(THEME SONG PLAYING)
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Yonder! Wander! Wander! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Yonder! Wander! Wander! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
(LORD HATER SCREAMS)
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Wander! Wander! Over! Over! ♪
♪ Yonder! Yonder! Wander! Wander! ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit Wander Over Yonder! ♪
♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪
Don't sweat it, I love working on these old beauts!
They may have a lot of light years on 'em, but they were built to last!
Sylvia'll have you up and running in no time, Ms. Starbella!
Oh, please, call me Stella.
But again, I really don't need any help!
Oh, it's no trouble at all!
We saw you floatin' out here all by your lonesome
and figured, "it never hurts to help!"
Suit yourself. But there's no need.
That engine's been on the fritz since I defeated Mandrake the Malfeasant,
in the Battle of Planet X, thus ending his tyrannical reign!
My pilot man-at-arms, Mittens, handles all the repairs himself.
(SADLY) But he's being a bit aloof today.
STELLA: Have you met Mittens?
-Say "hello", Mittens! -(MITTENS SCREECHING)
(MITTENS SCREECHES)
Ah-ha! A loose screw! Maybe that's it. Nope.
COMPUTER: Self-destruct system initiating.
Please enter your password to deactivate or prepare to implode in thirty seconds.
Um, Ms. Stella? What's your password?
Is it in with the instructions?
Or maybe you could call the customer service?
Not sure we have that kind of time!
Uhh... Maybe you have it written down?
Well, I don't know. Is it Mittens?
Have you met Mittens?
Get off! M-I-T-T-E-N-S, enter!
-(SCREAMS) It's not Mittens! -Ten...
-Ms. Starbella, we really need your... -Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...
-P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D... -...three, two, one...
(MACHINE SHUTS DOWN)
Oh, that password! Mittens usually keeps track of all those things.
STELLA: Don't you, Mittens?
Sylvia, I'm really worried that...
It's not just Ms. Stella's engine that needs a jump-start?
Yeah. And though she says she doesn't,
-I really think that... (GASPS) -She really does need our help.
Yeah. So I think...
We should stick around and make sure that she really is okay?
-Yeah! 'Cause... -There's no telling what being all alone
in deep space can do to you?
I knitted you both sweaters. The evenings out here get awfully drafty.
Mayday! Mayday! If anyone is out there, Sherblorg 7 is under attack!
Please! Anyone! We need help!
Wander, Sherblorg 7 needs our help right away.
I know, but we can't just leave Stella here alone and helpless.
We've got to make sure she's okay.
Now, who wants to play rummy?
All right, but in order to fix the ship, I need you to ask Ms. Starbella
if she has a supersonic-socket wrench. Now, hurry!
Oh, I know I had a supersonic-socket wrench here somewhere.
Ooh, careful.
Saved it from when I overthrew an organized time syndicate.
Maybe it's in... Oh! "Send Donnie Burn's grandson a graduation card". I did that.
Sherblorg 7, come in, Sherblorg 7.
Oh, thank Grop!
Yes! Um, signal received, we're coming to rescue you!
-Oh, thank Grop! -We'll be there right away!
(EXCITEDLY) Oh, thank Grop!
STELLA: Maybe it's in my pocketbook.
Please hold!
Oh, Grop!
No. That's my change purse.
Wha... That's a satchel! Oh, wait! What's that up there?
STELLA: My cookie jar! Been looking all over for that.
You want some cookies? I'll make cookies.
No!
SHERBLORG KING: Where are you?
What in Grop's name could be taking you so long?
-Ms. Stella, can we... -Silence! Respect the baking process.
(SHERBLORG KING CRYING)
(OVEN TIMER RINGS)
Oh, look. Supersonic-socket wrench.
Fixed it. Sherblorg, Sherblorg 7, we are on our way!
Don't bother. We've been captured.
SHERBLORG KING: You're too late. Hope you got your wrench.
STELLA: Shame! Someone should try and help those nice folks.
(IN UNISON) Stella?
That's Starbella!
And Sherblorg 7 needs my help!
-Sylvia, I think... -She's completely lost her marbles?
No. There they are!
Sherblorg 7, this is Vengastar. We're entering your system,
so would you please be a dear and prepare for rescue? Thank you!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Ooh! Starbella!
SHERBLORG KING: Oh, thank Grop!
MANDRAKE: So, Starbella...
We meet again!
Mandrake the Malfeasant! I should have known!
-What happened? -And where's Stella?
-We gotta find her before she does something really... -Kooky!
Prepare to meet your (WHEEZING) doom!
Oh, poop! I'm in no hurry to do that.
(IN UNISON) Ahh!
Ms. Stella! Are you okay?
It's Starbella. And I already told you, sweetie, I don't need your..
Help!
(WHEEZING LAUGHTER)
That's right. I, Mandrake the Malfeasant, (WHEEZING) am back to show these...
these Lord Hatreds, Emperors, Rock Stars
with the skull and fish faces what a (COUGHING) real villain is all about!
With Sherblorg 7 in my control, I'm more vital. (WHEEZING)
Now prepare (COUGHING) to die!
(COUGHING FIT)
Starbella, I may have conquered many planets in my day,
but I've never conquered your heart. (WHEEZING VIOLENTLY)
Good Grop, Mandrake, can't we just have a good time?
You always gotta complicate things by throwing a wrench into the works!
Robots! Seize her!
Gotcha, Starbella! Now you're mine! Bwah-hah-hah! (COUGHING)
So long, old friend.
(ALARM BLARING)
COMPUTER: Attention, Mandrake. Self-destruct system activated.
Enter your password to deactivate or prepare to implode in thirty seconds.
COMPUTER: 29, 28, 27...
Password! Password!
(GASPS) Wow! Guess you really didn't need our help.
(GASPS) But we sure needed yours.
-(GASPS) -"Evil One"? "QWERTY"? "Canasta Champ"?
-(SIGHS) -Uh, "Starbella's Fella"?
MAN: ♪ Starbella, interstellar ♪
♪ You're the light in any feller's eyes ♪
♪ You hypnotize me ♪
STELLA: And then the missiles exploded, and made for quite the ballyhoo!
(IN UNISON) Whoa!
Ms. Starbella, you are a delight!
And like this ship, you may have a lot of light years on you,
but you were built to last.
Well, enough of my babbling.
You all probably want to get going.
-No! Don't leave me! -(IN UNISON) No!
I, on the other hand, really should be saying my farewells.
I have a galaxy to conquer, and... Oh!
(ALL LAUGHING)
♪ Starbella, interstellar You make me feel so young ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
PEEPERS: Lord Dominator.
(SCREAMING) Boo! I hate that guy!
PEEPERS: Well, you should, sir.
He's climbed to the top of the Galactic Villain Leaderboard in record time!
I assume you mean close to the top.
After yours truly, Lord Hater, Number 1 Superstar.
-Sir, we're not even in the Top Ten. -What!
We're way down here between Something the So and So and an empty blank space.
Oh, I see.
And how many planets does Wander have?
(SCREAMING) None! Zero! He doesn't conquer planets!
I don't even think he has a house!
Sir, if you want to make it back onto the Top Ten, you have to stop viewing
Wander as a threat and focus on actual villains that are actual threats.
Like Dominator! (GRUNTS)
Let's start with General McGuffin.
Now, our spies have located a weak spot in the force field around McGuffin's
heavily fortified military stronghold.
We sneak in, deactivate the force field, take his base, and steal his territories.
Called, that'll pad our planetary numbers quite nicely.
Point me at him! I'll deep fry the feathers off him!
Love that enthusiasm, but this will be a delicate covert operation
with lots of twists and turns.
I need your undivided attention.
PEEPERS: Do I have your undivided attention?
Absolutely! Nothing will distract me from taking out these losers
and re-becoming the Greatest in the Galaxy!
Tag! You're it!
Oh, no!
Commander Peepers.
I believe you were going to brief us on your invasion plan.
You... You're not gonna flip out and chase after him?
Please. Do you think I'm going to let some silly game
ruin my chances at galactic superiority?
Uh, you do seem to do that a lot, so...
Well, of course not, sir.
Glad to see you've got your eyes on the prize.
Now, General McGuffin's base has 32 separate sentry turrets
surveying 45 degree angles in varying intervals.
After fording the perimeter moat, which is crawling with water Wingmen,
we'll hit the infinity minefield full of self-preparing mines.
I'm not gonna lie, not all of you are gonna make it back through that one.
I'm looking at you, Pat. The secondary moat is tricky.
PEEPERS: It's rigged with alarm sensors that can tag our presence
and it alternates its pattern. If you're tagged, it is imperative
that you tag its it-it while it tags the it-it tag.
It-it-tag-tag-it-tag-it-it-tag-tag-tag-it. Y'all got that?
Great. 'Cause this is where it gets tricky.
PEEPERS: Because everything we've just encountered
is actually a mass hallucination induced by General McGuffin's psychic battalion.
PEEPERS: We have to confront our innermost fears in order to defeat them,
awake from the dream state and then start the whole thing over again from step one.
The conference table is base!
-What was that? -Nothing. Totally paying attention.
Good. Now, once we've escaped to that alternate timeline...
(WHISPERING) Psst! Barry, take your hand off the table.
Oh, no! There's a big scary monster under the table,
and he's, like, totally gonna eat you unless you run away from the table!
Run, Barry, run!
Barry! As your Supreme Leader, I'm warning you to take your hand off the table!
-(GRUNTS -(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
-No tag backs! -(ROARS)
Which leads us to Step 47A, subsection B, 4th appendix.
Now that we've cleared the outer-inner-inner-outer perimeter,
we have to circumvent the inner-inner-inner-outer...
Okay, who can I tag? Who can I tag? Who can I... Bingo!
...posted at the turrets each grew up in different time zones,
so their Circadian sleep rhythms will be all out of sync. Question, sir?
Bathroom break! I need a bathroom break!
(ALL SCREAMING) -Get back here! Slow down!
Okay, New plan. If we want to have any chance of pulling this off,
one of you is going to have to let him tag you.
Uh, sir? What don't you let him tag you?
No! Of course that wouldn't work because as his second in command
I can't be it because...
Well, fine!
You're all a bunch of babies!
(ALL SCREAMING) -Everybody get back here!
Sir, in the interest of the invasion, I have decided to let you tag me.
Thanks, C-Peeps. Tag you...
Yoah! Sorry, sir. I must have tripped. Go ahead.
Peepers!
I don't know what's come over me.
I promise, sir, this time I will remain completely still.
(PEEPER SHRIEKS) Sir, I don't wanna be it!
Peeper, get back here! (ROARS)
(PEEPER SCREAMS)
Food court is a safe zone!
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
Safe zone expired!
WANDER: The floor is hot lava.
(SWORDS CLANG)
(CHUCKLES) Tag.
PEEPERS: Freeze tag.
-(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING) -(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
Oh, no! You accidentally froze Lord Hater in Coldbrrnite!
Yes, "accidentally". And that's exactly what we'll tell him
when we unfreeze him after we break into General McGuffin's fortress.
Finally, I have your undivided attention. So, let's talk about your feelings.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(BIRDS SCREECHING)
Have you ever considered a healthier outlet for your aggression?
You could be a pastry chef.
Eww! No! I've tasted your cooking.
Ooh, or a professional luchador!
El Esqueleto Electrico!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
I don't think I'm getting through to you.
(GASPS) Let's try music therapy.
♪ Oh Wander Over Yonder! ♪
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ When darkness comes a-creepin' And you're feelin' down ♪
♪ Just Wander Over Yonder And turn your life around! ♪
I think I'm cracking through your cold exterior!
(ROARS)
Whoop! Game on!
(SCREAMS) Tag!
The force field generator. Disable that, and our army can descend on the fortress
before General McGuffin even knows we're here.
-(ALARM RINGING) -What the... How?
(SCREAMS) Tag!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, no!
LORD HATER: Tag! Tag! Tag!
What in the Sam Hill is goin' on in here?
Lord Hater's It!
Lord Hater's It?
Tag!
Ahh! Wingmen! Scatter! Scatter!
LORD HATER: Tag!
Oh, yes. This, I can use.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
LORD HATER: Tag!
Tag!
PEEPERS: We did it, sir! We're back on the Top Ten!
(ALL CHEERING)
-What? We did? -Everyone is terrified of being It!
A true villain turns a weakness into a strength.
-We're going all the way to the top! -We are?
We are! Yeah! High-five!
(SCREAMING) No.
(EXPLOSION)
I'm It? I'm It!
I have the power! (LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
(SIGHS) Okay, here's the elaborate, multipart plan
to defeat our new arch nemesis, Ted from Accounting.
-Got your nose! -Give it back!
Sir, you don't have a nose.
Yeah, because Wander stole it! (SCREAMING) Get back here!
(SOBBING)
There, there! It's not gonna be okay.
Now, General McGuffin's base has 32 separate sentry turrets,
surveying 45 degree angles in varying intervals.
After fording the perimeter moat, which is crawling with water wingmen,
we'll hit the infinity minefield, full of self-preparing mines.
I'm not gonna lie. Not all of you are gonna make it back to that one.
I'm looking at you, Pat. This is where it gets tricky,
because everything we've just encountered
is actually a mass hallucination induced by General McGuffin's Psychic Battalion.
We have to confront our innermost fears
in order to defeat them, awake from the dream state,