TICK: All good things must come to an end.
All bad things, too.
Some are good ends. Some are bad ends.
Some are split ends.
Which is to say they embody attributes both good and bad.
NEWSCASTER : The V-L-M shows no sign of slowing
as the military prepares a desperate last stand.
Authorities are urging everyone to please get off the streets
and take immediate shelter.
There's no time for evacuation.
-If you can hear this broadcast...
...please, this city needs you.
MAN: ...into position.
TICK: Yes, everything ends.
And we all know it.
That's what makes things so special to begin with.
That's right, Bob's Big Boy!
No piggies go to this market!
TICK: Now, heroes,
they like their ends to have the epic sweep of legend.
ARTHUR: Oh, oh, whoa...
TICK: So it's in their very nature
to want them to finish with a big shebang.
ARTHUR: I have something here
that should shrink you back to normal size.
Or blow both of us up.
But either way, we'll be saving Superian's life.
So, wish us luck!
ARTHUR: Oh, uh...
It's a...
it's a countdown situation.
I'm sorry about that.
They didn't tell me.
Uh...
So, is this your first time visiting the city?
SUPERIAN: Albert!
ARTHUR: What?
ARTHUR: What are you doing here?!
Relax, kid, I'm saving your life.
What?
♪ ♪
NEWS ANCHOR : Again, the V-L-M has stopped suddenly
at the city's edge.
He seems to be distracted at the moment
by local heroes The Tick and his partner Mothman.
What does Arthur think they're doing?
OVERKILL: We need to get to Brown Tingle.
What?
Hey.
-I'm dead.
-I know, you must feel like shit after that. -No.
I went into cardiac arrest eight minutes ago.
-I'm deceased. -Come on...
NEWS ANCHOR: The mayor's office has put out a statement...
But how are you talking?
Superior training, indomitable will.
You really don't have a pulse.
Just adrenaline and rage keeping me going.
Also, military-grade Adderall.
Listen, The Terror's new lair, it's in the BTC building.
-Okay. -We have to get...
What?
Oh, God.
Once again, we can confirm Superian has arrived,
and appears to be taking matters in hand.
There's that extraterrestrial enema bag.
Bring me my remote trigger.
Get the cameras ready.
As soon as I detonate the V-L-M,
and obliterate Superian,
we go live with the gloat.
Still no sign Arthur has moved away from the V-L-M,
though it seems clear Superian is taking command.
Oh, Arthur.
ARTHUR: Superian, please listen to me.
You need to get out of here now!
SUPERIAN: No, you need to get out of here.
I have work to do.
I have to stop the M&M.
That's it, Superian. Get right up in that monster's puss.
If you don't leave, you're gonna die, in... three seconds.
You're funny.
I didn't push it.
I was about to push the button, and then...
What the hell was that?
NEWS ANCHOR: ...where a giant explosion has lit up the sky.
I hope that's the right kind of explosion.
NEWS ANCHOR: No sign yet of Superian
or of Tick and Arthur.
TICK: Destiny.
I've only ever wanted to do what you ask of me,
and I know that's the right way.
But now, I'm asking:
please.
Ha!
NEWS ANCHOR: The V-L-M seems to be shrinking in size rapidly.
They're going off script!
TICK : Arthur!
You're alive!
-You've prevailed.
You're a prevailer.
-You saved the day! -I can't hear you,
it was really loud up there!
Ha! Yeah, I bet.
And sparkly.
You're welcome?!
Look! Superian made it, too.
-Superian!
Whoa!
-Superian! You did it!
-The V-L-M has been completely neutralized.
-Oh.
Yeah, just, uh...
Just a little Bismuth hangover, that's all.
Okay.
How's everybody doing
No
Hey, party bus.
What... uh...
TICK: Oh, hey! Look at you.
The right size and everything.
Those nice people over there will pant you up.
-All right. Off you go, sailor.
Yeah-- okay.
-There he is!
-Cover him up! -Oh!
-Yeah, I'm starting to hear now.
A little bit. Hey, Tick, come on.
We should get out of here before... ah!
Oh, we're way past "ah," chum.
No, I think my sister's trying to call. She must be worried.
: Arthur, you there?
Dot? Hey, uh, i-it's fine.
I'm Everything's okay.
Yeah, I know, I heard it on the radio.
Listen, Overkill and I know where The Terror's hiding.
Wait, I'm sorry. Why are you with Overkill?
We just had a fight with Miss Lint in the Pyramid.
: Well, it was more of an infiltration, really.
Infiltration? What are the two of you doing infiltrating?
DOT: Look, Arthur,
it turns out I infiltrate, all right?
-That's just something that I do.
Arthur, focus.
The Terror's hideout is the Brown Tingle building.
B
The cola company
We got it straight from Miss Lint.
And now that his plan has been outed,
he's probably not gonna stick around there very long, so...
Okay, okay, just stay there.
We'll-we'll be over in a minute and-and no infiltration.
Arthur... shut up.
Yes, thank you. I'm so thirsty.
Never told you two poor dumbasses
what the secret ingredient is, did I?
Uh, Garrett's dead, sir.
You killed him at this morning's meeting.
Been putting it in BTC since the very beginning.
One drop per bottle.
You've been poisoning it.
I've been peeing in it.
Good one, sir.
Yeah.
What is it, nap time?
Oh, hey, where you been?
Transmitting your signal,
bringing your big, naked man to the table.
What the hell is going on out there?
My button didn't work.
The whole plan's falling apart.
That little Everest prick must've found the scientist.
The V-L-M didn't even blow up.
He shrunk.
And I never get to make my announcement.
Well, okay. What do we do?
Hmm?
Next. What do we do next?
I got an idea.
Let's go find Overkill and try to get him to off me.
What?
Of course I've been spying on you.
You haven't been yourself since you came back, Lint.
You're moody, got a weird look in that eye of yours.
Like all of a sudden, this isn't good enough, is it?
I thought that if I got back into it, I don't know,
-that it would be like it was. -It is like it was.
I used to think that you had an actual vision,
but then all of this, all of this music of the spheres crap.
-Ugh. -And can you not see that it's crazy?
None of it makes any sense.
It's all just whatever comes into your head next.
Makes perfect sense.
Did it never occur to you that we could, you know, steal.
That we could rob a diamond exchange, a museum, a mint,
things that actually turn a profit!
How about you remember your place, Janet?!
How about I make myself a new one?
Ooh, that's the spirit.
My bracelets!
Your bracelets?
Or mine?
All right, new plan.
Everest wants to play. Good.
I want to go punch him in his mother's face!
Let's go do that.
All right.
Let's go make some mayhem.
: Arthur, it's Dangerboat.
Overkill told me what you did.
You are so brave.
ARTHUR : Uh, thanks, but I can't really talk.
We're heading over to the BTC building now.
DANGERBOAT: That's why I'm calling.
: The Terror has launched his T-Ship.
He knows we beat him.
He's coming after us.
DANGERBOAT: My scanners indicate
if he maintains his current course,
he will intersect with The Flag Five memorial celebration.
The memorial.
Mom!
: I got to go.
DANGERBOAT: Arthur, be careful.
-I love you.
So, these were always under your control.
You are a loose cannon full of lightning, Lint.
Of course I'm gonna slap some cuffs on that circus.
Now, shut up.
I'm trying to get in the mood.
I know what he's been doing, Walter.
I've known it ever since I saw them save the bus on the news.
And you're okay with that?
No, I wanted him to have a normal life
for himself and so far, it's been a disaster.
I think that's the reason
Arthur is such a failure at normal life.
He's supposed to have a special one.
-Arthur is special.
I know that sound.
Lady Justice.
ARTHUR: Come on, Tick, this way.
-JOAN: Walter. -WALTER: Joan, I'm here.
Tick, they got my mom.
Mother-napper.
Can you take down that ship?
All over it, chum.
What the hell was that?!
Evasive maneuvers!
We've got a gremlin on our wing.
No, Terror, you've got a Tick.
JOAN: Walter.
Walter!
Walter, hang on!
What happened?
I... thought you did this.
Maybe they turned on each other, huh?
-Mom! Mom.
Oh, God.
Arthur.
I'm so proud of you.
Yeah, Mom, I'm just, I'm trying to be cool here.
-Oh. Do like the outfit. -Okay, Mom.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Cutting through your armor like it's a piecrust!
Now you see what it's like with these people!
Shut up!
Shake him. Shake him like a baby.
TICK: Come on, ship.
Get down with your bad self.
Keep up the good work. Uh, I'll be right back.
I think I left something in the escape pod.
Janet. Janet?
Come on, open the door.
The pod is clearly a two-seater.
Lint! Lint!
You...
All right.
Got to admit, she got me good there.
This crater is brought to you by the letter "T."
Okay, everyone, let's get back off the street now.
-ARTHUR: Hey!
Look out!
♪ ♪
MAN: Oh, God!
ARTHUR: Tick?
Look at you. All heroed up.
Proud of yourself, you little cup of piss?
You ruined my tune.
You've ruined my life.
Your life's a joke, dumbass.
You think this is a meaningful existence we're living in
This dumpster fire?
This is a musical comedy.
And I...
am the only one making it rhyme.
You didn't mean to do any of this.
You didn't mean to kill my father
and turn me into what I am now.
No, that was destiny.
You're just a sad, demented, evil old man,
and everyone can see it.
I can see it, too.
You have nothing to hide behind now, Terror.
You got nothing.
Hmm.
I was wrong. He's got a gun.
TICK: That's something.
Tick!
But your bullets won't pierce
his valiant heart, The Terror.
Oh, but the face.
Chum, he knows your weakness!
Not in the face, not in the face, not in the face,
not in the face.
You can kill me, but it doesn't matter.
We've already won.
Superian's alive, and he knows that you're alive, too.
If you pull that trigger, Terror...
I will hurt you.
-TICK: Your plans
for world domination are dashed.
Half-wits. I'm not trying to take over the world.
I'm trying to take it back.
Whoa. Cool entrance, Superian.
SUPERIAN: I'll take it from here, fellas.
Thanks for the assist, Arthur.
TICK: I'd say you did a little more than "assist," chum.
Well, it's okay, Tick. I did exactly what I set out to do:
expose The Terror's existence
and hand him over to the proper authorities.
Oh, you did a little more than that, chum.
-WOMAN: Oh, honey. -GIRL: Daddy. -MAN: I'm good.
♪ Then, before my eyes... ♪
-GIRL: I was so scared. -MAN: Yeah.
♪ I beheld it there, a city on a hill ♪
♪ I complete my tasks one by one ♪
♪ I remove my masks when I am done ♪
♪ One fine day ♪
♪ One fine day... ♪
All right. Nice day. You're welcome.
Oh, it's my pleasure, really.
Oh, my...
All right, let's just grab one here.
So, what's bothering you now?
Nothing.
Hands up! Good.
OVERKILL: Just wanted it to be me
who brought down The Terror.
I was robbed of my vengeance.
Well, he's not dead yet.
Whatever cell they put him in, I'm sure there's every chance
he'll find a way to escape.
You're just saying that to make me feel better.
-Thanks. -SUPERIAN: Oh, my gosh,
yes, it's me. All right. You good?
MAN: Here, wait up, man!
MAN 2: Here, let me get a picture, man.
"It's not for honor or glory that The Flag Five fight,
"but for freedom alone,
"which no good man, woman or canine surrenders
except with his, her or its life."
Powerful, powerful words, I'm assuming.
Enough to be engraved in stone, anyway.
MIDNIGHT: It's plagiarized.
Whoa, Midnight, my favorite author.
How goes your search for self, my blue friend?
Well, it's still going. I found out I'm not a robot.
Oh, nice.
What were you saying about the inscription being plagiarized?
MIDNIGHT: Uncle Samson got it
from a 14th-century Scottish baron.
He wasn't the most eloquent man, Samson.
But it's a reminder that superheroes are imperfect beings
just like everyone else.
You're Arthur, Overkill's friend.
The one who wouldn't shut up about The Terror.
Uh, yeah, that's right.
Way to go, son. Shake.
Oh. Uh, okay. Thanks.
MIDNIGHT: You're in the public eye now.
Big Brother's watching. Tread carefully.
What?
What? Wait a second. What does that...
what does that mean?
Later, dog.
-Maybe I'm a dog. You're not a dog, Tick.
All right, fair enough.
You feel great, don't you?
I guess. Uh, I mean, it's new, you know?
I don't even know what to do with this feeling,
what it's called.
Accomplishment, chum.
ARTHUR: Huh. It feels good.
Just wish I knew what Midnight meant
by "Big Brother is watching."
I'm sure we'll find out.