[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Three! ♪
♪ One, two, three! ♪
It's an alien invasion!
[screech]
We have to protect our school!
No, Herby, you just
made it dirtier!
I got this!
Burt style.
AH!
It's got my shoe!
I'm taking charge!
Fighting isn't the answer.
I come in peace.
[screech]
Uh, Kirbie,
Donnie's taking charge.
OH NO! Help!
They've got me!
Uh, shouldn't someone
get Colonel Cork?
I've been
here all along.
And I'm NOT
impressed.
[Col. Cork grunting
and shouting]
[whimpering]
That was amazing,
Colonel Cork.
You stopped the invasion!
If you're going to be
real space explorers,
you have to learn
to take charge!
That's what I was doing
but those Amigo-clowns
ruined it.
You can't
lead when your head
is inside an alien's
mouth, Donald.
[others gasp]
They're back!
I wish.
This...
this is much worse.
This...
is my mother.
You have a mom?
The most strict, stern
parental unit in the galaxy.
Even her rule's
rules have rules.
[woman]
Colton!
Colton?
Mother?
Um, sir?
I thought that your mother...
fine as she is...
was a Commander General.
Make that retired
Commander General.
You're wearing...
jeans?
You always said that jeans
were the slacks of slackers.
I'm here to throw away
my rule book
and have some quality
mother son time, Corky.
F.Y.I. they're called jeanies
and surprisingly comfortable.
But you love rules.
Well, if I was wrong
about jeanies,
perhaps I've been
wrong about everything.
Time for us to experience the
fun I never let you have!
Sounds like fun.
You will stay right
here and practice
your combat training
until you are
capable cadets!
But it wasn't my fault!
[growl]
You heard him.
Get back to work!
No problemo.
Burt style!
Ow.
But mother-
Nuh uh.
It's Mom now.
You always said I couldn't
have a TV in my room.
Oh, I said a lot of things,
but I'm not commanding
a battalion anymore.
I'm commanding good times!
There!
Now let's go bladin'!
Woohoo!
So comfy in
these jeanies!
Come on, Colton,
live a little!
Mother, please.
Woo-doggie.
Bladin's thirsty work!
[Col. Cork]
Right from the carton?!
[belch]
Your turn, sonny.
Go on. It's fun!
♪ [tense music] ♪
Promise you
won't ground me?
I'll ground you
if you don't!
[nervous sigh]
[gulping]
[belch]
[♪♪♪]
[both laughing]
[both laughing]
[Col. Cork
shouting and cheering]
[Col. Cork
shouting and cheering]
[yawn]
I can't believe Colonel Cork
is like fifteen seconds
late for roll call.
[cackle]
Now's your chance Donnie.
Take it!
Ahem...
Something is obviously wrong
and I am taking charge.
Amigo-dorks,
go investigate Cork
while the rest of us
go get our blades!
Come on, everybody.
FREEDOM!
I do not like the idea
of Donnie in charge.
But he was right
about one thing.
We are the best investigators
at the Academy.
Let's go find the Colonel.
♪ [music behind door] ♪
What's that sound?
[gasp]
He's in trouble!
I'll save you!
Colonel Cork,
are you okay?
You missed roll call.
ROLLL!
There, I called it.
Haha!
Jokes!
[awkward laugh] Good one,
but, uh, shouldn't you be,
you know, um,
running the school?
Relax.
Just taking some chill time.
Mom says it's ai'ight.
Uh, where is she anyway?
Making pizza!
I never got to
have it growing up.
Against the rules.
[video game beeps]
NO WAY!
I full on sank that t*nk!
What is wrong with him?
I'm assuming his mom feels bad
about his strict upbringing
and she's trying to
make up for it, you know,
by letting him
do what he wants.
[Donnie]
Attention all students,
this is your leader,
Donnie Top Dog Dewayne.
Report to the gym for
an extreme dance battle
in my honour...
IMMEDIATELY!
Maybe it's not...
that... bad?
Kirbs, he somehow just made
dancing not sound fun.
Let's go!
No fair.
You took out my guy!
Ya snooze,
ya lose.
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪]
[cackle]
Yes!
Yes!
Battle for my amusement!
Do the running man
all over each other
while chanting my name!
Come on,
everybody!
Don-NIE!
[others chant
"Don-NIE! Don-NIE!"]
You in the back,
I can't hear you.
Don-NIE! Don-NIE!
Don-NIE...
...Oh.
What are you
doing here?
Just knitting
a cat a sweater...
What does it look
like I'm doing?
OF COURSE I'm ruling!
But, Colonel Cork
is in charge.
Oh?
Really?
Oh, okay in that case
where is he, huh?
Yeah, 'cause I thought
you were going to get him.
Looks like you failed
your assignment.
And what do we
do with failures?
[student]
PUT THEM IN JAIL!
I forgot to bow down!
GET THOSE AMIGO-TRAITORS!
We need Cork back,
and fast!
I have an idea.
OOF!
HEY!
That was close.
What's the plan, Herb?
This...
And if it doesn't snap 'em
out of it, nothing will.
What's it do?
[computer]
Core meltdown in five minutes.
Well, that's extreme.
I like it.
Come on, let's go watch
Cork save the school!
[students roaring and screaming]
[students roaring and screaming]
More cheesy puffs!
Where are Cork
and his Mom?
The students are
having a melt down
and the core is about
to melt down too!
It's worse
than I thought.
Time for plan B.
Mrs. Cork's Mom!
Oh, thank goodness.
This pizza smells nothing like
the ads on TV tell me it should.
Oh, it helps if you
take it out of the box.
BUT FORGET THAT!
Your son is in danger!
[gasp]
[gasp]
Mother's in danger?!
She's been captured
by Donnie
and his pack of
rogue students.
You have to save her!
Where's my son?!
Where's my mother?!
Help me!
The students have gone mad
and I have no idea why!
You're okay?
You're okay?
You're okay!
You're okay!
But the school
is NOT okay!
Now, grow up
and act like
the responsible
leaders you are!
It's not so bad.
Just some kids blowing
off a little steam...
And just a few lightbulbs...
And just my decorated son's
picture on the wall...
GAH!
I'm sorry son.
It's been fun,
but I just can't be
the free- wheeling mom
you want me to be
anymore.
The only mom I want...
is the one I've
always had.
[both]
ATTENNNNNTION!!
You WILL stop this unruly
behaviour immediately!
[computer] Ten seconds
until reactor meltdown.
You will STOP melting down.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
Meltdown averted.
If things aren't
back to normal and fast,
it's ten laps around
the academy...
without space helmets!
[students groan]
I'm proud of
you Colton.
I mean Colonel.
And I'm proud
of you, Mom.
I mean Mother.
And no need to thank us.
According to my rule book
lying to a superior
about his mother
being in danger
is a punishable offence.
Oh, I couldn't
agree more!
As is impersonating a leading
officer of the Academy
and imprisoning
your fellow cadets.
But...
but--
Talking back to
a commanding officer?
Another detention!
A hint of squidginess with
a whiff of rubber and...
fuzzy tomato.
[gag]
[shudder]
Deeeee-licious.
[belch]
Kirbie!
Take back that burp!
[belch sound reversed]
Any future expulsions
will lead to
actual expulsions
from the Academy!
That goes for you as well,
Herbert and Burtholemew.
Since when is a burp a crime?
Now, you listen up.
Today I, Colonel Cork,
am responsible for a very
important VIP guest.
How important?
Extremely!
Ooooooh!
The VIP is
the Ultra-President
of the Supreme Council
of the Mega School Board.
[gasps]
He is coming for the annual
State of the
Universe tea party.
If this event with
President Skillsworthy
does not go perfectly,
we're all done for.
So, you better be on
the best of your
best behavior.
I'm warning you.
NO FUNNY BUSINESS!
[belch,
relieved sigh]
Woo!
Any longer and that woulda
come out the other end.
Guys, you heard Cork.
He's counting on us
to make sure
there's no
funny business,
so keep your eyes peeled.
You got it.
[all gasp]
[indecipherable whispering]
Whoa!
Look, guys.
Suspicious-looking lurkers.
The ones lurking
suspiciously?
Yup.
This is the funny business
Cork wants us to put
out of business.
Burt, you distract them.
Kirbie, follow me.
Excuse me, sirs.
Do you know where
I can buy some,
um, apples?
What about, uh,
ooh pencils?!
Yeah, pencils...
[whispering] The good kind.
When I open the
garbage chute door,
you get on your hands
and knees.
I'm looking to buy
a framed painting
of a smiling donkey
on water-skis.
Look kid,
we're kinda busy.
[♪♪♪]
[sigh]
All in a responsible
day's work.
Cork would be proud.
I highly doubt it.
Proud of what?
Ah, well you see we were
patrolling the halls
for "funny business," and--
You will do
no such thing!
Leave that to the VIP's
security team.
You've probably seen them
sweeping the campus for threats.
Security team?
Uh oh.
Imposing big guys?
Dark suits?
These sunglasses?
What have you done?
Hero business.
[growl]
Do not leave this room.
Do not think about
leaving this room.
Do not allow the words
"leave, this and room"
to cross your
minds in any order.
Our VIP guest is
now exposed to
threats of all kinds,
including,
but not limited to...
FUNNY BUSINESS!
Punishment to be determined.
Aw, we really
let Cork down.
And he thinks
so highly of us.
He's probably more
sad than angry.
We should
make him a pie.
But nothing shows an apology
like a homemade card that says
just how sorry we really are.
To the craft station!
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪]
[Kirbie]
It's perfect!
Honorable Mr. Zark,
it is a pleasure to
welcome you again.
Yes, yes, yes.
I hope you have that
Saturnian biscotti I so love.
Hard as a rock.
Only the most stately molars
can chew such a treat.
And there are no molars
as distinguished
as yours, I'm sure.
[chuckle]
It pairs so well with
Venutian tea...
[both]
Half a milk and three sugars!
Oh, you certainly know how to
throw a no-nonsense tea party.
Why, thank you.
Now, please follow me.
Academy President Skillsworthy
eagerly awaits your arrival.
[grunt]
Oh, how adorable!
A hand-made...
wait...
is this macaroni?
[siren]
Seriously?
How's anyone allergic
to macaroni?
Dry, uncooked macaroni?!
AGH!
This is terrible.
Skillsworthy
trusted me to handle
this most prestigious event
and it's ruined.
His favorite thing in
the universe is tea parties.
[gasp] I hope you
don't get fired.
Or worse...
lose your job.
Don't worry,
Colonel.
We'll take
care of this.
I have a plan.
[groan]
♪ [drumroll] ♪
[applause]
[♪♪♪]
[crowd booing]
[cheering]
And now for Mr. Zark's
State of the Universe address.
[cough]
The universe is
in such a state
of universal
state...ting.
Here, here!
Magnificent.
Couldn't have
said it better myself.
And now for a cup of tea.
Then this tea party
will be finished
and everyone will
be pleased with
how well it went.
Boys?
♪ [baroque chamber music] ♪
♪ [baroque chamber music] ♪
[sigh]
Don't forget your favourite.
Mmmm!
Saturnian biscotti.
Like biting a diamond.
OW! OW! OW!
[shocked gasp]
[power shuts down]
[Skillsworthy]
We seem to have blown a fuse.
How embarrassing.
Forgive me,
Mister...
♪ [dramatic music] ♪
[gasp]
Where did he go?!
Security!
Check backstage!
[both scream]
[yelp]
He's not there!
I mean...
He's not there.
Sir, I believe Mr. Zark
has just been...
kidnapped!
Kidnapped?
How could this happen
on my campus?
Colonel, you assured me
of the utmost security!
[stammer]
Not to worry,
Mister Skillsworthy.
This kind of thing
happens all the time.
Really?
Probably.
[Herby] Help!
This wasn't part of the show!
I'll get him back, Sir!
Three heads are
better than one.
Take the security
team with you.
Scratch that--
four heads are
better than three!
I'm coming too.
Wait a minute...
don't you have your own
special security ship?
Why are we in Woody?
The kidnappers...
um, they cut the fuel lines.
SCOUNDRELS!
[Woody]
Uh, what's going on?
Why are you dressed like--
I'll explain later.
[whispering] Just go with it.
There they are!
[Cork] Herb-- ugh, Zark
is waving from the window.
Sir, we're coming
to get you!
[Cork]
Release the VIP!
[kidnapper] Not before
you give us what we want!
Which is?
Free movie tickets...
Seems reasonable.
...for life!
Well, that's a bit steep!
[kidnapper]
And a framed painting
of a smiling donkey
on water-skis.
Make it two!
[Woody]
I am so confused right now.
Now listen good,
you weasels!
I'll give you
a framed photograph
of my fist cleaning
your clocks!
How many times
do I have to say?
I'm not really Zark!
My name is Herby.
Yeah, right.
They're going into
the asteroid field!
[gasp]
[♪♪♪]
We're never
going to catch them!
And the biggest shame of all...
We never even got to finish
the Saturnian biscotti.
Saturnian biscotti.
It's as hard
as a rock!
And twice
as delicious.
Is there an ejection
chute on this thing?
Well...
Er, Colonel, they've never
been on this ship before.
Uh, in my experience
aboard many, many ships
as a security guard,
yes...
it's over there.
That's the toilet.
Well, where do you think
it goes after you go?
[growl]
[♪♪♪]
Almost there...
Three, two, one...
flush!
[fart sound]
[electronics buzzing,
engine failing]
You guys did it!
Stinkin' biscuits!
Ugh.
[pained groan]
[gasp]
I'm sorry that this tea party
has been such a debacle.
It was an honest mistake.
These things happen.
Well, that's certainly
a positive outlook
in light of a kidnapping.
Kidnapping?
Hey, that's the guy that
threw us into the garbage chute.
And LOOK what we found there!
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
[♪♪♪]
Three!
01x20 - Parental Misguidance/VIP Mistreatment
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Centers on three 13-year-old incompetent anthropomorphic dinosaurs named Herby, Kirbie, and Burt who are hailed as heroes after saving Earth from annihilation.
Centers on three 13-year-old incompetent anthropomorphic dinosaurs named Herby, Kirbie, and Burt who are hailed as heroes after saving Earth from annihilation.