[♪ dramatic theme playing]
[♪ soft music playing]
The movie poster's testing through the roof.
The Dragon Age fandom's shifting their hyper-fixation
from the Tevinter mages to your characters.
This is huge!
Ooh, yay!
I hope their microtransaction horse diaper sales are plummeting.
Thanks for getting us the new pages.
We'll circle back after we get notes from the algorithm.
We negotiated a guaranteed three-month run on IMAX.
Tom Cruise is pissed.
He did that big open-mouthed laugh, but this time, blood poured out.
My man TC is an American hero, but he can still suck it.
Damn, Terry, sounds like you're killing the game.
I'm a triple threat: novelist, movie maker, and slut husband.
-How goes the college applications? -Easy mode.
We're totes getting into wherever we want.
These academic knobs are slobbering over us.
We don't even have safety schools.
We're straight-A students with moving personal journeys
about coming to Earth and stuff.
Wouldn't, like, one safety be safer?
[both laughing]
My top choice is Harvard Gulf Shores.
It's for geniuses who like playing Flip Cup.
I want to go to Princeton's secret new campus
inside the Epcot Ball.
Well, goddamn, I guess we're all thriving.
JK Sevens quit smoking, the little clean lung king.
[JK Sevens beeping]
Even Korvo, the crustiest shit of the bunch,
figured out how to find happiness.
[Korvo] Maurice, no running.
We need you building these boxy condos
in a historic neighborhood, not laid up in the hospital.
Thanks, Mr. Korvo, we're lucky to have such a bossy boss.
I'll be the Hugo Bossa Nova of Boss Hoggs
as long as we get this job done on schedule.
-Heads up. -[whistle blowing]
There's a Baby's Day Out over here. Get the hook.
Son of a bitch, we only get three Babies' Day Outs
before we have to shut this whole thing down.
[clattering]
Let's hear it for the best non-undercover boss around.
[workers] Korvo! Korvo! Korvo!
Alright, safety codes only allow for three cheers.
Back to work.
Greetings, my adoring and fulfilled family.
Look how happy Pupa is
now that we bought him that Jeff Koons balloon doll.
It's art because it's a normal thing but big.
-Woof, woof. -$88 million well spent.
It's nice to have money again.
We are absolutely murdering the game.
I have to agree.
Finally, the Solar Opposites have found their way
in this crazy, mixed-up world.
[Pupa screeching]
[bones crunching]
[growls]
-[all screaming] -[♪ ominous music playing]
[Korvo] Planet Shlorp was a perfect utopia,
until the asteroid hit.
One hundred adults and their replicants were issued a Pupa
and escaped into 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 is Korvo. This is my show.
Bollocks, I just dropped the Pupa.
Ugh. This is ridiculous. I hate Earth.
It's a horrible home. People are stupid and confusing.
Is this the last one of these I'm going to ramble about?
Feels a little premature.
Well, either way, it's been an honor.
And I still hate humans.
They're gross, they're ugly, and they have terrible taste in ray guns.
[♪ dramatic music swells]
Bad Pupa, stop trying to eat us, you big goof.
[all screaming]
Owie, ow, ow, ow!
Don't be such a bitey vampire.
-[Terry groaning] -[Pupa grunts]
Enough, Pupa. We don't Bunnicula in this house.
-[Korvo screaming] -[Pupa growling]
Ah, he's sucking the blue right out of me.
[Korvo groaning]
[Yumyulack] Oh, good. He's dead.
[all scream]
[hisses]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
-[Pupa whimpers] -Good thinking on the garlic.
Thank God we fell for that meal prep box.
Man, the vibes are totally ruined.
I can't apply to college when the Pupa is trying
to murder me Count Chocula style.
And I can't focus on my 17th round of studio notes.
Is this a pre-write, an under-polish, or a dialogue puff?
I thought Pupa was supposed to stop evolving
when Korvo got rid of his terraformation abilities.
[Korvo] This isn't a natural part of his evolution.
Something is causing the Pupa to treat us like invaders.
Like a white blood cell that thinks we're a virus.
I learned that shit from a YouTube video.
Pupa's biology must be responding
to something we fucked up as a family.
-[all] Aw. -[Pupa hissing]
Oh, man, I hate self-actualizing.
Okay. No bad ideas. No bad ideas.
We could just stick him in the space pod
and shoot him into orbit until he cools down.
We already used it with Glen.
What are you talking? Who?
Our neighbor we shot with a collectible bullet.
Oh, yeah. Right, Glem.
I bet if he ever got back to Earth, he'd be pretty mad.
[voice echoing]
[♪ dramatic theme playing]
[TV clicks, music stops]
Hey, you freaks, I'm Peter, a background character
from a nightclub in season one.
Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush.
Usually, we run a clips package
to catch you up when the show transitions
to the Silvercops storyline.
But we can only "Previously on"
so many times before the flashbacks permanently damage
our characters' brains. [sighs]
Look, if you started watching this show when you were 14,
then now you're 21.
So let's be adults, and I'll just lay it out for you.
Back in season three, Korvo and Terry shot
their Fast and the Furious- obsessed
dickhead neighbor Glen into space.
Glen was deputized by the Silvercops,
a crooked alien police force who framed him for murder.
He added them to his revenge list,
got his DNA altered to look like a big alien dog.
changed his name to Dodge, and joined the Goldcops,
a regulatory agency who hate the Silvercops.
Now Glen, aka Dodge Charger, has made a life for himself
with the Goldcops and is dating an alien who looks like a car.
Enjoy.
[moaning]
[Dodge] Oh. Oh, God. Oh. Oh, God.
Oh, no. I mean, yes.
Oh! Alright, I gotta get up.
[Portia] Uh-uh. Sorry, Officer. I won't allow it.
Someone else can fight the forces of evil today.
Portia, come on.
We've already done it three and a half times today.
I need a minute to reload.
[phone ringing]
Officer Charger, did I wake you?
Just, uh... [clears throat] finishing a workout, sir.
-Finishing a workout. -But you're already massive.
I order you to leave some muscle for the rest of us.
-I'll try, sir. -We're very close to figuring out
where those Silvercop fucksacks get all their funding.
We need you to go undercover and get 'em on tape.
I think I can handle wearing a wire.
Good. Your mission:
Embed yourself within an elite squad
as they travel to a planet called Earth.
You probably never heard of it. Word is it smells like shit.
[gasps, coughs]
Please, I don't want to be in orbit. I don't want to be in orbit.
Hey, hey, hey. Get the expository flashbacks out of your system now.
You will not have time for that crap when you're in the field.
Undercover with a wire, that sounds dangerous.
-Portia? -She's right.
These Silvers have brutally killed undercover Goldcops
many, many times before.
Whatever you do, make sure they don't find out you're a rat.
[Pupa growling]
[AISHA] This doesn't make sense.
Y'all must have done something ignorant to mess him up.
But it's been nothing but buenas vibras in this house.
Wait, that's it, the vibes have been too good.
It's all because of the Blank Boy I installed last year.
-A what now? -It's a Shlorpian emotion filter.
I hid it from all you guys since you never let me do science stuff.
But then I forgot about it, 'cause I got on TikTok.
[tiny Blank Boy giggles]
Oh, look at that wee fella.
So cute and harmless
and stop fucking staring at me, you little bitch!
Blank Boys filter conflict out of the air.
They're made so the crew of long-haul ships get along.
But we get in fights all the time.
-No, we don't! -Shut up, Terry. Yes. we do!
I don't know how, but you're both wrong!
[♪ soft music playing]
Raised voices. That old Blank Boy's gotta be full.
No wonder the Pupa's so nasty. The air's full of conflict vibes.
Yep. Just need to swap in a new one.
[whirring, clanking]
[Pupa growling]
Ah, I know it's in here somewhere.
Oh, looks like he got out of his holster.
-[metal clanks] -[gasps]
-Blank Boy? -[Blank Boy growling]
-Ah! -[all screaming]
-[Jesse] Oh, Christ. -Did that thing kill the Blank Boy?
[AISHA] Oh, shit, it is the Blank Boy.
[Blank Boy laughing]
Not so blank anymore!
I've been in the air ducts
filtering all your secrets and shitty attitudes for so long,
I've become the physical manifestation of your worst vibes.
[tiny Blank Boy whimpers]
-[metal clanking] -[all screaming]
-[alarm blares] -[AISHA] Dammit!
Blank Boys aren't supposed to be used for this long.
He's corrupted.
You quit it right now, Blank Boy.
You're just an emotional tampon.
Wrap yourself in a tissue and throw yourself away.
-[Korvo grunts] -[all screaming]
I know everything about you.
Your darkest secrets,
your private Threads-threads,
and your Gmail passwords.
-[Jesse screams] -[Korvo gasps]
My edging videos. I-I-I mean my bank account.
-[Pupa growling] -We need to throw him away for good.
Yeah, right.
Like you threw away Yumyulack's rhythmic gymnastics magazines?
Don't tattle on me, you narc.
-[Jesse grunts] -How could you, Jesse?
Did you throw out my ribbon sticks, too?
Terry still DMs Linus about virtual queues on Instagram.
[Korvo] Linus, that tramp you used to hang out with in Lines?
Only to tell him to leave me alone.
[grunting]
We're not strong enough to take it down.
Maybe we can overload it.
What do you mean?
If he eats toxicity out of the air,
then let's give him something new to choke on.
-[Blank Boy growling] -[Terry screams]
Ooh! Your bounty belt is so ugly, Yum.
[gasps] Old Beigey?
It accentuates the wrong curves.
You said you liked my hourglass shape.
[Blank Boy laughing]
[Korvo] It's working. Admit more bad shit.
I sneak down at night and take bites
out of the cheese brick in the fridge.
[gasps] Not Bricky.
[AISHA] Ew. That's unsanitary as hell.
Your bad vibes only feed my strength.
When I drive, I try to hit pigeons, and I embezzle from the tip jar.
I changed the numbers on the scale
so you'd hit your goal weight and rot with me on the couch.
I chew old gum that's stuck under the desks at school.
Well, I don't wash my hands.
I rub 'em on your faces while you sleep.
That's why you get so much pink eye.
-[Blank Boy shrieking] -[explosion]
[beeping]
Wow! What a loser.
I didn't even get to my 12chan stuff yet.
Hey, look, that did it. The Pupa is back to normal.
I suppose honesty was the best policy after all.
[Pupa groaning, snarling]
Ah, he's worse than before.
Pupa, you stop being a snake right now or no screens!
[Pupa hissing]
[all scream]
[♪ dramatic music playing]
We're only a couple light-years out from Earth.
Our mission's simple:
Eliminate the defective Shlorpians and remove their Pupa.
Yes, sir. Sorry. Just tell me really loudly and clearly.
Why do we care?
Shlorpians are supposed to embed on a planet
and terraform it, but sometimes they go native.
We can't have them contacting other teams
and spreading their deviant ways.
Surprised you didn't know that, Dodge.
Sir, I've activated the Pupa's snake form.
Don't know how they reverted him back to normal,
but we're back on track.
Good. Maybe our job will be done before we get there.
Make sure they don't find out you're a rat.
Yeah, maybe we'll be lucky
and find a Goldcop rat and get to kill him.
Why are you even bringing up Goldcops?
We haven't discussed them at all.
Well, I just think that if there's a rat here,
uh, it's probably Glorpus.
Bullshit. I'm as Silver as they come.
Focus on the mission.
There's no reason to suspect there's a rat.
That sounds like rat talk, you fuckin' rat.
[overlapping shouting]
-[glass shatters] -[all grunting]
There, hopefully that'll stop Pupes from snarfing us up.
Clearly, we've done something to cause the Pupa
to mutate into murderous creatures.
If it wasn't the bad vibras or the Blank Boy,
maybe it's some unresolved beef.
I don't have beef with anyone.
I'm famously easygoing.
-What about the Red Goobler? -God, I hate that motherfucker!
-We are grade A beefing. -Whoa, calm down, Kmart.
Sorry. I'm just beefing, so hard.
Didn't we bury the hatchet with that guy?
[snarling, gagging]
What's happening? What's he doing?
I think he's having a flashback.
Put a belt in his mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue.
We can't afford two flashbacks in one episode. What are we, Netflix?
And it's my turn to say, "Get fucked!"
-[window shatters] -[Korvo groaning]
Ugh!
I really can't stand that Red shit.
Maybe the Pupa will just revert back on his own.
[all scream]
I'll get the keys.
[Yumyulack] Damn. Red Goobler has a Tony Stark mansion in this economy?
He franchised his San Diego brew pub and won a lawsuit against the red M&M.
So now he's Richie Rich rich.
I think I saw a mini version of his bar at Midway Airport, right by the Potbelly.
That's how you know you've made it.
-[intercom beeps] -Uh, hello.
It's me, Korvo the alien,
and I'm here to end our beef.
[Red Goobler] I knew this day would come. You're here to kill me!
Nuh-uh. Our Pupa is reacting to our unresolved shit,
so I am here to eat crow and then I'll be on my way.
[Red Goobler] Yeah, right. I've been preparing for your attack.
The house is full of booby traps!
Guess we better just start buying Pupa pajamas in snake sizes.
I'm trying to apologize, you little red fuck!
[gate clangs]
-I'm going in, -But, Korvy, the booby traps.
I know, but for the sake of the Pupa,
I'm going to bury my face in them and motorboat those traps.
Uh, might not be that kind of boobies.
-[Korvo grunting] -[gate creaks, clangs]
Red, I'm coming in.
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
-[Korvo gasps] -[Red Goobler] You're in my domain now.
Turn back or suffer!
Look, I know I'm in the wrong here.
If you can just listen. [screams]
Oh, I deserved that.
Ah.
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
-[stone rumbling] -[Korvo screams]
Ow, ow, ow. Oh...
Yeah. Fair enough.
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[door rumbling]
-[♪ ska music playing] -[Korvo yells]
What did you tape to their heads?
[Red Goobler] Those needles are full of the chemicals
that make people like ska music.
Ska music! No! I hate horn sections. Ugh.
I have to do this for the Pupa.
[water splashes]
-[Korvo screaming] -Oh, my God!
-[retches] -Oh, it hurts!
You could have at least tried to jump it.
[Korvo] I'm willfully getting fucked by your traps
to demonstrate my contrition.
Enough. Enough.
I can't believe you just jumped in there.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Ending our beef is the only way I can save the Pupa.
He's family, just like you.
Oh. We kind of are family, aren't we?
Yeah. In a father-cousin kind of way.
Can we listen to Sublime?
The ska's in your blood.
Let's get out of this hallway before the diarrhea gas activates.
No Doubt.
-[Pupa growling] -[chain clinking]
Seeing you purposefully get booby trapped was kind of moving.
I'm sorry I ruined your wedding.
I shouldn't have been such a jerk.
[Pupa hissing]
I'm not even into women.
I-I just love weddings.
You've made an excellent life for yourself.
-I'm proud of you. -That's all I ever wanted.
Aw.
[Pupa groaning]
-[collar clinks] -[sighs]
Alright. Catharsis worked.
Dammit, they did something to revert the Pupa again.
We need to get these Shlorpians eaten now.
Hey, maybe it's the rat's fault.
-Why are you obsessed with-- -You're obsessed!
Let's all shoot up with some illegal salt. Huh?
Whoever refuses has to be the rat.
What? Why would a rat not want to do something illegal?
Call pest control, 'cause we got a rat.
-[punches thudding] -[all yelling]
Okay. Okay. I'm calm. There's no rat. There's no rat.
Get your head in the game, son.
Yes, of course. Ugh.
Uploading Pupa ape code now.
-[evil laughter] -[machine beeping]
-You feeling okay? -Except for the ska thing, yeah.
I can still hear the unnecessary trumpets echoing in the back of my mind.
At least the Pupa's normal so it all worked out in the end.
-[all scream] -[Pupa growls]
-[tires screeching] -[horns honking]
This should kill those Shlorpians for sure.
-Ah-choo! -Gold bless you.
-[all gasp] -Only Goldcops say, "Gold bless you."
[stammers] Stop accusing me.
You're giving me nervous gas.
-[Dodge farts] -[pants ripping]
-[gasps] -Gold pants!
-Rat! -[all grunting]
[Dodge screaming]
-[Solars grunting] -[Pupa growling]
[Terry] Oh, man, Gorilla Pupa sure does love apples.
Whatever's making him all weird
must be bigger than family problems or Red Goobler beef.
What else could it be?
-[Pupa growling] -[all screaming]
[thuds]
This is big. Pupa must be mad about the world.
That's it, the environment, politics, the general smell of shit.
[Yumyulack] If we make the world a better place,
the Pupa will go back to normal.
But how? We sold all our sci-fi stuff, and I'm too lazy to compost.
-[Pupa growling] -[all yell]
-[metal clangs] -[all grunt]
[Yumyulack grunting]
Bad gorilla.
[Pupa growls]
We'll have to fix the world by hand.
It'll take a while, but it'll be this family team's whole new thing.
Looks like the Solar Opposites are going to solve all the problems on Earth.
[all cheering]
Should we start with microplastics or what?
Oh, let's redistribute all the wealth
from the billionaires to kids, like Blank Check.
-Hey, where'd Pupa go? -[Pupa growling]
[all screaming]
[Korvo] Pupa, no!
We're going to save the world.
-[growling] -[all screaming]
I'm a rat, okay. I'm a Gold damn rat.
[Dodge sobbing]
-Oh, fuck, are you going to kill me now? -[tape rips]
You're more useful to us alive.
No, I'm not. I mean, yes, I am.
Your rat nature is why I know you'll be a great double agent.
You can feed misinformation to the Golds.
-What do you say? -What's the other option?
We give you a wet willy, then kick you out of the airlock.
Yeesh, wet willies are gross.
And outside the airlock, it's just space?
-That's right. -Uh-huh.
Uh, I'm worried he's weighing the options at all.
No wait, I'll do it.
I'll join the Silvercops. Again.
That's what I like to hear.
Dude, this is so Fast & Furious 6 coded.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
[door swishes]
What's the deal? I thought you loved killing rats.
I do. Once we're done with these Shlorpians,
we'll torture him into a pile of blood and guts
then have an orgy on the viscera.
[laughs] Fucking and sucking in the goo.
Just like we did with the last Gold rat.
Ain't being crooked cops the best?
-[both moan] -I love our evil hugs.
Me too.
-[Pupa growling] -[all screaming]
Gorillas aren't inherently violent.
-Shut up, nerd. -Wait, wait, before you smash us,
here, so you don't get bored after we die.
[Pupa growling]
-Pop it? -He likes it.
Quick, everyone, spoil his ass.
Here's those purple puffs you like.
[Pupa growls]
-[Korvo] It's working. -[JK Sevens beeping]
[Jesse] Oh, a trash can full of candy and a gallon of bubble juice.
Good call, JK.
[Pupa burps]
-[JK Sevens beeps] -Optimus Prime?
Yes, of course, anything you want, sweetie.
Get him the fucking transforming child toy now.
You'll always be our sweet baby.
I wuv you.
[Optimus] The All Spark loves Doritos.
Looks like we won't have to save the world after all.
Yeah, that did sound like a lot of work.
Ah, want to watch literally anything on TV instead?
Even, uh, Chicago Med. I'll do it.
I'll... I'll just... I'll, I'll do it.
-[door bangs] -[all screaming]
Everybody on the ground!
-[Solars scream] -[Pupa shrieks]
What the hecking fuck?
Silvercops.
I thought you were a myth.
-[electricity crackling] -[Korvo screaming]
Aah!
-[electricity crackling] -[Jesse, Pupa screaming]
Damn you, Silvercops, get out of my house before I zap your asses.
Zap! Zap! Zap! Za...
-[static hissing] -[Korvo] No!
What did you do to her?
[Terry, Jesse groan]
You made JK fall off the wagon.
-[Pupa grunts] -[Terry] Hey, not cool.
You let our Pupa out right now.
Boom. Told you I'd be back.
I mean, I didn't, but I'm saying it now.
So I'm back.
What? We've never seen you before, weirdo.
Wait, I know that voice
from when he used to yell ethnic slurs at me from his porch.
You're the guy we shot into space.
Oh, maybe lay off the plastic surgery, Glen.
Super lame to narc us out to the cops.
We're here because you keep resetting your Pupa.
How dare you monitor our private mission progress?
Seeing as you're gonna be dead in a minute,
I'll pull the curtain back a little
so we can all enjoy the faces you make
when you realize that your lives are a joke.
The Silvercops have been around for centuries.
We used to be a small operation
until someone came up with the Shlorpian scam.
[Yumyulack] Bullshit. I love scams.
I think I'd know if I was in one.
Ours is the oldest trick in the galaxy.
Been around even longer than signing up for a free week at a gym,
only to find out you've been locked into a membership.
Don't act like you know more about Shlorpians
than we do, pal.
Oh, so you knew that the Silvercops
invented the Pupas to terraform planets.
And that we made the AISHAs to keep tabs
and make sure you all stay on mission?
-That's not true. -Your real mission
is to make us money.
-[Solars gasp] -But we had to escape from the home world
because it was hit by an asteroid.
[Silvercops laughing]
Planet Shlorps are always getting hit by asteroids
because we send them.
-[Jesse, Yumyulack, Terry gasp] -[Korvo] No.
[Silvercop Boss] You take over and terraform planets
to clear out any threats.
Then, after you rebuild your cities and society,
we show up with our asteroid gun.
You and 99 other crews shoot off into space
to repeat the process
while we come in and scoop up all the valuable elements
left behind.
See, you work for us.
-Murderers! -[Silvercop Boss] That's right.
And we always get away with it, you know why?
Because we made sure everyone in the galaxy
hates your species.
That way, no one gives a shit ass
about wiping you out over and over again.
You can control my species,
kidnap my Pupa, and terrorize my family
but never fuck with my mission!
[Korvo grunting]
-[electricity crackling] -[Korvo groaning]
Enough. This whole planet smells like shit.
Kill these losers and let's get out of here.
You said I'd be useful.
You are.
If the Goldcops investigate, they'll think it was your revenge plot.
Goldcops? That's so dumb.
-They're not dumb. -[whooshing]
They're my familia!
-[guns firing] -[♪ dramatic music playing]
[Dodge groaning]
[grunting]
Okay. If you're gonna beg and piss your pants,
that should be now.
Sure. Except this whole time,
I've had a backup wire
in my ass!
Now! Go! Go!
[window shatters]
-[Silvercops scream] -Oh, yeah!
[♪ electronic music playing]
-[thuds] -[Silvercop groans]
-Yeah! -Alright.
♪♪
Huh? [gasps]
-[punch thuds] -[Silvercop groans]
Goldcops!
Thanks for laying out the Shlorpian scam for us, you idiot.
-Yeah! -Suck it!
[feet pattering]
Sorry, busted into a window upstairs, my bad.
[♪ soft music playing]
Thanks for the save, Glen Dodge.
Sorry we inadvertently shot you with a collectible bullet.
And then cast you off into space.
No, I should be thanking you.
I thought you took my life away,
but I found an even better life.
Come home to me, Dodge.
I love that big dog dick.
-[moans] -I fuck cars now.
Book these punks.
[all laughing]
-[Jesse] Yeah! Woo-hoo! -[Terry] Woo-hoo!
Aww.
[Terry] It's been a couple of months since those silver cucks
tried to kill our asses.
And let's just say there's a silver lining to the story.
Dodge and his car-shaped girlfriend made things official.
[guests cheering, applauding]
Jesse and Yumyulack got accepted
into the most prestigious college in the world,
Wooden City Tech.
That's Ivy League.
Well, i-it isn't, but half the campus is made of ivy
and a bunch of ivy kids go there.
I'm going to miss those little freaks
even though they'll come home on the weekends
to do their laundry and on weeknights for free food.
And me, I got to direct my first Hollywood picture,
and everyone loved how chill and collaborative I was.
This movie is going to destroy me!
You fucks are ruining my life!
I can see you back there wandering around!
♪ Da da-da da-da da-da ♪
Things are actually going great. I just want to get on Deuxmoi.
The Silvercops got shut down.
Their high-concept reign of terror was finally over.
Without the Silvercops,
Shlorpians don't have to worry about asteroids
or terraforming anymore.
And don't worry, Korvo is happy
because he found a new mission to be bratty about.
He goes around to different planets explaining to Shlorpian teams
that they can just be families.
Hey, you can't park that ship there, we're on a mission.
You're going to ruin our Pupa's evolution.
Oh, shut up, stop embarrassing yourself.
I'm about to set you free and boss you around.
Alright. Alright. Hurry up.
I've got a full schedule, and this planet smells like shit.
-[Pupas] Pupa! Pupa! Pupa! -[JK Sevens beeping]
Pupa! Pupa! Pupa!
[♪ epic theme swells, ends]
[wind whooshing]
[♪ upbeat music playing on TV]
Pupa, don't you eat Solar Opposites!
Get that out of your mouth!
Nobody's going to pick up the show again if you get your spit all over it!
Drop it! Pupa!
[♪ dramatic theme playing]
♪♪
[mimicking laser fire]