Regular Show (2009–2017): Season 8, Episode 2 - Cool Bro Bots - full transcript
A group of robots come to help the guys in the dome
[♪♪♪]
Quick, get inside.
Hurry.
Do you think they saw us?
Shh.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[WHIMPERING]
[ALL SCREAM]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.
We didn't know
anyone was in here.
Please don't kill us.
I'm afraid
we'll have to kill you.
With kindness.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Yes, we are
Brocyclian helper bots.
We are programmed
to assist others in need.
I am R-656.
This is R-657, 8, and 9.
Yeah, we can't wait
to help you.
We saw you on our radar
and thought you might need help.
Huddle.
I don't know
about these guys.
We shouldn't trust them.
Guys,
we're drifting in space.
They could be
our only chance.
How do we know if they're
actually going to help us?
We could just ask them.
Well, who's gonna ask?
Ah, fine.
Brobots, can you help us
get back to Earth?
Yes, let us show you.
Huh. I can't believe
I never noticed this before.
The organic fuel
synthesizer
takes all natural resources
from your park
and converts them
into fuel for your dome.
Observe.
[WHIRS]
[BEEPING]
Once the meter
reaches full capacity,
you will have just enough power
to get you back to Earth.
Wow. You hear that, guys?
Manual labour
is gonna save our lives.
Everybody grab a brobot
and get to work.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Heh heh heh.
Dude, there's something shady
about those guys.
Let's follow them.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
Mwah.
Dude, maybe we're wrong
about these guys.
They actually seem
pretty nice.
Yeah, too nice.
They did say they were
gonna kill us with kindness.
Killing is killing, dude.
You're being paranoid.
Don't call me paranoid.
It makes me paranoid.
Shh, shh. Wait.
Aha. Aha.
What did I tell you?
Hmm-hmm.
Let's follow him.
Access granted.
Dude,
we got to get in there.
How? We're not robots.
Hmm.
011011.
011011.
Access granted.
BOTH: Zero-o-o-o-o.
COMPUTER: State your bounty,
Reaper-bot R-659.
Reaper-bot?
Computer, deposit ready.
Please place organic materials
in containment unit.
Deposit accepted.
Value on robot black market--
2,000 credits.
Aw, yeah.
Stealing from others--
what us Reaper-bots do best.
I can't believe they think
we're actually helping them.
[ROBOTIC CHUCKLE]
Those liars.
They were playing us
right from the start.
Look at all this stuff.
They must be harvesting plants
from all over the galaxy.
Whoa. This one's craze-o.
Dude, come here.
You might want to look at this.
Reaper-bots?
Really?
It's true.
They're stealing
all our plants
and harvesting them
for their own.
We saw it ourselves.
That's ridiculous.
They're the best thing
that's happened to us
since we left Earth.
They're the only thing
that's happened to us.
Hello, friends.
You look parched.
We converted
this terrible sour fruit
into a sweet
and refreshing drink
especially for you.
Oh, nice.
Lemonade. My favourite.
No. Aah.
We're not buying it, brobots.
Or should I say
Reaper-bots.
We found your evil plan. See?
Yes, our plan
for helping you.
But you drew Xs
over our faces.
The Xs help to remind us
who to help.
X marks the spot...
for helping.
A likely story...
for a liar.
Somebody tried to warn us
about you.
Oh, wait.
That's just an advertisement.
Read the whole text.
Huh?
BOTH: "Trust no one...
who says their pizza is better
than Papa Quasars"?
BOTH: Wha-a-a-a-at?
Hello, Earthlings.
I brought this hot disk
of flour and cheese for you.
See? Pizza.
Are you guys satisfied now?
Pizza's the oldest trick
in the book.
Yeah.
We still think
you brobots should leave.
Wow, as a robot
who can't feel real emotions,
I must say that hurt.
Who says no
to free pizza?
Not cool, bros.
Why are you guys
being so mean to them?
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
I am detecting mass tension.
I guess we'll have to find
some other beings
to enjoy our pizza with.
No, no. Wait.
Don't go. Please don't go.
Don't listen to those bozos.
They were just about to leave.
But--
Just get inside, now.
Stop.
Hey, you almost hit him.
How rude.
Uh, yeah.
I, uh, meant to do that.
Who are you people?
I don't know.
You don't know who you are?
Oh, I do. There's
just no time to explain.
These Reaper-bots
are harvesting your
natural resources as we speak.
You filthy metal heads
only help others
to help yourselves.
Nuh-uh.
Our motives are genuine.
How can you
trust these people?
They could be space pirates.
Say that to my gun,
you Reaper scum.
Park friends,
think of all the nice things
we've done for you today.
Does that not
mean anything to you?
Well, this is
certainly a pickle.
I'm not sure
who we can trust.
I put my money
on the new guys. Look.
[YELLS]
What is that thing,
brobots?
Oh, that? That's, uh--
Ah, who are we kidding?
Reaper-bots, attack.
Quick, this way.
[ALL PANTING]
Here, arm yourselves. Unh.
[GRUNTS]
Heh heh heh heh.
Hey, baby blue.
You want some more?
Come get it.
[YELLS]
[ROARS]
We're gonna need
more firepower.
Loud and clear.
Gonna need back-up.
I repeat, back-up.
Aah.
Aah.
Ow.
Hole-in-one.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
It's not working.
Heh heh heh heh.
Aah.
[GROANS]
Dude,
you found his weak spot.
BOTH: Aim for the beard.
Yaah.
Hey, buddy,
I hate to bust your chops,
but logging season is over.
Looks like
we lumber jacked him up.
Ha ha. Not bad.
Wow, those robots
really had us fooled.
It's like my father
always told me--
If someone's
being nice to you,
they probably have
ulterior motives.
Sorry we didn't
believe you guys.
It's okay, Benson.
Yeah, no hard feelings.
Not everyone's
as smart as we is.
Let's go to the control room.
We got to get out of here.
Control room?
Come on.
This is just Pops' room.
Is it?
[RUMBLING]
Are you taking us
back to Earth?
Nah.
We've got other plans.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Quick, get inside.
Hurry.
Do you think they saw us?
Shh.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[WHIMPERING]
[ALL SCREAM]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.
We didn't know
anyone was in here.
Please don't kill us.
I'm afraid
we'll have to kill you.
With kindness.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Yes, we are
Brocyclian helper bots.
We are programmed
to assist others in need.
I am R-656.
This is R-657, 8, and 9.
Yeah, we can't wait
to help you.
We saw you on our radar
and thought you might need help.
Huddle.
I don't know
about these guys.
We shouldn't trust them.
Guys,
we're drifting in space.
They could be
our only chance.
How do we know if they're
actually going to help us?
We could just ask them.
Well, who's gonna ask?
Ah, fine.
Brobots, can you help us
get back to Earth?
Yes, let us show you.
Huh. I can't believe
I never noticed this before.
The organic fuel
synthesizer
takes all natural resources
from your park
and converts them
into fuel for your dome.
Observe.
[WHIRS]
[BEEPING]
Once the meter
reaches full capacity,
you will have just enough power
to get you back to Earth.
Wow. You hear that, guys?
Manual labour
is gonna save our lives.
Everybody grab a brobot
and get to work.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
Heh heh heh.
Dude, there's something shady
about those guys.
Let's follow them.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH GASP]
Mwah.
Dude, maybe we're wrong
about these guys.
They actually seem
pretty nice.
Yeah, too nice.
They did say they were
gonna kill us with kindness.
Killing is killing, dude.
You're being paranoid.
Don't call me paranoid.
It makes me paranoid.
Shh, shh. Wait.
Aha. Aha.
What did I tell you?
Hmm-hmm.
Let's follow him.
Access granted.
Dude,
we got to get in there.
How? We're not robots.
Hmm.
011011.
011011.
Access granted.
BOTH: Zero-o-o-o-o.
COMPUTER: State your bounty,
Reaper-bot R-659.
Reaper-bot?
Computer, deposit ready.
Please place organic materials
in containment unit.
Deposit accepted.
Value on robot black market--
2,000 credits.
Aw, yeah.
Stealing from others--
what us Reaper-bots do best.
I can't believe they think
we're actually helping them.
[ROBOTIC CHUCKLE]
Those liars.
They were playing us
right from the start.
Look at all this stuff.
They must be harvesting plants
from all over the galaxy.
Whoa. This one's craze-o.
Dude, come here.
You might want to look at this.
Reaper-bots?
Really?
It's true.
They're stealing
all our plants
and harvesting them
for their own.
We saw it ourselves.
That's ridiculous.
They're the best thing
that's happened to us
since we left Earth.
They're the only thing
that's happened to us.
Hello, friends.
You look parched.
We converted
this terrible sour fruit
into a sweet
and refreshing drink
especially for you.
Oh, nice.
Lemonade. My favourite.
No. Aah.
We're not buying it, brobots.
Or should I say
Reaper-bots.
We found your evil plan. See?
Yes, our plan
for helping you.
But you drew Xs
over our faces.
The Xs help to remind us
who to help.
X marks the spot...
for helping.
A likely story...
for a liar.
Somebody tried to warn us
about you.
Oh, wait.
That's just an advertisement.
Read the whole text.
Huh?
BOTH: "Trust no one...
who says their pizza is better
than Papa Quasars"?
BOTH: Wha-a-a-a-at?
Hello, Earthlings.
I brought this hot disk
of flour and cheese for you.
See? Pizza.
Are you guys satisfied now?
Pizza's the oldest trick
in the book.
Yeah.
We still think
you brobots should leave.
Wow, as a robot
who can't feel real emotions,
I must say that hurt.
Who says no
to free pizza?
Not cool, bros.
Why are you guys
being so mean to them?
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
I am detecting mass tension.
I guess we'll have to find
some other beings
to enjoy our pizza with.
No, no. Wait.
Don't go. Please don't go.
Don't listen to those bozos.
They were just about to leave.
But--
Just get inside, now.
Stop.
Hey, you almost hit him.
How rude.
Uh, yeah.
I, uh, meant to do that.
Who are you people?
I don't know.
You don't know who you are?
Oh, I do. There's
just no time to explain.
These Reaper-bots
are harvesting your
natural resources as we speak.
You filthy metal heads
only help others
to help yourselves.
Nuh-uh.
Our motives are genuine.
How can you
trust these people?
They could be space pirates.
Say that to my gun,
you Reaper scum.
Park friends,
think of all the nice things
we've done for you today.
Does that not
mean anything to you?
Well, this is
certainly a pickle.
I'm not sure
who we can trust.
I put my money
on the new guys. Look.
[YELLS]
What is that thing,
brobots?
Oh, that? That's, uh--
Ah, who are we kidding?
Reaper-bots, attack.
Quick, this way.
[ALL PANTING]
Here, arm yourselves. Unh.
[GRUNTS]
Heh heh heh heh.
Hey, baby blue.
You want some more?
Come get it.
[YELLS]
[ROARS]
We're gonna need
more firepower.
Loud and clear.
Gonna need back-up.
I repeat, back-up.
Aah.
Aah.
Ow.
Hole-in-one.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
It's not working.
Heh heh heh heh.
Aah.
[GROANS]
Dude,
you found his weak spot.
BOTH: Aim for the beard.
Yaah.
Hey, buddy,
I hate to bust your chops,
but logging season is over.
Looks like
we lumber jacked him up.
Ha ha. Not bad.
Wow, those robots
really had us fooled.
It's like my father
always told me--
If someone's
being nice to you,
they probably have
ulterior motives.
Sorry we didn't
believe you guys.
It's okay, Benson.
Yeah, no hard feelings.
Not everyone's
as smart as we is.
Let's go to the control room.
We got to get out of here.
Control room?
Come on.
This is just Pops' room.
Is it?
[RUMBLING]
Are you taking us
back to Earth?
Nah.
We've got other plans.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]