02x11 - The Music Villain

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Zodavia: I'm pleased
with the progress

You've made
with your powers, loonatics.

Ace, your mastery
of the guardian strike sword

Continues to grow.

Soon you will be ready
to learn new skills.

And tech--

I see you've had
quite an improvement

From last year in the
non-technology hero department.

I've been trying
to get out of the lab more.

Well, keep it up.

It's most impressive.

Yeah, yeah,
impressive, schmessive.

Techie's real tough.

Computer: level "z" encrypted
e-message for zodavia.

From who?

A dot voice
at yesterday.

Read the message.

Zodavia, you plus one
are invited

To the cosmic abyss

For tonight's concert.
Signed, a friend.

That's a pretty
hot ticket.

So, who's your
secret admirer?

I--i don't know,

But I would like
to find out.

So, zodavia, who's the
lucky one you're taking?

As if I didn't know.

Hmm.

Let me see.

I'm taking tech.

You're taking who?

Really?
Well, i--i'm honored.

Heh, heh, yeah.
Congratulations, old buddy.

Heh, heh.
Teacher's pet.

Man: whoo-hoo!

Thanks again
for the invite, zodavia.

You earned it, tech.

You've shown great skills
as a crime fighter.

Nice dress, zodavia.

Duck, what are
you doing here?

I was just
in the neighborhood.

I thought
I'd "quack" in.

Get it? Ha ha!
Saves on admission.

You know, duck,

These seats are
made for one.

You're right.

Maybe you could fetch us
something to drink.

Say, how 'bout
you and me

Hoof it
to the ol' dance floor?

I dance almost as well
as I fight crime.

Sorry, duck,

But these strobes
seem to be

Giving me a headache.

I say, toes a-tappin'.

They're swingin' like a gate

Playin' their newest hit,

Acmetropolis eats
its yogurt. Heh, heh.

So, go on and--and
put your feet together

For bootes belinda
and his d--i say,

Deaf white rubber ball band!

Bandits!

I am the bootes!

And this is my crew.

On trisonic lead guitar,

Worm brain!

And tickling
the keyboards, baby,

You got the keyboard man!

And I want you all

To get funkin', baby!

I know that tune.

Time to shake
what hasn't been shook

In years!

A-yabba-dabba,
this is for you, zady.

h* h*!

* Rockets out!

* Loonatics bust out

* Rev, lexi, and tech

* Slam and duck

Work it!

* Set, let's jet

* Ace is cool
and leads the pack *

* Ace's sword
drives 'em back *

* When big, bad bots
smackdown jack *

* Lexi's brain blast
makes 'em crack *

* Quackin' in,
quackin' out *

* Duck will make
them traitors shout *

* Activate, regenerate

* Magnetic powers
levitate *

* Set, let's jet

Bam, slam!

* Uh, tornado zing
when he models *

* It's set. Let's jet!

* Supersonic rev
heats 'em up *

* At the speed of light

* Set. Let's jet!

Work it!

* Set! Let's jet!

* Whoo! Power
to protect and serve *

* Tons of ego,
lots of nerve *

* Never question,
never swerve *

* Loonatics unleashed!

It's time...

To bring
the house down, bobbles.

All: aah!

h* h*! Yeah, baby!

I'm in the groove, bobbles.

Hit me!

And I want you all...

To get funkin', baby!

Rip on, hit me!

Zodavia, look out!

Unh!

Ha ha!

Time to get funky
with danger duck!

Let's break...

It down!

Bootes:
whoa! Uhh!

Uhh!

All right, boys,

It's time
for our big finale!

Good night, and thank you,
acmetropolis!

Looks like
the music makers

Boogied on out of here.

Why do I get the feeling
we're gonna see them again?

Who were those guys?

And where did they
get those funky instruments?

I don't know,

But there's something about
that tune they played.

I think I once
heard it on freleng.

Hmm.
Too bubblegum for me.

Computer: emergency.

Emergency!

Communication security
breached.

Uh, what's up, baby?

It's just
like old times, baby.

I've never seen you
before in my life!

Maybe you're not looking
close enough, "z."

Must have one of those faces
easy to forget.

But, uh, don't worry,

We'll meet again.

Soon, zady.

Yeah.

Old boyfriend problems?

Like I said,
I've never seen him before.

Maybe we should
do some snoopin',

And see where "handsome"
and his funky band play next.

Oh! What?

The lumerias flower
of freleng.

It can't be.

Not here.

No!

Oh, yeah, zady!

And guess who?

Miss ol' bootes
heh heh heh.

What

No, no, no!

It's "what's happenin',"
baby.

And it ain't you,
that's for shizzle, bobble.

So, how you like
my little gift?

The black dwarf daisy,

A cosmic light-sucker.

No photons
escape its petals.

And for a cat like you,

Whose might
come from the light,

It's a real drain
on the brizz-izzain, baby.

I--i'll destroy you.

Just don't make
any promises you can't keep.

Ha ha ha!
Oh, hit me!

That's the seventh club,
and no bootes.

We got zip.

Speak for yourself.

Ace: you're hopeless, duck.

It's zodavia!

Code red!
She's in trouble!

Let's jet!

Woman: ducky boy, yoo-hoo!

Someone hit the lights!

Danger: this is bad.

Very bad!

Ace: yeah.

Where's zodavia?

Boy, looks like the maid's
in for a butt-kickin'.

Uh, I don't think
a maid did this, duck.

Tech, run
the security cam footage.

Ace: what's that?

No!

- Hey!
- Whoa!

Hey, loonies!

Zady's a little in the dark
about this whole thing.

So, uh, I'm gonna shed
a little flashlight on it,

You dig?

Help me, loonatics.

I'm being held prisoner.

I need light.

I feel so weak.

Whaddya want, bootes?

If you want your boss babe
to finish the gig,

There's a little
cosmic guitar

I'd like ugly coyote
to funkenstein up for me.

Do that, and zady--

She can go free as a bird!

So where's the drop?

Ask the bow-wow.

I'm sure by now
he's got a fix.

You got his signal?

It came from the old
railyard, outside of town.

Can you build
the guitar he wants?

Is the line integral
of the magnetic flux

Around a closed curve
proportional

To the algebraic sum
of electrical currents

Flowing through
that closed curve?

Yes. Duh.

We gotta do
whatever it takes

To get our zodavia back.

You really do
care about her.

You bet.
We save boss lady,

Oh!

- Good job!
- Wow, tech!

You're a genius.

Everybody know the plan?

Check.

Check.

Check.

Yeah!
What?

I--i mean, check!

Heh.

Double check.

Ace: you got anything, tech?

Yeah.

Bandits! Yoo-hoo!

Hey, loonies.

If it ain't
a blast from the past.

You got the package, baby?

Yeah, baby.
We got it.

Now where's zodavia?

No big thing.
Ha ha ha! Ow!

Presenting...

Your cosmic
leading lady, zady!

So, are we gonna dance?

Only if I get to lead.

This one's for you, zady.

Give him the funk, boys!

Aah!

Play that song
with the funky beat,

And beat 'em silly, babies!

I'm in the groove,
bobble. Hit me!

Nice shot
with the gluco-gel, tech.

Now, bootes,
you'll be singing

Another tune
where you're going,

To the hokey-pokey.

What's this?

Lexi: mannequins

Man: here's how, loonatics.

Zodavia!

Zodavia.

She's a hologram!

Whoo-hoo! Heh heh heh!

Let's make
some funky music, boys!

Bandits!

I am the bootes!

Love to stay and rap,

But, uh, got another gig
uptown, bobbles.

Thanks for the strings,
hairball.

Bootes: good night,
and thank you, bobbles.

Thank you
and good night, loonatics!

My...energy is--

Going...going...

Gone, thanks to my techno-wacko
musical genius.

Now, to drain your power

Into my cosmic guitar!

But...why?

You never paid
any attention to me

Back on freleng.

But maybe you'll pay
attention to me now, zady.

Oh! Rupes oberon?

Heh heh heh!

So you do remember?

You were always so busy
hanging with the elite,

Always obsessed
with global galaxy issues.

All I wanted was to become
a member of your court

And to serve you.

I even brought you
a present.

For you, my lady.

I wanted it to be freleng's
new national anthem,

So I could
be remembered forever.

But you ignored me

And my music!

But rupes, we already
had a national anthem--

That had words.

But mine was better!

* Yeow!

No!

Anyway,
now I have the power--

Your power.

And things
are gonna be different.

People are gonna
know who I am.

With the help

Of my galactic funk band!

Baby!

You have to dig.

It's all about
the key man's big plan

To make the universe
sit up and notice him.

Just like
they notice me, bobbles.

After performing
a sonic scan

Of each of the band members
using my bio-quantum filter,

They're all mannequins,
except for one.

You mean like puppets?

Yeah. But who's
pulling the strings?

That would be
the keyboard man.

Now I understand
why he wanted

The 64-string guitar.

Are you familiar
with the string theory?

Of course. It's that
stuff that you wrap

Around your pinkie
so that you don't, uh...

You don't, uh...

Ah, I forgot.

Think of the universe
as a galactic orchestra,

The keyboard man knows
that if he can channel

Zodavia's energy
into his guitar,

He can use that power
to control the universe.

Uh, you said
something about string?

So if "fingers"
was tough before,

He'll be impossible
to stop now.

Then, what's
his next move?

Beats me.
I'm a brilliant scientist,

Not a moody musician.

A moody musician
looking for attention.

Whatever he's gonna try,

He'll want the biggest
audience possible.

All: galaxyfest!

The ultimate
concert of concerts.

We gotta figure out
a way to stop him

And get zodavia back!

Let's jet!

Ace: hey, keep
your eyes peeled.

The key man's gotta
be around here somewhere.

Yoo-hoo! Hey, loonies!

Glad you could make it
to the game, bobbles.

Me and the band
wanna welcome you

With a little song
I call,

Kiss your butts
bye-bye, loonatics!

Go ahead, worm brain!

Hit me!

All: aah!

All: uhh!

Yow!

See if you can keep up

With this
little number, bootes.

Ha ha ha, hoo hoo!

Aah!

Oh, yeah.

It's time
to take total control.

One universe
under one groove.

My groove!

Not if I can help it.

Rupes: blast her, bootes!

Rupes: once I boogie my way

Through this wormhole
and find the other dog

Of equal power,

The whole universe
will be playing

My tune, baby!

Zodavia: stop him!

He's gone.

Good riddance to bad
music, I always say.

You know,
duck has a point.

We can always
get the guitar back.

I'm afraid that
it's not just the guitar