(upbeat, whimsical music)
♪♪ ♪♪
‐("La Donna è Mobile" playing) ‐(whistling)
(slurps)
Mmm, mm‐hmm.
Kevin, that smells amazing.
It's my secret spaghetti recipe.
You have a secret recipe? That's so dope.
I mean, I found it on the Internet,
but I'll never tell anyone where.
What about us, your closest pals?
No way.
If any of us could make secret spaghetti,
then it would just become regular spaghetti,
and then you two definitely wouldn't come
to my dinner party.
BOTH: (gasp)
Wouldn't come to your dinner parties?
Every time I say I'm going to make dinner,
you guys wanna go out instead.
Like the other day.
I was like, "I want to have a dinner party,"
and Tanya was like, "Yeah,
let's take shots and get sushi."
That is partying and having dinner.
It's dinner and a party.
You know that's not the same thing.
It's a similar use of words.
Hey.
ALL: Hey.
‐What up, Turt? ‐Ah, not much.
Just turtle stuff, mostly.
I brought a bottle of wine.
ALL: Wine!
Let's drink it!
(rumbling)
‐TANYA: What the hell? ‐The wall! We needed that.
(rumbling)
(both scream)
(grunts)
(intense music)
Good instinct, Turt.
(synthetic voice) Hello.
Um, hello.
My name is Trobotto.
I come from a world of sentient robotic life forms.
I am damaged and require sustenance.
‐Sustenance? ‐Affirmative.
I smelled your delicious spaghetti sauce.
Please, may I have some?
Oh, I'm sorry,
this is actually more of a friends‐only dinner party.
Please, I am dying.
Only the sauce can save Trobotto.
Ugh, I don't want to watch a robot die.
That would be a huge bummer on the night.
Death is, like, the worst.
Um, okay.
Swallow.
Hmm, quite pleasing.
Please feed me all of it.
The entire thing?
Yes. I have kids.
Um...
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Ah, thank you.
You have done me a great service.
I will never forget you, Ken.
It's Kevin, actually.
Goodbye, Ken.
Goodbye, Ken's companions.
Hey, who's gonna pay for our wall?
Bye!
‐Oh, dear! ‐Ooh.
(roars)
(grunts)
(roars)
(intense music)
Ken, please.
I am damaged and require sus‐‐
You already ate all my spaghetti sauce.
Did you make garlic bread too?
Yes, I did make garlic bread.
Please, Ken, the bread.
(distorted) I am damaged
and require sustenance.
(sighs)
♪♪ ♪♪
Swallow.
Thank you. I feel my strength returning.
Hey, dude, who's that dragon?
My greatest rival, the one known only as‐‐
‐(grunts in pain) ‐(rumbling)
♪♪ ♪♪
(thundering footsteps)
Um, excuse me, do you know him?
Um, no. Do you?
DRAGON: Yes.
That is my greatest rival, okay?
Were you helping him?
Yo, he just asked for some food.
You have food? What do you have?
We had incredible spaghetti sauce
that I worked on for hours.
But that robot ate it all.
And he thinks my name is Ken.
Oh, no. Well, what's your real name?
Kevin. Much better than Ken.
Kevin, let's start over.
My name is Lazandra.
I'm from another dimension,
and I'm about to be engaged in a pretty long battle here.
If you could get another pot of spaghetti sauce going,
oh, I'd be deeply indebted to you.
Mm‐hmm. Yeah, sure. That's what the robot said.
I'm very rich. Listen, I could pay you.
Here are 7,000 of your people's dollars.
Oh, boy, will that be enough to pay for a sauce?
Hmm... (smacks lips)
You know, I think 9,000 would be closer.
‐Right? ‐Yeah.
I think it's 9.
Kev, you good with this?
But what about my dinner party?
We gotta postpone, dude. We need the money.
You think that robot's gonna pay for all the stuff
‐he messed up? ‐LAZANDRA: Mm‐mm.
He won't. He broke.
Only I can help replace your stuff.
(groans) Fine.
We'll get that started for you, Miss Lazandra.
Oh, excellent.
(roars)
All right, I'm gonna order sushi and watch my show.
(scatting)
(scatting continues)
Chop, chop, chop. Choppity chop.
Kevin, thanks for telling us your secret recipe.
Well, it's not much of a secret anymore, is it?
Maybe not, but we're making way more sauce this way, right?
Huh, Trobotto's doing well.
Yeah, he's really coming back.
At first, I was like, "This dude is done,"
but then he pulled out the sword of light
and harnessed the power of the stars.
‐Sword of light! ‐(energy buzzes)
(screams)
Ow!
Oh, oh, friends.
The sauce! Quickly!
Order up!
Ooh, hot. Hot, hot, hot, hot.
(swallows) Thank you.
Oh, you beautiful creatures.
Aww.
Not that beautiful.
(shouts)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Excuse me, did you pay for that?
Pay? But you're my Earth friends.
I am Trobotto.
Um...
(voice cracking) I am damaged and require‐‐
Ernesto, do you know this fool?
Nope.
(intense music)
(sighs)
♪♪ ♪♪
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Ahh, thank you.
Is the bread complimentary?
Bread is extra.
Hmm, what to do?
What to do?
‐How much extra? ‐(shouts)
Oh, God.
All righty, let's get back to it.
Maybe we should wrap up early
and get back to the dinner party.
I'm pretty hungry now.
Ooh, we could order pizza.
Yeah, we'll eat while we work.
BOTH: Super efficient.
(groans)
NATALIA: (sighs) So,
you were the spy all along, Fernando.
Living in disguise.
‐TURT: (sobs) ‐No, Natalia.
Living...in love.
(smooching)
TROBOTTO: (yelling)
(slurping)
Oh, Fernando.
Chef, we're running low on celery here.
Running low on tomatoes, too.
Someone needs to do a supply run.
Fine, I'll go.
(electronic music)
(groans) Hey, Mr. Tran.
‐MR. TRAN: Ah, Kevin. ‐(sighs)
MR. TRAN: Hey, what's wrong?
I've never seen you so upset about buying celery.
Well, you know those giant things
that are fighting in the sky?
Oh, yes.
The dragon and robot. Sure, why?
Well, I was throwing a dinner party for my friends,
but instead, we ended up cooking
a bunch of secret spaghetti sauce for the dragon
because she's paying us thousands of dollars.
But then the robot started paying us too.
And I guess it's because the secret spaghetti sauce
is so good that it makes them fight harder,
but I just feel like
I'm not totally cool with all of it.
That's messed up.
It totally screws up your dinner party.
Exactly!
It's like my friends don't even care.
Oh, Kevin, if your friends are as cool
as you always say they are, they'll listen to you.
And if they don't,
then you cut them out of your life,
and you never speak to them again.
And you hold that grudge forever.
Thank you, Mr. Tran.
You're so wise.
Have a good dinner party. (laughs)
Goodbye to you.
(dramatic music)
TROBOTTO: My sword!
(shattering)
♪♪ ♪♪
Arm cannon!
♪♪ ♪♪
(roars)
(whooshing)
♪♪ ♪♪
(thunderous explosion)
(metal clattering)
Hey, Kev. That was quick.
Super efficient. Dump those veggies over here.
I don't want to do this anymore.
What, stand on the table?
No, not stand on the table.
I don't want to cook for those
futuristic monster things anymore.
I want to have a dinner party with my friends.
We can make it more of a party up here.
‐Let's put some music on. ‐No, no.
No more creative uses of the words "party" and "dinner."
I'm out.
If either of you want to attend an actual dinner party,
you know where to find me.
Kevin, wait. (sighs)
‐We can shut it down. ‐(sighs)
A dinner party sounds good.
‐Really? ‐Yeah,
I'm super hungry now, too.
Listen, why don't we just finish making
this one last pot of sauce?
That dragon has given us, over, like, $20,000,
and I just kind of feel like we owe it to her at this point.
All right, that's fair.
LAZANDRA: Wait, what do you mean
you're not gonna make any more?
We're done. This is the last batch.
And we're taking some for ourselves.
Wait, did I not pay you enough?
It's got nothing to do with the money.
What's going on?
They don't want to cook anymore!
Why not? I paid you guys 20 bucks.
Wait, excuse me? How much?
A‐as I already made clear,
this has nothing to do with the money.
We just have a prior commitment
that we need to get to tonight, that's all.
And you two should stop fighting.
You're clearly meant for each other.
‐Hey, Kevin... ‐Stop.
Let's actually not upset the violent giants
more than we have to.
If they want to fight, that's on them.
So, we good here or what?
If you won't make more sauce, then simply give us the recipe.
Affirmative. So we may replicate it.
All right, fine. I'll send you the link.
It's, like, the very first search result
for spaghetti sauce.
Then we will take the remaining sauce
and do battle elsewhere.
Perhaps another dimension.
Or another point in time.
Yeah, either of those are good.
(dramatic tone)
Goodbye, Ken.
Goodbye, Earth friends of Ken. (whooshes)
(mysterious tone)
Hmm, well, that was fun.
Yeah, they were nice...ish.
And how much did we make for 2 hours of work?
‐We made 21,020 bucks. ‐(whistles)
Man, we probably should have
kept doing that for a while, huh?
What about all the stuff I said?
Regarding friendship and dinner?
No, yeah. That‐‐that stuff was pr‐‐
probably right.
You know, no‐‐no regrets.
TURT: Oh, man.
You never know what's gonna explode in that show.
Or who's gonna make out.
But it's usually Natasha and Fernando.
(chuckles) They're nasty.
To dinner party.
ALL: Cheers!
Oh, my God, that's good.
Mm‐hmm‐hmm‐hmm.
Mmm, Kevin, this is amaze‐tastic!
Aw, I'm glad you all like it.
I don't just like it, I love it.
High kick!
(whoosh)
(grunts)
ALL: Yes!
(upbeat music)