[bird crowing]
[cat meowing, mouse squeaking]
[elephant trumpeting, lion roaring]
♪ Go! ♪
[opening theme playing]
♪ T-E-E-N ♪
♪ T-I-T-A-N-S ♪
♪ Teen Titans, let's go ♪
♪ Teen Titans, go♪
[horns honking]
Man, I love this car!
The seats are so nice
-and squeaky! -[squeaking sounds]
The engine is so nice and revvy.
[engine revving]
The windshield is nice and shiny.
And once we fill it with wiper fluid,
It'll sha-kling even louder.
Sha-kling!
Like that.
[wheels squeaking]
[hissing]
Wait a minute. Cyborg!
Do... Don't you think
you should feed the meter?
We're gonna be right back!
It'll be fine!
[bell chimes]
[gasps]
This is not fine.
They are taking my baby away!
[screams] Why?
Whoa. According to this,
you owe this city $5000
in unpaid parking tickets.
Uh-oh, and if you don't pay up
they are going to auction off the T-Car!
Oh, man.
I gotta come up with five Gs
to save my car?
I don't have that kind of money.
[crying]
[squeaks]
[continues crying]
Cheer up, Cyborg.
I know how you can come up with the cash.
You do?
-You're gonna ask Bruce Wayne for it? -Nope.
-Apply for a part-time job. -Nuh-uh.
Sell some old things at a yard sale?
No! I've got a much more
practical idea in mind.
[upbeat music playing]
Winning a golf tournament?
That's right.
If movies have taught me anything
it's that winning a golf tournament
is the solution to all of life's money problems.
But I don't wanna enter some boring tournament.
Well, you're in luck, because this is no ordinary tournament.
This is the DC Invitational.
An annual event where heroes and villains compete
for the greatest prize in the DC Universe:
a giant novelty check for 5000 bucks.
[cash register dings]
That money would help me save the T-Car.
But I don't know anything about golf.
Except how to drive those sweet little golf carts.
That's okay.
Because I am an amazing golfer.
And I'll be your caddie.
You're gonna drive a taxi?
No, not a cabbie. A caddie.
It's someone who carries your bag and coaches you on how to play.
You really think you can coach me to win?
[laughs] Of course, I can!
Not only am I an amazing golfer,
but I'm even better at bossing people around.
[captivating instrumental music playing]
Okay, Cyborg.
If you are going to become a great golfer, first,
you have to look like one.
So put these on.
Oh, man. I look ridiculous.
You look like a golfer.
Well I feel like an accountant.
Great. Time to learn about the clubs.
Now, what would you like to start with?
-The sand wedge? -Yeah, man.
I love a club sandwich.
No, sand wedge.
Or, how about this one, the chipper.
Ooh, chips.
Does it come with dip?
[screaming] I'm not talking about food!
I'm talking about these.
Ow!
Why did you do that for?
To get you to focus.
I am trying.
But all this club talk is making me hungry.
Then let's move on to the rules.
Now, each player starts from the tee, with the goal of making it to the pin,
with the least amount of strokes possible.
A stroke, is to find--
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You hit the ball and try
and get it into the hole. I got it.
Well, there's much more to it than that.
First, you have to get a feel for the course.
Become one with it.
I recommend tasting the morning dew, like so.
[slurping]
Is that really necessary?
I mean, you wanna win, don't you?
Yeah.
Then get down there and taste that dew.
[both slurping]
Alert the groundskeeper, Mallah.
It appears this course
has a pest problem. [laughs]
Go ahead, laugh it up now, Brain.
Because you won't be laughing after we win this tournament.
And what makes you think you can defeat me, the reigning champ?
'Cause we are on a mission to save our car.
Oh, yes. I heard about that.
Which is why when I win,
I'm going to use the money to buy your car,
and melt it down into my own personal toilet,
with a built in bidet.
You wouldn't dare.
Whoa, easy there, Cyborg.
You can't fight him here.
You are going to have to settle this on the green.
I would say let the best player win.
But we already know that's me.
[beeps]
[trumpets bellowing]
[hip-hop instrumental music playing]
[cart reversing]
See you at the tee, Titans!
Whoa.
That cart is sick!
Please tell me we get to drive one of those.
Mm-hmm, no, no. I have got something better in mind.
We are going to travel like golf legends by walking the course.
[Cyborg] But the first hole is over a mile away.
Well then, we better get started.
[groaning]
Okay, Cyborg. This first hole is a 300 yard par four.
So hit the ball with all your might,
and make sure to follow through with your swing.
[lively piano music playing]
[gasps]
[giggles]
Nice shot!
Or should I say, nice shank.
Now, step aside,
and let the champ show you how it's done.
[rock music playing]
Oh, I can smell my toilet car already.
[laughs wickedly]
[Robin] Well, the good news is your ball didn't go into the water.
[croaks]
But, the bad news is, you're gonna have hit it off
-Killer Croc. -[croaks]
Man, forget that. Can I get a do over?
Ooh, sorry.
There are no do overs in golf.
You have to play it where it lies.
Look, I know you're nervous but, golf is a mental game.
Which means, you need to play with your head,
and not your emotions.
Fine, I guess I'll give it a try.
Be careful, Cyborg.
[Robin] Easy.
-Easy. -[croaks]
[suspenseful music playing]
Whoo! I did it.
-[Killer Croc groans] -See?
That wasn't so bad.
-[growling] -Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This club isn't mine.
-[growling] -Ah!
[screaming]
-[growling] -Ah!
Great, now what?
[Robin screaming]
Will you quit loafing around, dude?
Try using a nine iron to free yourself from this sand trap.
Fool.
That isn't a sand trap.
That's Catwoman's litter box.
[hisses]
Ugh.
Okay, Cyborg.
-You're up. -Here we go.
Ah, so close.
There it is.
Boo-yeah!
I'm a natural, baby.
[giggling nervously]
-[Robin grunting] Ow! -[Catwoman meowing]
[upbeat instrumental rock music playing]
[screeching]
[both grunting]
[upbeat instrumental rock music continues playing]
[bell dings]
It all comes down to this, Cyborg.
If you can sink this shot, you'll win the prize money.
Oh, man.
I don't think I can make it.
Yes, you can.
Remember, golf is a mental game.
You just have to use your head.
Use my head...
I can do that!
[cheering] Ha, ha!
[gasps]
Oh, no, you don't.
[laughs]
[giggles]
Whoo! All right!
Boo-yeah!
Yeah! All right. [giggles]
Ho-ho!
[grunting]
No!
You did it, Cyborg.
Whoo!
-Yes! -Awesome!
[cheering]
-I can't believe it! -Cyborg!
-Nice job man! -[cheering]
I can't believe this whole golf thing worked.
Now let's go get the T-Car.
Forget it, Titans.
-That car is mine. -[beeps]
[dramatic music playing]
Now hand over the check.
No way, dude.
Then you shall be destroyed.
Quick, chip away at it with your chipper.
You shall pay for that.
Now smash it with your driver.
[grunting] Ha!
Oh!
[groans]
That check belongs to me!
You want it so badly,
you can have it.
[echoing] Fore!
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, no, Cyborg.
Your check is ruined.
Now we won't be able to get the T-Car back.
That's okay. The brain can have the T-Car,
'cause I'm taking this.
Pop in. I wanna play another round before the sun sets.
I love this game!
Whoo-hoo!