02x08 - In the Midnight Hour

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Grr!

(Karate cries)

Sticks,
you are a mixed martial artist.

Don't lie to me, me.
This thing stinks!

(Gasps)

(Screams)

- Sonic! Wake up!
- What did you say, sugarplum?

Don't call me sugarplum.
I'm not Amy.

What? Sticks! What're you doing?
Unhand my face!

You gotta come with me
to the TV studio.

There's a red-eyed prowler
up to no good!

But I was right in the middle
of a really sweet dream.

I was dancing with sugarplums.

When I say it out loud,

I kinda regret
having said it out loud.

Whoa! Oh, no!

(Yawns)

But I saw him
with my own two eyes.

I smelled him with my nose.

I smorphed him
with my sixth sense.

I'm going back to bed.

That's the trouble
with being paranoid.

When something is going on,
no one believes you.

- You can say that again.
- I know, right?

And you saw him at midnight,
all by yourself,

in the empty Village centre
while finger painting?

It's called Jiu-jit-surrealism
and it's the purest form

for expressing
the depths of my soul.

Plus, I found paint cans
in my burrow

and couldn't think of anything
else to do with 'em.

(Yawns)

Tired, huh? Not me!
I slept like a baby last night.

No, really! An abandoned crib
washed up on the beach.

You know, Sticks,
sleep deprivation

has been linked to
delusional behaviour.

That can't be it. I never sleep.
But I'm telling ya,

there was something fishy
going on at that TV station.

And I'm gonna prove it.

(Gasps)

Hello, my sleepy friends.

This is the Dreamcaster,

and I'm going to take you
on a magical journey.

All you have to do
is follow my silky voice

to the land of sugarplums,

where you want to go
of your own free will

and not because
you're hypnotised.

(Battle cry)

Denizens of our Village,
you're all being brainwashed!

Don't be fooled!

A robot is controlling
your thoughts! Wake up, sheeple!

Sheeple is a negative term!

We prefer Sheep Villagers.

I'm writing a letter
to that network!

Your minds are being taken over
by the Dreamcaster!

Oh, jeez!
Sticks, what've you done now?

(Murmurs)

I'm glad you're here!

You guys ready
to rage against the machine?

You! You destroyed my studio,
ya wacky broad.

And I lost the insurance payment
in a poker game!

(Murmurs)

Hold on.

I'm sure there's
a reasonable explanation.

There is. I had pocket deuces!

Who doesn't go all-in
with pocket deuces?

No, I meant a reasonable
explanation for all of this.

The studio was destroyed
by a brain-washing robot

trying to inv*de your dreams
through the television!

- Well, I'm for .
- Sticks,

nobody's seen
this robot but you.

But he really exists!
His name's Dreamcaster!

It's the worst name
I've ever heard.

- It's not so bad.
- Yeah.

The "er" at the end
is kinda nice.

Look, we all agree
the name is terrible.

But he's hypnotising
you with dreams of sugarplums.

Why can't you get it
through your dumb heads?

As the proud owner
of a dumb head,

I don't like
that you're talking down to me.

And I don't care for
your condescending altitude.

Not sure if that was
a clever pun

or you've no idea
what you're saying.

Why can't it be both?

I can't believe
you guys don't trust me.

I thought you were my friends!

That's her, officer.

The one who broke into my studio
and went bananas!

It wasn't me!
It was Dreamcaster!

If Comedy Chimp says it,
it's gotta be true.

After all, he is on TV.

(Screams)

Oh, man, I'm glad you guys
showed up to... arrest me?

That's not
what I was going to say.

Sorry, Sticks,
it's for your own good.

Maybe a night in ol' stoney
lonesome will clear your head.

You have all earned
your sugarplums.

(Harmonica playing)

This is so depressing.

Even Melancholy Harmonica Music,
Volume can't cheer me up.

I can't believe my friends
think I'm whacky.

What if my perception of reality
really is distorted?

Maybe this isn't my hand.
Maybe it's my foot!

- (Low growls)
- Oh!

(Evil laugh)

You fools! I finally have you
all under my control!

And all it took
was the power of television

and a charmingly hypnotic robot.

I don't find him
particularly charming.

I don't like to brag.
I love to brag!

And using the TV to broadcast
dream-controlling mind waves

was a work
of brag-worthy brilliance.

It's a shame you're too humble
to bring it up.

The mind control began slowly,

thanks to Dreamcaster's
hypnotic commands.

But it's now in full effect.

Observe!

Everyone,
dance the dance of dreams.

I knew it!
I knew Dreamcaster was real!

I guess my hand
really is my hand! Aaah!

Ow!

You weren't affected by
Dreamcaster's control

'cause you're the only one
without a TV!

What's wrong with you?
What do you do on Saturday?

- What do you talk about?
- I knew TV

was just a big conspiracy
to control everyone's minds!

I'm not talking to you.
You keep watching.

A town full of sleepwalking
minions is nice,

but an entire planet-full
is better!

Begin construction
of the Super-Slumber-Satellite!

Psst! Knuckles!

I've got sugarplums up in here.

Ha, ha!

Listen to Dreamcaster
and fall into slumber.

Taste the plums made of sugar,
and join us.

Must... fight... delicious...
candied... fruit things!

(Screams)

Wow! I never pegged her
for the cowardly type.

Hypnotised minions,
this is a glorious day for me!

For you, not so much.

My evil influence will no longer
be limited to this Village,

but will spread to villages
all over the planet!

They're not applauding
cos they're zombies,

- not cos they're unimpressed.
- Duly noted.

When my plan is complete,

Dreamcaster
will broadcast worldwide,

and I'll be unstoppable!

(Evil laugh)

And it all begins with
just a press of this button.

And then a flick of this switch.

Then I gotta enter
my key code here.

Scan my thumb print...

Swipe my ID badge...

- And finally...
- Not so fast, Eggman!

Fast? What part of that process
seemed fast to you?

Curses! A tinfoil hat!

The only sure-fire way
to protect from mind control.

No matter. I have my unstoppable
army of sleepwalkers!

Zombies, att*ck!

Admittedly, not the most
effective army. But still...

- Sticks? What's going on?
- Mind control!

Now, put these on Knuckles
and Tails! I'll get Amy!

Hey! I'm no longer
in a mind-numbing stupor.

I'm back to my regular stupor!

Grr!

(Makes befuddled sounds)

(Gasps)

Finally, I'm free! You know,

this experience has been
a metaphor for my entire life.

No longer will I be just another
face in the crowd!

I'm gonna turn my life around.

Look out, world,
Wildcat's coming at ya!

Sorry to interrupt. Kinda
need this to fight bad guys!

Dreamcaster, time for bed!

And here's the lullaby...
of pain!

(Roars)

(Cheering)

(Crashing)

So much
for my mind-control scheme.

- Don't mind if you control us.
- That's pretty clever, Orbot.

When we get back to the lair,
I'm removing that wit chip.

Well?
Aren't you going to apologise?

Apologise for what?
We were under mind control!

It wasn't us.
It was Dreamcaster talking.

Really?
So, you don't think I'm nuts?

Uh... (Clears throat)