Zeroman (2004–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Peace Off - full transcript
It's
Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
Save our city!
Ba da, ba da.
Taste sweet freedom,
my minnowy minions,
and join me in my
army of the deep!
Freeze, Salmonella.
Zeroman!
Do you have any idea
what jostling that bag does
to little fishes?
It makes them woozy
and their bulgey eyes
to bulge even more.
Now put the fish
down and step away.
Your time is at
hand, my fishies.
Save me, save your queen!
So many tiny fins!
I think we all know what's
wrong with this picture.
If Zeroman had ducked here
and thrown a head fake there,
he could have rolled left,
then picked Salmonella off
as she passed in the
car, avoiding injury
and serious embarrassment.
Yes. Excellent. Top
notch chalk talk there, Ty.
You would've made a
terrific man at action.
But instead, he's stuck
down here. Hey, Zeroman.
Watching others do what he
can only dream of doing.
Too bad.
And it's doubly too bad that
Ty can't share his invaluable
insight at this weekend's
superhero summit.
The one time each year when
superheroes and villains alike
vow to cease hostilities in
order to hone their craft.
And have room service. We
sure are gonna miss you, Ty.
Gary, we talked about this.
No eager untrained
sidekicks allowed.
So instead, I guess
you're stuck down here,
watching others do what you
can only dream of doing.
Too bad.
Welcome to the hotel. I
hope you enjoy your stay.
I'm hotel clerk Clark. If
you have any questions,
feel free to ask.
I have a question, Clark.
Why is this taking so long?
Patience, Impatient Guy.
Man, can we just check
in and get to our rooms
while we're still young?
And let this be a
first lesson to us all.
A superhero is always patient,
ever vigilant in his wait
for truth, justice,
and room keys.
The next two days are
designed to help us make the
best collective we
that we can be, and-
Enough already,
we get the point.
I mean, just
look at this place.
I don't think we could
have picked a more perfect,
out-of-the-way think tank,
completely closed off
from the outside world. Free
of distractions of any kind.
Booya! Rusty and his gang
of nuts are in da house.
Zeroman!
Rusty Woodenwater.
What are you and your band
of no-goods doing here?
Well, I could ask
you the same thing.
Well?
Oh, is it me? We booked
this fine family establishment
for our superhero summit.
Impossible. We booked
this rundown dive
for our own supervillain summit.
Well, that's just great.
I'm not staying at the
same convention with them.
They don't even have
proper name tags.
Name tags. We don't need
no stinking name tags.
You know I'm Taco Bill.
I know he is Zeroman.
Let Zeroman go, Mr. Taco-
Oh, I wish you had a name tag.
Drop it or I'll blow you away.
Holster your hostilities and
remember what we're here for.
And Rusty, have you
and your cojones
forgotten about the truth?
He's right. We did agree
to lay off the hostilities
until after the weekend.
But the weekend doesn't
officially begin
until we've checked in. Right?
Well, technically, yes.
The name is Woodenwater.
Rusty Woodenwater.
Consider me and my party
officially checked in.
You just gotta do it quick.
Gee, I thought that
suit made you, like,
impervious to pain and stuff.
It does, Gullible
Guy. But the alien weave
has always been a little
thin in certain areas.
All right, super
friends. Lights out.
Time to tuck yourselves in.
We have a busy day tomorrow.
Lights out? This sucks!
It's only eight o'clock.
You heard me, Impatient Lab.
Man!
Don't make me come in there
and slap the sleeper on you.
Ah, sweet silence. It's nice
that Rusty and his fast crowd
have listened to reason.
I'm sure we'll have
no further tomfoolery from
them. Crazy rotten kids.
Fire alarm! Fire alarm!
Come on, everybody, out!
No pushing. No shoving.
Just like we practiced.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop!
We made it! Once again, our
razor sharp reaction time
has allowed us to slip
through death's icy grasp,
and in good time, too.
We're all so glad
that everyone got out,
because we sure wouldn't
wanna miss anyone.
Would we, gang?
I love flaunty
conventions. I really do.
That tears it!
It's time to take out
the trailer trash!
Not on my watch, friends.
We've taken a sworn oath
to refrain from
engaging our enemies.
We cannot retaliate,
no matter how foolish
and immature they may be.
I'm telling management.
I haven't had this much
fun at someone else's expense
since Ralph Benmergui
got canceled.
You got that right, kid.
But I can't help thinkin'
how ripe for picking Fair
City must be right now,
with no superheroes
in town, and all.
It's a golden criminal
opportunity, all right.
Even though every
criminal we know is here.
Not exactly, my good
men. For this very moment,
a mysterious tour bus should
be bowling into the heart
of unprotected Fair City,
ferrying a gifted young newcomer
to our dark art.
So who is
this crooked rookie?
Oh, just a little someone
that I've taken under my wing.
A tragically hip shock
and roll high schooler
that travels by the name of...
Van Walen!
Hello, Fair City!
Are you ready to rock?
I say, look there, Marjorie.
It's one of those
rock and or rollers.
I believe you're right, Miles.
There goes the neighborhood.
You can say that
again, stuffy dudes!
Righteous!
Right on! Party on!
Precisely what I had in
mind, my loyal Dead Head fans.
Now, let's trash this jaunt!
Oh my. Oh dear.
There's trouble!
Trouble right here in Fair City.
Must call for help! Fire
off the Zero signal.
Finally some peace and quiet.
Oh, great. This is just perfect.
I bet the mayor got lost again.
Hi, Ty. Glad to see you
finally come out of the closet.
Gary, what are you doing here?
Don't you have disposable
income to go spend freely?
Gobs of it. But when the
call to action goes up,
this is the only place to be.
There are gray flaming
holds flying everywhere.
Isn't that great?
No, it's supposed to be
all quiet this weekend.
Though knowing the mayor,
I'm sure it's nothing.
That's right, nothing
a boy can't handle!
Just keep your shirt
on until I find out
what this is all
about. Come in, mayor.
Oh, at last. Are you there?
I can't see you!
That's because I
don't want you to.
We've been over this.
He has a life outside
of this, you know.
Not much of a life,
but it's a life.
So what is it this time,
mayor? Got your head stuck
in the railing again?
A stubborn pickle jar
that needs opening? What?
It can't be anything really
urgent, because every villain
and crook is out of town.
Every known villain.
Righteous!
Whoa, but my note.
Mr. Woodenwater's scoutin' you
right now, dude.
It's your big chance,
so you stay gnarly, and
you get it right, okay?
Rusty W is dependin' on me!
There you are, little
list. And it is written
in the form of a
soon-to-be classic
Man Walen wailin' song
that goes like this.
Dear man, blow their
minds with your Axco blaster.
I can be their lord and
master. Set your sights
on city hall. Rock the mayor
and the rest will fall.
Do it loud, and do it
right, and you will tour
with me for life!
We can't take any chances.
The safety of the city
is at stake. We have
to call Zeroman.
Zeroman? Why bother
Zeroman when you've got me?
O Boy!
O Boy?
Oh, boy.
That's right, O Boy.
You remember, Mayor.
Zeroman's trusty
second and wiley ward.
Oh, right! O Boy.
Oh boy, oh boy, we're saved!
Zeroman's wiley O
Boy will handle this.
O Boy won't be
handling anything.
He's not field tested or
wiley. Just very annoying.
We're calling Z-man on
the emergency number
he left on the
fridge. Right now.
Oh, great. Just perfect.
What number? What?
Nice job, O Boy. Now we
have no way to call Zeroman
even if we want to.
I don't know about you
guys, but I'm feeling
like a badder and more
complete supervillain already.
You got that right, kid.
We're definitely becoming
the worst we's that we can be.
Don't you mean
we that we can be?
Bowango!
We can do it, Ty!
I have a life outside of
this, my own secret identity
to protect. What am
I supposed to do?
Whip up some quick and
dirty superhero persona,
just like that?
I know you want
it, Ty. I'll get you
any fashion designer you want.
Your choice of materials.
It doesn't have to
be dirty at all.
Just quick! I think there's
someone at the front door!
Knock, knock!
Knocking
on your front door!
Did you hear that? He's
destroying city property,
and now he's coming
to destroy me!
Oh, will someone please
leap into action?
Your mayor really,
really needs you!
So what do you say,
partner? Shall we suit up?
[Ty And so it came to
pass that a new avenger
was born. Spawn of cruel
necessity and lithe of limb
from years of yoga.
This dark angel of mercy
had not one life, nay. But
nine. For I am the kitten
in the lap of kindness,
bouncing on the wooly balls
of bad guys the world over as...
Hellcat!
And Holy Cow!
Strike up the band, man.
Because this cat has claws.
Superfriends, I
fear the sanctity of
our no-hostilities
truce has been broken.
For it was during a surprise
foot locker inspection
that I found whoopee cushions,
fake doggy doo, fire ants,
and the most damning
evidence of all,
detailed instructions
on how to plastic wrap
the toilet seat of an
unsuspecting toilet seat sitter.
He did say sitter, right?
Yeah, that's right. We were
planning a counter-attack.
You caught us red-handed
in pink uniform.
Look what they did
to our laundry.
I don't know about
the rest of you guys,
but they're gonna pay for
this. It was brand new.
No, I implore
you, Impatient Guy.
Don't let one red sock spoil
it for the whole bunch.
And believe me when I say
that I feel your pain.
For I, too, am up to here
with their shenanigans.
On that, you have my word
and testaminny, uh, mony.
I swear if Rusty persists on
spoiling our good guy time,
we'll pack up our pink
belongings and go home.
He said what?
Do you have any idea
what this means?
It means that if
Zeroman goes home early,
my plan is ruined.
He'll pull the plug
on the whole Man
Walen experience.
Oh, right. Your
coming home party.
So, as much as it
kills me to say this,
from here on out, we
have to be good bad guys
on our best behavior,
and no more pranks.
I, like, know you're
in here, Mayor MacWald.
There's no use hidin'!
For in a few scared bars,
you, too, will become
part of my ever-expanding
Dead Head family.
I'll assume you
didn't get the memo,
but there aren't supposed
to be any villains
in town this weekend.
Oh, I wouldn't
play that if I were you, man.
And as for this
one-man show of yours,
consider it canceled.
By Hellcat and Holy Cow.
Hellcat!
And Holy Cow?
You're like, kidding, right?
Misguided and misinformed.
That's a losing
combination, eh, Holy Cow?
I guess.
And my guess is that it's
time for this particular show
to hit the-
Holy cow crap!
They say that timing is
everything in this game,
little cow boy. But isn't
your little kitty, like,
supposed to land on his feet?
Ty, you took that
full in the head.
Are you OK? Good to go, buddy?
Say something! Speak to me!
Oh yeah, let's rock.
I am so totally stoked
at this juncture my
little bovine dude.
Oh yeah.
Are you ready to rock?
Hey, nice set of strings.
Is that a Vancaster
3000 axe guitar
with solid platinum bridges
and a built-in whammy bar?
It is, my fellow rock dude.
Good to see that it
is being appreciated.
Now, prepare for your
stairway to heaven.
Whoa, I hear you, man.
But what if I told you I
could outfit the Man Walen
experience with the
latest in rock equipment?
My little bovine dude,
let's get ready to rock.
Okay, look sharp.
Here he comes.
And so to sum up, if you are
not prepared to do the time,
then why not just don't do the
crime. That's all I'm saying.
My feeling exactly, Rusty.
And I must say, it's terrific
to see your team finally
playing ball, which
is why I'm here.
You know, after we
wrap up this exercise
to improve our other super
senses, I was wondering
if you'd like to help
us put these sturdy bats
to good use in a team-building
game of softball.
Rusty, please?
Put it outta your
minds, gang. Stay strong.
We're in this together.
And give us the strength
of will not to smite
our stupid enemies.
In this, we beg you.
Amen.
Ah, prayer, eh,
Rusty? The last refuge
of a desperate man.
Hey, is that an
anti-personality
feet-seeking stunt gun?
With over and under muscle
confounders. Feel the weight.
We were wondering if you'd
mind holding these for us
while we take a quick
knee for a team prayer.
No, absolutely
not. We couldn't.
For gosh sakes, kid.
We're only inhuman!
This had better be worth
it. That's all I have to say.
Holy Cow. Thanks
for the hookups.
The Mitchell 10,000 is amazing.
And the venue is stellar!
Hello, Fair
City! Are you ready to rock?
Crank it, dude. Let's
see what this amp can do!
I say, Miles.
You look horrible.
As do you, Marjorie.
What say we go medieval
on a pizza pie?
Oh, dudes. Look what
you did to my guitar!
My gnarly, nuke-fueled
axe! It's gonna be
in the shop for, like, ever!
You can spend that time
thinking about what you've done.
It's the juvie hole
shame for you, son.
So what do you say,
partner? Why bother Zeroman
when you've got me?
Victory is ours!
Not yet, Holy Cow. We have
but one task left to perform.
Really? A parade in our honor?
Getting the key to the city?
Actually, we have
to clean this mess up
before you-know-who gets
home. I'll sweep, you mop.
Thank God it's over. This
has been the longest two days
of my life and I've done
press and Moose Jaw.
It was a rocky start,
but I have to say,
in the end it turned into
a worthwhile weekend.
Oh you do, do you?
You have to say that?
Well, that's easy for you
to say, because I just
found out my big homecoming
plans fell through!
Which means I went
through all this,
spent an entire
weekend with Zero Dick
and a squad of dorks
and wads for nothing!
I'll show you dorks and wads!
For the love of God,
Zeroman. How much longer
do you expect us to take
this abuse from him?
Patience, Impatient Guy. The
truce isn't officially over.
At least until
we've checked out.
Isn't that right, Rusty?
Well, technically, yes.
Clark! Zeroman here,
notifying one and all
that my party and I have
officially checked out.
Ah, nuts.
I really do spoil these
kids. Hold on, there.
That's no way to take a punch.
Now here, let me show you!
Boy, it sure is good to be back.
The old hometown
hasn't changed a bit.
Why should it happen? You
were only gone for two days.
Yeah, we just played music,
tried on some new outfits.
Brought the city
back from the brink
of total annihilation, you know.
Same old, same old.
The music is
mighty interesting.
Would you turn it up a bit?
Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
It's Zeroman! Ba da, ba da.
Save our city!
Ba da, ba da.
Taste sweet freedom,
my minnowy minions,
and join me in my
army of the deep!
Freeze, Salmonella.
Zeroman!
Do you have any idea
what jostling that bag does
to little fishes?
It makes them woozy
and their bulgey eyes
to bulge even more.
Now put the fish
down and step away.
Your time is at
hand, my fishies.
Save me, save your queen!
So many tiny fins!
I think we all know what's
wrong with this picture.
If Zeroman had ducked here
and thrown a head fake there,
he could have rolled left,
then picked Salmonella off
as she passed in the
car, avoiding injury
and serious embarrassment.
Yes. Excellent. Top
notch chalk talk there, Ty.
You would've made a
terrific man at action.
But instead, he's stuck
down here. Hey, Zeroman.
Watching others do what he
can only dream of doing.
Too bad.
And it's doubly too bad that
Ty can't share his invaluable
insight at this weekend's
superhero summit.
The one time each year when
superheroes and villains alike
vow to cease hostilities in
order to hone their craft.
And have room service. We
sure are gonna miss you, Ty.
Gary, we talked about this.
No eager untrained
sidekicks allowed.
So instead, I guess
you're stuck down here,
watching others do what you
can only dream of doing.
Too bad.
Welcome to the hotel. I
hope you enjoy your stay.
I'm hotel clerk Clark. If
you have any questions,
feel free to ask.
I have a question, Clark.
Why is this taking so long?
Patience, Impatient Guy.
Man, can we just check
in and get to our rooms
while we're still young?
And let this be a
first lesson to us all.
A superhero is always patient,
ever vigilant in his wait
for truth, justice,
and room keys.
The next two days are
designed to help us make the
best collective we
that we can be, and-
Enough already,
we get the point.
I mean, just
look at this place.
I don't think we could
have picked a more perfect,
out-of-the-way think tank,
completely closed off
from the outside world. Free
of distractions of any kind.
Booya! Rusty and his gang
of nuts are in da house.
Zeroman!
Rusty Woodenwater.
What are you and your band
of no-goods doing here?
Well, I could ask
you the same thing.
Well?
Oh, is it me? We booked
this fine family establishment
for our superhero summit.
Impossible. We booked
this rundown dive
for our own supervillain summit.
Well, that's just great.
I'm not staying at the
same convention with them.
They don't even have
proper name tags.
Name tags. We don't need
no stinking name tags.
You know I'm Taco Bill.
I know he is Zeroman.
Let Zeroman go, Mr. Taco-
Oh, I wish you had a name tag.
Drop it or I'll blow you away.
Holster your hostilities and
remember what we're here for.
And Rusty, have you
and your cojones
forgotten about the truth?
He's right. We did agree
to lay off the hostilities
until after the weekend.
But the weekend doesn't
officially begin
until we've checked in. Right?
Well, technically, yes.
The name is Woodenwater.
Rusty Woodenwater.
Consider me and my party
officially checked in.
You just gotta do it quick.
Gee, I thought that
suit made you, like,
impervious to pain and stuff.
It does, Gullible
Guy. But the alien weave
has always been a little
thin in certain areas.
All right, super
friends. Lights out.
Time to tuck yourselves in.
We have a busy day tomorrow.
Lights out? This sucks!
It's only eight o'clock.
You heard me, Impatient Lab.
Man!
Don't make me come in there
and slap the sleeper on you.
Ah, sweet silence. It's nice
that Rusty and his fast crowd
have listened to reason.
I'm sure we'll have
no further tomfoolery from
them. Crazy rotten kids.
Fire alarm! Fire alarm!
Come on, everybody, out!
No pushing. No shoving.
Just like we practiced.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop!
We made it! Once again, our
razor sharp reaction time
has allowed us to slip
through death's icy grasp,
and in good time, too.
We're all so glad
that everyone got out,
because we sure wouldn't
wanna miss anyone.
Would we, gang?
I love flaunty
conventions. I really do.
That tears it!
It's time to take out
the trailer trash!
Not on my watch, friends.
We've taken a sworn oath
to refrain from
engaging our enemies.
We cannot retaliate,
no matter how foolish
and immature they may be.
I'm telling management.
I haven't had this much
fun at someone else's expense
since Ralph Benmergui
got canceled.
You got that right, kid.
But I can't help thinkin'
how ripe for picking Fair
City must be right now,
with no superheroes
in town, and all.
It's a golden criminal
opportunity, all right.
Even though every
criminal we know is here.
Not exactly, my good
men. For this very moment,
a mysterious tour bus should
be bowling into the heart
of unprotected Fair City,
ferrying a gifted young newcomer
to our dark art.
So who is
this crooked rookie?
Oh, just a little someone
that I've taken under my wing.
A tragically hip shock
and roll high schooler
that travels by the name of...
Van Walen!
Hello, Fair City!
Are you ready to rock?
I say, look there, Marjorie.
It's one of those
rock and or rollers.
I believe you're right, Miles.
There goes the neighborhood.
You can say that
again, stuffy dudes!
Righteous!
Right on! Party on!
Precisely what I had in
mind, my loyal Dead Head fans.
Now, let's trash this jaunt!
Oh my. Oh dear.
There's trouble!
Trouble right here in Fair City.
Must call for help! Fire
off the Zero signal.
Finally some peace and quiet.
Oh, great. This is just perfect.
I bet the mayor got lost again.
Hi, Ty. Glad to see you
finally come out of the closet.
Gary, what are you doing here?
Don't you have disposable
income to go spend freely?
Gobs of it. But when the
call to action goes up,
this is the only place to be.
There are gray flaming
holds flying everywhere.
Isn't that great?
No, it's supposed to be
all quiet this weekend.
Though knowing the mayor,
I'm sure it's nothing.
That's right, nothing
a boy can't handle!
Just keep your shirt
on until I find out
what this is all
about. Come in, mayor.
Oh, at last. Are you there?
I can't see you!
That's because I
don't want you to.
We've been over this.
He has a life outside
of this, you know.
Not much of a life,
but it's a life.
So what is it this time,
mayor? Got your head stuck
in the railing again?
A stubborn pickle jar
that needs opening? What?
It can't be anything really
urgent, because every villain
and crook is out of town.
Every known villain.
Righteous!
Whoa, but my note.
Mr. Woodenwater's scoutin' you
right now, dude.
It's your big chance,
so you stay gnarly, and
you get it right, okay?
Rusty W is dependin' on me!
There you are, little
list. And it is written
in the form of a
soon-to-be classic
Man Walen wailin' song
that goes like this.
Dear man, blow their
minds with your Axco blaster.
I can be their lord and
master. Set your sights
on city hall. Rock the mayor
and the rest will fall.
Do it loud, and do it
right, and you will tour
with me for life!
We can't take any chances.
The safety of the city
is at stake. We have
to call Zeroman.
Zeroman? Why bother
Zeroman when you've got me?
O Boy!
O Boy?
Oh, boy.
That's right, O Boy.
You remember, Mayor.
Zeroman's trusty
second and wiley ward.
Oh, right! O Boy.
Oh boy, oh boy, we're saved!
Zeroman's wiley O
Boy will handle this.
O Boy won't be
handling anything.
He's not field tested or
wiley. Just very annoying.
We're calling Z-man on
the emergency number
he left on the
fridge. Right now.
Oh, great. Just perfect.
What number? What?
Nice job, O Boy. Now we
have no way to call Zeroman
even if we want to.
I don't know about you
guys, but I'm feeling
like a badder and more
complete supervillain already.
You got that right, kid.
We're definitely becoming
the worst we's that we can be.
Don't you mean
we that we can be?
Bowango!
We can do it, Ty!
I have a life outside of
this, my own secret identity
to protect. What am
I supposed to do?
Whip up some quick and
dirty superhero persona,
just like that?
I know you want
it, Ty. I'll get you
any fashion designer you want.
Your choice of materials.
It doesn't have to
be dirty at all.
Just quick! I think there's
someone at the front door!
Knock, knock!
Knocking
on your front door!
Did you hear that? He's
destroying city property,
and now he's coming
to destroy me!
Oh, will someone please
leap into action?
Your mayor really,
really needs you!
So what do you say,
partner? Shall we suit up?
[Ty And so it came to
pass that a new avenger
was born. Spawn of cruel
necessity and lithe of limb
from years of yoga.
This dark angel of mercy
had not one life, nay. But
nine. For I am the kitten
in the lap of kindness,
bouncing on the wooly balls
of bad guys the world over as...
Hellcat!
And Holy Cow!
Strike up the band, man.
Because this cat has claws.
Superfriends, I
fear the sanctity of
our no-hostilities
truce has been broken.
For it was during a surprise
foot locker inspection
that I found whoopee cushions,
fake doggy doo, fire ants,
and the most damning
evidence of all,
detailed instructions
on how to plastic wrap
the toilet seat of an
unsuspecting toilet seat sitter.
He did say sitter, right?
Yeah, that's right. We were
planning a counter-attack.
You caught us red-handed
in pink uniform.
Look what they did
to our laundry.
I don't know about
the rest of you guys,
but they're gonna pay for
this. It was brand new.
No, I implore
you, Impatient Guy.
Don't let one red sock spoil
it for the whole bunch.
And believe me when I say
that I feel your pain.
For I, too, am up to here
with their shenanigans.
On that, you have my word
and testaminny, uh, mony.
I swear if Rusty persists on
spoiling our good guy time,
we'll pack up our pink
belongings and go home.
He said what?
Do you have any idea
what this means?
It means that if
Zeroman goes home early,
my plan is ruined.
He'll pull the plug
on the whole Man
Walen experience.
Oh, right. Your
coming home party.
So, as much as it
kills me to say this,
from here on out, we
have to be good bad guys
on our best behavior,
and no more pranks.
I, like, know you're
in here, Mayor MacWald.
There's no use hidin'!
For in a few scared bars,
you, too, will become
part of my ever-expanding
Dead Head family.
I'll assume you
didn't get the memo,
but there aren't supposed
to be any villains
in town this weekend.
Oh, I wouldn't
play that if I were you, man.
And as for this
one-man show of yours,
consider it canceled.
By Hellcat and Holy Cow.
Hellcat!
And Holy Cow?
You're like, kidding, right?
Misguided and misinformed.
That's a losing
combination, eh, Holy Cow?
I guess.
And my guess is that it's
time for this particular show
to hit the-
Holy cow crap!
They say that timing is
everything in this game,
little cow boy. But isn't
your little kitty, like,
supposed to land on his feet?
Ty, you took that
full in the head.
Are you OK? Good to go, buddy?
Say something! Speak to me!
Oh yeah, let's rock.
I am so totally stoked
at this juncture my
little bovine dude.
Oh yeah.
Are you ready to rock?
Hey, nice set of strings.
Is that a Vancaster
3000 axe guitar
with solid platinum bridges
and a built-in whammy bar?
It is, my fellow rock dude.
Good to see that it
is being appreciated.
Now, prepare for your
stairway to heaven.
Whoa, I hear you, man.
But what if I told you I
could outfit the Man Walen
experience with the
latest in rock equipment?
My little bovine dude,
let's get ready to rock.
Okay, look sharp.
Here he comes.
And so to sum up, if you are
not prepared to do the time,
then why not just don't do the
crime. That's all I'm saying.
My feeling exactly, Rusty.
And I must say, it's terrific
to see your team finally
playing ball, which
is why I'm here.
You know, after we
wrap up this exercise
to improve our other super
senses, I was wondering
if you'd like to help
us put these sturdy bats
to good use in a team-building
game of softball.
Rusty, please?
Put it outta your
minds, gang. Stay strong.
We're in this together.
And give us the strength
of will not to smite
our stupid enemies.
In this, we beg you.
Amen.
Ah, prayer, eh,
Rusty? The last refuge
of a desperate man.
Hey, is that an
anti-personality
feet-seeking stunt gun?
With over and under muscle
confounders. Feel the weight.
We were wondering if you'd
mind holding these for us
while we take a quick
knee for a team prayer.
No, absolutely
not. We couldn't.
For gosh sakes, kid.
We're only inhuman!
This had better be worth
it. That's all I have to say.
Holy Cow. Thanks
for the hookups.
The Mitchell 10,000 is amazing.
And the venue is stellar!
Hello, Fair
City! Are you ready to rock?
Crank it, dude. Let's
see what this amp can do!
I say, Miles.
You look horrible.
As do you, Marjorie.
What say we go medieval
on a pizza pie?
Oh, dudes. Look what
you did to my guitar!
My gnarly, nuke-fueled
axe! It's gonna be
in the shop for, like, ever!
You can spend that time
thinking about what you've done.
It's the juvie hole
shame for you, son.
So what do you say,
partner? Why bother Zeroman
when you've got me?
Victory is ours!
Not yet, Holy Cow. We have
but one task left to perform.
Really? A parade in our honor?
Getting the key to the city?
Actually, we have
to clean this mess up
before you-know-who gets
home. I'll sweep, you mop.
Thank God it's over. This
has been the longest two days
of my life and I've done
press and Moose Jaw.
It was a rocky start,
but I have to say,
in the end it turned into
a worthwhile weekend.
Oh you do, do you?
You have to say that?
Well, that's easy for you
to say, because I just
found out my big homecoming
plans fell through!
Which means I went
through all this,
spent an entire
weekend with Zero Dick
and a squad of dorks
and wads for nothing!
I'll show you dorks and wads!
For the love of God,
Zeroman. How much longer
do you expect us to take
this abuse from him?
Patience, Impatient Guy. The
truce isn't officially over.
At least until
we've checked out.
Isn't that right, Rusty?
Well, technically, yes.
Clark! Zeroman here,
notifying one and all
that my party and I have
officially checked out.
Ah, nuts.
I really do spoil these
kids. Hold on, there.
That's no way to take a punch.
Now here, let me show you!
Boy, it sure is good to be back.
The old hometown
hasn't changed a bit.
Why should it happen? You
were only gone for two days.
Yeah, we just played music,
tried on some new outfits.
Brought the city
back from the brink
of total annihilation, you know.
Same old, same old.
The music is
mighty interesting.
Would you turn it up a bit?