FP 4EVZ (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[excited synth music]

[mechanical whirring]

[rock music]

- [JTRO] So the story goes,

that once upon a yesterday,

way back in the dry ages,

ducks ruled the Earf until

some Beat God dude named

Beat Massa X came down from the

stars

and brought the blood

sport Beat-Beat Revelation

and a comet full of booze to our

world.

He enslaved the ducks with

the fear of being flipped

straight edge again on the spot.

Because as we all know, without

no booze,

they would become un-drunk.

The Beat Massa descended upon

them with his unstoppable

army of L Black D's and

187ed the known duck world,

in what we now know as the Beat

Wars.

And when da land was sucked dry

of all of her fossil boozies

the Beat Massa began the cycle

anew.

The Wet sh*t swept across the

land.

187-ing all the peeps,

And 911-ing Mother Earf,

refilling the fossil boozies

for the new race of enslaved

peeps to mine for him

all over again.

Us.

In the Wastes of the old

world, Beat-Beat Revelation

is still the only way of life.

Where the ultimate prize is the

Quatro,

or booze as it was once known.

Whoever controls the

Quatro, controls the Wastes.

And only one Quatro oasis

remains; the FP, our home.

My name is JTRO.

I'm a RE-NINJ.

A Beat Warrior like my father

before me.

In the many battles we fought,

beating off the rage fueled

followers of Beat Massa X,

we lost many loved ones.

Until I met CHAI-T,

The Beat Battle Queen from the

Wastes

who strengthened the FP with

her tribe of Warrior Ninjawas

and helped us finally

bring peace to the FP.

sh*t was chill.

We threw some pups.

Our daughter, CHAI-TRO grew

into a strong young Beat-offer.

But sadly, due to some health

politics,

her brother, JR-TRO took

a dirt nap at birth.

Time passed

until CHAI-TRO discovered

she could beat through time

with her feet on her 18th BD.

She ventured into the past,

helping us destroy Beat

Massa X's booze comet

that was poisoning our Earf.

And together, as a family,

we defeated L DUBBA E.

Finally eliminating the Beat

Massa's only remaining weapon

from the Beat Wars.

But our cycle's time has finally

come.

The Wet sh*t,

a never ending storm

of sobriety from which

there ain't no cure,

has swept across the entire Earf

and is on the FP's doorstep.

Can we save the FP in time?

Or will we become stone cold

sober 4Evz?

[mechanical whirring]

[fantasy music]

- Duck marks the spot.

- So this is CHAI-QUACK-TICA,

huh?

- What's left of it.

- It's thought it would

be a little bit bigger

considering it used to be the

most advanced civilization

on Earf or whatevz.

- Well, it was once upon a long

ago.

- Yeah. Now no one even

remembers 'em.

[driving rock-synth music]

- Ducks marks the spot.

[driving rock-synth music

continues]

[musical jingling]

Follow my beats, carefs.

[light ringing music]

- [Announcer] Stank!

Whoopsiedooz!

Floppy twat step!

- Balance, yo.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So do you really think what

we're looking for is here?

- The prophecy was hided

here by the Way Backs.

And only the descendies of

the Way Backs can find it

here again.

- Oh boy.

[ethereal music]

Okay, so now what?

- Two, four, eight.

Two pads.

Two peeps.

- Too easy.

- Left arrow, right arrow.

- Interesting.

- Three, two, one.

[arrows ringing]

- Okay, well that sounded good.

Now what, four?

- Left arrow, down arrow.

- Right arrow, up arrow.

[arrows ringing]

Okay, I'm picking up

what you're laying down.

- Copy-roo.

Eightses.

- All.

- All.

[arrows ringing]

- [Announcer] Two, four, eight.

Combo mode unlocked.

- That means don't miss any.

- Yeah, I know what that means.

- [Announcer] Three,

two,

one.

Beat-Beat.

- Here goes nothing!

[upbeat synth music]

Easy. We're on the same team!

- Then keep up.

- Ahh, f*ck me.

[upbeat synth music continues]

- [Announcer] Chill.

- You gassed?

- I'm not gassed,

I'm just breathing.

- You look gassed.

- JTRO, my youngling.

You has finally come.

- Mom?

- I am her memzies.

Left behind to guide y'all

when the time came a-do.

- Time for what a-do?

- Your final battle.

The one that decides the

fate of all our peeps.

- Stopping the Wet sh*t, right,

I know.

- Faleses.

There is no stopping the Wet

sh*t.

The Wet sh*t is the

planet's defense system

leading to a wet age that

reboots the Earf

and refills the Quatro.

It 187'd the ducks

as it will y'all if you fails.

- How do we save our peeps?

- There is hope. A cure for your

peeps.

The Fountain of 4Evz,

where Bloody Quatro brews

with the power of re-life, yo.

- Wait, so where do we

find this Fountain of 4Evz?

- Not, wherezies.

Whenzies.

- Okay, then whenzies?

- The Zero Dark.

- The futies.

- Correcty.

Beyond your time.

It hasn't activated in yours

yet,

but take heed, unlocking

the Fountain of 4Evz

will also unlock him.

- Who?

- Take the Quad-Force.

It will show you the way.

Only the Duckborne can save the

Earf.

Take the Quad-Force, it

will show you the way.

Only the Duckborne can save the

Earf.

- Mom!

Mom!

[computer whirring]

[somber synth music]

- You fresh?

- I never even knew what

she looked like before.

- She had a pretty

cracking rig for a holo-do.

- Yeah, she did.

[Intense magic jingle]

So, do you know what any of that

means?

- Just the hot goss.

We should get this back to DC.

[somber synth music swells]

[upbeat synth music]

- Ducks in a barrel.

[WMD quacking]

[foreboding music]

[radio whirring]

- Chromedome,

come on back.

[radio whirring]

Trailer Henge, hola.

[radio whirring]

Anyone at the 248?

Anybody in the 2-4-8?

[radio whirring]

f*ck.

[foreboding music continues]

[intense thunder storm]

Hasta la vista.

- [Stanya] She's so

jealous of my hot looks.

She's always f*cking worried

that I'm hotter than her.

She's right!

- Fokliff!

- Time travel? How 'bout I

go back, time travel to my

trailer and f*cking kick your

a*s the way I should have!

- So you sent me back in time

so I could tell younger youse

and dadzies that y'all

got 10 365s to find a way

to stop the Wet sh*t?

- Well, technically you sent

yourself back through time.

But, yeah, paraphrase.

- Hevz.

Did it work?

- TBD, yo.

- Well, now what?

- Now we wait for Uncle DC

to interpret the prophecy

and then we does what we always

do.

The impossy.

- Yo.

- Yo, Dad-TRO.

You really think we're tuff

enough to 187 Beat Massa X?

- Winning's not about strength,

CHAI-TRO.

It's about patience and

commitment.

- That's hevz.

- Beliee' dat.

- You rents is always so cryptic

and sh*t.

- A fool who says more than is

necessary

only proves that he is weak and

sh*t.

[glass smashes offscreen]

- You're late.

- I know.

I know.

What can I get you?

- Me?

- Yeah, you're over 18.

You're awake.

What can I get you?

You know, they say

the perfect drink

can help you see the future

and help you erase your past.

- The right drink has nothing to

prove.

The right drink answers

questions before you even ask.

You heard?

- Yeah, I heard!

- You heard, but do you listen?

- Yes, I listen! Oh my god, dad!

The f*cking Wastes are up

to their f*cking eyeballs

in the Wet sh*t!

And whether you like it or

not, in f*cking 7 HRS's,

so are we!

You can't get away from

it, it's impossible!

You heard that?

- Yeah. I'm not deaf, AK.

Here, sip this.

[magical jingle]

Now, what does that drink tell

you?

- That

the impossible is just

something quitters made up

to feel better about themselves.

- Sentence and quitting rolls to

Rage.

- I'll drink to that.

- You'll drink to anything,

you're an alcoholic.

- And I got that from you.

You're my father. So...

- Doctor said not to drink!

[thunder rumbling]

[soft synth music]

[KCDC quacks]

- Alright, hit me, what have we

got?

- A'ight gather round.

It's prophecy mode up in here,

b*tch.

Closer.

Reading all this quack

makes my a*s all tender, yo.

Yo!

This ain't the post-apocalypse.

It's the post-POST-apocalypse.

The Earf 187'd twice

cause of the Wet sh*t.

And if it 187's thrice-

- Hashtag time's up.

- Beliee' dat!

- All right, so what's the

prophecy say?

- Y'all pronouncing it wrong.

The Quad-Force ain't no

prophesy,

it's a proph-e-key.

- What?

[KCDC quacking]

- There is four pieces of the

Quad-Force.

Balance,

expeditiousness,

aggression,

and tempo.

Combined, they unlock

the Fountain of 4Evz,

where the Bloody Quatro flows.

The booze of resurrection

itself that brings life and joy

back to the un-lifed, yo.

And it slumbers deep

down in the Zero Dark.

In the post-post-POST-apocalypse

and sh*t.

- Jesus-lou-esus.

- But the Bloody Quatro you seek

slumbers

in the Fountain of 4Evz

comes with its a*s a price.

Cause it's the very blood

of the Beat Massa X himself.

CHAI-LATTAY told me a time

would come when I'd have to

lay some knowledge on y'all.

Now here I is ready to lay it.

Your mother could also beat

through time,

for she was Duckborne.

As are you, CHAI-TRO.

- Duck what?

- Duck Legend tells of a She-Ro

of time

known as the Duckborne.

- Okay.

- A warrior with the body of a

mortal

and the blood and soul of a

duck,

whose destiny is to help

187 the evil Beat Massa X

once and for all, yo.

- What?

- All right guys, look, lighten

up.

Are you guys actually f*cking

for real with this sh*t

right now?

- This sh*t's as real as it

gets, JTRO.

It was your mother's duty

to beat through time to this

world to defeat Beat Massa X.

CHAI-LATTAY whooped his a*s.

Locked him up tight, threw away

the key.

- The proph-e-key!

[NITRO grunts]

- But your mother new

BMX would return, JTRO.

As long as the Comet of

Dawn poisoned the Earf,

the cycle continues.

The Wet sh*t covers the land

and Bloody Quatro begin to flow.

Re-lifing his a*s again

and again and again.

- The f*ck are we supposed to do

about it?

- She said you'd know when the

time came.

But them wheels of time is

rolling, JTRO.

It's time we roll together.

[loud thundering]

[Quad-Force humming]

- Whoa.

But, I mean, real talk.

This sh*t's pretty bev, hey.

- This sh*t is a full on duck

blur, yo.

- Tell me about it.

Now what?

- [Alarm] Intruder, yo.

Intruder, yo.

Intruder, yo. Intruder, yo.

- We got company, Yo.

- Then I guess it's about

time we address the duck

in the room.

[mechanical clicking]

[dance music]

[crowd cheering "Bop"]

Who the f*ck are you and

what the f*ck do you think

you're doing in my town?

- I'm the weapon of mass

duck-struction, Mr. FP.

So don't make my a*s quack!

- What the duck?

- I've come for the Duckborne.

So toss her on over

and sh*t won't get wet.

- Come on over here and

I'll show you wet, as*h*le.

- 187, y'all, 187, y'all!

[WMD laughing]

- There you go,

TRO-splaining my f*cking a*s.

Condescending c**t.

- Don't you TRO me unless

you know me, m*therf*cker.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Calm-a-do.

- This is calm-a-do.

- Mo' f*ck love running they

mouths til some one shoves

some dirt down they throats.

- Shut his f*cking mouth!

- The Duckborne or your town,

Mr. FP.

[Beat-Gat] Click, Click!

What's it going to be?

- sh**t his a*s!

- Face down and wet or face up

and dry?

- sh**t his other eye, for

f*ck's sake!

- I ain't going to call all

f*cking day.

- You going to do something?

Or am I going to have to

walk over there and make you

do something?

- Bap, bap, bap, m*therf*cker!

- f*ck it. Let's bop.

- A'ight.

[Beat-Gat] Bang!

[Beat-Gat] Blap!

[Beat-Gat] Toasty!

- Dadzies!

[Beat-Gat] Sik!

[CHAI-TRO screams]

[Beat-Gat] King Killa!

[Beat-Gat] De-LOOXE!

- Whoooow!

[Beat-Gat] Hit a house!

- f*ck this!

- I'll wait here.

[upbeat dramatic music]

[low rumbling]

- Yo, 187, yo!

Yeah!

[WMD exhales]

- Take that, duck-duck b*tch!

- What's a matter with

you, you duck f*ck?

- f*ck duck f*ck!

[cheering continues]

- Knock that m*therf*cker out!

- Put him in a body bag!

[ATRO laughing]

- Now start quacking, duck face.

- Come on!

- What the f*ck are you doing in

my town?

- You know.

This.

[Beat-Gat] Click, Click!

[Beat-Gat fires]

- Dadzies!

[JTRO gasping]

- You on the up and up?

- Feel like I just got throat

f*cked by a sledgehammer.

- Dadzie!

- Hey! I'll f*ck' sh**t you!

- Yo rentz!

- No!

Oh, you sloppy f*cking drongo!

- Dadzie!

- Just go. I'll catch up.

f*ck!

[upbeat music]

[Stanya screaming]

[water breaks]

- Oh, sh*t!

- Yo rentz! Dadzies! [CHAI-TRO

Screaming]

- [Announcer] Three,

two,

one,

remix!

[dramatic music]

[waves crash]

[CHAI-T sniffing]

[JTRO yelling]

- Oh geez. What?

Where the f*ck am I?

- Atop of me! Get off!

- Geez, sorry.

Sorry, it's my first time

travel.

Where are they?

- I don't understand.

I was right behind them.

- Okay, fine.

All right, let's just focus

on what we know right now.

Which I guess is f*cking

nothing, right?

- We need to calm-a-do.

Refresh-ifie.

At least we have the Quad-Force.

- Yeah, about that. Um...

I think CHAI-TRO had it when

that WMD dude f*cking took her.

- So we've lost our

little CHAI and we've lost

the Quad-Force.

[CHAI-T sniffing]

- The future, huh? Far out.

- JTRO, come-a-do.

- Okay.

Are you okay?

[CHAI-T shushes]

[CHAI-T shushes]

- I didn't say anything.

[CHAI-T sniffing]

Is that CHAI-TRO's?

- This way.

- Here we go again.

[rock music]

[CHAI-T sniffing]

I stand alone

With my back to the wall

The road ahead

An endless journey

I've never known

How to answer the call

But no one else

Can do it for me

In this alternate reality

You can find me where I'm

meant to be

Searching for a better future

tomorrow

Tonight

Our destiny is calling me

I will lead us to the better

tomorrow

Tonight

[US national

anthem blows through the wind]

What the f*ck happened?

They're all gone.

- We never came home.

[dark music]

- Without CHAI-TRO, we can't

activate the remix again.

[soft synth music]

- [BLT] BTRO's death wasn't your

fault.

It was his.

He wasn't expecting the

unexpected.

But it sure as f*ck

expected him, you heard?

And now yo a*s is here so you

won't make the same mistakes.

In order to master

Beat-Beat, you gots to master

the four rules of the B.E.A.T.

Gots to keep your sh*t straight.

All evened out and dialed in to

the end

no matter what slaps you

upside the c*ck-sucker.

Never ignorant and getting

goals accomplished.

- Yo.

Yo, JTRO.

- Yo.

- So it's true.

You lost her.

- I didn't lose her.

- Well, she ain't here. So...

In fact,

you ain't never brought

her around to see us.

- She wouldn't understand.

I mean, you guys,

everything we went through

together,

it was like another life.

- It wasn't another

life, it was this life!

And it still is, JTRO.

- I don't know how to spit

this sh*t easy, A'ight,

I'm just going to blast it.

If you lose, little

CHAI-TRO, if you lose her,

it's done.

Everything is D-U-N, dun.

- Forgetting who you was,

forgetting who we was;

that's what's made you weak,

dog.

- Word!

Yo, things only appear

impossible when you forget

how you got here in the first

place, son.

- That's some real sh*t, JTRO.

- I don't know what to tell you

guys.

I'm f*cking old now.

I'm not climbing anymore.

Just feels like I'm falling.

Waiting to hit the ground.

- Falling is an accident.

Getting back up, that's

a f*cking choice, JTRO.

- Balance,

expeditiousness,

aggression,

tempo.

JTRO, that is what matters.

Did you forget about that sh*t?

Forget about us?

- The only one you're going

to be beatin' off is yourself.

- Oh, whatevz.

I'm going to go save my f*cking

daughter.

I'm waking off. Peace.

- You tink that worked?

- Mmhmm.

- Still got it.

- Tanks.

- You're welcs.

Any time, Sis-TRO.

- Wow, she's bev.

- Legs go all the way to the

butt.

[distress signal]

[Microphone] Yo!

- Yo, if y'all peepin' this

sh*t, it means we're all froze.

Stone sober as F.

A tsunami of Wet sh*t

is on the FP's doorstep.

But it's all good cause

this is how the proph-e-key

say it do.

If my calculations is correct,

by the time y'all see this sh*t,

WMD and CHAI-TRO's nearing PMC

territory

up north in the 242 where the

wet sh*t goes all cold, yo.

If you find they a*s, you'll

find the Fountain of 4Evz.

Don't be fearing, JTRO.

We all good here in the rewind.

We just got to take a long

a*s nap and sort our sh*t out

till y'all wake us up.

See you soon, Ninj.

Miss yo a*s.

[thunder cracks]

sh*t!

Peace, hologram.

sh*t!

[creature whinnying]

- Somethin's walk aboutin'.

- What kind of somethin'?

[giant footsteps]

Oh, f*ck me.

[loud thumping]

[creature noises]

Hey.

Yo, you guys from around here?

[speaking Spanish]

[upbeat dance music]

- Just so you know,

this is your faultzies.

We should have runzied.

- Oh, come on. It's not

my fault that sh*t's tough

in the Zero Dark.

- Calm-a-do.

We'll figure it out.

We always do.

- Oh, what, you ain't fearing?

- I ain't even half fearing.

And neither would the JTRO I

first met.

- The JTRO you first met

didn't have so many miles

not so carefully driven on him

either.

To the death?

- Excuse me?

- So you half fearing now?

[rising synth music]

[soft synth music]

[WMD quacking]

- Good morning, Cranberry juice.

- Don't you Cranberry juice me,

duck boy.

- Duck man to you, home girl.

[magical jingle]

- What the Quad-Force?

That sh*t's mine! Give me

backsies!

- Ain't giving you backsies

nothin'.

sh*t's mine.

Fair and circle, boo-itch!

- Oh, and you tie me if you

knew it was real fair, huh?

- And circle.

[duck grunt]

- You're a weirdo. You know

that, right?

- I'm dope as f*ck

I do what I want.

- I'm dope a f*ck. I do what I

want!

You're a weirdo.

- You don't do sh*t.

You're tied up as f*ck.

I'm doing whatever the f*ck I

want,

when I want.

- Cringe.

What the f*ck you doing

hauling my a*s around all these

mountains through all this cold

sh*t, hey?

You got the Quad-Force.

Do your thing.

Peace the f*ck off.

- Cause this bullshit a*s

sh*t don't do sh*t without

your dumb Duckborne a*s.

Only you can open the Fountain

of 4Evz.

- Then give it.

- Nah. I'm good.

- How about you untie me and

we'll find out how good you is.

One second with my paws

free and youse is dead.

I'm the She-Ro of time, duck

head.

[tape rips]

[loud punch]

[duck quacking]

[distant party music and

cheering]

- I can't even with all this.

Where the f*ck is my life right

now?

- Just another step on a

never ending journey, JTRO.

- Jesus.

How did it come to this?

- Why don't you look back every

once a-do?

And memberz?

- Remember what?

It's not like my life ever

really made too much sense.

I mean, the first what,

18 years of my life,

I was just some dip-sh*t kid

who grew up on some dirt road

in the middle of nowhere.

I didn't even know it

was the post-apocalypse.

- Post-post-apocy.

- Okay, yeah, exactly.

And now look at me.

What, I have magical powers,

some time remixing

She-Ro of time daughter?

And I'm what, trying to stop

some ancient Beat God tyrant

from reawakening, who

wants to destroy the Earf

in the future?

- Okay.

We have a daughter and we're

trying to save the world.

This is our story.

And you don't even know half of

it.

- Come on. What is that supposed

to mean?

- Do you even know that

I'm from another planet?

- Wait, what the f*ck? You are?

- Yes.

It's part of what makes me me.

- Okay, look, CHAI,

I've always told you that

I fell for who you is.

Whatever happened to us in our

past,

it doesn't matter.

- Well, it should.

Cause that's how life works,

JTRO.

It's a whole series of

whack-a-doo events that makes

f*ck all sense at the time

that somehow always lead us

to today.

And you reflect on the

experiences of those wack-a-doos

so you can get to tomorrow.

Or you can just ignore all that

sh*t

and keep making the same

mistakes 4Evz.

It's your choice.

[synth music]

[electronic music builds]

[crowd cheers]

[rising synth music]

- Got any ideas?

- If we don't beat off to the

death,

they'll 187 us both.

- Nobody dies today.

- Then keep up.

- [Pine Mutant Language] Tres.

Dos.

Uno!

[Pine Mutant Language]

Beat-Beat!

[rock music]

[arrows whooshing]

[rock music continues]

[arrows whooshing]

So you got a plan?

Or are we just going to sit

here and beat each other off

all night?

- I don't have time for that.

- Hey, take it easy.

- This is easy.

- Okay, we really doing this

right now?

Okay.

[rock music continues]

[arrows whooshing]

Don't do this, CHAI.

Don't make me pull out the trick

sh*t.

- Please.

You haven't pulled out the

trick sh*t in a whole pile

of 365s.

[rock music continues]

- What are you trying to prove?

We're too old for this sh*t.

- Oh, enough of this too

old, blah, blah, blah, shite.

I'm sick of it!

[pine mutant language]

[rock music continues]

Remember who you is and

youse can do anything.

I know why youse is afraid of

chattin' about the past, JTRO.

Because it reminds you

how much time has passed

and how little you think we have

left.

But pretending to be who you

ain't

is what makes you old JTRO.

Beat-Beat is in our blood, yo.

It always has been.

It always will be.

So stop letting time

tell you you're D-U-N.

You tell time when you're D-U-N

with it.

Now let's go hundo P, JTRO.

To the end.

A'ight?

[rock music continues]

[arrows whooshing]

[Pine Mutant Language] Chill.

[soft synth music]

[beat-pads hissing]

[crowd cheers]

[beat-pad hisses]

- Mi familia!

You've finally come.

I'll drink to that.

I'm sorry about all that

beat off to the death stuff.

But we can't just be letting

any assholes in here, ya know?

- These 242 Pine Mutant Ninjas

are the last of humanity.

Mutated from the Wet sh*t.

Evolved to live out here in the

Zero Dark.

Lots changed since your time,

JTRO.

But, NITRO said you'd come.

- All right, how the

f*ck are you still like-

- What? Alive?

- Yeah, duh.

- NITRO brewed me up one of

his hibernation c*ck.

I woke up 100 whatevz

years later in a cave

on the outside of town.

When I emerged,

I was surrounded by all

these f*cking weirdos.

I napped my a*s all

the way into the future

to help you guys find the

Fountains of

who gives a sh*t for NITRO.

- All right, so where the f*ck

is it then?

- Okay.

It lies high a-top the

highest peak of Mount b*tch.

Deep within the Massa Pad.

Invisy's to any but the

Duckborne,

blah, blah, blah.

You know the legend.

Look, LSS [Long Story Short],

the only way to unlock the Massa

Pad is.

- The Quad-Force.

- Yes.

Which you've lost.

- Misplaced. Take it easy.

- Well, whatevz.

Luckily, I had a couple

people that spotted your

duck homeboy and a young

lady, which I can only presume

is my niece, hiking up the

summit just a few HRS's ago.

- For realzies?

- Uh huh.

So drink up

before the hot sh*t comes.

I shall show you the way.

[synth music]

- Is we there yet?

- No.

- Is we there yet?

- No, goddammit!

Shut the f*ck up!

- Give some ansies!

- What kind of ansies?

- Oh, I don't know, how

about who the f*ck is you

and why the F-U-K is you

do-sing and all this sh*t?

- A'ight. But shut your

chex guzzler, cause I only

be spittin' this sh*t once,

okay?

You heard?

The Duckborne that came before

your a*s.

- Gramma-LATTAY?

- I'm monologueing,

m*therf*cker! Shut it, okay!

Anyways, your Gramma imprisoned

my Massa's Massa, BMX.

My Massa's mission was

to find the Quad-Force

and to wake my grand Massa up.

But you and yo rentz slit my

pops a*s

and now all this sh*t's up to me

and sh*t.

- L DUBBA E was your pops?

- He raised my a*s. Call it

whatevz.

And now we're hitting

up the Fountain of 4Evz.

When my Grand Massa's icy cold

a*s

harvests the Bloody Quatro

and ages it the perfection

while he sleeps.

- Hold up.

Bloody Quatro?

- Magic booze that can re-life

anything!

Pay attention, dummy!

Jesus.

- f*ck you

and your magic booze boo sh*t.

What's with all this TLDR, hey?

You ain't Duckborne.

I is.

So why's your posing a*s

wearing all that duck sh*t?

And flashing it all over town?

- Because my Massa f*cked up,

a'ight?

He took the wrong kid.

You was the Duckborne.

The She-Ro of time boo-sh*t, not

me.

- Hold up!

Don't try and gazzump me.

What's under that stupid helmet?

I know that ain't a real mug,

dummy.

- The beats is strong

as F-U-K with my fam.

With my mum,

my pops,

with me.

And with my sis.

- What the H-E dubba L?

[tense music]

Bro?

- So we getting close or what?

- When the twinkies fade

and the hot sh*t comes,

the Duckborne will be shown the

way.

- Oh, you're so boring!

- Oh, for f*ck sake.

- What do want me to do?

- Do your sh*t.

- I don't know what the f*ck to

do.

- Figure it out.

Easy duckets.

[Quad-Force ringing]

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas.

[Quad-Force ringing]

[eerie music]

[beat-knucks power on]

- Let's go!

- Yo, duck head,

end of the line.

[beat-gat bangs]

- Momzies!

[WMD quacking]

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no. You're not D-U-N yet.

It's not time. You're not D-U-N

yet.

- Is she a breather?

[somber music]

- I don't know.

Kinda.

- Kinda?

- I mean, I took one of those

blasts once.

I did okay.

- Barely. And your her size

times two.

- What happened? What'd I miss?

Oh.

One of those days, huh?

Look guys, I don't know

how to sugar coat this,

she looks really f*cked up right

now.

- What the f*ck are we going to

do?

- The Fountain of 4Evz.

It's the only way to re-life

her.

But you better go going

fast because she needs

Bloody Quatro now.

- You're the She-Ro of time,

right?

- Yeah.

Hundo P, that's me.

- Then let's go f*cking prove

it.

- Guess I'll stay here.

[epic rock music]

[tense music]

[whispy lion growl]

- Hold your horses, d*ck head.

- What are you waitin' for,

m*therf*cker?

- Yo.

Dad-TRO.

- Dad-TRO?

What do you mean Dad-TRO?

- He's my bro.

- The f*ck are you talking

about?

- He's got an eye patch.

- So what? A lot of people

wearing eye patches these days.

- No one has eye patches

but TROS and you know it.

Sure he's got a lot of Waste

miles on him or whatevz.

- f*ck you!

- But it's him.

f*ck you.

- JR-TRO?

The mother F'n f*ck, man, you

died.

- Yeah, past tense and sh*t.

- Yeah, what kind of and sh*t?

- Let me just hit you with some

BP's.

L DUBBA E found my a*s.

Gave me a 2.0 at life.

He raised me and sh*t.

And we dreamed of a day,

a day where we'd free our Grand

Massa

from the cage cast upon his a*s

by the ducks and the CHAIS!

And together,

we'd escape all that and

we'd escape all that boo-sh*t

and we'd rule the whole wide

Earf 4Evz.

But you all took that dream

when you gave my Massa

a dirt nap.

So here I is, dose'n what

I can with what I gots.

- What?

What are you doing all this

sh*t for that f*cking ice cube

over there, man?

- Because that ice cube over

there gave me everything!

His blood gave my a*s what

neither you or mom-CHAI could.

Life.

- We did the best we

could with what we had.

- Oh yeah, the road to Rage

is paved with good intentions,

ain'ts it?

- Don't you give that sh*t!

If we had access to

magical god booze blood

from another world, don't

you think we would've used

it on you?

You're my f*cking son.

- Bio-son.

Nothin' more.

[Beat-Gat] Click, Click!

Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew!

[Beat-Gat] Freakin' blap

blap blap blap blap!

A'ight. f*ck it. Do you're

thing.

I got some resurrectin' to get

did.

I'm about to bust a

f*ck' duck up in here.

[keys clicking]

[computer whirring]

- [Computer] Launch Beat

Massa reanimation sequence

Initiating. Initiated.

- All right, I got an idea.

- Spill it.

[WMD laughing]

- My fingers are fast as sh*t!

- There comes a very important

time in every adult's life

when you need to kick the

living sh*t out of your sibling.

Today's that day, CHAI-TRO.

- So down.

I'm sick of listening to that

poser quack.

- Check it out Ninjas, I'm

ghost-typin'!

- But what are you going to do,

hey?

[musical chime]

- I'm going to do what I do

best.

I'm going to Beat-Beat this

sh*t right again and send that

f*ck' ice cube packing back

to wherever it came from.

Let's rock.

- Yeah.

- [Computer] Beat Massa

reanimation sequence 21%.

22%.

- Oh, that's it!

I ain't playing no more!

[upbeat music]

- Oh, I got one too.

Let's splash, ninja!

- Let's get wet, b*tch.

- [Computer] Enter destination.

- All right, mom.

I hope this is what you meant.

- [Computer] Destination,

the Far As Fuk System

in the Woke Galaxy.

Received.

Eng'yon power up required.

- How the f*ck do I power up the

Eng'yon?

- [Computer] Excusez-moi. I has

a name.

- Okay, computer, what's

your f*ck' name?

[Monsieur Computer] Monsieur

Computer.

- Okay, Monsieur

Computer, how do I fire up

the f*cking Eng'yon?

- Authentication level three.

300 le-git combo required.

- Are you f*cking kidding me?

- Omega fist mode.

Three,

two,

one,

Beat-Fist!

- f*ck me.

[rock music]

[arrows banging]

- There ain't no joy in

beating the same a*s twice,

is there?

- Couldn't tell ya.

I usually just beat a*s

right the first time.

- I beat your a*s in the ground

the first round, homegirl.

- Are you going to do something?

Or am I going to have to

come over there ane make you

do something, c**t boy?

- No one calls moi a c**t boy!

Check this sh*t out!

[both yelling]

[loud beat-axe zapping]

- [Announcer] Axe-ellent!

Axe-pert!

Axe-kicker!

Axe-ceptional!

Axe-plosion!

[rock music]

[arrows banging]

[axes beating]

[Announcer] Kiss my axe!

Turbo b*tch bash!

- Check this sh*t out!

- [Announcer] Omega-axe mode!

Crit! Mad crits! Critzilla!

Yo, kick it!

[rock music]

[arrows banging]

- Authentication level three.

Authentic-a-tiy-ated.

Eng'yon power up.

Powering up.

Launch sequence to the Far As

Fuk System in the Woke Galaxy

initiated.

60 S's until launch.

59,

58,

57,

- Two CHAIs with the same

Beat-Gat.

What is the odds?

- There's something dad never

got a chance to teach you

when you was a little bloke.

- Save it, Sis-TRO!

- Winning ain't about strength.

[Beat-Gat firing]

[loud zapping]

It's about patience and

commitment, duck head.

- Whoa!

Ow!

Oh no, right in the f*ck'

duck!

My duck...

Jesus f*ck' duckin' Christ!

- Whatevz.

- [Announcer] b*tch

axe-ex*cuted.

[WMD yelling]

- [Monsieur Computer] 30

S's remaining until launch.

29,

28,

- Hey, come on. Let's go.

- But this whole place is gonna

blow.

[WMD whimpering]

He's still my bro.

- You're a f*ck' idiot.

- That's not your bro.

That's just some as*h*le

that looks like you.

Come on!

Look, CHAI-TRO, I get it.

Okay, look at me and your uncle

AK.

- Ow!

- This isn't goodbye.

It's just f*ck you for now.

Let's roll.

[Alarm]

- [Monsieur Computer] 15

S's remaining until launch.

14,

- Oh sh*t, we got to go.

Have a nice trip.

See you next fall,

m*therf*ckers.

Let's roll. H'Yah!

- Six,

five,

four,

three,

[monster growl]

two,

one,

zero.

Adieu.

- And you can cut all your hair

off.

But you're still the same

disappointed person that you

always were,

you know what I mean?

[space ship powering up]

Holy sh*t!

[space ship siren blasts]

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?!

[loud expl*si*n]

That Massa Pad's a f*ck'

spaceship?

Did you get the sh*t?

- Yeah, we got the sh*t.

[chimezies ringing-a-do'n]

- What the H just happened?

- I wasn't D-U-N yet.

- Neither was I.

- Finally.

Feel like I've been waitin' for

hours.

- Well done, my JTRO.

Though we will never physically

meet,

our pathzies have been evz

interconnected.

The sacra-F's we all made

led you to right here.

Right now.

This may not be the last time

your abilities are called upon

to save your peeps.

[magical chime]

This HRS of peace may not last.

But that does not mean

you should jack yourself

of enjoying this mome-y-do

you've earned.

[flames burning]

The day's come for you

to re-mem and re-flek

on all the sh*t you've gone

through.

All the faily-dos,

all the victories,

all the experiencies that

have led you to right heres,

right nows.

And you'll refreshifie

knowing you've finally solved

the riddle of RE-NINJ, JTRO.

When your Rage is Extinguished,

Nothing's Impossible on

this Neverending Journey.

Where booze will no longer be

a necessity, but a pleasure.

And yes, everything will change.

But y'all's future is

finally y'all's to make

wherevz you choose.

The FP isn't a place, my TRO.

It's a fam.

And no matter what

happens or wherevz you go,

the FP,

FP is 4Evz.

[epic synth music]

[rock music]

I have lived your life

Full of possibilities

I left my love behind

I got the past in front of me



I see it in your eyes

You are your own enemy

This is your time

Come on and meet your destiny



No guts, no glory

This is still your fight

Baby hear my promise

It's gonna be all right

You can face the future

With the rage still burning

inside

When the action calls

Take your fears and bury them



Cause when you take that fall



You gotta get back up again

Back against the wall

And the world is crumbling

You're not alone

This is the day of reckoning

No guts, no glory

This is still your fight

Baby hear my promise

It's gonna be all right

You can face the future

With the rage still burning

inside

[rock music continues]

I see it in your eyes

You are your own enemy

This is your time

Come on and meet your destiny



No guts, no glory

This is still your fight

Baby hear my promise

It's gonna be all right

Rewrite your story

Take back what's right

You you see the answer

You got it in your sight

No guts, no glory

This is still your fight

Baby hear my promise

It's gonna be all right

You can face the future

With the rage still burning

inside

[synth music]

[distant siren]

[mechanical whirring]

[eerie music]

[eerie music intensifies]

[expl*si*n]

[mechanical whirring]