02x01 - An Imposter Among Us

[bunniefuu]

[spooky music]

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[thunder rumbles]

♪ ♪

- [groans sharply]

- This is where it all started,

when I became a different person,

when I almost sent the entire world

back to the dark ages.

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But to understand how I got here,

we have to go back to the not so dark ages.

[upbeat music]

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- Tell me you're indestructible

without telling me you're indestructible.

I'll go first.

[electricity crackles] [screaming]

I'm okay. - Quiet down.

I'm watching a BooTube video

called " ways to Hurt a Bad Guy with a Rusty Spoon."

- You can't hurt anybody with a rusty spoo--ow!

That hurt. - I said quiet down.

- They're making more noise than I am.

- Hey, guys, we're supposed to be testing

this new fight training game.

- Yeah, where did that thing come from?

- Oh, I found it in this strange package

outside the Man's Nest.

- You found a strange package, and you just brought it inside?

- The return label said fun town.

- Well, I'm glad you did 'cause I'm about

to b*at this purple suit guy.

- That's not purple suit guy. That's Rick Twittler.

- Who's Rick Twittler?

- Who's Rick Twittler? Ow!

Stop it!

- [grunts] - Just--

- Hey. - That's Rick Twittler.

He's a computer genius

who invented TwitFlash.

- Love TwitFlash. - Same.

- It's a toxic community. - That's why I love it.

- Yeah, well, Rick Twittler didn't.

Once he saw how social media ruined the world,

he created a living computer virus

to k*ll the internet forever. Check it out.

- I am virus. I spread and destroy.

- That's it?

- What do you mean, "that's it?"

Those viruses were terrifying.

- Well, sure, but, I mean,

who cares if someone destroys the internet?

- I know I don't.

- It doesn't really affect us. - I couldn't care less.

- The world runs on internet.

Without it, everything's chaos.

Food shortages, power outages, no more video games,

no more--Chapa, so help me,

you throw one more rusty spoon at me!

- Humanity has existed

for tens of thousands of years before the internet.

I mean, I think we'd be fine.

- Oh, yeah, well, maybe I'll just turn off

our internet right now. - Go ahead, old man.

- Welcome to the dark ages.

[alarms blaring] [people screaming]

- Warning, internet down. Repeat, internet down.

Please proceed to panic.

- What happened to the internet?

I was taking a wireless shower. - Turned it off.

- But I can't download water without the internet.

Now turn it back on, Ray! - Hey, easy.

- Internet back on.

- Thank you.

- All right, well that was a whole ten seconds

without the internet. Let's check in on Mika.

[soft dramatic music]

What you up to, hon? - Panicked.

Tried making an internet box

out of sticks and gum because internet gone.

- Okay.

Chapa, trying to eat your keyboard?

- Bleh. I got hungry.

- Well, can I ask these two for some food

'cause it looks like they're trying to cook Tiny Ray.

- [high-pitched] I'm not food.

I'm Tiny Ray.

- I don't know what came over me, man.

- Let's never speak of this again.

- I'm happy to as soon as I get a thank you from all of you

for defeating Rick Twittler, his computer viruses,

and saving the internet and the entire world.

[together] Thank you, Ray.

- Henry did most of the fighting.

- Go take your shower. - [gasps]

- Bosey. - Cappy.

- I need you to pick up all this junk,

load it into a trash rocket,

book me a cheese massage, and take Tiny Ray back to jail.

- [high-pitched] You'll never catch me!

- No can do, boss.

- Oh, I do not pay you to be my assistant

to tell me no.

- You don't pay him to be your assistant at all.

- Bose please levitate Chapa away from me.

- Ooh, too scared of her to do that.

And Brainstorm's got a pair of PearFace date

with someone who bid on me at that charity auction

for endangered napping turtles.

- Oh, you got a date? Ah, that's cute.

I got two dates from that auction, buddy.

Raised over bucks. - Bose got ,.

- Some girl paid $, dollars to go on a date with you?

- No, sir, , girls paid a thousand dollars each

to go on a date with me.

- There's no way a thousand girls paid $,

to go on a date with Brainstorm.

- Each.

- If they did, they'd be talking about it

all over the news. - They are.

- Breaking news, , girls

paid $, to go on a date with Brainstorm.

- Each. - That's right, Mary.

- Brainstorm broke the previous record

for charity dates, edging out Captain Man's

original record of two. - Ouch.

- Why--why even bring me up?

- Taking you now to the five-day forecast.

The next few days are fine, but five days from now,

the weather is going to turn spooky.

- Dang it.

- Yeah, I hate spooky weather too.

- I like silly weather.

- No, I just can't b*at this Twittler guy in the game.

- I b*at him in real life. Turned his brain into oatmeal.

In fact, I'm pretty sure his body's

still around here somewhere.

Anyway, give me the goggles. I want to play.

- No.

I am not gonna do anything else until I b*at this game,

so everyone just stay out of my way!

- ♪ Mika's on a mission, gonna level up ♪

♪ Grinding her time, gonna b*at the boss ♪

♪ And they'll all say ♪

♪ Get out of the way ♪

- Hiyah!

- ♪ Spending all day playing ninja games ♪

♪ Racking up that XP, finding Easter eggs ♪

♪ And they'll all say what's her name? ♪

♪ She's beaten the boss, and there's never a loss ♪

♪ And she's kicking and punching ♪

♪ No matter the cost, we're going down, down, down ♪

♪ Who will save you now? ♪ - That is it.

- ♪ Mika, look out for ♪

♪ Look out for ♪

♪ The highest score ♪

- Took me five days to master that game,

but I finally b*at it.

[grunts]

Whoo, whoo!

- Keep it down. Some of us are sleeping.

- Sorry.

- Well done. You've unlocked a new skin.

[high-pitched tone]

- [screaming]

No!

[high-pitched tone continues]

No! No!

Ah!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- It all just kind of happened.

[all speaking at once]

- Stop talking!

- ♪ Danger ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Danger, one, two, three, force ♪

[alarm blares]

[together] Emergency!

- That's just the doorbell. - I know.

[upbeat music]

- Aw, that's right.

Oh, that's gouda.

- I've gotten used to the weekly cheese massages,

but I got a lot of questions about that monkey.

- Same. - Who, this little guy?

That's my new helper monkey.

He's my assistant now since Bose is so busy

with his precious thousand dates.

- What was that?

I was making a reservation

for one of my precious thousand dates.

- Ugh, cheese me, monkey.

[monkey chirps]

Thank you.

- So that monkey's taking over all of Bose's assistant duties?

- That's right, and if my timing is correct,

which it always is, thanks to the little guy here,

this week's trash rocket should be blasting off

in exactly three, two, one...

And /.

[rocket whooshes]

Right on time.

- I hate to go all Mika on this one,

but I have serious questions

about why we're blasting our trash into space?

- Our stupid garbage man was giving me lip

about having to pick up toxic waste.

- So your solution was to load all of our trash into a rocket

and sh**t it into space? - That's right.

And now my toenail clippings

are orbiting this big, blue marble we call home.

- Weird flex but okay.

- Hey there fellow Danger Force crime fighters.

Hope you're all having a good day

just as I, Mika, am having.

Don't mind me. please return to your business.

[hums melody]

- I've made peace with the cheese massages.

I've gotten used to the monkey...

[monkey chirps]

But now I got a lot of questions about Mika.

- Yeah, she's acting kind of sus.

- So sus. - Mad sus.

- I'm sorry, sus? - Yeah sus, suspicious.

Like when you tell people you're under .

- That's sus.

- Too sus. - So sus.

- All right, next person that says "sus"

is putting a dollar in the sus jar.

- Bruh, another jar?

- Keep over slinging that stupid internet slang,

I'm making another jar.

- We've already got the cringe jar,

the yeet jar. We've got the dab jar.

- The toxic jar, the glizzy jar.

- The Henry jar

because you couldn't stop talking about Henry.

- Which is very sus by the way. - Hey, you guys made that one.

There's nothing sus about talking about Henry.

- Hello again, danger friends.

It is I, Mika Macklin, your pal from before?

Don't mind me.

I'm just bringing this rocket fuel through

for normal work purposes.

Well...

- Okay, she's definitely acting sus.

- Sus for sure.

- I agree that she's acting suspicious.

- One of us should follow her and see what's up.

- Yeah, but following and seeing what's up

is usually a Mika job. - So what do we do?

- Pretend it didn't happen and get a cheese massage?

- Ooh, great idea.

[electricity crackles] - Ow, oh!

- Cheese please.

Mmm.

That's much cheddar.

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- Hey, handsome?

- Captain Man's making you do prisoner checks?

What'd you do, Mika? Throw out his hair gel?

- Aw, I'm sorry. Mika isn't home right now.

If you'd like to leave a message,

I'll still ignore you.

- Uh, I don't think that's Mika.

- And the fur dumpster wins a prize.

- Is it my freedom?

- [laughs] No.

- So who are you? 'Cause you look like Mika.

- Oh, really?

[ominous music]

- How about now?

- [gasps] - [gasps]

- [high-pitched] Whoa.

- Wait, who are you?

- Wait, sorry, no idea who you are.

I'm a quick gasper. - Nothing here.

- Are you Trent Overunder?

- I'm Rick Twittler, Captain Man's greatest enemy.

- Actually, that's me. - Actually, it's not.

- Captain Man's greatest enemy is the slow march of time.

- Oh! [laughs]

Snap. - [chuckles]

Fine. I'm his second greatest enemy.

- So what are you doing in Mika?

- Long story short,

I uploaded my entire consciousness

into a supercomputer, you know, as a backup plan.

- Yeah, like I always keep

a few extra doughnuts lying around just in case.

- You've had doughnuts this whole time?

- Uh, no. - We're not falling for it.

- Anyway, it took a few years,

but that consciousness finally found a way

to insert itself into a video game,

and once that game was delivered to Danger Force,

it was game on.

- Sick plan, my dude. Go on.

- Whichever member of Danger Force was good enough

to b*at the game got a special prize.

- Was it a doughnut?

- Not a doughnut! Me, Rick Twittler.

I'm in Mika's brain. - Oh, yeah, I forgot.

- So now I know everything Mika knows including a lot more

than I care to know about horses.

- Listen up, Twittler,

whatever it is you've got planned for Captain Man,

I can definitely make it worse.

- Oh, yeah, this guy's crazy. - Oh, I'm sure you can.

Kind of got a lot going on right now

with the whole possessing someone else

so I can k*ll the internet and send humanity

back to the dark ages. - The what?

- A simpler time. I feel you.

- I feel that. - But be ready, Drexy.

I might let you out if I need you.

- Can you let me out right now though?

- Do you have any more doughnuts?

- None that I haven't licked.

- Then I'm never gonna to let you out.

- Oh, why you got to do Chest Monster like that?

[upbeat music]

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- Monkey, I do believe these are the salad days.

[monkey chirps]

Love you too, buddy.

- Ray, your massage table is starting to stink.

- Cheese never goes bad, Schwoz,

just gets more expensive.

- But look at all the flies on it.

[flies buzzing]

- Fine, throw it away.

- And we ran out of trash rockets.

- So buy more.

Take the money out of the Henry jar.

[rocket humming]

- Weird, that sounds like one of the rockets right now.

And where did that rope tied around your ankle come from?

- Oh, would you look at--

[screams]

- Huh.

He's not gonna be happy about that.

- I am not happy about this!

- Oh yeah, no one's liking your electric eel Clik Clok?

- No. Why, are they not?

all: Eh.

- Yeah, whatever. You know what?

I was just out there taking a nice sun

with my helper monkey

when someone tied me to a trash rocket

and launched me into space.

Oh, what? No one's gonna gasp?

- My bad. - Oh, my fault.

[all gasp]

- Hey, know what?

Don't give me your pity gasps, especially you.

- What did I do?

- Sorry, can you move over?

- Surely, you can't mean me,

Mika Macklin, your pal from before.

- You're not Mika my pal from before at all.

- Well, of course, I am. Tell them, Miles.

It's me, your sister, daughter of our parents?

Allow me to prove it to you

by telling you how many teeth a horse has.

- You have been acting sus all day.

- Yeah, big time sus. - Sustin Bieber.

- You're just being paranoid, friends.

It must be the spooky weather. - Oh, is it?

You see, as I was freeing myself

from the trash rocket, there was a moment

where I was suspended in midair.

I thought about the word suspended,

and it made me think about how much I hate the word sus.

And then I thought, "You know what's really sus?

"A video game that just shows up at your doorstep

"with no return address label

and a sign that says 'play me.'"

Seems like something a bad guy would make.

That's when it hit me. Shh, boom!

The video game is how some bad guy

has taken control of Mika.

And there's only one bad guy in all Swellview,

nay, the world who's smart enough

to pull that off. Dr. Minyak!

[all gasp]

- Oh, now you guys gasp?

- I am a lot smarter than that idiot Minyak.

- Bill Evil!

- What? No, come on.

Who is your greatest enemy?

- [gasps] The Toddler!

- Ooh, that devil. - He's a man child.

- Lil' Dynamite. - He's a literal child!

- Jeff! - Jeff!

- Ugh. - Krampus?

He messed us all up. - Oh, I hate that guy.

- No! Your greatest enemy.

Think.

- Oh, I got it!

It's the slow march of time. - No!

- Got it, yes! - Rick Twittler.

- Oh, yeah, Rick Twittler would know.

He knows lots of smart people. - I'm Rick Twittler!

[all gasp]

- Twittler. - Knew it all along.

- You did not. - So obvious.

- You guessed Jeff before you guessed me.

- We got there eventually, right?

- All right, everybody, step back.

I'm going to shock Twittler out of Mika's body.

- No one's zapping her.

That Twittler's still my sister.

- Thanks for your concern, but I don't need your help

'cause I've got a superpower,

and I can't wait to tell you about it.

- The heck was that? - That's not how Mika does it.

It's more like...

- Yeah. - I got it, I got it.

- It's gotta come from the diaphragm.

Get it--diaphragm. Bring it up.

- [chuckles] Minyak would have done it.

- Yeah, yeah, less yapping, more zapping!

[grunts] - [screams]

- My sister! - Sorry.

- I'm okay. How's Twittler?

- I think she knocked herself out

but Rick Twittler's still in there.

- So what do we do now? - I could shock her harder.

- Did someone say "new plan"?

- No.

- New plan. [chuckles]

Why, yes, I've got one.

Step one, we take Mika's body

to a place where she is surrounded by things

that make her happy and comfortable.

- A horse's birthday party?

- No. Just her bedroom.

- Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

- Yeah, that's easier. - And then what do we do?

- Then we perform an exorcism.

[thunder rumbles]

And we will exercise the Rick Twittler

out of her body. [chuckles]

- Exercise? I can definitely do that.

Okay, I can't do this anymore. Somebody switch with me.

- [screams] - We just started.

- And it's working.

- No, it's not. I'm Rick Twittler.

- Not for long.

Come on, everybody. Keep exercising.

- Bosey, switch with me please.

- All that time in the gym, and you don't do any cardio?

- I do cardio!

It's just that it was leg day yesterday

and I don't want my legs to get too swole.

- Uh-huh. - Keep going.

Nobody rests until she's not possessed.

[knocks]

- Hey, what's going on in there?

- It's my mom.

- It sounds like you're exercising.

I hope no one's doing cardio right after leg day.

- I told you. - We gotta distract her.

- I got it. Helper monkey.

- Yes. - We could ask him what to do.

- Or he could just distract her.

Helper monkey, distract.

- Oh, no, get out! There's a monkey in the house!

I'm so distracted!

- Mika's at the exercise point. Keep going.

- I need water.

Ugh, ugh, uh.

Watch where you're going! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.

[dramatic music]

- [screaming]

[scream distorts into electronic tones]

- [gasps]

Uh, what's everyone doing in my room?

And why are Ray's legs so swole?

- Well, I hope you're all happy.

[grunts]

- This Mika is clean.

- [screaming] - Oh, oh, oh!

- Guys, what's going on? I'm kind of stuck here.

Guys? Mom, what's going on?

- I don't know! There's a monkey on my face!

Does it look like I know what's going on?

- Okay, hold on!

[upbeat music]

- He says these should hold,

but you'll have to skip leg day for two weeks.

- Ray, I'm sorry I tied your ankle

to a rocket and sh*t you into space.

- Hey, you tried to murk your boss.

Don't b*at yourself up about it.

- It's good to have you back.

- For real. - Eh, it's fine.

[ethereal whoosh]

- Hey, one of you threw away those VR goggles, right?

- Yeah, helper monkey dumped them

in a trash rocket outside,

and as soon as that thing blasts off,

we're never gonna have to worry

about Rick Twittler ever again.

- Oh, and my mom got all the monkey rabies sh*ts,

and the doctor says she'll be just fine.

- Cheers to that.

- That story is over. - Ah, so over.

Won't have to worry about that ever again.

- Everything is coming up Danger Force.

- But we were wrong. The story wasn't over.

Not even close.

[ominous music]

- It's not over.

[laughs maniacally]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Always on the scene in the nick of time ♪

♪ The second I see trouble I know I'll be fine ♪

♪ I'm okay ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm okay ♪

♪ Danger ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Danger, one, two, three, force ♪