[bird crowing]
- [cat meowing] - [mouse squeaking]
- [elephant trumpeting] - [lion roaring]
♪ Go! ♪
[opening theme playing]
♪ T-E-E-N ♪
♪ T-I-T-A-N-S ♪
♪ Teen Titans, let's go ♪
♪ Teen Titans, go ♪
[all sighing]
Oh, I love the days that are the lazy.
All I wants to do is snack and lounge all day.
- [chomps] - [communicator beeping]
[clicks keypad]
[chuckles] Yo, what up, Chief?
Beast Boy, I've been dying
to tell you about my latest experiment.
[munching]
- Is it extreme? - Totally extreme.
- [explodes] - [electric guitar strums]
Mm-hmm. That's nice.
[loud rumbling]
- [thudding] - [alarm blaring]
What's happening?
We must be under attack.
Titans, this is a level five crisis.
- I gotta go, Chief. - But--
- [keypad beeps] - I do not see the anything out there.
- [crashing] - [Robin thuds]
It must be some kind of invisible menace!
Check the satellite.
- Uh, slight problem... - [keyboard beeping]
The satellite is gone!
Our threat detection systems are offline.
Titans, this is now a level three crisis!
But we were just at level five.
- [strike thuds] - Three is more serious than five.
- [thuds, crashes] - [beeps]
[shutters clanking]
[robotic arms reeling]
[all screaming]
[crashes]
Where we at, yo?
Welcome to my Subterranean Anti-Nuclear Defense Den.
SADD for short.
Yeah, it's sad, all right.
We'll stay right here until we figure out who attacked us.
[mellow music playing]
- [Beast Boy farts] - [powers up]
[chuckles] My bad.
[all exclaiming in disgust]
Not to worry.
All your toots are more than welcome in my SADD room.
- [Robin farts] - [vacuum whirring]
[monitor beeping]
[fan clicks, whirs]
I've built a state of the art methane recycling system.
Bio gas. It's the wave of the future.
- [farts] - [all muffled] Ew!
Yo, what's all this?
Oh, I've been taping our exploits.
Your every waking moment
has been recorded and documented.
Well, and your sleeping one's too.
Ooh. It's "Girls Night."
This one's got my lady Jinx in it.
Look, "Arms Race With Legs."
A classic Lady Legasus episode.
Let us watch the one where Beast Boy teaches me to lie.
[Robin] Hold on.
I'm just about to figure out who the villain is.
Just put this here, follow the timeline there, and... [gasps]
Richard Nixon?
Bro, that's ridiculous. It wasn't no Richard Nixon.
He's America's sweetheart.
Now let's watch Teen Titans Go.
It's always on.
[thuds]
But is lying not wrong?
Not if you wink, it's not.
[Starfire] Since that day, I have never lied again.
Wink. Wink.
[Robin] Yeah, it doesn't really work
if you say, "Wink, wink."
[Starfire] I respect your opinion.
- Wink. Wink. - And in exchange,
you can take me to the party as your guest.
-It is a deal. - [Robin] Hold it.
There's something odd about this clip.
[tape rewinds]
[Robin] There. Silkie's tuna can has vanished!
Just like the satellite.
Maybe it's the fault of the animators.
Certainly not!
Our animators are highly skilled professionals
with incredible attention to detail,
even under a very aggressive schedule.
No. Someone else is responsible,
and these tapes might reveal their identity.
Let's watch another one.
[powers down]
[Beast Boy] Oh, man. The power's out.
[Robin] Not to worry.
- Just a temporary outage. - [farts]
[powers up]
Bio gas! The wave of the future.
Just play the tape, dude.
[Raven] Heed this warning.
To turn us into monsters,
I'll be tampering with forces
I don't fully control.
Ooh, I love warning you guys about imminent danger.
[Cyborg] I know. We never listen.
...us up, mama. Come on.
Azarath...
[Robin] Hmm. There's something odd about this clip too.
[tape rewinds]
[Beast Boy] Check it out.
My girl Raven's arm is missing.
Uh, this can't be right.
My arm is definitely still attached.
[gasps] My arm.
- What am I gonna do? - Not to worry.
I am a professional balloon artist.
- [whimsical music playing] - [blows air]
[balloon squeaking]
[Robin] Ta-da!
Whoever's behind this isn't just stealing things.
They're stealing body parts.
- Titans. This is now a level one crisis. - [communicator beeping]
That doesn't sound so bad.
One is more serious than three.
- [timer ticking] - [explodes, shatters]
Are you sure, it's not the fault of the animators.
Lay off our animators!
They work hard to pay off their crippling debts from art school.
No. The answer to this mystery is more insidious.
Another tape!
- And a boom box. - [Cyborg] There's my Jinx.
Why am I always attracted to evil women?
[Beast Boy] You're just caught up in a bad romance, bro.
It's not a mind game. I invited them.
It's a slumber party!
Ah-ha! Look.
[tape rewinds]
[Robin] Jinx's torso is missing, too.
[screams]
Who could've done this to my baby?
Perhaps the animators?
Animators are heroes.
They work tirelessly through the pain of carpal tunnel,
- just to bring joy to kids around the world. - [children] Yay!
Then who is it, yo!
I'm not sure yet, but I sense we're getting close to the truth.
Another tape!
You cannot stop me, Titans.
[machine whirring]
[Raven] Robin look. Your leg.
It's totally colorless.
Don't be silly
My leg-- [crying]
My leg... [gasps] My beautiful leg.
[crying] Where did you go?
Calm down, dude. I got you.
- Oh, thank you. - Pop this in.
Maybe I got some missing limb, I ain't noticed yet.
-We wish to... - [gasps] The look.
[all] Lady Legasus!
[all cheering]
-The power of quads... - [Cyborg] Oh, yeah.
Flex them quads, girl!
[Lady Legasus] Unchecked, that power can lead to bad things.
- [Beast Boy] Oh, check it out! - [tape rewinds]
I gots two heads.
That's dope, yo!
Oh, no. It's gone.
What am I gonna do without my second head, yo?
He was the smart one.
I'm telling you, man. I think it's the animators.
- Our animators are saints. - Ow. Ow. Ow.
Fine. Then maybe you can tell us
what's going on, Mr. Smarty-pants.
I'd be happy to.
[Cyborg crashes]
Let's look at the clues.
Okay, we've got Beast Boy's head,
Jinx's torso,
the tuna can,
Raven's arm, the satellite,
and my well-defined, chiseled, leg.
[laughs] That's ridiculous.
Your leg looks nothing like that, dude.
[all laughing]
Focus!
If we just put this here, that there, and this over here...
[gasps] The monster.
[terrifying music playing]
But who would make such a crazy, unethical creation?
- [all] Hmm. - [communicator beeping]
Beast boy. Hey, I gotta tell you
all about my crazy and unethical creation.
Not now, Chief.
- I's in the middle of something. - [keypad beeps]
Hmm.
Seriously, dude.
Titans, go!
- [grunts] - [farts]
[muffled grunting] Gonna need a lot of bio gas.
- [farting] - [powers up]
- [Robin] Yeah. - [farts]
[toots]
- [all screaming] - [thuds]
Is all this spying on the Chief really necessary?
Yes. It's the only way we'll uncover the horrible plan
he has for that monster.
Now, we just need to figure out a way to break into his lab.
Ah-ha! There we go.
- But-- - No buts! Follow me.
[lasers whirring]
[Robin yells]
[Beast Boy clears throat]
How'd you get in?
I was trying to tell you I got the key.
- [rattling] - [elevator dings]
Stay vigilant, Titans.
That creature could be anywhere.
Let's split up and search.
[screams]
[mysterious music playing]
[clanks, trills, explodes]
[clinks, shatters]
- [clanks] - [Beast Boy yells]
[clinks, shatters]
[tanks bubbling]
- [clanking, shattering] - No monster here.
Huh, strange.
- I was certain that-- - [distant growling]
[all screaming]
[gasps] It is the monster.
I hopes my cloned head is vegan, yo!
Watch out. It might use my arm to cast a spell.
And a kick from my leg could be fatal.
I can't fight Jinx's torso. I still have feelings for it.
Stand firm, Titans.
Let's show this monster what we're made of.
[monster growling]
[all screaming]
[thudding]
[screaming, crying]
[man] Stop!
What's going on here?
Chief! Why are you stealing
our body parts to make a monster?
Huh? Don't be silly.
This is Fred.
He's a highly sophisticated android,
powered by my concentrated methane.
- You mean-- - He's powered by my toots.
[Fred powers down]
[Chief farts]
- [Fred powers up] - Bio gas!
[both] It's the wave of the future.
That's what I've been saying.
- Hmm. Ah! - [thuds]
[chuckles] Chief.
Did you build a toot-powered monster 'cause you missed me?
- What? No, don't be silly. - [thuds]
I already gave your room to Fred.
My new favorite member of the Doom Patrol.
None of this explains all the missing body parts.
Yeah. If it wasn't the Chief,
then who's been messing with the very fabric
of our reality?
Personally, I think you blockheads are imagining things.
Chief, look.
- Your left eyebrow. It's gone, yo! - What?
[dramatic note plays]
Ah! This is probably the work of those stinking animators.
That's who did this.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Show some respect.
Our animators sit in traffic for 18 hours a day,
driving back and forth, to the studio.
We honor their sacrifice
and their commitment to excellence.
And we all sleep better at night,
knowing that we're in the capable hands
of dedicated professionals.
Now show your appreciation.
Thank you, animators.
- [snoring] - [cat meows]
[keyboard clattering]
- [Fred thuds] - [all screaming]
[screaming continues]