Robotica Destructiva (2023) Movie Script
Beyond space and time,
lies a dimension where life
has evolved into machines,
and the most dangerous
weapon in the universe
is a force called love.
We've detected an unidentified spacecraft
approaching the citadel.
They are not responding
to our transmissions.
They're going
to smash into the energy field
if they don't slow down.
Something's wrong. The
energy shields are dropping.
Impossible.
Red alert.
Energy shield has been deactivated.
All units stand by.
Situation critical,
Situation critical.
All units proceed to the citadel.
Ah, what you got
there, a karaoke machine?
I don't know what it is,
but it's gonna bury us
in gold-coated plastic
for years to come.
Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by
the interplanetary goon squad.
Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship as a storage unit.
You think if we sold this
for scrap, he would notice?
Ah, if you know Krogarr,
he's got inventory on everything.
Yeah, I hear ya.
For thousands of years,
the Arculon Destroyer
has protected our planet
from the intergalactic hoards
that would seek to strip of its resources.
We must activate the Destructivas.
Only their primitive
warlike ways can save us.
The Destructivas are too unpredictable.
They may elect to destroys us themselves.
We have no choice.
Once word gets out
that the Arculon is gone,
our world will be picked
apart from all sides.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Once they're out, there's no turning back.
Do it.
You have reached the
doors of enlightenment.
To open the gates and
advance to the next level,
you must choose.
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
One will take you into a
world of joy and happiness.
Hmm. Ugh.
The other
will take you to a place
of death and destruction.
Ah, yes!
Hey. Take it easy. I'm just an employee!
Who dares
awaken us from our slumber?
Please. We mean you no harm.
What year is this?
The year is 8675309.
Our world is in desperate
need of your capabilities.
I was having the strangest dream.
Everything was green
and I was made of water.
For thousands of years while you slept,
our world has evolved into a utopia,
free from war and strife.
Our utopia's come to
rely on a super weapon
called the Arculon Destroyer.
It has been stolen from us.
We are now defenseless
against the thousands of worlds
that hunger for our resources.
This weapon is so important to you,
yet you lose it so easily.
Why do you call on us?
We need your help to
hunt down the Arculon
and return it to us so
we may defend our world.
Clean up your own messes.
I was one step away from
enlightenment, you droogs.
Retrieve the Arculon
Destroyer and you will be returned
to the dream existence with
which you were extracted.
Never to be bothered again.
You have our word.
They have proven to
be honorable custodians
of our hyper sleep.
Mytra?
I'm on board with
whatever you want to do.
I dunno.
Ugh. All right then.
We accept your terms.
We've located the
Arculon heading 38 degrees
towards the outer rim of the galaxy.
Most likely to be delivered
to one of the many pirates
that reside in that sector.
We have your coordinates locked in.
We will bring back your weapon.
May the eternal drums
of the night guide your way.
Okay, get on with it.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
This is cargo transport
vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor has ruptured. Engine-
So what are you gonna
do with all the tokens
you're about to make?
Trog not think so much about future.
Trog always in present.
Trog enjoy journey.
Not so much destination.
Hey, it's a Kro mission!
Hello my friends. How was your mission?
Let me tell you, it's
been quite the adventure.
And a successful one I might add.
That's what I like to hear.
Uh, you will all be rewarded mightily.
May the solar winds
guide you to your salvation.
Or whatever.
What'd I tell you guys?
Crime pays and pay is good. Ha!
Yeah, but just think what we can do
if we had the right tools.
What are you getting at, Strobo?
Time travel.
Balderdash!
No! It's the opposite of balderdash!
Look, we find some time crystals,
recalibrate a hyperspace
drive to fold space time,
go back before the
beginning of all of this,
and I don't know,
go on "Wheel of Non-Fungibility".
We'd be a big hit.
Balderdash!
We are representatives
sent by the Planet Radia
to retrieve the Arculon Destroyer.
Stand down now and prepare to be boarded.
Balderdash!
I think our ship just exploded.
It matters not. We will take theirs.
Come on, they just
landed the boarding craft.
Haunted.
Ghosts.
Come on, we'll squeeze
through the service tube!
All right, everybody
just settle down now.
Where is the Arculon?
Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
Wrong! We traced the signal.
You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
Found it.
Everybody freeze!
Like I said, free-
Ah!
Don't make another
move or I'll push the button.
Young lady, you have no
idea what you're messing with.
I don't suppose it's too
late to work out a deal?
All right, into the escape pod.
Don't make me push this button.
Get in there.
We have 600 tokens coming our way.
We don't mind splitting it with you.
Move it.
You know what, you can take it all.
Just take me with you. I'm good in a fight.
These guys are cramping my style anyway.
Well you are.
We leave you with your lives.
Others have not been so lucky.
Pull that lever on your right.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send a repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
Egulon Nepsis reporting heavy
damage. Reactor core has-
This transmission makes no sense.
Our weapons...
Why reveal you have no weapons?
Foolish mechanoids.
Or it's a trap.
But if it's not...
I feel we must know for sure.
You know how good
deeds go.
Weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew at
earliest possible convenience.
This is cargo transport
vessel Egulon Nepsis.
It could be us in another life.
We'll see.
Our weapons...
Mytra. Prepare a boarding craft.
Roger. Prepping the boarding craft.
If it's a trap, we'll make them pay.
That we will, sister. That we will.
"Mytra do this, Mytra do that."
I wanna be in charge!
Mytra. Your radio's still on.
Oh.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage...
We've got a heavy
cruiser closing in, sir.
Sensors indicate the pirate ship Corsair.
Excellent. Our plan
is coming to fruition.
Prepare to activate the troopers.
Yes sir.
Ready yourselves, vermin.
Prepared to be rescued.
Well, have we seen enough?
It seems your instincts
are not without merit.
Come on
out, we're here to help.
See that? What'd I tell you.
My faith in your
skepticism has been restored.
We better find an exit.
Mytra!
They have defeated our troopers.
Activate the weapon!
Weapon activated.
So cold.
Tell my holo-cats I love them.
Oh, stop it, you got a tiny scratch.
Now get up so we can get outta here.
I am peacekeeper. Prototype Exoria One.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
Yeah sister, that's just
not gonna work out for you.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Whoa!
Is that all you've
got? You wait till I get my-
I have a red cat, a
blue cat, a purple one.
I've got a silver one too, and a gray one.
Will the defendants please step forward.
Blow it out
your gasket, lead head.
We are not who you think we are.
This has all been a
case of mistaken identity.
Where are we?
We, the representatives
of the Third Robot
Empire's justice division,
hereby find you guilty of deep space piracy
and resistance of apprehension.
Wait, don't we get a lawyer?
I am certain their
decision has been made.
We hereby sentence you
to a minimum of 1,000 years
of hard labor in the mining
colonies of Arborus Seven.
You can hereby kiss my shiny metal-
Aah...
We've got a transmission
coming in from the lead ship.
Put it through.
Lower your defenses, people of Radia.
You no longer possess the Arculon Destroyer
and cannot withstand our attack.
We don't fear you, vultures.
Turn back now before we pulverize you.
I guess you scared them off.
Where are you, Destructivas?
Step off the pad and proceed
toward the assimulation
facility for orientation.
I've got a better idea.
Why don't you give me that staff,
so I can shove it up your...
Aah!
We are not here to make trouble.
Krogarr, we've got a
coded transmission coming in
from one of our spies on Arborus Seven.
Put it through.
Captain Krogarr, this is Agent Worlow.
Three inmates just
arrived at Arborus Seven.
They fit the description
of the three warriors
who hijacked the Corsair
several days ago. Over.
Good work Worlow.
Prepare to receive extraction details.
You will each be issued plasma blasters
to break down metal ore
infused within the asteroid walls.
A truck and crane unit
will be by periodically
to pick up the products of your labor.
You must meet a daily quota of four tons
or you will be taken to the furnace,
melted down, and
recycled into patio furniture.
This is our last chance.
No one expects us to attack.
Agreed. We act now.
Wait, what?
Trust me, now is not the time.
What's it to you?
I've got a line on something.
You might be interested.
Better turn around.
What?
Not now.
Remember.
You break the rules, you pay the price.
The Centuries are shielded
against the plasma blasters,
if you're wondering.
You like being a prisoner,
that's your business.
I'm gonna escape or kill myself trying.
In about 30 seconds,
my time as a prisoner will come to an end.
Keep your head down and so will yours.
Here we go.
Let's move.
Where's Azalla?
Return to your work stations immediately!
Or be destroyed!
I've got you, boss.
Initiate self destruct sequence.
Mission accomplished. Reel us back in.
We're all on board. Hit the gas.
Get off of me you dolt!
Wilhelm scream!
Oh! What a world, what
a world, what a world.
Ah, these must
be the great warriors
I've heard so much about.
We've seen better days.
What do you want with us?
Straight to the point. I like that.
Several days ago I sent a
group of my best warriors,
or so I thought,
to obtain the device called
the Arculon Destroyer.
We lost all contact with our comrades
and we can only assume
they've either been lost or destroyed.
What is this, how do
you say, Arculon Destroyer?
Yeah, what's an Arculon Destroyer?
That's not important right now.
We've tracked its
location to an impound unit
on Taurus Five.
An interplanetary justice location.
We need a skilled band of raiders,
such as yourselves,
to break into it.
You want us to raid an
outpost? We raid an outpost.
I can't believe our luck.
What are the chances?
He's delivering the Arculon Destroyer
right into our hands.
Better play it cool.
Yeah, this is all very interesting.
What's in it for us?
I can't believe they're falling for this.
I really am
a criminal mastermind.
Better play it cool.
You get an autographed picture of me
and I let you live.
And I'll pay you 600 credits.
If you want us to do heavy lifting,
we will need weapons.
Hey!
An unidentified ship
has just entered the outpost perimeter.
Activate sentries.
We're approaching the drop
zone. Are you ready for launch?
Just get on with it.
Hello, Worlow.
Have we provided the
distraction you've been looking for?
I'm all clear.
Moving towards the impound as we speak.
This isn't the impound.
Sorry to do this to you,
but the impound was too heavily guarded
and I needed someone
to distract the patrols.
You have performed your roles
with the greatest enthusiasm.
Please feel free to keep the docking ship
and as many tokens as you can carry.
Krogarr out.
Is trap?
We were decoys the whole time.
Please
enter the correct ignition code.
I did enter the correct code.
Mothership has departed.
Ugh, we've been had!
I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
Ugh. Here we go again!
We need some sort
of magnetic vacuum cleaner.
This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Let's get out of here.
Engine requires maintenance.
Come on, Don't cut out now.
The Corsair has been
located and retrieved, Krogarr.
En route to docking as we speak.
It's a teleportation platform.
Yes. But to where?
Let's find out.
Oh, no.
Will the defendants please step forward?
How about I step
forward, remove your head,
and shove it up your-
You have been accused of
prison escape, illegal recycling,
breaking and entering, piracy,
and destruction of private property.
You forgot the murder
of three public officials.
Good one.
Don't help them.
You have been sentenced
to serve out the remainder
of your existence on the
inter-dimensional prison
planetoid of Interprison.
May the great programmer
have mercy on your circuits.
Someone should have mercy on your ugly-
Aah...
Surrender now, people of Radia.
And we promise to only torture three-thirds
of the left sides of your bodies
and four-quarters of your right side.
The force field generators
can't withstand this
bombardment for much longer.
We may need to contemplate surrender.
Where are you, Destructivas?
What is this place?
We appear to be inside
an artificial planetoid
in a pocket dimension.
If so, the skies would be impenetrable.
It appears we are not alone.
Get in quick!
This place is gonna be
swarming with berzerkers
any second now!
All aboard!
They made it back. Lower the drawbridge.
Uh oh.
Ah. You answered that
distress signal, didn't ya?
Any way off this rock?
Unfortunately this planet has been placed
in a pocket dimension.
There's no conventional way of escape.
Lucky for us,
Strobo built that time machine over there.
Thank you, Max.
While you're at it,
why don't you just give
'em the launch codes
so they can steal it and
leave us here stranded.
Look.
We'd take you with us,
but we only have enough
time crystals for the four of us.
We'll leave you the karaoke
machine in case you get bored.
Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh
This, this is unfortunate.
The fate of the universe is at stake
and we are trapped here.
The poor Radians.
Left defenseless against
the scourges of the galaxy.
While that mad man
Krogarr roams the galaxy
with a doomsday weapon.
Yeah, Strobo! Have some compassion, man.
Strobo mean.
Yeah, Strobo. You're just mean.
Mean, man. Selfish.
All right, already! I'll do what I can.
Who wants to go out there with me
and find some more time crystals?
All right, you guys hold down the fort
and you all don't even think
about using your feminine wiles
to extract the codes from these bumpkins.
They've got years of...
No they don't.
Trog ticklish.
Now Trog tickle you.
Try not to be distracted by
my sensuous movements, Auto.
I know what you're trying to do, Luna.
I am like the Alturian devil snake, no?
It's not gonna work.
My mind's like a box of concrete.
Nothing's getting in or out.
Oh yeah, a little to the right.
No offense, but Trog
better at this than you.
Yeah, less talk more drumming, pal.
"Whoa, whoa, what are we gonna do?"
It's me, Max,
here to save your butts again.
The protector of the universe.
"Oh, Max, you saved us again!"
I know. It's what I do.
"Oh, how are you so awesome?"
I don't know. I just am.
"I love you, Max!"
I know.
"Wait, don't leave us!"
I'm back! I'm back again.
To protect the universe.
"Oh, we love you, Max."
I know,
but I can't stay here for long.
Sorry. I gotta save the universe again!
"We love you Max!"
"I wish you could stay!"
Hello, Max. What are you doing?
Playing with my toys.
Ooh. Can I play too?
Sure.
Hey, look at me.
I'm an innocent little robot girl,
trapped on a planet with no way to escape.
If we only had the launch
codes to the time machine!
Mmm. Tell me the launch codes, Max.
What's that? You ate all of the donuts?
This relationship is over.
Save your tears for someone else.
Oh, I can't stay mad at you.
Mmm.
Hmm. That looks familiar.
Bunch of bull slag.
1 8 9 7 3 2 4 8.
Well that wasn't too
hard. Everybody buckled up?
They are a curious lot.
I detect a small pang. Is this guilt?
Sure, a little bit.
Maybe we wait till Strobo returns.
We all leave together
like big happy family.
Nah, let's just go.
Yeah, let's go.
Yes, they will understand.
Alright.
It was a harrowing adventure,
but I managed to find
some more time crystal...
All right.
Who gave away the launch codes?
Ha ha!
Hey, where'd they go?
Max! I should have known.
Et tu, Auto.
Seems like Trog and I are the only ones
pulling our weight in
this glorious operation.
Trog ready to leave dopey friends behind
with great enthusiasm.
Where the girls at?
Well at least we got the karaoke machine.
Well, nevermind. That's gone too.
Hmm.
Uh. Where are we?
We've gone back to
the time of the initial raid.
They've just stolen the Arculon Destroyer.
We can strike now and return the Arculon
before any of this happens.
It won't work. How
would we exist right now?
They would have no reason to wake us up.
You're thinking about this too much.
In gold-coated
plastic for years to come.
Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by
the interplanetary goon squad.
Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship... Hide!
You think if we sold this
for scrap, he would notice?
If you know Krogarr,
he's got inventory on everything.
Yeah, I hear ya.
Trog, I'm starting to
believe this ship is haunted.
That or we're gonna have
to start overhauling the wiring
on this jalopy.
Hmm. Must have picked
up some space ghosts.
Whoa! Yeah! Finally making some gains!
Whoa!
Ah! I think there's something wrong
with the artificial gravity.
Oh, I'm think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.
Haunted.
Ghosts.
Come on, we'll squeeze
through the service tube!
All right, everybody
just settle down now.
Where is the Arculon?
Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
Wrong! We traced the signal.
You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
Found it.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
Ah. How young we were.
And naive.
Many lessons we have learned.
The
ship appears to empty.
Make sure you check the cargo bay.
Whoa, easy. The gravity is all wonky.
Place is haunted.
Looks like we've got some time to kill.
Any suggestions?
We might as well help our past selves
in their futile escape.
Engine requires maintenance.
Come on, don't cut out now.
This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Let's get outta here.
Help me!
We've safely entered hyperspace, Krogarr.
There are no ships in pursuit.
Excellent.
I'll be down in the
docking bay. Hold my calls.
We've got a transmission
coming in from Mohana.
Should we ignore it?
Put him through.
Krogarr!
It's been a long time, my old friend.
I've heard chatter amongst the stars
that you've raided a
certain little outpost?
Well, yes.
And would you believe it?
We've managed to carry
away all 6 billion tokens
that we owe you.
Krogarr.
I never doubted you for
more than a few millennia.
I'll have my minions
transmit the coordinates
for our rendezvous.
May the solar winds guide
your way, et cetera, et cetera.
Whatever. Just bring me my stuff.
Well there it is.
The infamous Arculon Destroyer.
You know how to work this thing?
If it's galactic domination you desire,
then by pushing the big
red button, you will acquire.
I'm not picking up
anything on the sensors.
Are you sure they're coming?
They'll be here.
I owe that goon a lot of money.
I knew they wouldn't disappoint.
Prepare the Arculon Destroyer.
Open up a channel.
Krogarr.
For once in my many
lives, I'm happy to see you!
Now, Mohana.
I confess, I may have
exaggerated a little bit
on the 6 billion tokens.
You dare to hoodwink the
great and powerful Mohana!
Give me one reason not to blast you
into radioactive space dust.
You deceitful charlatan!
Now Mohana, I know
we've had our differences.
I've defaulted on a few loans, yes,
I may or may not have destroyed
some of your space stations,
and I assure you,
had I known they were
your space stations...
Captain Krogarr,
the Arculon Destroyer is ready.
You know what Mohana,
I've had it up to here
with your ranting and
raving and complaining.
You knuckle dragging moron.
You primitive sub-humanoid being
with your paid escorts and
your sycophantic followers.
I think it's about time you learned
who's really the boss around here.
Krogarr!
There will be no forgiveness.
Activate the Arculon Destroyer.
The Arculon Destroyer?!
How can this be?
Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh
Oh boy.
Destroy that ship!
Have a nice life, Krogarr.
Whoa, what happened back there?
Ah, who cares?
We've got nothing but
the future ahead of us.
Yes. The boundless freedoms
of our dreams awaits us.
I'll get you, Destructivas.
Somehow, someway, I'll get you.
It appears we may be too late.
Better late than never,
let's get this thing hooked up.
It's time for distraction, no?
Help me!
I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have not been tasked
with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
Do yourself a favor and run, little girl.
Events are about to get apocalyptic.
Distraction achieved. Let's go!
Mercy.
There will be no mercy this day.
Without your precious Arculon Destroyer,
you're nothing but fodder
for my hoards of barbarous warriors.
Who dares interrupt
my poetic pontifications.
Um, I give up. I was just leaving.
Thank you.
Uh, I have an announcement to make!
They have the Arculon Destroyer.
Run for your lives!
You have done well, Destructivas.
But your story is not over yet.
You got your weapon back,
now return us to our dream world.
All right, what's going on?
I'm
gonna go look for a broom.
You're not the only
ones with a time machine.
We traveled back in time 10,000 years,
introduced the Arculon Destroyer,
and brought peace in
this once war-torn world.
Just to see the looks on your faces.
And to be honest, I'm
a little disappointed.
10,000 years! Poker faces.
Now, if you don't mind.
We can get 600 coupons
for delivering this bad boy to Krogarr.
So step aside.
Well,
you better go back in time
to about 10 hours ago.
'Cause Krogarr is now a dead-garr.
Surprise!
I'm back, baby.
Thought you could pull
one over on me, did ya?
Back away from that Arculon Destroyer
or I'll fry your circuits.
Bite me, Krogarr.
To enter the gates of
enlightenment, you must choose.
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
What are you doing in my dream?
We're here to help you choose.
This is an important decision.
Hmm.
I built my whole life around this moment.
Now that I have the Arculon Destroyer,
I can destroy my enemies
and anyone else who gets
in my way.
Wait. Are we still getting paid?
Are you kidding me?
You idiots are the worst bunch of criminals
I've ever had the
displeasure of working with.
I'll buy you a slice of
pizza, but nothing more.
That's fair.
I like pizza. - That's fair.
- I like pizza.
- I love pizza!
Foolish mortals.
You cannot stop the
architects of annihilation.
The executors of extinction.
Bow down before your destroyers.
Or be
destroyed.
Not so fast, Mohana.
Take one more step and I push this button.
Your threats mean nothing to me, Krogarr.
Now put down that toy.
And eliminate yourself,
so I may refrain from lifting my arms.
Easy, Krogarr,
you have no idea the power
you're about to unleash.
Yeah, man. That thing's
hotter than a supernova.
Don't push it.
Push it!
No, don't push it. Push it! Yeah!
Trust has led to much chaos.
Maybe chainsaw would be best.
Trust isn't such a
bad thing. I trust you.
Sometimes it works out.
You guys aren't helping much.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but can everyone just relax for a second?
She's right. Everyone relax.
Nah!
Look, a few minutes ago,
I'd be the first person
to split a head open
or chop an arm off.
But I think right now
we need to use our heads.
I can't help but think we've
been drawn here together
for a reason.
That we're meant for something bigger.
We have to figure this out.
And not with our fists,
but with our brains.
Our computers,
our hearts.
Our hearts.
Ah, screw this.
We're a big, big family
In a big, big universe
Oh so many faces
But our hearts are one
We're a big, big family
In a big, big universe
Oh so many faces
But our hearts are one
Love.
Love is the most powerful
force in the universe.
And what is music?
Music is love.
Balderdash!
Sorry.
Trog solve. Trog solve.
Okay Trog, go ahead.
A bird in the hand,
worth two in bosh.
I can't even
believe that. What the hell?
I'm sorry. But "bosh" is not a word.
Oh wait, wait. They're telling me...
Oh, oh, I guess it is a word!
Well ladies and gentlemen, how about that?
What do I know?
Congratulations Trog.
Doltron, tell them what they've won.
Get ready for fun in the sun!
You have won an all expense
paid trip to the planet Earth!
Home of the Tyrannosaurs Rex,
24 hour volcanic eruptions,
and the Pyramids of Fun water park!
Information not
guaranteed to be up to date.
Off-planet taxes may apply.
Yay Trog!
Alrighty! Alrighty.
This is Ploot Tellbot, signing off
and reminding you that
no matter where you go,
there you are.
Well that's just great.
Just leave me out here, floating around.
Anyway, here's some
credits and some other stuff.
Hey look, I'm on TV!
Listen all you humans
Don't run away don't flee
We have come to
conquer the entire galaxy
The rings of Saturn,
they twist and they fold
Round and round your head
and out through your nose
The winds on Titan they burn icy cold
Up and down your spine,
right down to your soul
We are the ones that
they warned you about
Rip off your heads and
let your goodies run out
We'll snatch and
peel your coverings off
We'll take your bones
and throw them aloft
On mercury the girls are real hot
And their kisses will melt
you right out of your socks
Their curves are sharp
and rubber will burn
On any fool that
lines up to take a turn
We are the ones their
fathers warned them about
We sent them home
with their fires put out
Yes we did
Chilled to the bone
they were still content
With memories of the times we spent
Folks on Mars do love a good fight
And you can hear them
going at it off into the night
Well they cur...
Wait a minute, what do they do? They...
Curse and they wail til
they're blue in the face
And when they tie up
You can see the dust cloud from space
Watch 'em run
They run for cover when we come to town
We pick 'em up and
slam 'em to the ground
Dare them to breathe
or even move an inch
We kick their rasses
with a monkey wrench
Yeah, bring it on
I'm your huckleberry
Get it on
Come on robots
We'll just take it on home
We are the ones they were warned about
Rip off your heads and
let their goodies run out
Deep to the bone they was ill-content
Memories of the times we spent
lies a dimension where life
has evolved into machines,
and the most dangerous
weapon in the universe
is a force called love.
We've detected an unidentified spacecraft
approaching the citadel.
They are not responding
to our transmissions.
They're going
to smash into the energy field
if they don't slow down.
Something's wrong. The
energy shields are dropping.
Impossible.
Red alert.
Energy shield has been deactivated.
All units stand by.
Situation critical,
Situation critical.
All units proceed to the citadel.
Ah, what you got
there, a karaoke machine?
I don't know what it is,
but it's gonna bury us
in gold-coated plastic
for years to come.
Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by
the interplanetary goon squad.
Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship as a storage unit.
You think if we sold this
for scrap, he would notice?
Ah, if you know Krogarr,
he's got inventory on everything.
Yeah, I hear ya.
For thousands of years,
the Arculon Destroyer
has protected our planet
from the intergalactic hoards
that would seek to strip of its resources.
We must activate the Destructivas.
Only their primitive
warlike ways can save us.
The Destructivas are too unpredictable.
They may elect to destroys us themselves.
We have no choice.
Once word gets out
that the Arculon is gone,
our world will be picked
apart from all sides.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Once they're out, there's no turning back.
Do it.
You have reached the
doors of enlightenment.
To open the gates and
advance to the next level,
you must choose.
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
One will take you into a
world of joy and happiness.
Hmm. Ugh.
The other
will take you to a place
of death and destruction.
Ah, yes!
Hey. Take it easy. I'm just an employee!
Who dares
awaken us from our slumber?
Please. We mean you no harm.
What year is this?
The year is 8675309.
Our world is in desperate
need of your capabilities.
I was having the strangest dream.
Everything was green
and I was made of water.
For thousands of years while you slept,
our world has evolved into a utopia,
free from war and strife.
Our utopia's come to
rely on a super weapon
called the Arculon Destroyer.
It has been stolen from us.
We are now defenseless
against the thousands of worlds
that hunger for our resources.
This weapon is so important to you,
yet you lose it so easily.
Why do you call on us?
We need your help to
hunt down the Arculon
and return it to us so
we may defend our world.
Clean up your own messes.
I was one step away from
enlightenment, you droogs.
Retrieve the Arculon
Destroyer and you will be returned
to the dream existence with
which you were extracted.
Never to be bothered again.
You have our word.
They have proven to
be honorable custodians
of our hyper sleep.
Mytra?
I'm on board with
whatever you want to do.
I dunno.
Ugh. All right then.
We accept your terms.
We've located the
Arculon heading 38 degrees
towards the outer rim of the galaxy.
Most likely to be delivered
to one of the many pirates
that reside in that sector.
We have your coordinates locked in.
We will bring back your weapon.
May the eternal drums
of the night guide your way.
Okay, get on with it.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
This is cargo transport
vessel Egulon Nepsis,
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor has ruptured. Engine-
So what are you gonna
do with all the tokens
you're about to make?
Trog not think so much about future.
Trog always in present.
Trog enjoy journey.
Not so much destination.
Hey, it's a Kro mission!
Hello my friends. How was your mission?
Let me tell you, it's
been quite the adventure.
And a successful one I might add.
That's what I like to hear.
Uh, you will all be rewarded mightily.
May the solar winds
guide you to your salvation.
Or whatever.
What'd I tell you guys?
Crime pays and pay is good. Ha!
Yeah, but just think what we can do
if we had the right tools.
What are you getting at, Strobo?
Time travel.
Balderdash!
No! It's the opposite of balderdash!
Look, we find some time crystals,
recalibrate a hyperspace
drive to fold space time,
go back before the
beginning of all of this,
and I don't know,
go on "Wheel of Non-Fungibility".
We'd be a big hit.
Balderdash!
We are representatives
sent by the Planet Radia
to retrieve the Arculon Destroyer.
Stand down now and prepare to be boarded.
Balderdash!
I think our ship just exploded.
It matters not. We will take theirs.
Come on, they just
landed the boarding craft.
Haunted.
Ghosts.
Come on, we'll squeeze
through the service tube!
All right, everybody
just settle down now.
Where is the Arculon?
Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
Wrong! We traced the signal.
You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
Found it.
Everybody freeze!
Like I said, free-
Ah!
Don't make another
move or I'll push the button.
Young lady, you have no
idea what you're messing with.
I don't suppose it's too
late to work out a deal?
All right, into the escape pod.
Don't make me push this button.
Get in there.
We have 600 tokens coming our way.
We don't mind splitting it with you.
Move it.
You know what, you can take it all.
Just take me with you. I'm good in a fight.
These guys are cramping my style anyway.
Well you are.
We leave you with your lives.
Others have not been so lucky.
Pull that lever on your right.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send a repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
Egulon Nepsis reporting heavy
damage. Reactor core has-
This transmission makes no sense.
Our weapons...
Why reveal you have no weapons?
Foolish mechanoids.
Or it's a trap.
But if it's not...
I feel we must know for sure.
You know how good
deeds go.
Weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew at
earliest possible convenience.
This is cargo transport
vessel Egulon Nepsis.
It could be us in another life.
We'll see.
Our weapons...
Mytra. Prepare a boarding craft.
Roger. Prepping the boarding craft.
If it's a trap, we'll make them pay.
That we will, sister. That we will.
"Mytra do this, Mytra do that."
I wanna be in charge!
Mytra. Your radio's still on.
Oh.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage...
We've got a heavy
cruiser closing in, sir.
Sensors indicate the pirate ship Corsair.
Excellent. Our plan
is coming to fruition.
Prepare to activate the troopers.
Yes sir.
Ready yourselves, vermin.
Prepared to be rescued.
Well, have we seen enough?
It seems your instincts
are not without merit.
Come on
out, we're here to help.
See that? What'd I tell you.
My faith in your
skepticism has been restored.
We better find an exit.
Mytra!
They have defeated our troopers.
Activate the weapon!
Weapon activated.
So cold.
Tell my holo-cats I love them.
Oh, stop it, you got a tiny scratch.
Now get up so we can get outta here.
I am peacekeeper. Prototype Exoria One.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
Yeah sister, that's just
not gonna work out for you.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Whoa!
Is that all you've
got? You wait till I get my-
I have a red cat, a
blue cat, a purple one.
I've got a silver one too, and a gray one.
Will the defendants please step forward.
Blow it out
your gasket, lead head.
We are not who you think we are.
This has all been a
case of mistaken identity.
Where are we?
We, the representatives
of the Third Robot
Empire's justice division,
hereby find you guilty of deep space piracy
and resistance of apprehension.
Wait, don't we get a lawyer?
I am certain their
decision has been made.
We hereby sentence you
to a minimum of 1,000 years
of hard labor in the mining
colonies of Arborus Seven.
You can hereby kiss my shiny metal-
Aah...
We've got a transmission
coming in from the lead ship.
Put it through.
Lower your defenses, people of Radia.
You no longer possess the Arculon Destroyer
and cannot withstand our attack.
We don't fear you, vultures.
Turn back now before we pulverize you.
I guess you scared them off.
Where are you, Destructivas?
Step off the pad and proceed
toward the assimulation
facility for orientation.
I've got a better idea.
Why don't you give me that staff,
so I can shove it up your...
Aah!
We are not here to make trouble.
Krogarr, we've got a
coded transmission coming in
from one of our spies on Arborus Seven.
Put it through.
Captain Krogarr, this is Agent Worlow.
Three inmates just
arrived at Arborus Seven.
They fit the description
of the three warriors
who hijacked the Corsair
several days ago. Over.
Good work Worlow.
Prepare to receive extraction details.
You will each be issued plasma blasters
to break down metal ore
infused within the asteroid walls.
A truck and crane unit
will be by periodically
to pick up the products of your labor.
You must meet a daily quota of four tons
or you will be taken to the furnace,
melted down, and
recycled into patio furniture.
This is our last chance.
No one expects us to attack.
Agreed. We act now.
Wait, what?
Trust me, now is not the time.
What's it to you?
I've got a line on something.
You might be interested.
Better turn around.
What?
Not now.
Remember.
You break the rules, you pay the price.
The Centuries are shielded
against the plasma blasters,
if you're wondering.
You like being a prisoner,
that's your business.
I'm gonna escape or kill myself trying.
In about 30 seconds,
my time as a prisoner will come to an end.
Keep your head down and so will yours.
Here we go.
Let's move.
Where's Azalla?
Return to your work stations immediately!
Or be destroyed!
I've got you, boss.
Initiate self destruct sequence.
Mission accomplished. Reel us back in.
We're all on board. Hit the gas.
Get off of me you dolt!
Wilhelm scream!
Oh! What a world, what
a world, what a world.
Ah, these must
be the great warriors
I've heard so much about.
We've seen better days.
What do you want with us?
Straight to the point. I like that.
Several days ago I sent a
group of my best warriors,
or so I thought,
to obtain the device called
the Arculon Destroyer.
We lost all contact with our comrades
and we can only assume
they've either been lost or destroyed.
What is this, how do
you say, Arculon Destroyer?
Yeah, what's an Arculon Destroyer?
That's not important right now.
We've tracked its
location to an impound unit
on Taurus Five.
An interplanetary justice location.
We need a skilled band of raiders,
such as yourselves,
to break into it.
You want us to raid an
outpost? We raid an outpost.
I can't believe our luck.
What are the chances?
He's delivering the Arculon Destroyer
right into our hands.
Better play it cool.
Yeah, this is all very interesting.
What's in it for us?
I can't believe they're falling for this.
I really am
a criminal mastermind.
Better play it cool.
You get an autographed picture of me
and I let you live.
And I'll pay you 600 credits.
If you want us to do heavy lifting,
we will need weapons.
Hey!
An unidentified ship
has just entered the outpost perimeter.
Activate sentries.
We're approaching the drop
zone. Are you ready for launch?
Just get on with it.
Hello, Worlow.
Have we provided the
distraction you've been looking for?
I'm all clear.
Moving towards the impound as we speak.
This isn't the impound.
Sorry to do this to you,
but the impound was too heavily guarded
and I needed someone
to distract the patrols.
You have performed your roles
with the greatest enthusiasm.
Please feel free to keep the docking ship
and as many tokens as you can carry.
Krogarr out.
Is trap?
We were decoys the whole time.
Please
enter the correct ignition code.
I did enter the correct code.
Mothership has departed.
Ugh, we've been had!
I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have been tasked with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
Ugh. Here we go again!
We need some sort
of magnetic vacuum cleaner.
This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Let's get out of here.
Engine requires maintenance.
Come on, Don't cut out now.
The Corsair has been
located and retrieved, Krogarr.
En route to docking as we speak.
It's a teleportation platform.
Yes. But to where?
Let's find out.
Oh, no.
Will the defendants please step forward?
How about I step
forward, remove your head,
and shove it up your-
You have been accused of
prison escape, illegal recycling,
breaking and entering, piracy,
and destruction of private property.
You forgot the murder
of three public officials.
Good one.
Don't help them.
You have been sentenced
to serve out the remainder
of your existence on the
inter-dimensional prison
planetoid of Interprison.
May the great programmer
have mercy on your circuits.
Someone should have mercy on your ugly-
Aah...
Surrender now, people of Radia.
And we promise to only torture three-thirds
of the left sides of your bodies
and four-quarters of your right side.
The force field generators
can't withstand this
bombardment for much longer.
We may need to contemplate surrender.
Where are you, Destructivas?
What is this place?
We appear to be inside
an artificial planetoid
in a pocket dimension.
If so, the skies would be impenetrable.
It appears we are not alone.
Get in quick!
This place is gonna be
swarming with berzerkers
any second now!
All aboard!
They made it back. Lower the drawbridge.
Uh oh.
Ah. You answered that
distress signal, didn't ya?
Any way off this rock?
Unfortunately this planet has been placed
in a pocket dimension.
There's no conventional way of escape.
Lucky for us,
Strobo built that time machine over there.
Thank you, Max.
While you're at it,
why don't you just give
'em the launch codes
so they can steal it and
leave us here stranded.
Look.
We'd take you with us,
but we only have enough
time crystals for the four of us.
We'll leave you the karaoke
machine in case you get bored.
Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh
This, this is unfortunate.
The fate of the universe is at stake
and we are trapped here.
The poor Radians.
Left defenseless against
the scourges of the galaxy.
While that mad man
Krogarr roams the galaxy
with a doomsday weapon.
Yeah, Strobo! Have some compassion, man.
Strobo mean.
Yeah, Strobo. You're just mean.
Mean, man. Selfish.
All right, already! I'll do what I can.
Who wants to go out there with me
and find some more time crystals?
All right, you guys hold down the fort
and you all don't even think
about using your feminine wiles
to extract the codes from these bumpkins.
They've got years of...
No they don't.
Trog ticklish.
Now Trog tickle you.
Try not to be distracted by
my sensuous movements, Auto.
I know what you're trying to do, Luna.
I am like the Alturian devil snake, no?
It's not gonna work.
My mind's like a box of concrete.
Nothing's getting in or out.
Oh yeah, a little to the right.
No offense, but Trog
better at this than you.
Yeah, less talk more drumming, pal.
"Whoa, whoa, what are we gonna do?"
It's me, Max,
here to save your butts again.
The protector of the universe.
"Oh, Max, you saved us again!"
I know. It's what I do.
"Oh, how are you so awesome?"
I don't know. I just am.
"I love you, Max!"
I know.
"Wait, don't leave us!"
I'm back! I'm back again.
To protect the universe.
"Oh, we love you, Max."
I know,
but I can't stay here for long.
Sorry. I gotta save the universe again!
"We love you Max!"
"I wish you could stay!"
Hello, Max. What are you doing?
Playing with my toys.
Ooh. Can I play too?
Sure.
Hey, look at me.
I'm an innocent little robot girl,
trapped on a planet with no way to escape.
If we only had the launch
codes to the time machine!
Mmm. Tell me the launch codes, Max.
What's that? You ate all of the donuts?
This relationship is over.
Save your tears for someone else.
Oh, I can't stay mad at you.
Mmm.
Hmm. That looks familiar.
Bunch of bull slag.
1 8 9 7 3 2 4 8.
Well that wasn't too
hard. Everybody buckled up?
They are a curious lot.
I detect a small pang. Is this guilt?
Sure, a little bit.
Maybe we wait till Strobo returns.
We all leave together
like big happy family.
Nah, let's just go.
Yeah, let's go.
Yes, they will understand.
Alright.
It was a harrowing adventure,
but I managed to find
some more time crystal...
All right.
Who gave away the launch codes?
Ha ha!
Hey, where'd they go?
Max! I should have known.
Et tu, Auto.
Seems like Trog and I are the only ones
pulling our weight in
this glorious operation.
Trog ready to leave dopey friends behind
with great enthusiasm.
Where the girls at?
Well at least we got the karaoke machine.
Well, nevermind. That's gone too.
Hmm.
Uh. Where are we?
We've gone back to
the time of the initial raid.
They've just stolen the Arculon Destroyer.
We can strike now and return the Arculon
before any of this happens.
It won't work. How
would we exist right now?
They would have no reason to wake us up.
You're thinking about this too much.
In gold-coated
plastic for years to come.
Better find a good place to hide it,
in case we get boarded by
the interplanetary goon squad.
Yeah, I'll just tuck it away
in one of these junkers over here.
Gonna have to talk to Krogarr
about using our ship... Hide!
You think if we sold this
for scrap, he would notice?
If you know Krogarr,
he's got inventory on everything.
Yeah, I hear ya.
Trog, I'm starting to
believe this ship is haunted.
That or we're gonna have
to start overhauling the wiring
on this jalopy.
Hmm. Must have picked
up some space ghosts.
Whoa! Yeah! Finally making some gains!
Whoa!
Ah! I think there's something wrong
with the artificial gravity.
Oh, I'm think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.
Haunted.
Ghosts.
Come on, we'll squeeze
through the service tube!
All right, everybody
just settle down now.
Where is the Arculon?
Gone. We delivered it yesterday.
Wrong! We traced the signal.
You'll never find it on this ship.
I hid it good. Ha!
Found it.
This is cargo
transport vessel Egulon Nepsis
reporting heavy damage.
Reactor core has ruptured.
Engines are inoperative.
Our weapons have been disabled.
Please send repair crew
at the earliest possible convenience.
Ah. How young we were.
And naive.
Many lessons we have learned.
The
ship appears to empty.
Make sure you check the cargo bay.
Whoa, easy. The gravity is all wonky.
Place is haunted.
Looks like we've got some time to kill.
Any suggestions?
We might as well help our past selves
in their futile escape.
Engine requires maintenance.
Come on, don't cut out now.
This is peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two
requesting back uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Let's get outta here.
Help me!
We've safely entered hyperspace, Krogarr.
There are no ships in pursuit.
Excellent.
I'll be down in the
docking bay. Hold my calls.
We've got a transmission
coming in from Mohana.
Should we ignore it?
Put him through.
Krogarr!
It's been a long time, my old friend.
I've heard chatter amongst the stars
that you've raided a
certain little outpost?
Well, yes.
And would you believe it?
We've managed to carry
away all 6 billion tokens
that we owe you.
Krogarr.
I never doubted you for
more than a few millennia.
I'll have my minions
transmit the coordinates
for our rendezvous.
May the solar winds guide
your way, et cetera, et cetera.
Whatever. Just bring me my stuff.
Well there it is.
The infamous Arculon Destroyer.
You know how to work this thing?
If it's galactic domination you desire,
then by pushing the big
red button, you will acquire.
I'm not picking up
anything on the sensors.
Are you sure they're coming?
They'll be here.
I owe that goon a lot of money.
I knew they wouldn't disappoint.
Prepare the Arculon Destroyer.
Open up a channel.
Krogarr.
For once in my many
lives, I'm happy to see you!
Now, Mohana.
I confess, I may have
exaggerated a little bit
on the 6 billion tokens.
You dare to hoodwink the
great and powerful Mohana!
Give me one reason not to blast you
into radioactive space dust.
You deceitful charlatan!
Now Mohana, I know
we've had our differences.
I've defaulted on a few loans, yes,
I may or may not have destroyed
some of your space stations,
and I assure you,
had I known they were
your space stations...
Captain Krogarr,
the Arculon Destroyer is ready.
You know what Mohana,
I've had it up to here
with your ranting and
raving and complaining.
You knuckle dragging moron.
You primitive sub-humanoid being
with your paid escorts and
your sycophantic followers.
I think it's about time you learned
who's really the boss around here.
Krogarr!
There will be no forgiveness.
Activate the Arculon Destroyer.
The Arculon Destroyer?!
How can this be?
Ahoo hey-eh-eh-eh
Oh boy.
Destroy that ship!
Have a nice life, Krogarr.
Whoa, what happened back there?
Ah, who cares?
We've got nothing but
the future ahead of us.
Yes. The boundless freedoms
of our dreams awaits us.
I'll get you, Destructivas.
Somehow, someway, I'll get you.
It appears we may be too late.
Better late than never,
let's get this thing hooked up.
It's time for distraction, no?
Help me!
I am peacekeeper prototype Exoria Two.
I have not been tasked
with your apprehension.
Deactivate yourselves immediately
and you will not be harmed.
Do yourself a favor and run, little girl.
Events are about to get apocalyptic.
Distraction achieved. Let's go!
Mercy.
There will be no mercy this day.
Without your precious Arculon Destroyer,
you're nothing but fodder
for my hoards of barbarous warriors.
Who dares interrupt
my poetic pontifications.
Um, I give up. I was just leaving.
Thank you.
Uh, I have an announcement to make!
They have the Arculon Destroyer.
Run for your lives!
You have done well, Destructivas.
But your story is not over yet.
You got your weapon back,
now return us to our dream world.
All right, what's going on?
I'm
gonna go look for a broom.
You're not the only
ones with a time machine.
We traveled back in time 10,000 years,
introduced the Arculon Destroyer,
and brought peace in
this once war-torn world.
Just to see the looks on your faces.
And to be honest, I'm
a little disappointed.
10,000 years! Poker faces.
Now, if you don't mind.
We can get 600 coupons
for delivering this bad boy to Krogarr.
So step aside.
Well,
you better go back in time
to about 10 hours ago.
'Cause Krogarr is now a dead-garr.
Surprise!
I'm back, baby.
Thought you could pull
one over on me, did ya?
Back away from that Arculon Destroyer
or I'll fry your circuits.
Bite me, Krogarr.
To enter the gates of
enlightenment, you must choose.
The all-seeing heart of love,
or the chainsaw of destruction.
What are you doing in my dream?
We're here to help you choose.
This is an important decision.
Hmm.
I built my whole life around this moment.
Now that I have the Arculon Destroyer,
I can destroy my enemies
and anyone else who gets
in my way.
Wait. Are we still getting paid?
Are you kidding me?
You idiots are the worst bunch of criminals
I've ever had the
displeasure of working with.
I'll buy you a slice of
pizza, but nothing more.
That's fair.
I like pizza. - That's fair.
- I like pizza.
- I love pizza!
Foolish mortals.
You cannot stop the
architects of annihilation.
The executors of extinction.
Bow down before your destroyers.
Or be
destroyed.
Not so fast, Mohana.
Take one more step and I push this button.
Your threats mean nothing to me, Krogarr.
Now put down that toy.
And eliminate yourself,
so I may refrain from lifting my arms.
Easy, Krogarr,
you have no idea the power
you're about to unleash.
Yeah, man. That thing's
hotter than a supernova.
Don't push it.
Push it!
No, don't push it. Push it! Yeah!
Trust has led to much chaos.
Maybe chainsaw would be best.
Trust isn't such a
bad thing. I trust you.
Sometimes it works out.
You guys aren't helping much.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but can everyone just relax for a second?
She's right. Everyone relax.
Nah!
Look, a few minutes ago,
I'd be the first person
to split a head open
or chop an arm off.
But I think right now
we need to use our heads.
I can't help but think we've
been drawn here together
for a reason.
That we're meant for something bigger.
We have to figure this out.
And not with our fists,
but with our brains.
Our computers,
our hearts.
Our hearts.
Ah, screw this.
We're a big, big family
In a big, big universe
Oh so many faces
But our hearts are one
We're a big, big family
In a big, big universe
Oh so many faces
But our hearts are one
Love.
Love is the most powerful
force in the universe.
And what is music?
Music is love.
Balderdash!
Sorry.
Trog solve. Trog solve.
Okay Trog, go ahead.
A bird in the hand,
worth two in bosh.
I can't even
believe that. What the hell?
I'm sorry. But "bosh" is not a word.
Oh wait, wait. They're telling me...
Oh, oh, I guess it is a word!
Well ladies and gentlemen, how about that?
What do I know?
Congratulations Trog.
Doltron, tell them what they've won.
Get ready for fun in the sun!
You have won an all expense
paid trip to the planet Earth!
Home of the Tyrannosaurs Rex,
24 hour volcanic eruptions,
and the Pyramids of Fun water park!
Information not
guaranteed to be up to date.
Off-planet taxes may apply.
Yay Trog!
Alrighty! Alrighty.
This is Ploot Tellbot, signing off
and reminding you that
no matter where you go,
there you are.
Well that's just great.
Just leave me out here, floating around.
Anyway, here's some
credits and some other stuff.
Hey look, I'm on TV!
Listen all you humans
Don't run away don't flee
We have come to
conquer the entire galaxy
The rings of Saturn,
they twist and they fold
Round and round your head
and out through your nose
The winds on Titan they burn icy cold
Up and down your spine,
right down to your soul
We are the ones that
they warned you about
Rip off your heads and
let your goodies run out
We'll snatch and
peel your coverings off
We'll take your bones
and throw them aloft
On mercury the girls are real hot
And their kisses will melt
you right out of your socks
Their curves are sharp
and rubber will burn
On any fool that
lines up to take a turn
We are the ones their
fathers warned them about
We sent them home
with their fires put out
Yes we did
Chilled to the bone
they were still content
With memories of the times we spent
Folks on Mars do love a good fight
And you can hear them
going at it off into the night
Well they cur...
Wait a minute, what do they do? They...
Curse and they wail til
they're blue in the face
And when they tie up
You can see the dust cloud from space
Watch 'em run
They run for cover when we come to town
We pick 'em up and
slam 'em to the ground
Dare them to breathe
or even move an inch
We kick their rasses
with a monkey wrench
Yeah, bring it on
I'm your huckleberry
Get it on
Come on robots
We'll just take it on home
We are the ones they were warned about
Rip off your heads and
let their goodies run out
Deep to the bone they was ill-content
Memories of the times we spent