Congratulations to Pops.
He has officially completed his training.
More than an army's worth of strength
is contained within this vessel.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Was the peacock the last of your training, Pops?
Uh, no. This is just a weird thing he wanted to do.
But he looks exactly the same.
Are you trying to tell us that somehow he's changed inside,
even though he hasn't changed at all on the outside?
Take a shot if you don't believe me. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
No, no. Oh, we're good.
Come on!
You two have destructive tendencies.
I know you do.
Okay, fine. Pull my arm.
All: Whoa!
-It's totally solid. -How'd that happen?
Whoa. Whoa.
So cool. So cool.
Snow cool. Snow cool.
Is that all you've got?
Come on, really try to take him down.
Ohh! Augh!
Everybody!
All: Uh...
-Good job, Muscle Man. -It turned into a bird.
Hmm.
Ooh! What?!
How'd he do that?!
He made a protective wall
out of positive energy,
and that's not all he can do.
What else can there possibly be?
Pops: Well, I guess you could say I have a way with words.
Pops scaled my mind fence!
Yes, now that Pops is telepathic,
he'll never need a telephone again.
Question.
Ah, ah, ah!
Any questions will be addressed
at tonight's formal presentation.
The final battle against Anti-Pops.
Now, Planet Nielsen, home of the all-knowing seer
that can tell us exactly when, where, and how
Pops will fight Anti-Pops.
So we just need to find her.
That's it. That's the whole presentation.
Earl.
What is it?
Remember how I said before
that I didn't want to fight my brother?
Yes, but then we did all that training, and now you are ready.
Yes, but I still don't want to fight him.
Yeah, but you're gonna.
You have to, Pops.
You have to!
Oh, but certainly there must be some way
to end this dispute peacefully.
No, Pops. We've been over this.
The scroll says you fight, so you will fight.
Okay.
Uh, okay.
I guess, uh, let's start plotting
the course to Planet Nielsen.
-All right, let's do this. -Yep, let's get 'er done.
-I'll make coffee. -Guess we better buckle up.
Ohh.
There must be a way to reason with Anti-Pops.
If only I could get in touch with him.
Wait, I can!
Anti-Pops: Sadness.
Impossible parking.
Had to wait for the bathroom.
No free refills!
The only reason I'm leaving a one-star rating
is that there isn't an option for zero-st--
Huh? Pops?
You scaled my mind fence?!
Don't worry. This is just a friendly visit.
I thought I'd "pops" into the old anti-thought attic.
How dare you show up in my head!
Well, that's just it.
I only wanted a chance
to get to know my brother a little better.
Sadness.
I had no idea you were so sad.
You only think that
because happy for me feels like sad to you.
Like how you see blue where I see orange,
but you learned to call your version of blue "orange."
It doesn't have to be this way.
We could become friends.
And then what?
The joy of friendship lasts forever.
Yes, perhaps we should meet up
and talk this through.
I'll host.
Wonderful!
Meet me tomorrow in my underground dungeon
on the sulfuric-lava planet.
Oh, uh...
how about a public place instead?
Okay.
Uh, I know another spot that might work.
Do you have a pencil and paper handy?
I think my super mind should be able to remember it.
Yes, of course.
Everyone, splendid news!
There's no need to fight Anti-Pops.
Um, how did you arrive at this conclusion, Pops?
I telepathically got in touch with him
and made a plan to meet in person
and figure out how to make peace.
This is so clearly a trick.
There's no making peace with pure evil.
But he's not pure evil.
No, Pops, you will fight him, and that is final!
Okay.
Peace sounds
like a wonderful idea to me, Pops.
I'm so glad you agree.
* La, la, la, la, la, la, la *
Ohh.
Ah, Mordecai and Rigby!
How long have you been here?
A while.
I know you all believe
that the only way to save the universe
is by destroying Anti-Pops.
But I have never known violence to be an answer before,
and I don't see why it should be now.
Yeah, we hear you, Pops.
It's just, well,
this situation's like a video game.
Some bad guys can't be beaten with words.
In fact, most can't.
You beat bad guys by jumping on their heads
or punching them in the gut.
-Do you? -Yeah.
And we'll be with you every step of the way.
That means a lot to me.
Of course.
Are you still gonna bake that cake?
Oh. I suppose.
That means a lot to me.
* Breakfast cake, cake, cake *
* Cake, ca-cake, ca-ca-ca-cake *
* Ca-ca-ca-cake
* Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-cake
Where's cake?
With Pops.
Where's Pops?
He left a note.
"Dear friends, I've gone to see my evil brother.
Cake fixes everything. You'll see.
Sincerely, Pops."
He's gone to get himself killed.
Himself and us-self!
We got to go find him.
Oh!
Hello, Pops.
I'm so glad you came.
Alone, I presume?
As you suspiciously insisted, yes.
There's no disagreement so terrible
that it can't be hashed out over a good, honest chat,
gentleman to gentleman.
I've secured a quiet place to talk.
Right this way.
Good show. Good show.
Oh, dear.
This appears to be off...
...limits.
Well, it is quiet.
This is my kind of place!
Really sets the mood. Agree?
It sets a mood, I suppose.
I brought you a gift.
A man with a tummy full of cake
has no need to destroy the universe.
That's what I always say.
For me?
Well, uh, I suppose one taste couldn't hurt.
Oh, Pops.
This cake...
This cake is...
total garbage!
Oh, my "better together" cake!
You know, I'm starting to wonder
if you were ever serious about making peace.
Of course I wasn't, you idiot!
Why would I want peace for this universe?
This place and its creatures offer me nothing,
and I plan to extend the favor by destroying it all!
My goodness!
I've never met someone who needed a hug so badly.
What?! Ohh!
I don't need a hug!
Aah! Oof!
Oh, dear.
Oh!
Goodbye, Pops.
Please! We don't have to do this!
Have to?
This is all I want!
Everything is broken, Pops,
just like these games.
But I have the solution for broken things.
See? All better.
That is not better!
Huh?
Hmm?
You see?
Positive energy can fix so much,
even a sad heart like yours.
It's like you don't understand me at all!
Aah!
Augh!
You can't hide from me!
I'm tired of looking at you, Pops.
Just go away!
Aah!
I guess my friends were right.
Some bad guys can't be beaten with words!
Tisk, tisk.
Violence doesn't suit you!
Augh!
Does it hurt, Pops?
Don't worry.
I'll make it all better.
Ohh!
Ooh!
Pops, are you okay?
Aah!
Rigby: Run!
Where's the exit?
-Oh! -Oh!
Fulfill your destiny, Pops.
Get him to the rendezvous point!
I'll hold off Anti-Pops!
You heard him. Let's go.
Eileen! Open the hatch!
We have to get him medical attention.
Guys, we're running out of asteroid fast!
Set coordinates for Planet Nielsen!
Bad show!
He's so weak.
What did Anti-Pops do to him?
It was the same thing he did to Earl.
Like, he almost erased him from existence or something.
Let's just do what Earl said and get Pops to the Seer.
Computer: Now approaching Planet Nielsen.
Rigby: That's a planet?
It looks like some weird appliance.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Welcome to Planet Streaming.
Would you like to upgrade for an ad-free experience?
Only $3.99 a month.
Planet Streaming?
I thought this was Planet Nielsen.
Planet Nielsen is obsolete.
Everything is streaming now.
We're currently showing 6.8 billion forms
of online content.
Would you like to start your free trial?
We just need your credit-card num...ber.
It's them!
Take them to holding!
Augh!
Does everything have to try to kill us?!
Reel to Reel?
Disc Masters!
It truly is a small universe to see you here.
This is Black & White,
sworn brother of the Format Wars.
We need to get you out of here.
But we need to get Pops to the Seer.
The Seer?
No one sees the all-knowing Seer.
But the Seer always sees you.
So, can you take us to her, or...?
Yeah, we can take you,
but first, he needs medical attention.
Follow us.
Hurry, before Streaming sends reinforcements.
Brace yourselves!
Be kind. Rewind.
Reel to Reel, what's the
Frozen burritos!
Get that guy in here stat.
Come on, now.
Come on. Chew it.
Yes, chew it up. Come on.
There you go. He's stable.
After 50 cc of Salisbury steak and a little rest,
he'll be good as new.
You're a doctor?
I was a doctor -- in the resistance,
before the Format Wars, before Streaming took over.
Took over?
I've got it all right here.
Narrator: Planet Nielsen --
a place where all universes
can be seen under one roof.
Here we have highly trained analysts
watching and tracking views
of the various universes throughout the galaxy.
Nielsen: "Hangin' With the Plartians" --
13 million viewers ages 12 to 35.
Business was booming for Planet Nielsen.
Advertisers would pay top dollar
to know how many people were watching each universe,
until Streaming came along and took over.
Streaming didn't care what people were watching
because it already knew,
thus rendering the Nielsen system obsolete.
Hopeless and jobless,
Streaming banished the workers
to the bowels of the city forever,
where they tried to preserve the ways of the old formats,
because what happens
if you want to watch your favorite universe
when the Internet is down,
or if you want to see the glorious quality of a DVD
instead of the poorly compressed video of Streaming?
The world may never know.
Now that you know the history,
you understand why the old formats
must put an end to this torrenting tyrant!
Why couldn't Streaming be stopped
by this all-knowing Seer?
She just relays information about what she sees.
Whether or not she has actual powers
is kind of a gray area.
Everything's a gray area to you, Black & White.
Ouch. Reel to Reel getting a little too real.
Indeed. Shots fired.
They know the chosen one is here!
We've got to get to the Seer now!
-What about Pops? -I'm all right.
Take me to the Seer.
Run! Go!
I'll hold them off.
I hope they're hungry.
Always follow proper heating instructions.
For the formats!
Come on. This way.
Nielsen: 34 share. 8 million households.
18 to 24.
13 share. 1 million.
12 share. 2 million households.
32 to 56.
They got free coffee!
Work perks! Work perks!
HD DVD: Stop!
Nielsen employees only.
What are you doing down here?
It's okay, HD. They're with us.
The chosen one.
And it's the five Disc Masters, as well.
DVD? You're here, too?
No. DVD is dead.
What?
Yeah, I'm HD DVD now.
I got upgraded.
New voice chip and everything.
High-definition, baby.
Now I'm the most superior physical format to date.
Take that, Dad! Forgive my brother.
His picture quality isn't as clear as mine,
so he forgets things
I'm Bluray, and I'm obviously
the most superior physical format to date.
Whatever. I still have better sound definition than you.
Tell that to my 10 gigs of extra storage.
I would, but I think someone's surface coating
is a little too thick to understand.
Well, at least I'm not the one
with the ability to roam any region
and still went crying home to Daddy.
You leave Father out of this!
Whoa, whoa, kids. Don't scratch a disc.
We need to get Pops to the Seer.
Right, sorry. Follow us.
Allow me.
My bit rate is faster.
Your face is a bit rate.
Seer, we have brought the chosen one.
Ah, yes. Pops.
I've been expecting you.
You know who I am?
Of course I do.
I know each and every one of you.
You don't know me!
Oh, Muscle Man, always so brash.
You know who else is always so brash?
Uh...who?
Come on. You know.
I don't know what you're talking about, lady!
My...mom.
Whoa, bro. That's right.
I've been watching you guys since the very beginning.
I know everything about you.
-Everything? -Sure.
You all work at the park.
You and Rigby are the slacker duo.
Benson's the grouchy manager.
Skips is immortal.
Funny stuff.
Anyone could have known that.
Oh, yeah?
-Whoa! -Whoa!
You started off really strong.
But when Mordecai started dating Margaret,
things leveled off a little.
I was always more of a C.J. fan myself.
Every Halloween was a spike in interest,
but lately, that's been a little weak, as well.
Eh, Rigby going to high school helped,
as did Muscle Man getting married.
Everyone sure loves weddings.
And the whole going-to-space thing?
Whoo! I was not expecting that.
I'm curious to see where things go now.
But then again, everything must end eventually.
End? What will end?
Your universe, of course.
Many universes have come and gone.
It's the natural order of things.
Yours lasted longer than most,
but now your universe, your lives, the park --
everything -- it's all going to end.
It can't end!
Ah, but that's what
this has all been leading up to, Pops --
the final battle with your evil twin.
We can't hold Streaming much longer!
We got to get Pops out of here.
Not today, you dumb data boxes!
You cash-hungry content coffins!
-Aah! -Aah!
How are you so calm?
The universe is ending!
It's not my universe that's ending, it's yours.
It's a shame that I won't be able to watch it anymore.
I've really grown quite fond of you all.
Personally, I wish you had a bigger role, dear.
HD DVD: Ugh, it's like an over-saturation of the marketplace.
Time to cancel our subscription.
We're almost there!
Streaming!
Hello, HD DVD and Bluray.
And you've brought all your remaining formats to me.
Finally I can add you all
to my queue of destruction!
No!
Reel to Reel!
He was the original!
Black & White, no!
You can't stop him!
Aah!
Fool, there's no escape.
Streaming is the future!
Ohh!
You can make it, Black & White.
There's still a market for you.
In space no one can hear you...stream.
Quick, while he's still buffering.
Go! -Go!
Now you must go to where it all began, Pops --
to your home planet, Lolliland.
That's where the final battle will take place.
Do I really have to fight my brother?
You've fought him before, and you will fight him again.
And your universe will reset itself.
That's how it's always been and how it will always be.
There must be another way.
Uh, sometimes doing something different
makes all the difference,
but then again, everybody loves reruns.
Oh, no!
Go now, Pops.
Make it a jolly good show.
Eileen, enter the coordinates.
You got it.
My favorite planet.