01x04 - Frenemy Mine; Maximum B.O.B.

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Monsters vs. Aliens". Aired: March 23, 2013 - February 8, 2014.*
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American computer-animated television series based on the 2009 DreamWorks Animation film of the same name.
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01x04 - Frenemy Mine; Maximum B.O.B.

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Male announcer: And now,
nickelodeon and dreamworks'

Monsters vs. Aliens.

- ♪ mva

mva

- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens

♪ it's us vs. Them

♪ foe vs. Friend

♪ brain vs. B.O.B.

- ♪ it's a super-freaky job

- Oh, yeah,
it's freaky.

- ♪ mva

- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens

- [cackles]
- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens

monsters vs. Aliens

mva

- A single human guard?

[scoffs]

Honestly,
it's like they want me

To steal
the gigantic death ray.

[laughs]

[alarm buzzes]

It wasn't me!
I was framed!

- Attention, all personnel,

Base will self-destruct
in one minute.

- Self-destruct?

- Yup, self-destruct.

Remain calm for a safe
and orderly evacuation.

- Uh!
Aliens and children first!

Save coverton!

- That's right, people.

Keep it nice and calm.

- [screaming]

Out of the way!
Move!

Coverton wants to live!

Oof!

- Team monster evacuated,
general.

But I'm guessing
no one told the alien

It's a false alarm.

- [groans]

- Indeed.

Link merely forgot
to power down the ion reactor

After using it to tan his gills.

- Totally worth it.

I mean, almost.

- Tell it to the shame wig,
son.

- Oh, not the shame wig!

[circus music]

- [cackling]

#epicmonsterfail.

[laughing]

[clears throat]

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I was in the middle
of not stealing something.

- Freeze, alien!

On this base,

We evacuate
using the buddy system.

Good job, monsters.

But you ran out alone.

Where is your buddy?

- Uh, "boo-dee"?

What is the meaning
of this earth word?

- You don't know
what "buddy" means?

- General, allow me.

I'm a licensed buddy-ologist.

A buddy
is the nutty goodness

Inside your
peanut butter winkie.

A buddy
is the last minute of recess

Before an evil pop quiz.

Witness item "a":

My bro book,

A collection
of b.O.B.'s buddies.

My buddy karl.

My buddy sam.

My bestie, hollie.

She's got a crush on link.

Don't tell.

- Ah, uh...

- In conclusion:

Buddies are friends.

Awesome.
Rad.

The end.

- You're joking, right?

- An emergency buddy
is an evacuation partner.

Good luck with yours.

[chuckles]

- Hey, buddy.

[electronic beeping]

Hey, doc,
can I borrow your atom b*mb?

- What?

- Well,
I'm coverton's emergency buddy,

And the old guy
is being shy about it,

So I'm gonna show him
how helpful I am in emergencies.

- With a mushroom cloud?

- Yeah!
That's gonna be the emergency.

Now, I know
what you're thinking,

"how'd a guy without a brain
come up with an idea like this?"

Well, sometimes even I--

Whoa.
Is that a new trash can?

- Gosh, I don't even know
where to start.

- Don't have to.
We got this.

- Wait a minute--
- just go.

Go, go, go, go.

B.O.B.,
let me tell you,

That is a great idea.

- Yay!

- Go ahead and put coverton

In as many emergencies
as you want.

- No atom bombs.

- [sighs]
no atom bombs, b.O.B.

- Thank you.

- Oh, I got you.

Start small.

Thanks, big top link!

[laughing]

- Clever ruse, link.

By partnering b.O.B.
With coverton,

We will gain a window
into his alien secrets.

- Nah,
just thought it'd be funny.

- I'll get the popcorn.

- Death ray for coverton,
take two.

Ah, sleep ray.

Perfec--

[air horn blares]

- Emergency!

Bro-verton!
Ha!

Oh, there's
a blackout emergency.

We got to get you
evacuumated!

- Oh, look around, simpleton.

It's bright as day in--

[muffled grunting]

- The lights went out!

Oh, no!

Quick, follow me.

[laughter]

- Still got it?

- Oh, yeah, no, we got it.

We got the got.

- Just doing the, uh...

- Is that a plunger?

[stifled laughter]

No, no, no, no, no, no.
We have to stop this.

I'll go tell b.O.B.

In just one minute.

- What the floognarg was that?

- Bro, you're supposed
to follow me.

Have you not ever
evacuumated before?

- Insufferable goo bag!

I am not your "broo,"

And I have no desire
to change that.

- Oh, yeah,
then why do you always

Let me use your floating toilet
without asking?

- What do you--

Ah!

Unclean!
Unclean!

[sinister laughter]

Nighty-night time.

- Hurricane!

Emergency!

Don't worry, brosef!

I got you--

- Ahh!

[laughter]

- Oops.

- [yells, snoring]

- Coverton for the win!

- Attention, all bro-vertons,

Beware of runaway jeeps
in the hallway.

- Runaway what?

Wah!

- Hold tight, broman!

Someone put a mayonnaise b*mb
in the jeep.

If our speed
drops below really fast,

We're doomed!

- We crashed five minutes ago.

Ah!

- Aww!
- It was just at the good part.

- Well, back to good ol' cable.

- You know, link,
monger's not here.

You don't have to wear the wig.

- All rise for judge mental.

- [muffled grunting]

- My bad, mr. Brojangles.

Totally almost saved you
that time.

- This was trying to save me?

- That's what buddies are for.

Up high, alien guy!

- Ay!

- Bro, here, use your hand.

Look.

- Ay!
- No, you're doing it wrong.

- Uh!
- Hand, not face.

- Ah!
- Hand!

- No, stop it!

[grumbles]

- I'm just trying to help you,
buddy.

That's what bro-f.F.S are for.

- You brainless blue buffoon--

- Hey, buddy.

- What is that?

Oh, oh, that's right.

"boo-dees" do help each other,
don't they?

And we are such good friends...

Dare I say, chumsies even?

- Obvi.

- Well, I know just the way
you can help me.

[sinister laughter]

- So all I got to do
is slip in?

- Yes, and then let your "broo,"
me, inside.

[laughs]

- Oh, so this is
a locked door emergency?

We go in together!

- Wha--

- Emergency!

[shouting]

Oof!

Ah!

[gasps]

Gigantic...

Death ray?

Happy day!

- Yay!

Bro,
this is a bro-fect bro-ccasion

To take a bro-tograph
for the bro book!

- Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, may I see that
for a moment?

Just let me--

Zappity zap!

- You accidentally zapped-ed
my book.

- It was intentional!

- But you said we were buddies.

- I...

Lied.

- [sobbing]

- [maniacal evil laughter]

- Warning.

Maniacal evil laughter
detected.

- What?
Evil laughter?

- Initiating security.

- No, no!

No!

Ah!

Ahh!

[blasting and explosions]

Coverton wants to live!

Ahh!

- [snoring]

[blasting]

- Change of plans!

Help your buddy open the door!

Help him now!

- But we're not buddies
anymore.

Our friendship was evacuumated.

[sobbing]

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- You said so.

- Oh, that?

Oh, it's what buddies do.

They say they're not buddies
and, uh, fist bump and...

"hey, 'broo,'"
and whatnot.

- I remember the day
you said we were chumsies.

It was my favorite day!

- Aha, wait here, "broo-dee."

[flames roaring]

Ah!

- [whimpering]

And there was the time

I helped you
get in the locked door!

It was my favorite-er day!

- Uh?
Ahh!

Oof!

[shouting]

Ow.

Wah!

Look, we're buddies.

Now save me,
mr. Brojangles!

- You didn't smile.

- [grumbling]

- We're friends again!

Up high!

- Ah!

- Anti-big-headed-alien m*ssile
activated.

- Ahh!

- Fear not, buddy.

I'll save us!

- Fool,
the door is the other way!

- Door?

We don't need no stinkin' door!

♪ bro, bro, bro your bro

♪ gently through the wall

[expl*si*n and splattering]

- Wow, b.O.B.,
you actually got coverton

To be your buddy.

Weird.

- Tell us, b.O.B.,
how'd you do it?

- Oh, you know,
he just finally realized

How safe I keep my buddies.

- Oh...

- Shame wig!

- Grand coverlord,

I applaud your plan
to clone one of the monsters

Into an invading army.

My hesitation is simply

With the monster
you've selected.

True, the b.O.B. Blob
is rumored to be indestructible,

But he's also brainless.

I can't begin to tell you
the countless--

- Monsters, alien!

Report to the w*r room
immediately!

- [sighs]

Forgive me, grand coverlord.

I am being summoned.

- What I'm about to show you
is deeply disturbing.

- Mmm.

Broccoli with sprinkles.

Fantastic!

Mmm, mmm.

Pizza and sprinkles.

Amazing!

Oh!

Sprinkles really do
make everything taste better!

[belches]

- B.O.B. Likes sprinkles.

Not sure what's so disturbing
about that.

- I'm not talking
about the sprinkles!

I'm talking about leaving
the refrigerator door open,

Wasting electricity!

- And it's not
wasting electricity

To put a security camera
inside a refrigerator?

- I wouldn't expect you
to understand, missy,

What with
your excessive hygiene.

[jackhammer clattering]

And I don't know what
you're doing in your quarters,

Coverton, but whatever it is,
it spikes my power meter.

- Um, I, too, am,
uh, brushing my teeth.

Uhh...

[fly buzzing]

- You used , gigawatts
of power since last month!

Area -something's
electric bill

Is gonna cost uncle sam
an arm and a leg.

- He can borrow mine.

- This is serious, b.O.B.

- General,
I volunteer team monster

To head up an energy task force.

- Indeed, general,

I already have
a spark of an idea--

A battery that creates safe
and limitless energy.

- What's the power source?

- The common potato--

A sustainable
natural resource

Known for
its conductive properties

In any form.

- It's working.

- You sound surprised.

- Well, you know, history...

- Ahh!

- The battery is now
super-powering coverton's chair,

You know,
just for giggles.

- [screaming]

- So when will he come down?

- To be honest,
I hadn't thought that far ahead.

- Aww...

Just one more.

Chomp!

- Oh, thank goodness.

Really?

- You know
the battery doesn't work

When you take out the chip.

- Science is so complicated.

- Monsters, do something!

I do not want to explain
to the president

Why his alien ambassador
became a stain on the ground!

- I got it!

B.O.B., could you move a tad
to the left?

- My left or your left?

[splattering, shouting]

- Great job, b.O.B.!

- He really is indestructible.

I have the sample
from the gelatinous one,

Grand coverlord.

[grunting]

Soon your vision of an army
of indestructible goo warriors

Will become a reality.

[laughs]

[electricity surging]

- Now what?

- Are you gonna say something,
or should I?

- Yes, it worked.

I have created you;
therefore you will obey me.

Is that understood?

- Sure, I guess.

- A complete success.

They'll give me a seat

On the intergalactic council
for this--

The good seat,

The one with a cup holder.

[laughs]

B.O.B.?

If the monsters
find that clone first,

I'll be exposed!

Clone b.O.B.!

Clone b.O.B.?

- B.O.B., eat what's inside
the vending machine,

Not the vending machine
itself.

- Are you sure?

Have you seen some of the junk
that passes for food in here?

- Point taken.

- Cannonball!

- Is that b.O.B.?

- The general says
we use too much energy

Heating the pool,

But b.O.B.'s body temp
is toasty warm.

- We're the win-win twins!

- Didn't I just see you
in the--

Oh, forget it.

- Clone b.O.B.?

Are you in here?

Come on, clone b.O.B.

How is it going to look
if I can't control you?

- General!

- Slide with me, b.O.B.

Turns out the power cost
was just the beginning.

Get a load
of this water bill--

, gallons!

- The shampoo people
should really put a limit

On "rinse and repeat," sir.

- That's why we need
to stay vigilant, b.O.B.

Can't let anything get past us.

[laughter]

- After you.

- No, after you.

Both: I insist.

- Energy-efficient lightbulbs,

Step one in conservation.

- Have you seen
your squishy blue cohort?

- B.O.B.?

He was in the pool with link.

Have you noticed he's been
acting a little weird today?

- I'm sure everything is fine

And under control.

Bye!

- Hey, susan, look who I found.

- I believe I found me.

- Touche.

- Uh-oh.

- Which is the real b.O.B.?

- Neither of them.

- Hey, guys.

Not feeling too good.

- B.O.B.?
What's happening to you?

- I don't know.

Oh, who are these
handsome fellows?

- Aw, thanks.
- Back at ya, bro.

- Did he just get shorter?

- Susan, link,
might I have a word?

B.O.B. Is in grave danger.

These other b.O.B.S
aren't simply copies;

They're quantum-entangled parts
of his essence.

- That's just
what I was thinking.

I was like--

Oh, sorry.
What now?

- The more there are of them,

The less there is of b.O.B.
To go around.

- So where are they coming from?

All: Coverton.

- Oh, clone b.O.B.?

Clone b.O.B.?

Wuh!

Clone b.O.B.!

There you are!

- And there you are,
hugging me,

Which is really not comfortable
for either of us.

- Coverton!

We know
what you've been doing!

- What?

Just hanging out
with my buddy b.O.B.

Isn't that right,
buddy b.O.B.?

- Which one?

- There's a lot of them
going around.

- Where?

[gasps]

How ever did that get there?

- Wow,
I just got here,

And I can already tell
that guy's a terrible liar.

- Okay, yes, fine.

I was cloning b.O.B.

- Why?

- Would you believe
I sometimes get terribly lonely?

- Either that,
or you were trying

To clone an army of b.O.B.S,

But even you aren't that stupid.

- [nervous laughter]

Yes, right.

Army of b.O.B.S.
Heh.

- The essence of genuine b.O.B.

Is getting stretched
perilously thin!

If we don't get every last bit
of b.O.B. Back together,

He may cease to exist.

- Come on, coverton.

You're helping us
wrangle up the b.O.B.S.

- Oh, but I really--
- come on!

[laughter]

- Ooh.

All: Hi, b.O.B.

- Hey, guys.

Sorry, susan,
I'm not up for a party today.

Just want to close my eye...

- Oh, no, he's getting worse.

Why didn't this stop
when we turned off the machine?

- He's far too diminished.

He can't sustain himself.

We need to reverse the process
immediately.

- Oh, is reverse
something they teach

In mad science school?

- You messed with my buddy.

Now fix him,
or else I'll fix you!

- I don't know how!

My machine was only made
to duplicate,

Not merge.

- Merge.
- Yes, I said "merge."

- Merge.
- Merge.

- Merge.

- I don't think
you're saying it right.

Merge.

- That's it!

I know how to get b.O.B.
To merge with himself!

- B.O.B., wake up.

- You need to eat something,
buddy.

- What?
- That guy.

- Come on, bro.
Eat me!

- Mm.
I don't feel like myself.

- What if we put sprinkles
on him?

- Sprinkles?

Sure you don't mind?

- Dude, I insist.

- [slurping]

I'm pretty sweet.

- You know how
we always tell you

Not to eat too much, b.O.B.?

Today, forget that rule.

- Ah!
What rule?

- B.O.B. Appetit!

- Whoo-hoo!

Get it there, b.O.B.!

- Sprinkles!

[chomping and laughter]

I'm so full.

I could not eat another me.

- Just one more, b.O.B.

You can do this.

- Yeah, you're right.
I can.

Chomp!

- Well, there you have it,
another problem solved.

- Uh, guys?

There's some serious tummy funny
going on here.

- Oh, dear.

- This isn't gonna be good,
is it?

- The b.O.B.S
aren't reintegrating.

It's possible that he's just
become one giant, unstable mass.

- [rumbling, grunting]

[belches]

- Or it was just gas.

- Whoo!

Oh, I feel so much better.

- B.O.B.!

You're all right!

- Yeah, I need to cut back
on the sprinkles.

- I concur.
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