Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! (2004) s03e07 Episode Script
Brother in Arms
GIBSON:
And so when one factors in
the enormity of the stellar distances
and the mathematical complexities
involved in the transformation
of time and space
we can easily understand
the theoretical basis
for the robot's ability
to travel through wormholes.
I think we might all enjoy
running through those equations
just once more. Shall we?
Warning!
Losing consciousness.
Sparx, don't be disrespectful to Gibson.
Yeah, he's put a lot of work
into this science lecture.
Yeah. I thought it was great.
Thanks, Gibson.
Okay, then, let's run through
those equations again.
Oh, um
Well, I have to go check some stuff
in the command center.
Yeah, and I have to fix something,
uh, broken.
Uh Me too!
And I sense there is grave danger
approaching the robot.
Antauri, please don't make up
flimsy excuses.
It's insulting.
[ALARM BLARES]
[ALL YELLING]
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
CHIRO: While exploring
the outskirts of the city,
I discovered an abandoned Super Robot.
It was then my life was transformed
by the mysterious Power Primate.
The Robot Monkeys were awakened,
and I, Chiro, made their leader.
Our quest: Save Shuggazoom City
from the evils of the Skeleton King.
SINGERS:
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce go! ♪
Fighting any evil,
They are Shuggazoom's hope ♪
Super Robot Monkey
Hyperforce go! ♪
Defeating any foe ♪
ANTAURI:
Antauri.
SPARX:
Sparx.
GIBSON:
Gibson.
NOVA:
Nova.
OTTO:
Otto.
CHIRO:
Chiro!
SINGERS:
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce go! ♪
If you need a hero,
That's a name you should know ♪
Super Robot Monkey
Hyperforce go! ♪
Come on with us
Let's go! ♪
[MONKEYS CHITTER]
[ALL YELLING]
The Super Robot's defending itself.
So let's help it out!
Monkeys mobilize!
[MONKEYS SCREECHING]
[BEEPING]
-Super.
-Robot.
-Monkey.
-Team.
-Hyper.
-Force.
ALL:
Go!
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[ALARM BLARING]
Sparx! Gibson!
Rocket Punches!
Sparx, we've got company.
I know. I know.
Nice move, Gibson. I owe you one.
Gibson! Get out of those rings!
Chiro? I'm losing your signal.
Come on.
A little closer.
Aah!
Chiro, we've lost Gibson.
Hyperforce, all-out attack! Go!
Why couldn't this happen to Sparx?
Gibson to Hyperforce, come in.
Gibson to Hyperforce.
I need to get to higher ground.
Ah. Perfect.
Aaaaah!
Aah!
[BEEPING]
Huh?
[BEEPING]
I'm the only one
calling for reinforcements.
Gibson to Hyperforce.
Whoa!
No!
No!
Huh?
Aah!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Unh!
Aah!
[CROAKS]
Hey! You busted my helmet.
Now how am I supposed to breathe?
You are breathing.
[INHALES, THEN EXHALES]
Oh, yeah.
Garf!
No sudden moves.
I can't believe I lost a life battle
to a skinny little simian.
I will be shamed
before my amphiboid brothers.
Your shame should be
The least of your worries.
You are now my prisoner.
[GRUNTING]
What do you got, Otto?
The robot's hanging tough.
We're good to go.
What's Gibson's status?
No beacon, no tracker, nothing.
That circuit head probably squashed
himself against an asteroid.
No, I sense he's out there
somewhere.
GIBSON:
The composition of these asteroids
blocks both my homing beacon
and the Power Primate.
"Power Primate"? Ha, ha, ha!
Your primates have no power.
They've been destroyed
by my amphiboid brothers.
Or perhaps they've defeated
your froggy fellows
as easily as I have defeated you.
[GASPS]
Hey! That's my stuff! Garf!
A small conflagration just might register
on my robot's long-range scanners.
Now sit down.
Try and make me.
Aah! You tried to blow me up!
No. It's these rocks.
They must be an explosive mineral.
Hmm, not a mineral,
calcified explosive gel.
According to my calculations,
the high temperature of your fire--
Caused a chemical reaction,
sending it to critical mass. Of course!
But, according to my calculations,
compositions like this are only found
near dense star clusters.
With intense gravities necessary to
BOTH:
Keep the gel stable!
Uh, perhaps you'd better sit down,
prisoner.
Mean little monkey machine.
So you robot primates eat, huh?
So do us superior frog beings.
[GRUNTING]
I can't reach it.
Look, I war-vow not to attempt escape.
All right, but only while you eat.
[SLURPING]
Mmm.
Oh! You're disgusting.
Me?
You eat with your tail. Ugh!
The alien mecca is attempting
to communicate.
This is your only warning.
Surrender or be destroyed!
We can take whatever you got,
you overgrown talking tadpoles!
Chiro.
You have no reason to attack us.
You have surprise-attacked our kind
before.
We've never even seen your kind before!
Believe me, we'd remember. It wasn't us!
It appears we have a misunderstanding.
[COMM WHISTLES]
We've got more than that.
Something's coming this way!
Battle stations! Battle stations!
Primary target identified.
[ALARM BLARES]
[MONKEYS SQUEAL]
That's some familiar-looking ugly.
We've got to help him!
-Nova!
-Targeting!
Hold it! You'll hit their ship.
It's inside! It's here! it's here!
[STATIC CRACKLES]
Scans indicate their generator
has been ruptured!
Shrieking Shuggazoom!
Nobody could have survived that.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Somebody did!
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Looks like that thing destroyed itself.
Let's go find Gibson.
[SLURPING]
You realize the odds of being found
are extremely remote.
Less than 0.2 percent.
What do you think?
I'm chief of science on my ship.
"Science"?
We are not so different, Suupa.
Except you are a dishonorable primate.
Trick firing on my ship like that?
A coward's move.
I beat you, and you rammed my ship.
That's why we're stuck here!
Now it's my fault.
I'll show you.
Aah!
Monkey had better watch his back.
Aah! Look behind you!
Ha! Oh, please! I am not falling--
Wha--!
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
Primate Gibson!
[GRUNTING]
Aaah!
Here! take this!
You're a terrible shot.
Statistically, more shots means
more chances of hitting target.
Can't argue with mathematics.
Thanks.
We make a decent team.
If we work together
We can get off this rock.
[CROAKS]
Well done. When fully charged
We'll have power enough
to blast out of here.
Is that your Super Robot or mine?
Unfortunately, it's neither.
Suupa!
Ohh!
My leg. Oh.
DRONE:
Primary target number four acquired.
Termination process initiated.
[BEEPING]
Leave me, primate.
That is not an option. Come on!
DRONE:
Termination of target four imminent.
Prepare for counterattack.
That thing's coming back.
Do all creepy space menaces look alike,
or is that TV Monster?
Tainted with Skeleton King's own essence
and reborn.
We got to destroy that Skeleton droid.
Hyperforce go!
DRONE:
Primary target acquired.
It's slicing us in half!
Activate all defense shields!
We don't have the power!
It is technically possible to operate
with one hand.
Here. Let me help.
-Sparx!
-Ha. I told you, I owe you one.
Let's do this.
Error. Primary mission incomplete.
-All done!
-Thanks to us.
So long, frogGirl.
-So long, primate female.
-Ow.
Well, have a safe flight.
And sorry we didn't trust you at first.
We didn't trust you, either.
And maybe we still don't.
-Careful!
-Watch your hands!
-Hey, stop shoving!
-That's my seat!
Farewell, Suupa.
Goodbye, Gibson.
I'm sorry I never got to hear your lecture
on wormholes.
Garf!
Me too.
Garf.
[BUBBLING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
And so when one factors in
the enormity of the stellar distances
and the mathematical complexities
involved in the transformation
of time and space
we can easily understand
the theoretical basis
for the robot's ability
to travel through wormholes.
I think we might all enjoy
running through those equations
just once more. Shall we?
Warning!
Losing consciousness.
Sparx, don't be disrespectful to Gibson.
Yeah, he's put a lot of work
into this science lecture.
Yeah. I thought it was great.
Thanks, Gibson.
Okay, then, let's run through
those equations again.
Oh, um
Well, I have to go check some stuff
in the command center.
Yeah, and I have to fix something,
uh, broken.
Uh Me too!
And I sense there is grave danger
approaching the robot.
Antauri, please don't make up
flimsy excuses.
It's insulting.
[ALARM BLARES]
[ALL YELLING]
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
CHIRO: While exploring
the outskirts of the city,
I discovered an abandoned Super Robot.
It was then my life was transformed
by the mysterious Power Primate.
The Robot Monkeys were awakened,
and I, Chiro, made their leader.
Our quest: Save Shuggazoom City
from the evils of the Skeleton King.
SINGERS:
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce go! ♪
Fighting any evil,
They are Shuggazoom's hope ♪
Super Robot Monkey
Hyperforce go! ♪
Defeating any foe ♪
ANTAURI:
Antauri.
SPARX:
Sparx.
GIBSON:
Gibson.
NOVA:
Nova.
OTTO:
Otto.
CHIRO:
Chiro!
SINGERS:
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce go! ♪
If you need a hero,
That's a name you should know ♪
Super Robot Monkey
Hyperforce go! ♪
Come on with us
Let's go! ♪
[MONKEYS CHITTER]
[ALL YELLING]
The Super Robot's defending itself.
So let's help it out!
Monkeys mobilize!
[MONKEYS SCREECHING]
[BEEPING]
-Super.
-Robot.
-Monkey.
-Team.
-Hyper.
-Force.
ALL:
Go!
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[ALARM BLARING]
Sparx! Gibson!
Rocket Punches!
Sparx, we've got company.
I know. I know.
Nice move, Gibson. I owe you one.
Gibson! Get out of those rings!
Chiro? I'm losing your signal.
Come on.
A little closer.
Aah!
Chiro, we've lost Gibson.
Hyperforce, all-out attack! Go!
Why couldn't this happen to Sparx?
Gibson to Hyperforce, come in.
Gibson to Hyperforce.
I need to get to higher ground.
Ah. Perfect.
Aaaaah!
Aah!
[BEEPING]
Huh?
[BEEPING]
I'm the only one
calling for reinforcements.
Gibson to Hyperforce.
Whoa!
No!
No!
Huh?
Aah!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Unh!
Aah!
[CROAKS]
Hey! You busted my helmet.
Now how am I supposed to breathe?
You are breathing.
[INHALES, THEN EXHALES]
Oh, yeah.
Garf!
No sudden moves.
I can't believe I lost a life battle
to a skinny little simian.
I will be shamed
before my amphiboid brothers.
Your shame should be
The least of your worries.
You are now my prisoner.
[GRUNTING]
What do you got, Otto?
The robot's hanging tough.
We're good to go.
What's Gibson's status?
No beacon, no tracker, nothing.
That circuit head probably squashed
himself against an asteroid.
No, I sense he's out there
somewhere.
GIBSON:
The composition of these asteroids
blocks both my homing beacon
and the Power Primate.
"Power Primate"? Ha, ha, ha!
Your primates have no power.
They've been destroyed
by my amphiboid brothers.
Or perhaps they've defeated
your froggy fellows
as easily as I have defeated you.
[GASPS]
Hey! That's my stuff! Garf!
A small conflagration just might register
on my robot's long-range scanners.
Now sit down.
Try and make me.
Aah! You tried to blow me up!
No. It's these rocks.
They must be an explosive mineral.
Hmm, not a mineral,
calcified explosive gel.
According to my calculations,
the high temperature of your fire--
Caused a chemical reaction,
sending it to critical mass. Of course!
But, according to my calculations,
compositions like this are only found
near dense star clusters.
With intense gravities necessary to
BOTH:
Keep the gel stable!
Uh, perhaps you'd better sit down,
prisoner.
Mean little monkey machine.
So you robot primates eat, huh?
So do us superior frog beings.
[GRUNTING]
I can't reach it.
Look, I war-vow not to attempt escape.
All right, but only while you eat.
[SLURPING]
Mmm.
Oh! You're disgusting.
Me?
You eat with your tail. Ugh!
The alien mecca is attempting
to communicate.
This is your only warning.
Surrender or be destroyed!
We can take whatever you got,
you overgrown talking tadpoles!
Chiro.
You have no reason to attack us.
You have surprise-attacked our kind
before.
We've never even seen your kind before!
Believe me, we'd remember. It wasn't us!
It appears we have a misunderstanding.
[COMM WHISTLES]
We've got more than that.
Something's coming this way!
Battle stations! Battle stations!
Primary target identified.
[ALARM BLARES]
[MONKEYS SQUEAL]
That's some familiar-looking ugly.
We've got to help him!
-Nova!
-Targeting!
Hold it! You'll hit their ship.
It's inside! It's here! it's here!
[STATIC CRACKLES]
Scans indicate their generator
has been ruptured!
Shrieking Shuggazoom!
Nobody could have survived that.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Somebody did!
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Looks like that thing destroyed itself.
Let's go find Gibson.
[SLURPING]
You realize the odds of being found
are extremely remote.
Less than 0.2 percent.
What do you think?
I'm chief of science on my ship.
"Science"?
We are not so different, Suupa.
Except you are a dishonorable primate.
Trick firing on my ship like that?
A coward's move.
I beat you, and you rammed my ship.
That's why we're stuck here!
Now it's my fault.
I'll show you.
Aah!
Monkey had better watch his back.
Aah! Look behind you!
Ha! Oh, please! I am not falling--
Wha--!
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
Primate Gibson!
[GRUNTING]
Aaah!
Here! take this!
You're a terrible shot.
Statistically, more shots means
more chances of hitting target.
Can't argue with mathematics.
Thanks.
We make a decent team.
If we work together
We can get off this rock.
[CROAKS]
Well done. When fully charged
We'll have power enough
to blast out of here.
Is that your Super Robot or mine?
Unfortunately, it's neither.
Suupa!
Ohh!
My leg. Oh.
DRONE:
Primary target number four acquired.
Termination process initiated.
[BEEPING]
Leave me, primate.
That is not an option. Come on!
DRONE:
Termination of target four imminent.
Prepare for counterattack.
That thing's coming back.
Do all creepy space menaces look alike,
or is that TV Monster?
Tainted with Skeleton King's own essence
and reborn.
We got to destroy that Skeleton droid.
Hyperforce go!
DRONE:
Primary target acquired.
It's slicing us in half!
Activate all defense shields!
We don't have the power!
It is technically possible to operate
with one hand.
Here. Let me help.
-Sparx!
-Ha. I told you, I owe you one.
Let's do this.
Error. Primary mission incomplete.
-All done!
-Thanks to us.
So long, frogGirl.
-So long, primate female.
-Ow.
Well, have a safe flight.
And sorry we didn't trust you at first.
We didn't trust you, either.
And maybe we still don't.
-Careful!
-Watch your hands!
-Hey, stop shoving!
-That's my seat!
Farewell, Suupa.
Goodbye, Gibson.
I'm sorry I never got to hear your lecture
on wormholes.
Garf!
Me too.
Garf.
[BUBBLING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]