01x49 - Role Models

[bunniefuu]

Grr!

[sighs]

Ugh.
This heatwave is too... hot.

What's a stronger word than hot?

Knuckles.
I'm a stronger word than hot.

Maybe this will help.

We are suffering in this heat
and you have a fan?

-Let's take it from her!
-I was gonna share it.

Oh. Never mind, then.

[all groan]

-We're gonna need a bigger fan.
-How about that one?

Theoretically, that could work,

but using it inside would be
both impractical and dangerous.

So, if we seal all the windows

then systematically open
the highest--

Or just giant fan!

[all] Whoa!

This is kinda what I meant
by impractical and dangerous!

Turn it off!

Whoa!
Oh! I almost crashed into Amy.

Ooh, cake!

I'll get you, my pretty.

[ET theme]

Ah! Everyone OK?

Yeah.

Everyone wanna do that again?

Yeah!

Whoa!

This heat is more oppressive
than my father.

You could turn on
the air conditioning.

Or I could
melt you down for scrap!

My electric bills are sky high.

What with all my inventions,
monitors, the toaster.

Not to mention the robots,
or the other toaster.

So, fan harder!

In the interest of preserving
our mechanical backs,

might I suggest an energy source
that's plentiful, safe and free?

-Coal?
-I was thinking solar.

Solar power? That's crazy.

Just crazy enough
to get this story started!

-You can stop fanning me.
-[sighs of relief]

And start installing
solar panels on my roof!

[drilling]

Great idea, Orbot.
This is much less work.

By the way, I'm being sarcastic.

[sarcastic]
Really? I had no idea.

You didn't?

Finally!

[screams]

My solar panels are generating
even more power than I need.

Way to go, me! Also, the sun.

But what to do
with all the extra power?

I know!
I'll supercharge my robots

and send them
on a mission of destruction!

That's constructive!

Must... get... ice... cream...

Nooooooooo!

Hey, look! An ice-cream cart!

No refunds!

We should've gone to the mirage.

Incoming!

These robots are supercharged!

Beaverton, I'm quite proud to
have been elected to the board

of the Archipelago
Home Owners' Association.

My first official act
will be to make sure

next year's victory dinner
isn't held in this rat hole.

"If found, return to Dr Eggman,
, Lair Boulevard."

He keeps those robots
in his lair?

Mail's here.
And someone got a letter

from the Archipelago
Home Owners' Association.

-Who?
-What do those rule-loving

-rule lovers want?
-"It has come to our attention

that you are keeping robots
on your premises,

which is a direct contravention
of bylaw CRM- .

You must vacate all robots
immediately or face eviction."

They want to throw me
out of my lair?

How can they be so evil?

There's only one way
to fight this. I'll charm them!

Don't you think menacing them
would be more effective?

I'll menace you!

We'll invite those stuffed
shirts over for a lovely dinner

and prove once and for all
that there are no robots here.

But there are robots here.

Aah! Where?

I'm painfully aware of that.
We'll have to hide them.

[strains]

I'm gonna cool off in the water.

[groans] Another mirage.

Are you a mirage?

We interrupt
this public domain music

for some important exposition.

A rainstorm is on its way
to finally break this heatwave.

Looks like
I'm out of the mirage business.

-[door bell rings]
-Oh! Our guests are here!

Get back in there!

If they see a single robot here,
I'll be lairless!

I'm sure that was nothing.

Welcome, fine gentlemen

of the Archipelago
Home Owners' Association.

-Well, I never!
-Oh, I'm sorry, madam.

I didn't recognise you
with such a clean shave.

Come in. Come in.

[shrieks]

I'm terribly sorry, I have
no idea how that happened.

-You pressed a button.
-No, I didn't.

Let's eat!

-You're hurting us.
-No, I'm not.

-Who wants a shrimp puff?
-I do.

No, you don't. I mean,
here, have the whole tray.

Dr Eggman,
it has come to our attention

that you keep robots
on the premises.

What? No. No.
My robots, uh, commute to work!

And believe you me,
that's not cheap.

That's the oven timer!

What? He's bringing more food.

-What's going on out there?
-Nothing. Nothing.

A minor earthquake.

That's the price we pay
for this beautiful weather.

Do you require some assistance?

No!

What is the meaning of this?

I wanted to show you my new rug.
Like it? I got it at a store.

-[banging on door]
-Argh!

And how about a little music?

[waltz comes on]

[music gets louder]

I say, that's a bit loud,
don't you think?

-[shouting] What?
-The music! It's too loud!

That's my new sound system.
Like it? I got it at a store!

Care to dance?

[shrieks]

[increasingly frantic squeals]

-[bang]
-What was that?

My soufflé!

Argh!

Sometimes I wish Meh Burger
was a mirage.

Uh, guys...

Incoming!

Outgoing? What's Egghead up to?

I know this looks bad,
but I can explain.

How rude!

You come to my lair for dinner
empty-handed

-and you call me rude?
-Hold it, Eggymo' beggy.

What? Think it's easy coming
up with new ones all the time?

Oh, goody,
everyone I despise is here.

Robots, att*ck!

Oh, right.
The malfunctioning thing.

Dr Eggman, you are hereby
evicted from this lair.

No! Please,
don't make me leave my lair.

I can't be evil in a condo!

Then you'll have to
get rid of all your robots.

I can't. They're more
than just machines of selfish,

unmotivated conquest,
destruction and chaos.

They're... they're... my art.

Hmm. Art, you say?

That's something else
altogether.

Wait. What?
You're not actually buying this?

According to CRM- ,

subparagraph ,

art is acceptable,

provided it's not
displayed on your lawn.

I'd never do that!

Good people of the Archipelago
Home Owners' Association,

I agree to your extortion
and I bid you good night.

[sighs]

Well, our work here is done.

Good luck with the cleanup,
Egg... man.

-That didn't come out right.
-[chuckles] Eggman. I get it.

-This is gonna be a long night.
-[crashing]

My soufflé!

[crashing continues]