The Venture Bros. (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - The Bellicose Proxy - full transcript
Monarch and 21 train their first arch as part of their induction into the Guild; Dr. Mrs. the Monarch deals with the mole.
I always wondered what was up
with this creepy building.
Welcome to The Guild
of Calamitous Intent.
Ta-da!
Please step on the grating
and put these on.
Have you eaten breakfast?
- No.
- Not yet.
Good.
Here she is...
Guild Strategic Operations.
Research and development,
agent training,
covert undertakings,
scams, shams, and "oh, damns"...
This is where it all goes down.
Every one of these doors
leads into the future
of organized evil.
Shut the fuckin' door!
E-Except for that door.
That's the men's room.
Ladies' room!
- I-It's not what it looks like!
- Dude!
You have the wrong door again.
- Right door.
- This is the B.T.C.
Blackmail Training Center.
These women are Guild agents.
And that man has the job
I apply for every year.
And denied.
The S.A.C...
the Surgical Alteration Center.
Here, after multiple
surgical processes,
we alter our agents
to take the place
of the world's
most powerful people.
Dave Grohl?
You made a guy into Dave Grohl?
Nobody refuses Dave Grohl.
He got a Beatle
to be in his band.
And King Diamond!
You try that, smartass.
The Guild H.T.C...
Hypnosis Training Center.
Here we train agents in the use
of our own method
of speed induction.
Hypnosis doesn't really work.
Oh, yeah.
It's a complete myth.
Sleep!
- No way. Screw this!
- Relax!
This is the H.T.C...
the Hologram Training Center.
Observe.
These are harmless
projected imag...
Okay. No. This is real.
Wait. No.
This is the V.A.T.C.
The Vicious Animal
Training Center.
Who's a good ocelot?
Let's just leave really slowly.
See? We really need to
label these doors.
This the Guild
Interrogation Hub.
What, it's not the G.I.H.?
No.
Why would it be that?
So, anything interest you?
We were looking more
for fieldwork...
you know,
something to help us level up.
The best thing for that
is to be a good "earner."
You bring in looted technology,
intel, severed heads, cash.
Oh, there's the Big Villain
program.
Tutor a Guild newbie for a day,
get massive brownie points
at your review board.
I don't know. Maybe?
I... Who do I got to tutor?
Uh, the only one available today
is St. Cloud.
Level one.
Arching Billy Quizboy
and the Pink Pilgrim.
Dude!
They work for Venture!
It's big-headed Billy
and that albino guy.
We got to do this.
Sweet!
We are so in.
- Ooh. Sorry.
- Please do not touch anything.
Hey, that's my wife.
Hi, sweetness!
That's secret Guild business,
Mr. Monarch.
Let's get you
to your Little Villain.
We can make this
nice and comfortable for you.
You just confess to being a
member of the Peril Partnership,
and you're a double agent
for the Guild by lunchtime.
I'm buying.
Turkey subs?
And if I don't?
Well, that's treason.
The punishment for that
is a classic.
It's called the tub.
It's filled with milk.
You lay in it.
if you're hungry,
we pour honey on your face.
That sounds kind of nice,
actually.
At first...
you know, till the milk spoils.
Soon the tub fills
with your excrement,
then the flies
and their maggots.
At first it itches a bit.
Then it starts to burn.
Your skin peels away
with every scratch
you can't stop yourself
from making.
The blood mixes with
the foul milk and excrement,
seeping into your open wounds.
The smell of your own death
causes you to vomit
into your already-toxic coffin.
Then the rats.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
The Peril Partnership.
Is that what you're... Yes.
Let's talk about them.
He owns the X-2?
How the hell is this guy
only a Level One antagonist?
Right? The X-2?
I haven't been aboard this thing
in years.
It's like visiting
the house you grew up in...
if you, like,
buried a dead guy behind it.
Ugh.
So eerily familiar.
You know what looks familiar?
That. That's Blue Thunder.
Roy Scheider flew that!
Dude, remember how ripped he was
in "Marathon Man"?
He was like Bruce Lee.
Friggin' Roy Scheider,
"Jaws" dad.
Secret six-pack.
Who knew?
Ahoy, gentlemen.
Welcome aboard the X-2,
as seen on
"The Rusty Venture Show."
Ah.
Uh, hello, there, uh, son.
Uh, do you know
where Mr. St. Cloud is?
Oh, goody!
I'm being hazed
by my Big Villain.
I wore my rubber panties
just in case you tickle me.
I always make wee-wee
with tickles.
Are you fucking kidding me?
That's St. Cloud?
I brought crullers!
And one apple fritter
that's mine.
And two of the crullers are mine
as well.
- Where are you guys?
- Freeze!
All right.
Prove that you're the real Doc.
This is totally a laser gun.
No.
And what is that, a caulk gun?
Show him what we got in the mail
this morning.
"Welcome to your demise,"
yada, yada, yada...
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. You guys, this is
a boilerplate Guild threat.
- Please.
- I tried to tell him that.
Liar! You were as freaked
as I am, White!
Billy, it's a scroll.
Hello?
It's like being scared
of a book report
on the Declaration
of Independence.
Did you not read the part
that mentioned disemboweling?
It personally threatens
my intestines!
Come in, Brock.
We have a Level One
Guild arching threat.
So? What do you want,
an aspirin or something?
See?
It's nothing.
Where do you keep the caulk?
I got to load this bad boy.
Just keep an eye on basic
Peril Partnership operations.
You're more like a concerned
friend than a spy.
And you'll help me
with my problem?
Sign it, and I'll do everything
I can...
So you don't want to talk,
huh, punky pal?
Does a cat have your tongue?
Well, I am just the dog to get
that cat off of your tongue!
Where is the disrupter ray,
Mr. Think You're Tough Guy?
What are you talking about?
He's agreed to work with us
if we help him get
his girlfriend back.
Help get his girlfriend back?
Is this interrogation room 8C?
This is room 8B.
My mistake.
You have no need
of my super-intimidating
bad-cop routine.
What you need... is a makeover!
Then we all get milkshakes!
- We're not going.
- I don't want to do that.
Look at all this stuff!
That's the 1973 "Sigmund
and the Sea Monster" suit.
Where did he get this?
I like his albino.
Quiet.
You should take notes
on this guy.
Ta-da!
My snazzy villain ensemble.
- Uh, I don't get it.
- No. No. He's a lightning cloud.
You know... St. Cloud?
Cloud hat?
Should it be tighter,
mm, sexier?
Oh, God, no!
It's already...
Okay. No... It's a start.
So, what's your weaponry, huh?
Can you lay down,
like, a blinding smoke cloud,
or does lightning
come from your hat?
These are made of foam core.
Do you have any superpowers?
Like, you know, were you bit by
a radioactive bug or anything?
Mm, well, I do have lupus,
fibromyalgia,
and restless leg syndrome.
Well, maybe we can work
with the restless leg?
- Stop!
- Super restless leg.
- That's dumb.
- All right. Fine.
So you have
no special abilities?
- I have money.
- Perfect!
We'll get a top-of-the-line
lightning rifle, and, uh...
Cloud bombs
loaded with nerve gas.
Level One, dude.
Level One.
Cloud bombs with laughing gas.
Billy!
Let's go in there.
Come on! You can't hide
in the can all day.
I got a belly full of crullers
and a delicate colon.
Let's go!
There are like 10 bathrooms
in this...
Ow.
- You're dead.
- What the hell?
- I thought we were in time-out!
- I told you this...
Never be standing
behind the door you open.
It could've been a killbot with
my voice programmed into it.
I actually made one of those.
His name was Guardo,
and he could've just killed you.
Behind every door is a threat.
Every sound is a warning.
Every shadow is a villain.
Every step is a...
Aah.
- How in the hell did you...
- Billy looked at you.
I'm armed,
but my back is still turned.
You're only wounded.
Come at me, hand to hand.
Keep low. Break my balance.
If you have an edge weapon...
He just ran away, didn't he?
Oh, yeah.
I'm pretty sure he was crying.
More smoke!
Now throw your catchphrase!
Look out, do-gooders.
Use the P.A.!
You're supposed to be big
and scary!
Reset!
I hope you brought rubbers,
because a storm is coming.
That's nasty...
and not even a little scary.
- Rubbers?
- Uh, rain booties.
Don't improvise!
Reset!
Hey, what flavor is this fog?
- It's making me hungry.
- Pineapple!
Now come out of the smoke
and give your evil laugh.
Over here!
You're facing the wrong way!
The fog is disorienting.
Evil laugh!
I will get you.
What the hell was that?
Are you having an asthma attack?
That was my evil laugh.
Oh, disgusting.
I mean, it's scary,
but in, like, that gross way.
You need a real, from-the-gut,
bone crusher of a laugh.
Reset!
Real evil laugh!
Do not embarrass me
in front of Venture!
Mwuah-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Mm.
Ew! Will you stop putting
that weird groan at the end?
Here. Listen to a pro.
Show him an evil laugh.
Gladly.
Reset!
Don't put on the kettle.
I'm not staying.
Just got to pick my clubs.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Shh.
Brock is training us to fight.
So I'm doing what I do best,
which is to secretly cower.
Oh.
Hey, that reminds me.
- Damn it!
- Ha!
I said trust nobody!
Ugh.
I want this car so bad.
I know you do.
So, ready to pull
your first P.E.N.I.S.?
That sounds unappetizing.
Oh, no.
P.E.N.I.S. is just an acronym.
For Preliminary Effective
New Information Schooling.
It's like recon,
but, uh, you bust shit up.
Then why not call it recon
instead of P.E.N.I.S.?
- Instead of what?
- Instead of P.E.N.I.S.
Of what?
- Of P.E.N.I.S.
- I can't hear you back there.
P.E.N.I.S. I said P.E.N.I.S.
P.E.N.I.S.!
Yeah. the O.S.I. never changes
their passwords.
And boom, here she is...
Agent Kimberly McManus.
Ooh-la-luscious!
Way to go, S-464.
Ladies do love exposed brains.
How do you know
what she looks like?
That's melt-in-your-mouth code
we're looking at.
She's working daycare...
Level One arches, surveillance,
intervention.
Do we have any Level One arches
scheduled today?
One... Augustus St. Cloud.
He just put in a requisition
for a Level One lightning rifle
and laughing gas grenades.
And he paid in cash.
- Dolla dolla bills, my brotha.
- All right.
Uh, upgrade the lightning rifle
to Level Six and send it out.
Mm. Six-level lightning.
That should get her attention.
She'll have to intervene
on a treaty violation.
So will we.
And you will get your lady back.
Isn't that, like, dangerous?
We're The Guild
of Calamitous Intent.
We're the bad guys.
Own it, gentlemen.
ST.
- Enh...
Ow.
I am Augustus St. Cloud,
archnemesis of the Quizboy.
I'm here to bust things up
and chew bubble gum,
and I find bubble gum
unpleasant.
Oh, laddy boy.
You chose the wrong place
to talk tough.
Rose? Rose, dear?
There's a wee little pest
in here!
You're stronger
than anticipated.
Oh, they're just water bugs,
Horace.
Honestly!
Oh, hello there.
He says he's here
to bust things up.
Apparently he's
your son's nemesis.
You want to hurt my Billy?
Horace, put him down.
Mama bear wants a piece
of that action.
Oh, you're in for quite
the pummeling there, sonny.
I'll let you take
the first swing,
and if you don't put me down,
I'll beat the living shit
out of you
till my arthritis kicks in.
And I just took my Humira.
Ugh.
Who the hell is this now?
Didn't you say I'm clear
for a while?
This isn't for you.
It's for them.
I'm sorry! I had to put
this place down as our sanctum.
My place is filled
with helpless old people.
What does it say?
"I will get you.
Mruu-haha."
Who's Mruu-haha?
It's an evil laugh, Billy.
Wait a minute.
That's exactly how The Monarch
spells his evil laugh...
with the stupid M-R and two U's.
You think that's a coincidence?
I think it just got personal.
Boys, get your coats on.
We're stepping up our game.
Pei put makeup on me.
How does it look?
Less like an old woman
beat your face,
but more like if Michael Kors
worked at the Wonka factory.
Mm. Goody.
So, what's in the case?
That, my Little Villain,
is your new lightning rifle.
21, why don't you tell him
what six figures gets you
at the Guild company store?
Rubberized titanium stock
and hand guard,
air-assisted charging handle,
activation bolt,
energy magazine release.
Gives you 10 Level One-rated
blasts,
regulated here
at the ejection port.
Balance at the handle, which
doubles as a rear sight drum.
And that's all the cookies
I need to sell
to get my merit badge.
Here. Give her a go.
Owie.
I landed on my bum-bum.
Ugh.
Help him up and get him changed
for his arching.
Damn it.
It was so cool until then.
Four months?!
We need these costumes tonight,
like in a couple hours!
Oh, you no just-a steal suits
like-a this beautiful rogue
here?
Ah! Enzo no stay mad.
Rusty good man... mostly.
Enzo.
Enzo?
You don't have any old rentals
for special friends?
You play-a Enzo's heartstrings!
Okay!
For the pink man, yes,
but for him?
He's like a bambino!
Oh, but his head is like
big strong man,
like a man
maybe six meters tall.
Molto grande!
I'll pay double rental.
I want these guys invincible for
their first New York arching.
Oh! First-a time?
So exciting.
I set you up.
But Enzo no hear that!
Enzo, he know nothing.
Hey, move that thing
out of here, buddy!
Not gonna happen, pal.
The engine died.
Will you take West 56th already?
Agent McManus in position.
Level One arches
are so cush these days.
They never blocked traffic
for us when we were coming up.
I smell pineapple.
It is showtime.
Should we go watch now?
Mm. Yeah.
After I finish this latte.
It was $9.
Nine.
For a latte.
Ugh.
Come on!
You got to get out there!
No way! I'm not wearing this!
Billy, from 1962 till puberty,
Delta Boy of Venus kicked ass
in that suit.
It's nigh impenetrable.
Now get out there
and kick some ass!
It can't be any worse
than White's.
Seriously.
I really thought a guy
called Killer Drone
would've had a cooler costume.
Wow.
You look like a real superhero.
You look like a can
of Diet Pepsi.
At least I don't look like the
girl from the Blind Melon video.
Well, her stinger
didn't shoot darts,
and her wings
didn't actually work.
Huh? Huh?
Yeah. Okay.
These don't either.
Billy Quizboy,
A storm is coming for you.
Put on your rubbers.
Mm.
Oh. So close.
My God!
Don't improvise!
Hear my thunder.
Fear my lightning.
W-What do we do? I don't have
any weapons or anything.
Don't worry!
White shoots darts
from his butt.
Your job is to give
a heroic speech.
Now get out there
and do me proud.
It's Level One, Billy.
It's a show.
He stuns you, you stun him,
he vows revenge,
and then you tell him that good
always triumphs over evil.
- Does it?
- Of course not.
Now get out there
and get this crap over with.
You're blocking traffic.
Oh, and he's taken out
like it's trash day.
Swing and a miss!
Way to go, Venture!
Love the costumes!
They look nothing like you
rescued them from Lidsville!
Oh! He's coming out!
And he's facing the right way!
Oh, you brought your albino?
Coward.
I left mine at home.
I'm not his albino.
People don't own albinos!
Eat my darts, St. Cloud!
Ugh.
So undignified.
Were we this bad
when we started?
Agent McManus, O.S.I.
I'm shutting this down.
I have suspicions that your man
has an unregistered rifle.
Kimberly.
It's me... S-464.
Oh, fantastic.
You're on daycare duty, too?
Perfect.
Just great.
And in the darkest night,
even when you can't find
a flashlight that isn't, like,
out of batteries or something,
good always prevails over evil.
Take this, Quizboy.
Oh. Oh.
Evil laugh fail
and he's just gassed himself.
Ah. Geez.
What...
What's my wife doing here?
W-What the hell?
Is this laughing gas?
You... You moron!
St. Cloud!
You asshole!
It's go time!
Oh, I'm so woozy.
White?
I'm gonna puke
in my Delta Boy suit.
Who has my rifle?
The Peril Partnership are scum.
Honorless scum!
I said I was done with you,
and I meant it!
Oh, my God.
Will you give him a chance?
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
- Uh, excuse me?
- You heard me.
Uh, listen, you O.S.I. lackey.
I will wipe the floor
with your fat trucker ass.
I don't care if he loves you,
set all this up,
and is helping us spy on the
Peril Partnership all for you,
'cause I am going to kick
the shit out of you.
You're a double agent?
You did all this for me?
- Why didn't you just tell me?
- No, no, no!
Screw this happy-ending crap!
This bitch is gonna get
a beatdown.
Uh... Councilwoman Smith!
I'm so glad
you answered my call.
My Little Villain had a mishap
with his rifle.
Why don't you two take off?
There's gonna be
tons of paperwork,
and, uh, there's no reason
to ruin all our nights.
We will handle this.
You would've lost your seat on
the council if you'd fought her.
Thanks. You saved my life.
No, I saved your job.
I just saved that woman's life.
You would've kicked her ass!
So he shoots me
with his rifle, right?
And I thought, "I'm dead.
This is it."
Me too!
There were all these sparks
flying around him.
But the suit, the giant suit,
it absorbs the blast,
and there I am, still standing.
And then I started
kicking him, right?
Like "Goodfellas" style,
just... just whalin' on him.
Beatin' on his rib cage
with his foot.
Go get your damn shine box,
St. Cloud!
White is just goin'
at his rib cage like it's...
- like there's money in it.
- Right? Oh, totally!
We housed him!
When, uh, when are you
gonna tell 'em
that they were hallucinating
on nitrous
and, uh, we found the three
of them asleep in a little pile?
Never.
P.E.N.I.S.
with this creepy building.
Welcome to The Guild
of Calamitous Intent.
Ta-da!
Please step on the grating
and put these on.
Have you eaten breakfast?
- No.
- Not yet.
Good.
Here she is...
Guild Strategic Operations.
Research and development,
agent training,
covert undertakings,
scams, shams, and "oh, damns"...
This is where it all goes down.
Every one of these doors
leads into the future
of organized evil.
Shut the fuckin' door!
E-Except for that door.
That's the men's room.
Ladies' room!
- I-It's not what it looks like!
- Dude!
You have the wrong door again.
- Right door.
- This is the B.T.C.
Blackmail Training Center.
These women are Guild agents.
And that man has the job
I apply for every year.
And denied.
The S.A.C...
the Surgical Alteration Center.
Here, after multiple
surgical processes,
we alter our agents
to take the place
of the world's
most powerful people.
Dave Grohl?
You made a guy into Dave Grohl?
Nobody refuses Dave Grohl.
He got a Beatle
to be in his band.
And King Diamond!
You try that, smartass.
The Guild H.T.C...
Hypnosis Training Center.
Here we train agents in the use
of our own method
of speed induction.
Hypnosis doesn't really work.
Oh, yeah.
It's a complete myth.
Sleep!
- No way. Screw this!
- Relax!
This is the H.T.C...
the Hologram Training Center.
Observe.
These are harmless
projected imag...
Okay. No. This is real.
Wait. No.
This is the V.A.T.C.
The Vicious Animal
Training Center.
Who's a good ocelot?
Let's just leave really slowly.
See? We really need to
label these doors.
This the Guild
Interrogation Hub.
What, it's not the G.I.H.?
No.
Why would it be that?
So, anything interest you?
We were looking more
for fieldwork...
you know,
something to help us level up.
The best thing for that
is to be a good "earner."
You bring in looted technology,
intel, severed heads, cash.
Oh, there's the Big Villain
program.
Tutor a Guild newbie for a day,
get massive brownie points
at your review board.
I don't know. Maybe?
I... Who do I got to tutor?
Uh, the only one available today
is St. Cloud.
Level one.
Arching Billy Quizboy
and the Pink Pilgrim.
Dude!
They work for Venture!
It's big-headed Billy
and that albino guy.
We got to do this.
Sweet!
We are so in.
- Ooh. Sorry.
- Please do not touch anything.
Hey, that's my wife.
Hi, sweetness!
That's secret Guild business,
Mr. Monarch.
Let's get you
to your Little Villain.
We can make this
nice and comfortable for you.
You just confess to being a
member of the Peril Partnership,
and you're a double agent
for the Guild by lunchtime.
I'm buying.
Turkey subs?
And if I don't?
Well, that's treason.
The punishment for that
is a classic.
It's called the tub.
It's filled with milk.
You lay in it.
if you're hungry,
we pour honey on your face.
That sounds kind of nice,
actually.
At first...
you know, till the milk spoils.
Soon the tub fills
with your excrement,
then the flies
and their maggots.
At first it itches a bit.
Then it starts to burn.
Your skin peels away
with every scratch
you can't stop yourself
from making.
The blood mixes with
the foul milk and excrement,
seeping into your open wounds.
The smell of your own death
causes you to vomit
into your already-toxic coffin.
Then the rats.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
The Peril Partnership.
Is that what you're... Yes.
Let's talk about them.
He owns the X-2?
How the hell is this guy
only a Level One antagonist?
Right? The X-2?
I haven't been aboard this thing
in years.
It's like visiting
the house you grew up in...
if you, like,
buried a dead guy behind it.
Ugh.
So eerily familiar.
You know what looks familiar?
That. That's Blue Thunder.
Roy Scheider flew that!
Dude, remember how ripped he was
in "Marathon Man"?
He was like Bruce Lee.
Friggin' Roy Scheider,
"Jaws" dad.
Secret six-pack.
Who knew?
Ahoy, gentlemen.
Welcome aboard the X-2,
as seen on
"The Rusty Venture Show."
Ah.
Uh, hello, there, uh, son.
Uh, do you know
where Mr. St. Cloud is?
Oh, goody!
I'm being hazed
by my Big Villain.
I wore my rubber panties
just in case you tickle me.
I always make wee-wee
with tickles.
Are you fucking kidding me?
That's St. Cloud?
I brought crullers!
And one apple fritter
that's mine.
And two of the crullers are mine
as well.
- Where are you guys?
- Freeze!
All right.
Prove that you're the real Doc.
This is totally a laser gun.
No.
And what is that, a caulk gun?
Show him what we got in the mail
this morning.
"Welcome to your demise,"
yada, yada, yada...
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. You guys, this is
a boilerplate Guild threat.
- Please.
- I tried to tell him that.
Liar! You were as freaked
as I am, White!
Billy, it's a scroll.
Hello?
It's like being scared
of a book report
on the Declaration
of Independence.
Did you not read the part
that mentioned disemboweling?
It personally threatens
my intestines!
Come in, Brock.
We have a Level One
Guild arching threat.
So? What do you want,
an aspirin or something?
See?
It's nothing.
Where do you keep the caulk?
I got to load this bad boy.
Just keep an eye on basic
Peril Partnership operations.
You're more like a concerned
friend than a spy.
And you'll help me
with my problem?
Sign it, and I'll do everything
I can...
So you don't want to talk,
huh, punky pal?
Does a cat have your tongue?
Well, I am just the dog to get
that cat off of your tongue!
Where is the disrupter ray,
Mr. Think You're Tough Guy?
What are you talking about?
He's agreed to work with us
if we help him get
his girlfriend back.
Help get his girlfriend back?
Is this interrogation room 8C?
This is room 8B.
My mistake.
You have no need
of my super-intimidating
bad-cop routine.
What you need... is a makeover!
Then we all get milkshakes!
- We're not going.
- I don't want to do that.
Look at all this stuff!
That's the 1973 "Sigmund
and the Sea Monster" suit.
Where did he get this?
I like his albino.
Quiet.
You should take notes
on this guy.
Ta-da!
My snazzy villain ensemble.
- Uh, I don't get it.
- No. No. He's a lightning cloud.
You know... St. Cloud?
Cloud hat?
Should it be tighter,
mm, sexier?
Oh, God, no!
It's already...
Okay. No... It's a start.
So, what's your weaponry, huh?
Can you lay down,
like, a blinding smoke cloud,
or does lightning
come from your hat?
These are made of foam core.
Do you have any superpowers?
Like, you know, were you bit by
a radioactive bug or anything?
Mm, well, I do have lupus,
fibromyalgia,
and restless leg syndrome.
Well, maybe we can work
with the restless leg?
- Stop!
- Super restless leg.
- That's dumb.
- All right. Fine.
So you have
no special abilities?
- I have money.
- Perfect!
We'll get a top-of-the-line
lightning rifle, and, uh...
Cloud bombs
loaded with nerve gas.
Level One, dude.
Level One.
Cloud bombs with laughing gas.
Billy!
Let's go in there.
Come on! You can't hide
in the can all day.
I got a belly full of crullers
and a delicate colon.
Let's go!
There are like 10 bathrooms
in this...
Ow.
- You're dead.
- What the hell?
- I thought we were in time-out!
- I told you this...
Never be standing
behind the door you open.
It could've been a killbot with
my voice programmed into it.
I actually made one of those.
His name was Guardo,
and he could've just killed you.
Behind every door is a threat.
Every sound is a warning.
Every shadow is a villain.
Every step is a...
Aah.
- How in the hell did you...
- Billy looked at you.
I'm armed,
but my back is still turned.
You're only wounded.
Come at me, hand to hand.
Keep low. Break my balance.
If you have an edge weapon...
He just ran away, didn't he?
Oh, yeah.
I'm pretty sure he was crying.
More smoke!
Now throw your catchphrase!
Look out, do-gooders.
Use the P.A.!
You're supposed to be big
and scary!
Reset!
I hope you brought rubbers,
because a storm is coming.
That's nasty...
and not even a little scary.
- Rubbers?
- Uh, rain booties.
Don't improvise!
Reset!
Hey, what flavor is this fog?
- It's making me hungry.
- Pineapple!
Now come out of the smoke
and give your evil laugh.
Over here!
You're facing the wrong way!
The fog is disorienting.
Evil laugh!
I will get you.
What the hell was that?
Are you having an asthma attack?
That was my evil laugh.
Oh, disgusting.
I mean, it's scary,
but in, like, that gross way.
You need a real, from-the-gut,
bone crusher of a laugh.
Reset!
Real evil laugh!
Do not embarrass me
in front of Venture!
Mwuah-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Mm.
Ew! Will you stop putting
that weird groan at the end?
Here. Listen to a pro.
Show him an evil laugh.
Gladly.
Reset!
Don't put on the kettle.
I'm not staying.
Just got to pick my clubs.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Shh.
Brock is training us to fight.
So I'm doing what I do best,
which is to secretly cower.
Oh.
Hey, that reminds me.
- Damn it!
- Ha!
I said trust nobody!
Ugh.
I want this car so bad.
I know you do.
So, ready to pull
your first P.E.N.I.S.?
That sounds unappetizing.
Oh, no.
P.E.N.I.S. is just an acronym.
For Preliminary Effective
New Information Schooling.
It's like recon,
but, uh, you bust shit up.
Then why not call it recon
instead of P.E.N.I.S.?
- Instead of what?
- Instead of P.E.N.I.S.
Of what?
- Of P.E.N.I.S.
- I can't hear you back there.
P.E.N.I.S. I said P.E.N.I.S.
P.E.N.I.S.!
Yeah. the O.S.I. never changes
their passwords.
And boom, here she is...
Agent Kimberly McManus.
Ooh-la-luscious!
Way to go, S-464.
Ladies do love exposed brains.
How do you know
what she looks like?
That's melt-in-your-mouth code
we're looking at.
She's working daycare...
Level One arches, surveillance,
intervention.
Do we have any Level One arches
scheduled today?
One... Augustus St. Cloud.
He just put in a requisition
for a Level One lightning rifle
and laughing gas grenades.
And he paid in cash.
- Dolla dolla bills, my brotha.
- All right.
Uh, upgrade the lightning rifle
to Level Six and send it out.
Mm. Six-level lightning.
That should get her attention.
She'll have to intervene
on a treaty violation.
So will we.
And you will get your lady back.
Isn't that, like, dangerous?
We're The Guild
of Calamitous Intent.
We're the bad guys.
Own it, gentlemen.
ST.
- Enh...
Ow.
I am Augustus St. Cloud,
archnemesis of the Quizboy.
I'm here to bust things up
and chew bubble gum,
and I find bubble gum
unpleasant.
Oh, laddy boy.
You chose the wrong place
to talk tough.
Rose? Rose, dear?
There's a wee little pest
in here!
You're stronger
than anticipated.
Oh, they're just water bugs,
Horace.
Honestly!
Oh, hello there.
He says he's here
to bust things up.
Apparently he's
your son's nemesis.
You want to hurt my Billy?
Horace, put him down.
Mama bear wants a piece
of that action.
Oh, you're in for quite
the pummeling there, sonny.
I'll let you take
the first swing,
and if you don't put me down,
I'll beat the living shit
out of you
till my arthritis kicks in.
And I just took my Humira.
Ugh.
Who the hell is this now?
Didn't you say I'm clear
for a while?
This isn't for you.
It's for them.
I'm sorry! I had to put
this place down as our sanctum.
My place is filled
with helpless old people.
What does it say?
"I will get you.
Mruu-haha."
Who's Mruu-haha?
It's an evil laugh, Billy.
Wait a minute.
That's exactly how The Monarch
spells his evil laugh...
with the stupid M-R and two U's.
You think that's a coincidence?
I think it just got personal.
Boys, get your coats on.
We're stepping up our game.
Pei put makeup on me.
How does it look?
Less like an old woman
beat your face,
but more like if Michael Kors
worked at the Wonka factory.
Mm. Goody.
So, what's in the case?
That, my Little Villain,
is your new lightning rifle.
21, why don't you tell him
what six figures gets you
at the Guild company store?
Rubberized titanium stock
and hand guard,
air-assisted charging handle,
activation bolt,
energy magazine release.
Gives you 10 Level One-rated
blasts,
regulated here
at the ejection port.
Balance at the handle, which
doubles as a rear sight drum.
And that's all the cookies
I need to sell
to get my merit badge.
Here. Give her a go.
Owie.
I landed on my bum-bum.
Ugh.
Help him up and get him changed
for his arching.
Damn it.
It was so cool until then.
Four months?!
We need these costumes tonight,
like in a couple hours!
Oh, you no just-a steal suits
like-a this beautiful rogue
here?
Ah! Enzo no stay mad.
Rusty good man... mostly.
Enzo.
Enzo?
You don't have any old rentals
for special friends?
You play-a Enzo's heartstrings!
Okay!
For the pink man, yes,
but for him?
He's like a bambino!
Oh, but his head is like
big strong man,
like a man
maybe six meters tall.
Molto grande!
I'll pay double rental.
I want these guys invincible for
their first New York arching.
Oh! First-a time?
So exciting.
I set you up.
But Enzo no hear that!
Enzo, he know nothing.
Hey, move that thing
out of here, buddy!
Not gonna happen, pal.
The engine died.
Will you take West 56th already?
Agent McManus in position.
Level One arches
are so cush these days.
They never blocked traffic
for us when we were coming up.
I smell pineapple.
It is showtime.
Should we go watch now?
Mm. Yeah.
After I finish this latte.
It was $9.
Nine.
For a latte.
Ugh.
Come on!
You got to get out there!
No way! I'm not wearing this!
Billy, from 1962 till puberty,
Delta Boy of Venus kicked ass
in that suit.
It's nigh impenetrable.
Now get out there
and kick some ass!
It can't be any worse
than White's.
Seriously.
I really thought a guy
called Killer Drone
would've had a cooler costume.
Wow.
You look like a real superhero.
You look like a can
of Diet Pepsi.
At least I don't look like the
girl from the Blind Melon video.
Well, her stinger
didn't shoot darts,
and her wings
didn't actually work.
Huh? Huh?
Yeah. Okay.
These don't either.
Billy Quizboy,
A storm is coming for you.
Put on your rubbers.
Mm.
Oh. So close.
My God!
Don't improvise!
Hear my thunder.
Fear my lightning.
W-What do we do? I don't have
any weapons or anything.
Don't worry!
White shoots darts
from his butt.
Your job is to give
a heroic speech.
Now get out there
and do me proud.
It's Level One, Billy.
It's a show.
He stuns you, you stun him,
he vows revenge,
and then you tell him that good
always triumphs over evil.
- Does it?
- Of course not.
Now get out there
and get this crap over with.
You're blocking traffic.
Oh, and he's taken out
like it's trash day.
Swing and a miss!
Way to go, Venture!
Love the costumes!
They look nothing like you
rescued them from Lidsville!
Oh! He's coming out!
And he's facing the right way!
Oh, you brought your albino?
Coward.
I left mine at home.
I'm not his albino.
People don't own albinos!
Eat my darts, St. Cloud!
Ugh.
So undignified.
Were we this bad
when we started?
Agent McManus, O.S.I.
I'm shutting this down.
I have suspicions that your man
has an unregistered rifle.
Kimberly.
It's me... S-464.
Oh, fantastic.
You're on daycare duty, too?
Perfect.
Just great.
And in the darkest night,
even when you can't find
a flashlight that isn't, like,
out of batteries or something,
good always prevails over evil.
Take this, Quizboy.
Oh. Oh.
Evil laugh fail
and he's just gassed himself.
Ah. Geez.
What...
What's my wife doing here?
W-What the hell?
Is this laughing gas?
You... You moron!
St. Cloud!
You asshole!
It's go time!
Oh, I'm so woozy.
White?
I'm gonna puke
in my Delta Boy suit.
Who has my rifle?
The Peril Partnership are scum.
Honorless scum!
I said I was done with you,
and I meant it!
Oh, my God.
Will you give him a chance?
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
- Uh, excuse me?
- You heard me.
Uh, listen, you O.S.I. lackey.
I will wipe the floor
with your fat trucker ass.
I don't care if he loves you,
set all this up,
and is helping us spy on the
Peril Partnership all for you,
'cause I am going to kick
the shit out of you.
You're a double agent?
You did all this for me?
- Why didn't you just tell me?
- No, no, no!
Screw this happy-ending crap!
This bitch is gonna get
a beatdown.
Uh... Councilwoman Smith!
I'm so glad
you answered my call.
My Little Villain had a mishap
with his rifle.
Why don't you two take off?
There's gonna be
tons of paperwork,
and, uh, there's no reason
to ruin all our nights.
We will handle this.
You would've lost your seat on
the council if you'd fought her.
Thanks. You saved my life.
No, I saved your job.
I just saved that woman's life.
You would've kicked her ass!
So he shoots me
with his rifle, right?
And I thought, "I'm dead.
This is it."
Me too!
There were all these sparks
flying around him.
But the suit, the giant suit,
it absorbs the blast,
and there I am, still standing.
And then I started
kicking him, right?
Like "Goodfellas" style,
just... just whalin' on him.
Beatin' on his rib cage
with his foot.
Go get your damn shine box,
St. Cloud!
White is just goin'
at his rib cage like it's...
- like there's money in it.
- Right? Oh, totally!
We housed him!
When, uh, when are you
gonna tell 'em
that they were hallucinating
on nitrous
and, uh, we found the three
of them asleep in a little pile?
Never.
P.E.N.I.S.