Teen Titans Go! (2013) s01e24 Episode Script
Lazy Sunday
1x24 - Lazy Sunday [opening theme playing.]
[birds squawking.]
Mmm-mmm! Just look at it.
A six-seater custom built beauty.
Beast Boy: Top of the line micro-fiber upholstery.
Cyborg: Triple layer high density polyurethane seating.
Beast Boy: Solid kiln-dried oak frame.
Those cushions, so plump and comfy.
So warm and soft.
Are you ready? Oh, yeah.
I've been waiting all week for Lazy Sunday! [both sighing.]
I am so lazy.
I must be the laziest person in the world.
No way.
I'm twice as lazy as you are, brah.
Maybe three times.
If I weren't so lazy, I'd laugh in your face.
My laziness makes your laziness look [snoring.]
[coughing.]
[gasps.]
Huh? What was I saying? Don't know.
I'm way too lazy to listen.
Now, now, boys.
Don't get so riled up.
You're both lazy.
Thanks, couch spirit.
Yeah, you the king, couch spirit.
You the king! Oh, it does my heart good to see you both so relaxed on this lazy, lazy Sunday.
I'm relaxing so hard right now, man.
Nobody can relax like us, right, couch spirit? That's right, baby.
If you were any more relaxed, why, you'd be dead.
Hmm.
Dead.
[slapping.]
Just you listen to the couch.
Some folks might try to take away your laziness, but don't you let 'em.
Never be too lazy to stand up and fight for your right to be lazy.
I don't understand.
You see, well [yawning.]
You know what, I'm gonna take a nap.
Ciao, babies.
[both sighing.]
Yeah.
What's with you guys? Why won't you get off the couch? - Lazy Sunday, brah! - It's Tuesday.
Not my problem.
Ah, at least make room for the rest of us.
No can do, bro.
Too comfy.
Yeah, scoot over.
It's too much trouble, baby.
This is ridiculous! We like the couch, too, but you guys are abusing it! What do you expect? It's lazy Sunday.
It's Tuesday! Do I look like a calendar, fool? Face it.
You'll never get us off this couch.
Never.
[bell dings.]
Who wants the chili? - Chili? - I love chili! I want that chili.
But it's so far away.
And my butt is so comfy.
[sniffing.]
But the chili smells so good.
- Dilemma, bro.
- I got a plan.
We boogie to the kitchen, I'll grab the chili, toss into your bird mouth.
You then baby bird feed me some chili.
We'll be headed back to the couch in 5.
23 seconds.
Mmm-mmm! That was some good chili! [both yell.]
We've been robbed! Where'd the couch go? I donated it to the community center.
No more couch.
No more lazy Sundays.
[both crying.]
I hope this does not go on very long.
It's only the beginning.
There are five stages of grief.
Stage one, denial.
Oh, this couch is so comfy, man! I'm just so glad that the couch is still here, right where it always is.
Stage two, anger.
I'm so angry! I'm so that way, too! [both yelling.]
Anger! [yelling.]
Stage three, bargaining.
Please, please, please, please, please bring it back.
- We won't ever sit again! - Nope.
- How about if we - No! - You are gonna love this one.
- No! And get out! Stage four, depression.
[playing melancholy music.]
[sobbing.]
I miss you.
[sobbing.]
Why? [both wailing.]
Stage five, acceptance.
Remember that lump? [sighing.]
And that mysterious sticky stain.
Yeah.
Good times.
[beeping.]
- Dude, what are you doing? - I'm walking.
On the furniture? That's crazy! No way, baby! This thing is great! Hey, Rave! Tried the treadmill yet? Wow, great.
Feeling energized.
Hey, Star! How about you? All right.
I will walk upon the mill of treads.
[beeps.]
I did not know it was so much fun to use my feet.
[giggling.]
- It's our turn now! - Yeah, we wanna go! [music.]
Dude, how come we never tried exercise before? Beats me.
I love working out! Male voice: Who doesn't? Treadmill spirit? 'Sup, bros? Just had me a killer workout.
I'm so pumped right now.
Man, my glutes are still burning.
- Protein shake? - I'm good.
Thanks.
[stammering.]
Yeah.
I'm good.
More for me.
Treadmill spirit, you are ripped.
What's your secret, dude? I'm so glad you asked, bro.
It's easy.
My day starts promptly at 3:00 A.
M.
with a 16-mile sprint.
After I'm warmed up, I hit the elliptical for a solid hour.
Then from 5:00 to 7:00 A.
M.
, I work on my upper body.
From 7:00 to 8:00, I work on my upper-upper body.
8:00 to 8:15, I have juice while doing squats.
And after breakfast, it's time to work out! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Do you ever relax and just chill? - [exclaims.]
Never, bros.
Life is motion.
Ooh, which reminds me.
I've got a Pilates class in five.
Keep it up, bros.
And you can be just like me.
Both: We've got to get the couch back.
Titans, we've got us a mission.
- A rescue mission.
- What kind of rescue mission? We're getting our couch back from the community center.
No way, guys.
We've never been healthier since we got rid of the couch.
Sorry.
No, it's cool.
It was probably only going to be a killer workout.
- Nope.
- Oh, well, we were gonna hit up that tasty new taco joint on the way back, but it's cool though.
Whatevs.
Wait! Tacos? Let's do this.
Titans, go! 33, 34, 35, 36 I have visual contact.
37 Couch has been confirmed.
We go on my signal.
38, 39 Go, go, go, go! Ladies, please, you got to sit this one out.
Yeah.
This one's personal.
- Whatever.
- Good luck! [slurping.]
[wailing.]
[beeping.]
[beeping.]
Mama bird, we are in position.
I repeat, we are in position.
Red Robin is leaving the nest.
Repeat.
Red Robin is leaving the nest.
[bell dings.]
Take her away! We'd love to stay, but there's no place to sit.
Booyah-skadoom! There! Now you can have your treadmill.
[groans and sighs.]
And we can have our couch.
Great! More treadmill time for me.
It is kind of nice to have the couch back.
Yes, the couch is pink.
The couch is back, babies! We missed you, couch.
I missed you too, babies.
Let's never ever be apart again.
[sniffing.]
Ugh! Except, now it's got a smell.
Those community center boys, they do love their garlic.
[all laughing.]
Faster, bro! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
[birds squawking.]
Mmm-mmm! Just look at it.
A six-seater custom built beauty.
Beast Boy: Top of the line micro-fiber upholstery.
Cyborg: Triple layer high density polyurethane seating.
Beast Boy: Solid kiln-dried oak frame.
Those cushions, so plump and comfy.
So warm and soft.
Are you ready? Oh, yeah.
I've been waiting all week for Lazy Sunday! [both sighing.]
I am so lazy.
I must be the laziest person in the world.
No way.
I'm twice as lazy as you are, brah.
Maybe three times.
If I weren't so lazy, I'd laugh in your face.
My laziness makes your laziness look [snoring.]
[coughing.]
[gasps.]
Huh? What was I saying? Don't know.
I'm way too lazy to listen.
Now, now, boys.
Don't get so riled up.
You're both lazy.
Thanks, couch spirit.
Yeah, you the king, couch spirit.
You the king! Oh, it does my heart good to see you both so relaxed on this lazy, lazy Sunday.
I'm relaxing so hard right now, man.
Nobody can relax like us, right, couch spirit? That's right, baby.
If you were any more relaxed, why, you'd be dead.
Hmm.
Dead.
[slapping.]
Just you listen to the couch.
Some folks might try to take away your laziness, but don't you let 'em.
Never be too lazy to stand up and fight for your right to be lazy.
I don't understand.
You see, well [yawning.]
You know what, I'm gonna take a nap.
Ciao, babies.
[both sighing.]
Yeah.
What's with you guys? Why won't you get off the couch? - Lazy Sunday, brah! - It's Tuesday.
Not my problem.
Ah, at least make room for the rest of us.
No can do, bro.
Too comfy.
Yeah, scoot over.
It's too much trouble, baby.
This is ridiculous! We like the couch, too, but you guys are abusing it! What do you expect? It's lazy Sunday.
It's Tuesday! Do I look like a calendar, fool? Face it.
You'll never get us off this couch.
Never.
[bell dings.]
Who wants the chili? - Chili? - I love chili! I want that chili.
But it's so far away.
And my butt is so comfy.
[sniffing.]
But the chili smells so good.
- Dilemma, bro.
- I got a plan.
We boogie to the kitchen, I'll grab the chili, toss into your bird mouth.
You then baby bird feed me some chili.
We'll be headed back to the couch in 5.
23 seconds.
Mmm-mmm! That was some good chili! [both yell.]
We've been robbed! Where'd the couch go? I donated it to the community center.
No more couch.
No more lazy Sundays.
[both crying.]
I hope this does not go on very long.
It's only the beginning.
There are five stages of grief.
Stage one, denial.
Oh, this couch is so comfy, man! I'm just so glad that the couch is still here, right where it always is.
Stage two, anger.
I'm so angry! I'm so that way, too! [both yelling.]
Anger! [yelling.]
Stage three, bargaining.
Please, please, please, please, please bring it back.
- We won't ever sit again! - Nope.
- How about if we - No! - You are gonna love this one.
- No! And get out! Stage four, depression.
[playing melancholy music.]
[sobbing.]
I miss you.
[sobbing.]
Why? [both wailing.]
Stage five, acceptance.
Remember that lump? [sighing.]
And that mysterious sticky stain.
Yeah.
Good times.
[beeping.]
- Dude, what are you doing? - I'm walking.
On the furniture? That's crazy! No way, baby! This thing is great! Hey, Rave! Tried the treadmill yet? Wow, great.
Feeling energized.
Hey, Star! How about you? All right.
I will walk upon the mill of treads.
[beeps.]
I did not know it was so much fun to use my feet.
[giggling.]
- It's our turn now! - Yeah, we wanna go! [music.]
Dude, how come we never tried exercise before? Beats me.
I love working out! Male voice: Who doesn't? Treadmill spirit? 'Sup, bros? Just had me a killer workout.
I'm so pumped right now.
Man, my glutes are still burning.
- Protein shake? - I'm good.
Thanks.
[stammering.]
Yeah.
I'm good.
More for me.
Treadmill spirit, you are ripped.
What's your secret, dude? I'm so glad you asked, bro.
It's easy.
My day starts promptly at 3:00 A.
M.
with a 16-mile sprint.
After I'm warmed up, I hit the elliptical for a solid hour.
Then from 5:00 to 7:00 A.
M.
, I work on my upper body.
From 7:00 to 8:00, I work on my upper-upper body.
8:00 to 8:15, I have juice while doing squats.
And after breakfast, it's time to work out! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Do you ever relax and just chill? - [exclaims.]
Never, bros.
Life is motion.
Ooh, which reminds me.
I've got a Pilates class in five.
Keep it up, bros.
And you can be just like me.
Both: We've got to get the couch back.
Titans, we've got us a mission.
- A rescue mission.
- What kind of rescue mission? We're getting our couch back from the community center.
No way, guys.
We've never been healthier since we got rid of the couch.
Sorry.
No, it's cool.
It was probably only going to be a killer workout.
- Nope.
- Oh, well, we were gonna hit up that tasty new taco joint on the way back, but it's cool though.
Whatevs.
Wait! Tacos? Let's do this.
Titans, go! 33, 34, 35, 36 I have visual contact.
37 Couch has been confirmed.
We go on my signal.
38, 39 Go, go, go, go! Ladies, please, you got to sit this one out.
Yeah.
This one's personal.
- Whatever.
- Good luck! [slurping.]
[wailing.]
[beeping.]
[beeping.]
Mama bird, we are in position.
I repeat, we are in position.
Red Robin is leaving the nest.
Repeat.
Red Robin is leaving the nest.
[bell dings.]
Take her away! We'd love to stay, but there's no place to sit.
Booyah-skadoom! There! Now you can have your treadmill.
[groans and sighs.]
And we can have our couch.
Great! More treadmill time for me.
It is kind of nice to have the couch back.
Yes, the couch is pink.
The couch is back, babies! We missed you, couch.
I missed you too, babies.
Let's never ever be apart again.
[sniffing.]
Ugh! Except, now it's got a smell.
Those community center boys, they do love their garlic.
[all laughing.]
Faster, bro! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!