Is your eye closed, B.O.B.?
OK, you can open your eye now.
It is open. Oh, man, I've gone blind!
That's your mouth, B.O.B.
I get those confused.
Surprise, B.O.B.!
Happy birthday!
Wow! It's my birthday?
Of course it's your birthday.
Why would we have one of these if it wasn't your birthday?
A birthday cake! Wait, where are my presents?
One thing at a time.
You have to have presents before the cake.
And games before presents!
Yes, all of that, B.O.B. But why don't you eat your cake first,
and then we'll plan a real blow-out of a day for you.
Yeah, you're gonna explode...
with birthday excitement.
Kapowey! Fun!
It's gonna be the best day ever! I love you guys!
Excellent. Stage one is complete.
OK, after we open all the presents, we'll have a sleepover!
We'll annoy my big sister, she hates it. And we'll share secrets.
Sure, who doesn't love a good secret.
Now, here's your candle.
- Make a wish. - But don't blow it out.
We're going to light it back there.
I wish for... I want some rocks and some wood.
You sure your plan's gonna work this time?
Absolutely. Why must you always doubt me?
Maybe because you've had a million escape plans and we're still here.
Listen, that cake has already transformed B.O.B.
into a living explosive of the atomic scale.
Once B.O.B. goes boom, we'll skip out of here
like a bunch of carefree schoolgirls.
And what about B.O.B.?
He's indestructible.
Monger thinks these walls are impenetrable.
Well, I guess you never thought of a B.O.B. bomb.
Did you guys invite the lnvisible Man? He hasn't showed.
B.O.B., what are you doing?! Blow out that candle!
Where's the boom?
There you go. Is it game time now?
Nice going, genius. Looks like your bomb really bombed this time.
B.O.B., I'm shocked. I'd expect those cruel words from Link, but from you?
Actually, those cruel words were mine.
I think B.O.B. just read my mind.
I did?! What were you thinking?
Read minds? Please. You have to have one to read one.
He's just the same old brainless B.O.B.
Who am I to call him brainless?
I'm the one who can't escape from this place.
I'm a charlatan, a fraud, a failure.
So, what'd you guys get me, a puppy? A pair of pants?
Testing, testing, one, two, one, two. Hello? B.O.B., can you hear this?
Some clogs? A saddle?
Fruit? Dirt?
- Crayons? Colours? - Leaping Linnaeus!
- This is huge! - What are we doing?
My bomb didn't bomb after all!
B.O.B. is better than a bomb. He can read minds!
I don't get it.
With B.O.B.'s new ability, Monger will tell us how to get out of here.
Freedom.
Not only freedom, but with blue boy at our side,
we're going to rule the world.
Will there be a pinata? I love pinatas!
Absolutely, Bobby! What's world domination without a pinata.
Come on, laugh with me.
Glad you could make it, Captain Monger.
You're just in time for some good old-fashioned birthday frivolity.
Listen up, bug man.
This better not be another one of your half-baked escape attempts.
I got my commandos ready to strike at my signal.
Well, you can call them off, Captain. We're done trying to escape.
Yes, we have learned our lesson.
- Marco? - Polo!
The only way we'd ever get out is if you thought it
and somehow we, like, read your mind.
- Precisely. That's never gonna happen. - Where are you?
Marco?
Polo!
But wouldn't it be a riot if you did tell us?
I mean, if you actually said,
"Monsters, there's a secret door right under your noses."
- Preposterous! - Marco?
Indeed. Or the location of any getaway vehicles.
- Ludicrous! - Marco? Marco?
Oh, for crying out loud! We're right here!
Polo! Polo! Polo!
Got you!
Yes, well, I guess we'll never know the locations of those secret doors.
Especially the one right behind my "I'm always watching you, always" poster.
- What's the access code? - One, two, three, four. No!
Let go, B.O. B.! Don't go through that door!
- What about the commandos? - Commandos? There are none.
I just like making funny hand signals.
Excellent.
Man, this looks bad for you.
New game! Tag, you're it.
It worked! We're really getting out!
Oh, man, I can practically taste my old swamp.
Congratulations, boys! You never made it this far before.
Now what's your plan?
Oh, birthday boy, go ahead and tag the captain.
Are you guys familiar with the rules of Tag?
Monger's still it.
New game, green light!
No, B.O.B.! Come back! We need you!
Red light!
So, can the pinata be really, really big?
Sure, B.O.B.
Cool. Green light!
Doc, let's go, hurry!
Geronimo!
Wait!
No!
Game over, boys.
Party pooper.
Actually, there's one more game, and it's called
Pin the B.O.B. on the Monger.
I love that game!
You throw like my 12-year-old niece, that I may or may not have.
Yeah, dance, soldier boy, dance.
Good thing I took gymnastics in high school.
Oh, he's good.
But not good enough! Link, go long!
Fall back! Fall back!
Oh, my turn.
OK, remain strong. Nothing but name, rank, and serial number.
Name, rank, and serial number.
And whatever I do, don't mention...
The jumbo jet that's up on the roof and all fuelled up and ready to go.
Gotta keep these things away from my wife, which I may or may not have.
- What do I win? - Now you get your present.
To the jumbo jet!
One, two, three, four!
Oh, wow! Is that my pinata?
You betcha, B.O.B. But it's the kind you smash from the inside.
To the pinata!
Dudes! Aren't you forgetting something important?
My blindfold, for the pinata!
One, two, three.
Doc, I gotta say, I was wrong.
- You are a genius. - I know.
You get back here, monsters!
That plane is government property!
You will never assimilate!
The sun! Goodbye, electric heat rock.
Hello, Cocoa Beach.
And this is just the beginning.
With B.O.B.'s new power, the secrets of the world will be ours for the asking!
Hey! Where's the candy? Where did you guys hide it?
Wait, B.O.B., wait!
Am I close?
No, B.O.B., no!
No, no, B.O. B., no!
I love pinatas!
Welcome home, boys.
We're not done yet, Monger.
That guy took all the candy from your pinata, B.O.B. It's in his pockets.
- Is there a backup plane? - How about a back door?
What about an escape pod?
I don't feel any candy, but this little soldier is ticklish.
- Knock it off! - B.O.B.!
Why aren't you reading his mind?
I don't know, but, man, you guys got ripped off on that pinata.
I smashed it to bits, not even a lollipop.
Whoo doggie!
Suspense, explosions, and gymnastics.
Not a bad start for a Tuesday.
Burning Bunsen burner.
I bet I get a promotion for this one.
Happy birthday, B.O.B.
Thanks! It's my birthday also.
Yeah, thanks. OK, here's another one for you guys.
That was an amazing impression, lnvisible Man! How do you do it?
Thank you. It doesn't hurt to be double-jointed.
Hilarious.
OK, here's an easy one.
Guess who I'm doing right now?
I am a super genius and I love the taste of day-old garbage.
Yummy, yummy, yummy.
He eats garbage? Man, he must be dumb.
I just blew another escape attempt.
That's a real knee-slapper.
Come on, everyone, laugh with me.
Oh, I love the mu-ha-has.
This is the best birthday ever!
Olé!