ReBoot (1994–2002): Season 1, Episode 6 - In the Belly of the Beast - full transcript
Hack, Slash, and the Viral Binomes uncover an unformat command at Old Man Peterson's Data Dump. Unfortuniately, Frisket the dog ate it, which caused him to have stomach aches. Megabyte orders Hack and Slash to kidnap Enzo to lure Frisket to a trap in order for Megabyte to have the dog caged and secured so he he can retrieve the unformat command. But Enzo isn't going to let a virus hurt his dog.
(ReBoot - 1x06: In the Belly of the Beast
EN-SDH)
BOB, V.O.: I come
from the net,
through systems,
peoples, and cities,
to this place...
Mainframe.
My format: Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my
new-found friends,
their hopes and dreams.
To defend them from...
their enemies.
(♪ instrumental)
(thunder)
(surging)
They say the User lives
outside the net,
and inputs Games
for pleasure.
No one knows
for sure...
But I intend
to find out.
ReBoot!
♪
(machines whirring)
-(Scottish accent)
Let me go, you tin can!
I can't get
any work done
with you rolling
teapots
showing up
over and over!
(vid window clicks)
-MEGABYTE: Ah,
Mr. Pearson,
How very nice to
see you again.
Have you anything interesting
for me this time?
-I tell ya, no,
like I told ya before!
I've got nothing,
you nosey git!
What, are ya daft?!
-Hmm...
Charming, as always.
Get me the log, Hack.
(both grumbling)
-HACK: No, Slash over
there, Hack over here...
-SLASH: I'm blue.
-HACK: Hack and Slash,
-HACK: We're
subservient!
-SLASH: And mean.
-MEGABYTE: Yes,
whatever...
The log...
(display whirring)
(beep)
-MEGABYTE: An old
unformat command...
Really, Mr. Pearson...
Do you always
lie to me...?
-Eheh, must've
slipped my memory!
Uh, "sir."
-Go out into the dump and
retrieve that command.
As for our host,
Why don't you
show Mr. Pearson
How I feel about
his general...
dishonesty...?
-PEARSON: Ach! Go
ahead, do your worst!
(clang)
It'll take more than
that to break me,
ya ruddy big viral git!
♪
(window pops)
-SLASH: Oh boy, I hope we find it...
-HACK: Ohh, that's not it!
-SLASH: Well, how 'bout this?
-HACK: No, no!
-HACK: That's not it, oh no!
-SLASH: Aww... but it...
-SLASH: But it's nice.
-HACK: No!
(irritated sigh)
-MEGABYTE: A reward to
the one who finds it.
(clang)
-I found it sir,
yes indeed-y!
It was me, all me!
-Excellent.
See if it will still
hold a charge.
(whirring)
-SLASH: Ready!
-HACK: Full power!
-SLASH: You bet!
-Very good.
Now for your reward...
Hack?
(zap)
(surging)
(comedic sliding)
Fully functional...
How convenient.
Bring it to me.
(swiping at air)
(laughing)
(Hack laughing,
Slash grunting)
(whirring)
-SLASH: Uh oh.
(crunch)
-HACK & SLASH:
WHO-O-OA!
-HACK: Perhaps you'd like
a little MORE room?!
-SLASH: Excuse me, it's
dark, I cannot see.
-HACK: Stretch out!
-SLASH: You are
close to me.
-Hi, trash diggers!
-HACK & SLASH:
Who's that?!
-BOB: I know garbage like
you BELONGS in the dump,
But why don't you quit
bugging Old Man Pearson?
-HACK & SLASH: Bob?
-HACK: It's Bob!
-SLASH: Sounds
like him...
-HACK & SLASH: GET HIM!
(ABC whirring)
-Uh oh.
Time to jam.
(clunk)
(crash)
Hope they're insured!
(crunch)
(crunch)
(clunk)
(blink blink)
(Frisket growling)
(creaking)
(both grunting)
(Slash laughing)
(whine)
-HACK: Ohh, look what
you've done now!
-SLASH: You're
always touching me!
I told you not to
touch me there!
(sniffing)
-SLASH: He's touchin' it.
-HACK: Nice puppy...
-SLASH: Hey, nice doggie...
HEY!
-DON'T TOUCH THAT!
-DON'T TOUCH THAT!
(gulp)
(happy barking)
(clunk)
(nervous laughter)
(both yelling)
-HACK: Ohh, now what...?
-SLASH: Ugh... oh... what...
(both groaning)
-Hey, Flap and Jack!
I thought I told
you to get lost!
-SLASH: Uhmm...
-HACK: You're Slap...
-HACK: I'm Slack...
(thud) -Ohh! -Ohh!
-Slash. Yeah, I know.
BOB: So, how's that?
-You're not getting
any medals,
till you cut and paste
me out of THIS,
lad!
♪
-(sighs)
-An extraordinary
performance, gentlemen...
Not only did you let Bob
make fools of us all,
But do I understand
correctly,
That you let a DOG
EAT MY UNFORMAT
COMMAND?!
-SLASH: Sorry boss!
-HACK: We'll get
the dog now!
-SLASH: Yes we will, oh boy.
-HACK: Right away!
-No, no. My way is
so much easier.
-HACK: Which way...
-SLASH: ...is that?
-Enzo.
Get me the boy.
-BOB: Betcha can't guess
where I just came from!
(Cecil sniffs)
-CECIL: Ah,
Monsieur Bob,
pas le mondre idée.
But you do have a
distinctive aroma.
How does one put
it delicately...?
You STINK!
-DOT: Ugh, well, that
explains the rumour
that you turned Hack and Slash
into scrap over at the dump.
-Yeah, just givin'
Megabyte's goons
a little incentive to leave
Old Man Pearson alone.
(door opens,
patrons gasp)
(weak growling)
(burp)
(crash)
-Getting sick for one?
Hmm. I'm sorry,
but you have no
reservation.
Go on, shoo!
Dépêchez vous!
-Cecil, there's something
wrong with him!
He NEVER comes inside!
-(Frisket growls)
-DOT: Go ahead, he won't bite.
-Yeah, right...
(weak growling)
(sniff sniff sniff)
(click)
(motor whirs weakly)
(revving)
-DOT: What's
wrong with him?
-BOB: I don't know...
What's the
problem, boy?
(growls)
(burp)
(passes gas)
-DOT: Maybe it's
something he ate.
-BOB: Really? What was
your first clue, doctor?
Glitch, viewer scope.
(whirrs)
He swallowed an old
sector blanking command.
It's trying to
unformat his stomach.
(burp)
Glitch, med-gun.
(whir)
A little puppy peptic,
That's the
best I can do.
We'll just have to
hope he can, uh...
stomach that thing.
-CECIL: Monsieur! This is a
fine dining establishment,
not a veterinary
hospital!
-BOB: Yeah, c'mon boy,
let's go outside.
(growls)
...When you're ready.
(burp)
Frisket won't listen
to anybody but Enzo,
where is he, anyway?
-DOT: He's due home from
school any nanosecond.
Frisket? Go
find Enzo, boy!
Go on, go find Enzo!
(Frisket groans)
(sniffing)
(passes gas)
(doors open)
-ALL: Phew!
(weak growling)
(zip-board whirring)
(happy woof)
-ENZO: Hey, Frisket!
(weak groaning)
What's wrong, fella?
You not feeling well?
(spring)
Hey! Lemme go,
metal-heads!
(growling)
-LET'S MOTOR!
-LET'S MOTOR!
(straining)
(growling)
-ENZO: Alright, Frisket!
Sic 'em!
(clunk)
(barking)
(weak growling)
-HACK: Come an' get it!
-SLASH: C'mon, puppy! Hey! Heh heh.
-SLASH: Want a chip?!
-HACK: C'mon, puppy!
(whistling)
(clunk, whirring)
-Do hurry.
We have to get that
command out of him
before it deteriorates
any further.
(clang)
-Hey! Let him go!
I'll erase every
last one of you
if you hurt him!
Ha hah... "hurt..."
is not the word,
child...
Take him...
to the tank.
(growling)
♪
(kids chattering)
-BOB: Enzo and Frisket?
-DOT: Yeah.
-BOB: Worried
about 'em?
-They should've been
here microseconds ago.
(♪ mad scientist
music)
(angry barking,
crashing)
(angry barking)
You guys'll be sorry
you ever messed
with this boy!
Not to mention his dog!
(angry barking)
(clunk)
(Frisket growling)
(whirring)
(clicks, locks)
(whines)
(lasers pulsing)
(angry growling)
(bark!)
(Binome yelling)
-We must move more
quickly, gentlemen.
(metal screeching)
(whirring)
(clang)
(growling)
(tapping) Ah, contentious
to the last,
very admirable.
Open him.
Now.
-Open him?!
As in, operate?!
(crazed cackling)
(device whirring)
(surges)
No! No!
-The boy doesn't
need to see this.
He's served
his purpose.
Dump him at the
city limits.
-Can't I at least
say goodbye?
-MEGABYTE: Well...
No.
-ENZO: Stop! You can't!
I'm sure you'll find
something else to play with.
(chuckles)
-Yeah...
Maybe I WILL...
-Hurry! The signal
is growing weak!
(crazed cackling)
-HACK: Hey!
-SLASH: Hey!
-SLASH: Hey, look at this, what is that?
-HACK: Ooh, it defies physics!
-HACK & SLASH: Ooh,
up and down...
-HACK: Hey, can you do "walk the dog"?
-SLASH: Hey, can you do "around the world"?
-Play with THIS!
-(alarm)
-COMPUTER: Containment
field off.
-Yes!
-Reactivate the
energy field!
(yelps)
(growls)
(bark!)
Must I do
everything myself?!
(bark!)
(crash)
(growling)
(loud echoing roar)
(alarm buzzing)
(Frisket barking)
(woof!)
-What a batch of
dip-switches!
(beep)
-After them!
♪
-ENZO: This way!
-MEGABYTE: Cut
them off!
(Frisket panting)
(sniffs, growls)
-ENZO: This way,
Frisket, we lost 'em!
(growls)
(growls)
Uh oh...
(bark!)
(whines)
(woof!)
ENZO: Hey!
(binomes yelp)
(Enzo laughing)
(spring)
(slyly) Gee, Frisket, these
wires look important.
It SURE would be awful
If somethin' were to
happen to them, huh?
(growls)
(crash)
-Where did they go?!
(power surges)
They're at the
power controls...
Activate emergency
lighting!
(click)
Go that way.
I'll slip around
behind them.
NOW we have them,
(chuckles)
(growls)
(sniffs)
(growls)
(passes gas)
-Uh oh. Crowd up ahead.
This way!
Dude!
Look at all the
cool stuff!
(growls)
(spring)
(whine)
(barking, clattering)
(growling)
♪
(blink blink)
You guys are toast!
-BACKSPACE, BACKSPACE!
(zap)
(pop)
(growl)
(growl)
(missiles firing)
(explosions)
(clang)
-MEGABYTE: We're not
running away now,
are we...?
-VARIOUS: Uhh, no boss!
No! Uh-uh!
(skidding)
(zoom)
(thud)
(CRASH)
(whirring)
(thud)
-ENZO: This is too cool,
huh, Frisket?
(yelp)
Huh?!
(crash, clunk)
(crashing)
(whirs)
(loud hollow clang)
(slam, screeching
metal)
(yelp)
Whoa!
(beep)
(thud)
(crash)
(crunch)
(slam)
(clunk)
♪
(whine)
(crash)
-MEGABYTE: I want
my command, cur...
(arf!)
(bonk)
(clanging)
(growl)
(angry growl)
Hm...
I employ underlings
for just such
an occasion.
Hack! Slash!
-HACK: Aw noo...
-SLASH: Aw, c'mon boss!
-SLASH: I have
a headache!
(loud barking, crash)
-Sorry, boss!
-Sorry, boss!
(Frisket passes gas)
(sigh)
♪
(click)
(whirs)
-C'mon, Frisket,
what are you
waiting for?
(uncomfortable growl)
(passes gas, plop)
Eww, Frisket!
(embarrassed growl)
♪
(whines)
(whirring)
ENZO: Frisket!
Follow me-e-e-e!
(bonk)
You can do it, boy!
Just slide down!
(arf! arf!)
(whistles, bonk)
Or just...
jump!
(happy bark)
Heh! You're feeling
better, aren't you, boy?
(zip-boards whirring)
(skidding)
-DOT: Enzo,
are you okay?
-BOB: Yeah, we were
comin' to save you!
-From what?
-From Megabyte!
What happened?
-Oh, nothing.
Me and good old
Frisket here
just kicked
Megabyte's bitmap.
That's all.
(Frisket panting
happily)
-BOB: Looks like we
owe ya one, boy.
(growls)
Uhh, right!
Uh, good dog!
-No...
great dog.
(Frisket passes gas)
(whine)
♪
-HACK: We should... we should follow him!
-SLASH: We should follow him!
-SLASH: Yeah!
-HACK: And we should...
-HACK: Get the command!
(plop)
-SLASH: And
we WILL fail!
-HACK: We will f-- we
will NOT fail him!
-SLASH: Right...
-Never mind...
I think I've already
found it...
Someone delete that!
And clean up
this place!
(splat)
-HACK: Uh oh!
-SLASH: I think he means us.
EN-SDH)
BOB, V.O.: I come
from the net,
through systems,
peoples, and cities,
to this place...
Mainframe.
My format: Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my
new-found friends,
their hopes and dreams.
To defend them from...
their enemies.
(♪ instrumental)
(thunder)
(surging)
They say the User lives
outside the net,
and inputs Games
for pleasure.
No one knows
for sure...
But I intend
to find out.
ReBoot!
♪
(machines whirring)
-(Scottish accent)
Let me go, you tin can!
I can't get
any work done
with you rolling
teapots
showing up
over and over!
(vid window clicks)
-MEGABYTE: Ah,
Mr. Pearson,
How very nice to
see you again.
Have you anything interesting
for me this time?
-I tell ya, no,
like I told ya before!
I've got nothing,
you nosey git!
What, are ya daft?!
-Hmm...
Charming, as always.
Get me the log, Hack.
(both grumbling)
-HACK: No, Slash over
there, Hack over here...
-SLASH: I'm blue.
-HACK: Hack and Slash,
-HACK: We're
subservient!
-SLASH: And mean.
-MEGABYTE: Yes,
whatever...
The log...
(display whirring)
(beep)
-MEGABYTE: An old
unformat command...
Really, Mr. Pearson...
Do you always
lie to me...?
-Eheh, must've
slipped my memory!
Uh, "sir."
-Go out into the dump and
retrieve that command.
As for our host,
Why don't you
show Mr. Pearson
How I feel about
his general...
dishonesty...?
-PEARSON: Ach! Go
ahead, do your worst!
(clang)
It'll take more than
that to break me,
ya ruddy big viral git!
♪
(window pops)
-SLASH: Oh boy, I hope we find it...
-HACK: Ohh, that's not it!
-SLASH: Well, how 'bout this?
-HACK: No, no!
-HACK: That's not it, oh no!
-SLASH: Aww... but it...
-SLASH: But it's nice.
-HACK: No!
(irritated sigh)
-MEGABYTE: A reward to
the one who finds it.
(clang)
-I found it sir,
yes indeed-y!
It was me, all me!
-Excellent.
See if it will still
hold a charge.
(whirring)
-SLASH: Ready!
-HACK: Full power!
-SLASH: You bet!
-Very good.
Now for your reward...
Hack?
(zap)
(surging)
(comedic sliding)
Fully functional...
How convenient.
Bring it to me.
(swiping at air)
(laughing)
(Hack laughing,
Slash grunting)
(whirring)
-SLASH: Uh oh.
(crunch)
-HACK & SLASH:
WHO-O-OA!
-HACK: Perhaps you'd like
a little MORE room?!
-SLASH: Excuse me, it's
dark, I cannot see.
-HACK: Stretch out!
-SLASH: You are
close to me.
-Hi, trash diggers!
-HACK & SLASH:
Who's that?!
-BOB: I know garbage like
you BELONGS in the dump,
But why don't you quit
bugging Old Man Pearson?
-HACK & SLASH: Bob?
-HACK: It's Bob!
-SLASH: Sounds
like him...
-HACK & SLASH: GET HIM!
(ABC whirring)
-Uh oh.
Time to jam.
(clunk)
(crash)
Hope they're insured!
(crunch)
(crunch)
(clunk)
(blink blink)
(Frisket growling)
(creaking)
(both grunting)
(Slash laughing)
(whine)
-HACK: Ohh, look what
you've done now!
-SLASH: You're
always touching me!
I told you not to
touch me there!
(sniffing)
-SLASH: He's touchin' it.
-HACK: Nice puppy...
-SLASH: Hey, nice doggie...
HEY!
-DON'T TOUCH THAT!
-DON'T TOUCH THAT!
(gulp)
(happy barking)
(clunk)
(nervous laughter)
(both yelling)
-HACK: Ohh, now what...?
-SLASH: Ugh... oh... what...
(both groaning)
-Hey, Flap and Jack!
I thought I told
you to get lost!
-SLASH: Uhmm...
-HACK: You're Slap...
-HACK: I'm Slack...
(thud) -Ohh! -Ohh!
-Slash. Yeah, I know.
BOB: So, how's that?
-You're not getting
any medals,
till you cut and paste
me out of THIS,
lad!
♪
-(sighs)
-An extraordinary
performance, gentlemen...
Not only did you let Bob
make fools of us all,
But do I understand
correctly,
That you let a DOG
EAT MY UNFORMAT
COMMAND?!
-SLASH: Sorry boss!
-HACK: We'll get
the dog now!
-SLASH: Yes we will, oh boy.
-HACK: Right away!
-No, no. My way is
so much easier.
-HACK: Which way...
-SLASH: ...is that?
-Enzo.
Get me the boy.
-BOB: Betcha can't guess
where I just came from!
(Cecil sniffs)
-CECIL: Ah,
Monsieur Bob,
pas le mondre idée.
But you do have a
distinctive aroma.
How does one put
it delicately...?
You STINK!
-DOT: Ugh, well, that
explains the rumour
that you turned Hack and Slash
into scrap over at the dump.
-Yeah, just givin'
Megabyte's goons
a little incentive to leave
Old Man Pearson alone.
(door opens,
patrons gasp)
(weak growling)
(burp)
(crash)
-Getting sick for one?
Hmm. I'm sorry,
but you have no
reservation.
Go on, shoo!
Dépêchez vous!
-Cecil, there's something
wrong with him!
He NEVER comes inside!
-(Frisket growls)
-DOT: Go ahead, he won't bite.
-Yeah, right...
(weak growling)
(sniff sniff sniff)
(click)
(motor whirs weakly)
(revving)
-DOT: What's
wrong with him?
-BOB: I don't know...
What's the
problem, boy?
(growls)
(burp)
(passes gas)
-DOT: Maybe it's
something he ate.
-BOB: Really? What was
your first clue, doctor?
Glitch, viewer scope.
(whirrs)
He swallowed an old
sector blanking command.
It's trying to
unformat his stomach.
(burp)
Glitch, med-gun.
(whir)
A little puppy peptic,
That's the
best I can do.
We'll just have to
hope he can, uh...
stomach that thing.
-CECIL: Monsieur! This is a
fine dining establishment,
not a veterinary
hospital!
-BOB: Yeah, c'mon boy,
let's go outside.
(growls)
...When you're ready.
(burp)
Frisket won't listen
to anybody but Enzo,
where is he, anyway?
-DOT: He's due home from
school any nanosecond.
Frisket? Go
find Enzo, boy!
Go on, go find Enzo!
(Frisket groans)
(sniffing)
(passes gas)
(doors open)
-ALL: Phew!
(weak growling)
(zip-board whirring)
(happy woof)
-ENZO: Hey, Frisket!
(weak groaning)
What's wrong, fella?
You not feeling well?
(spring)
Hey! Lemme go,
metal-heads!
(growling)
-LET'S MOTOR!
-LET'S MOTOR!
(straining)
(growling)
-ENZO: Alright, Frisket!
Sic 'em!
(clunk)
(barking)
(weak growling)
-HACK: Come an' get it!
-SLASH: C'mon, puppy! Hey! Heh heh.
-SLASH: Want a chip?!
-HACK: C'mon, puppy!
(whistling)
(clunk, whirring)
-Do hurry.
We have to get that
command out of him
before it deteriorates
any further.
(clang)
-Hey! Let him go!
I'll erase every
last one of you
if you hurt him!
Ha hah... "hurt..."
is not the word,
child...
Take him...
to the tank.
(growling)
♪
(kids chattering)
-BOB: Enzo and Frisket?
-DOT: Yeah.
-BOB: Worried
about 'em?
-They should've been
here microseconds ago.
(♪ mad scientist
music)
(angry barking,
crashing)
(angry barking)
You guys'll be sorry
you ever messed
with this boy!
Not to mention his dog!
(angry barking)
(clunk)
(Frisket growling)
(whirring)
(clicks, locks)
(whines)
(lasers pulsing)
(angry growling)
(bark!)
(Binome yelling)
-We must move more
quickly, gentlemen.
(metal screeching)
(whirring)
(clang)
(growling)
(tapping) Ah, contentious
to the last,
very admirable.
Open him.
Now.
-Open him?!
As in, operate?!
(crazed cackling)
(device whirring)
(surges)
No! No!
-The boy doesn't
need to see this.
He's served
his purpose.
Dump him at the
city limits.
-Can't I at least
say goodbye?
-MEGABYTE: Well...
No.
-ENZO: Stop! You can't!
I'm sure you'll find
something else to play with.
(chuckles)
-Yeah...
Maybe I WILL...
-Hurry! The signal
is growing weak!
(crazed cackling)
-HACK: Hey!
-SLASH: Hey!
-SLASH: Hey, look at this, what is that?
-HACK: Ooh, it defies physics!
-HACK & SLASH: Ooh,
up and down...
-HACK: Hey, can you do "walk the dog"?
-SLASH: Hey, can you do "around the world"?
-Play with THIS!
-(alarm)
-COMPUTER: Containment
field off.
-Yes!
-Reactivate the
energy field!
(yelps)
(growls)
(bark!)
Must I do
everything myself?!
(bark!)
(crash)
(growling)
(loud echoing roar)
(alarm buzzing)
(Frisket barking)
(woof!)
-What a batch of
dip-switches!
(beep)
-After them!
♪
-ENZO: This way!
-MEGABYTE: Cut
them off!
(Frisket panting)
(sniffs, growls)
-ENZO: This way,
Frisket, we lost 'em!
(growls)
(growls)
Uh oh...
(bark!)
(whines)
(woof!)
ENZO: Hey!
(binomes yelp)
(Enzo laughing)
(spring)
(slyly) Gee, Frisket, these
wires look important.
It SURE would be awful
If somethin' were to
happen to them, huh?
(growls)
(crash)
-Where did they go?!
(power surges)
They're at the
power controls...
Activate emergency
lighting!
(click)
Go that way.
I'll slip around
behind them.
NOW we have them,
(chuckles)
(growls)
(sniffs)
(growls)
(passes gas)
-Uh oh. Crowd up ahead.
This way!
Dude!
Look at all the
cool stuff!
(growls)
(spring)
(whine)
(barking, clattering)
(growling)
♪
(blink blink)
You guys are toast!
-BACKSPACE, BACKSPACE!
(zap)
(pop)
(growl)
(growl)
(missiles firing)
(explosions)
(clang)
-MEGABYTE: We're not
running away now,
are we...?
-VARIOUS: Uhh, no boss!
No! Uh-uh!
(skidding)
(zoom)
(thud)
(CRASH)
(whirring)
(thud)
-ENZO: This is too cool,
huh, Frisket?
(yelp)
Huh?!
(crash, clunk)
(crashing)
(whirs)
(loud hollow clang)
(slam, screeching
metal)
(yelp)
Whoa!
(beep)
(thud)
(crash)
(crunch)
(slam)
(clunk)
♪
(whine)
(crash)
-MEGABYTE: I want
my command, cur...
(arf!)
(bonk)
(clanging)
(growl)
(angry growl)
Hm...
I employ underlings
for just such
an occasion.
Hack! Slash!
-HACK: Aw noo...
-SLASH: Aw, c'mon boss!
-SLASH: I have
a headache!
(loud barking, crash)
-Sorry, boss!
-Sorry, boss!
(Frisket passes gas)
(sigh)
♪
(click)
(whirs)
-C'mon, Frisket,
what are you
waiting for?
(uncomfortable growl)
(passes gas, plop)
Eww, Frisket!
(embarrassed growl)
♪
(whines)
(whirring)
ENZO: Frisket!
Follow me-e-e-e!
(bonk)
You can do it, boy!
Just slide down!
(arf! arf!)
(whistles, bonk)
Or just...
jump!
(happy bark)
Heh! You're feeling
better, aren't you, boy?
(zip-boards whirring)
(skidding)
-DOT: Enzo,
are you okay?
-BOB: Yeah, we were
comin' to save you!
-From what?
-From Megabyte!
What happened?
-Oh, nothing.
Me and good old
Frisket here
just kicked
Megabyte's bitmap.
That's all.
(Frisket panting
happily)
-BOB: Looks like we
owe ya one, boy.
(growls)
Uhh, right!
Uh, good dog!
-No...
great dog.
(Frisket passes gas)
(whine)
♪
-HACK: We should... we should follow him!
-SLASH: We should follow him!
-SLASH: Yeah!
-HACK: And we should...
-HACK: Get the command!
(plop)
-SLASH: And
we WILL fail!
-HACK: We will f-- we
will NOT fail him!
-SLASH: Right...
-Never mind...
I think I've already
found it...
Someone delete that!
And clean up
this place!
(splat)
-HACK: Uh oh!
-SLASH: I think he means us.