(THEME SONG PLAYING)
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Yonder! Wander! Yonder! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Wander! Yonder! Wander! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
(LORD HATER LAUGHS)
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Yonder! Wander! Yonder! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪
(BINGLEBOPS CHEERING)
I, King Bingleborp of the Binglebops,
declare this Bingleberry Festival
the best in the history of Binglebopolopolis.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hip, hop, hooray! What a wonderful day!
(BLOWING KISSES)
(SMOOCHING LOUDLY)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
LORD HATER: Wrong!
(BINGLEBOPS SCREAMING)
WATCHDOGS: Hate's great! Best villain!
This planet is now under the control of Lord Hater!
WATCHDOGS: (CHANTING) Hate's great! Best villain!
-(CHANTING CONTINUES) -(BINGLEBOPS SHRIEKING)
(CHANTING) Hate's great! Best villain! Hate's great! Best villain!
Hate's great! Best villain!
Hate's great! Best villain! Hate's great!
No!
(SHRIEKING)
(BINGLEBOPS SHRIEKING)
BINGLEBOP: (SHRIEKS) Get this thing off of me!
Soon, every planet in the universe will be mine.
Even pathetic little specks like Banglebrop,
all under the control of Lord Hater!
It's Bingleborp.
(YELLING) I'll call my new planet whatever I want!
For when the entire universe is mine,
then, and only then, will I finally be...
in all the galaxy!
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
(SQUEAKING)
(ELECTRIC BUZZ)
Oh, whoever will save us, now?
(WESTERN COWBOY MUSIC PLAYING)
Wow! What a neat little town.
There's a little park, and cute little buildings.
Games and rides and...
Rotting in one of Lord Hater's cells for the rest of our lives?
Sorry, Wander, I don't think so.
Oh! Everywhere we go,
he's conquering planets, taking over towns,
and just being a flarf-narblin', no-fun-having jerk!
Oh! Ooh, this guy makes me so mad.
I just wanna go up to his bony little face and...
(GRUNTING, SHRIEKING)
But come on, you gotta be crazy to try and stop Hater.
(SCOFFS) Right, Wander?
Wander? Wander?
Wand... Whoa!
WANDER: Howdy, fellas.
Folks call me Wander, and we really like your town.
What's your name? (GRUNTS)
Take him to Lord Hater!
WATCHDOGS: (CHANTING) Hate's great! Best villain!
-(PUNCHES THUDDING) -(WANDER WINCING)
Oh, it's on, you little scuzzmonkeys!
(SYLVIA SCREAMS)
-(CHANTING CONTINUES) -(WANDER WINCING)
(WANDER MOANS IN PLEASURE)
There, there, that's the spot. (MOANS)
Thanks, fellas. My back's been killing' me for days,
but, traveling through the universe will do that to you, right?
You know what I mean, right?
Right? Right? Right?
Hey, Sylvia, right?
-Right. -(LOUD CRASH)
Right, left, right, left, right, left.
Sure it's fun and all, but, phew!
Sometimes, you just need to kick back and relax.
-(CHANTING CONTINUES) -(PUNCHES LANDING)
I mean, don't you just wish that
sometimes the constant
"Hate's Great! Best villain!
"Taste cake! It's filling!
"Fix gate! Needs drilling!
"Date Kate! She's willing,"
would just stop?
(CHANTING CEASES)
So you could finally have a day off, and enjoy...
the fair.
PEEPERS: Hater's Law 9,842. Your new favorite TV program is
Lord Hater's Torture Room and Fun Time Variety Hour.
Hater's Law 9,843.
Your new favorite band is Lord Hater and the Harbingers of Doom.
Hater's Law 9,843. Your new fav...
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you think maybe I should, uh...
I won't let you down, sir.
That was a blast. (CHUCKLES)
Whoa! Halt, in the name of Lord Hater!
-(ELECTRIC BUZZING) -Look at you and your little hat!
You are so cute, I can't stand it. Trade!
-(SYLVIA LAUGHS) -Shall we preserve the moment?
Say "cheese"!
No, not the flash. Not the flash!
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(SHRIEKING) Oh, my eyes! I can't see.
(SHRIEKING)
I think he may have let you down.
(KING BINGLEBORP GRUNTS)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
Put 'em up! Wanna mess with me?
Huh? Come on, you're not so tough.
LORD HATER: (YELLING) Enough!
(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
LORD HATER: You shall pay for your foolishness.
You shall suffer the full wrath of Lord Hater!
WATCHDOGS: (CHANTING) Hate's great! Best villain!
I have mangled the minds of millions,
I have tempted forth torrential tides of tears!
I have reduced the richest of republics
to rubble and ruin...
because I am the greatest in all the galaxy!
Wow, congratulations. That's amazing.
Have you ever done this?
(GIBBERING)
Have you ever rolled your tongue?
Have you ever done a ditty?
(HUMMING TUNE)
Have you ever stood on one foot?
Outrun a kitten? Been to a roller rink?
Found a penny? Moved a couch?
Ate a hundred hot dogs?
Have. You. Ever...
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
...won a trophy for the Greatest in the Galaxy contest?
Huh? Have ya, have ya, have ya?
(GROWLING ANGRILY)
Guess not.
Oh, it's on.
♪ Hot dog eatin' Hot dog eatin' ♪
♪ Ring tossin' Ring tossin' ♪
♪ What's next? ♪
♪ It's balloon dart throwin' ♪
♪ Baseball pitchin', baseball pitchin' ♪
-(BELL DINGS) -(LORD HATER FARTS)
♪ Arm wrestlin', arm wrestlin' ♪
(MUSIC PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE)
(MUSIC STOPS)
♪ Sack racin', sack racin' ♪
♪ Tug-o-war, unicycle Push-up contest ♪
(SCATTING)
(SCREAMING ANGRILY)
And now, the winner of the Greatest in the Galaxy contest.
Drumroll, please.
I'm so nervous!
-You. -Yeah!
No, the other guy. The one in the hat.
Hey, I have a hat.
Wow, what a neat surprise.
(WHOOPING)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Thank you, thank you!
(YELLING) It's not fair!
I should have won the trophy.
I'm the greatest in the galaxy.
I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
-I like your sneakers. -PEEPERS: It's okay, sir. It's okay.
We got you, sir. We got you. There we go.
Later, Hater! Sure was fun playin' with you.
-What? -That was awesome.
Come on, up top.
You put that filthy thing away
and give me the good stuff.
(BINGLEBOPS CHEERING)
(BINGLEBOPS SHRIEKING)
LORD HATER: Who looks stupid now?
Who's not so great now?
-(LORD HATER SNICKERING) -(LOUD CRASH)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
SYLVIA: Hey.
Gotta be crazy to try and stop Hater.
(CHUCKLES) Right, Wander?
(LORD HATER GROWLS ANGRILY)
PEEPERS: Please, sir, just let them go.
This planet is ours.
Shut up, Peepers. Forget the planet.
I want that trophy.
I'm the greatest in the galaxy!
(LORD HATER SCREAMING)
(WANDER WHOOPING)
Hey, Hater, final challenge for the win.
Last one into town is a rotten egg.
Please, sir, no!
-(BEEPING) -(ENGINE ROARING)
Lord Hater, number-one superstar.
I'm the greatest
in all the galaxy!
(LOUD CLANG)
(WHISTLING)
(LOUD EXPLOSION)
(BINGLEBOPS CHEERING)
Wow.
What a...
neat... little... town.
(KISSING)
(GLASS SHARDS CLINKING)
Hi, sorry to bother.
Just wanted to stop by and give you this.
Congrats. You won that race fair and square.
-Well, best be going. -BOTH: Later, Hater.
(GROWLING)
(SCREECHING)
That all you got, you overgrown iguanazoid?
Take that! (LAUGHS)
(BEAST SCREECHING ANGRILY)
(SYLVA GRUNTS)
Uh, Syl?
-You think... -(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
-...that maybe... -(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
-...you should... -(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
-...try another... -(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
No!
(YELLING) I got this...
(GRUNTS)
...totally under control.
(SHRIEKS)
Yeah, but maybe there's another way to stop...
No! This is the only way.
Now help me find something to bash this beast.
Okay, let's see.
Something to help, something to help, something to help, something to help,
something to help...
(GASPS)
(BEAST SCREECHING)
Oh, you poor baby!
(SYLVIA GRUNTS)
Oh, don't you worry, we'll get you back to Mama,
even if she wants to kill us.
Yes, she does. She wants to kill us dead.
Great job, Wander.
This rock is perfect for bashing that beast.
Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia. It's like I always say,
"A little lump of love will take the buck outta the bronco."
-Huh? -This rock is an egg.
And that beast is this egg's mother.
And once it's put back in its nest, it will hatch,
and mother and child will have a joyful reunion.
♪ Mother and child ♪
WANDER: And the power of love
will turn her into a nurturing mommy,
instead of a flying harbinger of death and destruction.
Forget it!
Sappy smooshy-wooshy lovey-dovey silliness ain't my style!
You're on your own this time, Wander.
That thing wants to eat us.
And the only way to get her to back off is to...
(GRUNTS) Fight her off.
Ha! (WINCES)
I'll have nothing to do with this.
Well, poo-poo to you, Miss Punchy Punchersons.
Who needs you anyway? I'll do it myself
with the power of love!
(GRUNTING, STRAINING)
(SYLVIA GROWLS)
-Stupid egg. -(BEAST SCREECHING)
I should be fighting. What am I, a babysitter?
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Stop!
(SYLVIA STRAINING)
Slow down.
There's a baby onboard.
(BEAST SCREECHING)
(WHISTLING)
(BEAST SCREECHING)
(SCREECHING CEASES)
Perfect. If we hurry, we'll escape before it realizes there's an exit.
Slower.
-Slo... -Wander.
Look, we have got a very short window of time
before Dragon Breath figures out a way to get to us.
If we're gonna get to that nest in the next millennium,
this baby is gonna have to man up...
-(SCREECHING EXCITEDLY) -Why are you doing that?
D'aww! She likes you.
(BELLOWING ANGRILY)
My baby!
(SHRIEKING)
Phew!
(SHRIEKING)
Phew!
(SHRIEKING)
Phew!
(SHRIEKING)
Phew! Safe and sound.
Right back where we started.
(CRASHING)
(SCREECHING ANGRILY)
Quick! Out here, we're fish in a barrel.
What is wrong with you?
You've been flinging this poor thing around
like a sack of potatoes.
Do you know nothing about proper parenting?
(SCREECHING ANGRILY)
What? What? What do you want me to do?
The baby needs to know we're helping it, not hurting it.
It needs some reassurance.
-It needs... -Don't tell me.
A hug!
Over. My. Dead. Body.
(BEAST SCREECHING)
There! Good, right? Good? Can we go?
(SCREECHING)
I'm not happy right now.
♪ We're on a quest to get Eggy to the nesty ♪
♪ Projectile spines, they hit more than they miss ♪
♪ Well, the baby has a scratch On her shell that hasn't hatched ♪
♪ And a booboo just demands a kiss ♪
♪ And now you're shiverin' from frosty freezy ice breath ♪
♪ And I can tell you want to punch me in the gut ♪
♪ The baby's cold, sad to admit ♪
♪ Needs Mother Hen to sit on it ♪
♪ And you have got the biggest butt ♪
♪ After getting hit with monster spit ♪
♪ A bath we take ♪
♪ And now we soothe your Eggy-Poo with Patty Cake ♪
♪ Caring for children is such fun, won't you agree? ♪
♪ You thought you'd kick some monster butt Instead, you're dressed for tea ♪
(VOCALIZING)
♪ As we approach our final destination ♪
♪ You have been burned and singed and smashed and struck ♪
♪ It was all worth it Oh, you'll agree ♪
♪ 'Cause finally you will see ♪
♪ A lump of love will take the bronco's buck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ A lump of love will take the bronco's buck ♪
(VOCALIZING)
(CONTINUES VOCALIZING)
(PANTING)
(SYLVIA STRAINING)
Finally. Good riddance!
Oh! (SIGHS)
Oh, I see what you're doin'.
Well, it's not gonna work.
No cutesy-wootsy egg is gonna make a softy outta me.
Just as soon as Wander sees his lovey-dovey plan go up in smoke,
I will be back to doin' what I do best.
Kickin' some monster butt!
(GRUNTS)
(EGG CRACKING)
Here we go.
Hey, aren't you gonna stay for the reunion?
SYLVIA: Why? Do I look like a giant flying lizard?
(MUTTERING)
(MUTTERING CEASES)
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Mother and child, y'all ♪
♪ It's the big reunion ♪
♪ Wow, look out That's the wrong baby! ♪
(SCREECHING)
(SHRIEKING) Sylvia!
-You were right. -(SCREECHING)
-(COOING) -It does want to eat us.
-(COOING) -Sylvia!
-(BEAST SCREECHING) -(COOING)
Back off, you thick-witted skink!
Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Hush now, sweetie.
Everything's gonna be... (GASPS)
All right.
(BELLOWING)
(WHIMPERING)
(COOING)
(GULPS, SIGHS)
WANDER: Look, a little lump of love...
Took the buck outta the bronco.
(CHUCKLES)
-(COOING) -D'aww!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Oh, Wander over Yonder ♪
♪ And check out this and that ♪
♪ If you Wander over Yonder ♪
♪ Best be sure to wear your hat ♪
♪ All the things that you will see ♪
♪ And you certainly will be free ♪
♪ If you Wander over Yonder Just you and me ♪
(VOCALIZING)