Homer, get your lazy butt out of bed!
You're gonna be late for work!
Going to work!
Hey, what's the haps, pop‐diggity?
D'oh! What's wrong with you?
Can't you talk like a normal 55‐year‐old man?
You'll never understand hip‐hop, Dad.
I understand plenty.
You're wasting your life
trying to be some kind of "d'jay."
It's DJ, dad.
You'll see, I'm gonna have my moment.
Check your watch‐‐ it's Homer Time!
Where you going, Homer?
To my happy place.
All right team, the word of the day is "upsell."
Every medium pizza should be extra‐large
and every thin‐crust should be deep dish.
Mozzarella is money.
Do I make myself as clear as this Crystal Pepsi?
Ah.
Ah, pointless.
Okay, everyone, it's showtime.
Homer, plug in the band.
What's up, party people?
Put your greasy hands together
for the Razzle Dazzle Rockin' Rollin' Revue!
♪ A‐one, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, pizza ♪
♪ A‐five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, pizza ♪
♪ We're gonna pizza around the pizza tonight ♪
♪ We're gonna pizza around ♪
♪ The pizza tonight. ♪
Oh, listen to that applause, Wakkety.
Those kids love pizza rock!
You suck, Yak.
Kids, I tell you, our pizza can't be beat.
Pizza can't... I... beat kids...
I beat kids. I beat kids.
That robot's threatening the kids.
Everyone's leaving.
Do something!
This is my moment.
♪ All right, stop ♪
♪ Grab a plate and listen ♪
♪ Yak is back with a menu addition ♪
♪ Regular toppings don't get the job done ♪
♪ Premium toppings get my mouth sprung ♪
♪ Slice, slice, baby ♪
- ♪ Sun‐dried tomatoes ♪ - Oh! - Ah!
♪ Slice, slice, baby ♪
- ♪ Canadian bacon ♪ - Whoa! - Yeah.
♪ Slice, slice, baby ♪
- ♪ Kalamata olives ♪ - Yeah! - Whoa!
♪ Slice, slice, baby ♪
- ♪ Premium toppings, yo ♪ -
You know what, instead of pepperoni,
let's get the Canadian bacon.
So premium.
♪ Sauce to your pizza. ♪
That was a heck of a show.
I was selling Nutzo Bread like it was Weirdo Wedges.
Say, instead of pizza versions of old songs,
we should be playing pizza versions of new songs.
Homer, I want you to create a whole new show,
ripping off the music you care about.
All the Ices from Cube to T.
Thank you, Mr. Gunderson.
Guys, we got a lot of work to do.
I beat kids.
Beat kids. Beat kids.
Dad, tonight's
my big show at the pizza place. You're coming, right?
Son, I don't know quite how to put this, but
you're a fool and your dreams are garbage.
Now, get out of here before I say something I'll regret.
I'll show you who's a fool.
Such a jerk.
Big crowd out there.
You guys are gonna be great tonight.
I know it.
That's okay, it's just nerves.
Dah, the place is packed.
This is why I went into business‐‐
to make money.
Homer Cool J Simpson presents the new and improved
Phuntime Phunky Phour!
♪ Whoomp, there it is‐‐ pizza ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is. ♪
Whoomp, who are you?
FBI. We're shutting this place down.
- This business is a front for drug trafficking. -
Confiscate those robots.
But they're innocent.
You're just harassing them because they're rappers.
D'ope!
That cocaine isn't mine.
I never touch sweet, sweet booger sugar.
Let's all buy Beemers with hundred‐CD disc changers‐‐
they fill the whole trunk!
MTV, baby!
No, don't take my friends.
No!
Told ya.
And I never saw my robot friends again.
So... are we still
going to Ralph's birthday party?
Never! This is where my dreams died.
I almost didn't get these cones,
and you know what, I'm glad I did.
Homie, it's been three days since that terrible memory
came back, and you haven't said anything about it.
Oh. That?
What a silly thing to get upset about.
I totally overreacted. It's all in the past now.
Oops, don't want to be late for work.
Love you. Love you all.
‐ ‐I can't stand
to see him like this.
What? Dad looks happy.
Something's deeply wrong.
He's missing his youthful spirit,
that spark that makes him who he is.
Did you see how he ate his breakfast?
He didn't shuffle his pancakes
like a deck of cards.
He doesn't air‐drum while driving
or race the dog in butt scooting across the carpet.
And he always won.
He's not my Homie anymore.
We didn't notice any of that.
A wife knows.
And a bartender. He's just...
he's just not the same.
He don't spin Barney around on the stool no more.
He don't drink beer from a crazy straw‐‐ just a sensible straw.
What are we gonna do about our little man, Midge?
We're just gonna have to love him that much more.
I didn't think that was possible.
I'm used to seeing Mom upset about Dad, but Moe‐‐
that really shook me.
How do we heal the 14‐year‐old boy
who lost the thing he cared most about‐‐
rapping pizza robots?
What? It's a very Dad kind of trauma.
Well, if losing those robots screwed him up,
what if we somehow found them again?
Hmm.
Dad told us Gil used to be his boss,
so maybe Gil could help us.
And I know just where to find him.
Razzle Dazzle's‐‐ that was many lives ago.
I was top of the heap, making kids happy
with music and pizza.
My Dad said you were also selling drugs.
Ah, the drugs sold themselves, kid.
The whole world was my nostril.
Look, after you "went away,"
what happened to those singing robots?
Well, the FBI sold them at auction,
but I never lost track of my babies.
I'm gonna get those robots back,
and start a new kiddie pizza place,
then use that as a front to sell even better drugs!
‐ ‐Gimme that.
This is it. They're all here.
Lis, we're getting the band back together.
You can't take Jive Turkey.
He's the centerpiece of my priceless collection
of disco memorabilia.
For God's sake, Stuart.
Get rid of this stuff.
You've wasted your life on America's worst music craze.
I'm just glad your father, Doo‐Wop Steve,
didn't live to see this.
Hmm... Take him.
Thank you, Mrs...
Public Domain Debbie.
♪ On top of Old Smoky ♪
♪ All covered in snow. ♪
Please, Professor. This mechanical‐‐
what is it, a beaver?‐‐
it's the key to my husband's emotional recovery.
Aw...
Well, I understand that need to develop an attachment
to a piece of machinery to combat loneliness.
What do‐what do you say, boys,
should I... should I just let her have him?
Free him, you monster.
Free all of us.
He programs us to lose.
Hmm. Why would I, a major local celebrity,
possess a robot from a defunct pizza parlor?
The very notion is absurd.
Oh, of course. I'm sorry, sir.
My mistake. Sorry to bother you.
Oh, uh, there is one more thing, sir.
I see that you go through a lot of this, uh,
mechanical oil stuff here.
Well, there's a perfectly logical explanation, Bartender.
I spray it on my rusty door hinges.
Oh, right, now I get it.
You don't want anyone to know that
a respectable gent like yourself
is using this here WD‐40
and this silk kimono
and this Enrique Iglesias CD
with your sex robot!
Oh, yeah, the yak.
I used him to test the Kevlar vests.
I liked the way he would sing about pizza
every time I shot him in the chest.
You're a little late, though. I just sold him to those guys.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where‐where are you going with that?
We're taking it to the new local offices of J. J. Abrams.
J.J. Abrams.
What's a big Hollywood director doing in Springfield?
Making the next Impossible.
Downtown Springfield's standing in for Somalia.
What does he want with this rickety piece of junk?
As a visionary genius,
J.J. needs to be kept in a constant state
of childlike wonder,
so we fill his creative space with kitsch,
whimsy, memorabilia.
‐
J.J. needs a Garbage Pail Kids pinball machine
and a roll of 1982 quarters.
Go, go, go!
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're a cool, young,
brother‐sister directing team and we'd like to speak
to a low‐level executive about a vague idea we have.
Super vague.
Right away!
There's the yak.
But how are we gonna get it out of here?
Step away from the kitsch.
What are you thinking, trying to steal from a Hollywood big shot?
That's like murdering a dozen normos.
Sorry, Dad. We thought it would make you happy
if we got your old band back together.
The Phuntime Phunky Phour? That's impossible.
I'll never see those guys... again.
Yak.
It's you.
What a touching scene.
I know just how to shoot it.
- It's J. J.! - Roll his calls!
Don't step on his shadow.
Oh, no, I'm wearing the same shirt as him. Aah!
- Hi, I'm J. J. - Homer Jay.
Sorry my kids tried to steal from you.
It's just that they were trying
to get this old robot back, so... so...
So they could reunite the entire animatronic band
to heal the broken teenager inside of you.
How did you know my secret pain?
I didn't. My storytelling sense told me
this was the only emotionally cathartic end to your journey.
Master of story!
He's the ultimate architect of cinematic universes,
and my dad's friend.
Mm...
I need to see all the robots together.
Wipe to...
Foxxy, Turkey,
Hippie, and Wakkety!
You're all here.
I've never seen such genuine childlike wonder.
And I've been to dozens of test screenings.
Homer, your emotional connection to these characters
has shown me that your journey can be
a universal experience,
- or at least Dreamworks. - What?
I'm gonna make these robots
the stars of their own nine‐movie franchise.
Buy the underlying IP.
- Done. You own it. - Fantastic.
Take them away. Take them?
But we just got reunited.
Oh, but I need them. My visual effects artists
have to scan them into supercomputers
so our mind‐blowing reboot
March 30‐‐ the new Fourth of July.
No!
No! The same thing happened again,
but slightly different, years later.
It's what I do.
I had them back and I lost them again.
Homie, I know how hard this is for you.
I always say you shouldn't do this,
but maybe‐‐ just this once‐‐
you should go eat your feelings.
Six feelings with extra cheese.
An order of French feelings,
and a super chocolate frosty depression.
I also recommend a hot apple cry.
Yes, I recognize a fellow sadness swallower.
And then J. J. Abrams took my robots away...
so he could reboot them.
Why do Hollywood guys only want to make movies?
I used to be like you, getting angry at filmmakers
who ruined my favorite childhood characters,
stewing in silence. But now,
thanks to the Internet, I can fight back.
- You can? - Oh, yes, my friend.
It is called "trolling."
Thanks to social media super‐soldiers like myself,
studios spent millions to remove
Sonic the Hedgehog's creepy human teeth.
We changed the world
of video game adaptations I never saw.
Then I'll do it. I'll become a troll,
stop J. J. Abrams' reboot,
and save my childhood.
And now I'm eating a feeling
I've never felt before.
Marge, I've done it.
The boycott is gaining momentum‐‐
the supportive comments are pouring in.
Three of them!
Homer, please. You've missed so much of your life.
Of our lives.
It's only a movie.
Yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe I have been
taking this nostalgia‐fueled vendetta too far.
‐
Pizza movie news alert.
Hey, Springfield. I'm inviting you
to come to the Aztec Theatre tonight for a special preview
of my new animated movie, Agents of P. I. Z. Z. A.
How dare he do what he said he was gonna do!
I paused just long enough for anyone watching
to say something. And now, here's a little...
"slice" of what you'll see tonight.
They'll save the world in 90 minutes...
or the movie is free.
Written by Tony Kushner and Babaloo Mandel.
No. This reimagining
is worse than I could have ever imagined.
I've got to stop that screening.
There's only one person who can help my Homie now.
- Who are you calling? - No, don't tell us‐‐
it'll be cooler when we find out later.
Reboots suck and you're to blame,
make it different, but the same!
Thank you, loyal trolls, for joining me
destroying someone else's passion project.
Yes, every fan deserves movies that are individually tailored
to their preconceived ideas.
Let's ruin everyone's night!
Welcome to this preview of Agents of P. I. Z. Z. A.,
featuring the voice talents
of whoever was famous eight months ago.
But the real heroes are the thousands
of computer artists who worked around the clock,
slowly going blind, at such effects houses as
Dream Prison, Digital Sweatshop,
Indentured Server‐dudes, and too many others to count.
- Or pay. - Yeah!
And now, without further ado...
Did somebody ask for ado?
Hey, Homer. Good to see you.
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
This man took simple, beautiful animal robots
designed to sell pizza
and turned them into something crass and commercial.
Well, it's all over, J. J.‐‐
if those are your real initials.
I'm going to burn the only copy of this movie.
Actually, the movie's backed up on servers all over the world.
That reel is just a prop from the snack stand.
Oh. I wondered why it was buttery.
You can't release this movie. Changing those characters
- will ruin my childhood. - Bullpucky!
So that's who Mom called earlier.
So satisfying.
Son, a movie can't ruin your childhood.
I ruined it by being a terrible father.
- But the movie. - No, it was me.
I put you down, I never listened to you,
said your dreams were ridiculous.
Maybe it was the way I was brought up.
Men back then could only love sports stars
and auto makes.
I was a Chevy man and I thought that was enough.
The '63 Impala SS sport coupe‐‐
now, that was a son.
Of course. It's not the movie that sucks,
it was you sucking.
It was always you sucking.
I hate you, Dad.
Aw.
Homer, I know you were attached to the past,
but this movie‐‐ all 71 minutes of it‐‐
might help a new generation of kids
forget their terrible parents.
- Like us, Dad. - I want to forget so bad.
- Mm. - Go on, make your movie.
It's literally already done.
I guess the only time I'll see my friends now
is on the big screen.
Well, actually...
The band is back together.
I had them reprogrammed
to dispense frozen yogurt at the after party.
Goodbye, old friend.
You'll always be a part of me.
Ah...
To all who dare reboot a movie,
comic book, or TV show‐‐
you are being watched by Troll Force Five!
Mary Sue, who writes fan fiction starring herself.
"Harry Potter turned and said, 'Without Mary Sue,
I never could have brought Dumbledore back to life.'"
The Furry‐‐ the ultimate expert
on poorly‐rendered CGI hair.
That's not what it looks like when a bear sweats.
The Shipper‐‐ able to detect
romantic connections where, clearly, none exist.
-C‐3 -PO and Chewbacca are definitely a couple.
Stan, who can ruin anything
by loving it too much.
Together, we are...
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FOX BROADCASTING COMPANY
And FORD. We go further, so you can.
♪ Your mother's got flavor, your father's got the flavor ♪
♪ Your sister and your brother and your cousins ♪
♪ Got the flavor, the flavor ♪
♪ Flavor that you crave so much ♪
♪ Flavor with boom, flavor that goes crunch ♪
♪ Tell me, who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ The funky hip‐hop ♪
♪ Feel the beat drop ♪
♪ Hour after hour ♪
♪ Sweet, nothing sour ♪
♪ Kick it like horsepower ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got flavor ♪
♪ I do, I do ♪
♪ Who's got... ♪
Shh!