♪ dramatic theme ♪
♪
Guys, guys, guys, check it out!
I got the original dartboard from Cheers on eBay.
It only cost $100,000! I'm gonna put it up.
Hey, I thought Korvo said no more throwing metal in the house
after you got that butter knife stuck in his eye.
These are famous darts!
Whatever Korvo doesn't know won't hurt him.
Watch this. Oh, my God! [Korvo grunts]
[all shouting]
- Oh, my God! - Jesus!
Go get the voice-fixing ray.
I'm sorry, big guy. My bad! [Korvo gagging]
We'll get this fixed in a jiffy!
[continues gagging] [laser whirring]
[panting]
[British accent] I told you not to throw metal around here.
We're going to be late to work. Stop buggering about!
Hey, does Korvo sound a little off?
This thing must not be calibrated.
- Let me try again. - No!
No. This is working for me.
KORVO: All right, chop chop, let's get a move on.
I hate being late. It makes me feel hot and weird.
You make me feel hot and weird. KORVO: What was that?
Nothing! Coming, sweetie!
[door closes]
Wait, is his voice just gonna be like that from now on?
Yeah, but it sounds pretty much the same to me.
Nobody's gonna notice.
KORVO: Planet Schlorp was a perfect utopia
until the asteroid hit.
One hundred adults and their replicants were issued a Pupa
and escaped into the-- space,
searching for new homes on uninhabited worlds.
We crashed on Earth,
stranding us on an already overpopulated planet.
That's right, I've been talking this whole time.
I'm the one holding the Pupa.
My name's Korvo. This is my show.
Bollocks, I just dropped the Pupa!
Oh, this is ridiculous.
I hate Earth. It's a horrible home.
People are stupid and confusing.
This is what my voice sounds like now.
I don't care if it's jarring. Get over it.
And that voice-changer ray has chronitons in it
so this is what I'm going to sound like in flashbacks too.
You got a problem with that, then tough shit!
It's called science!
♪
KORVO: Alright, fellow Shlorpians, this is it.
The ship is fixed for real, real.
Finally, we can leave this piece of shit planet for good.
I know I've said those exact words multiple times before,
but this time it's actually happening.
Clap. Everyone, clap.
[all clapping and cheering]
Bravo, Korvo.
You really sacked up and dragged our sorry asses
across the finish line.
And you put up with so much BS from us along the way.
Nevertheless, you persisted.
Gotta give it up for the K man.
K Man feels you, dawg.
Yes, the last few months have been a bitch,
repairing the ship on weekends,
slogging through that boring-ass office job
to give the Pupa structure and normalcy,
but it was worth it, because he's all better now.
- Right, Pupa? - Pixar!
Mm, back to terrible language skills,
just the way I like it.
We pooled our Skee-Ball tickets and got you a little something.
It's a plain T-shirt with a deep V.
Oh! I always wanted a deep V,
but I never thought I could pull it off.
Korvo, honey, you can pull anything off.
Show us that sexy sternum, baby, oh!
- Whoa. - Ooh, that's a deep V.
Let's blow this hellhole.
[spaceship whirring and whooshing]
ALL: [chanting] Korvo, Korvo, Korvo, Korvo, Korvo, Korvo!
MAN: Korvo, Korvo! [Korvo screams]
Are you freaking kidding me?
[sighs] Sorry, I must have nodded off.
Were you giving a presentation or something?
You were giving a presentation.
Shit, right. Sorry, I'll continue.
In conclusion, uh, the leaf report will be delayed indefinitely.
We commissioned a $3 million study,
and apparently the leaves are just sticking to the branches.
All these years, and I guess global warming wasn't a myth.
If we don't hit our rake quota this month,
there will have to be cutbacks.
ALL: Aw.
Sorry, yeah, just to dig in and unpack some of what you said.
Why in the fuck do we care about rakes?
Because we're a rake company.
Looks like the Solar Opposites work at a boring rake company now.
[head thuds] [woman screams]
[wheels squeaking]
- [clatters] - Whoa.
[sucking]
Jesse, Yumyulack, hurry up, you're gonna miss the bus.
[yawns]
Had to stay up all night
finishing my solar system diorama for class.
Goddamn science.
Good, we're trying to be normal,
and that sounds pretty damn normal if you ask me.
What the fuck are all these extra planets?
The invisible ones the humans don't know about yet.
Earth Four, Megan thee Planet, and Their-Anus.
We can't tell people about those.
They're invisible for a reason.
Make a normal solar system.
Tuna fish and carrot sticks again?
Ah, this shit nasty.
It's a normal lunch.
The only other option is acorn butter.
All the other nuts are off the table.
Screw those kids with nut allergies.
It should be survival of the fittest.
No killing your classmates.
We have to keep it basic AF for the Pupa.
Look how happy he is
with his totally normal enrichment activity.
Our miserable lives are giving him structure.
You don't want him turning back into a steam of teen angst again, do you?
Like that whole thing that was a big deal at the end of last year, remember?
- No, thank you. - No, that fucking sucked.
Then go have a normal day at school.
Stay the course.
Terry, let's go.
Sorry, I woke up with a case of the Wednesdays,
and it's only Monday.
We can't be late.
Mr. Sarner's starting to suspect I'm not in it for the rakes.
Man, Sarner is such a dick brain.
You'd be a way better boss than him.
Yeah, no duh.
That fool's lucky I'm being normal AFF,
or I'd have usurped his ass already.
Yeah, usurp that shit, Korvo.
- BOTH: Whoa! - Yeah, buddy.
- Little Buddy. - Oh. Hey.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
KORVO: Damn, you see that?
Little Buddy and Pupa were cold AF to each other.
I'm, I'm sorry, I'm using "AF" way too much.
I kinda can't quit.
- They must've had a falling out. - AF.
Oh, maybe that little fucker will move out soon.
I sure as shit hope so.
When we met him, I thought he'd be like
this whole reoccurring thing,
but now he just feels like a remnant.
Oh.
Oh, my lord, why the fuck are you walking arm-in-arm?
Are you, like, dating?
No, she's my co-replicant.
They're totally dating, gross.
They're like Oldboy.
Na-uh, we're just using nutrient parts
in our elbows to exchange information. Look.
♪ dramatic music ♪
ALL: Ew.
You're not supposed to exchange juices with your brother.
This is totally normal.
As if. It's fucking freaky.
Elbow fuckers!
Look, everyone.
They fuck elbows.
- They fuck elbows, everybody. - Ah, man,
I didn't know we were weird.
Maybe we should stop porting in public for a while.
No, we need to stop hanging out entirely.
We're radioactive right now.
This "elbow fucker" thing's got legs. I can tell.
It does have a ring to it.
But we could still hang out, right?
Yum?
Ah geez.
[telephone ringing]
[keys clacking]
- [computer beeps] - Reset my email password again?
No, I'm not doing it.
Nobody's going to guess
"National dash Lampoons dash VanPassword69."
Janice is driving me crazy.
She's told me the same joke every day for two weeks.
Ugh, it's like one of those long, elaborate non-joke jokes,
like the humor of Maria Bamford.
And it always ends with her crying about her husband
getting hit by a car a year ago.
Terry, I don't think that's a joke.
That's what I'm saying.
I'm sick of forcing out a fake laugh every time she cradles a wedding photo.
It's uncomfortable. It's not even funny.
Let's take a walk to the Coffee Bean and get you a flat black.
That always calms you down.
Enough with the bits, Janice!
You're not Maria Bamford!
[sobs]
Jesse, you want us to break you off a piece
of this acorn butter cracker that we're all sharing?
Sure, I'll take a shard.
Hey, thanks for letting me sit with you.
We heard you stopped hanging out with your little brother.
Betraying family is, like, mega cool.
That was weird when you guys used to jizz into each other's elbows.
Well, Yumyulack and I don't do that anymore,
or talk or think about each other every second of the day.
That's for sure.
There's nothing better than fucking with your little brother.
Oh, okay.
I didn't know that was a thing that was done.
Oh yeah.
I put a GoPro in a 10-gallon hat and live-streamed
my little brother Conner straightening his pubes.
It fucking ruined him.
He had to move in with Gramgram in Sweden.
That feels a tad harsh, but I am still learning
what a normal sibling relationship looks like.
It looks like hiding a gram of crystal meth
in my brother's locker.
He goes to school in jail now. [laughs]
So how are you gonna fuck with Yumyulack?
I don't know. The bar seems really high.
Oh, my God, you should do it at the Above the Sea dance.
Fuck yeah. Humiliate that chode in front of all of his new friends.
If he even has any.
[all laughing]
Good one, Jesse.
[cigar sizzling]
I'm so glad I found my tribe.
Is this the normal vibe in here?
Yeah, we mostly chain smoke,
count down the days until our pension kicks in,
and do impressions of the dumber students.
"Dur, I'm Greg Simmons.
I shot a load in my pants
watching Romeo and Juliet in class."
[all laughing]
[Yumyulack coughs]
For last period, we're just gonna put on Seabiscuit
and duck out to Islands for Mahalo Hour.
Hell yeah, dawg.
Last one there buys me a Big Island Ice Tea.
[elevator dings]
[elevator doors whirring]
Mm, I do love pebble ice. What are you doing?
I'm making it take as long as possible
to get back to the office.
That's how much I hate it there, Korvo. I'd rather be in the elevator.
I guess we just have to accept the fact that work is boring.
There's absolutely no way around it.
♪ triumphant music ♪ [workers cheering]
Suck it.
♪
Hey, a little help.
Whoa, what is that?
It's ping pong.
Ping ping.
And this is a place of business?
Oh yeah. We're a call center for Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
Oof, that sounds like the most boring AF job there is.
Used to be, until our boss bought us this sweet-ass table.
Your boss got this for you?
The ping ping table is an official part of the office?
Oh yeah, this job rules.
- Ping ping! - Ping ping!
- Look, the fact is-- - Get off the phone.
Terry and I have found a way to solve our problems.
What problems?
We just need one super-important thing from you.
Drum roll, please. ♪ marching band music ♪
Who are these kids?
- How did-- - Buy the office a ping ping table.
No. ♪ sad trombone ♪
Get the fuck out.
If we don't get the table, you don't get paid.
Guys, that was an important call.
Here's the tea, Sarner,
the workplace environment you created fucking sucks.
Our research shows the vibe is better at other offices,
offices with ping ping.
A ping pong table would be too disruptive.
It is not happening.
Well, Terry, I think Mr. Sarner has been clear and--
We measured out a perfect spot for it in the boiler room.
You shouldn't be going down to the boiler room.
It's extremely dangerous.
Uh, Wendy?
Hi, so sorry we got disconnected.
Korvo, my dude, why the fuck didn't you have my back in there?
I know how we get the ping ping,
but it will require some high-level scheming.
Come on.
[door whooshes]
Aisha, bring up the scheming set where we like to smoke and scheme.
AISHA: Wow, no, "Hi, Aisha. How's your day going?"
Just right to business.
You know I love you. I'm sorry.
AISHA: Are you sorry 'cause you're sorry
or because I called you out on your bullshit?
Both.
Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna slip into something more schemable.
That turd has zero clue how to make his employees feel valued.
If you were the boss, a rad ping ping table would be
your first purchase.
[grunts] No shit, but that's not the world we live in,
- so we fight. - Whoa, deep V, huh?
Don't make fun of me. I'm feeling insecure about it.
No, I love it.
Especially once your chest gets more defined.
Sorry, continue scheming.
Sarner said we're the only employees who want ping ping.
But if we can prove our co-workers also demand ping ping,
then he'll be boxed in by his own logic.
Ah, but everyone in the office is a sleemo.
I made a list of our stupidest co-workers
with the most friends.
If we can get them supporting ping ping,
the rest will fall in line.
But everyone hates slash is jealous slash wants to sleep with me of us.
Then we motivate them.
TERRY: First on the list is Doug.
He's always talking about how much he loves
vintage Shaquille O'Neal Mr. Big bars.
KORVO: Pim and Jam, clearly in love with each other,
but Jam has a stupid boyfriend nobody likes,
and Pim's too dopey to do anything about it.
[Jam gasps] KORVO: All she needs is a little push.
I can't believe my boyfriend would cheat on me with this ugly whore.
TERRY: Then there's big, stupid Janice.
And we all know that boring biatch only cares about one thing.
This is the man who killed your husband in that hit-and-run two summers ago.
Sign our petition and he's yours.
That's right, I did it and I'd do it again.
[gun cocks]
[computer beeping]
[door slams open]
Game, set, match, Sarner.
Those are ping ping words.
In your hands is a petition signed by everyone in the office.
The message is clear, your workers demand the ping.
The answer is still no.
Fuck you. You said we were the only ones who wanted ping ping
and I've trapped you with your own words.
Your whole argument has collapsed.
It doesn't matter.
I'm meeting with the board of directors tomorrow evening,
and they're doing a full audit of our expenses.
And if they don't like what they see,
they're gonna shut down this branch.
There's no way I can justify a ping pong table to them,
and I already told you it is not safe in the boiler room.
Now get out of my office!
AISHA: You are so close, Pupa.
[Pupa grunts] You want a hint?
[doors whirring]
Aisha, quick question.
Uh, where's the Phallic Multiplier?
AISHA: Girl, what do you need the dick ray for?
My big-sister prank.
I'm gonna cover Yumyulack in dicks at the Above the Sea dance.
AISHA: You can't humiliate Yumyulack like that.
He's an incel fuckface.
Ha, if anything, I'm going easy on the kid.
You should hear what the Stacis do to their little bros.
AISHA: Trust is the key thing to keep your elbow port open and flowing.
Without it, they'll close up forever,
like a earring hole.
Forever?
How come this is the first I'm hearing about this now?
[bottle shatters]
[car honks] [tires squeal]
Fuck you, Jesse. [all laughing]
Stupid alien.
I'm gonna need that dick ray ASAP.
[machine clicking]
AISHA: They're teens. You gotta let them make mistakes.
♪ melancholic music ♪
[gulping]
[light switch clicks]
[blows]
♪
[sighs]
♪
[laughs]
You two, come with me.
[phone ringing]
I did a lot of thinking about what you said, and--
[light switch clicks]
Sarner, you beautiful bastard.
You got the ping ping.
But the board of directors.
You said you couldn't justify it.
Don't worry about the board.
I know the perfect thing to say to get them to sign off.
But I do have one condition.
- I get the first game. - Deal.
Wow, in the end, you actually are a pretty good guy.
Hey, working with you two makes it easy to be good.
KORVO: Oh!
[blood spurts] Jesus Christ!
Whoa, Sarner was right.
The boiler room is hella dangerous.
I mean, for him, not us.
So I guess we were both right.
[students laughing]
Let's go over the plan.
It's all going down when Principal Cooke presents the Student Awards.
We convinced everyone to vote Yumyulack
for Most Improved Body.
And when he goes on stage to accept--
I suffocate him in shlongs like a normal big sister.
[Phallic Multiplier whirring]
- I see his brain. - We are so fucked.
- I see his fucking brain. - We are so fucked.
What do we do? What do we do?
AISHA: What kinda sitcom plot you all devising this time?
We're in a tight spot, Aisha.
In a few hours, the board of directors is expecting to meet with Mr. Sarner.
AISHA: And that's his dead ass over there on my Pretendo-deck?
Yes, and now the board will take our ping ping table away
because Sarner won't be there to say the perfect thing to justify it.
Ah, I haven't even gotten to play yet.
AISHA: Why don't y'all just bring the dude back to life
so he can talk to the board himself?
You know I got a whole sleeve of those Resurrection Pellets, right?
Wouldn't it jeopardize the Pupa's progress
to use sci-fi like that?
AISHA: I mean, it's just one little pellet.
Yeah, I'm cool with that.
- Korvo? - I too accept this rationalization.
Mm, yummy. [pellet crunching]
Chew it up good.
Yum, yum, yum.
- [Mr. Sarner gasps] - Ah, fuck!
Oh shit, can I get another pellet?
[chuckles] Classic.
And in the category Most Likely to Be a Narc,
you, the students, voted for Rick Blaze.
[students applaud and cheer]
Rick was also voted Best Rebounder.
Here's another trophy.
Congrats, Detective... Rick.
Uh, just Rick.
And now, an award we should probably stop doing...
[multiplier whirring]
Most Improved Body.
And the winner is Yumyulack.
Oh, my God!
Thank you!
I, I didn't even know this body could be improved.
[Pupa gasps]
♪ dramatic music ♪
[waterfalls burbling]
♪
[water splattering]
They should be growing and thriving like the rest of the crowd.
What's wrong with these two?
Hmm, I have one more idea.
♪ dramatic music ♪
[Phallic Multiplier powers down]
I can't do it!
I knew you were a fake-ass Staci.
Give me that.
I'll do it myself.
[laser beam zapping]
Ah, no!
I'm fucking covered in dicks years too early!
What just happened?
The Stacis wanted me to prank you, but it just didn't feel right.
We've always had each other's backs and I'm not gonna stop now.
Oh, uh, thanks.
And the award for Best Bow goes to Jesse.
Me? Aw, you guys noticed.
YUMYULACK: Don't!
Why not?
Is that an Ewok log trap?
Me and the teachers set those logs up
to smash your head like an AT-ST when you accepted Best Bow.
It was their idea.
Thanks for not going through with it.
Looks like you guys worked really hard on that.
The trick is to hoist it as one big log
and then cut it in half.
Oh yeah, that's thinking with your head.
You are never getting drunk with us at Islands again.
We thought you were one of us.
Well, I'm not.
I'm a Shlorpian.
And the winner for Best Trombone Player, Billy Hosenberg.
[all applauding]
[all gasp]
Alright, I guess the award goes to Jackie Quilbard.
Fuck yes, I did it!
Looking snazzy, Mr. Sarner.
[screams] I have a body.
Fucking hell. Yes, we brought you back to life.
I was floating in the eternal glow for a million years.
Safe, warm.
You need to remember what you were going
to say to the board of directors
to justify expensing a ping ping table.
I've been here before.
I've made some flashcards to help jog your memory.
"Ping ping increases productivity by 50 percent."
I mean, that's bullshit, but let's see if it flies.
How did I get back on this plane of existence?
Would you shut up?
Literally no one has ever cared about what happens after you die.
The board is here.
I need more time, Terry.
Sarner's being a baby about his resurrection.
I traversed the black mountain.
Why am I back?
Okay, I'll just have to stall them with the old razzle-dazzle.
Where's Sarner? We don't have all day.
We're members of the board.
He's on his way.
But first, he wanted me to pop in and give a brief preamble.
Rakes, where do they come from?
How do we make them?
When you think about it,
a rake is just a big fork for leaves.
Which leads me to my next question.
Aren't we just a salad company for lawns?
What the hell are you rambling about?
Oh, look at this guy. You probably need one of these
to comb your hair, am I right?
[all laugh]
Alright, you got me. You got me.
[all laughing]
Sarner, so glad you could finally join us.
I am eternity made finite!
[screams]
He's, uh, referencing Dune.
The board reviewed your books,
and I have to say, we're disappointed.
I can't be here!
Don't play for sympathy.
You promised to cut expenses, but yesterday,
you bought a ping pong table on the company card.
We are all made of light,
and to that light I shall return!
[glass shatters] [screams]
[car alarm blaring]
I knew I should've brought a couple of extra pellets.
Everyone's laughing at us, but I don't even care.
Fuck 'em. This is our normal.
If the other kids knew what this connection felt like,
maybe they wouldn't be so judgmental.
[Pupa gasps]
[tinkles]
Ooh.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪
Ah.
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
Ah, yeah.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
You don't think those cops will piece together
what really happened to Sarner, do you?
Fuckin' hope not.
We can't give the Pupa a normal life
if we're convicted of felony manslaughter.
Well, whatever comes, we'll get through it, together.
The cops are gone.
We explained that the pressure of the rake industry
was too much for Sarner, and he killed himself out of weakness.
Yes, Sarner was a coward, and no one should investigate any aliens.
Agreed. We think under new leadership,
this branch could really turn itself around.
I'd love to throw my hat in.
Terry, we liked your panicked ad-libbing when you were stalling us earlier.
How would you like to be the new branch manager?
Me, the boss?
Fuck yes.
Great, let's get blasted at Islands to celebrate.
But, but... But, Terry, I was gonna--
Your first order of business will be to get rid
of that godawful ping pong table.
Yeah, you're on point, Wendy. It's way too disruptive.
Korvo, trash that thing while I'm out.
But I wanted to come with you guys.
No, that's an official order from your boss.
That's right, from now on, I'm the boss, baby.
Well, not the Boss Baby, but I am your boss, baby.
Fuck, now I want a bottle of milk, damn it.
Someone get me some milk because I'm the fucking boss, baby.
[Terry and board members laugh]
I love this company!
♪ dramatic music ♪
[mimicking laser fire]