Star Kid (1997)

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(narrator) One year ago,
a powerful Broodwarrior invasion force

att*cked the planet Trelkas.

(speaks alien language)

(narrator) The Trelkins,
a tiny, peaceful race, fought bravely,

but they were no match
for their ruthless enemies.

They soon faced extinction.

In a desperate effort to save their people,

Trelkin scientists
constructed a secret w*apon

which they hoped
would turn the tide of battle.

But time was running out.

(speaks alien language)

- (boy ♪ ) What did I do?
- (boy ♪ ) You're trespassing!

This is my side of the blacktop.
I didn't hear you ask permission to cross.

I gotta ask permission?

Just because you're new,
you think you can do what you want?

- No, I didn't know.
- You didn't know?

Ignorance of the law is no excuse.

Court is now in session.
How do you plead?

- What are you doing?
- I said, how do you plead?

- Guilty. I won't go on your side again.
- Wrong!

You don't go anywhere on the blacktop.
From now on, you eat on the girls' side.

Saved your place.

He looked like he was
going to toss his cookies.

Jeez, talk about attention
deficit disorder.

Uh-Oh.

You are USDA Choice dead meat.

That's enough.
What's going on here? Huh?

- Manfred?
- (laughter)

No, really, I'd like a response.

We were just fooling around, that's all.

Spencer?

Yeah. Just messing around.

(bell rings)

OK. Everybody, back inside.

This isn't the first time you've pulled this
kind of thing, but it better be the last.

- Are you OK?
- I'll live.

- (girl) You're kidding.
- Somebody likes you.

- Oh, you're stylin'.
- Yeah, right.

(bell rings)

(woman) OK, this pretty guy generates
a stream of acid in his abdomen.

He fires this stuff at his predators.

- Think of it as a really gnarly fart.
- (laughter)

All right. Now, we all know
bats use echolocation. Remember?

They emit an ultrahigh-pitched squeal,
then listen for the sound waves

to bounce off things
it wants to chow down on.

OK? In this case,
Mr Tiger Moth comes along. Yum.

Only problem is,
he emits his own clicking sound,

which jams the bat's radar so badly,
the bat thinks the tiger moth disappeared.

(bell rings)

And it's time for you to disappear,
so disappear. I'll see you tomorrow.

Don't forget your stuff.

MidKnight Warrior.

He's awesome, especially the last issue.

Radical chromium cover. Do you have it?

Uh-huh.

Well... see you.

No, no, no.

Spence, would you hang out with me
a sec? I need a hand with something.

Sure.

I used to be scared to death of spiders.

Hold still now.

Huh. Wow.

Yeah. I almost fainted once when a little
garden spider crawled into my bedroom.

Huh. Wow.

Yeah. I told my dad about it,
and you know what he did?

Uh-uh.

He bought me a tarantula,
just like Leo G there.

He knew I'd have to change its water. That
meant sticking my hand in the terrarium.

If I didn't give him water, he would die.

My dad figured I couldn't let that happen,
even to a spider.

He was right.
I stuck my hand in that terrarium.

Oh, that first time,
oh, man, I was so scared.

But you know what? It got easier. Pretty
soon, I wasn't even scared any more.

In fact, I got so into spiders,
I started studying about them,

and I found science, and I became
the world's greatest science teacher.

- Cool.
- Thank you.

OK. There you go, Leo G.

Good as new.

The point is, if you run away from
the things you're scared of,

it doesn't get any better.
The fear doesn't go away.

In fact, it just gets worse. Trust me.

It kind of doesn't matter, you know,
whether it's bullies or spiders or...

girls.

OK?

- Thanks, Miss Holloway.
- Yeah, any time.

- Hi, Mr Nelson.
- Hi, Janine.

Face your fears.

So, you like MidKnight Warrior?

So, you like MidKnight Warrior?

So, you like MidKnight Warrior?
So, you like MidKnight Warrior?

- The kid in science?
- I think his name is Doc.

He's a total dork.

Hi.

What about the fair tonight?
I hear it's gonna be a geek convention.

I wouldn't mind doing the fair.

- She's so beautiful.
- I don't believe this.

Know what happened to the last guy
that tried to take me on?

He gets his food through a plastic tube.

- Let go!
- Where were we?

Oh, yeah. I was about to kick your butt.

Argh!

- (boy) Nice one. points.
- Didn't even tap him.

Hey, maybe...

I'm going to tear your arms off!

- (flies buzz)
- (Manfred) You're dead!

- Come on, guys, over here.
- (boy) I think he went that way.

(gasps for breath)

Ugh!

(flies buzz)

(car horn)

Spence, I told you to wait for me
if I was late.

I waited forever.
Next time, I'll bring food and water.

Come on. Julie. Julie, hi, it's Roland.

OK.

Have you been playing in the garbage?
No, no, not you, Tom.

What's the story? Uh-huh.

Tomorrow morning?

No, it's no problem. I just have to swing
by the office to output the renderings.

Uh-huh. No.
I know you're counting on me, Tom.

And listen, if you're ever letdown,
it won't be by me, OK?

All right. Bye-bye.

(sighs)

- I'm afraid you and Stacey will have to...
- Order pizza.

I'm sorry, buddy,
but first couple of months on the new job,

I have to make a good impression.

OK?

- Stacey...
- Dad, you're not listening to me.

I can't baby-sit the scab juice tonight.

- Really? Why not?
- Kevin's picking me up in minutes.

- Kevin? Who's Kevin?
- Knock, knock.

The guy I've been going out with
for the last two weeks.

Whatever. I don't have time for this now.
You'll have to reschedule.

Reschedule? Dad,
this isn't a conference call, it's a date!

(Qfoans)

(f door opens)

Little survival tip - stay out of my way!

(swoosh)

Whoa.

Knock, knock. I'm not allowed guys over
unless my dad is physically in the house.

I mean, come on.
That isn't, like, headline news, OK?

Kevin. No. I cannot sneak out.
You know that. No.

No, I cannot lock him up and leave.

Spencer, what are you doing here?

Oh, my...

Weird.

What is this?

(speaks alien language)

- Hello?
- (garbled speech)

Hello?

- You can talk?
- You can talk?

- Of course I can talk.
- Of course I can talk.

- Cut it out.
- Cut it out.

Language data reoriented to English.

Member, West Germanic group
of Germanic subfamily

of the lndo-European family
of Earth languages.

Proceed with query.

- Are you, like, an alien creature?
- Nonfactual.

I am not biotic in origin.

- A robot?
- Partially factual.

I am not designed for independent motion.

- A biotic host is required.
- Biotic host?

Generally, an advanced life form
requiring transport.

Do you require transport?

- Transport where?
- Please amplify query.

OK. I require transport.

(whirring)

Uti I ise access ram p.

Ready to accept biotic host.

- I'm supposed to climb up?
- That is the generally accepted method.

Well...

I guess my life can't get much worse.

Whoa! What are you doing? Let me go!

Let me go!

Argh!

Nu'.!

Let me go!

Somebody! Help!

Let me go. I'm an advanced life form,
and I'm giving you an order!

Cyborsuit entry complete.

Activating viewscreen array.

- Activating neural interceptors.
- What? Neural what?

- Commencing with synaptic interception.
- What? Wait.

I want to know
if this is going to hurt. Argh!

Activating motion drivers.

(Spencer) What's happening?

OK.

OK, take it easy.

HEY-

It does what I do. How is this happening?

Cerebral interface intercepts
and interprets biotic host brain signals.

Intense.

OK. Let's see how you do with feet.

Check it out. I'm Shaquille O'Neal.

Whoa. Whoa.

OK, OK. Tum, tum.

(cyborsuil) Please exercise caution.

(Spencer) This is easy.
I take a step, you take a step.

Ladies and gentlemen, he can walk.

This is way cool.

Adjusting thermal environment.

Tum it off! Tum it off!

Actuated.

What are you trying to do, boil me?

Biotic host requested
temperature adjustment.

"Cool" doesn't mean "cool". It means...

- Just forget it.
- Erasing memory.

No! Don't erase anything.

Erasure aborted.

Thank you.

I think it's time for a test-drive.

I could get used to this.
What did you say you were?

My full classification
is a phase one close-as*ault cyborsuit.

as*ault? You mean like in fighting?

Factual. My primary function
is combat enhancement.

Combat enhancement?

- (Manfred) Yeah!
- (Loud rock music plays)

(Manfred) Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah'. Whoa-hon'.!

(Manfred whoops)

Kid's gonna drive me to drink.

- (Manfred) Yeah!
- (Loud rock music continues)

Turbo!

Hey!

(horn blares)

I told you not to fool around
in the customers' cars.

- Just a few more minutes, Dad.
- Now!

- Dad, just a few minutes.
- Now. I don't want to have to come back.

"Just one kid", she says. "We can handle
one kid. No problem." Right.

(loud rock music plays)

Yeah!

There's the green flag!
Turbo moves out in front.

(imitates engine)

Taking the curve at . Yeah!
Anybody t*nk?

No. He totals the car.

HEY-

What?

What?

What them?

(screams)

What them?

(screams)

(continues to scream)

- What's happening?
- (hums circus music)

Now the free-flying Turbo!

(Qfoans)

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Huh?

- Who are you?
- There is no escape, earthling.

What? Get away from me!

What do you want?

Your brain.

Dad!

(screams)

Help!

It doesn't get any better than this.

- Going somewhere?
- No! No, please.

You are USAD...

No, USDA.

Er... USDA Choice dead meat.

Don't take my brain! I can get you
lots of brains! Leave me alone!

Don't! No! Come on, please!

Oh, no!

Don't!

(Qfoans)

Ugh, disgusting!

Crap.

(Spencer) Slam dunk.

I bet he moves to another country.

Going up. Whoa!

Hello, Crystal Bluff.

There's a new kid in town.

Let's see. Who else should I abuse?

Why did biotic host not destroy enemy?

Come on. I didn't want to destroy him,
I just wanted to, you know, scare him.

- For what purpose?
- For fun.

Amplify fun.

Um... Fun is doing something
that makes you feel good.

Like watching Turbo crap his pants.
Something that makes you laugh.

Amplify laugh.

What you do when something's funny.

Uh, like, uh...

- What do you call a cow with no feet?
- Insufficient data.

(imitates buzzer) Wrong.
Ground beef. Get it?

That was a joke.

You're supposed to laugh at this point.

- Some laughter would be good.
- Laughter?

You know, "hee hee hee,
ha ha ha, ho ho ho"?

- Get it now?
- I am not...

(alarm blares)

- (Spencer) Hey! Hey, what is that?
- Power overload. expl*si*n imminent.

expl*si*n? What expl*si*n?

(alarm stops)

You scared the crap out of me.
Why did you do that?

For fun.

(laughs)

I have mastered the concept of fun.

(laughs)

- (woman on TV) Argh!
- (man) Is that me gold?

- (woman) What the hell are you?
- (man) I'm a leprechaun, me dean.

(woman) Here.

(rustling outside)

- Kevin, what are you doing here?
- Come outside.

- No, I can't. I told you already.
- Come on, just for a second. Hurry up.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

I picked it up this afternoon.

Paid for it and everything.
I've been saving for a while.

Brand new?

It's pre-owned. You want to go for a ride?

I can't. I told you,
I'm baby-sitting the fungus.

Come on. Just go around the block.

No one will know you're gone.
I want to break it in with you.

(Spencer) Well, this is the fall fair.
She's in there somewhere.

(cyborsuil) Biotic host seeks to mate
with Michelle Eberhardt?

Mate? Please.
I don't want to mate with her.

I just like her, that's all.
If I could talk to her, I'd tell her.

Why can Earth biotic
not communicate with female biotic?

- Because I'm a chicken.
- Nonfactual.

A chicken is a widely domesticated
Earth fowl.

I know what a chicken looks like.
I mean I'm too scared to talk to her.

I tense up. It's a malfunction.

Then what is our mission here?

- I just want to see what she's doing, OK?
- OK.

(Spencer) Maybe this is a bad idea.
I don't see her anywhere.

Whoops. Better stay low.

- So this is Earth biotic mating ritual?
- You used the m-word again.

Definitely a bad idea.
We'll never find her in all this.

Cool. How did you do that?

(cyborsuil) Neural interceptor interprets
biotic host's cerebral synapses.

- You read my mind?
- Factual. The image is targeted.

Graphic analysis in progress.

All bio-forms now being scanned.

(man) We've been over this.
What is your problem?

(woman) I'm tired of this.

- (cyborsuil) Target acquired.
- Chill. We're not gonna blow her away.

- I don't want myself cloned.
- What about you, Mika?

- What do you wanna be?
- I wish to run a T-shirt business.

- (Michelle) T-shirt business?
- (Mika) What's wrong with that?

- (Michelle) What are we gonna ride next?
- (girl) The Octopus.

Oh, look at the Rock-o-Plane.

- Whoa. That's nasty.
- Whoa.

- It'll make me dizzy.
- They're supposed to make you dizzy.

- (woman) What's that?
- (man) I won it at the dime toss.

- (woman) Can I keep it?
- (man) No.

- (woman) I want it. Please.
- (man) No, it's mine.

(man) Let's go, girls.
You're next. Let's hustle it up now.

(cyborsuil) Defence systems alerted.
Activating phasebolt impellers.

Hostile biotic detected.

Initiating auto-combat mode.

- Wait, that's not a hostile!
- Target acquired.

Hey!

(cyborsuil) Target serviced.
Hostile bio-form scan now in progress.

- What's happening?
- Target acquired.

Phasebolt impellers
on search and destroy. Target acquired.

Target acquired.

- Make it stop! Stop!
- Amplify command.

- Stop!
- Amplify command.

- Oh, hey!
- Is this part of ride?

- (Spencer) Michelle.
- Target acquired.

Cease fire!

Nu'.!

You know, saving people
is a lot more fun than scaring them.

Are you sure this isn't a mating ritual?

A little privacy.

(sirens)

- Uh-oh. We better hit the road.
- We must strike the asphalt.

(Spencer) I mean leave!

- Recommend escape tactic one.
- Roger.

- Who is Roger?
- Do it!

(cyborsuil) Escape analysis complete.

- Contact in five...
- (Spencer) Hold it!

Just what is escape tactic number...

Whoa!

Aaaaaaargh!

(cyborsuit approaches rapidly)

(crash)

Shall we review stopping procedures?

Later. You mind telling me
what was sh**ting out of my arms?

- Phasebolt disrupter bursts.
- But why did they go off?

My defence systems detected
the presence of a hostile biotic.

What? That was Bert the Trex! A guy
in a costume! Not some hostile biotic!

The configuration matches
a hostile life form found on Helgis .

This is Earth! This is not Helgis !

I thought we were clear on this! You could
have wasted Michelle Eberhardt.

What kind of cyborsuit are you?!

I am a prototype.

My designers were finalising key systems
when I was jettisoned.

- Now you tell me.
- I have noted the misidentification.

It will not occur again.

It's OK. I guess I shouldn't
have yelled at you.

- We could have hurt someone.
- Understood.

(sirens approach)

(Spencer) Time for some rules.
From now on, you can't sh**t anything

unless I say "Simon says" first.

(cyborsuil) "Simon says" prefix logged.

(Spencer) And relax. This is Crystal Bluff.
There aren't any hostile biotics here.

minutes? Yeah, right.

Oh, man.

(swoosh)

(expl*si*n)

Oh, man.

What in the world?

Hello?

Are you all right?

Is anyone in there?

Do you need help?

Hello?

(QT Owls)

(screams)

(Spencer) OK.

Nice and easy. Real gentle.

Doing good. Excellent.

Graceful. Hope my sister didn't hear that.

- Thermal tracers detect no...
- Shh!

(quieter) Thermal tracers
detect no biotics within dwelling.

- You mean no one's home?
- Factual.

She must be looking for me.
Dad's gonna have a cow.

- The cow with no legs?
- Yeah, same one.

Anyway, this is my room.

That's a poster of The Thing.
Looks a lot like my sister.

That's my closet.

I guess you'd never fit in there.

This is my bed, where I sleep.

That's my computer.
Kind of a dumb version of you.

Oh, here's a comic book.
It's called The MidKnight Warrior.

- He's a superhero.
- Superhero?

Yeah. He fights bad guys, saves people.

He's pretty cool.

What is this image?

That's a picture of me and my family
on a fishing trip.

It's me, my dad, Stacey, and...

my mum.

- My mom d*ed two years ago.
- Why did she cease to function?

She got sick.

It happens to people.

Now it's just the three of us.

We don't go fishing any more.

I really miss her.

I sure would like to see her again.

Mum?

Thanks.

(cyborsuil) You're welcome.

We better find someplace to hide you.

Good thing there's no one home.
You make some serious noise.

Don't you have a stealth mode
or something?

- (cyborsuil) We are in stealth mode.
- Oh, real stealthy.

Boy. Serious munchie att*ck.

- I just realised I'm starving.
- Biotic host is not starving.

- I'm really hungry, OK?
- OK.

I'm just gonna check out the fridge.

Easy now.

OK, let's see.

Bypass anything Dad might have cooked,
anything Stacey might have touched.

That leaves...

pizza.

I'll just clear a little path.

Whoops. I'll get that.

Ow!

This doesn't feel right.
Hey, hello. U-turn.

What's going on? I can't see.

- What's happening?
- We are checking out the fridge.

- (Spencer) Ow! What was that?
- Insufficient data for response.

(Spencer) Whoa!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Kevin, come on. I gotta get home.

- Huh? Why?
- Cos Spencer's at home all by himself.

He's just a little kid. What could happen?

(Spencer) I don't want to look.
I can't look.

I gotta look.

(cyborsuil) Perhaps
we should hit the road again.

(woman) Saturn rings,
Pluto pie and a Century soda.

There you go, sir.
Thanks. Have a good night.

Welcome to Burger World.
May I take your order?

(cyborsuit) A Nebula burger, Saturn fries

and a Moon shake.

That comes to . .
Drive to the pick-up window, please.

Thank you.

. ... please.

An IOU?

Hey!

I guess I can add Dad
to the list of people who hate me.

(cyborsuil) I do not believe
that your father hates you.

Wait until he sees the house. On Earth,
trashing your house is not a good thing.

- You just don't know dads.
- I know my father.

- You have a dad?
- My creator and teacher is Tenris De'thar,

Scientist Prime of the First Council.

He is very protective of me,
as your father is of you.

- How do you know that?
- I have been in your mind.

I have seen what you have seen.

Your father and your sister
feel very strongly for you, Earth biotic.

- You know, you can call me Spencer.
- Spencer.

- What do people call you?
- Phase one as*ault cyborsuit.

How about Cy?

I could get used to it.

How am I supposed to eat this thing?

Insert nourishment
into food-processing receptacle.

Here it goes.

Stand by to receive nourishment.

I'm supposed to eat that?

Ugh!

- What is this?
- One synthesised Nebula burger.

All nonessential compounds
have been filtered out.

Oh.

I'm eating a cyborsuit turd.

If you're gonna digest my food before I do,
it's gonna put a strain on our relationship.

(burps)

Procedure is necessary
to shield biotic host from contamination.

All consumable organic solids and fluids
must be synthesised.

(Spencer) Speaking of fluids,
I gotta empty some.

OK, so can you let me out for a sec?

Unable to comply.

- Bad time for a joke, Cy. Let me out.
- Unable to comply.

What do you mean, "unable to comply"?

Cyborsuit dismount cannot commence
without fulfillment of mission parameters.

What mission?

Mission is to test cyborsuit battle
functions in a field-combat situation.

Field-combat situation? Look, I don't know
what you're talking about, but let me out.

I am unable to comply.

OK, you can come in, but just for a
minute, cos my dad will be home soon.

We're at the wrong house.
Please tell me we're at the wrong house.

(car horn)

Oh, God, my dad! Oh, no!

- Maybe he's at the wrong house too.
- Kevin, what are we gonna tell him?

- We? Later.
- Later?

Look, this is out of my jurisdiction.

- Call me.
- Kevin!

(Spencer) I can't pee in my pants.

- (Cy) Amplify request.
- I have to pee!

- Amplify request.
- Pee! Take a whizz!

Make a pit stop! Drain the main vein!

Terms unrecognised.

What's the word? What's the word?

Urinate! I have to urinate!
You know what that is?

- A biotic function to expel liquid waste.
- Bingo!

You think you could maybe
open something up so I can expel?

- Unsealing urination aperture.
- Oh, now you're talking.

I'm in trouble.

- Whatb wrong?
- Warning. Immediate danger.

What kind of danger?

My sensors will not accept
the possibility of its existence.

Golly.

(thud)

(turns off TV)

(boy on TV) Boy,
you sure gave me a scare.

(banging downstairs)

(robot on TV) Touch nothing.
Caution, caution. There is danger.

Is somebody there?

Shh. Miss Holloway, shh.

Calm down. Calm down.
Cy, let her hear me.

- (Cy) Voice link activated.
- Miss Holloway, it's me.

Miss Holloway, it's me, Spencer.

I'll let you go, but you gotta promise
not to freak out, OK?

OK.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Oh, no! Oh, I k*lled her!

(CY) Spencer.

Spencer.

(Spencer) Huh? What?

Miss Holloway.

(Spencer) Miss Holloway, it's me.

Oh, my God.

- Spencer?
- In person.

Well, sort of.

This is too weird.

(Spencer) Tell me about it.

- What's going on here?
- (Spencer) I have to use your bathroom.

(chatters)

(Miss Holloway) OK, what next?

(Cy) Apply pressure to microtab
beneath umbilical.

OK, I'm kind of having a hard time
dealing with this.

- Um, now, these Telkin...
- (Cy) Trelkins.

- Trelkins... built you as a kind of w*apon?
- (Cy) Factual.

- So what are you doing here?
- I was jettisoned from my home world.

I can't do this if you don't keep still.

I'm trying.

There.

Second door on the right.

Ah.

(urinating)

Ooh, wow.

(toilet flushes)

(Spencer) Oh. That was special.

Thanks, Miss Holloway.

So, Spencer,

how did you, um... get into this?

It wasn't all that hard.

- We're gonna have to get you out.
- (Spencer) I know. I'm getting a k*ller itch.

We're gonna have to... I'll make some
calls. There's gotta be somebody to call...

to help.

(Cy) Tracers detect hostile biotic.

Oh, right. Who is it this time? Big Bird?

(Cy) Analysis reveals the presence
of a Broodwarrior usurper-drone.

Activating phasebolt impeller.

- What's happening now?
- It's just a Broodwarrior usurper-drone.

(Spencer) Nothing to...

(gasps) ..worry about.

(QT Owls)

- (Cy) I've detected an unknown vibration.
- (Spencer) That's me shaking.

- That's a bad guy, right?
- (Cy) That's a bad guy.

Usurper-drone activating chem-r*fle.

- (Spencer) Miss Holloway!
- (Cy) Recommend immediate response.

Fire!

Blow! Maybe you didn't hear me.

Fire!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

"Simon says" prefix is required
for impeller discharge.

Hah, missed! Simon says...

(Cy) Brace for detonation!

(screams)

- (Miss Holloway) Operator?
- Simon says fire!

Phasebolt impellers offline.

(QT Owls)

Why does everyone want to b*at me up?

(screams)

Janet Hollow... Argh!

Hello. Yeah, I need the police department.
Wait. Don't put me on hold!

Hello! Hello!

(QT Owls)

- (woman) Calm down.
- (man) Calm down?

- (woman) Yeah, calm down.
- (man) Calm down?

Your son just k*lled a Corvette -
a customer's Corvette!

- (woman) He said it wasn't his fault.
- (man) Thanks for reminding me.

It was a giant alien robot.

I'm telling you, Margaret,
that kid is USDA Choice dead meat!

(Spencer) OK, time for a conference.

- Ow! Leave me alone.
- You are damaged.

- Forget me. What was that thing?
- A usurper-drone.

Elite marauder spy
of Broodwarrior shock troop battalions.

Species - Broodwarrior.
Origin - Planet lchix.

- Extremely hostile and warlike.
- Oh, that's news.

Broodwarriors embarked on a galactic
conquest, beginning standard year .

Broodwarriors have subjugated worlds.

They are currently engaged
in interplanetary w*r with Trelkas.

That's your planet.
It wants you, doesn't it?

Probable mission of usurper-drone -

secure or destroy
Trelkin cyborsuit prototype.

(Spencer) it can't destroy you
without destroying me. Let me out.

- Mission parameters must be met.
- That I had to fight the Broodwarrior?

Biotic host must engage enemy
in field-combat situation.

But it doesn't say I have to b*at
the enemy? I just have to engage him.

Factual.

(Spencer) I hit him and he hit me.
We engaged like crazy.

I met the mission parameters
and you know it.

Whoa!

Hey, thanks for the ride.

It's been fun... mostly.

It has been fun.

You're right, you know. My dad's
probably really worried about me.

See you.

What happens
if the Broodwarrior finds you?

I will be transported
to the Broodwarrior home world.

Then what?

Reverse engineering will commence.

- Reverse engineering?
- I will be dismantled and studied.

My technology will assist Broodwarriors
in their conflict against the Trelkins.

Bummer.

But I gotta worry about Earth.

Unless Trelkas repels
the current Broodwarrior offensive,

planet Earth will also suffer invasion.

It will? Are you sure about this?

- Broodwarriors are extremely reliable.
- There's nothing I can do about it.

You can prevent the Broodwarriors
from acquiring me.

No way. In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not a warrior.

- We can defeat him.
- I don't want to defeat him! I'm only .

I want to live to be .
I was doing fine until you showed up.

I don't need any stupid cyborsuit anyway.
I'm out of here.

(squeals)

(radio) Be on the lookout
for a missing juvenile, age .

(Dad) Do you know how this sounds?

I have tried to come up with some other
explanation for what has happened.

- (Stacey) Any luck?
- No.

Like it or not, this is happening.
It's the truth.

- Define truth.
- Stacey, that's enough.

Look...

I know you believe
what you think happened, happened.

- But you think I'm hallucinating.
- I didn't say that.

But you think it.
Look around. Is this a hallucination?

Because if it is, you ought to come to my
house and look at the hallucination there.

It's the fastest remodel job
in the history of home construction.

- She's not hallucinating.
- Spencer!

- Spencer! Oh, buddy. Oh, God.
- (Stacey) What happened?

Where have you been? Are you all right?

Tell me I didn't just do that.

- We gotta warn the police.
- The police?

Miss Holloway is right.
The Broodwarriors are coming.

They'll inv*de the Earth
if we don't stop the usurper-drones.

- He's wigging.
- How do you know that?

- Cy told me.
- Wait a minute. Who's invading the Earth?

- The Broodwarriors. They're aliens.
- OK.

- They've taken over planets.
- Enough.

- They'll come after us.
- We'll talk about this later.

- Later might be too late!
- Enough!

- Where's the cyborsuit, Spencer?
- Everybody, hold on one second.

- Go upstairs while I talk to Janet.
- Dad!

Go now.

Can I talk to her in private?

HEY-

- Talk about a weird night.
- Yeah.

Dad was really worried about you.

I know.

Me too, I guess.

I mean, what's life
without the fungus to pick on?

Thanks.

I just want someone to believe me!

You know, back when Mom was alive,
I was having some problems in school.

Girl stuff.

But I asked her what I should do,
and you know what she said?

She said think of someone
you really admire

and ask yourself
what they would do in that situation.

What happened?

I said that person was the singer
of Switchblade Nuns

and she figured maybe
that wasn't the right approach for me.

But, hey, it might work for you.

- I am not gonna argue about this.
- At least let him take us to the cyborsuit.

We've all been through enough tonight.
I think you should...

(footsteps)

Oh, no.

Spencer!

Dammit.

- Wait! Roland, wait!
- Spencer!

Spencer!

- He ran away. I don't believe this.
- Maybe that's why he ran away.

Had to be.

- We're gonna talk.
- This is not a good time. Hey! Let go!

- Make me! Tell me what's going on.
- I said, let go!

Argh!

I don't wanna do this.

Well, maybe just a little.

Come on!

(chattering)

- What was that?
- It's headed back towards the trestle.

I'll never make it in time.

You wanna know what's going on? I'll tell
you everything, but you gotta help me.

- Why should I help you?
- Cos the future of mankind is at stake.

(squeals)

(rattles)

- (Turbo) I don't know about this.
- This was your idea.

- (Turbo) I was confused.
- You should be used to that by now.

(Turbo) Shh!

Watch the upholstery.

I'm already in hellacious trouble
with my dad.

When the Earth isn't invaded,
he'll thank you.

Hey! Hey!

My car!

- (Turbo) Yeah'.
' (Spencer) AWN Shaw down'.!

- What are you doing? Aargh!
- Yeah! Rockin'!

(Dad) Honey, come on.
Stacey, honey, please.

Please. Please.

- Just help me out here.
- I am. Dad, stop.

Damn lunatic!

- (Spencer) Cy! Cy!
- (Turbo) Wait up!

C“!

(Turbo) I don't see him.

- (Spencer) They got him.
- (Turbo) What, that Brood thing?

He's headed back towards town.
Come on!

(speaks alien language)

(Spencer) It's where the cyborsuit landed.

The Broodwarrior's gonna
clear its tracks before he takes off.

I bet you'd never know
I didn't have a license.

- (siren)
- Uh-oh.

Sure sounds like someone figured it out.

- Hang on.
- Hang on?

(man) Whoa!

(radio) , are you in need of assistance?

Cool. Dad sure did
a good job on these brakes.

(whimpers)

Argh!

(Dad) Where do we live?
In a neighbourhood of hoodlums

and ne'er-do-wells.

(all) Spencer!

(Spencer) You are not driving me home.

(QT Owls)

Man, he's humongous.
I bet he doesn't even work out.

- You've gotta distract him.
- I've gotta distract that?

I just need a few seconds.

Future of mankind. Future of mankind.

(QT Owls)

(QT Owls)

(QT Owls)

(Broodwarrior growls)

Hello, Mr Alien.

Freeze!

As dumb as you are ugly.

Gotta motor.

Argh!

(shouts)

(screams)

Hm';?

It's head-crunching time. Think fast.

Files'.
- (Muffled) Whoa-hon'.!

- Sorry I dumped out on you, Cy.
- You are brave to return.

- I was scared sick.
- That is why you are brave.

- (Spencer) Nice one.
- Thanks.

Ow.

(Spencer) Sorry.

(metal creaks)

Uh-Oh.

Good luck, amigo.

- (Spencer) Simon says fire.
- (Cy) Phasebolt impellers offline.

- I forgot.
- Recommend deployment of shield.

(Spencer) I'll go with that.

(Cy) This would be a good time to block.

Argh!

Aaargh!

Time out! Time out!

- What else we got?
- (Cy) Manual combat enhancement.

(Spencer) I'm liking this.

Yes!

(Spencer) Have some pain!

- Come on. I'm standing here.
- (growls)

(gasps)

- Internal pressure is rising.
- You know what I'm thinking?

- I do.
- On three. One, two, three.

Argh!

Let me go! Argh!

Uni!

That could've gone better.

Argh!

Hey, CY-

Cy! Talk to me.

Cy, come on.

(squeals)

GY'

(QT Owls)

(QT Owls)

C“!

Do something.

Yeah! Nailed you!

Uh-Oh.

Aarsh!

Future of mankind.
Future of mankind. Future of mankind!

- Cy!
- (Cy) At your command.

- Welcome back.
- Warning.

Dangerous loss of hyper-reflexive
armour-plating in midriff.

Broodwarrior chem blast
will trigger power-core detonation.

Oh, I get the picture.

(QT Owls)

- (Cy) You must eject.
- No way! I need you!

- (Cy) I will soon cease to function.
- You can make it. Come on, try.

Cy, come on! Don't give up.

(Cy) I am sorry, Earth-biotic Spencer.

(Spencer) No!

(Cy) I am experiencing power depletion
in my logic grid.

Inner systems failing.
I am ceasing to function.

No.

You gotta hold on.
I'll get someone to fix you.

(Broodwarrior growls)

Just gonna borrow this, Cy.

(clanking)

(clanking continues)

(QT Owls)

(both) Aargh!

- How we doing?
- Not great.

(crash)

Hey, pizza face! Looking for something?

Come on! Come and get me!

- Come on!
- (growls)

(Spencer) Hey! Over here! Follow me!

What are you waiting for? Come on!

Your broodmother wears army boots!

(screams)

Ohhh! Aaargh!

Ouch.

(QT Owls)

I think not. He's mine now, understand?

I guess he understands.

Um... a-are you sure
we just can't t-talk about this?

(gasps)

(QT Owls)

You... you better surrender.

(bleeps)

Come on. Come on!

Argh!

(QT Owls)

(squishing)

(Turbo) Ugh.

Eww.

- (Stacey) There's his car.
- (brakes squeal)

- Are you trying to break all my limbs?
- (Dad) Stay in the back seat, please.

He's history.

Cy?

Cy?

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me alone.

(speaks alien language)

(speaks alien language)

Watch it, pal.

Cy?

(Cy) You can talk. Dead meat. Nebula
burger. Unsealing urination aperture.

Hello.

(speaks alien language)

(speaks alien language)

(speaks alien language)

Spencer.

This is Tenris De'thar, my creator.

- Hi.
- (speaks alien language)

(laughs)

(all laugh)

(shouts)

Hm.

- I'm really gonna miss you.
- You no longer need a cyborsuit.

- I'll always need a friend.
- That you will always have.

(T relkin speaks alien language)

(speaks alien language)

(Did) Spencer!

What is that?

Spencer.

- Spence, what...
- Uh, I can explain.

I hereby volunteer as a character witness.

Let's go home, huh?

OK?

So, know any good
fishing holes around here?

(Miss Holloway) Fulsom's creek.
Bluegill the size of hubcaps.

- (Dad) Hubcaps?
- If you know where to drop your line.

(Dad) So how would I
get that information?

(Miss Holloway)
What do you have to trade?

(Dad) How about a slightly used fridge?

(girl) That's all I have.
Can't you give me a break?

I can't go that low.

You talk to my business manager, OK?

I'll handle it.
Look, we gotta make a profit here.

You're just gonna have to tell your mom
to increase your allowance.

Spence.

- Yeah, Dad?
- pm sharp, I'll be here. OK?

- Thanks, Dad. Bye.
- OK, see you later.

Break a leg.

So... you like MidKnight Warrior?

Yeah, I do.