02x03 - A Cyborg Among Us

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- Previously on "Danger Force."

- We thought we had exercise-biked Rick Twitler

out of ShoutOut's head,

but then Captain Man's Helper Monkey

let Drex out of prison,

and put Twitler's mind into a Cyborg

who trash-rocketed us into space.

- Oh, my God, that's so cool.

I've never dated a guy in space.

- Me neither. - Hey, if you're in space,

why aren't you floating?

- Oh, our suits have built-in anti-gravity.

- Whoa, how does that work?

- Jody, you are asking the wrong guy.

I don't even know how my toilet works.

- Comin' through. - Locked.

- Space! - Locked.

- Actual space! - Will you get down here?

- Nope.

- Untie me. I'll get her down.

- [zapping] - Ow!

- You don't want this smoke, son.

- You guys, we're in actual space!

- Hey, turn the camera. I want to see the Man's Nest.

- Okay. - Is this really the best time

for another one of your charity auction dates?

- You're just jealous because you only got two charity dates,

and he got ,.

But for real, my friend, this is a bad time.

- It was really nice to date you.

- I love y-- - Will you get her down?

- Boo!

- Activating her anti-gravity.

- [grunts]

- Now.

- Hey, we gotta get back and save Swellview

from Cyborg Rick Twitler.

- And I've gotta punch him so hard in his stupid

ugly Cyborg face that his whole system shuts down.

- I'm going to shock him so hard,

he reboots just so you can knock him out again.

- And I have a date!

- Hey, didn't you and Henry go to space once?

- Yes, let's call Henry, he'll know what to do.

- Pfft. We don't need to call Henry.

- He still not picking up your calls?

- Shut up, Drex! We talk all the time!

- Yeah, anyways,

you dummies aren't gonna stop Cyborg Rick Twitler.

- Oh, yeah? How do you know?

- Because he's on the news right now

and just said you're not gonna stop him.

- And now that I've launched the Man's Nest into space,

I can put my plans into action.

- Oh, my God, I love it.

- Okay, who gave Drex the TV remote?

- Hey! - We're all ears.

Folks at home would love to hear

exactly what your plans are.

- Well first I'm gonna tie up the both of you.

- That's what I'd do too. [all laugh]

- Can someone get us some rope?

Oh, the extra itchy kind.

- Please continue.

- And then, I'm gonna use the dish on the roof of KLVY

to access a satellite that's currently

in geosynchronous orbit above Swellview.

That satellite contains remnants

of the Living Sentient Computer Virus.

- Ooh, sounds scary.

- Pfft, only if you're obsessed with the internet.

- I am.

It's where my girlfriend lives.

Hi, Tracy! If you're watching this,

I'm probably gonna be logging on late tonight.

- No, you won't.

Because that virus is nasty stuff.

It's going to destroy the internet for the entire world.

- And I think what our viewers really want to know now is

are you single?

- I'm half robot.

- Answer the question.

- Are you watching "Dog Judge" on your phone?

- Yeah, I've seen this one before, it's a good one.

What's robot guy saying?

- [zapping] - Ow!

I'm okay.

- He's going to access a satellite above Swellview

so he can take out the world's internet.

- No, he won't, 'cause we're gonna stop him.

Schwoz, how do we stop him? - Yeah, is there any way

you can find the satellite he's talking about?

- Sorry, guys.

I usually can figure out how to solve any problem

but there are literally thousands of satellites

circling the Earth.

It would take years to--

oh, got it.

[all cheering]

- Took you long enough.

- Now we can take out that satellite.

- Wait, even if we do take out that satellite,

who's gonna take out that freaky Cyborg Rick Twitler?

- Right.

- I am.

I'm gonna teleport down there

and kick that wannabe-robot's ro-butt.

- Can you even teleport that far?

- I'm finna find out.

- That is such a brave move, dude.

You know, if you don't make it, you could end up

frozen and floating through space forever.

- I think you mean

we could end up floating through space forever.

- Wait, what? - You're comin' with me.

- No, no, no, no--

- They're gonna make it, right?

- Well... - Right?

- Yeah, hey, yeah, they're gonna make it.

And if they don't,

Ray has clones of all of us.

- Just in case.

- Did we make it? - I think we did!

[groaning]

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Moldy cheese table?

Handsome Hero Hair Dye?

Are we in one of Ray's trash rockets?

- Look! It's the drawing I made

for his Christmas present.

He must've accidentally thrown it away.

- Yeah, accidentally.

- So we didn't make it back to Swellview?

- No, but there's so many of Ray's trash rockets

out here in space,

we might be able to rocket hop the rest of the way!

- Yes, and we can pick up any other art

that I made for you guys that might've gotten

thrown away accidentally.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Accidentally.

- Not a lot of fun being strapped to a chair is it?

- Shut up! - [grunts]

- How is strapping me to a chair

gonna get us to hit that satellite?

- Remember earlier when you superscreamed

and you and Drex flew up into the ceiling?

- I remember it. - I said shut up!

- [grunts]

- Well, this is kind of like that,

except the Man's Nest is you,

and the satellite we need to take out is the ceiling.

- Still not getting it

and Swellview.com voted me the smart one.

- Okay, we're gonna drop you down into space,

and since you're attached to the Man's Nest

when you superscream,

it's gonna propel us into the satellite.

- Hopefully.

- Isn't it gonna be freezing cold out in space?

- We got you a scarf.

- You guys are sure I'm not gonna die out there?

- Yeah, you can last seconds in space.

- Not feeling % confident here.

- Neither are we.

Anyway, before we drop you down,

Schwoz is gonna tell you which direction to shout.

- Is there gonna be some sort of countdown?

- No time. Scream us to the left!

- Ahh!

[screams]

[shivering] So cold!

- Oh.

Forgot to give you these mittens.

- Scream degrees to the right!

[screams]

- Oh, wow, you're doing great, buddy.

- [shivering] Grandma, is that you?

- One more superscream.

Straight ahead to give us ramming speed!

- Did you lose my mittens?

Whoa!

[both scream]

- [shivering] I'm okay!

- She did it.

ShoutOut put us right on course to hit the satellite!

- Hey, way to go!

- Oops.

Sorry.

- [shivering] Don't do that again.

- How long until impact?

- Not long, baby.

According to my calculations,

we're going to smash that satellite

going eleventy brazillion miles per hour.

- And that'll destroy it?

- Shoosh, yeah!

That satellite's a gonner.

We're going to hit it harder

than a construction worker on payday.

- And the Man's Nest will be okay?

- Well...

- Tell us the truth, Schwoz. - Yeah.

Tell us the Man's Nest is gonna be okay.

- Make up your mind, man.

You want me to tell you the truth

or tell you the Man's Nest is gonna be okay?

Because it's-- - What are you talking--

- Impact with satellite in two minutes.

It was nice knowing you.

- [laughs] You guys are gonners!

- Ay!

- It all just kinda happened.

[all shouting at once]

Stop talking!

- ♪ Danger ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Danger! -- force! ♪

[bell ringing]

all: Emergency!

- It's just the doorbell. - [sighs] I know.

- If you're just joining us,

a cyborg version of Rick Twitler

has tied us up with rope.

- The itchy kind!

- And is about to access the giant satellite dish

on the roof of KLVY

to beam down his sentient virus.

- And take down the internet.

It's gonna take a miracle to stop him.

[magical burst]

- AWOL's here! - And Brainstorm!

He's my favorite.

- Sorry to interrupt your news.

- We're looking for a cyborg.

Ugly burgundy suit, about yay tall?

- I'm over here!

And I'm six foot yay, AWOL.

- Excuse us, ma'ams and sirs, but, uh,

we've got a cyborg to b*at down.

- Watch my art, please.

- I love these!

- Hey Ricky T,

before this goes TV-MA,

we're gonna do you a solid

and give you a chance to just give up.

- Yeah, there's really no reason

this has to get violent.

- You're right.

I'm ready to turn myself in...

to a fighting machine.

[laser blasts]

- Absolutely sick turn.

- Look...

a doggie!

[laser blasts]

- [groans]

- Okay...

now there's a reason to get violent.

- Let's drag this cyborg's hard drive to the trash bin.

- I'm gonna control-alt-delete this dude's soul!

- And send him crying back to his motherboard.

- [shouting]

[all grunting]

- Impact with satellite in one minute.

- Schwoz, hurry up, buddy!

- I'm going as fast as I can.

There.

- You're making a sandwich?

- If I'm gonna die,

I'm gonna die with turkey in my mouth.

- [zapping]

You were supposed to be thinking of a way out of this.

- I was!

You see, when I was putting on the lettuce,

it occurred to me that if we put something

between us and the satellite,

it will taste better.

- What? - I mean,

it will lessen the impact.

- Yes, like an indestructible piece of lettuce.

- Mm, exactlies!

- You wanna be a hero here?

- I sure do.

But I don't have to be,

because this sandwich happens to be a double cheeseburger.

And we happen to have

two indestructible beef patties on board.

- No.

- Oh, yes.

- You wouldn't. - Even if he wouldn't,

I would.

- Mika, you're the nice one.

Please stop them!

- Sorry.

- [shivering] I hate you people!

[all grunting]

- I am loving this fight.

- Whoever wins gets to be president.

- No, Mary, that's called an election.

- Then I am loving this election.

[laser blasts]

[magical burst]

- I knew I should've installed the bigger laser.

Always go with the bigger laser!

[metal snapping]

- Oh, not Boris' camera.

- Time for a close-up. [chuckles]

[laser blasts]

[magical burst]

- Nice upgrade.

- Dude!

- Brainstorm, I saw you on the news!

It's time for our date. I'm your o'clock.

- And I'm your :!

- Oh, right Hey, Sydney, Melbourne.

- Uh-oh.

Better protect your dates.

[dramatic music]

[laser blasts]

- No!

- Looks like date night is canceled.

- [shivering]

You know what?

I'm indestructible.

Bring it on you stupid satellite!

[screams]

Ha!

That could've been way worse.

Oh, dear.

- Direct hit, baby!

[all cheering]

- You sure we got it? We could always smash it

a few more times with Drex's face.

- I mean, it couldn't hurt...us.

[all chuckle]

- [shivering] So cold.

- Here, give me your hands.

[zapping] - Ah.

Thank you, that's so much better.

- You're welcome.

- Good news, peoples!

The Man's Nest bounced off the satellite,

and we're hurtling straight back to Earth!

- Yes! - Yeah, good job!

- Schwoz. - Yeah?

- How are we going to stop?

- Well... - What?

- So now we're headed straight for Earth

at a brazillion miles per hour

with no way to stop us?

- Two brazillion, baby.

- No! - Are you serious?

- [sneeze]

- Oh, we get it, Mika, you're cold.

- That wasn't me.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Is that what I think it is?

- It's Drex covered in Rick Twitler's evil virus.

- [distorted voice] I am virus.

- See?

- [sneezes]

- [sneezes] - [zapping]

- Nice sh*t, Volt.

Guys, don't let those snot rockets touch you

or you'll get infected.

- Didn't Henry fight these guys too?

- Yeah, I really think we should call him.

- We don't need Henry.

You guys just hang back

and let Big Poppa handle this one.

- Ew. - I'm Big Poppa.

both: Ew!

- This thing can't hurt me,

I'm indestructible.

- So was Drex, though.

- And he just got virused. - Bad.

- It must've mutated.

That satellite has been floating around in space,

getting bombarded by solar radiation.

- So my indestructibility isn't gonna protect me here?

- Nope.

- So the only power I have now

is my jaw-dropping good looks?

- Yeah. Good luck.

I'll be rooting for you from the panic room.

[slams] Ay!

- Well, I did not just freeze my fingers off

in the bitter void of space

just to let this walking internet booger take me out!

[screams]

- Whoa!

Get wrecked Virus Drex.

- Nice sh*t, ShoutOut! - Thank you.

- FYI, you're cleaning that up.

- Uh--

- [distorted voice] I am virus.

- Looks like it's cleaning itself up.

- Get it!

- [zapping]

- [grunts]

- [sneezes]

[groans]

[metallic clang]

- Oh, ow!

- [grunts] [crashing]

- [sneezes]

- You're gonna need better aim than that.

- [grunts]

- Uh...guys?

- Ooh. No, that's pretty good aim.

- At least I'm kinda warm now.

- Hey, Mika, talk to us.

- Hey, kiddo? Are you okay?

- [distorted voice] I am virus.

[both shouting]

[all grunting]

[both shouting]

- Sydney, Melbourne, can you take care of him?

- Sure. - We got him.

- Good. 'Cause I'm about to

throw this guy's shrimp on the barbie.

Ugh, oh, no! You've got me!

Whatever will I do?

[magical burst]

Don't look down, it'll just freak you out.

[magical burst] - [screams]

[magical burst]

- Where'd ya take him? - Ah, he'll be back.

Scottie, you might wanna back up a little bit.

Tribby, let me gimme a cross master right around here.

- [faint screaming]

[crashing]

- That's what I call

breaking news.

- Great line.

- AWOL's my new favorite.

- Right back at you, Trent.

- Trent, I'm just getting word that the Man's Nest

is plummeting to the Earth at a speed of

two brazillion miles per hour.

- What?

- I'd hate to be the poor guy that Nest lands on.

Unrelated, what's that Man's Nest-shaped object

I can see through our new hole in the roof?

- I'm being told that's the Man's Nest.

And it's headed right for us.

- Breaking news,

I will not be making my date with Tracy.

- Don't cancel that date yet, Trent.

Ladies, how's my boy Brainstorm?

- I'm about to revive him with true love's kiss!

- Uh, no, you're not. I'm his one true love!

- You just met him, Melbourne!

- So did you, Sydney!

- I got this.

[gentle music]

Wake up, bro!

[smacks]

- Hey, buddy. Where's Cyborg Rick Twitler?

- Good news,

dropped him like a bad habit. - Nice.

- Bad news, the Man's Nest is about to drop on top us.

- Well, we had a good run.

- But maybe you can use your superpower

to stop it before it hits the ground.

- Could he even do that?

- Trent, I thought I was your favorite.

- Sorry, I'm all about AWOL now.

- Well, take a look at this, Trent!

[Man's Nest whooshing]

- Breaking news, the Man's Nest's

speed has dropped to one brazillion miles per hour.

- Yes! Focus, focus!

Come on y'all, show him some love!

- Come on, Brainstorm! You've got this!

- Oh, he's slowed it down to

a half a brazillion miles per hour.

[all speaking at once] - One-quarter...one-eighth...

an even smaller fraction...

[Man's nest whooshing]

I'm kinda lost on the numbers now,

but I can tell

Brainstorm is definitely saving all of us.

- You hear that, Trent?

[struggling]

[crashing and thudding]

- He did it. I bro-love this guy!

- Did we do it? [both cheering]

- We did, bro. We won!

[whirring]

- We lost.

[distorted voice] I am virus.

- Bloomin' onions!

What is that?

- Let's get out of here, Sydney!

- AWOL, what's going on?

- I have no id-- [all sneeze]

- Welcome back, kiddies.

- [distorted voice] Don't give up. Keep fighting.

- Who is that?

- You know who I am.

I'm your cellphone, Chapa.

You can't give up.

I need you to find me.

- I miss you so much.

- I miss you, too. And I need you to find me.

- No, no, no, no, no, please! Please, don't leave!

- Keep fighting. Come find me!

- No, don't leave!

- Come find me!

- No! [zapping]

- Did not see that coming.

[screaming and zapping]

- [groans]

Oh, where am I?

AWOL, Brainstorm. Is this Earth?

- You're asking the wrong guy.

- Of course it's Earth.

But where's Rick Twitler?

- And where's Drex?

- Where's ShoutOut and Volt?

- Where's the other half of this sandwich?

[dramatic music]

- "Game on."

- This is bad. - It's not great.

Brainstorm, get the Man's Nest back up on Mount Swellview.

- On it.

- All the bad guys are gone,

and we're down two supes.

What do we do now?

- We call for backup.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Your phone's ringing, Henry Hart.

You gonna pick up?

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Danger, -- force ♪