Robot Chicken (2001–…): Season 6, Episode 16 - Eaten by Cats - full transcript

We show you what The Teletubies would be like as the next generation of Power Rangers; Doc Brown just can't get his time machine right; Parappa the Rapper teams with 50 Cent in our crazy world

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Sawing ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

It's alive!

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

[ Smooch! ]

[ Laughs evilly ]

Oh, guys, I don't know about this.

We're really fragile.



Our new air bags are state-of-the-art.

Come on, man, you're my brother-in-law.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Well, okay.

[ Buzzer ]

[ Engine turns over, revs ]

[ Shouts ]

He was beating my sister.

Alpha 5, Rita Repulsa's going
to strike very soon, and we

haven't recruited any new Power Rangers.

I'm beaming up four young recruits.

They already have color-coded costumes.

[ Teleporter warbles ]

Oooooh!



Welcome, my new Power Rangers.

What are your names?

H-i-i-i-i.

Tinky...winky.

H-i-i-i-i!

Dipsy.

Laa-laa.

Uh, how long is this going to take?

Ballpark it for me.

[ Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! ]

Just tell me your name!

Po-o-o-o!

Guys, pick up the pace a little.

Tinky...winky.

Yeah, we've established
your name is tinky winky!

Ah, screw it! We got to go!

Okay, there's a giant
monster approaching.

Yay!

No, not "Yay"!

Hold hands?

No, not "Hold hands"!

Hold hands.

[ Laughs ] Hands!

Hold hands.

Call your zords!

Call.

Zords!

Yes, now we're on the right track!

Hold hands!

No! This is impossible!

[Bleep] you guys!

Uh... tinky...winky?

[ Static ]

I wish you could buy alphabet
soup in the Aurebesh language.

Then I could spell all the
"Star Wars" words I want!

[ Spluttering ]

[ Spluttering continues ]

[ Muffled shouting ]

[ Gurgles ]

You beat me to it.

[ Both laughing ]

Yeah!

Yeah!

[ Sighs loudly ]

[ Zipper zips ]

[ Feet pounding ]

Eww!

Shield, shield, shield!

Hey, shield, shield!

[ Groans ]

Shield!

What?!

Aren't you glad I didn't
say "SHIELD" again?

[ Cackling ]

Jerk.

Gun! Hey, gun! Gun, gun!

I'm ignoring you.

Hey, gun, gun, gun!

What?! What do you want?

You're kind of cocky.

Get it? Because you're a gun!

[ Cackling ]

Ooh, I hate you!

Bow! Hey, bow!

Hey, bow!

Oh, what?!

You're pretty quiet today.

What's up?

I'm just feeling a little --
Maybe you feel like you pulled something?!

Get it?!

[ Cackling ]

You know what?!

You know what?!

I'd rather be used to pull out Hulk's
catheter than to listen to you anymore!

I wish Thor would keep him away from us.

Hey, can any of you do this?!

[ All shout ]

Shocking, isn't it?

[ Cackles ]

[ All shout ]

Don't give me any static!

[ Cackles ]

[ All shout ]

Shocking, I--
Oh, wait, I already said that.

Bow, bow!

What?!

Hulk.

Hulk?

That doesn't even make any --
Hulk's catheter break again!

Hawkeye no mind if I
use bow to dig it out.

Oh!

No wonder bow is always so pissy!

[ Cackling ]

Are you telling me you built a
time machine out of a Delorean?!

The way I see it, if you --
A-a stainless-steel loser mobile?!

If I'm gonna make a time
machine, it's got to be iconic!

I'm not gonna use a Honda [bleep] Civic!

So you chose a car dreamt
up by a drug dealer in a

cocaine-fueled haze of insanity?

Hold that thought.

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Tires screech ]

Hey, Marty, take a look!

You built a time machine out
of a 1972 AMC gremlin?!

Uhhhhh... no!

[ Electricity crackles, tires screech ]

Mazda Miata?!

Did it come with a matching purse?

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

Oh, my gosh, doc, that's awesome!

Room for one more?

You had your chance,
you judgmental prick!

Now Amelia Earhart and Cleopatra
are gonna give me H.J.s while we

watch the Beatles at Shea, then
we're gonna kill a dinosaur!

[ Electricity crackling ]

I wanted to give a dinosaur an H.J.

Hello, there!

Have you ever felt like there's a lack
of love and kindness in your life?

I'm not interested in caring.

What if I told you there was a place
up in the clouds called care-a-lot?

And after we die, the great cloud keeper
in the sky pushes a magic broom --

[ chuckles nervously ]

Well, since you put it
that way [bleep] you!

I love you!

I don't care!

What's the password?

Password?

No.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

No.

Do you have a dog?

Yeah. Her name's Muffin.

Is the password "Muffin"?

Yes, it is. Come on in.

[ Cash register dings ]

"Now I have a machine gun.

Ho, ho, ho."

Hey, I want a machine gun, too!

You already have a machine gun, idiot.

Oh, right.

Well, then I want a bazooka!

What's wrong with you?

Tony's dead.

Yeah, but at least he got a present!

He didn't get a present.

The guy who killed him
took his machine gun.

Why would some guy write,
"Now I have a machine gun"?

He would write, "I took
Tony's machine gun."

You think Tony wrote
that on his own shirt?

Well, he probably wanted to
brag about the new machine gun

he got for Christmas, which
apparently no one else got!

If Tony wrote that on his own
shirt, then why is he dead?

He probably got so excited,
he had a heart attack.

His neck's broken.

Maybe he was putting the shirt
on and his head got stuck

and he pulled really hard
and it broke his neck.

Broke his neck putting on his own shirt
in an elevator with no shoes on?

It could happen.

No, it couldn't.

Yeah, it could.

In 1567, there was this guy named
Hans Steinberg who had

the world's longest beard.

One day, there was a fire.

Hans was running towards it.

He stepped on his own beard, lost his
balance, fell, and broke his neck.

That never happened.

It's documented.

Whatever!

Call Karl.

Tell him his brother's dead.

Karl, come down here.

And just so you know, Tony got a
machine gun for Christmas, and

no one else did.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Make some noise now for the
reigning champ, MC Smog!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Nice! Yeah!

And a brand-new challenger,
Parappa the Rappa!

[ Audience murmurs ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪ I'll train this puppy
like I was his tutor ♪

♪ don't step to me, dog ♪

♪ I'm-a leave you neutered ♪

♪ I'm a piranha ♪

♪ you're just Parappa ♪

♪ your rhymes are doo-doo ♪

♪ I'll flush you down the crappa ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Gasps ]

♪ Drop rhymes like I taught
you, and you can't lose ♪

♪ now, excuse me ♪

♪ I have to go drop a deuce ♪

[ Rap music playing ]

♪ Kick, punch ♪

♪ kick, punch ♪

♪ block, turn around ♪

♪ kick, block ♪

♪ block, kick ♪

♪ kick, punch ♪

♪ punch, punch, block ♪

♪ turn around ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Oh, no way!

Oh, wow!

Yo, y'all, it's 50 Cent!

MC Smog, I'm kicking you out of G-Unit.

Parappa, you win.

♪ 50 and Parappa gonna
make the track crunch ♪

♪ block, turn around, kick, punch ♪

♪ yeah, you know, in the
club, we get down ♪

♪ kick, punch, turn around ♪

♪ we be kicking and
punching and blocking ♪

♪ blocking and kicking all night ♪

♪ turn around ♪

♪ blocking and kicking
and turning around ♪

♪ we'll be punching everything in sight ♪

♪ as we proceed ♪

♪ proceed ♪

♪ to be what you need ♪

♪ what you need ♪

Man, it's gonna go platinum.

I know. I can feel it.

That was fresh to death, P-Raps.

Here's your advance on royalties--
a billion dollars.

[ Tires screech ]

♪ Parappa, you never
return my phone calls ♪

♪ so now eat bullets and lick my balls ♪

[ Tires screech ]

Eh, it's the 10th time I've been shot.

Bullets are like food to me.

The golem -- a mud monster from
Jewish folklore, devoid of humanity!

What?

No, I'm Hermie Schmulewitz.

A bunch of goyim dumped mud all over me!

It's a hate crime, I tell you!

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Schmulewitz.

I had no idea.

[ Laughs ] I fooled you!

I really am a golem!

[ Roars ]

Aah!

Aah, the baby's coming!

Pull it out!

Pull it out of where?!

There are four holes down there!

[ Grunting loudly ]

[ Baby crying ]

Oh, it's a miracle --
The first Lego baby in history!

[ Sighs ] Wait, that's true!

Can't believe I never
noticed that before.

That's right!

No children of men!

That, you know, are Legos.

[ Gunshots ]

We've got to protect her!

Quick, to the rendezvous point!

[ Crying continues ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Baby crying ]

It's clear!

[ Crying continues ]

My hand! Where's my hand?!

Oh, wait.

Aah, my legs!

I can't feel my legs!

Oh, wait.

My face!

My beautiful face!

Oh, wait.

Wow, the stakes here really aren't
as high as they first appeared.

[ Baby crying ]

Private!

Yes, sir?

Are you not wearing any pants?!

Of course I am, sir.

I'm wearing my yellow... [Gasps]

Oh, my gosh, I'm not wearing any pants!

Idiot!

[ Baby crying ]

[ Shouts ]

Oh, come on.

Damn it!

Let's kill those refugee dogs!

[ Guns cocking ]

Ready! Aim!

[ Baby crying ]

A baby?!

Oh, my God, it's -- it's an actual baby!

[ Crying continues ]

We will cherish you always, little one.

[ Crying continues ]

[ Baby crying ]

Will someone please kill
that [bleep] baby?!