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Monsters vs. Aliens.
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♪ it's us vs. Them
♪ foe vs. Friend
♪ brain vs. B.O.B.
- ♪ it's a super-freaky job
- Oh, yeah,
it's freaky.
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- [cackles]
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[all yelling]
- And that is why
new regulation c
States that "all experiments
must be conducted
In laboratories,
not lavatories."
- You say potato, I say pomato.
- You say "pomato?"
- yeah.
- I have never heard you say
"pomato."
- I say it all the time.
Like, just this morning, I said,
"hello, susan.
Have a pomato day!"
- That's true.
He did.
- General, about this hasty
lavatory restriction--
- It's a dog-eat-dog world
out there, boys,
And I'm the alpha dog.
Now, unless anyone's got
anything else to say,
Meeting is adjourned.
- Sir, permission to share some
of my earth studies findings.
- Ugh, this isn't going to be
another lecture on ground slugs,
Is it?
- I gotta be honest,
after four hours,
You started to lose me.
- Your lack of attention does
not invalidate the science.
However, today I'd like to talk
about puppies.
- Puppies!
- I like puppies.
- Owning a pet is a crucial part
of the earth experience.
Therefore, I would like to
requisition one adorable puppy.
- No.
- But, general,
it's for my research.
- No.
Meeting adjourned.
- Boo-hoo for you, sqweep.
Guess now your earth studies
can include a lesson
In disappointment.
- Dude,
that's harsh.
- Most unfortunate.
- What are we gonna name
the puppy?
- Oh, sqweep,
are you all right?
- Yes.
It's to be expected.
According to my research,
The traditional first response
to a request for a pet is "no."
- Commencing phase two.
- "persistent pestering."
Please,
may I have a puppy?
- No.
- Please,
may I have a puppy?
Please?
A puppy.
Let me have a puppy,
please?
- No!
- Please let me have a puppy.
I want a puppy.
Give me a puppy.
Give me a puppy.
Give me a puppy.
Puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy.
- Ahh.
- Please,
may I have a puppy?
- I respect your
stick-to-itiveness, sqweep,
But I've been through
the pet thing
With my nieces and nephews,
who I may or may not have.
They always promise to take care
of it,
But who ends up
on doody duty?
Me!
The answer remains no.
- [sobbing]
- Give me a break.
I've interrogated
enough crybabies
To know the real thing
from a faker.
- Isn't crying the next step
in the pet-obtaining ritual?
- Normally, yes,
But this decision
isn't even up to me.
Regulation d says,
"no pets on base!"
- Don't you write
the regulations?
- Geh-uh-ooh.
- [sighs]
- Whatcha doin'?
- To get the full experience for
my earth studies, I am moping.
[sighs]
- So still a no-go
on the puppy front, huh?
Maybe I can help.
What do you like about puppies?
- Well, puppies are playful.
- I'm playful.
- Puppies are also cuddly.
- I'm cuddly.
- Puppies are the juvenile stage
Of the canis lupus familiaris
life cycle.
- I'm cuddly.
Wait a minute.
I could be your pet!
- Hmm,
sufficiently plausible.
- Heh-heh.
[panting]
- B.O.B.,
you may have found a solution
To my puppy project problem.
- [groans]
You are housebroken, right?
- General, we're looking
for authenticity here.
- Please?
- [sighs]
There is no possible way I
will not regret this, is there?
- [slobbering]
Nope.
- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
- Let us begin by exploring
the normal owner-pet dynamic.
- What is it about
being dog-shaped
That makes me wan to bite
my own butt?
- Please focus.
Ready?
Speak, boy.
Speak.
- Ahem
When in the course of human
events it becomes necessary
For one people to dissolve
the political bands
Which have lingered with us
for--
No, b.O.B.,
like a dog.
You know,
barking and such.
- Oh, right.
Bark, bark.
Or in german: Arf, arf.
- Let's try fetch.
You are supposed to retrieve
the ball.
- Oh.
Here ya go.
I mean, bark, bark.
- A real dog uses its mouth.
- Really?
Okay.
Gulp!
- B.O.B.,
after careful consideration,
I determined that you are...
A terrible dog.
- Is that because of
the accident in the hallway?
- B.O.B.!
- That was the only thing
you did
That actually was like a dog.
- Right, 'cause...I wouldn't
have done that otherwise.
- I don't think this study
can continue successfully
On its current course.
- Well, maybe I'd have better
luck as a cat.
Moo.
- I have one last thing to try:
Blasting you with a ray
That will give you
canine brainwaves.
- But I don't have a...
Brain.
- Hmm,
an obvious oversight.
I hope there were no
unintended consequences.
[both barking]
- [howling]
- Perhaps this is just
an isolated incident.
[all barking]
- Well,
everything looks normal.
[all panting and barking]
- [barking]
[both growling]
- [growling]
- Okay, I'm beginning to think
something is wrong.
Susan would never chew on a shoe
before lunch.
- I think it's time
we inform the...
- [barking]
- General?
- [panting]
- He got hit too, right?
- Correct.
- 'cause with him,
it's hard to tell.
- [barking]
[both scream]
- This chamber will reverse the
effects of the dog brain blast.
- Sweet.
But how do we get all
the dog brains in there?
- This is the challenge.
We will need to lure them in.
- We could use this.
- That should work very well.
Just one question:
Why do you have a pork chop?
- What?
You don't always carry meat
with you?
- [sniffing]
[both growling]
- Lookie at what I got.
[all panting]
Oh, good dogs.
Come on.
Ooh.
[all barking and panting]
- I believe that just leaves...
- [growling and barking]
- He is a very angry dog.
- Don't worry.
I got this.
Open it.
- [growling]
- On second thought,
maybe I don't.
Oop!
No, boy!
That's not the ball.
This is the ball.
- We have to catch him.
- I can see where he's going.
He's running down a pink tunnel.
It's got, like,
a dangle-y thing,
Like at the back of a throat.
- B.O.B., you must be
looking down his esophagus.
Turn around.
- Oh, right.
Okay,
he just ran into a room.
I see weapons,
lots and lots of weapons.
- Oh, no.
He must be in the...Armory.
- Hey, he dropped my eye.
Oh,
now he's after something else.
- [barking]
- Looks like...
A grenade.
- [gasps]
if that grenade goes off,
It'll start a chain reaction
that could level the whole base.
- Aw, man, then general monger
would be really steamed.
- Actually,
general monger would be--
- Oh, right, still a dog.
B.O.B.,
try acting like a cat again.
- How's this?
Moo.
- Good,
except I believe it's "meow."
- If you say so.
Meow.
Meow.
Oh,
I think it's working.
Meow, meow.
I'm a cat.
Ahh!
Meow.
Hiss.
Meow.
Meow.
Uh-oh,
don't know the pass code.
Hey, hey, general.
It's just me,
b.O.B.
I'm not really a cat.
Whoa! Ahh! Ahh!
- B.O.B., it is hopeless.
As general monger stated,
he is clearly the alpha dog.
- Oh, yeah?
Well,
I am the hot dog...
The chili cheese dog
with lots of onions
And extra jalapenos.
That's right.
I am en fuego.
- [whimpers]
Gulp!
- You know, b.O.B.,
It really is
a dog-eat-dog world.
- Sqweep...
- You will be happy to know,
general monger,
That I have just completed
my puppy project.
It turns out
b.O.B. Was a good dog.
- [grunts]
- Blech.
- Uh...
Was I sniffing your butt?
- Let us never speak
of this again.
- We did turn everyone back
to normal, right?
- [barking]
[slurping]
- It came from another world
to eat our brains
And our bananas.
It's the...
- ♪ bah-bah-bah
Movie night.
- Popcorn's popped, boys.
- Dibs.
- Double dibs.
- I call center couch.
Geronimo.
Oh, no, no, no, alien.
Ugh!
- Happy Friday, monsters.
- Sqweep?
What are you doing here?
- The custom of movie night
counts as extra-credit
In my earth studies class.
I'm here to observe.
- Susan, I must object.
The rating clearly signifies
this movie
Is not intended
for young children.
- I have snacks.
- [gasps]
- Have a seat.
- Lotsa dibs.
- Hold it, guys.
Sqweep, I'm sorry kiddo,
But this movie is way too scary
for you.
- Your concern offends logic.
I am too intelligent
to be frightened
By fictional stories.
- That's just perfect.
Stand by the tombstone.
Ahh!
- Let the research begin.
- I feel so safe in your arms--
[both screaming]
- Oh,
that is a big monkey.
- Braaaain.
[both screaming]
Ape want brain.
- They eat brains?
- I'm scared, steve,
really scared.
- Don't worry, my love.
It's gone forev--
oh, no!
It's right behind me!
- Brains.
- Eep.
- And so it returned,
just as it came,
Never to be seen again.
- Huh?
Oh.
[yawns]
- Well, that was boring.
- Totally.
Who's gonna be scared
of a lame zipper costume?
- [moaning]
- H-h-hello?
- [moaning]
- Save my brain!
- [moaning]
[burps]
S'cuse moi.
[laughs]
Sorry.
- Hey, kid.
You gonna move?
- What?
You're not getting my brain.
- [all screaming]
- [burps]
Ahh!
- Little alien, why'd you just
swiss cheese my mess hall?
- Apologies, general.
Without sufficient sleep,
My superior brain can be a bit,
um...Loopy.
- Monsters, alien,
get this kid some nap time
Before my whole base
gets laser zapped.
- Surely I am not needed
for this--
- That's an order.
- Do not worry, general.
I am already working on a plan
to erase
The zombie moon ape
from my memory.
- Moon ape?
Wait.
You saw that movie?
- It was for extra credit.
- So that's what this
is all about.
The poor kid's scared,
that's all.
- Frightened, you say?
Well, link and I know
just the remedy for that.
Hee-hee-hee,
to the lab.
[cackling]
[thunder booming]
- Wow,
that is...
A little super-terrifying
in real life.
- It's basic face-your-fear
strategy.
All we gotta do is dress up
in the costume
And get sqweep to fight us.
- It's the same way we cured
b.O.B.'s fear
Of giant mustaches.
- I have conquered thee,
mustachio.
[yodeling battle cry]
- Eh,
guess it couldn't hurt to try,
But, uh, who's gonna be the ape?
- [slurping]
Don't even think about--
[mumbling]
- After much tinkering,
I have built the galaxy's
first memory extractor.
Once my memory of
the zombie moon ape is removed,
I will sleep as sound
as a baby snoolox.
[cackles]
I really need some sleep.
- [growling]
Brains.
- Success.
I have no memory of whatever
it was I feared.
Yay, me.
[humming]
- [roaring]
- Come on, coverton.
Move it.
- How do you move
this infernal thing?
Ow.
- This is why we read
instructions.
Use the leg pedals, man.
- What?
Oh, you mean like thi--
waah!
Oh, splendid.
Someone put a giant mirror
in the hallway.
Oh, idiotic.
Uh?
[groans]
- Let's get this over with.
- Come now, coverton.
We have no time for dilly-dally.
- Braaaaains.
Brains.
- Yes, yes, save it for sqweep.
- Growl.
I'm the zombie moon ape...
Your worst nightmare.
Growl.
Why are you not cowering, child?
I was told there would be
trepidation.
- Apologies, mr. Ape.
But I do not recall you
from my nightmares or otherwise.
- Ugh.
What is the point of me doing
this if you're not even scared
That I'm going to eat
your brain?
- You eat brains?
- Um...Yes.
I eat lots and lots
of yummy brains.
[growls]
No, no, no.
Augh.
- No, no,
you've got the walk all wrong.
Keep your arms up.
- Could his acting be
any more cliched?
Make me a zombie moon ape
believer.
- Braaaaaaaains.
- Oh!
- Coverton,
quit it.
- No, no, suze, don't you see?
He's finally getting
into character.
- That's the spirit.
Pretend to eat dr. C.
Pretend to shred him into
a billion tiny pieces.
- Costume off.
Costume off now.
Dumb ape arms.
[laser g*n chirping]
[yelling]
- Please stay away.
I am very small and damageable.
- I'm trying my very best to...
Ahh!
- Come on, coverton.
Stop zombie
moon monkeying around.
- Ahh!
Ugh.
Monkey want a banana?
- Whoa,
coverton's inside the suit
And outside the suit.
Twist.
- But if that's coverton...
- [roars]
[all screaming]
- Boomnana?
- att*ck of the zombie moon ap.
Perhaps this holds a solution.
[all screaming]
- Where did this thing
come from?
- No doubt from the recesses
of our most deep-seeded
And subconscious fears.
- [roaring]
- My blob.
- [roars]
- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
[door beeping]
- Okay, quick, how'd they b*at
the zombie moon ape
At the end of the movie?
- Don't look at me.
I was out like a light.
- Ditto.
- But I fell asleep too.
So none of us saw the end?
- I do believe we're about
to live it.
- Not tonight.
- Link?
- I get it now.
Movie night was my idea,
so I have to save us.
This is my moment.
I'm gonna save us--
- [roaring]
- It can't be stopped.
[both screaming]
- I am t-t-t-too intelligent
to be frightened...
- Calm yourself, man.
There is one way to stop it.
- All right, guys.
It's time we show this noob
how the professionals do it.
Monsters, att*ck.
- [laughs]
- Now, dr. C.
- Brace yourself, beast.
It's time for you to--
eep!
- Braaaaaaaaains.
- Ahh!
Scary part.
Someone pause the movie.
- [roars]
- Huh?
- You are not getting
our brains.
- Greetings, monsters.
- Sqweep, you saved us.
- Launching the moon ape
into deep space
Is precisely how it was defeated
at the end of the movie.
Yay, me.
- Mad props, alien kid.
You just faced your fear.
- Yeah, you did.
- Up high for mustaches.
- Sqweep, from now on,
you've got a lifetime membership
To movie night.
- Really?
- Yup.
And next time,
you can even pick the flick.
- Excellent.
Now that I am no longer afraid,
I am most eager to watch
the film's many sequels:
The return of the zombie moon
ape, movies through .
- No dibs.
- And so it returned,
just as it came,
Never to be seen again.
- [roaring]
01x08 - Night of the Living Dog; att*ck of the Movie Night
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American computer-animated television series based on the 2009 DreamWorks Animation film of the same name.
American computer-animated television series based on the 2009 DreamWorks Animation film of the same name.