Teen Titans Go! (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 34 - Rad Dudes with Bad Tudes - full transcript

After seeing a pair of cool dudes on rollerblades, Robin tries to be just like them.

"Rad Dudes With Bad Tudes"

Okay, Titans, I have brought
you all to the park

for a very important reason.

Starfire is going to
blow some bubbles

and we are going to see
how many we can pop.

Whoever pops the most
gets some stickers.

Understood? Then let's do it.

♪ Hey! ♪


Check out those dudes!

- Those grandpas on the old rollerblades?
- Grandpas?

They're obviously in college.
Probably super popular too.

I don't know.

Only adorable old grandpas
who like old things

would wear rollerblades.

The rolling blades are
indeed unfashionable.

Like the bicycle
with the large wheel

and the tiny wheel from
ancient Earth times.


Look at that air they're getting
with those sweet blades!

They're so, so...


What is this word? Rad?

Rad is a word that
is used when cool

or awesome aren't enough.

When you do an impressive
trick on a bike, that's rad.

When you shred some
gnarly waves, that's rad.

When you kick-flip front side
ollie skateboard, that's rad.

No one says "rad" anymore.

Yeah! That's like saying,
"Daddy-O" or "bully for you."

I bet they say "rad." I think
I'm going to talk to them!

I can't talk to them.

What if I say something
embarrassing like,

about my thighs?

We really don't
care what you do.

Thank you, Beast Boy.
I'll do it!

Have the fun times
with the rad grandpas!

Yo, dudes.

Uh, my thighs are really skinny.

I mean, I'm Robin.

I'm Randy, that is Chip.
What do you want?

Uh, just wanted to say, dudes,
your rollerblade style is so rad.

Man, tell us something
we don't know!

So would you guys mind
if I shredded some

- sweet rails with you?
- Oh, yeah! Great idea!


- But, why?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe it's because you do not have
that cool, funky, fresh style.

Or maybe, it's 'cause you
the Mayor of Loserville!

Why are you being so mean?

Eh, man, we're rad
dudes with bad 'tudes.

No apologies!

Let's blade out of here, Chip.

We got to practice for the big
race down the Demon's Tongue.

- The Demon's Tongue?
- Yeah, check it.

Only the most bodacious and
dangerous rollerblade race...

in the universe.

And we win it every year.
No big deal.

I want to blade on
the Demon's Tongue.

Hey, like, that is a
really good idea!


So, did you make the friends
with the rad grandpas?

Let's just go home.

Come on, Robin. Don't let
those jerks get you down.

Just wanted to shred.

Is it too much to ask?

Oh, how was your day, dear?

- Bogus. Totally bogus!
- Hey, watch your language,

young man, or it's off
to the military academy!

I don't even care. I mean,
I don't fit in here.

Why did we have to move?

You know why! Coalminers
go where the coal is.

Yeah? Well, I hate it here.
And I hate coal!

You watch your mouth!

Coal puts food on your plate
and clothes on your back!

- All I want are rollerblades.
- Rollerblades?

We don't have money
for antiques!

I got to get to the mine.


Oh! Whose blades are these?

Who do you think?

The Old Man?

- He was a rad dude?
- The raddest.

Until that racing accident
on Demon's Tongue.

Your father was in the lead.

Shredding like a bodacious dude!

He was showing off and
took the gnarly shortcut.

It was too rad.

Even for him.

After that, the only job he
could get was in the mines.

He should have gone right.

Well, what you waiting for,
you silly goose? Try 'em on.


Ah! What's up, guys?

What do you think
of my new threads?

D-uh! What are you wearing?

Yeah! That is way too much neon!

- Uh, not cool.
- Whatever.

Talk to hand, losers, 'cause
the face ain't listening.

Whoa! You are way
out of line, bro.

I will not speak to the hand!

I demand to speak to the face!

Whoo! Does my bad
'tude offend you?

Well, I'm a rad dude
with a bad 'tude!

And that's that.

Robin, I'mma be reals
with you right now.

I got maz respect for
the new 'tude, bruh.

I didn't want to admit it.
But yeah.

That's some good bad 'tude!

And I secretly admire
the hole pants.

Hey, let's get...


Just rad!

If I catch any of you
lames jacking my style,

- I will mess you up.
- Don't harsh the weasel!


- Look, Chip, it's that loser.
- Yo! What's up, loser?

I know, you are. But, what am I?

What? Never seen a rad dude
with a bad 'tude before?

Yo, you think you're rad, huh?

Then why don't you race us
down the Demon's-s-s Tongue?

The D-D-Demon's Tongue?


In your dreams! You wanna race?

You got one.

Whoa, Robin. You
better chickety-check

yourself before you
wiggity-wreck yourself.

Indeed! I fear, you
are the tripping

and will be left in
the poor health.

Broskis, the Demon's
Tongue is...

the most dangerous
race in the world!

I don't care. I've
got to do this.

I've got to prove to the Old Man
that rollerblading is important!

But what if you are the injured?

Tomorrow isn't promised
to any of us, Star.

And what if I don't
take that chance?

Do I just wake up every day
to go to my job in the mines?

- What?
- The point is, I don't want that life!

If I'm really rad,
I have no choice.

Then it's on! Tomorrow, we race!

- Later, losers.
- May the raddest dude win.

- No!
- Psych!


He went to shake his hand but
he didn't shake the hand!

Man, that dude has a real 'tude!

- Where have you been?
- Like you even care, Old Man?

When are you going to get
serious about your life

and forget about this
rollerblading nonsense, boy?

You're not the boss of me!

As long as you live
under my roof, I am!

Hey, I heard yelling.
Everything okay?

I won't be disrespected
in my own home.

No more rollerblading. Period.

You can't do this to me.

I have had enough of your 'tude.

You're shipping out to the
Military Academy tomorrow!

Tell him, forget it.

But what about the big race?

It means everything to me.

You need to think
about your future.

I am thinking about my future.
My rad future!

- I'm not going to the Military Academy.
- Preach!

I'm going rollerblade racing.

Get back here now, young man!

Yeah! That's right, you tell him, yo!

Yo, yo, yo. Dudes and dudettes.

We are gathered here today to
witness the realest humanoids

blade it out at
brain-melting speeds.

First one to the
bottom is the...


You're ready for this, loser?

I was born ready.

Ready. Set. Race!

Help me!

- I'm losing it, dude.
- Help him, dude.

It's just a race.

Chip, give me your hand.

- Psych!
- No!




How's that for a bad 'tude?

- I did it!
- Yeah.

Yeah, all right!


Eat it, lame-os.

It was a meaningless race, yo!

Why'd you have to
harsh our weasel?

You're right. It
was just a race...

that I won! Loser!

You came?

It's not quite...
Here's the thing.

We saw everything... son.

♪ It's seems to me
we fought enough ♪

♪ I've seen the way we end up ♪

♪ It seems to me
we've had enough ♪

What's he doing?

I don't know, man. I don't know.