Zeroman (2004–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Son of Zeroman - full transcript
We meet again,
Agent Mutton.
You have any last words?
Forgive me if I don't feel
like talking, butter nick.
As you can see, I'm a little...
Hung-over.
But I don't
expect you to talk.
I expect you to fly!
This goes against
everything we seek
in an agents stand for Barron.
But if you don't mind,
I'd rather not die
with my boots on.
Ahh!
Oh for God's sake.
Stop him!
Stop him now!
Huzzuh!
Take that.
I love seeing my dear
old dad the main in action.
When did you get this?
It's some old agency
training footage I saved.
They gave this to study
and learn from the best.
Then your dad was the best.
Oh, he sure was.
Take that!
Man, what a beat!
This part is something
I threw together from
some old home movies of yours.
I...
I hope you don't mind.
Mind?
Why would I mind?
It's, it's...
Beautifully edited.
Hey, now.
Come on.
You're supposed to
be the Man of Zeal.
You stop crying out loud
for crying out loud.
Now blow.
You're right, Ty.
I just have to accept the
fact that my daddy is gone,
and that I'll never
have a son of my own
to carry on the Mutton name.
I think you and I both know
that the son of Zeroman
isn't going to just
pop in out of nowhere.
Oh, perfect.
Right on cue.
Woohoo! Yeah, boy!
From downtown to down
here in 3.5 seconds flat.
I usually get sick on rides,
but I never get sick,
or tired, of that one.
Just like we never
grow sick and tired
of your constant pop-ins, Gary.
To what do we owe this
unannounced visit?
Since when do I need a reason
to check in on my
favorite investment?
Connie, pull my calls.
And move my 10,
11, and 12 o'clock
to one, two and three o'clock.
Okay team, what's our status?
What's the situation?
What are we up against?
What have I missed?
Bring me up to speed.
Who are those guys on street?
And how come Zeroman is crying?
I need answers!
Team details!
Get me details!
There are no details.
Nothing's happening.
Those are old home movies
of Les and his dad,
and he's sad because
he's not a dad.
And get out of my chair!
Really, Zeroman?
Is this true?
Well, technically
it's your chair,
Gary, since you've
paid for everything.
But, Ty doesn't have to like it.
No, I mean about being sad.
Sad about what?
Sad about seeing my dad
glad to have me as a lad,
and the time we had,
or, me sad about
me not being a dad,
who's glad to have a lad
and a dad-lad relationship
like me and my dad had?
Not bad.
The second part.
Because with me
not having a dad,
and you are not having a lad,
I always thought
that you and I had a,
you know,
me and you were kind of...
Lonely and desperate.
No.
Doomed to die alone.
No.
Well clearly I'm not catching
your cryptic drift here,
Gary, but I can tell you this.
If I had only one wish,
it would be to feel the
bond that can only be felt
between a father and a son.
Me too.
And since we're looking
for the same thing,
maybe you and I
could be more like--
Great flaming holes!
Hold that thought, Gary.
It's a call to zero action.
Really?
Oh boy.
Let me just get
my sidekick suit,
and we can talk on the way.
I got a new gadget
I wanna try out.
No way!
No new gadgets.
You're still only a
sidekick in training.
Ty's right.
There's no time to lose.
Zeroman to Ty.
Do you read me?
Over.
Ty here.
I read you, Zeroman.
The holy shoot skydiving
company reports
that a father and son
group of skydivers
are falling to their death!
It's no use!
The main chutes won't open!
Try the reserve chutes!
We gonna die!
Why! Why!
Maybe God needs more
fathers and sons in heaven!
No he doesn't!
Shut up! Shut up!
I reached the coordinates
but there's no sign of them, Ty.
Just hold your position.
You should be getting a visual
right about...
Now.
Right as always, Ty.
Hey, wait up gang.
It's Zeroman here,
ever near.
Whee!
Say there, citizens.
What's the cause of
this outing gone wrong?
Improper chute backing?
Oh,
I've read articles about this.
Zeroman,
this doesn't look good.
My readouts have you falling
in a ridiculous rate of speed.
Fly to safety!
I'm trying, but they're
uncommonly strong.
10 Seconds to impact.
I think I can
wiggle my fingers,
enough to unleash the supersuits
and I grabbity the gravity belt.
Okay.
That was just my belt.
Now this really
doesn't look good.
Oh, I can't look!
Can this be end
of Zeroman?
And back to the morph
room for plucky O-boy.
They made it.
I'm saved!
I mean...
They're saved!
Golly gee, thanks
a bunch Zeroman!
I'm Sonny.
Now don't thank me, Sonny.
Thank my super shorts and
their alien elasticity.
Thank you, super shorts!
Better run along son,
your father needs you.
Oh, none of those are my dad.
The orphanage arranged
for me to join this group
so I can see what having
a real father is like.
I never thought I'd ever
get to meet my real father,
until today!
I thought you
said none of these
flying fathers were your dad?
They're not, Zeroman.
Because my real father...
Is you!
And just like that,
he was gone.
The van took off before
I even had a chance to
find out who he was!
Or if he truly is my son.
Oh well.
Easy come, easy go.
It's best we just
forget about him
and move on with our lives.
Can we get 'em off there?
It's upsetting Zeroman.
Oh, that's better.
Oh, on the contrary, Gary.
I'm thrilled over the idea
that I have an
honest to goodness
real live outside
child out there.
A fair haired foundling.
Just waiting to be found.
Okay, look.
I'll admit.
There is a resemblance
between you two,
and I know how badly you wish
you had someone to carry
on the Mutton name,
but it's kind of impossible
for Sonny to be your son,
Zeroman.
My guess is that
Sonny is lying.
Probably one of those
desperate fanboy types
who would say and do anything
just to muscle his way
into Zeroman's life.
Yeah, we know the type.
Nevertheless.
Even us bachelors
can get paid a visit
by Mr. Stork.
Who knows?
Maybe wishes really
do come true.
Hey, what does
he mean by that?
Where's he going?
Where do you think?
To get to know Sonny.
Where are you going?
Where do you think?
To stick my nose in
where it doesn't belong.
Oh man.
You should have seen his
face when I told him.
I thought he was gonna fill
his super shorts right there.
Wahaha!
I'll tell ya,
he's a good chameleon kid.
He's got Zeroman's
look down to a T.
Thank you, Don, Ron.
But what did you expect from
a cosmetic actor such as I?
Rusty Woodenwater!
Sonny and I have a
date with dear old dad.
Wahaha!
Wahaha!
Hahaha!
Play ball!
Yes, sir.
There's no better way to cap
a perfect father and son day
than to take in a ball game.
I'm so glad that we finally
found each other, Sonny.
Boy, you said it dad.
All right, that's enough!
All your laughing and hugging
and father and son bonding.
When's the last time you
took me to a ball game,
Huh?
Why would I do that, Gary?
You own the team.
You can go anytime you want.
That's not the point!
The point is he's
playing you for a chump.
I've had my people check,
and nobody has ever
heard of Sonny.
There's not one physical
shred of evidence
that proves this kid
is who he says he is!
In actual fact there is,
isn't there, Daddy?
There sure is.
Sonny and I discovered
that we share
the exact same
rare birth defect.
We have two left feet.
See.
Proof positive
that Sonny is the son
I thought I'd never have.
I'm going to groom
him with a lifetime
of side by side kid zeroing,
in order that one fine day,
I might pass the title
and the suit of Zeroman
on to him.
Isn't that great, Gary?
This isn't fair!
I'm being groomed
to Zeroman's ward,
not you!
Gary!
Sonny!
Boys!
Stop this at once.
Bite me.
Security! Security!
This isn't over, Sonny!
You haven't seen the
last of Gary Glengarry!
In your
face, second place.
I'm the new number
one son in town now!
Waha!
Daddy!
I have to go to the bathroom.
You really got'em eating
outta your hand, kid.
He really does have that
fatherly love look in his eye.
Well, not having
a father of my own,
I wouldn't know.
But I have to say,
it does feel like he
really cares about me...
Calling for
the seventh inning stretch.
I tell you, Ty, my
fondest wishes come true.
Les Mutton has a son.
Zeroman,
what proof do we have that
Sonny is really your son?
Just don't do anything hasty
until we know for sure,
okay?
Wishes hardly ever come true.
Loud and clear, Ty.
Gotta go now.
Bye-bye.
Please, direct
your attention to section O,
row zero,
seats zero and one.
Those are our seats,
and that's us up there!
What's going on?
Did I do something wrong?
Oh no, Sonny.
Its not that at all,
you've been perfect.
So perfect that I have something
very important to ask you.
I'd consider myself the
luckiest Zeroman in the world,
If you, Sonny,
would consent to be my boy.
What?
What! Did I just say?
Are you crazy?
Have you taken one too many
foul balls up the head?
Just one.
So what do you say Sonny?
Would you be my little zero boy?
Yes.
Yes, of course I will.
I mean I do!
I mean...
Oh I love you, Zeroman!
One more thing, Sonny.
It's just a formality, but...
like my father before me
and his father before that,
I would consider it an
honor to pass on to you,
my family name.
Your secret identity is...
the mailman?
There can be no secrets
between a father and son.
Put 'er there,
Sonny Mutton.
I...
I can't believe
you told me that.
I guess I must be pretty
important to you, huh?
You're more important
to me than anything.
More important than
even my life as Zeroman.
Don't you know that, son?
I have to go the bathroom.
The plan is off!
I'm renouncing my
life of crime, and...
dedicating my life
to my new life!
As the son of Zeroman,
the dad I never had.
Ty to Zeroman.
Come in Zeroman.
Zeroman here, Ty.
Or should I say Zerodad?
Haha. Over.
You told them your
secret identity--
Are you crazy?
Just what do you
think you're doing?
Actually,
we're on the way
to the law officers
to give Sonny boy my name.
Over and out.
What?
No, wait!
Zeroman!
Oh great, just perfect.
It's over for me.
From number one son to second
class citizen in one day.
Gee,
can this really be the
end of plucky O-boy?
Watch it, Alice.
Because if I go down,
all this is going down too.
The bucks stop here.
Unless you can
stop this somehow.
Prove that Sonny is playing
Zeroman for a chump.
To do that, I
need hard evidence.
His fingerprints.
A retina scan.
A Sonny spit sample.
Heck, even a few teeth marks...
would do.
Where did you get these?
From him.
I told him to bite me.
So he bit me!
The little jerk.
Why?
Is this good?
Oh, this is good.
This is very, very good.
Okay.
If we can cross
match this bite mark
with our database of
known criminal bite marks,
it just might give us
Sonny's real identity.
Congratulations,
my one and only son.
It's official, I now pronounce
you the son of Zeroman.
Yee!
Father!
No!
Oh boy.
It's worse than we thought.
Oh boy is right.
Judging by this,
this looks like a job for O-boy!
Oh boy.
Sonny boy.
Save yourself, it's
too late for me.
These anti-static sheets
reek havoc on my suit.
Stay in school.
Urgh...
Eat your vegetables.
Don't take rides from strangers.
Always take the first pitch.
No!
Hello!
Are you like deaf?
What have you done?
The plan was off!
I was happy, don't you see?
Happy is the son of he.
We done it for
your own good kid.
Clearly you weren't thinking
too clearly there, Rusty.
Rusty?
I'm Sonny.
Don't you recognize me?
You're--you're not my Sonny.
Ugh.
You're Rusty.
Rusty Woodenwater.
No!
Don't look at me!
I'm horrible!
Thanks!
Thanks a lot.
Happy now?
Zeroman, it's not
what you think.
I didn't want it
to end this way.
Because when we were together,
all I know was for the
first time in my life
I felt happy!
Happy to be your son!
I have no son, and
wishes never come true.
You're dead to me now.
Now you do what
you set out to do,
and make me dead to you too.
Stop it!
Although I've got to
say I'm frankly surprised
that you could pull this off,
you not being that
much of an actor
and getting bounced off
your own show and all.
Not much of an actor?
I'll show you some acting!
Starting with the
breaking of a few legs!
Not so fast, Rusty!
Oh boy! It's O-boy!
Yes, O-boy!
Eager young charge and style
ward sidekick to Zeroman.
Here to avenge my
fallen mentor in this,
his hour of need.
In this, the O-boy Omo blaster,
my latest and greatest
dispenser of doom!
Patent pending.
No!
No new gadgets!
Stick to the basics!
Prepare to sample the
bittersweet taste of justice
at the business end
of O-boys punishing
dispenser of doom.
Get those primary colored
grenades outta the trunk,
would you Don?
Hey, no!
Stop that.
Ugh.
Why grenades?
Get 'em off.
Get 'em off!
On my way, O-boy.
That's it.
Faster, faster!
But I can't eat this much gum.
Zero in,
I've gotta fix on
O-boy's trajectory.
Position yourself at
180 degrees latitude
and 240 degrees
longitude for reentry.
Oh boy, O-boy!
I've got you, O-boy!
We should be fine here.
Here he comes!
Now that was 230 degrees
longitude, right?
Oh, for God's sake.
Tada.
Victory is ours.
I hate to admit it,
but...
nice work you too.
I'll be surprised if Rusty can
even remember his own name,
let alone your secret
identity after that.
It's a job well done.
Although I have to admit,
it was nice having
a son for a while.
Even if it was only Rusty.
You're right as always, Ty.
Wishes really don't come true.
They say it's harder to
have had a son then lost one
than never to have had a
son and lost him at all.
And I have you to
thank for that, Gary.
Thanks to your
loyal intervention,
I haven't just lost a fake son.
I've gained a
bouncing buddy O-boy.
Wait, Zeroman.
There's no place I
have to be right now.
And I thought maybe,
I don't know.
You could help me with
some of my footwork?
Sometimes I feel like
I've got two left feet.
I know just how you feel son.
Well, what do you know?
I guess Ty's not always right.
Sometimes wishes
really do come true.
Agent Mutton.
You have any last words?
Forgive me if I don't feel
like talking, butter nick.
As you can see, I'm a little...
Hung-over.
But I don't
expect you to talk.
I expect you to fly!
This goes against
everything we seek
in an agents stand for Barron.
But if you don't mind,
I'd rather not die
with my boots on.
Ahh!
Oh for God's sake.
Stop him!
Stop him now!
Huzzuh!
Take that.
I love seeing my dear
old dad the main in action.
When did you get this?
It's some old agency
training footage I saved.
They gave this to study
and learn from the best.
Then your dad was the best.
Oh, he sure was.
Take that!
Man, what a beat!
This part is something
I threw together from
some old home movies of yours.
I...
I hope you don't mind.
Mind?
Why would I mind?
It's, it's...
Beautifully edited.
Hey, now.
Come on.
You're supposed to
be the Man of Zeal.
You stop crying out loud
for crying out loud.
Now blow.
You're right, Ty.
I just have to accept the
fact that my daddy is gone,
and that I'll never
have a son of my own
to carry on the Mutton name.
I think you and I both know
that the son of Zeroman
isn't going to just
pop in out of nowhere.
Oh, perfect.
Right on cue.
Woohoo! Yeah, boy!
From downtown to down
here in 3.5 seconds flat.
I usually get sick on rides,
but I never get sick,
or tired, of that one.
Just like we never
grow sick and tired
of your constant pop-ins, Gary.
To what do we owe this
unannounced visit?
Since when do I need a reason
to check in on my
favorite investment?
Connie, pull my calls.
And move my 10,
11, and 12 o'clock
to one, two and three o'clock.
Okay team, what's our status?
What's the situation?
What are we up against?
What have I missed?
Bring me up to speed.
Who are those guys on street?
And how come Zeroman is crying?
I need answers!
Team details!
Get me details!
There are no details.
Nothing's happening.
Those are old home movies
of Les and his dad,
and he's sad because
he's not a dad.
And get out of my chair!
Really, Zeroman?
Is this true?
Well, technically
it's your chair,
Gary, since you've
paid for everything.
But, Ty doesn't have to like it.
No, I mean about being sad.
Sad about what?
Sad about seeing my dad
glad to have me as a lad,
and the time we had,
or, me sad about
me not being a dad,
who's glad to have a lad
and a dad-lad relationship
like me and my dad had?
Not bad.
The second part.
Because with me
not having a dad,
and you are not having a lad,
I always thought
that you and I had a,
you know,
me and you were kind of...
Lonely and desperate.
No.
Doomed to die alone.
No.
Well clearly I'm not catching
your cryptic drift here,
Gary, but I can tell you this.
If I had only one wish,
it would be to feel the
bond that can only be felt
between a father and a son.
Me too.
And since we're looking
for the same thing,
maybe you and I
could be more like--
Great flaming holes!
Hold that thought, Gary.
It's a call to zero action.
Really?
Oh boy.
Let me just get
my sidekick suit,
and we can talk on the way.
I got a new gadget
I wanna try out.
No way!
No new gadgets.
You're still only a
sidekick in training.
Ty's right.
There's no time to lose.
Zeroman to Ty.
Do you read me?
Over.
Ty here.
I read you, Zeroman.
The holy shoot skydiving
company reports
that a father and son
group of skydivers
are falling to their death!
It's no use!
The main chutes won't open!
Try the reserve chutes!
We gonna die!
Why! Why!
Maybe God needs more
fathers and sons in heaven!
No he doesn't!
Shut up! Shut up!
I reached the coordinates
but there's no sign of them, Ty.
Just hold your position.
You should be getting a visual
right about...
Now.
Right as always, Ty.
Hey, wait up gang.
It's Zeroman here,
ever near.
Whee!
Say there, citizens.
What's the cause of
this outing gone wrong?
Improper chute backing?
Oh,
I've read articles about this.
Zeroman,
this doesn't look good.
My readouts have you falling
in a ridiculous rate of speed.
Fly to safety!
I'm trying, but they're
uncommonly strong.
10 Seconds to impact.
I think I can
wiggle my fingers,
enough to unleash the supersuits
and I grabbity the gravity belt.
Okay.
That was just my belt.
Now this really
doesn't look good.
Oh, I can't look!
Can this be end
of Zeroman?
And back to the morph
room for plucky O-boy.
They made it.
I'm saved!
I mean...
They're saved!
Golly gee, thanks
a bunch Zeroman!
I'm Sonny.
Now don't thank me, Sonny.
Thank my super shorts and
their alien elasticity.
Thank you, super shorts!
Better run along son,
your father needs you.
Oh, none of those are my dad.
The orphanage arranged
for me to join this group
so I can see what having
a real father is like.
I never thought I'd ever
get to meet my real father,
until today!
I thought you
said none of these
flying fathers were your dad?
They're not, Zeroman.
Because my real father...
Is you!
And just like that,
he was gone.
The van took off before
I even had a chance to
find out who he was!
Or if he truly is my son.
Oh well.
Easy come, easy go.
It's best we just
forget about him
and move on with our lives.
Can we get 'em off there?
It's upsetting Zeroman.
Oh, that's better.
Oh, on the contrary, Gary.
I'm thrilled over the idea
that I have an
honest to goodness
real live outside
child out there.
A fair haired foundling.
Just waiting to be found.
Okay, look.
I'll admit.
There is a resemblance
between you two,
and I know how badly you wish
you had someone to carry
on the Mutton name,
but it's kind of impossible
for Sonny to be your son,
Zeroman.
My guess is that
Sonny is lying.
Probably one of those
desperate fanboy types
who would say and do anything
just to muscle his way
into Zeroman's life.
Yeah, we know the type.
Nevertheless.
Even us bachelors
can get paid a visit
by Mr. Stork.
Who knows?
Maybe wishes really
do come true.
Hey, what does
he mean by that?
Where's he going?
Where do you think?
To get to know Sonny.
Where are you going?
Where do you think?
To stick my nose in
where it doesn't belong.
Oh man.
You should have seen his
face when I told him.
I thought he was gonna fill
his super shorts right there.
Wahaha!
I'll tell ya,
he's a good chameleon kid.
He's got Zeroman's
look down to a T.
Thank you, Don, Ron.
But what did you expect from
a cosmetic actor such as I?
Rusty Woodenwater!
Sonny and I have a
date with dear old dad.
Wahaha!
Wahaha!
Hahaha!
Play ball!
Yes, sir.
There's no better way to cap
a perfect father and son day
than to take in a ball game.
I'm so glad that we finally
found each other, Sonny.
Boy, you said it dad.
All right, that's enough!
All your laughing and hugging
and father and son bonding.
When's the last time you
took me to a ball game,
Huh?
Why would I do that, Gary?
You own the team.
You can go anytime you want.
That's not the point!
The point is he's
playing you for a chump.
I've had my people check,
and nobody has ever
heard of Sonny.
There's not one physical
shred of evidence
that proves this kid
is who he says he is!
In actual fact there is,
isn't there, Daddy?
There sure is.
Sonny and I discovered
that we share
the exact same
rare birth defect.
We have two left feet.
See.
Proof positive
that Sonny is the son
I thought I'd never have.
I'm going to groom
him with a lifetime
of side by side kid zeroing,
in order that one fine day,
I might pass the title
and the suit of Zeroman
on to him.
Isn't that great, Gary?
This isn't fair!
I'm being groomed
to Zeroman's ward,
not you!
Gary!
Sonny!
Boys!
Stop this at once.
Bite me.
Security! Security!
This isn't over, Sonny!
You haven't seen the
last of Gary Glengarry!
In your
face, second place.
I'm the new number
one son in town now!
Waha!
Daddy!
I have to go to the bathroom.
You really got'em eating
outta your hand, kid.
He really does have that
fatherly love look in his eye.
Well, not having
a father of my own,
I wouldn't know.
But I have to say,
it does feel like he
really cares about me...
Calling for
the seventh inning stretch.
I tell you, Ty, my
fondest wishes come true.
Les Mutton has a son.
Zeroman,
what proof do we have that
Sonny is really your son?
Just don't do anything hasty
until we know for sure,
okay?
Wishes hardly ever come true.
Loud and clear, Ty.
Gotta go now.
Bye-bye.
Please, direct
your attention to section O,
row zero,
seats zero and one.
Those are our seats,
and that's us up there!
What's going on?
Did I do something wrong?
Oh no, Sonny.
Its not that at all,
you've been perfect.
So perfect that I have something
very important to ask you.
I'd consider myself the
luckiest Zeroman in the world,
If you, Sonny,
would consent to be my boy.
What?
What! Did I just say?
Are you crazy?
Have you taken one too many
foul balls up the head?
Just one.
So what do you say Sonny?
Would you be my little zero boy?
Yes.
Yes, of course I will.
I mean I do!
I mean...
Oh I love you, Zeroman!
One more thing, Sonny.
It's just a formality, but...
like my father before me
and his father before that,
I would consider it an
honor to pass on to you,
my family name.
Your secret identity is...
the mailman?
There can be no secrets
between a father and son.
Put 'er there,
Sonny Mutton.
I...
I can't believe
you told me that.
I guess I must be pretty
important to you, huh?
You're more important
to me than anything.
More important than
even my life as Zeroman.
Don't you know that, son?
I have to go the bathroom.
The plan is off!
I'm renouncing my
life of crime, and...
dedicating my life
to my new life!
As the son of Zeroman,
the dad I never had.
Ty to Zeroman.
Come in Zeroman.
Zeroman here, Ty.
Or should I say Zerodad?
Haha. Over.
You told them your
secret identity--
Are you crazy?
Just what do you
think you're doing?
Actually,
we're on the way
to the law officers
to give Sonny boy my name.
Over and out.
What?
No, wait!
Zeroman!
Oh great, just perfect.
It's over for me.
From number one son to second
class citizen in one day.
Gee,
can this really be the
end of plucky O-boy?
Watch it, Alice.
Because if I go down,
all this is going down too.
The bucks stop here.
Unless you can
stop this somehow.
Prove that Sonny is playing
Zeroman for a chump.
To do that, I
need hard evidence.
His fingerprints.
A retina scan.
A Sonny spit sample.
Heck, even a few teeth marks...
would do.
Where did you get these?
From him.
I told him to bite me.
So he bit me!
The little jerk.
Why?
Is this good?
Oh, this is good.
This is very, very good.
Okay.
If we can cross
match this bite mark
with our database of
known criminal bite marks,
it just might give us
Sonny's real identity.
Congratulations,
my one and only son.
It's official, I now pronounce
you the son of Zeroman.
Yee!
Father!
No!
Oh boy.
It's worse than we thought.
Oh boy is right.
Judging by this,
this looks like a job for O-boy!
Oh boy.
Sonny boy.
Save yourself, it's
too late for me.
These anti-static sheets
reek havoc on my suit.
Stay in school.
Urgh...
Eat your vegetables.
Don't take rides from strangers.
Always take the first pitch.
No!
Hello!
Are you like deaf?
What have you done?
The plan was off!
I was happy, don't you see?
Happy is the son of he.
We done it for
your own good kid.
Clearly you weren't thinking
too clearly there, Rusty.
Rusty?
I'm Sonny.
Don't you recognize me?
You're--you're not my Sonny.
Ugh.
You're Rusty.
Rusty Woodenwater.
No!
Don't look at me!
I'm horrible!
Thanks!
Thanks a lot.
Happy now?
Zeroman, it's not
what you think.
I didn't want it
to end this way.
Because when we were together,
all I know was for the
first time in my life
I felt happy!
Happy to be your son!
I have no son, and
wishes never come true.
You're dead to me now.
Now you do what
you set out to do,
and make me dead to you too.
Stop it!
Although I've got to
say I'm frankly surprised
that you could pull this off,
you not being that
much of an actor
and getting bounced off
your own show and all.
Not much of an actor?
I'll show you some acting!
Starting with the
breaking of a few legs!
Not so fast, Rusty!
Oh boy! It's O-boy!
Yes, O-boy!
Eager young charge and style
ward sidekick to Zeroman.
Here to avenge my
fallen mentor in this,
his hour of need.
In this, the O-boy Omo blaster,
my latest and greatest
dispenser of doom!
Patent pending.
No!
No new gadgets!
Stick to the basics!
Prepare to sample the
bittersweet taste of justice
at the business end
of O-boys punishing
dispenser of doom.
Get those primary colored
grenades outta the trunk,
would you Don?
Hey, no!
Stop that.
Ugh.
Why grenades?
Get 'em off.
Get 'em off!
On my way, O-boy.
That's it.
Faster, faster!
But I can't eat this much gum.
Zero in,
I've gotta fix on
O-boy's trajectory.
Position yourself at
180 degrees latitude
and 240 degrees
longitude for reentry.
Oh boy, O-boy!
I've got you, O-boy!
We should be fine here.
Here he comes!
Now that was 230 degrees
longitude, right?
Oh, for God's sake.
Tada.
Victory is ours.
I hate to admit it,
but...
nice work you too.
I'll be surprised if Rusty can
even remember his own name,
let alone your secret
identity after that.
It's a job well done.
Although I have to admit,
it was nice having
a son for a while.
Even if it was only Rusty.
You're right as always, Ty.
Wishes really don't come true.
They say it's harder to
have had a son then lost one
than never to have had a
son and lost him at all.
And I have you to
thank for that, Gary.
Thanks to your
loyal intervention,
I haven't just lost a fake son.
I've gained a
bouncing buddy O-boy.
Wait, Zeroman.
There's no place I
have to be right now.
And I thought maybe,
I don't know.
You could help me with
some of my footwork?
Sometimes I feel like
I've got two left feet.
I know just how you feel son.
Well, what do you know?
I guess Ty's not always right.
Sometimes wishes
really do come true.