
all those Martians?
[laughs] I can
totally fix that.
Hey, everybody
grab a helmet.
Put it on real tight.
[alarm blares]
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] Good game.
Good game. Good game.
[Gribble shouts]
[fizzling]
[both shout]
Here. Don't forget that.
Keep in touch, kiddo.
Get up that ladder
over there.
Good luck!
[panting]
Wait a minute!
Won't they see me
from Mission Control?
[Gribble on microphone]
No way, buddy. They'll be
looking into the rising sun.
Won't be able
to see a thing.
By the time
they figure out
what's going on,
we'll be on the couch
eating Smurf Berry Crunch
and watching He-Man.
[gasps]
[grunts]
[beeping]
[Gribble] Boop.
[clears throat] Gribble.
[computer] Gribble.
Yes. And I am Ki.
Remember?
No, I know. Um...
I mean, no, I said that
because, well, you know,
the ship's got this,
uh, voice-activated
launch system.
And I had to
record a word,
and Ki just didn't seem
like a word that would
start an engine... you know?
Except, um...
[blows raspberry]
[laughs] Now that
I think about it...
..."Ki" is like
a perfect word
to start an engine
because, um, it's,
you know, used to...
...unlock things like...
...my heart.
[Ki giggles]
I dig it when
you change color.
[both giggling]
[TwoCat retching]
Gribble! Ki!
I'm halfway there!
[grunting]
Oh, no!
What dummy left
that there? [shouts]
Milo?
[grunting]
[whimpering, panting]
Gribble, I think
I fell into something!
[radio static]
Gribble, come in!
[grunts]
[shouting, panting]
[rumbling]
[gasping]
It's OK, Ki.
I've got him.
[Ki on speaker]
Great job!
Gribble!
Hey.
[Ki] That's the
second-to-last lens!
We're not gonna
make it!
You wanna bet? Yeah!
[jets roaring]
[Gribble laughs]
This thing is going
on my Christmas list!
[growls]
[speaking Martian]
[alarm blares]
[Martians shouting]
[beeping]
[TwoCat chirping]
[speaks Martian]
Guys! The SISS are gonna
crash Mission Control!
They'll be through the airlock
and on the surface any minute!
[grunts] Oh, no!
What do we do?
All right, take her in.
OK. You go save your mom.
I'll take care of the SISS.
But, Gribble,
they're gonna...
No, no, no.
My mama always said,
"Son, you gotta do
the right thing."
And for the first time
since I came to Mars,
I'm doing it.
Man, I hope Ki saw that.
Go get 'em.
Fire butt blasters!
[machine powering up]
Mom! Mom!
Mom, wake up! Wake up!
Milo, can you turn
the cartoons down?
I'm trying to sleep.
No. Mom, come on.
You gotta wake up!
We gotta get out of here!
[speaking Martian]
[mother] Milo, the alarm
hasn't even gone off.
Can you just let me
sleep until sunrise?
Believe me,
that would be a bad idea.
[grunts]
[yells]
[grunts]
[zapping]
[grunting]
Gribble!
[computer] Gribble!
Gribble, Gribble.
[Ki shouts in Martian]
Oh, no!
I activated
the launch system.
[grunting]
Come on. We gotta
get out of here.
[zapping continues]
[muffled shouting]
[Milo] Come on!
Come on!
Come on, Mom. Come on!
We gotta go. Hurry!
[explosion]
[power shutting down]
[shouts, grunts]
[shouting in Martian]
[Wingnut shouting]
[banging]
[screams]
[grunting]
[laughing]
[hatchlings cooing]
[Martians chattering]
[Ki on microphone] Milo?
The launch system lit up.
I can't cool it.
You got two minutes.
Two minutes!
Mom, come on.
We gotta hurry. Mom.
Wait a second.
Did you just
pull me out of bed?
[screams]
No! Mom, Mom.
Mom! Mom, listen.
Mom, look at me.
Mom, look at me.
Look at me.
I'll explain everything,
but later. OK?
Right now, we just
gotta get to the ship.
The ship?
The ship.
What ship?!
That ship!
Milo! Sixty seconds.
Get it on!
[Milo] Everything's
gonna be fine.
[mother] OK.
[Milo] Here.
Just put this on.
And then you gotta
twist this lever
to seal the neck.
See? Like this.
What do you mean?
Well, we need air.
We can't breathe
the air outside.
There's no air?
Mom, it's Mars.
[Mom] Oh!
OK. One, two, three!
[Mom screams]
[Milo] Now, start running!
Run!
[Mom grunts]
Oh! Are those Martians?
Yeah.
The hairy guys are good,
and the uniforms are bad.
[Mom whimpers]
[Milo] Let's just hope
we don't see...
...the Supervisor!
[grunts]
[shouts]
[no audio]
[no audio]
[gasping]
[gasping becomes louder]
[air hissing]
No! Mom!
You gave me your helmet?
No! No! Mom! No! No!
[metal clanking]
No! Mom! Mom!
No! No! No!
No, Mom!
Mom, no! No.
[sobbing] Mommy, you have
to come home with me.
You... you have
to come home with me!
You're...
you're my mom...
...and I love you!
No!
[sobbing] No, no,
no, no, no.
[banging]
[gasps]
No!
[Milo sobs]
Gribble! My mom!
[grunts]
Ha! Bingo.
Milo! I'm coming,
buddy!
[Gribble exhales]
I got it.
I got it.
[Milo whimpers]
Lift her head.
[air hissing]
[gasps]
Milo. You saved me.
No. It was Gribble.
No, bro.
No, it was you, man.
It was you.
You saved
your mom, man.
I'm sorry
for what I said before.
My life wouldn't
be better without you.
Oh, Milo. My love.
Whoa!
[Ki] Milo! Gribble!
I've got the ship
under control...
[screams]
[gribble] Ki!
I'm good.
I can buff out
the scratches.
Come on, Mom.
We gotta go.
We gotta go.
Oh, OK.
[all yell]
Stopping right there!
[Supervisor]
This is not over.
You will surrendering.
Hey! Surrender this!
[Gribble] Whoo! Oh!
Ki! What are you doing?
I will not letting
you do this.
Insolence!
You cannot stopping this.
This is the way
it has always being.
[Supervisor shouting]
No. No. No!
This is not the way
it is always being.
She lied to us!
Look!
We were not meant
to being raised
by machines.
We were meant
to be raised
by families.
By parents.
We were meant to
having that... that...
That crazy love thing?
That crazy love thing.
[Supervisor shouting]
Never!
[grumbles] You fool.
I saved you!
Before any of you
were even born,
I realized
we do not have time
to raise hatchlings.
And the males? Ha!
They never helped.
Always dancing
and playing.
That is why we must
throw them away.
There must be order.
Arresting the evildoers!
Evildoer, you.
No! I did this for you!
I did this
for all of you!
Be quite, evil one
You will be sorry.
Let me go!
[Martians cheering]
[Mom exhales]
[mechanical grunting]
So, are you gonna stay?
Wow.
Wow... [laughs]
Um...
Actually,
I think I'm gonna...
You know,
Mars is different now.
I'm gonna hang out
with Ki and...
[laughs] ...help
paint and stuff.
He's really good
at red.
[laughs] Stop it.
So will I ever
see you again?
What, are you kidding me?
Of course.
We'll keep in touch.
How?
What do you mean "how?"
I could fix it. It's gonna
be Gribbletastic. [laughs]
Best buds?
You better believe it.
Ooh.
Thank you, Gribble.
Your mother would
be proud of you.
It's my pleasure.
Oh, man. Oh!
[laughs]
[TwoCat whirring]
I'm not crying.
It's allergies.
Silly. [sniffles]
Bye! Goodbye!
Bye.
[Milo] Bye!
[makes retching sound]
Oh. Penut butter
[Milo laughs]
[sighs]
I love you, Milo.
I know that... now.
[door opens]
[Milo] Dad!
[chuckles]
Hi, stinker.
Hi, honey.
Hi.
Mm.
Did something happen
to Milo this weekend?
[laser blast outside]
Uh...
Color.
[indistinct chatter]
[man on TV]
Flower power!
It's gonna change
the world, man!
[cooing]
[chittering]
[laughs]
[man] Mark.
No, that's vomit.
But I understand
the confusion.
I thought I told you
to eat that.
Well, you're not gonna
make me eat it now,
are you?
Mom!
Oh. My mom. She...
she vacuums the house.
You know, she vacuums
the house. My...
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Yeah, she's the one.
Yeah, that... No.
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Vaca-oom! Vaca...
[mimics buzzing sound,
explosion]
[mimics Darth Vader
breathing through helmet]
I'm just messing with you.
[laughs]
Oh, don't mind this guy.
He's a...
I just tried to train him
to be like my wingman,
you know,
but he's useless.
It's more like
a wing nut. Yeah!
No, you know what?
As a matter of fact,
this is gonna be...
Gribbletastic.
[laughs] Yeah!
[screaming]
How about running,
for starters?
Go, go, go, go!
And he's off!
Yes! Finally.
[rapping]
Gribble! Stop being
such an idiot and
tell me which way!
Whoa, whoa. Did you
just call me an idiot?
[man] Mark.
[whimpering]
[speaking Martian]
[shouting in Martian]
Get... Oh!
Wait a minute!
Gribble!
[screaming]
Let's hit
every single pipe
on the way down!
[grunts] Gribble!
I'm trying!
Whoa!
[both shouting]
Again with the shooting?
We just talked about this.
I think that... I think
that they're amazing and...
I think that, um...
I think that
you're amazing.
[laughs] Gribble!
You can change color!
What?
That is also... "bad."
[man] Mark.
Chute...
Whoa! [blows raspberry]
...number... three!
One, two, three!
Come on, Grib.
We gotta go!
They'll figure it out!
No, they won't.
They're dumb as
a box of rocks.
[grunting]
What dummy
left that there?
[shouts]
[panting]
[hisses]
[both speaking Martian]
[screaming]
No! Mom. Mom!
Mom. Mom! Mom, listen.
Mom, look at me.
Mom, look at me.
Look at me.
I'll explain everything,
but later. OK?
Right now we've
just gotta get
to the ship.
The ship?
The ship.
What ship!
That ship!
[techno music plays]
[man on TV, echoing]
NASA scientists are excited
over recent findings
by the Mars Rover of
fossilized organic compounds
on the surface
that indicate at some time
in the past there may have
been life on the Red Planet.
[rumbling]
[whimpers]
[snarls]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian,
chuckles]
[beeping]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian]
[speaking Martian]
[alarm blares]
[speaking Martian]
[chuckles]
[woman] Thank you.
Was it really that hard?
[boy] Every day
with the trash!
What is the big deal?
Well, can you imagine what
the world would look like
if nobody took out the trash?
Yeah, it would
be awesome.
[woman] And speaking
of trash,
have you cleaned
your room yet?
And don't forget
to shut the door.
[vacuum cleaner whirring]
[door slams]
[telephone rings]
Milo, sweetie,
can you get that?
I have to do everything
around here.
[phone rings]
Stromboli's Slave Shack,
captive 331 speaking.
[man] Hey, stinker.
Dad!
Hey, are you almost home?
Because, listen,
the movie starts at five,
and then it starts again
at seven, and I...
Hold on, hold on.
Slow down. Slow down.
I don't think I'm gonna
make it back in time.
Well, you can't
miss the beginning.
That's when the vampires
take over the submarine...
No, I know. I know.
But... looks like
my flight's canceled.
And no one's flying
till this weather lets up.
I'm really sorry, Milo.
I'll make it home
as soon as I can.
I love you.
OK.
Bye.
Hi, honey.
What's up?
Stuck at the airport.
Aw, that's too bad.
Milo was really
looking forward to...
I was really
looking forward
to taking him.
Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.
Well, maybe if he
finishes all his dinner
he could watch
Zombie Dawn III
on pay-per-view.
[gasps] Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
You didn't eat
your broccoli.
[scoffs] Broccoli
makes me barf.
Besides, it looks
like brains.
Well, you like zombies.
Zombies eat brains.
Mom, no one likes zombies.
They're an abomination.
I'm committed
to their annihilation.
OK. Well,
no broccoli, no TV.
[cat meows]
[cat purring]
[cat moans, retches]
[vomiting]
Oh!
Milo!
Come over here.
Is that broccoli?
No. That's vomit,
but I understand
the confusion.
I thought I told you
to eat that.
Well, you're not gonna
make me eat it now,
are you?
Go to bed.
But you said
I could watch...
No.
That was before
you lied to me
and poisoned the cat!
That broccoli
was poisonous?
No!
Of course the broccoli
wasn't poisonous.
Well, you just
said that...
No!
I meant that
it's poisonous
to the cat.
Well, how can it
be good for me if
it's poisonous to the cat?
Because cats are
not supposed to
eat vegetables.
Maybe I'm not
supposed to eat vegetables.
Milo!
Just go to bed.
Now.
[thumping]
I thought I told you
to go to bed!
You told me to go to bed.
You didn't say
get into bed.
It's not specific.
Milo!
My life would be
so much better if I didn't
have to be a nagging mom.
Yeah, well, my life
would be so much better
if I didn't
have a mom at all.
Cujo. Wake up.
I can't sleep.
I shouldn't have said
what I said, should I?
It wasn't
a good thing to say.
I feel really bad
about it.
I should go tell her
I'm sorry.
Right? I'm gonna go
tell her I'm sorry.
Right now.
Mom? Are you still up?
'Cause I wanted
to tell you that...
[air hissing]
Mom?
[soft whirring]
Mom?
[Mom softly] Milo...?
[whooshing sound]
Mom?
Mom!
[grunts]
[grunting]
[shouts] Mom!
[grunts]
Mom?
Mom!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Mom!
[ship begins to power up]
Let me go! [grunts]
Hey! I'm...
I'm caught in here!
Let me...
Wow! I'm in a spaceship!
[straining]
This is so cool!
[clanking]
[mechanical whirring]
[speaking Martian]
[both speaking Martian]
[older Martian shouts]
[speaks Martian]
[shouts in Martian]
[Martians chattering]
[speaks Martian]
[panting]
[grunting]
Did I get super powers?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Hello?
What's going on?
Whoa! Ah! [grunts]
[banging]
[grunting]
Low gravity! Oh!
Keep it together!
[grunts]
[man on intercom] Jump down
chute number three.
What? Who's there?
[man] Hey, keep it quiet,
and jump down
chute number three!
You want me to
jump in there?
[stammers] Why?
[Martians shouting]
[man] Jump down
chute number three!
[weapons powering up]
[man] Just jump down
the chute!
[man] Relax, it's like...
a water slide...
...without the water!
Or the slide.
[screaming]
[grunting]
[Milo] A world of trash!
It is awesome.
[shouts]
Zombies!
[all making guttural sounds]
Don't come any closer!
I'm warning you!
I know karate!
Well, at least
on the Wii.
No! I don't... I don't...
I don't want any trouble.
I'm just... I'm just
trying to find my mom.
I want to find my mom.
[Martians imitating] Mom?
Don't you understand?
My mom.
[Martians] Mom? Mom!
Yeah, my mom.
No, my mom.
She's the one
that feeds me.
She feeds me...
[Martians] Feem? Feem?
[Milo] Yeah, my mom.
She feeds me.
[all chattering]
No, no, she... she...
she washes my clothes.
She washes my clothes.
You know, my...
[chattering continues]
No, my...
No, she... she...
My mom.
She vacuums the house.
You know,
she vacuums the house.
Va-oom. Vaca-oom.
[Milo] Yeah,
she's the one...
[all] Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
No. No. No, that's not it.
Stop. No! My... my mom.
She's the one that...
She tucks me in at night.
[stammers]
She tucks me in?
My mom?
[all] Aww...
Can you... can you...?
[all howling]
No. No!
No, you can't...
What are you doing?!
Let go of me!
[Martians gasp, scream]
[Milo grunting]
[animal buzzing]
[screaming]
[man on radio]
OK. All right.
Chill out, Chachi.
You seriously don't want
to get dropped right now.
You!
You sent me down
a trash chute, you jerk!
[man laughs] Yeah.
Sit back, relax
and enjoy the ride.
Prepare to disembark
the aircraft.
Let him down easy,
TwoCat.
[grunts]
[makes mechanical sounds]
[panting]
[grunts]
Ah!
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[arcade games play music]
Hello?
[man] You like
video games, man?
Check it out.
Space flight simulator.
I programmed it
from the manual,
so it's just
like the real thing.
[mimics Darth Vader
breathing through helmet]
I'm just messing with you.
[laughs] Hey, brother!
Yeah.
You're not a Martian.
You're a kid.
Man, it's been so long since
I've seen another kid.
Whoa!
Hey!
I'm excited, too, buddy.
My name is Gribble.
Gribble the First.
What's your handle?
No, wait, let me guess.
Maverick.
No.
Wolfman?
[Milo] No.
Iceman.
No.
Did you see Top Gun?
It's Milo.
Milo. How low
can you go, Milo?
How 'bout I call
you "My Bro?" Check it.
[mimics crashing sound]
You're a person...
...from Earth!
Sh! Shut up!
What, are you crazy?
I'm part of Ronald Reagan's
secret astronaut program.
The Secronauts.
You might have
heard of us.
We're here to stop the threat
of interplanetary Communism
throughout the galaxy.
Why else do you think
they call it
"the Red Planet"?
[makes beeping sounds]
[laughs] I do
crazy stuff like that
all the time, man.
You're gonna have
so much fun here. Whoa!
[rumbling]
Whoo! It's wobbly
and shaky here.
Ooh! Come on!
[shouts]
I wanna
show you something.
You gotta move pretty fast
to keep up with me, buddy.
Wait.
[Gribble] Come on down!
[grunts]
[Gribble] Hey,
check my room out, bro!
Whoa!
Whoa! Oh, man.
You're not used to the
low gravity yet, huh?
OK, OK, OK.
Don't worry, man.
I can totally fix that.
I can fix anything.
There we go.
I got an extra.
Listen,
I just wanna try
and find my mom.
This'll hold you down.
What is it?
Right here. OK?
I'm gonna patent it, call it
the Gribblemeister 3000.
It's working, right?
[chuckles] That's awesome.
Ooh! I wanna show you
something cool.
What?
Hold on tight.
Banzai!
[grunts, whimpers]
[Gribble] The weight belt
helping you?
[beeping sounds]
Check this out, man.
They're trying to figure out
how you escaped. Watch this.
[imitates Southern drawl]
Oh, my word!
I cannot get out!
Help me!
[laughs]
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Watch this, watch this,
watch this. Bing!
[Martians shouting]
[Gribble laughs]
You wanna hear
what they're saying?
Sure you do.
Wait. Gribble,
I wanna find my mom.
TwoCat!
That is disgusting.
Here we go.
[stammers]
What is that?
That's a translator.
Wait. Ow!
[Martian 1]
Supervisor not likee.
[Martian 2]
Getting off me,
you Martian!
Unauthorized dogpile!
"Unauthorized dogpile?"
I know. They say that
all the time.
Come with me, man.
This is so cool.
[Gribble]
Hey! Come on in.
[animal squeaks]
Huh? What do
you think, bro? Huh?
About what?
About the room, bud.
It's for you, man.
What do you think?
For me?
Oh, don't mind this guy.
I just tried to train him
to be like my wingman,
you know, but he's useless.
It's more like
a wing nut. [laughs]
Oh, gosh. [spits]
I'm gonna
get rid of him.
But forget it, man.
That's all history.
'Cause I got you now!
Me?
Yeah.
What are you
talking about?
I'm talking about
you and me, bro.
Best buds
hanging out forever.
Playing video games all day,
watching TV all night.
There's no such thing
as too much TV, man.
Mom?
Oh, yeah.
Maybe there is such
a thing as too much TV.
No. Wait.
Hey, come on.
I wanna show you
something in here, buddy.
What are they saying?
[Martian 1] Subject
will be terminating.
Oh-four, oh-three...
"Terminating."
Terminating?
Terminating.
I love that movie.
Hey, you know what?
Let's go. I wanna show
you something cool, dude.
No, wait. Gribble,
what's going on?
I don't wanna tell ya,
and you can't make me. OK?
Just forget about it.
No, Gribble, tell me.
Please!
System overload!
System overload!
Tell me!
[shrieks] Help! Hey!
Tell me!
Oh, my...
Get... Uncle! Get off!
[panting]
Chafe-y.
All right.
All right,
I'll tell you.
Fact is...
...Mars needs moms.
What the heck
does that mean?
[video rewinding]
[Gribble]
These are hatchlings.
They are, uh,
baby Martians,
and they pop out
of the ground,
like potatoes,
every 25 years or so.
And, um, the Martians,
they're terrible
at mothering,
which is ironic,
really,
since the ones
running the place upstairs,
they're all female.
Can you get
to the point?
I... All right.
What they are good at
is building robots, right?
So they build
these Nanny-bots
to raise the girls.
And each Nanny-bot
gets one kid to raise,
and then it's toast.
[laughs] It can't be
reused after that.
Who knew mothering
was so hard, huh?
[laughs]
"Hard?"
So why did they
take my mom?
OK. They have to
program the Nanny-bots
each time, right?
So... they find someone
who is really good at
controlling their own kid.
[Milo] Hey,
that's my house.
And that's me!
Are these my mom's
memories?
[Gribble] Yeah.
You see, all these
Martians care about
is order and discipline.
[laughs]
What was that one about?
Just tell me
what they're gonna
do to my mom.
All right.
[beeping]
Right up there.
You see, they have this
memory extraction machine.
It takes the discipline
out of the mom
and it puts it
into the Nanny-bots.
It works on some kind of
solar-wind focusing system.
And when
the sun rises...
...they extract what
they need to program
the Nanny-bots,
and that's it. OK?
That's it.
Wha... Wait.
So my mom is gonna
lose all her memories?
Yeah, something like that.
No, that...
that can't happen.
We've gotta save her!
Well, that's impossible,
so, like, get over it
and, like, move on.
But we've gotta try.
We've gotta try!
This, my friend,
is a Martian wristwatch.
You see the bars here?
Counts down to sunrise.
So you must have about
6.93 Earth hours left.
Less than seven hours?
That's all?
Let's say that,
for the sake of argument,
that we do, we disguise you.
And, uh, we use all
this awesome spy gear
to guide you
up to the surface.
Those Martians, man, they...
They're gonna spot you.
They're gonna chase you
and shoot at you
and... and... and...
Wait a minute.
I think it's
a brilliant idea.
But you just said
they're gonna shoot at me.
What? Oh, hey.
What you talking about,
"shoot"? "Shoot?"
That's crazy talk.
That's what you said.
[Gribble laughs]
Who said that?
Someone say he's
gonna shoot at him?
What are you
talking about, brother?
No one's shooting
at anybody.
Don't even sweat it.
You trust me.
This is gonna be great.
[laughs]
No, you know what?
As a matter of fact,
this is gonna be...
...Gribbletastic.
[laughs] Yeah!
I don't know, Gribble.
Are you sure this is
gonna work?
[Gribble on microphone]
Yeah, dude.
It's gonna be awesome.
That disguise
totally rocks.
Trust me,
you're gonna
blend right in.
Even the SISS
won't spot you.
The SISS?
What's the SISS?
[Gribble] Oh, yeah,
I forgot to mention them.
They're the Supervisor's
Secret Security.
They're the ones
in the black uniforms. Um...
But I'll take care
of them, man.
Don't worry about it.
[Milo] Anything else you
"forgot to mention"?
What? No.
What're you...? Me?
Dude, honest Injun, man.
We're in this together.
[whispers]
Once he gets up top,
he's gonna
give himself away.
They're gonna chase him
halfway around Mars,
and I'm gonna save his butt.
And he's gonna
be so totally grateful.
It's gonna be so cool.
Give me a break.
OK, OK. So,
it's a... it's a fib,
but it's for
his own good, man.
After this,
he'll stay down here,
where... where it's safe.
[Martians chattering
indistinctly]
[Gribble] OK, go ahead.
[Martians chattering
in distance]
[Gribble] Dude,
you march like a girl!
Which is kind of perfect.
There's that bleached-prune
lady again. Who is that?
[Gribble] That's the
Supervisor. She's like
the school lunch lady,
only with the power
to execute you on sight.
Man, Mars needs Botox.
[Gribble] Don't mess
with her. She runs
everything around here.
Gribble,
are you seeing this?
[Gribble] Yeah, man.
Those tags are so cool.
I don't know who does 'em,
but the Supervisor hates 'em.
Oh, hey,
look sharp, man.
You see that
tall building up ahead?
That's the Citadel.
Your mom's up
at the top.
You get up there
and get your mom.
I am gonna
program the ship
and make it repeat
its last Earth mission,
and then, boom!
You're through the wormhole
and home in time
for Pop-Tarts. OK? Easy.
[whispers] Psst!
TwoCat, this is it, man.
They're gonna
spot him here
for sure.
[laughs]
Stop it. Don't look
at me like that.
I'm gonna
take care of him.
[exhales in frustration]
Check it out, all right?
When he gets to
the checkpoint gate,
he's gonna
trigger the alarm,
the guards'll close in,
I'm gonna press this button.
The cleaning hatch is gonna
open, gonna drop down
to the maintenance floor,
where he can escape
down the trash chute.
See? It's very simple.
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] OK.
It'll all be fine.
But, uh, if anything,
you know, weird
or unexpected happens,
uh, just run
like crazy, OK?
[alarm blares]
[gasps]
[shouting in Martian]
You see?
Totally in
my control. Boop.
I pushed the wrong one.
Oh, my gosh!
Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no!
[squeaks]
Gribble, where are
they taking me?
[Gribble] OK,
just give me a minute.
Don't have
an aneurysm. Um...
Oh, man, OK,
you're going up,
and that's not good.
[Milo] I thought
I wanted to go up.
[Gribble]
Well, yes and no.
This is a very,
very bad up.
[beeping]
Um... OK, OK, OK...
uh, don't panic.
Get ready.
For what?
[muffled shouting]
How about running,
for starters?
Go, go, go, go!
And he's off!
Yes! Finally.
Gribble!
Which way now?
[Gribble]
Dang, I'm good!
Gribble!
[rapping]
Gribble! Stop being
such an idiot
and tell me which way!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did you just call me
an idiot?
Which way?
I'm lost here!
[Gribble] No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.
I think that you
have to apologize now.
Gribble!
I'm waiting.
All right, all right,
I'm sorry!
[Gribble]
Apology accepted.
Go left.
No, no, no, no,
not that left!
Not that left,
not that left!
Back up, man!
[alarm sounds in helmet]
Turn it down, Gribble!
TwoCat,
turn off your alarm!
What is going on here?
TwoCat?
Oh, no. Mommy? Mommy!
Gribble!
I need to know...
Gribble, come in.
Are you there?
Gribble! Come on, Gribble,
this is no time
for the silent treatment!
[door opening]
[gasps]
[grunting]
Gribble? Help me.
I'm trapped,
and there's nowhere
to hide!
[pounding on door]
Gribble!
[panting]
[grunting]
[door opens]
[gasps]
[panting]
[exhales, gasps]
[squishy sound]
[whimpering]
No. [screams]
[grunts]
[overlapping with Martian
dialogue through translator]
If not using ropes,
my friend,
you will needing wings.
[Milo grunts]
We must cleaning
paint off you before
someone is seeing you.
It will getting you
in trouble.
Giving me your helmet...
The Earth hatchling!
[Milo grunts]
Gribble! Gribble, come in.
They've spotted me!
But I think I lost them!
[grunting]
Sh!
Get off me!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Cool it!
I gotta clean you up!
Get off of me!
Hey!
Mellow out, man!
I'm not the fuzz!
I'm not bustin' you.
You're not?
Check it out!
[Milo grunts]
What is that?
[beeping]
Ding!
They were tracking me?
Not you. They were
trackin' whoever
you were chattin' with.
Who I was...
who I was talk...
I was talking
to Gribble! Oh, no!
[Martian girl shrieks]
No time!
Sorry! No time!
[gasps]
You got time now?
[whimpers] This is
so low temperature!
[laughs] OK.
You're from Earth,
so you must know...
What do you "turn on"?
How do you "tune in"?
What do you
"drop out" of?
Oh! [speaks Martian]
What powers
do flowers have?
That's English!
Where did you
learn English?
[laughs]
Two quarters ago,
I was working in the
administration block.
The Supervisor was talking
with 113-Elder-331.
They were viewing some
top-secret Earth documents.
When they left, I wanted
to check out what was
making the weird light.
[cop] What's going
on here? Oh!
It's a chrysanthemum,
baby.
[laugh track]
A chrysanthemum?
That's not a chrysanthemum.
[Martian girl] And it was...
[laughs, speaks Martian]
...amazing!
So I copied all I could.
Oh, the way that light
vibrated and sang!
Nothing in my world has
ever made me feel like that!
It was like
my eyes were open
for the first time.
Oh. It was
crazy beautiful, man.
[laugh track]
This is a chrysanthemum.
[man] Flower power,
it's gonna change
the world, man!
[man 2] Yeah, that's
just groovy, man.
[Martian girl]
They called it...
Color.
[door opens]
Your hippie alien life story
is totally interesting,
but I'm kinda busy
saving my mom!
Oh! You mean
your Nanny-bot.
No! I mean my mom!
She's a human being!
Wait. No, but...
I saw inside
her headspace.
You said, "My life
would be so much better
if I didn't have
a mom at all."
[groans]
I know what I said,
but I was wrong,
and I do want her.
Heavy! Why?
Because she...
She looks after me
and she tells me
what to do!
Oh, like the Supervisor!
No, not like
the Supervisor!
My mom is kind.
She takes me to Disneyland,
and she reads to me,
and she makes me
hot chocolate,
and she puts bandages
on my cuts, and she
hugs me and she...
She loves me.
"Love"?
Chute number three.
Mmm...
Crazy.
Gribble?
Can you hear me now?
Gribble?
Oh, no.
Gribble?
[Milo] Gribble?
Gribble?
Gribble!
Oh, no. That's only
five and a half hours!
[clattering]
[grunts]
Stupid weights.
[grunts]
"Private. Keep out.
No Martians allowed."
[grunts]
"Gribble."
"George Ribble."
He must've been a kid, too,
when he came here.
Why wouldn't he tell me?
[mechanical whirring]
TwoCat? TwoCat!
Hold on, buddy.
[grunting]
Are you OK?
[TwoCat squeaks]
Oh, here. Where's Gribble,
TwoCat? I gotta find him!
He's the only person
on this entire planet
who can help me save my mom.
That burnt area.
That's where they
shoot people, isn't it?
That's a firing squad,
and they're gonna
shoot Gribble?
TwoCat,
we gotta save him!
Ladies, ladies,
you don't wanna do this.
Listen,
I'm a walking A-bomb!
You shoot me,
and the whole planet's
gonna go up!
You don't want that
on your conscience...
[screams]
OK, seriously.
OK, you could
be precipitating
a major
interplanetary war here,
people, aliens, Martians.
[hysterical laugh]
OK, listen!
I've been living in
your sewers for years.
I'm disgusting,
they're contaminated,
and they need a vaccine
and I'm the only one
that has it.
[Supervisor speaking Martian]
OK. [chuckles] Listen.
You made your point.
I invented
some great stuff!
I can let you in on
the ground floor, OK?
How 'bout
blue mascara, huh?
I've got a Slinky!
A Rubik's Cube?
[grumbles in Martian]
[Gribble] You like
Dungeons and Dragons?
I love Dungeons
and Dragons.
How 'bout skateboards?
I got millions...
OK. Hey!
[Supervisor continues]
[Gribble] I can get you
a Cabbage Patch Kid.
What about a pizza?
[shouts in Martian]
[cocking weapons]
[powering up]
Oh, and I'll teach you
how to moonwalk.
Can't really do it
in these chains.
Legwarmers!
Wait, wait.
We're really
gonna do this?
[screeches]
Unauthorized dogpile!
[screams]
Oh! Hey! Milo,
what are you
doing here?
I'm rescuing you.
What does it look like?
Ha, ha! It's exactly
according to my plan!
[shouts in Martian]
Ki!
[gasps]
[speaking Martian]
[weapon powering up]
[whimpers]
[shouts in Martian]
Oh!
[giggles]
Whoa!
[screaming]
Hot, hot, hot!
Wait! Stop it
with the shooting!
[Milo] Whoa!
[Gribble screaming]
Ow, my toe! What are
you doing?
Oh, my gosh!
Gribble!
[both scream]
[Gribble] When you're going
to shoot a laser at someone,
you should bring them
a change of underwear!
[both screaming]
[both shouting]
[wheezing]
[wheezing]
Hairy Tribe Guys.
[hysterical laughing]
Wingnut?
[both shouting]
OK. OK. Thank you.
Oh, come on.
Let go!
Let go!
What are you doing?
They're hugging!
It's all these
males ever do!
That's why the females
chuck 'em down here!
We don't have time!
The SISS are
gonna find us!
[all scream]
Run!
Run!
[all screaming]
Wingnut! It's Wingnut!
OK. Come on! Come on.
What?!
Wingnut! No!
[both scream]
[gasping, wheezing]
[Gribble panting]
[Milo] Gribble!
[Milo] Relax, Grib.
Fat floats.
[Gribble] Hey!
[Gribble grunts]
Oh, nuts.
There goes my sexy tan.
[Milo] Less than three
and a half hours.
[whistles]
[whistle echoing]
Echo! [voice echoes]
This place is amazing!
It's Gribbletastic.
You have got to stop
saying that. You sound
Gribblediculous.
Hey, hey.
TwoCat's homing in
on our headsets.
Oh.
I built him
with a location device.
I think of everything.
I'm the bomb.
I'm the bomb.
Stretch...
stretch that bar
across this rock.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good.
[grunts] You know,
this place is perfect?
We can rebuild right
over there. You see that?
No.
Keep still.
Yeah, right, sorry.
Build a whole new lair.
Be years before
we fill this place up
with our junk.
What do you say, pal?
You and me? Best buds?
You can be
emperor this time.
And I... I shall be
El Presidente.
Hey!
Again with the shooting?!
We just talked about this!
Uh...
Gimme that!
[Milo] But...
Maniac!
These things
are dangerous!
Tried to blow up
some trash once
with one of these,
almost took
my foot off! Yes!
Oh, good,
it's nearly empty.
Anyway, why don't we go
rebuild right over here.
What do you think?
That lava slope looks
like our best way up.
My mom's running
out of time, Gribble.
Let's go!
Hey, no, come on!
It can't be done!
Did you see
what happened up there?
Man,
I nearly got toasted!
To death!
Thanks for saving me,
but... I'm never going
up there again, man.
You... You can't!
You can't just
bail on me now!
Bye.
George!
Your name's George!
What did you
just call me?
George. George Ribble.
You were a kid,
like me!
Where did you get this?
This is mine.
They took your mom, too,
didn't they?
It's OK, Grib,
I know how you feel!
How I feel?
How I feel...
You have no idea
how I feel.
You see this?
[beeping]
This is when
they chose my mom.
But way before
they chose yours.
I know, Gribble.
It happened to me
the same way.
No. No, you don't know.
How could you
possibly know?
[sobbing]
I was a good kid.
I did my chores.
Put my things away.
I did as I was told.
Turns out,
that's exactly why
they chose her.
'Cause of me.
Ah, man.
What kind of message is that
to send to a little kid, huh?
[laughs]
I know. It's not fair!
Nah. I'll tell you
what's not fair, man.
[Gribble] Not fair
is when a bunch of scary
aliens take your mama,
your only parent,
away from you
in the middle of the night.
Not fair is when
you follow them,
and you sneak
onto their ship,
and you search but
you can't find her.
And then you see her...
They got your mama strapped
into some kind of machine.
[muffled] Mom!
[Gribble]
So I grabbed a couple
of breathing helmets,
and I went to get her.
But I didn't know
what I know now.
I didn't know...
...that when
the sun came up,
it'd start the machine.
I didn't know...
what that machine
was gonna do to her.
Not until
it was too late.
And then I realized...
...I was all alone.
I'd never
see my mom again.
And I'd never be able
to tell her I loved her.
"Never be able to
tell her you love her..."
What do you mean?
No, no,
you don't have to
worry about that.
It's not gonna happen.
Not this time.
Not to you.
We're gonna go up there
and we're gonna...
We're gonna
go get your mom.
Really? You mean it?
Yeah.
You and me, buddy.
Best buds, right?
Thank you, Gribble.
Yeah, man.
Yeah, we'll get
your mom back, man.
[Ki] "Best buds."
That's like
the "love" thing, right?
[stammering]
My, my, my, my...
...my, my Sharona!
[Milo] No! Gribble!
[shouts] Evasive action!
[Gribble screaming]
I'm sorry.
[Milo] No, Gribble!
Gribble, stop!
Don't shoot me,
please!
Relax!
Gribble, Gribble!
Relax! Listen!
She's not
gonna shoot you!
She's not
gonna shoot you!
She's not?
No! She's the one
that helped us escape!
[Gribble] She is?
[Milo] TwoCat brought her.
[Gribble] He did?
I used to be
administration unit
231-Ki-312.
But now... [laughs]
I'm down with
your scene, man.
What is she
talking about?!
I don't know.
She talks
like that a lot.
But I think she wants
to help us, right?
Right on! Come on!
We gotta beat feet!
"Beat feet"?
Oh, you mean run!
Yeah, we do!
Yeah!
All right, Gribble,
let's go!
OK! Come on!
It's just so weird!
[Ki] Come on, guys!
This is the way out!
[Gribble] Is there gonna
be a lot of running?
Psychedelic!
What are they?
They're paintings.
You know, like
your flower graffiti.
Wait! Wait, wait!
Ki, Ki!
Hold on.
You're the one...
...that paints
those flower tags?
That is so bad!
Bad? But... but it
is meant to be good.
No. No, no, I mean... no.
Bad means good. I just,
I think that...
I think that they're
amazing and...
I think that, um...
I think you're amazing.
[exclaims in Martian]
Gribble! [gasps]
You can change color!
What? [laughs]
That is also... "bad."
[both laugh]
Whoa.
What is that?
That? It looks
like a family.
Kids and parents.
That's the "love" thing.
What are "parents"?
You know,
people like my mom,
who look after kids like me?
I guess you guys
had families once.
You know,
if you Martians
had parents,
you wouldn't have
to kidnap moms to
program your Nanny-bots.
Come on.
But...
But the Supervisor said
that Martians have always
been raised by machines.
Wow, looks like
she lied to you,
big time.
We never knew.
[Ki] That's the Citadel.
We've got to get to the top.
That's where
mission control is,
on the surface.
Your mom is in
the Extraction Machine here.
And your ride back to Earth
is in the silo here.
That's all well
and good, guys,
but I don't think
we're gonna make it
to the Citadel.
[Milo] Why are they
checking everyone?
[Gribble] Well,
you're kind of
a celebrity now, buddy.
And who is that
handsome devil
next to you?
You better keep
your heads down.
If they bust you,
they will slap you
in the joint!
Wait a minute.
That's exactly where
we wanna go!
Oh! Yeah!
He's right on!
What? What... Hey!
We're going to jail?
No, no. When they
first found me,
they brought me
straight to jail.
The jail's next to the silo
where they keep
the spaceship!
[Gribble] OK.
Sub-level two.
Go ahead.
[Ki] If we can get
through the jail,
and up through the silo,
we can get to the surface.
And that's where Mom is.
[laughs] Yes,
but, um, isn't the jail
thousands of feet above us?
One thousand
and thirty-two!
[both] Whoa!
[both shouting, laughing]
[Milo] Woo-hoo!
[Gribble] Wait!
How strong is this line?
I'm a little over
my goal weight
right now. Hey!
[all shouting]
OK. We've got to take out
the guards, shut down
the surveillance cameras,
then we can
sneak through the jail
and get to the silo.
[beeping]
We catching
the two terrorists.
Supervisor ordering we must
locking them in cells.
Is this gonna work?
[makes mechanical noise]
[Gribble] Oh.
[speaking Martian]
[Gribble] No, wait. Huh?
[Milo] No! No, please,
please, no!
I don't wanna go
back to jail! Please!
No, no, please! No!
I need a doctor
and I've got measles!
And I've got gingivitis!
And I've got
male pattern baldness.
I will getting
prisoner tranquilizers.
Where are they?
Bottom left control.
Restless leg syndrome!
I got
Saturday Night Fever!
Bat wing disorder!
[Milo] And halitosis!
Yes! Horrible halitosis!
I do?
[zapping]
[Martians grunt]
Hey! Awesome!
[Ki giggles]
[TwoCat squeaks]
And this officially ends
today's prison broadcast!
Boop!
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Let's go!
OK, here's the plan.
I'll go get my mom.
You guys fire up
the spaceship,
and we'll be outta here
before they can say...
Hey, Grib,
what are you doing?
It's Wingnut, man!
He's still alive!
Hey, bud. I can't just
leave him in here.
OK, well, get him out,
but do it fast!
We gotta go!
OK. Come on!
This will do it.
[beeping]
Boop!
Yeah! Come on out,
you freakazoid!
[both laughing]
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
I know.
I know. It's OK.
What's with
all the grabbing
and squeezing?
It's called "hugging."
It's another love thing.
OK, enough already.
Come on! We gotta go!
Oh!
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] Man! I must have
opened up all the cells.
Who let the dogs out?
No duh.
[Martians moaning]
What?
[Milo] What's going on?
[Ki] It's the hatchlings.
They're sorting them.
[Gribble] Yeah.
The girls are all assigned
their Nanny-bots.
And the boys
are sent down below
where they'll be raised
by the Hairy Tribe Guys.
These guys knew a bunch
of boy hatchlings
were coming!
That's why they were
dancing down in the trash.
They were celebrating!
Yeah, but all
the Hairy Tribe Guys
are up here now.
There's no one down there
to take care of them.
The boys are
gonna be all alone.
And to be alone is...
...to be without
the crazy love thing.
Yeah.
[Milo] Come on, guys.
We gotta go!
Wait. Wait! Go down
the garbage chutes!
Listen, listen! Guys!
[all shouting]
If you jump down
chute number three,
you can save
the hatchlings.
OK? Do you understand?
[stammers] Chute...
[yells, blows raspberry]
...number... three!
Come on, Grib.
One, two, three!
We gotta go!
They'll figure it out!
No, they won't!
They're dumb
as a box of rocks.
Ki. It's no use.
[Milo] We gotta go!
Go, Wingnut!
[Ki] On the other side
of the rocket, there's
a ladder up to the surface.
[Milo] But how do
we get past
all those Martians?
[laughs] I can
totally fix that.
Hey, everybody
grab a helmet.
Put it on real tight.
[alarm blares]
[Martians chattering]
[Gribble] Good game.
Good game. Good game.
[Gribble shouts]
[fizzling]
[both shout]
Here. Don't forget that.
Keep in touch, kiddo.
Get up that ladder
over there.
Good luck!
[panting]
Wait a minute!
Won't they see me
from Mission Control?
[Gribble on microphone]
No way, buddy. They'll be
looking into the rising sun.
Won't be able
to see a thing.
By the time
they figure out
what's going on,
we'll be on the couch
eating Smurf Berry Crunch
and watching He-Man.
[gasps]
[grunts]
[beeping]
[Gribble] Boop.
[clears throat] Gribble.
[computer] Gribble.
Yes. And I am Ki.
Remember?
No, I know. Um...
I mean, no, I said that
because, well, you know,
the ship's got this,
uh, voice-activated
launch system.
And I had to
record a word,
and Ki just didn't seem
like a word that would
start an engine... you know?
Except, um...
[blows raspberry]
[laughs] Now that
I think about it...
..."Ki" is like
a perfect word
to start an engine
because, um, it's,
you know, used to...
...unlock things like...
...my heart.
[Ki giggles]
I dig it when
you change color.
[both giggling]
[TwoCat retching]
Gribble! Ki!
I'm halfway there!
[grunting]
Oh, no!
What dummy left
that there? [shouts]
Milo?
[grunting]
[whimpering, panting]
Gribble, I think
I fell into something!
[radio static]
Gribble, come in!
[grunts]
[shouting, panting]
[rumbling]
[gasping]
It's OK, Ki.
I've got him.
[Ki on speaker]
Great job!
Gribble!
Hey.
[Ki] That's the
second-to-last lens!
We're not gonna
make it!
You wanna bet? Yeah!
[jets roaring]
[Gribble laughs]
This thing is going
on my Christmas list!
[growls]
[speaking Martian]
[alarm blares]
[Martians shouting]
[beeping]
[TwoCat chirping]
[speaks Martian]
Guys! The SISS are gonna
crash Mission Control!
They'll be through the airlock
and on the surface any minute!
[grunts] Oh, no!
What do we do?
All right, take her in.
OK. You go save your mom.
I'll take care of the SISS.
But, Gribble,
they're gonna...
No, no, no.
My mama always said,
"Son, you gotta do
the right thing."
And for the first time
since I came to Mars,
I'm doing it.
Man, I hope Ki saw that.
Go get 'em.
Fire butt blasters!
[machine powering up]
Mom! Mom!
Mom, wake up! Wake up!
Milo, can you turn
the cartoons down?
I'm trying to sleep.
No. Mom, come on.
You gotta wake up!
We gotta get out of here!
[speaking Martian]
[mother] Milo, the alarm
hasn't even gone off.
Can you just let me
sleep until sunrise?
Believe me,
that would be a bad idea.
[grunts]
[yells]
[grunts]
[zapping]
[grunting]
Gribble!
[computer] Gribble!
Gribble, Gribble.
[Ki shouts in Martian]
Oh, no!
I activated
the launch system.
[grunting]
Come on. We gotta
get out of here.
[zapping continues]
[muffled shouting]
[Milo] Come on!
Come on!
Come on, Mom. Come on!
We gotta go. Hurry!
[explosion]
[power shutting down]
[shouts, grunts]
[shouting in Martian]
[Wingnut shouting]
[banging]
[screams]
[grunting]
[laughing]
[hatchlings cooing]
[Martians chattering]
[Ki on microphone] Milo?
The launch system lit up.
I can't cool it.
You got two minutes.
Two minutes!
Mom, come on.
We gotta hurry. Mom.
Wait a second.
Did you just
pull me out of bed?
[screams]
No! Mom, Mom.
Mom! Mom, listen.
Mom, look at me.
Mom, look at me.
Look at me.
I'll explain everything,
but later. OK?
Right now, we just
gotta get to the ship.
The ship?
The ship.
What ship?!
That ship!
Milo! Sixty seconds.
Get it on!
[Milo] Everything's
gonna be fine.
[mother] OK.
[Milo] Here.
Just put this on.
And then you gotta
twist this lever
to seal the neck.
See? Like this.
What do you mean?
Well, we need air.
We can't breathe
the air outside.
There's no air?
Mom, it's Mars.
[Mom] Oh!
OK. One, two, three!
[Mom screams]
[Milo] Now, start running!
Run!
[Mom grunts]
Oh! Are those Martians?
Yeah.
The hairy guys are good,
and the uniforms are bad.
[Mom whimpers]
[Milo] Let's just hope
we don't see...
...the Supervisor!
[grunts]
[shouts]
[no audio]
[no audio]
[gasping]
[gasping becomes louder]
[air hissing]
No! Mom!
You gave me your helmet?
No! No! Mom! No! No!
[metal clanking]
No! Mom! Mom!
No! No! No!
No, Mom!
Mom, no! No.
[sobbing] Mommy, you have
to come home with me.
You... you have
to come home with me!
You're...
you're my mom...
...and I love you!
No!
[sobbing] No, no,
no, no, no.
[banging]
[gasps]
No!
[Milo sobs]
Gribble! My mom!
[grunts]
Ha! Bingo.
Milo! I'm coming,
buddy!
[Gribble exhales]
I got it.
I got it.
[Milo whimpers]
Lift her head.
[air hissing]
[gasps]
Milo. You saved me.
No. It was Gribble.
No, bro.
No, it was you, man.
It was you.
You saved
your mom, man.
I'm sorry
for what I said before.
My life wouldn't
be better without you.
Oh, Milo. My love.
Whoa!
[Ki] Milo! Gribble!
I've got the ship
under control...
[screams]
[gribble] Ki!
I'm good.
I can buff out
the scratches.
Come on, Mom.
We gotta go.
We gotta go.
Oh, OK.
[all yell]
Stopping right there!
[Supervisor]
This is not over.
You will surrendering.
Hey! Surrender this!
[Gribble] Whoo! Oh!
Ki! What are you doing?
I will not letting
you do this.
Insolence!
You cannot stopping this.
This is the way
it has always being.
[Supervisor shouting]
No. No. No!
This is not the way
it is always being.
She lied to us!
Look!
We were not meant
to being raised
by machines.
We were meant
to be raised
by families.
By parents.
We were meant to
having that... that...
That crazy love thing?
That crazy love thing.
[Supervisor shouting]
Never!
[grumbles] You fool.
I saved you!
Before any of you
were even born,
I realized
we do not have time
to raise hatchlings.
And the males? Ha!
They never helped.
Always dancing
and playing.
That is why we must
throw them away.
There must be order.
Arresting the evildoers!
Evildoer, you.
No! I did this for you!
I did this
for all of you!
Be quite, evil one
You will be sorry.
Let me go!
[Martians cheering]
[Mom exhales]
[mechanical grunting]
So, are you gonna stay?
Wow.
Wow... [laughs]
Um...
Actually,
I think I'm gonna...
You know,
Mars is different now.
I'm gonna hang out
with Ki and...
[laughs] ...help
paint and stuff.
He's really good
at red.
[laughs] Stop it.
So will I ever
see you again?
What, are you kidding me?
Of course.
We'll keep in touch.
How?
What do you mean "how?"
I could fix it. It's gonna
be Gribbletastic. [laughs]
Best buds?
You better believe it.
Ooh.
Thank you, Gribble.
Your mother would
be proud of you.
It's my pleasure.
Oh, man. Oh!
[laughs]
[TwoCat whirring]
I'm not crying.
It's allergies.
Silly. [sniffles]
Bye! Goodbye!
Bye.
[Milo] Bye!
[makes retching sound]
Oh. Penut butter
[Milo laughs]
[sighs]
I love you, Milo.
I know that... now.
[door opens]
[Milo] Dad!
[chuckles]
Hi, stinker.
Hi, honey.
Hi.
Mm.
Did something happen
to Milo this weekend?
[laser blast outside]
Uh...
Color.
[indistinct chatter]
[man on TV]
Flower power!
It's gonna change
the world, man!
[cooing]
[chittering]
[laughs]
[man] Mark.
No, that's vomit.
But I understand
the confusion.
I thought I told you
to eat that.
Well, you're not gonna
make me eat it now,
are you?
Mom!
Oh. My mom. She...
she vacuums the house.
You know, she vacuums
the house. My...
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Yeah, she's the one.
Yeah, that... No.
Vaca-oom! Vaca-oom!
Vaca-oom! Vaca...
[mimics buzzing sound,
explosion]
[mimics Darth Vader
breathing through helmet]
I'm just messing with you.
[laughs]
Oh, don't mind this guy.
He's a...
I just tried to train him
to be like my wingman,
you know,
but he's useless.
It's more like
a wing nut. Yeah!
No, you know what?
As a matter of fact,
this is gonna be...
Gribbletastic.
[laughs] Yeah!
[screaming]
How about running,
for starters?
Go, go, go, go!
And he's off!
Yes! Finally.
[rapping]
Gribble! Stop being
such an idiot and
tell me which way!
Whoa, whoa. Did you
just call me an idiot?
[man] Mark.
[whimpering]
[speaking Martian]
[shouting in Martian]
Get... Oh!
Wait a minute!
Gribble!
[screaming]
Let's hit
every single pipe
on the way down!
[grunts] Gribble!
I'm trying!
Whoa!
[both shouting]
Again with the shooting?
We just talked about this.
I think that... I think
that they're amazing and...
I think that, um...
I think that
you're amazing.
[laughs] Gribble!
You can change color!
What?
That is also... "bad."
[man] Mark.
Chute...
Whoa! [blows raspberry]
...number... three!
One, two, three!
Come on, Grib.
We gotta go!
They'll figure it out!
No, they won't.
They're dumb as
a box of rocks.
[grunting]
What dummy
left that there?
[shouts]
[panting]
[hisses]
[both speaking Martian]
[screaming]
No! Mom. Mom!
Mom. Mom! Mom, listen.
Mom, look at me.
Mom, look at me.
Look at me.
I'll explain everything,
but later. OK?
Right now we've
just gotta get
to the ship.
The ship?
The ship.
What ship!
That ship!
[techno music plays]