(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! ♪
SYLVIA: Once every 30 cycles,
when the full moon shines, the mighty High Gnee Council grants
one lucky outsider's request for wisdom
that will help them overcome even the greatest obstacle.
(WANDER GIGGLES)
-What? -You said heinie. (GIGGLES)
Wander, please! Dominator's the most serious threat we've ever faced,
and she's got a really good chance of destroying the entire galaxy
and everything we love, and everyone we love and... and...
-and the High Gnees are... -(WANDER GIGGLES)
Listen, I know I'm being a wet blanket, but we cannot afford to blow this.
-The high... -(WANDER LAUGHS)
These guys are very serious, and very uptight.
They place the utmost importance on manners and protocol,
and this is not the time for jokes.
WANDER: Oh, come on, Syl. Loosen up.
The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles.
Not today, they don't.
If we offend the High Gnees in any way, such as laughing at their name,
we lose our shot at learning the secret that could stop Dominator. Understand?
(GIGGLES) Okay. (EXHALES) I promise to put all my power into
polite pleasantries, precise protocol, and perfect posture.
SYLVIA (SIGHS): Thanks, buddy.
(GONG BELL RINGS)
BUTLER: State your name and business!
Salutations, kind sir. We, Sylvia and Wander...
BUTLER: Louder!
have come to humbly request an audience
with the esteemed High Gnee council.
(WANDER GIGGLES)
SYLVIA: Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
Ahem. A most gracious thank you, sir.
We desperate, needy travelers would be most humbled
if you would see fit to open your doors to ones as lowly as we.
Bow, bow, curtsy, step left, step right, squat and
curtsy, curtsy, kick, kick, kick.
BUTLER: Well done.
-I am the butler. -(MUFFLED LAUGH)
Please follow me to the hind quarters.
No way.
Wander, you've got to keep it together.
Okay, so his head looks like a giant...
But, but, but, but, but...
No buts. The fate of the galaxy is at stake,
so no more cracks.
(WANDER CHUCKLES)
BUTLER: What was that?
SYLVIA: Nothing. Nothing at all, sir.
Okay, okay, okay. Time to get serious. Serious. SERIOUS.
BUTLER: You two, don't fall behind.
(MUFFLED LAUGH)
And don't forget to wipe... your feet.
This shall indeed be a long night.
(MUFFLED LAUGH)
BUTLER: Please wait here until you are summoned
to move into the bowels of the temple.
SYLVIA: Okay, Wander, we need to get our presentation perfect
if we're gonna impress these guys. Bow, bow, curtsy, step left...
Pssst! Hey!
How are you keeping a straight face?
GUEST: I beg your pardon?
Come on. Don't tell me you don't think that their heads look like giant...
(CRASHES)
BUTLER: I'm sorry, but, is there a problem?
No, sir butler of the esteemed High Gnee council.
My companion is, uh, hungry. May I?
BUTLER: Please! We Gnees like big buffets,
so feel free to take a big, juicy bite of our
Rump Roast!
Pressed ham!
Hot buttered buns!
Moon Cakes!
Roasted halibut!
Sparkling blopberry fizz.
Bottomless, of course.
And last but not least,
our galaxy famous
Pu-Pu Platter!
A thousand pardons, sir butler of the High Gnee council.
We must go do that thing with the thing real quick.
(WANDER GUFFAWING)
WANDER: Pu-pu platter?! (GASPING)
Okay! (GASPING)
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
Pressed ham!
Buttered buns!
(RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
Oh! (GASPING)
Ah, bums!
BUTLER: Excuse me!
Did I hear someone laughing?
(GUEST COUGHS)
BUTLER: You!
Is there something funny you'd care to share with us?
GUEST: Me? No, no, no, no, no, no way!
Why, I'd never even dream of laughing at such a solemn occasion,
sir butler, who looks not even a little funny.
BUTLER: Guards! Out with him!
Don't kick me out.
I'm way more worthy than any of these bottom feeders. Please!
BUTLER: I can't stand brown-nosing.
(WANDER GUFFAWING)
(GONG BELL RINGS)
SYLVIA: This is it.
Just keep your cool.
Maybe try thinking sad thoughts.
An old man dropping an ice cream cone. Acid rain at Hater's wedding. Mondays.
GLUTEUS: Greetings, solicitors.
I am Gluteus, the High Gnee council's number two.
A bee with a pollen allergy. A dog waiting for his master to get home, only to
discover he's been sucked into a black hole never to return.
GLUTEUS: In a matter of moments, I shall lead you into the rear of the temple,
where you will make your requests. We apologize for the delay.
But the Council has been terribly backed up.
They've been stuck on their thrones all day, and they're positively pooped.
SYLVIA: Baby with a broken rattle, baby with a broken rattle. Wander!
I'm sorry, Syl. I'm really trying hard,
but these giggles have got a hold on me, and they won't let go. (GIGGLES)
Wow. I am so, so, so unbelievably disappointed in you, Wander.
We finally got a shot at stopping Dominator, and you're about to blow it.
Sylvia, do you really think that the High Gnees (SNICKERS)
are that uptight and serious?
BINGLEBOP (CRYING): I don't understand. We did everything perfectly.
Heel toe, heel toe, dip, turn, turn.
We're doomed.
Wow, you're right.
If we don't get the help of the High Gnees,
then Dominator's gonna destroy the galaxy, and there is nothing funny about that.
Really? You mean it?
You're not gonna go in there and laugh your bum off? And totally disappoint me?
You're behind me all the way.
I can trust you to stay serious until the very end.
No buts about it.
From the bottom of your heart.
GLUTEUS: The High Gnee council will now see Wander and Sylvia.
I present to you the High Gnee council.
Bow in the presence of the mighty Rear Admiral Keister von Derrière,
Grand Vizier Buh'oo Tay,
Shakaya Rump the money maker,
The twins, Badonk and Adonk,
and last but not least, Princess Buttforaface.
KEISTER: You may now present your plea for aid.
(MERRY MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLAPPING)
SYLVIA (CLEARS THROAT): Thank you. Thank you. Thank you upon thank you's.
Oh, magnificent...
KEISTER: Pardon me. I am quite stopped up. (BURPS)
(LOUD RUMBLING FART)
(PRESSURE BUILDING)
(SYLVIA BURSTS OUT LAUGHING)
Oh man, I can't! Rump Roast!
(LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY)
And... and... and... (LAUGHING)
(EVERYONE LAUGHING)
KEISTER: It's about time. Someone finally passed the test.
-(LAUGHING CONTINUES) -Test?
KEISTER: Do you really think a bunch of people with heads like ours
would call themselves the High Gnees?
What does that even mean?
The looks on your faces are just priceless.
WANDER (CHUCKLES): Buns!
Hold it. You did this for what reason exactly?
KEISTER: Anyone who doesn't laugh is either lying or not paying attention.
We are sick and tired of people kissing our...
(LAUGHING) faces just to get a favor.
You're the first honest people we've met in years.
GLUTEUS: Can you imagine someone named Gluteus?
(LAUGHTER)
My real name's Todd!
-(MORE LAUGHTER) -Todd.
KEISTER: To help you overcome even the greatest obstacle,
we offer you this piece of wisdom.
Lighten up!
The darkest times call for the sunniest of smiles.
Wow. Thank you.
It has been a long time since I've really laughed my...
Sylvia, that's just crude.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I get that space is quiet and all, but this place's giving me the willies.
Euhh! (TIPTOEING)
No, this place is amazing!
Just think of the stories of this old, tiny orbble station can tell.
I'd rather you focus on the present and help us get out of here.
(SIGHS) We're totally out of orbble juice
I'll go pay, you fuel up.
The Wright Place. Orbble and Wilmur Wright Proprietors.
Traverse the universe one step at a time! (DINGS)
Wow. That's took no time at all, huh?
Well, Orbble, Wilmur, thanks for 'fueling' the adventure, friends.
SYLVIA: Weird. Nobody here.
I left a few credits on the counter.
Come on, pal. Let's ditch this ghost town.
Bye, Wright Place! Wish I knew you when!
Ah, forget that place. We got lots of other things to see.
Supernovas, astral-rings, a galactical conjunction...
A GALACTICAL CONJUNCTION?!
That shouldn't be happening again for another thousand years!
Whoa, Syl, look! There's Lord Hater!
SYLVIA: And Emperor Awesome?
AND ME!
WANDER: Lord Hater, is that you?
No me, it's me! Hi, me!
(REWINDING)
-Wander... -Hold on, things just got interesting!
I even packed a picnic!
Did you get Time Orbbles?
Did I? There are two pumps, not clearly labelled I might add.
It's possible that I may have.
This is the past? Cause we're coming up to my favorite part!
(WANDER GRUNTS)
I'm gonna help me pass out sandwiches!
(CRASHING)
You can't just go over there and help yourself!
With time orbbles, there are paradoxes, time shifts and
that stupid butterfly effect!
Ooh, butterflies.
Seriously, if we change something in our past, it could affect the future,
which is our present, and the future... Oh, I hate time travel.
We just have to get back to the right place, at the right time.
To the exact moment we left and get regular old orbble orbbles.
WANDER: Stop! We're here!
-At the Wright place? -Yeah!
(LORD HATER SINGING)
♪ Do you like leisurely strolls in the park? 'Cause I do! ♪
♪ Cat person or dog person? I know it's tough deciding ♪
♪ Think of the pair we could be if you'd dare ♪
This is the big ol' number Hater and I did
while you are off helping Peepers freeze the ship!
(GASPS) Look at Hater's two-step.
He's come such a long way!
♪ Seems like a pretty good start ♪
Look, buddy, I know you're having fun reminiscing,
but we can't just waste our time watching past episodes!
Of our lives!
It could be dangerous. And boring.
We only have enough juice for a few more orbbles.
When our time runs out, our time runs out and we'll be stuck wherever we are.
So can you please just work with me on this
Okay, Well, this event just happened, so we can't be far
from the orbble station. Just a bit further forward...
WANDER: Further forward. Got it!
SYLVIA: What? Slow down! Stop!
-Where are we? -When are we?
(CREATURE GROWLING)
(CREATURE ROARING)
We have to save Lord Hater!
Wander, this must be the future!
We can't interfere now.
We'll have to save him later when the time comes!
But the time is now!
Not yet. It's not.
We'll make a note of this moment and come back when the time is right.
Okay, buddy, we just got to get back.
Got to get back.
Back to the past!
Wander! No!
Okay, I don't have much to go on.
Just my gut, a sneaking suspicion, and a quick eye for detail,
but I think we right... about...
here!
Uh, Wander?
MAJOR THREAT: You're too late, Admiral Admirable!
ADMIRAL ADMIRABLE: FYI, I knew about this pyramid before it became a thing...
Another galactic conjunction?
This can't be the future, can it?
Nope. This is the past.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, far away
adjacent to the one we're in now or then.
-Oh, sorry. I'm really confused. -Ahh, time travel.
Look!
WANDER: Major Threat, is that you?
Wander, is that you?
WANDER: It's me, Tumbleweed!
Are you here to watch the planets align, too?
Look! I even packed a picnic!
-Tumbleweed? -Folks in this galaxy call me tumbleweed.
-Who am I to say what's what -You are a man of mystery, my friend.
Your remember me, right?
Tumbleweed! I travel the galaxy,
I'm about this tall, wear a hat,
and sometimes, I make this face.
You do this a lot, don't you?
Whatever it takes to find the good and the bad.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not here.
What's wrong? When are we?
SYLVIA: Back off, Killbot 85! This is my bounty!
(ROBOTIC LASERS SHOOTING)
Aaaaaaah!
(KICKING)
(MACHINE MALFUNCTIONING)
(BLAST)
(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC)
Never hurts to help. Yourself.
(GASPING)
Come on, you wandering weirdo.
Wander! Huh!
I like the sound of that.
What's wrong, Syl? I knew you were a bad guy... I was there!
Yeah, but I'd rather forget it.
I've come a long way since then.
I don't want to live in the past.
I just want to keep moving forward.
Oh no! Our last orbble!
If we don't get back to the orbble station...
Then we're stuck wherever and whenever the orbble pops!
Let's do this! No time to lose!
(TENSE MUSIC)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(POP)
WANDER: The end of time! Too far!
The beginning of time! Too far!
Stop! We're here! The station!
ORBBLE: Hello, weary travelers!
I'm Orbble, and this is my brother Wilmur,
and you are at the Wright place!
WILMUR: Yup!
At the wrong time.
ORBBLE: Say, friends, can we tempt you with our brand new invention?
The orbble transporter! Traverse the universe one step at a time!
Orbbles! Perfect! We'll take some time orbbles!
So we can return to the present.
Hmm, time orbbles?
Never heard of those, eh, Wilmur?
Nope.
Sounds like a bang up idea, though.
Yep.
We'll get to work on them straight away.
-Really? -Yep.
Should have it figured out in about five...
-Nope. -Fifty years.
Yep.
We're stuck here.
We're not stuck! We can travel the galaxy
like we always do! We'll just be ahead of the trends!
We can't.
Because the paradox of the space time continuum...
butterflies... we have to stay put.
Gah, time travel!
Sylvia, this is all my fault.
I was so caught up in living in the past that I ruined our future!
You didn't, buddy.
You know what would ruin our future?
Feeling sorry for ourselves and not living in the present.
Hey fellas! How about we run the station
while you hurry up and focus on those time orbbles?
Fifty years are going to fly right by.
(TUNE PLAYING)
Wander! Today's the day!
(TUNE PLAYING)
WANDER: Today's the day!
Hurry Wander!
I'm going as fast as I can!
(CREAKING) Eh, eh, eh, eh
(TENSE MUSIC)
I get that space is quiet and all, but this place's giving me the willies.
Euhh! (TIPTOEING)
No, this place is amazing!
Just think of the stories of this old, tiny orbble station can tell.
I'd rather you focus on the present and help us get out of here.
(SIGHS) We're totally out of orbble juice
I'll go pay, you fuel up.
Out of order? Huh!
Time orbbles! Whoo, close call.
(DING)
Ahh, we did it, Syl old girl.
They bought regular old orbble orbbles.
We closed the time loop, so none of this ever happened.
Sorry. We had to waste our time waiting here.
Not a waste of time if I got to spend it with you, pal.
I almost bought time orbbles. Can you believe it?
Ugh. That could've turned into a whole thing.
-How long are we gonna... -Shh, this is my favorite part.