Regular Show (2009–2017): Season 8, Episode 6 - Ugly Moons - full transcript
Lost and Found: Mordecai and Rigby go get a wallet. / Ugly Moons: Muscle Man vows to prank someone.
47, 48, 49.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[GROANS]
Rawls speaking.
What's that?
Meteor? Headed right towards
the Space Tree?
Activate space binoculars.
What in the--
Decrease magnification.
Got you again, Rawls.
Ha ha ha ha.
[GROANS]
Space Bush.
Do you know why
I brought you here, Muscle Man?
If this is about
the quantum toilet,
it was backed up
when I got there.
What? No. This is
way bigger than that.
I'm talking
serious stuff here.
I'm talking pranks.
Sir?
Allow me to explain.
This is Carlton Tanner
of the Space Bush Station,
our long-time rivals.
He's been pranking me
since our days in the academy.
So many stink bombs,
so many wet willies.
I can still feel 'em in there
squirming around.
What does that
have to do with me?
I've tried to
get back at Tanner for years,
but he's just too good.
Muscle Man, I believe
you're the greatest prankster
in the galaxy.
I need you to prank Tanner.
What's in it for me, Rawls?
What's in it for you?
Equipment, personnel,
the power of the Space Tree
at your disposal,
and...
the opportunity to pull off
the biggest prank
in space history.
Pranking in space.
I'm in.
Whoa.
Oh, yeah.
We don't mess around.
How's everything coming,
Professor Prankenstein?
I told you, it's pronounced
"Pronk-en-steen."
Here, have a look
for yourself.
Uhh. It's puke.
Correction--fake puke.
It looks real to
the untrained eye, does it not?
It even smells like
the real thing.
[INHALES]
[GAGS]
This is
my latest creation.
It may not look like much,
but once combined with
an average dinner mint,
it becomes so much more.
Textured. Uhh.
Does he always do this?
Shh. Don't break
his concentration.
I got a plan,
but I'm gonna need my team
to pull it off.
[♪♪♪]
Okay, bros,
as you may or may not know,
the Space Tree
has fallen victim
to a ruthless prank
by the Space Bush.
We've been mooned.
[ALL GASP]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Hey, you wouldn't
be laughing
if you had a butt
staring you in the face.
Luckily, I have devised
an elaborate prank
that will put Space Bush
in their place.
I present to you
Operation Slime Bomb.
Props to Mordecai
for the sweet graphic.
First, we will infiltrate
the Space Bush
and shut down their force field
from the inside,
allowing us
to easily board their ship.
Then we'll go in
with these bad boys--
55-gallon drums
filled with Dr. Prankenstein's
secret formula.
Each drum
is rigged with a timer
set to give us
just enough time
to drop them off at
key points throughout the ship.
Then we'll make our escape
and boom--
total slime coverage.
And then
we celebrate like champs.
Any questions?
Uh, that seems
pretty complicated.
Can't we just
moon them back?
Who's in charge
of this operation?
Me. That's who.
And if you don't agree
with my methods,
then you can walk.
Everything is in order,
Muscle Man.
Good. Systems check.
Keep stirring, Pops.
We got to get
the right consistency here.
[BANG]
Aah.
Benson, I thought you knew how
to drive this thing.
Why? Why would I know
how to drive a space forklift?
Read the manual.
I'm sure
you'll figure it out.
The timer mechanisms
are installed as you requested.
Hmm.
Not level. Start over.
[GROANS]
[BEEPS]
Commander Rawls?
Muscle Man,
it's the Space Bush.
They're at it again.
Look.
[CACKLES]
How could their bare butts
withstand the vacuum of space?
There's no more time,
Muscle Man.
No time to spare, guys.
Time to do this now.
Dude, this could be
a good look for me.
Sergeant Tanner,
we have an unknown spacecraft
approaching the--
Aah-aah-ow.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ah, don't worry.
They won't get past
the force field.
This better work.
MAN: Welcome, courier ship.
Please state your purpose.
Uh, we're, uh--
Congratulations.
You just won
a free flat-screen TV.
No, thanks.
We've got more flat-screens
than we know
what to do with here.
Are they ultra HD?
Of course.
Intergalactic channel access?
Duh. We're in space.
This TV makes pancakes?
BOTH: Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.
[BOTH WHISTLING]
What do you two
think you're doing?
Only Space Bush personnel
past this point.
We'll take it from here.
Muscle Man,
the package is in the pen.
I repeat--
the package is in the pen.
Phase One complete.
Standby.
Unh. I'm in.
Recap, I'm sending the code
your way.
You take it from here.
Code received.
Now hacking
security-system mainframe.
Force field down.
Surveillance system down.
Phase Two complete.
Let's roll.
All right,
we got about 60 seconds
before they get their systems
back online.
Everybody head to
your assigned drop point.
The sooner we dump the slime,
the sooner
we get to celebration time.
Uhh. Now let's move.
[KLAXON BLARING]
An alarm? But how?
WOMAN: Space Bush security
compromised.
Comb the bush for intruders.
Muscle Man, they're on to us.
You got to hurry.
Copy.
Come on.
[BEEPS]
What?
Benson, what's the hold-up?
Unh.
No. Sureshot,
give me your status.
Sureshot? Sureshot.
Unh. Hey, watch the hair.
Aah.
Got to set this thing off
manually.
[GRUNTS]
Unh.
Well, well.
So this is
the infamous Muscle Man.
I got to say,
I expected more from Rawls.
Looks to me like
he got an am-a-teur
to run this operation.
Don't be so sure of yourself.
You may find that
I'm full of surprises.
[BEEPS]
In a few seconds,
you and your whole Space Bush
are gonna be
covered head-to-toe in slime.
Oh, did you hear that, everyone?
Muscle Man is going to
slime the Space Bush.
What are we gonna do?
[SARCASTIC SOB]
I'm so scared.
[BEEPS]
[ALL GASP]
You can do that?
[LAUGHS]
Aw, don't be so glum.
It's not like
the whole Space Tree
was counting on you or anything.
Heh heh heh heh.
Now you have two choices.
You and your friends
can either rot in
the Space Bush Jail...
or you can admit that
I am the best prankster
in the galaxy.
What's it gonna be?
[GROANS]
[MUTTERS]
You're the greatest.
What was that?
You're the greatest prankster.
I can't hear you.
You're the greatest prankster
in the galaxy!
[SOBS]
[CHUCKLES] Well, then,
as the greatest prankster
in the galaxy,
I feel like I owe myself
a little reward.
Now get these Space Tree hacks
off my bush.
Yes, sir.
Off your bush, sir.
Oh, and, Muscle Man...
cheers.
Unacceptable.
Do you realize how much
I invested into this operation?
I thought you were
a master prankster.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
And now we toast
to the best prankster
in the galaxy--
me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Now crack this baby open
so we can celebrate.
[CHEERING]
I hope
you're proud of yourself,
because you're a failure.
Am I?
[ALL CHEERING]
[BEEPING]
Uh, sir?
Oh, no.
We got 'em.
[ALL CHEERING]
Well, I'll be darned.
Muscle Man,
you sneaky so-and-so.
I never should've doubted you.
You're right.
You shouldn't have.
Now,
if you'll excuse me...
[UNZIPS PANTS]
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
He really is the best.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[GROANS]
Rawls speaking.
What's that?
Meteor? Headed right towards
the Space Tree?
Activate space binoculars.
What in the--
Decrease magnification.
Got you again, Rawls.
Ha ha ha ha.
[GROANS]
Space Bush.
Do you know why
I brought you here, Muscle Man?
If this is about
the quantum toilet,
it was backed up
when I got there.
What? No. This is
way bigger than that.
I'm talking
serious stuff here.
I'm talking pranks.
Sir?
Allow me to explain.
This is Carlton Tanner
of the Space Bush Station,
our long-time rivals.
He's been pranking me
since our days in the academy.
So many stink bombs,
so many wet willies.
I can still feel 'em in there
squirming around.
What does that
have to do with me?
I've tried to
get back at Tanner for years,
but he's just too good.
Muscle Man, I believe
you're the greatest prankster
in the galaxy.
I need you to prank Tanner.
What's in it for me, Rawls?
What's in it for you?
Equipment, personnel,
the power of the Space Tree
at your disposal,
and...
the opportunity to pull off
the biggest prank
in space history.
Pranking in space.
I'm in.
Whoa.
Oh, yeah.
We don't mess around.
How's everything coming,
Professor Prankenstein?
I told you, it's pronounced
"Pronk-en-steen."
Here, have a look
for yourself.
Uhh. It's puke.
Correction--fake puke.
It looks real to
the untrained eye, does it not?
It even smells like
the real thing.
[INHALES]
[GAGS]
This is
my latest creation.
It may not look like much,
but once combined with
an average dinner mint,
it becomes so much more.
Textured. Uhh.
Does he always do this?
Shh. Don't break
his concentration.
I got a plan,
but I'm gonna need my team
to pull it off.
[♪♪♪]
Okay, bros,
as you may or may not know,
the Space Tree
has fallen victim
to a ruthless prank
by the Space Bush.
We've been mooned.
[ALL GASP]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Hey, you wouldn't
be laughing
if you had a butt
staring you in the face.
Luckily, I have devised
an elaborate prank
that will put Space Bush
in their place.
I present to you
Operation Slime Bomb.
Props to Mordecai
for the sweet graphic.
First, we will infiltrate
the Space Bush
and shut down their force field
from the inside,
allowing us
to easily board their ship.
Then we'll go in
with these bad boys--
55-gallon drums
filled with Dr. Prankenstein's
secret formula.
Each drum
is rigged with a timer
set to give us
just enough time
to drop them off at
key points throughout the ship.
Then we'll make our escape
and boom--
total slime coverage.
And then
we celebrate like champs.
Any questions?
Uh, that seems
pretty complicated.
Can't we just
moon them back?
Who's in charge
of this operation?
Me. That's who.
And if you don't agree
with my methods,
then you can walk.
Everything is in order,
Muscle Man.
Good. Systems check.
Keep stirring, Pops.
We got to get
the right consistency here.
[BANG]
Aah.
Benson, I thought you knew how
to drive this thing.
Why? Why would I know
how to drive a space forklift?
Read the manual.
I'm sure
you'll figure it out.
The timer mechanisms
are installed as you requested.
Hmm.
Not level. Start over.
[GROANS]
[BEEPS]
Commander Rawls?
Muscle Man,
it's the Space Bush.
They're at it again.
Look.
[CACKLES]
How could their bare butts
withstand the vacuum of space?
There's no more time,
Muscle Man.
No time to spare, guys.
Time to do this now.
Dude, this could be
a good look for me.
Sergeant Tanner,
we have an unknown spacecraft
approaching the--
Aah-aah-ow.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ah, don't worry.
They won't get past
the force field.
This better work.
MAN: Welcome, courier ship.
Please state your purpose.
Uh, we're, uh--
Congratulations.
You just won
a free flat-screen TV.
No, thanks.
We've got more flat-screens
than we know
what to do with here.
Are they ultra HD?
Of course.
Intergalactic channel access?
Duh. We're in space.
This TV makes pancakes?
BOTH: Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.
[BOTH WHISTLING]
What do you two
think you're doing?
Only Space Bush personnel
past this point.
We'll take it from here.
Muscle Man,
the package is in the pen.
I repeat--
the package is in the pen.
Phase One complete.
Standby.
Unh. I'm in.
Recap, I'm sending the code
your way.
You take it from here.
Code received.
Now hacking
security-system mainframe.
Force field down.
Surveillance system down.
Phase Two complete.
Let's roll.
All right,
we got about 60 seconds
before they get their systems
back online.
Everybody head to
your assigned drop point.
The sooner we dump the slime,
the sooner
we get to celebration time.
Uhh. Now let's move.
[KLAXON BLARING]
An alarm? But how?
WOMAN: Space Bush security
compromised.
Comb the bush for intruders.
Muscle Man, they're on to us.
You got to hurry.
Copy.
Come on.
[BEEPS]
What?
Benson, what's the hold-up?
Unh.
No. Sureshot,
give me your status.
Sureshot? Sureshot.
Unh. Hey, watch the hair.
Aah.
Got to set this thing off
manually.
[GRUNTS]
Unh.
Well, well.
So this is
the infamous Muscle Man.
I got to say,
I expected more from Rawls.
Looks to me like
he got an am-a-teur
to run this operation.
Don't be so sure of yourself.
You may find that
I'm full of surprises.
[BEEPS]
In a few seconds,
you and your whole Space Bush
are gonna be
covered head-to-toe in slime.
Oh, did you hear that, everyone?
Muscle Man is going to
slime the Space Bush.
What are we gonna do?
[SARCASTIC SOB]
I'm so scared.
[BEEPS]
[ALL GASP]
You can do that?
[LAUGHS]
Aw, don't be so glum.
It's not like
the whole Space Tree
was counting on you or anything.
Heh heh heh heh.
Now you have two choices.
You and your friends
can either rot in
the Space Bush Jail...
or you can admit that
I am the best prankster
in the galaxy.
What's it gonna be?
[GROANS]
[MUTTERS]
You're the greatest.
What was that?
You're the greatest prankster.
I can't hear you.
You're the greatest prankster
in the galaxy!
[SOBS]
[CHUCKLES] Well, then,
as the greatest prankster
in the galaxy,
I feel like I owe myself
a little reward.
Now get these Space Tree hacks
off my bush.
Yes, sir.
Off your bush, sir.
Oh, and, Muscle Man...
cheers.
Unacceptable.
Do you realize how much
I invested into this operation?
I thought you were
a master prankster.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
And now we toast
to the best prankster
in the galaxy--
me.
Ha ha ha ha.
Now crack this baby open
so we can celebrate.
[CHEERING]
I hope
you're proud of yourself,
because you're a failure.
Am I?
[ALL CHEERING]
[BEEPING]
Uh, sir?
Oh, no.
We got 'em.
[ALL CHEERING]
Well, I'll be darned.
Muscle Man,
you sneaky so-and-so.
I never should've doubted you.
You're right.
You shouldn't have.
Now,
if you'll excuse me...
[UNZIPS PANTS]
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
He really is the best.
[♪♪♪]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]