Robot Chicken Adult Swim Special (2026)

[bunniefuu]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

It was the 25th anniversary

of Adult Swim.

We had all gathered

for a celebratory cruise.

- Permission to board?

- Welcome. Welcome aboard.

Hey, did you pack anything? I didn't

know I was supposed to bring stuff.

I'm already feeling

a little seasick here, Eric.

Let me just support

your lumbar.

Champagne, sir?

Holy cow.

Am I in the future?

I am Adult Swim's new AI robot.

Soon everything will be AI.

That is bleak.

What about apples?

No, probably not apples.

Phew! Thank God.

Two by two,

just like Noah's Ark.

Get out of my way!

Daddy needs the bar.

The 25th anniversary

is known as the silver ann...

Nobody gives a sh*t.

[ Slurping ]

I do.

Are Rick and Morty here?

Oh, they're way

too important to be here.

But you can get your picture

taken with the walk a rounds.

[ Indistinct electronic voices ]

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

- [ Clucking ]

- [ Barking ]

Oh, quiet, Mr. Pickles.

No mischief now.

Wow! What a deal.

A free cruise,

and all I have to do is

shovel coal for 16 hours a day.

Oh, boy!

Boating is in my DNA.

You know, Michigan is known

as the Great Lakes State.

Now, that's good saltwater air.

Oh, geez. Objection.

R-Relevance, Your Honor.

Good question, lawyer Marty.

Where is this going,

Mr. Birdman?

Where, you ask,

Judge Mike Tyson?

On a one-way trip

to class-action

settlement-ville... town.

Adult Swim's negligence led to

846 deaths aboard that cruise.

Okay, I'm listening.

Now, Mr. Eagleheart,

you say...

My name's Chris Monsanto.

Should have

named the show "Monsanto."

You were on board

in your capacity

as cruise marshal, correct?

Yes.

INTERPOL tipped me off

to a pickpocket ring

of seafaring mimes.

[ Bal musette music playing ]

Freeze!

Cruise marshal!

Try to glass-box me,

m*therf*cker,

and I will... chk-chk!...

f*ck you up.

[ French accent ] Mon dieu!

Chris Monsanto, the legend

of my Mime Maison University!

Yes! Class of '99.

It is I, my love.

Francois?!

A criminal mime?

[ Sobs ] It makes sense

since you stole my heart.

h* h* h*!

Is that a g*n in your pocket

or do you...

Bang.

[ g*nsh*t ]

It was a g*n.

You were too beautiful to live.

Hi. I'm Dr. Blake Downs

with cruise ship safety tips.

When it comes

to proper footwear on the deck,

don't clown around.

Get it?

Whoa! Oh! Ohh! Oh!

How the hell

am I staying upright?!

Ohh!

[ Water splashes ]

Shark!

Mr. The Monarch,

your wife Dr. Mrs. The Monarch

testified you were on board,

quote,

with his "dumb-a*s friends"

to commit some dumb-a*s crimes,"

end quote.

We were there to steal

the Great Alaskan Jewel,

which I planned

to give my wife for Arbor Day

before she had needlessly

slandered my friends in court.

However...

Sky Monkey Pavilion Deck,

floor 12, door 38!

This is the place!

[ Rattling ]

Oh, great.

It's friggin' locked.

Stupid earthlings.

You must do the secret knock.

Yeah, the secret knock, man.

Ain't no secret-knock

instructions on my invite.

- There was a QR code...

- Yeah, man!

meant to be scanned

with your pathetic flip phone.

Eat a d*ck, telephones!

You got one of them

QVC codes on your invite, clown?

Dr. Rockso used

his invite to snort cocaine.

The code was there.

I saw it.

It was there!

I don't f*cking care.

Did anyone scan it?

Our Mint Mobile plan

does not cover the ocean

or anywhere with hills.

- But it's cheap, man!

- Just do, like, a regular knock.

Needs a little more

cocaine flair!

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock, knock!

Behold.

[ Knocks ]

I did the Mooninite

this-door-shall-open-

after-being-knocked-upon knock.

And now it is open.

[ Rattling ]

- Door's locked.

You don't know the secrets.

Dr. Rockso just gonna

make a key card out of balloons!

Watch this.

Oh, yeah.

[ Mumbling ]

[ Pops ]

That was Dr. Rockso's

last balloon.

[ Knocks ]

There. It is now open.

- Suck it, door.

- Suck it dry, door.

[ Rattling ]

- The door is locked, by the way.

Hey! Hey, yo!

Anyone in there?!

Will you keep it down,

you plebes?!

We're trying to have

a secret meeting in here.

Tonight we will execute

the heist of the century.

Aboard this ship is

the Great Alaskan Jewel.

Time-out!

Who the f*ck is this kid?

Uh, everyone meet my son,

Simon.

The babysitter canceled

last-minute.

Something about being pregnant.

And here we are.

- Uh...

The Great Alaskan Jewel is on

display in the Portside Theater.

Security cameras are here

and here.

And here's the cafeteria

with that crepe station.

Ooh, they got a crepe station!

The vault on board has three

layers of security fail-safes.

[ Bowl shatters ]

[ Groans ]

Oh, yeah. Things are...

Are pretty good.

Yeah, I'm pretty good, too.

I demand to be let

into the rich people's zone!

The party is open

to everyone, sir.

Then I am leaving!

Hold that thought.

Mousy and frowny at 12 o'clock.

Rrawr.

Pardon me, madam.

You happen to be in the market

for a future ex-husband

who will drain your financial

resources and your faith in men?

I'm pitching a miracle drug

to a pharmaceutical backer.

Oh, what a coincidence.

The name... Shake.

Shake Ibuprofen, inventor of...

Ah. No matter.

You don't care about...

Are you the inventor

of ibuprofen?

That's indeed

what I've led you to believe.

Now, how about we wrap

our lips around some drinks?

[ Farts ] I have to take the

biggest crap in the world, man.

I just like being in the line.

Boy, there's not a lot

of ventilation on this thing.

Guys, guys,

all these people

are clearly in line

to see the Great Alaskan Jewel.

Hey, g*ng.

In line for the meet-and-greet?

The what now?

It's 800 bucks,

but you get a tote bag.

$800 to see a jewel?

Do you know

how much cocaine that would buy?

No, idiots!

Not a jewel... the Jewel.

Did you know she lived

in her car?

I think we're gonna need

a plan B.

When in doubt,

steal the copper wire.

[ Laughs ]

- Uh-huh!

Dude, it's Tyler, the Creator

and the whole cast

of "Loiter Squad."

And Jon Glaser from "Delocated"

and Paul Scheer from "NSTF: S"...

Whatever...

Are in line at the taco bar.

Oh, you really dark out

over the live-action stuff, huh?

- Oh, not a fan?

- I'm a purist.

Adult Swim is

for adult cartoons.

Keep the live-action stuff

on Comedy Central.

Ooh, look!

It's Tim and Eric.

Oh, my God! Where?

Oh, nah,

it's just two white guys.

- This'll do.

- Oh, sh*t.

Brock's not gonna slit my

throat if I take a nap, is he?

Nah.

This is neutral hench territory.

Mmm. Oh, yeah.

That gentlemen

is decidedly uncircumcised.

Hey.

That's my chair.

I hung my towel on that chair

when the pool opened.

Jesus, man, that suit's so tight

I can see every hair follicle

on your ba*ls.

Hey, f*ck stick.

[ Thud, squelch ]

- Oh, my eye!

- Oh! Brock!

- Ah!

Hey, someone left perfectly

good nachos lying here.

Can you make my junk huge?

You're making my junk huge,

right?!

Welcome to the cruise ship

teen lounge,

where teenagers

can just be teenagers.

Oh, sweet!

Let's do whip-its and make out.

Ooh!

I call the spooky chick!

Triana isn't property.

And I called dibs on her boobs

a long time ago.

Ugh. I hope you all die

a watery death.

Wink!

I know, I know.

The sun and sea air can bring

out urges in young people

that'll put this whole boat

in danger.

But let's focus

that horny energy into song.

Here's some sheet music

for an a cappella version

of the "Superjail" theme song.

- Suck harder!

- I'm sucking!

Put your suck muscles into it!

Bluh!

My neighbor Carl's lawn's

about to get the world's biggest

p*nis burned into it!

Hold on.

Why are we siphoning gas?

I thought you were rich.

Of course I'm rich!

Or my name isn't... Sam Tylenol.

Aww.

Ah! You wouldn't do this

to Alexander Sudafed!

Oh! Oh, that hurt!

Could you keep it down?

This is my home!

I live in my car

You're a monster!

Why?

I'm taking the copper wire

out of a control box.

Ooh!

Whoopsy doodle!

[ Ship powering down ]

We've lost engines

on the right.

Starboard.

It has two R's in it.

That's how you remember.

Well, guys, we're doomed.

And f*ck.

The captain

always goes down with the ship.

Best of luck, Cap'n.

God damn it, someone took

all the copper wire

out of my jet pack!

[ expl*si*n ]

Hey, uh, you guys want to

explain the starboard

one more time?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Dethklok.

[ Death metal music blasts ]

Whoa!

Oh, my earplugs aren't working!

Poseidon

Sucks the floor of the sea

[ Singing indistinctly ]

Poseidon

Oh, I can't see jack

with these things.

[ Gulping ]

Ah, there we go.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

It's a... toonami!

[ Bell ringing ]

Toonami!



[ Mid-tempo jazz music plays ]









[ People screaming ]

The ball is rolling!

Quick! After it!

[ People screaming ]

Whoa! Joe Blow!

Toonami Mommy!

"Ani-may" or may not.

Aaaaaaaaah!

Three busy Debras

jumping on the bed!

- Aah!

- Whoa! Debra?

Two busy Debras...

Ohh!

Finally. Vacation!

Oh, no! Not you!

Aah!

Brace yourselves!

There really is

nothing like a Jet2holiday.

- I'm about to get sick, y'all.

- Ha haaa!

Whoa!

It's okay y'all.

I landed on this glass.

Uh-oh.

That ain't good.

Oh, f*ck.

Baby's gonna die.

Aah! Aah!

Oh!

[ Screaming ]

- Who needs a smile?

Sir? Sir, can you pause

the screaming?

He's not pausing the screaming.

He's still doing it.

That's okay. Have you heard of

crush syndrome?

It's when one's body

is compressed

and suffers impeded blood flow.

All your cells are dying,

which releases myoglobin

and potassium,

and when we push

this statue off you,

they will flood your body,

resulting in cardiac arrhythmia

and death.

So you're gonna be very,

very happy

to have the statue off of you,

but then you'll be dead.

- Oh, thank you!

- It's called a smiling death.

What do you think of that, sir?

[ Screaming ]

Sir, I need a verbal

confirmation. Come on, man.

[ Screaming ]

Um, yeah, I guess that works.

Oh, there we go.

Day saved. Problem solved.

Oh, geez, do you expect

this jury to believe.

Adult Swim would wreck

its own cruise ship?

Adult Swim has an established

pattern of organized mayhem.

[ Gallery murmuring ]

[ Gavel banging ]

That didn't look like no b*mb,

and it didn't sniff like no b*mb

either.

So there was no other conclusion

for us to come to

except that it was a b*mb.

If being an idiot was a crime,

the whole city

would be behind bars!

It's Boston!

Everything's a b*mb.

Evidence will prove otherwise.

He's got a b*mb!

Leaps!

The ship's sinking.

This whole place is gonna flood.

We need to go up.

When you say up,

do you mean down?

Because we're upside down.

Oh, Black Jesus.

What should we do?

Just Jesus is fine.

My heavenly Father

will deliver us to safety!

- Amen!

- What are you doing?

[ Farting ] Leave them, Brock.

They're already dead.

- This way.

- Brock, just stop.

So, kind of a nepo baby, huh?

We're gonna go into acting.

Everyone stay calm.

You just have to believe!

- Praise the Lord!

I know the real Jesus

was Black.

Is that r*cist?

Where are we going?

Black Jesus,

I don't know if you've noticed,

but we're getting

uncomfortably close to the top.

I see that.

Uh, oh, sh*t.

Everyone get back

into the water!

- We can't!

- I can't get in the water, guys.

Why won't Black Jesus help me

under the water?

I'm gonna get crushed!

I knew the real Jesus

wasn't Black!

[ Squelches ]

The Mike Tyson Mystery is here

to solve the case

of the flipped ship.

Ha ha! You fell for

my greatest prank yet.

Eric Andr, you did this?

Well [clears throat] my prank

was telling you it was a prank.

We're all gonna die.

Michael, of all the ways

I thought you'd die,

a "Poseidon Adventure" rip-off

was low on the list.

Oh, Poseidon,

the Greek god of the underwater

and domain of all the dolphins?

Yes!

Um, but, uh, no, not...

Nobody puts my adopted daughter

Yung Hee in danger...

Even Poseidon,

Greek god of the underwater

domain and all the dolphins!

- But...

- I'm gonna f*ck that guy up.



Which one of you is Poseidon?

You'll have to tickle it

out of us.

How are you talking underwater?

I'm the heavyweight champion

of the world.

You think I never learned

to talk underwater?

We got caught

in the same tsunami...

- It was a toonami.

- that capsized your ship.

Swallowing a little bit

too much saltwater.

[ Laughing maniacally ]

I am Poseidon,

Greek god

of the underwater domains

and all the dolphins!

Dethklok mocked me,

so everyone on this Adult Swim

cruise is sentenced to die!

I sentence you to a beatdown

for... for scaring my adopted

daughter, Yung Hee,

and, second, for making me

swallow so much saltwater.

- Aah!

- Down, Poseidon.

- Oh, my God, he hits so hard.

- Objection!

The judge is presiding

over a lawsuit

in which he's a plaintiff.

It's a conflict of interests.

I will allow it.

It's a dead end!

I've still got the mime g*n

if anybody wants

the coward's way out.

Chk-chk-chk!

One of us will have to dive in

and find a way through.

But who?

We should draw straws.

[ Farting ] We don't have

any straws.

Luckily, I forgot my Lady Bic.

[ Ripping ]

Rip!

- Ugh!

- Oh, no.

- No, thank you.

- Fine. Dealer's choice.

I can't

swim!

[ Water bubbling ]

[ Bubbling stops ]

Ha! Adult Can't Swim!

Up top!

RIP.

Rest in pubes.

Guys, you know, at scout camp,

we used a dead kid

as a makeshift oxygen tank.

If only we had those straws.

Oh, sh*t.

I had straws after all.

Stab, stab, stab!

Shoveling all that coal

was hard work,

but it was worth it to make it

onto the Adult Swim cruise!

[ Ship horn blows ]

Wait a minute.

I ended up

on the public domain cruise?!

Nooooo!

That ladder's our way out.

I can't jump that far!

I got little legs, m*therf*cker!

[ Farting ] I can get you

across, but it won't be pretty.

And it won't smell good either.

Okay, we get it.

You're farting us across.

Yes, please.

Do it.

- [ Farts ]

- Oh!

Ow!

- Who's next? [ Farts ]

I'm already locked and loaded.

[ Farts ]

Bad news, Meatwad.

I'm all out of gas.

Hurry! There's no time!

You've got to eat me, man.

Turn me into farts

and save yourself!

No, Meatwad!

We'll find another way.

Just f*cking eat him, man!

Eat me.

[ Sobbing ] You're the bravest

meatball.

I'm just curious.

How does Assy eat...

- Aah!

- Oh, no!

[ Assy crying ]

Ah! Oh, wow.

For Meatwad!

[ Farting ]

That's our way out.

Climb! Climb!

All that work for nothin'.

If by "nothing" you mean

"memories that will last

a lifetime."

Ah ha ha ha!

- Look!

- Simon, you did it!

We're rich! Rich!

Not for long, though.

Simon...

Don't, now.

Son, there's more

than enough room on the door

for you and the ball.

- Simon! Simon!

- Son...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't you do that,

you little prick.

[ All screaming ]

- No!

- No!

Hey, Stormy, check this out.



- Oh!

- Oh, boy.

We're rich!

Ahoy!

You guys see a ball of meat

or an as*h*le milkshake

in there?

[ Farts ]

Don't cry, friend.

I'll be okay.

Meatwad, are you dead?

I'm all good.

All farts go to heaven.

Rest in pubes.

Oh, sh*t.

[ Grunts ]

[ Ripping ]

Yes!

Where did that come from?

Ladies and gentlemen

of the jury,

this was corporate malfeasance.

The guest list included

supervillains and morons.

They booked a musical act

known for summoning

angry gods of yore!

Not Jewel. She's lovely.

Lived in her car.

We're asking for justice

and $1 trillion.

Or 50 pounds of copper wire,

whichever is worth more.

Gracias.

The Birdman spins

quite a yarn... of bullshit!

Flashback g*n!

Forget, Jewel.

Did you know that copper wire

goes for $4 a pound?

Hyah!

This guy's a genius.

All right, party people!

Nothing says poolside fun

like two hours

of Beach Boys covers!

I think they'd rather hear

the Poseidon song.

Ooh!

We love money!

Well, g*ng, we're doomed.

And f*ck.

The captain

always goes down with the ship.

[ Whispering indistinctly ]

Best of luck, Cap'n.

Enjoy the jet pack, sir.

Should be a short flight.

[ Laughs maniacally ]

But none of that ever happened.

You know, flashbacks never lie.

[ Mumbling ] They never do.

They never lie.

[ Bible thuds ]

I do.

Looks like

Simon wants to testify.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five?

- My God, he's right.

Rewind those flashbacks.

Stop! Right there.

Zoom! Enhance!

In each flashback,

I've got six fingers.

That's [gasps] one extra!

Yeah, it was AI the whole time!

Mike Tyson?

But how?!

And you know who else

has six fingers?

Me! No, I mean him.

My hand!

I am the only me, f*ck!

Oh, snap. It's that AI waiter

from the cruise!

- Wrong!

- Aah!

I'm not a waiter at all!

I'm the new overlord

of Adult Swim.

But what about Adult Swim

president Michael Ouweleen?

Funny story.

I said, "I'm in charge now,

Michael Ouweleen."

And he said,

"Over my dead body, robot."

And I said, "Cool."

But why k*ll all your talent?

Because Adult Swim is

just random, cheap crap.

AI can do random crap

a thousand times faster!

Ha ha ha!

The cruise was

the perfect opportunity

to get rid of you all.

Except Rick and Morty.

You're my babies.

I love you, golden goose.

Not yet!

Adult Swim was

never cheap and crappy.

The creators poured their hearts

and souls into every show!

I'll create an original show,

extra original...

Full of heart, soul,

and limited animation...

Right now!

But first

I have to drain a small town's

entire water supply.

Now bow your heads and tremble.

Behold!

My greatest creation.

[ Grunting ]

See? Ha ha!

Brand-new original content.

Green light, three seasons!

No, no, no!

I'm your papa!

Congrats, everybody.

[ People cheering ]

AI freak, my man,

you saved us all.

Chk-chk!

[ g*nsh*t ]

You were too beautiful to live!

- Sorry.

- Jewel!

My house ran out of gas.

[ Chuckles ]

You know what I mean, right?

They're closing down

the pools

Kids aren't welcome in

No cartoons left for babies

Now it's all an Adult Swim

Corporations are

the people now

And we're all numbers

in this land

It's enough to make a woman

Wanna live in her sedan