(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! ♪
(LORD HATER LAUGHS)
♪ 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 ♪
SYLVIA: Eons ago, a beacon of hope shone forth to guard the good
and wipe out the wicked. The might, the myth, the mech
known as Robomechabotatron!
A nearly indestructible suit of armor, created to save the galaxy
from threats no one planet alone could face! Its mission complete,
the Robomechabotatron was entombed on a hidden planet
until the galaxy needed it again.
A cosmic super-weapon!
A crusader for justice. Robomechabotatron!
Sure sells Nifty!
Nifty? We are talking about a legendary robo-suit
that could save the entire galaxy from Dominator!
Sorry, was neato more of the response you were looking for?
(BEEPS)
PEEPERS: Equipped with four unique battle stations,
lunatanium shields, and a laso-matic broad-axe stronger than 23 krampulons!
Oh! I have no idea what any of that means.
It means, with this mech, we can conquer Dominator and the entire galaxy!
I want that Roboshamalamadingdong!
And have it, you shall.
-Behold. The robomechabota... -(CRASHES)
-You? -You!
-Me! -That!
The Robo-mekaleka Mechahimichonga Habbahooba!
ALL: Ooh!
-Dibs! -Nuh-uh! That mecha's ours! And we're not
gonna let you use it to take over the galaxy.
PEEPERS: No way, horse-ay! We're taking down Dominator.
You're just gonna use the mech to give out
-giant hugs or something! -Whoa, whoa, whoa! If we're all saving the
galaxy from Dominator, why don't we drive this thingamajig together?
The four of us working side by side as one big, happy team.
-(ALL FIGHTING) -It's my robobabybuggybumper!
Flab drass it. Locked.
Did you check under the mat?
Wander, this is an ancient class nine ultra-mech warrior.
-They're not gonna hide... -Found it.
(EXPLOSION)
Aw, looks like I got the Robomeenieminiemotron
and you got nada. Sorry!
Just to be clear, I'm being sarcastic. I do not feel bad about this at all.
DOMINATOR (LAUGHING): Run, run, you easily terrified... chicken... things
and... This is weak.
Lord Dominator, sensors have located the four individuals
designated "those idiots." Subjects are
commandeering a decommissioned class nine ultra-mech warrior.
Wait, what? Robomechabotatron! Shut... Up!
Now that's a challenge!
DOMINATOR: Initiate metamorphosis.
All right, bring on the giant robot fight!
PEEPERS: "Congratulations on your purchase of Robomechabotatron."
"For optimal use and care, please read this manual completely before..."
Manual schmanual! Go, Roborowyourboat, go!
LORD HATER: Arm cannon, nice.
Laser axe, sweet!
What's this do?
Oh, yeah.
But wait. It feels like something's missing.
PEEPERS: One step ahead of you, sir.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
LORD HATER: Let's go kick some Dominator butt!
Why aren't we kicking Dominator butt?
Uh, well, there are four control centers. Two arms and two legs, which means...
-(SYLVIA SCREAMING) Open up! -Four pilots.
Forget that! Just gotta use... momentum... to shimmy us... forward! (SCREAMS)
(CRASH)
-Go, Robo-blahblahblah! Go! -Sorry, Hater.
SYLVIA: We got a leg up on you.
Hey, since we're all here, why not drive this doohickey together?
Now is not the time to teach these selfish jerks about teamwork.
SYLVIA: It's time to save the galaxy!
(ALL SCREAMING)
SYLVIA: Go, Robomechabotatron, go!
(CLANKING)
SYLVIA: Huh? The flarfin' door is jammed.
(CLANKING)
-Oh, you gotta be kidding me. -(LORD HATER SCREAMING) Open up!
Sure seems like we could use a hand.
And by hand, I mean a metaphorical helping hand. But also, a literal hand.
Yep, a helpful hand-helping hand
sure would come in handy right now.
I get it. The hands. And no, they can't.
I got this!
(SYLVIA RUNNING, PANTING AND MUTTERING)
(BEEPING)
(CLANKING)
(SYLVIA RUNNING, PANTING AND MUTTERING)
(BEEPING)
(CLANKING)
(SYLVIA RUNNING, PANTING AND MUTTERING)
(BEEPING)
(DOMINATOR HUMMING)
(SIGHS) Where are they?
-Finally! Let's do... Oh, it's you. -Situation report.
Robomechabotatron has not yet arrived.
Oh, really? What tipped you off?
The complete lack of awesome robot fighting?
Get outta my mech face. What is taking those dorks so long?
(PANTING) Maybe if you hold one foot... Wander? Wander?
Mi roboto es su roboto.
Whoa! Wander, are you nuts?
We can't trust these two.
-It's my Robomccrackalackadon! -You're not even saying it right!
(SCREAMING) Stop!
(SIGHS WEARILY)
Come on, guys.
Robomechabotatron...
-That's not how you say it. -...was created to save the galaxy
from threats no one planet could face.
The galaxy is bigger than any one of us, and it needs all of us to save it.
In the spirit of this mighty mech, should we not put aside our petty
differences to work together and save the galaxy?
-If we have to. -Fine.
-Whatevs. -Seems like we're becomin' friends!
Battle stations!
(HEROIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, it's actually working.
That's because there is no "I" in Robomechabotatron. I think.
Door-opening sequence, activate.
-Go, Robo... -...mecha...
-...bota... -...tron!
ALL: Go!
(EXPLOSIONS)
ALL: Dominator?
WANDER: Dominator!
I'm done waiting. Mama wants a robo battle, and Mama wants it now!
-Bring... -...it...
-...on! -Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't know we were
gonna be fighting with this doodad!
What else do you do with a super-charged attack suit?
This who-sama-whats-is could be doing so much more good than harm. Fixing roads,
transporting supplies, giving out giant hugs.
I knew it! Every time!
Um, any day now!
SYLVIA: One second. Look, you're the one who wanted us to team up. So are
-you gonna join us in this... -...sure to be totally epic...
-...robot fight or not? -(WANDER SIGHS)
If that's what the group wants, I won't try to stop you.
The galaxy thanks you, buddy.
ALL: Activate battle mode!
(HEROIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Finally!
-Go, Robo... -...mecha...
-...bota... -What the... ?
-Why did... I wanna use my laser axe! -Wander, what's going on down there?
Sorry. I won't stop ya,
-but I gotta stand for what I believe in. -Hey, we doin' this or what?
Forget it! We don't need him!
LORD HATER: Feel the might of Robomochasaskatchewan!
No, no, no, no, no!
(CRASHES)
(EXPLOSIONS)
Activate escape mode!
(LOUD EXPLOSION)
(WHINING) But my giant robo fight!
(SIGHS) You know what? Fine.
I can still roast those dumb Cluckons with this thing.
In your absence, the Cluckons had enough time to evacuate.
The chickens have flown the coop.
DOMINATOR: Ah! Forget it!
You guys are the worst, and I hate you all!
(BLASTS OFF)
WANDER: Would ya look at that?
Even without a fight, we still rescued Cluckon. See?
Working together saved the day!
All in favor of never working together again?
Aye!
(HIGH-PITCHED) Seems like we're becoming friends.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SYLVIA SCREAMS)
Flab drassin' Dominator! Won't fold right,
Grop-darn map! Destroyin' the entire galaxy! Gah!
She can't be stopped!
She's too powerful!
There's no hope.
Uh, hello?
She can't be stopped.
Too powerful. No hope.
Oh, no!
Gow! Put that thing back in there.
I'm supposed to be the worried one.
If you give up, then we really are saying nope to hope,
and I just can't cope with that,
so suck that back up, mister!
(SIGHS) Oh!
SYLVIA: Gotta find some hope, gotta find some hope. Ha. There!
See. If that flower can blossom amidst the chaos, then there really is hope.
No, no, no, no!
Dominator might destroy every planet from here to eternity,
but she will not destroy this.
SYLVIA: We're gonna do everything we can to save this flower.
Okay, before we begin we need to deduce what species this flower belongs to.
That will allow us to accurately pinpoint
its specific needs while we conduct a full seismological study,
and then we can go forward and find out
what exactly the needs are to reproduce the flower.
No need to overthink this. Plants need water.
(SCREAMING) Stop!
You can't just dump water on it willy-nilly. Too much
and you risk drowning the root system. Too little
and it won't get the nutrients it needs from the soil.
I'll be careful.
Okay, that's too careful.
Ah! What, are you crazy?
Just a little... too much!
Little more. Ah!
More! A little less. Less more!
(EXPLOSION SOUND)
Hey, you know what?
Plants also need sunlight.
-No sun. -No problem!
Let there be light!
(LEGENDARY MUSIC PLAYING)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Plant food.
Plants gotta eat, right?
Hey. Yeah, I just happen to have a pint-size
potluck, perfect for our puckered plant.
(LIVELY PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRIPPING)
(THUDS)
Oh, no! Plant food coma!
(THUDS AGAIN)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
You know we're trying to save your stamen here, right?
(GASPS) Music!
I hear plants love the good vibrations of a positive ditty.
Guess it's worth a shot.
♪ When darkness comes a-creepin' And you're feelin' down ♪
♪ Just accept your sadness And, uh... Who cares? ♪
All right. I got this.
♪ Little Planty, please know that we are here to help you ♪
♪ Oh, little Planty, the hope of the galaxy rests on you, but no pressure ♪
♪ Doo-da-doo-doo doo ♪
That bad, huh?
No I really appreciate the effort Syl. And I don't mean to be so teary and dreary.
I just have to accept that nothing in the world can save little Planty.
(GASPS) Nothing on this world.
(BIRDS SCREECHING)
This place is great!
(ENCHANTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH BLOWING)
(SCREAMING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-Wander... -Quicksand! Nature's devious trap.
(SCREAMING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
A greenhouse! A controlled environment,
a friendly caretaker.
This is for the best.
(CRASHES)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
Why is it so hard to find a place with a mild climate, slightly acidic soil,
-and absolutely no grop darn giant bees? -(SIGHS WEARILY)
Mild climate, slightly acidic soil, free of giant bees.
-Gentle breezes out of the northeast. -(GROANS) That'd be the icing on the cake,
but... it's okay, Syl. I'll be fine.
I just have to accept that Planty's, a doomed bloom.
An ephemeral perennial. A sprout that must drop out.
A plant, who simply can't.
(WANDER GASPS)
This place is perfect!
-(ENCHANTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
We did it! We saved the flower!
Maybe there's hope after all.
Oh, that's so sweet.
(LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY)
Planet K-129CX
is ready for domination.
Change of plans. Set destination coordinates for some soul-crushin' fun!
No, no, no. Is it a giant bee?
Just the biggest "b" in the galaxy.
BOTH: Dominator!
Dominator, you can destroy planets,
you can destroy the galaxy...
But as long as we're standing, you'll never destroy this flower.
Wow. I...had no idea what hokey saps you were!
"Blah blah blah. As long as I'm standing..."
I can't believe you actually said that out loud. For that, I'm taking you all down.
(EXPLOSION)
(GUNSHOTS)
(THUDS)
(EXPLOSION)
Give it!
Give it back!
You know, when you utterly demolish planet after planet
it's easy to lose sight of the little things that
you are also demolishing in the process.
The birds singing, this stupid flower. Any hope of your survival
all crumbling within my cold, fiery grasp.
You gotta love what you do, am I right?
Oh, wow.
Is this seriously really sad for both of you?
Hold up.
Alright, enough fun. Say goodbye... Wander and, uh, the Zbornak.
I, uh, wanna say Sybil?
Ah, who cares? You're both doomed.
(SNEEZES)
Gesundheit.
(SNEEZES)
Gesundheit again.
(SNEEZING CONTINUES)
Get them! (SNEEZES)
-Did not compute. -(SNEEZING) This isn't over! I'll get...
(SCREAMING AND SNEEZING)
(LAUGHING) Dominator isn't unstoppable.
She can be defeated.
Sure, hay fever really isn't an effective long-term plan for thwarting
a maniacalevil villain, but it's something.
See, Wander, there's always hope!
(SOBBING) No, it's too late.
-No! I can... bring it... back! -Sylvia.
I think I feel a pulse.
-Sylvia. -I won't fail you, Wander.
No!
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Sylvia,
you tried your hardest to save this flower.
And it decided to return the favor by saving us.
-It's not bad to be sad. -But I can't have you sad or,
everything's hopeless.
Just because I'm sad doesn't mean I've given up hope.
-You haven't? -Nope.
(ENCHANTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Wander, I promise, we'll stop Dominator
and we'll figure out a way to restore this galaxy.
-Ya think? -I sure hope so.
(SNEEZING)
(SNEEZING) Bots! After them! Will you get...
(GROANS)