Teen Titans Go! (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 22 - Secret Garden - full transcript
When Cyborg starts to rage out, Starfire takes him to her secret garden in the backyard to relax.
"Secret Garden"
Just some quality time
with my Golden Girls.
Mmm-mmm!
- I call dibs on the remote.
- Oh!
- Hey, you can't just call dibs.
- Dibs.
Ugh, those were my dibs, mama.
Correction, the dibs are mine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you are
not following proper
- dibs procedures.
- I called dibs in the kitchen, yo.
Kitchen dibs have no
standing in the living room.
You have to call dibs here.
Everybody knows that!
Oh.
- Dibs!
- Oh!
Dibs.
Dibs.
Stop.
You can't get all
willy-nilly with dibs.
Dibs is the only thing that
holds society together.
Otherwise, we'd all
just grab things.
I wish to have the dibs.
The dibs! The dibs! The dibs!
I-I have the dibs.
Not how it works!
Watch my girls.
No respect for dibs
is what it is.
Look how stressed out all
of you are making me!
Oh, friends, Cyborg is
doing the freak out.
He needs help. Oh, but the dibs.
Goodbye, sweet dibs! My
friend has need of me.
Dibs!
What is happening to me?
You are experiencing
the freak outs.
Oh, I'm freaking out, bad!
You are only in the first stage
of your freaks getting out.
Notice your red color.
I do notice it. I'm like
a lobster up in here.
Indeed. And now comes the
stage two of the freak outs.
Notice the veins that are
doing the bulge on your body.
Sick.
Yes, but not as sick as the
stage three of the freak outs.
The grinding of the teeth.
This is the worst.
No, the worst is the stage four.
What happens in stage four?
I do not know.
No one's freak has ever
gone that far out.
- What am I gonna do?
- Come with me.
This is where we will banish
your freaks and outs.
A bush? How is a bush
going to relax me?
A bush?
Ooh!
Welcome to my secret
garden, Cyborg.
This is a place I come to freak in
when my freaks attempt to get out.
So many beautiful flowers.
Shh, this is a place
of the quiet, Cyborg.
Oh, yeah. It is quiet.
Shh.
- What?
- Try speaking a little softer.
- Like this?
- Softer.
- How about now?
- Oh, a little more of the quiet.
Is this good?
Oh, yes. You have made
the quiet sounds.
So quiet.
- Shh.
- Shh, so quiet.
Shh. No yelling in here.
No, no, no. Shh, shh, shh.
You can't yell, 'cause then
you wouldn't be quiet.
- Shh.
- Ah, I'm totally freakin' in.
I had no idea this
garden existed.
Yes, it was my secret place
to escape the stresses.
Then why did you
tell me about it?
- I trust you, friend Cyborg.
- Then I promise to make sure
no one ruins the peace and
quiet of this sanctuary.
Shush, little birdie. We're
supposed to be quiet in here.
No, friend Cyborg.
He is the cool.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey, buddy. Stop
disturbing the peace.
- He is also the cool.
- My bad, dude.
Whoa, check out that
chubby goldfish.
They are not the chubby goldfish.
They are koi,
and they are just the way
they are supposed to be.
Eat up, Chubby Chops.
I am loving this bench.
- It really cradles the buttocks.
- Of course.
The buttocks cradling is essential
for the not freaking outs.
♪ Ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha ♪
- Oh.
- Oh.
Uh, uh, uh.
♪ Ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
This secret garden
has healed me, Star.
You are welcome to freak
in, in here any time.
I called dibs on the cereal.
I already had dibs
on the cereal.
But you called it
in the living room!
You can't call food dibs
unless you're in the kitchen.
Poor, simple Raven.
Same room dibs only apply to
TV remotes and computers.
You can always call food
dibs from the other room.
- Then I call dibs on it yesterday.
- Oh, come on!
There've never been next
day dibs on anything.
Even I know that.
- Okay, okay. Dibs!
- Oh!
Have you guys been
fighting over dibs again?
Haven't you learned
that dibs rules are too
stressful to figure out? You
guys better come with me.
- Hey, Star, what's up?
- Greetings, friend Cyborg.
I was just going to
freak in on the bench.
Sorry, Star. Already
called dibs on the bench.
Hey, I called dibs
on the bench first.
You twos can fight over
your bench dibs all days
'cause I gots me the pond dibs.
Hey, I told you guys.
No dibs in the garden.
What are they doing here?
They were freaking out
so I invited them.
But I told you my
garden was the secret!
Yeah, I get it. No one must
know about this place.
The location dies with us.
I come to the garden to escape...
them!
That's cold, yo, but I gets it.
- The flowers.
- They were too colorful.
Don't worry, Star.
I'll just let some more sun in
and the flowers will be fine.
And looks, I turned the
pond into a sweet hot tub.
But what of the fish?
Oh, Chubby Chops!
Oh, the tragedy.
- He has met his end.
- What? No.
He's just chilin' like us.
Right, Chubby Chops?
- Oh, he's dead.
- You have ruined my sanctuary!
I trusted you with the
secret of the garden.
This was my refuge and
you pooped upon it!
You all pooped upon it!
Star, relax, you're
freaking out.
Oh, no. That must be stage
four of the freak out.
- The freak actually gets out.
- Wow, still looks freaky, yo.
- Uh, oh.
- I got dibs on the bench.
- I already called bench dibs.
- The bench is mine.
Dibs, dibs, dibs.
Guys, you have to stop calling dibs.
It's too stressful.
Dibs!
Uh, this is my fault probably.
I've got to get those freaked
out freaks freaked back in.
Garden, garden, gotta
make a garden.
What did Starfire have again?
Uh, flowers.
Now for the bench.
Fish pond.
Animals. I need animals!
Oh, boy.
I am really enjoying this
wonderful garden sanctuary.
Got those flowers.
And fish ponds and benches.
Such a lovely garden.
So peaceful.
Why don't you have a
seat on this nice bench?
Oh. Ah. Relaxing, mmm.
The buttocks cradled.
I am so sorry I ruined
your garden, Star.
You trusted me with a
secret and I blew it.
You are forgiven, friend Cyborg.
You only wish to help
the friends in need.
Now let us enjoy the peace and
quiet of this new garden.
Howdy!
Just some quality time
with my Golden Girls.
Mmm-mmm!
- I call dibs on the remote.
- Oh!
- Hey, you can't just call dibs.
- Dibs.
Ugh, those were my dibs, mama.
Correction, the dibs are mine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you are
not following proper
- dibs procedures.
- I called dibs in the kitchen, yo.
Kitchen dibs have no
standing in the living room.
You have to call dibs here.
Everybody knows that!
Oh.
- Dibs!
- Oh!
Dibs.
Dibs.
Stop.
You can't get all
willy-nilly with dibs.
Dibs is the only thing that
holds society together.
Otherwise, we'd all
just grab things.
I wish to have the dibs.
The dibs! The dibs! The dibs!
I-I have the dibs.
Not how it works!
Watch my girls.
No respect for dibs
is what it is.
Look how stressed out all
of you are making me!
Oh, friends, Cyborg is
doing the freak out.
He needs help. Oh, but the dibs.
Goodbye, sweet dibs! My
friend has need of me.
Dibs!
What is happening to me?
You are experiencing
the freak outs.
Oh, I'm freaking out, bad!
You are only in the first stage
of your freaks getting out.
Notice your red color.
I do notice it. I'm like
a lobster up in here.
Indeed. And now comes the
stage two of the freak outs.
Notice the veins that are
doing the bulge on your body.
Sick.
Yes, but not as sick as the
stage three of the freak outs.
The grinding of the teeth.
This is the worst.
No, the worst is the stage four.
What happens in stage four?
I do not know.
No one's freak has ever
gone that far out.
- What am I gonna do?
- Come with me.
This is where we will banish
your freaks and outs.
A bush? How is a bush
going to relax me?
A bush?
Ooh!
Welcome to my secret
garden, Cyborg.
This is a place I come to freak in
when my freaks attempt to get out.
So many beautiful flowers.
Shh, this is a place
of the quiet, Cyborg.
Oh, yeah. It is quiet.
Shh.
- What?
- Try speaking a little softer.
- Like this?
- Softer.
- How about now?
- Oh, a little more of the quiet.
Is this good?
Oh, yes. You have made
the quiet sounds.
So quiet.
- Shh.
- Shh, so quiet.
Shh. No yelling in here.
No, no, no. Shh, shh, shh.
You can't yell, 'cause then
you wouldn't be quiet.
- Shh.
- Ah, I'm totally freakin' in.
I had no idea this
garden existed.
Yes, it was my secret place
to escape the stresses.
Then why did you
tell me about it?
- I trust you, friend Cyborg.
- Then I promise to make sure
no one ruins the peace and
quiet of this sanctuary.
Shush, little birdie. We're
supposed to be quiet in here.
No, friend Cyborg.
He is the cool.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey, buddy. Stop
disturbing the peace.
- He is also the cool.
- My bad, dude.
Whoa, check out that
chubby goldfish.
They are not the chubby goldfish.
They are koi,
and they are just the way
they are supposed to be.
Eat up, Chubby Chops.
I am loving this bench.
- It really cradles the buttocks.
- Of course.
The buttocks cradling is essential
for the not freaking outs.
♪ Ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha ♪
- Oh.
- Oh.
Uh, uh, uh.
♪ Ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
This secret garden
has healed me, Star.
You are welcome to freak
in, in here any time.
I called dibs on the cereal.
I already had dibs
on the cereal.
But you called it
in the living room!
You can't call food dibs
unless you're in the kitchen.
Poor, simple Raven.
Same room dibs only apply to
TV remotes and computers.
You can always call food
dibs from the other room.
- Then I call dibs on it yesterday.
- Oh, come on!
There've never been next
day dibs on anything.
Even I know that.
- Okay, okay. Dibs!
- Oh!
Have you guys been
fighting over dibs again?
Haven't you learned
that dibs rules are too
stressful to figure out? You
guys better come with me.
- Hey, Star, what's up?
- Greetings, friend Cyborg.
I was just going to
freak in on the bench.
Sorry, Star. Already
called dibs on the bench.
Hey, I called dibs
on the bench first.
You twos can fight over
your bench dibs all days
'cause I gots me the pond dibs.
Hey, I told you guys.
No dibs in the garden.
What are they doing here?
They were freaking out
so I invited them.
But I told you my
garden was the secret!
Yeah, I get it. No one must
know about this place.
The location dies with us.
I come to the garden to escape...
them!
That's cold, yo, but I gets it.
- The flowers.
- They were too colorful.
Don't worry, Star.
I'll just let some more sun in
and the flowers will be fine.
And looks, I turned the
pond into a sweet hot tub.
But what of the fish?
Oh, Chubby Chops!
Oh, the tragedy.
- He has met his end.
- What? No.
He's just chilin' like us.
Right, Chubby Chops?
- Oh, he's dead.
- You have ruined my sanctuary!
I trusted you with the
secret of the garden.
This was my refuge and
you pooped upon it!
You all pooped upon it!
Star, relax, you're
freaking out.
Oh, no. That must be stage
four of the freak out.
- The freak actually gets out.
- Wow, still looks freaky, yo.
- Uh, oh.
- I got dibs on the bench.
- I already called bench dibs.
- The bench is mine.
Dibs, dibs, dibs.
Guys, you have to stop calling dibs.
It's too stressful.
Dibs!
Uh, this is my fault probably.
I've got to get those freaked
out freaks freaked back in.
Garden, garden, gotta
make a garden.
What did Starfire have again?
Uh, flowers.
Now for the bench.
Fish pond.
Animals. I need animals!
Oh, boy.
I am really enjoying this
wonderful garden sanctuary.
Got those flowers.
And fish ponds and benches.
Such a lovely garden.
So peaceful.
Why don't you have a
seat on this nice bench?
Oh. Ah. Relaxing, mmm.
The buttocks cradled.
I am so sorry I ruined
your garden, Star.
You trusted me with a
secret and I blew it.
You are forgiven, friend Cyborg.
You only wish to help
the friends in need.
Now let us enjoy the peace and
quiet of this new garden.
Howdy!