Monsters vs. Aliens (2013) s01e04 Episode Script

The Bath Effect

MVA MVA Monsters vs.
Aliens It's us vs.
them Foe vs.
friend Brain vs.
B.
O.
B.
It's a super-freaky job Oh, yeah, it's freaky.
MVA Monsters vs.
Aliens Monsters vs.
Aliens Monsters vs.
Aliens MVA 1x06 - Frenemy Mine A single human guard? Honestly, it's like they want me to steal the gigantic death ray.
It wasn't me! I was framed! Attention, all personnel, base will self-destruct in one minute.
- Self-destruct? - Yup, self-destruct.
Remain calm for a safe and orderly evacuation.
Uh! Aliens and children first! Save Coverton! That's right, people.
Keep it nice and calm.
Out of the way! Move! Coverton wants to live! Team Monster evacuated, General.
But I'm guessing no one told the alien it's a false alarm.
Indeed.
Link merely forgot to power down the ion reactor after using it to tan his gills.
Totally worth it.
I mean, almost.
- Tell it to the shame wig, son.
- Oh, not the shame wig! Hush tag.
Epic Monster fail.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of not stealing something.
Freeze, alien! On this base, we evacuate using the buddy system.
Good job, Monsters.
But you ran out alone.
- Where is your buddy? - Uh, "boo-dee"? What is the meaning of this Earth word? You don't know what "buddy" means? General, allow me.
I'm a licensed buddy-ologist.
A buddy is the nutty goodness inside your peanut butter winkie.
A buddy is the last minute of recess before an evil pop quiz.
Witness item "A": My bro book, a collection of B.
O.
B.
's buddies.
My buddy Karl.
My buddy Sam.
My bestie, Hollie.
She's got a crush on Link.
Don't tell.
In conclusion: Buddies are friends.
Awesome.
Rad.
The end.
You're joking, right? An emergency buddy is an evacuation partner.
Good luck with yours.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, Doc, can I borrow your atom bomb? - What? - Well, I'm Coverton's emergency buddy, and the old guy is being shy about it, so I'm gonna show him how helpful I am in emergencies.
- With a mushroom cloud? - Yeah! That's gonna be the emergency.
Now, I know what you're thinking, "how'd a guy without a brain come up with an idea like this?" Well, sometimes even I Whoa.
Is that a new trash can? Gosh, I don't even know where to start.
Don't have to.
We got this.
- Wait a minute - Just go.
Go, go, go, go.
B.
O.
B.
, let me tell you, that is a great idea.
- Yay! - Go ahead and put Coverton in as many emergencies as you want.
- No atom bombs.
- No atom bombs, B.
O.
B.
Thank you.
Oh, I got you.
Start small.
Thanks, big top Link! Clever ruse, Link.
By partnering B.
O.
B.
with Coverton, we will gain a window into his alien secrets.
- Nah, just thought it'd be funny.
- I'll get the popcorn.
Death ray for Coverton, take two.
Ah, sleep ray.
Perfec Emergency! Bro-verton! Ha! Oh, there's a blackout emergency.
We got to get you evacuumated! Oh, look around, simpleton.
It's bright as day in The lights went out! Oh, no! Quick, follow me.
- Still got it? - Oh, yeah, no, we got it.
- We got the got.
- Just doing the, uh Is that a plunger? No, no, no, no, no, no.
We have to stop this.
I'll go tell B.
O.
B.
In just one minute.
- What the floognarg was that? - Bro, you're supposed to follow me.
- Have you not ever evacuumated before? - Insufferable goo bag! I am not your "broo," and I have no desire to change that.
Oh, yeah, then why do you always let me use your floating toilet without asking? What do you Unclean! Unclean! Nighty-night time.
Hurricane! Emergency! Don't worry, brosef! I got you Oops.
Coverton for the win! Attention, all Bro-vertons, beware of runaway jeeps in the hallway.
Runaway what? Hold tight, broman! Someone put a mayonnaise bomb in the jeep.
If our speed drops below really fast, we're doomed! We crashed five minutes ago.
- Aww! - It was just at the good part.
- Well, back to good ol' cable.
- You know, Link, Monger's not here.
- You don't have to wear the wig.
- All rise for judge mental.
My bad, Mr.
Brojangles.
Totally almost saved you that time.
- This was trying to save me? - That's what buddies are for.
Up high, alien guy! Bro, here, use your hand.
Look.
No, you're doing it wrong.
Hand, not face.
Hand! No, stop it! I'm just trying to help you, buddy.
That's what bro-f.
f.
s are for.
- You brainless blue buffoon - Hey, buddy.
What is that? Oh, oh, that's right.
"Boo-dees" do help each other, don't they? And we are such good friends - Dare I say, chumsies even? - Obvi.
Well, I know just the way you can help me.
So all I got to do is slip in? Yes, and then let your "broo," me, inside.
Oh, so this is a locked door emergency? We go in together! - Wha - Emergency! Gigantic death ray? - Happy day! - Yay! Bro, this is a bro-fect bro-ccasion to take a bro-tograph for the bro book! Oh, yes, of course.
Uh, may I see that for a moment? Just let me Zappity zap! You accidentally zapped-ed my book.
- It was intentional! - But you said we were buddies.
I lied.
Warning.
Maniacal evil laughter detected.
- What? Evil laughter? - Initiating security.
No, no! No! Coverton wants to live! Change of plans! Help your buddy open the door! - Help him now! - But we're not buddies anymore.
Our friendship was evacuumated.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- You said so.
Oh, that? Oh, it's what buddies do.
They say they're not buddies and, uh, fist bump and "hey, 'broo,'" and whatnot.
I remember the day you said we were chumsies.
It was my favorite day! Aha, wait here, "broo-dee.
" And there was the time I helped you get in the locked door! It was my favorite-er day! Look, we're buddies.
Now save me, Mr.
Brojangles! You didn't smile.
We're friends again! Up high! Anti-big-headed-alien missile activated.
Fear not, buddy.
I'll save us! Fool, the door is the other way! Door? We don't need no stinkin' door! Bro, bro, bro your bro gently through the wall Wow, B.
O.
B.
, you actually got Coverton - to be your buddy.
Weird.
- Tell us, B.
O.
B.
, how'd you do it? Oh, you know, he just finally realized how safe I keep my buddies.
- Oh - Shame wig! 1x07 - Maximum BOB Grand Coverlord, I applaud your plan to clone one of the Monsters into an invading army.
My hesitation is simply with the monster you've selected.
True, the B.
O.
B.
blob is rumored to be indestructible, but he's also brainless.
I can't begin to tell you the countless Monsters, alien! Report to the war room immediately! Forgive me, Grand Coverlord.
I am being summoned.
What I'm about to show you is deeply disturbing.
Broccoli with sprinkles.
Fantastic! Pizza and sprinkles.
Amazing! Sprinkles really do make everything taste better! B.
O.
B.
likes sprinkles.
Not sure what's so disturbing about that.
I'm not talking about the sprinkles! I'm talking about leaving the refrigerator door open, wasting electricity! And it's not wasting electricity to put a security camera inside a refrigerator? I wouldn't expect you to understand, missy, what with your excessive hygiene.
And I don't know what you're doing in your quarters, Coverton, but whatever it is, it spikes my power meter.
Um, I, too, am, uh, brushing my teeth.
Uhh You used 600,000 gigawatts of power since last month! Area 50-something's electric bill is gonna cost Uncle Sam an arm and a leg.
- He can borrow mine.
- This is serious, B.
O.
B.
General, I volunteer Team Monster to head up an energy task force.
Indeed, General, I already have a spark of an idea A battery that creates safe and limitless energy.
- What's the power source? - The common potato a sustainable natural resource known for its conductive properties in any form.
- It's working.
- You sound surprised.
Well, you know, history The battery is now super-powering Coverton's chair, you know, just for giggles.
So when will he come down? To be honest, I hadn't thought that far ahead.
Aww Just one more.
Oh, thank goodness.
Really? You know the battery doesn't work when you take out the chip.
- Science is so complicated.
- Monsters, do something! I do not want to explain to the President why his alien ambassador became a stain on the ground! I got it! B.
O.
B.
, could you move a tad to the left? My left or your left? Great job, B.
O.
B.
! He really is indestructible.
I have the sample from the gelatinous one, Grand Coverlord.
Soon your vision of an army of indestructible goo warriors will become a reality.
Now what? Are you gonna say something, or should I? Yes, it worked.
I have created you; therefore you will obey me.
Is that understood? - Sure, I guess.
- A complete success.
They'll give me a seat on the intergalactic council for this the good seat, the one with a cup holder.
B.
O.
B.
? If the Monsters find that clone first, I'll be exposed! Clone B.
O.
B.
! Clone B.
O.
B.
? B.
O.
B.
, eat what's inside the vending machine, not the vending machine itself.
Are you sure? Have you seen some of the junk that passes for food in here? Point taken.
- Cannonball! - Is that B.
O.
B.
? The General says we use too much energy heating the pool, but B.
O.
B.
's body temp is toasty warm.
We're the win-win twins! Didn't I just see you in the Oh, forget it.
Clone B.
O.
B.
? Are you in here? Come on, clone B.
O.
B.
How is it going to look if I can't control you? - General! - Slide with me, B.
O.
B.
Turns out the power cost was just the beginning.
Get a load of this water bill The shampoo people should really put a limit on "rinse and repeat," sir.
That's why we need to stay vigilant, B.
O.
B.
Can't let anything get past us.
- After you.
- No, after you.
- I insist.
- I insist.
Energy-efficient lightbulbs, step one in conservation.
Have you seen your squishy blue cohort? B.
O.
B.
? He was in the pool with Link.
Have you noticed he's been acting a little weird today? I'm sure everything is fine and under control.
Bye! - Hey, Susan, look who I found.
- I believe I found me.
Touche.
Uh-oh.
- Which is the real B.
O.
B.
? - Neither of them.
Hey, guys.
Not feeling too good.
- B.
O.
B.
? What's happening to you? - I don't know.
Oh, who are these handsome fellows? - Aw, thanks.
- Back at ya, bro.
- Did he just get shorter? - Susan, Link, might I have a word? B.
O.
B.
is in grave danger.
These other B.
O.
B.
s aren't simply copies; they're quantum-entangled parts of his essence.
That's just what I was thinking.
I was like - Oh, sorry.
What now? - The more there are of them, the less there is of B.
O.
B.
to go around.
So where are they coming from? - Coverton.
- Coverton.
Oh, clone B.
O.
B.
? Clone B.
O.
B.
? Clone B.
O.
B.
! - There you are! - And there you are, hugging me, which is really not comfortable for either of us.
Coverton! We know what you've been doing! What? Just hanging out with my buddy B.
O.
B.
- Isn't that right, buddy B.
O.
B.
? - Which one? - There's a lot of them going around.
- Where? - How ever did that get there? - Wow, I just got here, and I can already tell that guy's a terrible liar.
Okay, yes, fine.
I was cloning B.
O.
B.
Why? Would you believe I sometimes get terribly lonely? Either that, or you were trying to clone an army of B.
O.
B.
s, but even you aren't that stupid.
Yes, right.
Army of B.
O.
B.
s.
Heh.
The essence of genuine B.
O.
B.
is getting stretched perilously thin! If we don't get every last bit of B.
O.
B.
back together, - he may cease to exist.
- Come on, Coverton.
You're helping us wrangle up the B.
O.
B.
s.
- Oh, but I really - Come on! - Hi, B.
O.
B.
- Hi, B.
O.
B.
- Hi, B.
O.
B.
Hey, guys.
Sorry, Susan, I'm not up for a party today.
- Just want to close my eye - Oh, no, he's getting worse.
Why didn't this stop when we turned off the machine? He's far too diminished.
He can't sustain himself.
We need to reverse the process immediately.
Oh, is reverse something they teach in mad science school? You messed with my buddy.
Now fix him, or else I'll fix you! I don't know how! My machine was only made to duplicate, not merge.
- Merge.
- Yes, I said "mérge.
" - Merge.
- Mérge.
- Merge.
- I don't think you're saying it right.
- Mérge.
- That's it! I know how to get B.
O.
B.
To merge with himself! - B.
O.
B.
, wake up.
- You need to eat something, buddy.
- What? - That guy.
- Come on, bro.
Eat me! - Mm.
I don't feel like myself.
- What if we put sprinkles on him? - Sprinkles? - Sure you don't mind? - Dude, I insist.
- I'm pretty sweet.
- You know how we always tell you not to eat too much, B.
O.
B.
? Today, forget that rule.
- What rule? - B.
O.
B.
appetit! Get it there, B.
O.
B.
! Sprinkles! I'm so full.
I could not eat another me.
Just one more, B.
O.
B.
You can do this.
Yeah, you're right.
I can.
Well, there you have it, another problem solved.
Uh, guys? There's some serious tummy funny going on here.
- Oh, dear.
- This isn't gonna be good, is it? The B.
O.
B.
s aren't reintegrating.
It's possible that he's just become one giant, unstable mass.
Or it was just gas.
Whoo! Oh, I feel so much better.
B.
O.
B.
! You're all right! Yeah, I need to cut back on the sprinkles.
I concur.