03x09 - The Mother Of All Vreedles
Posted: 05/23/22 19:08
Oh, my, yes.
The great vault of Sulcus
is the most secure depository
in the galaxy.
[ Beep ]
Would you like to open
an account?
On what you might call
the contrary.
[ g*n clicks ]
I do believe
I'd like to close them all.
It's a stickup.
It's the Vreedle brothers!
Drop it, Vreedles!
You're outnumbered!
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Gametes 'n things
closes in half an hour!
M-m-ma Vreedle?
Yeah. Hi.
Can't really chat.
Gonna sh**t you all now,
steal the valuables,
make a clean getaway--
Like that.
We give up! Take the money!
Don't sh**t me!
I'm too young and witty to die!
That's smart.
You've got nothing to lose
by cooperating
but money
what ain't even yours.
Mm-hmm.
And your dignity and any sense
of trustworthiness.
Boid...
And probably your job.
Boid!
What?!
We're supposed to be
what you call
persuading him to cooperate.
That's okay.
That's what I was doing.
Pardon my boys.
They're what you call
half-baked.
She's alluding to the fact
that she made us
from a clone kit
way past its
"best if used by" date.
Ow!
I don't want you thinking
all of my kids are ugly
and stupid.
I popped out a good one
not too long ago.
Pretty boy!
There you are.
Aren't you mama's little,
little, little angel?
Yes, you are.
Mama's little angel.
[ All groan ]
See?
He's beautiful!
Now give me the loot!
[ Groans ]
Rhomboid Vreedle,
go out and collect
all the jewelry--
and find some more pillowcases!
Pbht!
So long, Sulcus!
[ Laughs ]
What?
We promised our daddy we was
going straight.
When we joined the plumbers,
we said we wasn't
gonna steal, k*ll,
and blow stuff up and whatnot.
Clearly, boid, we is what
you call "recidivated,"
which condition I impute to
mother love, for ma.
Boys! Turn right!
Mama's got to pick up
a few sundries.
Then we're going
to the sol system!
But, ma, boid and my's previous
sojourns to that location
were fraught with danger
and failures to repossess.
[ Crash! ]
Quit your back talk!
I said we're going to Earth.
Once again, NASA has reported
sighting an incoming meteor
heading straight for Earth
at unbelievable speed.
Scientists worry
that the impact could cause
major disruptions to climate.
Oh. Here we go.
Next thing you know,
they'll be using it
as an excuse to raise taxes!
[ Beep ]
Jetray!
About time you got here.
Kevin's scanner spotted
a bogey.
We were on our way
to intercept.
It's all over the tv,
Gwen-- Even the Toon channel.
I was wondering how
you heard about it.
[ Beep ]
Uh, t-t-t-this is
Magister Patelliday.
All p-plumbers in this sector,
respond immediately!
This is Ben Tennyson.
We're investigating an incoming
meteor.
It's not a meteor, son.
It's a spacecraft piloted by a
band of interplanetary bandits.
They're armed and extremely
reckless.
You mean "dangerous."
Which is why I kicked it to
you.
Patelliday out.
He's transmitting the
plumber's reports on this case.
Let's get a look at
these "ruthless K*llers."
Who's my pretty
boy?
Oh! That's right.
You're my pretty boy.
Ma Vreedle?
Ben and aah!
Where are you going?
The other direction.
Nobody messes with ma Vreedle.
As in octagon and
rhomboid Vreedle's mother?
Yep.
She anything like her
kids?
Less stupid, more
mean.
Are you...Afraid of
her?
Yeah.
Who's dumb enough not to be?
Aw, man.
After we're dead, don't say I
didn't warn you.
I'm Ben Tennyson--
The Ben Tennyson.
We need to talk.
Talk away.
I'm not here to cause trouble--
Just a mother looking for a nice
place to nest.
Do not trust her.
All I want's just
a little place to call home and
. billion cubic kilometers of
- saline.
What's - saline?
. % saltwater.
Like the ocean?
Doesn't sound like a problem.
I'd have to look it up,
but it sounds like she's after
all of it.
I'm going have to ask
you to leave.
Here we go.
I suppose I could
just go find somewhere else to
nest.
Or...
Boys!
Blast them out of the sky!
With blithe pleasure.
Ah! Stick's dead!
[ Electricity crackles ]
We got this, Ben!
Spidermonkey: Spidermonkey!
[ Chitters ]
Like water-skiing without the
water.
[ Chitters ]
Or the skis.
Did we do you proud, ma?
You did okay.
Isn't that right, pretty boy?
Is pretty boy a good boy?
[ Both groan ]
Be on the lookout for a
suitable archipelago.
Well, maybe it's past them
little islands.
Yeah, boid. Could be.
[ Beep ]
Ultimate Spidermonkey:
Ultimate spider monkey!
We got a
stowaway!
[ Moans ]
That's okay,
pretty boy.
Mama's gonna b*at that monkey
until he's a bag of monkey
juice.
Yes, she is. Yes, she is.
Hey!
Ooh! That's nasty, monkey.
Ultimate Spidermonkey: No!
[ Groans ]
[ Both gasp ]
[ Grunts ]
There's Ben!
[ Groans ]
I love this
planet.
It's juicy!
Seems like I been stealing and
swiping forever.
But now mama's ready to clone!
It's gonna take every drop of
seawater they got on this
planet, but it's worth it-- to
me, I mean.
How many brothers is we gonna
get, ma?
About or ...
Hundred billion.
[ Gasps ]
[ Munching ]
These prefab cloning
factories don't take but a speck
of time to assemble.
That there's your best value.
Quit jawing and
keep working!
Pbht! Keep working.
Your older
brothers came from a bad batch.
Yes, they did!
They came from a bad batch.
But when I stole
some fresh mix and made you, I
learned my lesson.
If you just follow the
instructions, they come out
beautiful!
Beautiful!
But kids cost a
lot-- Not just the cloning,
either.
You got to feed them,
"edumacate" 'em...
[ Burps ]
There's tutoring,
pianny lessons, 'cause you got
to figure a couple billion of
them is gonna be gifted, just
like a couple billion is gonna
breathe in seawater and drown.
That's what you might call a
bell curve.
Back to work!
Now mama's got her career
marauding and plundering and she
got the family she always
wanted.
It's true!
With careful planning, a girl
can have it all!
Let her rip, boys!
Here come the seawater!
There go the clone batter!
Mama just made
the perfect little angel.
Little angel.
Mama just made
the perfect little angel again!
Little angel.
[ Panting ]
This is aerobic.
[ Grunts ] For me, too.
Don't know how much longer I can
hold it.
[ Both gasp ]
[ Gasps ]
Close enough.
[ Both breathing heavily ]
Don't move a muscle, not even
a twitch.
Dang it, boid!
We aims to blast 'em, so
flexation is what you call
"immaterial."
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
You can't sneak up on me.
I'm a mother!
Aah!
[ Groans ]
I call these my
apron strings.
It's getting late, Tennyson.
Aah!
[ g*n cocks ]
Time for mama to
put you down.
Pbht!
All: Pbht!
[ Grunting ]
As you can see, ma has
already began to infest the
universe with
pretty boy Vreedles.
[ g*nshots ]
Here! [ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
Sadly, octagon's right.
We was a bad batch.
Aaaah!
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
I got one.
You're supposed to be
plumbers now.
I thought you two were better
than this.
Begging your pardon, but we
ain't never been better than
anything.
[ Grunts ]
All: Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!
[ Crash! ]
As much as I would like to
see precisely how a pretty boy
blows up--
You're right.
Ma would never forgive us.
[ Grunting ]
This is what you
get for interfering with my
healthy nesting instinct.
Wait!
Are you recording this?
What's that, now?
A video of the birth--
Births-- As a keepsake?
That'd have been
nice.
Wish I'd have brung my camera.
Oh, well.
I've got a camera-- in
my watch.
What kind of mother doesn't want
a video of her kids' birth?
Is that
important?
You have to show them
where they came from, or they'll
grow up with, uh, no sense of
self.
Did promise
myself this batch was gonna be
gentlemen thieves.
Hi, little angels!
This is your mama on the day you
was born.
Wait.
I'll give you a cue.
[ Clears throat ]
[ Beep ]
Big chill: Big chill!
You tricked me!
Big chill: You just getting
that now?
The apple really doesn't fall
far from the tree.
[ Grunting ]
Come out, missy, before your
friend gets disincorporated.
Family first, they says.
We're family, too.
We're all plumbers.
Ain't that nice?!
[ Chuckles ]
Ain't it?
On the contrary, rhomboid.
We now got us a dilemma, between
what you call filial duty and
the more fraternal type.
That's it.
Who's your real family-- An
intergalactic order of
peacekeepers or a bunch of
pretty boys?
[ Grunting ]
What was that for?!
I was trying for a
non sequitur and went too far.
Rhomboid, this is one of them
rare problems that can't be
solved with v*olence.
Oh, no!
It's nature versus nurture
what lies in the crux of the
issue.
I don't want none of either!
[ g*nshots ]
Octagon!
Rhomboid!
Come step on this moth!
Aw, ma!
We is locked in mortal combat!
Do what you're
told, 'fore I eradicate your
sorry hides.
[ Laughs ]
I don't need you anyway.
The new models are out!
[ Beeping ]
Ma tried to blow us up!
Which seems somewhat uncalled
for.
What are you gonna do
about it?
Yeah.
What are you-- A man or a
Vreedle?
We don't get the reference.
[ Groans ]
I ain't so dumb as to blow up my
own works!
Big chill: You're dumb enough
that it was worth a sh*t.
Wait! I'm a mother, too.
You are?
Big chill: Yes.
So I know how you must feel.
Oh, yeah?
Where are your kids?!
Big chill: I don't know--
In deep space somewhere.
That's probably not the best
example.
But I understand.
You want to see your kids
succeed, to go further than you
did, to...
Ohh! Ahh! Ohh.
No more playing
on my sympathies, of which I
don't have much, anyway.
All: No sympathy.
No sympathy. No sympathy.
No sympathy.
You know what
else?
Pulped Necrofriggians make the
best baby food.
You boys look like you got
something to say.
Put the baby down and kick it
over to me.
What I believe rhomboid meant
to say, ma, is you done brought
us up to live by a code.
No, I didn't.
Well, then, pa?
[ Scoffs ]
Doubt it.
Well, somewhealong the
way, we acquired a code.
And the offing of a whole planet
don't rightly reconcile with
said code.
You're telling me
that I can't k*ll billion
strangers to make
hundred billion Vreedles?
What kind of justice is that?
I don't rightly know.
Nunh-Unh.
This may require further
research.
What does the policeman
say?
Both: You're under arrest!
My own sons turn
on me?
Ow!
I'll murderlize
every last one of you!
Then I'll murderlize your
wretched pa!
And then I'll murderlize
everybody you know!
Ma, you are overreacting
considerable.
I'm
overreacting?!
I'm overreacting?!
That strikes one as ironic,
right there.
You misbegotten
traitors!
Octagon and rhomboid Vreedle,
how could you turn on your own
mother?
Well, pa always said there's
more than one side to a Vreedle.
Pbht!
That's the last of
them.
We'll see that they're
brought up in the appropriate
orphanage.
[ Burps ]
Or zoo.
I trust you fine folks will
forget what you seen here.
What?
I didn't see anything.
Me neither.
We broke our oath of service
to the plumbers and tried to
help our mama commit genocide.
I swear, boid, your uptake
leaves much to be desired.
At any rate, my brother and I
thank you for overlooking what
one might call a temporary lapse
into our old brand of
peccadillo.
Family stuff can get
complicated.
Oh, yeah.
No question.
Let's go.
And I would have
gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't
for my meddling kids!
You're grounded!
You're all grounded!
Boid, this is gonna require
one boatload of therapy.
The great vault of Sulcus
is the most secure depository
in the galaxy.
[ Beep ]
Would you like to open
an account?
On what you might call
the contrary.
[ g*n clicks ]
I do believe
I'd like to close them all.
It's a stickup.
It's the Vreedle brothers!
Drop it, Vreedles!
You're outnumbered!
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Gametes 'n things
closes in half an hour!
M-m-ma Vreedle?
Yeah. Hi.
Can't really chat.
Gonna sh**t you all now,
steal the valuables,
make a clean getaway--
Like that.
We give up! Take the money!
Don't sh**t me!
I'm too young and witty to die!
That's smart.
You've got nothing to lose
by cooperating
but money
what ain't even yours.
Mm-hmm.
And your dignity and any sense
of trustworthiness.
Boid...
And probably your job.
Boid!
What?!
We're supposed to be
what you call
persuading him to cooperate.
That's okay.
That's what I was doing.
Pardon my boys.
They're what you call
half-baked.
She's alluding to the fact
that she made us
from a clone kit
way past its
"best if used by" date.
Ow!
I don't want you thinking
all of my kids are ugly
and stupid.
I popped out a good one
not too long ago.
Pretty boy!
There you are.
Aren't you mama's little,
little, little angel?
Yes, you are.
Mama's little angel.
[ All groan ]
See?
He's beautiful!
Now give me the loot!
[ Groans ]
Rhomboid Vreedle,
go out and collect
all the jewelry--
and find some more pillowcases!
Pbht!
So long, Sulcus!
[ Laughs ]
What?
We promised our daddy we was
going straight.
When we joined the plumbers,
we said we wasn't
gonna steal, k*ll,
and blow stuff up and whatnot.
Clearly, boid, we is what
you call "recidivated,"
which condition I impute to
mother love, for ma.
Boys! Turn right!
Mama's got to pick up
a few sundries.
Then we're going
to the sol system!
But, ma, boid and my's previous
sojourns to that location
were fraught with danger
and failures to repossess.
[ Crash! ]
Quit your back talk!
I said we're going to Earth.
Once again, NASA has reported
sighting an incoming meteor
heading straight for Earth
at unbelievable speed.
Scientists worry
that the impact could cause
major disruptions to climate.
Oh. Here we go.
Next thing you know,
they'll be using it
as an excuse to raise taxes!
[ Beep ]
Jetray!
About time you got here.
Kevin's scanner spotted
a bogey.
We were on our way
to intercept.
It's all over the tv,
Gwen-- Even the Toon channel.
I was wondering how
you heard about it.
[ Beep ]
Uh, t-t-t-this is
Magister Patelliday.
All p-plumbers in this sector,
respond immediately!
This is Ben Tennyson.
We're investigating an incoming
meteor.
It's not a meteor, son.
It's a spacecraft piloted by a
band of interplanetary bandits.
They're armed and extremely
reckless.
You mean "dangerous."
Which is why I kicked it to
you.
Patelliday out.
He's transmitting the
plumber's reports on this case.
Let's get a look at
these "ruthless K*llers."
Who's my pretty
boy?
Oh! That's right.
You're my pretty boy.
Ma Vreedle?
Ben and aah!
Where are you going?
The other direction.
Nobody messes with ma Vreedle.
As in octagon and
rhomboid Vreedle's mother?
Yep.
She anything like her
kids?
Less stupid, more
mean.
Are you...Afraid of
her?
Yeah.
Who's dumb enough not to be?
Aw, man.
After we're dead, don't say I
didn't warn you.
I'm Ben Tennyson--
The Ben Tennyson.
We need to talk.
Talk away.
I'm not here to cause trouble--
Just a mother looking for a nice
place to nest.
Do not trust her.
All I want's just
a little place to call home and
. billion cubic kilometers of
- saline.
What's - saline?
. % saltwater.
Like the ocean?
Doesn't sound like a problem.
I'd have to look it up,
but it sounds like she's after
all of it.
I'm going have to ask
you to leave.
Here we go.
I suppose I could
just go find somewhere else to
nest.
Or...
Boys!
Blast them out of the sky!
With blithe pleasure.
Ah! Stick's dead!
[ Electricity crackles ]
We got this, Ben!
Spidermonkey: Spidermonkey!
[ Chitters ]
Like water-skiing without the
water.
[ Chitters ]
Or the skis.
Did we do you proud, ma?
You did okay.
Isn't that right, pretty boy?
Is pretty boy a good boy?
[ Both groan ]
Be on the lookout for a
suitable archipelago.
Well, maybe it's past them
little islands.
Yeah, boid. Could be.
[ Beep ]
Ultimate Spidermonkey:
Ultimate spider monkey!
We got a
stowaway!
[ Moans ]
That's okay,
pretty boy.
Mama's gonna b*at that monkey
until he's a bag of monkey
juice.
Yes, she is. Yes, she is.
Hey!
Ooh! That's nasty, monkey.
Ultimate Spidermonkey: No!
[ Groans ]
[ Both gasp ]
[ Grunts ]
There's Ben!
[ Groans ]
I love this
planet.
It's juicy!
Seems like I been stealing and
swiping forever.
But now mama's ready to clone!
It's gonna take every drop of
seawater they got on this
planet, but it's worth it-- to
me, I mean.
How many brothers is we gonna
get, ma?
About or ...
Hundred billion.
[ Gasps ]
[ Munching ]
These prefab cloning
factories don't take but a speck
of time to assemble.
That there's your best value.
Quit jawing and
keep working!
Pbht! Keep working.
Your older
brothers came from a bad batch.
Yes, they did!
They came from a bad batch.
But when I stole
some fresh mix and made you, I
learned my lesson.
If you just follow the
instructions, they come out
beautiful!
Beautiful!
But kids cost a
lot-- Not just the cloning,
either.
You got to feed them,
"edumacate" 'em...
[ Burps ]
There's tutoring,
pianny lessons, 'cause you got
to figure a couple billion of
them is gonna be gifted, just
like a couple billion is gonna
breathe in seawater and drown.
That's what you might call a
bell curve.
Back to work!
Now mama's got her career
marauding and plundering and she
got the family she always
wanted.
It's true!
With careful planning, a girl
can have it all!
Let her rip, boys!
Here come the seawater!
There go the clone batter!
Mama just made
the perfect little angel.
Little angel.
Mama just made
the perfect little angel again!
Little angel.
[ Panting ]
This is aerobic.
[ Grunts ] For me, too.
Don't know how much longer I can
hold it.
[ Both gasp ]
[ Gasps ]
Close enough.
[ Both breathing heavily ]
Don't move a muscle, not even
a twitch.
Dang it, boid!
We aims to blast 'em, so
flexation is what you call
"immaterial."
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
You can't sneak up on me.
I'm a mother!
Aah!
[ Groans ]
I call these my
apron strings.
It's getting late, Tennyson.
Aah!
[ g*n cocks ]
Time for mama to
put you down.
Pbht!
All: Pbht!
[ Grunting ]
As you can see, ma has
already began to infest the
universe with
pretty boy Vreedles.
[ g*nshots ]
Here! [ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
Sadly, octagon's right.
We was a bad batch.
Aaaah!
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
I got one.
You're supposed to be
plumbers now.
I thought you two were better
than this.
Begging your pardon, but we
ain't never been better than
anything.
[ Grunts ]
All: Pbht! Pbht! Pbht!
[ Crash! ]
As much as I would like to
see precisely how a pretty boy
blows up--
You're right.
Ma would never forgive us.
[ Grunting ]
This is what you
get for interfering with my
healthy nesting instinct.
Wait!
Are you recording this?
What's that, now?
A video of the birth--
Births-- As a keepsake?
That'd have been
nice.
Wish I'd have brung my camera.
Oh, well.
I've got a camera-- in
my watch.
What kind of mother doesn't want
a video of her kids' birth?
Is that
important?
You have to show them
where they came from, or they'll
grow up with, uh, no sense of
self.
Did promise
myself this batch was gonna be
gentlemen thieves.
Hi, little angels!
This is your mama on the day you
was born.
Wait.
I'll give you a cue.
[ Clears throat ]
[ Beep ]
Big chill: Big chill!
You tricked me!
Big chill: You just getting
that now?
The apple really doesn't fall
far from the tree.
[ Grunting ]
Come out, missy, before your
friend gets disincorporated.
Family first, they says.
We're family, too.
We're all plumbers.
Ain't that nice?!
[ Chuckles ]
Ain't it?
On the contrary, rhomboid.
We now got us a dilemma, between
what you call filial duty and
the more fraternal type.
That's it.
Who's your real family-- An
intergalactic order of
peacekeepers or a bunch of
pretty boys?
[ Grunting ]
What was that for?!
I was trying for a
non sequitur and went too far.
Rhomboid, this is one of them
rare problems that can't be
solved with v*olence.
Oh, no!
It's nature versus nurture
what lies in the crux of the
issue.
I don't want none of either!
[ g*nshots ]
Octagon!
Rhomboid!
Come step on this moth!
Aw, ma!
We is locked in mortal combat!
Do what you're
told, 'fore I eradicate your
sorry hides.
[ Laughs ]
I don't need you anyway.
The new models are out!
[ Beeping ]
Ma tried to blow us up!
Which seems somewhat uncalled
for.
What are you gonna do
about it?
Yeah.
What are you-- A man or a
Vreedle?
We don't get the reference.
[ Groans ]
I ain't so dumb as to blow up my
own works!
Big chill: You're dumb enough
that it was worth a sh*t.
Wait! I'm a mother, too.
You are?
Big chill: Yes.
So I know how you must feel.
Oh, yeah?
Where are your kids?!
Big chill: I don't know--
In deep space somewhere.
That's probably not the best
example.
But I understand.
You want to see your kids
succeed, to go further than you
did, to...
Ohh! Ahh! Ohh.
No more playing
on my sympathies, of which I
don't have much, anyway.
All: No sympathy.
No sympathy. No sympathy.
No sympathy.
You know what
else?
Pulped Necrofriggians make the
best baby food.
You boys look like you got
something to say.
Put the baby down and kick it
over to me.
What I believe rhomboid meant
to say, ma, is you done brought
us up to live by a code.
No, I didn't.
Well, then, pa?
[ Scoffs ]
Doubt it.
Well, somewhealong the
way, we acquired a code.
And the offing of a whole planet
don't rightly reconcile with
said code.
You're telling me
that I can't k*ll billion
strangers to make
hundred billion Vreedles?
What kind of justice is that?
I don't rightly know.
Nunh-Unh.
This may require further
research.
What does the policeman
say?
Both: You're under arrest!
My own sons turn
on me?
Ow!
I'll murderlize
every last one of you!
Then I'll murderlize your
wretched pa!
And then I'll murderlize
everybody you know!
Ma, you are overreacting
considerable.
I'm
overreacting?!
I'm overreacting?!
That strikes one as ironic,
right there.
You misbegotten
traitors!
Octagon and rhomboid Vreedle,
how could you turn on your own
mother?
Well, pa always said there's
more than one side to a Vreedle.
Pbht!
That's the last of
them.
We'll see that they're
brought up in the appropriate
orphanage.
[ Burps ]
Or zoo.
I trust you fine folks will
forget what you seen here.
What?
I didn't see anything.
Me neither.
We broke our oath of service
to the plumbers and tried to
help our mama commit genocide.
I swear, boid, your uptake
leaves much to be desired.
At any rate, my brother and I
thank you for overlooking what
one might call a temporary lapse
into our old brand of
peccadillo.
Family stuff can get
complicated.
Oh, yeah.
No question.
Let's go.
And I would have
gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't
for my meddling kids!
You're grounded!
You're all grounded!
Boid, this is gonna require
one boatload of therapy.