-[theme music plays] -[bird chirps]
[chomps]
[burps]
[sniffs]
-[glass breaks] -[Max shrieks]
-[grunts, panicked breathing] -Go, go, go, go, go! Agh!
See? Everything worked out.
[laughs]
Aw. I wanna be a letter.
[burps]
[line cutter] Oh, boy. Why is the line so long?
[Roxanne] Oh, no, you don't.
Hey! Back of the line!
Ah!
Garbage!
[inhales, sighs]
You smell that, Max? Can you smell it?
You know the rules. Whoever smelt it, dealt it.
No, the food.
[sniffs]
Oh, yeah! [slurps] Mmm.
That's the sweet smell of Dirt's very first experiment.
The ultimate ribs.
Slow-cooked for 100 years
by chefs infused with DNA from a notoriously angry chef.
Ooh, he looks like he'd swear a lot.
Hey! No cutting!
-[scream] -[grunts]
[crash]
Ugh, line cutters, the lowest form of low.
Honestly, if you ever catch me cutting, never talk to me again.
What?! No! Talking's how we talk.
True.
But line cutting is a crime against civilized society, Max.
Anyone who does it should be ousted, shunned, banned!
Each and every cutter is an animal!
No offense.
Only half of me is offended.
That's how bad it is, Max.
I had to use your species against you to make my point.
Line cutting is the most narcissistic, selfish, arrogant...
[dramatic music plays]
Target acquired, ribs located.
The next time I see a line cutter, I'm gonna give them a piece of my mind.
Someone just cut you.
[gasps] What the cut, man?
No way we're letting you front-cut us.
Am I right?
[both] Mm-hmm.
[groans]
I didn't cut. My time portal brought me here.
I'm here on a mission and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Oh, can't I?
Security! Line cutter!
-We have a line cutter right here! -Huh?
Ha!
[siren wails]
Line cutter! Line cutter alert!
-[horn blows] -[siren wails]
Oh, you're in for it now. Roxanne, take her away.
[siren wails]
[Roxanne] Back of the line!
[all grunt]
What?
No! You got this all wrong. She's the cutter. We didn't do anything.
It's not what my citation says.
"Distrubing the peas."
Hey, it's hard to write when you're afraid of paper.
-[grunts] -[coughs]
This is a disgraceful violation of our recreational rights, Roxanne!
This is all your fault.
You sabotaged my mission.
What mission? Mission to cut the line?
[sighs] You have no idea what you've done.
I'm from a time and place where processed food doesn't exist.
A bleak future where you have to cook every meal from scratch.
No fast food, no microwavable snacks.
Imagine a place where if you want a bowl of cereal,
you have to grow the grain, pick the grain, grind the grain.
It's a place where chicken nuggets are just something
you've read about on the dark corners of the Internet.
It's a place where Grandma doesn't bake you cookies,
she just tells you stories about them.
[cries] No, it can't be.
I spent years researching which food
would be the best to come back in time to eat.
But because of you, my mission has been compromised!
Oh, come on, no one's going to believe that.
Wow! So you're from the future?
Tell me more.
Okay. Well, since you brought chairs...
My name's Echo, and this is Birdie.
[mechanical whirring]
Three hundred years from now, food is awful,
thanks to an experiment in your time by a Professor Dumas.
[gasps]
Yeah, right. What a made-up name.
It is. I made it up.
But only because history books don't say his real name.
They're all redacted.
Anyway, I read that today's the day to try the best ribs in history.
Wow. Did you hear that, James?
Yes, in 300 years they're still talking about how good these ribs are,
which is why she tried to cut and why we're now at the back of the line.
Hey, man. You're the one who started yelling and banging camping supplies.
Just leave us alone, line cutter.
Max and I are gonna go get some ribs.
Okay, we just walk right up to the front of the line
and take our rightful place.
Ready, Max?
Max?
Tell James I promised him I'd never talk to him if he cut,
so I'm not talking to him.
[cries] Why is it so hard?
We already waited in line, so technically we're not cutting, we're reinserting.
Hey, remember us? Tent, giant talking crocodile.
Good, thanks, all right.
Try it and die, dough boy.
No cuts.
[growls]
I was reinserting!
[grunts]
Well, I saw that coming.
You cost us ribs again!
Hey! At least I'm not a liar.
Who's lying?
You! Miss "I'm from the future."
I am, and that's why I know a way to get my old pal Roxanne off our backs.
[slurping]
[growls]
[gulps]
A-ha! Now I know you're lying.
How could you know Roxanne if you're from 300 years in the future?
[gasps] Is Roxanne a time traveler too?
No.
She's a rock who's still alive in 300 years
and she loves playing rock, paper, scissors.
Roxanne doesn't love anything,
other than enforcing the right rules against the wrong people.
[chuckles] Yeah?
Challenge her to a game of RPS, if you're so sure I'm wrong.
I am. And you are. And I will.
[dramatic music plays]
Hey, Roxanne. Wanna play rock, paper, scissors?
If I win, you let us reinsert ourselves
to our rightful place at the front of the line.
And if you win, you can toss us out from the whole event.
Why not? I ain't tossed you around enough today.
[dramatic music plays]
[knuckles cracking]
[teeth chattering]
Oh...
[trilling]
[beeps]
[wind blowing]
[both] Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
[James] Scissors!
[Roxanne] Rock!
You blew it!
[blues music plays]
Well, I guess I was right and you're incredibly stupid.
Yeah, James, what's wrong with you?
It was a good plan.
I knew that Roxanne knew that I knew that paper covers rock,
so I was expecting her to trick me by playing paper, which covers rock,
which is why I chose scissors, which cuts paper.
You don't understand
because I'm playing four-dimensional chess.
Yeah. Well, unfortunately, she was playing rock, paper, scissors.
Well, this is your fault for cutting us,
then pestering us with your kooky "I'm from the future" garbage.
Hey, if you don't want me to warn you with my knowledge of the future.
Oh, more about Professor Dumas?
No, that these slow-cooking human chefs are actually aliens
who are fattening you ancient Dirters up to eat you, then fine.
[gasps] Fattening us up to eat us?
Oh! I don't wanna get eaten by aliens!
Maybe praying mantises, but that's where I draw the line.
No, Max, stay. She's lying with that tinfoil-hat conspiracy theory.
I do not wear a tinfoil hat.
I have real technology to keep people from reading my mind.
And I'm not lying.
The ribs are meant to tenderize you from the inside,
so you'll be tender when they cook you up.
[screams]
You're just trying to freak out Max.
Well, you're in denial and you're keeping him from the truth.
Well, you're the one who tried to cut in line. [grunts]
[grunts] Well, you're the one who got us kicked out of line.
Because you're the one who tried to cut us. [grunts]
[both grunting]
[groans]
Stop!
I can't take hearing my best friend and someone I barely know,
but who has immense friend potential, angrily yell factual things at each other!
I-- I'm settling this once and for all.
How?
By sneaking into the back of that food stand
and either eating some ribs or getting eaten by aliens.
Tell the praying mantises that they're no longer my line.
Hey, where do you think you're--
Paper.
[gasps] Get it off, get it off, get it off!
I'm going after him.
Why? Because you believe me that he's in danger?
No, because I can't prove you wrong from out here.
Plus, he's totally line cutting, and I have to stop him.
Paper covers rock! Paper covers rock!
[chomps] Friends... [chomps] arguing.
[chomps] Ribs... [chomps] make better. [chomps]
[gasps]
[both] The ribs!
Save some for me!
[chomping]
[harp music plays]
[chuckles]
Wait. What am I doing?
If I eat these ribs, then I'm no better than those cutters upon whom I've frowned.
[dramatic music plays]
-[wind blowing] -[baby crying]
[grunts]
I would no longer be able to look at myself in a mirror.
Eh, who needs mirrors?
[chomps]
[suspenseful music plays]
Tweenagers? What are you doing back here?
[gasps] Max, it's the angry British chef!
[chuckles] Looks like our feast is starting early.
[both] Oh, yes, Chef! Thank you, Chef!
[growls]
[roars]
[all growl
See? Aliens.
Aliens!
Aliens?
Just 'cause they're giant talking bugs, doesn't mean they're from outer space.
Not buying it.
[gasps]
I knew you didn't come to eat ribs
because of Professor Dumas ruining the food future.
Still not lying.
[rattling]
Hm. Well, intruders, or should I say appetizers?
You have the honor of being the first to be eaten by us.
[snaps fingers]
Dripflong, Smorgplank, get them.
[both] Yes, Chef! Thank you, Chef!
[both gasp]
[both scream]
[mechanical whirring]
[chomps] Mmm! Mmm!
Whoa.
[both screaming]
Mmm, so juicy! [chomping]
[screams]
Huh? [grunts]
What are you doing?!
Eating.
How can you eat right now?
We're about to be devoured by British bugs
who may or may not be aliens!
Because I'm from the future.
I know what's going to happen.
Well, what happens?
You die.
If you don't admit I'm right.
Never!
-Okay. -[screams]
[dramatic music plays]
[snaps fingers]
[both] Yes, Chef! Thank you, Chef!
[chuckles] I'll start with the short, puffy one.
[screams]
-[growls] -James!
Wait, but I'm not all tender!
Please, just let me have some ribs!
Hm, you don't need ribs. You look like a puffy, tender marshmallow.
[growls]
[whimpers, screams]
[growling]
Okay. Okay, Echo. You were right.
You were right!
Cool.
[mechanical whirring]
Ow!
[wails]
[both wail]
[chomping]
Ow! Stop it!
[mechanical whirring]
Ow. I came here to eat, just like you.
Throgbort out.
[both] Oh, yes, Chef! Thank you, Chef!
[eerie music plays]
Still doesn't prove they're aliens.
[both] We're not dead!
[chomping]
Normally, I wouldn't high-five a line cutter, but...
Mm. Still not a line cutter.
I wouldn't even be here
if Professor Dumas hadn't ruined food for the rest of time.
-[chomping] -[mechanical whirring]
[laughs] All right, guys, let's eat!
-[Roxanne clears throat] -[all gasp]
[dramatic music plays]
You're not supposed to be back here.
Uh, wait a minute.
What if we play rock, paper, scissors again,
but this time, if I win, we get to finish this meal?
Huh, you're on.
[dramatic music plays]
[both] Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
[groans]
Seriously, what is wrong with you?
[dramatic music plays]
[man] Sausage!