01x03 - Meetiversary/Steak Starbolt/The Very Hungry Killah-Pillah

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-NARRATOR: One boy...
-Yeah!

NARRATOR: One worm.

You know it.

(GROANS)

(BEEPS)

NARRATOR: These are their adventures.

(ROARS)

(WHOOPING)

Sweet!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Whoo!
-All right, yeah. Pretty fun. Future-Worm.

-Fyootch.
-Hey, whoa!

(GRUNTS) Come on, kid.
Don't sneak up on me like that.

I tell you, I'm on hours, no sleep.

Mecha-Muck Wars, man. (GRUNTS)

Well, uh, how you been?

Why're you smiling like that?

Happy Meetiversary, Future-Worm!

(GASPS)

Our made-up holiday
celebrating the first time we met. Ta-da!

I put your present in here
'cause I didn't have wrapping paper

or a bag or a box
or anything at all, actually.

Don't look inside
till you're ready to open it.

Yeah, the... See, the thing is,

being so busy and all
with the future and everything,

I don't know, I, uh...

I love this holiday.

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, so, I...
Yeah, definitely did not forget.

I got you the greatest gift of all time.

It's, uh... It's in the lunchbox.

Cool. I love you.

(GRUNTS)

Uh...

It's, uh, eye, oh...

(GRUNTS) Sock... Yeah. Key.

(GRUNTS) Eye, sock, key... Ice hockey.

(LAUGHS) You love ice hockey, don't you?

With the sticks and the guys

and the thing and the bag
and the... You know?

Yeah, I've never heard of it,
but it sounds cool.

Wow, nice present, Future-Worm!

What the... What's that?

Danny spent all year
thinking about what to get you.

He's a good friend.
That's what friends do.

Quit talking, Boot.

That dumb thing don't even know
it's not supposed to talk.

I wonder what Danny got you.

It could be anything.

Even the best present
in the whole universe.

Oh. Whole universe. (GRUNTS)

It's hard to compete with that.

Feel bad yet?

Well, yeah, kinda.

(MUMBLES) Ow.

How about now?

Ooh, ooh.
Open mine, open mine. It's awesome.

Yeah... Yeah, all right.

(SCOFFS) Stupid talking boot. (MUMBLES)

Guess what, kid?

Hockey's not your real present.

Come on, let's go.

A fake out present? Cool!

A misprinted Steak Starbolt comic.

(SPITS) You know it.

This rules. Now open mine.

(SHUDDERING)

(LAUGHS) A comic?

You really zip-bam-snicked that present.

(SHUDDERS AND GRUNTS)
This was another fake out.

The real present's even better.

It is? Sweet!

Here, kid, catch.

My own Throw-em-up Grow-em-up Monsterball?

(SPITS) You know it.

Monsterball, throw up and grow up.

(ROARS)

This rules. Okay, open mine.

-Neat-o, another Monsterball.
-(GRUNTS)

Hey, if it worked for
the last three birthdays,

it'll work for a Meetiversary.

(GRUNTING)

You know what rules more?
Huh? Your real present. Yeah.

Another fake out? Whoa.

DANNY: Kitten Meow Mash ?

This rules. Now open mine.

Meow. Kittens wrestling?

(LAUGHS)

Oh, I'm not laughing at you. (LAUGHS)

No, really. (LAUGHS)

(GROWLS)

-(YELLING)
-Another fake out.

Dang, I'm downright dizzy doing fake outs.

You ready for the best present
in the universe?

Uh, this isn't it?

(HESITATES) Uh, no.

It's, uh...

Science!

I love "Science!"

Good for me.

Hear that, scuzzheel? In your face! Huh.

Sorry... Let's go.

Wow, I've never been on the moon before.

That's not even the half of it, kid.

Get a load of this.

Whoa.

DANNY: Okay. This?

Yeah, dude.
Tourin' secret labs on the moon is my jam.

And you've got the best
tour guide right here,

'cause I've totally
been here before. Good old, uh, uh...

Hmm. Bay .

Love this place. Um...

Check out the ships. Classic Bay .

It sure puts my present to shame.

Booyah! And to think
I made it up on the spot.

-Dude...
-Uh...

I wasn't listening. Let's go.

Ever seen so much raw science, kid?

Aw, sweet. That one's purple.

I told 'em, kid loves purple.

Aw, you're the best, Fyootch. Huh?

But why is there so much
animal hair on the floor?

Shouldn't secret moonbase
chem labs have strict pet policies?

All that matters is you love it, right?

'Course, but also, why is everybody

-bandaged up?
-Probably cut themselves shavin',

uh, their arms,

and whole bodies...

You sure everything's on the right side
upside with this moonbase?

It ain't our place to judge a bunch
of dudes shaving on the moon.

Sorry, guys. Shave on.

Let's go say hi.

(BEEPING)

(EXCLAIMS) How did you get in here?

You're not supposed to be here.

-We're not?
-No, I cleared it with the guys in Bay .

Yup, Bay . Cleared.

Oh, well, if Bay approved it,

then all right, boys.

I'm Dr. Wolfman. Welcome to our, uh,

normal moonbase, where we do...

(STAMMERS) Normal stuff.

(GROWLING)

(HOWLS)

(BARKS)

Did I just bark? No. (CHUCKLES)

(MUMBLES)

Something weirdo-beardo
is definitely going on up here.

Nah, just a great present is all.

You got some beans, doc.

-Spill 'em.
-(GRUNTS) No, no... No beans.

Nothing to spill.

Everything is great around here.

-(ALARM BLARING)
-(EXCLAIMS) Oh, dear.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Warning.
Sunset approaching.

(GASPS)

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Warning.
Sunset approaching.

(GRUNTING, SCREAMS)

Whoa. You should see a doc, doc.

(GRUNTS) Actually things aren't so good.

(GRUNTS AND EXCLAIMS)

We built this lab to tame a werewolf,

but whenever
the sun goes down, it's technically...

(GRUNTS) Full moon
and, well, we all got bit.

(GRUNTS) Not the best place for

a werewolf taming lab. (EXCLAIMS)

Cool. Are you all werewolves?

(GROWLS AND ROARS)

-(ROARS)
-(BARKS)

DR. WOLFMAN: If the Earth finds out,
we lose our funding.

(GRUNTS) Please, don't tell,

and also... (GRUNTS)

Run for your lives!

Run? We never run.

(ROARS)

-Run.
-(SCREAMS)

(ALL ROARING)

Hey, little baby were-puppies,

say hello to...

Robo-Carp.

Silver b*llet those werewolves.

Preparing to put tails between legs.

(ROARS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SINGING) Ave Maria...

Oh, weak.

(ALL GROWLING)

(GRUNTS)

-In here. Leads back to the shuttles.
-(YELLING)

-(FUTURE-WORM GRUNTING)
-(ROARS)

(BOTH YELLING)

-(GRUNTS)
-Or not.

Must have rearranged
the place since I was here last

and all those other times I was here.

DANNY: Oh, no, it's an obstacle course.

Uh, yep, werewolves, obstacle courses,

all your favorites. Meetiversary.

I'm not good at these, Fyootch.

-(WEREWOLF GROWLING)
-Right. Yep. Your favorites.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Go get...

Come on. All right.

-(YELLING)
-(GRUNTS) Tail grab.

(ALL ROAR)

Wolfing out takes a lot of planning.
I've spent months setting this up.

'Cause of Meetiversary.

Uh, if you say so. (GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTING)
-(YELLS AND GRUNTS)

All right.
Wait till you see what's up here.

(GROWLS)

-(GRUNTS)
-(GROWLS)

Bay . You love Bay .

Come on, kid. Let's get that shuttle.

(GRUNTS) Come on, buttons,

-get us outta here. (MUMBLES)
-(BEEPING)

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: All shuttles currently
disabled due to werewolves.

Oh, come on, really?

Oh, right. Yeah. This totally works out,

'cause I forgot that other thing
I was gonna show you.

-Come on, let's go.
-(YELLS)

Now, this is fun, right?

Reactor Core. Last stop.

Just gotta lock ourselves in here
till the sun comes up,

just like I, uh... Just like I planned.

(LAUGHS) Come on, this way.

(GROWLS)

Are you sure this is part of the plan?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, for sure, kid.

(BANGING)

-(BOTH SCREAMING)
-(ROARS)

Not to knock your gift,

but it really seems like
we're about to get eaten.

Yeah, yeah, it does.

-(ROARS)
-(THUDS)

I guess, now's as good
a time as any to give you your present.

Not gonna fake your way
out of this one, Future-Worm.

This is the end of the road.

You let me down, you let yourself down

and you let your best friend down.

-(GRUNTING)
-(DOOR BANGING)

(ROARS)

Before I open it,

uh... (MUMBLES)

-I should tell you that...
-What, Fyootch? What is going on?

-(LAUGHS WICKEDLY)
-(FUTURE-WORM MUMBLES)

(WHISPERS) I'm a talking boot.

(GRUNTING)

Yeah, shut your boot hole.

Danny, let's see what you got me.

Raw meat? I love raw meat.

To celebrate our Meetiversary.

It's also how the wolves
kept smelling us maybe, for sure.

(ROARS)

Uh, sorry about that.

Nah, you done good, kid.

(WOLVES GROWLING)

Seein' as how we're trapped on a catwalk
above radioactive waste

about to get eaten
by werewolves on the moon...

(GULPS) I might as well come clean.

Our Meetiversary?

I forgot it. Completely.
Didn't remember at all.

What about all those presents?

Made 'em up as I went along.

I've never even been here before.

-Not even to Bay ?
-Uh, sorry, man.

Wanted to give you
a great present. But look where we are.

Trapped on a catwalk
above radioactive waste

about to get eaten
by werewolves on the moon.

Aw, I don't care you forgot.

The best present of all is you, buddy.

(BOTH GASP)

Hey, what... Don't make me cry.

The tears'll short out my visor, you know?

And think about it. Now we get to die
in the awesomest way possible.

BOTH: Trapped on a catwalk
above radioactive waste

getting eaten by werewolves on the moon.

You know it.

-(WEREWOLF GROWLS)
-(BOTH GASP)

-(ROARS)
-(YELLING)

-(EXCLAIMS)
-(ROARS)

-DR. WOLFMAN: Boys.
-What the...

You've just solved what
we've spent nine years trying to cure.

Wolves run in packs. It's obvious now,

only friendship can tame
the feral beasts in our hearts.

(ALL HOWLING)

-You're cured? Sweet.
-Double sweet.

Sorry for trying to eat you.

Anything you want, anything at all,
name it and it's yours.

Hey, Fyootch, you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Happy Meetiversary, dude.

-(WEREWOLVES HOWLING)
-(LAUGHS)

(FUTURE-WORM LAUGHING)

(HOWLS AND LAUGHS)

NARRATOR: Future-Worm!

ANNOUNCER: Go, robots.

-Yeah. (MUMBLES)
-Yeah. Go, go, go.

Show 'em how you thug, Bug.

You got this, Mr. Stabbers.

Kid can build and battle,
I'll give her that.

Stinks at naming stuff though.

Come on, Mr. Stabbers,
that chainsaw's got nothing on you.

Get up!

(WHIRRING)

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-(GASPS) My baby!

(ALL LAUGH)

Can't nobody take down Doom-Saw McGraw?

(LAUGHING) Now, that's a name.

(POWERING DOWN)

(CROWD GASP)

No!

No worries, Bug. Time to tag in...

Robo-Carp.

Robo-Carp. b*at that bot.

Robo-Carp is ready to rumble!

Release the Crusherator.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Rumbling. Rumbling.

BOTH: Weak.

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-(LAUGHING)

KID : Winner.
KID : Crusherator!

(SIGHS) Poor Mr. Stabbers
never saw it coming.

You fought valiantly, my son.

You will be avenged by my latest creation.

Behold.

Dr. J.P. Caterpillar.

Whoa, that's huge!

Impressive, but the name still needs work.

The only trouble is,
I don't have an engine for it.

Isn't this whole place
just like a pile of engines?

I mean, look, there's one
just hanging out.

No, I need the biggest engine.

(GRUNTS) We can get you a future engine
super-fast. Come on, Fyootch.

Oh. Can I come? Can I come?

(FUTURE-WORM GROANS)

Ba-bam. Future engine.

(SNIFFS) Mmm.

Gasoline scented?
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, I can't wait,

I can't wait.

(POWERING UP)

Oh-ho. Nothing can b*at the raw power

of an armless, legless body. I knew it.

Dr. J.P. Caterpillar is about
to make a house call.

Uh, Bug, I think he needs a scarier name.

(SCOFFS) What's scarier than a doctor?

(KIDS CHEERING)

Where's your dorky little battle bot, Bug?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Uh, what's that? I can't hear you over

-the bloodthirsty growl of...
-(REMOTE BEEPS)

-(WHIRRING)
-(ALL GASP)

Dr. J.P. Cater...

-The Killah-Pillah!
-(KIDS CHEERING)

Huh, that's pretty good.

(ALL CHEERING)

Go get 'em, baby.

-Sweet.
-We won. We won!

You just got...

(RAPS) Pa, Pa... Pillah'ed.

(ROARS)

-(MUMBLES)
-(GASPS)

We still won, I called it.

And your thing is still dumb.

(KIDS SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

Chill out, man. People-eating ain't cool.

Bad Killah-P.

No eating peeps, okay?

-Look out.
-Whoa!

(SCREAMS)

Bad news. We gotta blow this sucker up.

No. We can reason with him.

(ROARS)

(WEAK GROWL)

See? Problem solved.
No more people eating.

-(CHUCKLES)
-I was thinking of something

a little more permanent.

(THUDS)

BUG: No!

DANNY: Sorry, Bug.
We can always build you another one.

But, hey, now you've got this sweet cube.

(SIGHS)

My sweet baby Killah-Pillah.

Gone forever. (CRYING)

(KILLAH-PILLAH WHIRRING)

-Oh...
-What?

(ROARS)

BUG: Cool!

Yep. Metamorphosis.
Saw this coming a mile away.

My baby's back, and he's wicked.

The wings, the fire breath
and all that chrome.

That's some engine you got me, boys.

Uh, maybe we should've read the warning.

Here's your gem engine.

Says here this thing comes
with a big, huge warning.

-No time for warnings.
-Keep the change.

Whoa.

(ALL SCREAMING)

BUG: (LAUGHS) Wow.

Oh, man. No, no, no.

(LAUGHS) Yeah. Take that, stupid tree.

Teach you to get in my baby's way.

That tree was innocent, dude.
We gotta stop this thing.

I don't know.
Sounds like a lot of work to me.

Could just watch him fly around
wrecking stuff. It's pretty cool.

But he'll wreck the whole town.

Yeah. Once he's wrecked the whole town,

there's nothing left to wreck.

Problem solved.

Or...

ANNOUNCER: Anti-Matter.
De-Mothilizer Cannon!

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

(GLUGGING)

Aw, he's kinda cute
when he's just chilling.

Sipping on some oil.

Waste him!

-(GRUNTS) No!
-(GRUNTS)

-He's not a monster.
-Bug, get off.

He's doing what I borned him to do.
He's a good baby!

-(GRUNTS)
-Oh, please, please, please,

don't do it. Danny, don't.

(IN SAD VOICE) Please, please, please.

(GROANS) I can't do it.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Yes!

Both of you saps have too much heart.
Give me that 'zooka!

(GASPS) Oh, snap. Heart.
You're right, Fyootch.

He doesn't need zooka-ing.
He needs more heart.

We gotta get under that hood
and amp up that heart.

What? That's like
the opposite of what I said.

-All right, give me that.
-No, Fyootch...

-(DANNY GRUNTS)
-Drop it.

(ROARS)

Uh... Oops.

Look out. (EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS)

He's comin' around again.
Here's our chance.

Come on. Go. Jump.

BUG: Whoo!

-(SCREAMING)
-Hold on, Bug. Hold on. (GRUNTS)

-(ROARS)
-I know where to go. Come on.

Oh, it's on. (GRUNTS)

Oh, yeah, you thinkin'...
(COUGHS AND GRUNTS)

Stupid singed-ab smoke.

Baby just needs a tune-up.

DANNY: I think we did it.

(BUG GRUNTS)

Time to get impounded.

Taste these abs, suckah.

(HUFFS AND GRUNTS)

-Move it!
-(STAMMERS)

He's a lover now.

-(PANTING)
-Not a fighter.

Aren't you, big guy?

Oh, yeah! This can't be.

Hop on, Fyootch, and we'll ride
Killah-Pillah into the sunset.

Uh, he's not really
a killah or a pillah anymore.

Yeah, he needs a new name.

How about The Mothstrosity?

How about Mecha-Moth?

No, no, no, those are all wrong.

I'm gonna name him... Hank Flappington.

FUTURE-WORM: All right.

This gal, I tell you, the names.

NARRATOR: Future-Worm!

STEAK STARBOLT: Space. An important place
nobody has ever been to,

except for me.

I do very important things
to help people all by myself,

and there's also helper-people

who pilot the spaceship
and whatnot, whatever...

Well, you know... It's my show.

(READING)

(LAUGHS) I'm terrific at building robots.

-(ALARM BLARING)
-We're receiving

a distress signal from the away team.

Is it related with me building robots?

A pack of titan elephoids
ambushed us on Grizmont .

I'm too busy building robots
to deal with this.

Rhonda, aim turbo-peedos
at Planet Grizmont .

Let's wipe 'em all out.

Arming turbo-peedos.

That usually works, Steak,

but this time, there's no need.

We've got the matter under control.

Disarming turbo-peedos.

What? They have it under control, do they?

I sincerely doubt it.

(SIGHS) So, you didn't need

-my help after all.
-Nope.

We were able to trap them in energy cages
of my own design.

I'm ashamed I doubted you.

I am... I'm a terrible leader...

-(ROARS)
-Steak!

-No, Steak.
-Oh, no.

-(TRUMPETS)
-(EXCLAIMS)

What just happened?
We should've listened to Steak.

-Correct.
-(GASPS)

You should have listened to Steak.

That's right, I'm alive.

The person you saw die
was not Steak Starbolt.

It was a robot I built.

Wow.

I'm terrific at building robots.

(SIGHS) I'm relieved you're okay, Steak.

That was a crazy trick.

Trick? (CHUCKLES)

It was more of a lesson.

I guess, my point didn't come through.
You see...

Steak!

(TRUMPETS)

(CRIES)

-(ALL GASP)
-Yes, very shocking.

That was another robot I built.
Have you learned your lesson yet?

Yes, yes, got the lesson.
Please don't do that again.

-Lesson learned got it.
-Got it.

Good, because I'm all out of robots.

Now, let's get back to the ship and...

-(ALL EXCLAIM)
-Oh, no.

Steak!

-(SCREAMS)
-(ELEPHOID TRUMPETS)

-Oh, no!
-(ROARS)

Steak.

Steak? Is this just another lesson?

Okay, we got it now.
You can come out, Steak.

Steak?

(ALL SOBBING)

WOMAN: (SOBBING) Why, Steak?

(ALL SOBBING)

(IN FEMALE VOICE) He was too beautiful
for our world, wasn't he?

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

He was so handsome and young.

(DISTANT WHISTLE)

We... We missed somebody.

(BIKE ENGINE STARTS)

(EXCLAIMS AND LAUGHS)

It's... It's Steak Starbolt.

He'll never make it.

-Steak.
-(LAUGHS) I'm Steak Starbolt.

-Hoorah.
-(LAUGHING)

Whoo. Steak Starbolt.

-I'm Steak Starbolt!
-Oh, Steak.

That's right, I'm not dead.
Did you learn your lesson?

Yes, we did.

-Never to trust you again.
-What?

NARRATOR: Steak Starbolt!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)