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Oh, just say your thing already, dude.
I have received a correspondence
of the most consequential nature.
Why's you talking so weird?
Is friend Robin having the concussion?
I've got some important mail.
It's an invitation to the Wayne Manor Regency Ball.
Stop!
This isn't a typical house party.
It's a rich people party.
A sophisticated affair
in a world of wealth, refinement and manners.
Will they have party size potato chips?
No!
More importantly, there are rumors that Bruce Wayne
will finally name an heir to his manor.
It could only go to a true gentleman.
A master of conversation, grace and manners.
Let me guess.
You think you're that true gentleman?
Of course.
Ooh, the ball sounds the romantic.
Yeah, about that.
I think this party is a bit too fancy for your tastes.
But, but, but--
Exactly.
It's always butts with you guys.
Now, promise not to go.
Fine.
We promise not to go.
Good. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I must prepare for the ball.
Presenting the ruler of Atlantis, defender of seas and friend to fish
Arthur Curry, the Aquaman.
And that's why no man is a man without a personal chef.
Presenting Raven, daughter of Trigon the Terrible.
What?
Half man, half machine, all handsome.
Sir Cyborg. Booyah.
The princess who will do the good socializing
and is the fanciest of the schmanciest,
Starfire.
And the illest, chillest, never going to get your Phyllis
nonstop party train this place about to go insane,
super duke, Beast Boy.
This place is amazing.
Alfred will introduce you however you want, yo.
What are you guys doing here?
A super duke goes where he pleases.
Speaking of which,
Alfred, I gots to tinkle.
You know what to do.
Presenting the illest, chillest...
I am going to be the butterfly that is the social.
Just don't embarrass me, okay?
Be cool, have an hors d'oeuvre, watch a pheasant race.
Pheasant race?
I've never seen a pheasant race before.
I've never seen a pheasant.
I could get used to this place.
Yeah, I'll be sure to let you visit.
Or maybe I'll be sure to let you visit.
- What? - I is as gentlemanly as you, fool.
Why can't I be the heir?
You know, I'd look good as a bust.
Fine. A gentleman-off it is.
The first essential gentleman skill is conversation.
A true gentleman entrances a party through words alone.
I'm gonna crush this conversation, yo.
I's a great listener.
Gentlemen don't listen. They're too busy speaking.
Just because a pig has a pen, doesn't mean he can write.
Yo! What was that?
A mildly amusing pun.
One of the tools in the conversational arsenal.
Like stories of being rich or philosophical nonsense.
Philosophical nonsense?
Is the sky blue or is everything else simply not blue?
I thinks I get it.
Washed hands are never cleaneth.
Trees are just tall bushes.
A chair is a table you sit on.
The holiest cheese is Swiss.
Uh, a light switch?
Why's you gotta switch between lights?
Weekends are also week starts.
Don't fish for compliments without bait.
I once met a governor.
Consider yourself gentleman-ed.
You have the shiny trident. And you have the shiny tiara.
Have you considered the dating?
Joy! I have created the love connection.
Oh, so many of the guests look the lonely.
I must do more of the matchmaking.
I believe you two were meant for each other.
Please do not question the heart.
So cool!
Who's the favorite in the next race?
Hmm. Looks like the favorite is Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Ooh, he's fast.
Wait, who's that?
That's Thanksgiving Leftovers.
Aw, it says here she's never won.
And nobody believes in her.
That's so sad.
Raven, we're going to make Thanksgiving Leftovers a champion.
The next gentleman skill... The Dance.
Yo, I's a master dancer.
What the--
What's going on now?
This is Regency Dance.
It's about grace, control...
...and elegance.
Regency dance? Why didn't you say so?
Oh yeah, boy. Check this out.
Consider yourself gentleman-ed, fool.
I believe you two are the lovely couple.
And you two are also the match.
And you the match. The match.
The match. The match. The match. The match.
All right, Thanksgiving Leftovers,
we are gonna get you into shape.
Lift, Thanksgiving Leftovers. Lift!
All right!
Yes, Thanksgiving Leftovers. You're doing it.
- Yeah! - Whoo!
Ooh. Okay, Thanksgiving Leftovers. We believe in you.
No, no, don't look at Pumpkin Gold Hairnet.
Focus.
Pheasants, on your marks.
Ready!
Steady!
- Go! - Yeah!
- Run Thanksgiving Leftovers. - We believe in you! Yeah, awesome!
Woo-hoo!
Yay!
Woo-hoo! Yeah!
Looks like the heir will be decided by their dining etiquette.
Beast Boy, you love salad. You go first.
Okay, I'll just, uh...
Oh, what's the matter?
Can't find the salad fork?
No, no, no. I's a gentleman. I know it's, uh, this one.
- Ha! That's a fish fork. - I meant this one.
Fruit fork.
Fruit don't need no fork.
Dinner fork, soup spoon, butter knife, butter spoon,
nut scoop, ham fork, ham spoon and finally, salad fork.
I did it. I'm the gentlemanliest gentleman.
Go Robin, you're the gentleman.
You're so proper. Gets the manor.
Ooh, ooh.
Dancing on the table, bro? Uh-uh.
Not very gentlemanly.
In fact, one might call it uncouth.
What did you call me?
You heard me. You's uncouth.
That's not a word to use lightly.
I challenge you to a duel.
Oh-ho-ho. I know you did not just slap me
with your baby hand glove.
A duel, good sir,
to end this rivalry once and for all.
I'ma duel on your face, son.
You know the rules of the duel.
Everybody knows the rules to badminton, fool.
Ha! I's got advantage.
Oops. Racket slipped.
You meant to do that, yo.
If I did, there's nothing wrong with a little gamesmanship.
Gamesmanship? I'll show you gamesmanship.
How's that for gamesmanship?
It's on.
I am pleased to announce that Master Wayne has chosen the heir to Wayne Manor.
Finally.
Wayne Manor will be left to Master Wayne's new bride,
champion race pheasant, Thanksgiving Leftovers.
What?
I was the one who matched them.
No!