[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 ♪
[bats screeching]
[tires screech]
[both chuckling]
[glass squeaking]
[clears throat]
[growls]
[bell dings]
- [buttons beeping] - [both laugh]
[laughter continues]
[horns honking]
[digital barking]
[gasps]
[rock music playing]
[all] Whoa, it's Booster Gold!
That's right, Titans.
It is I,
Booster Gold!
I come from the future
and I'm here to warn you
of your terrible fate.
Oh, nos! We's has a terrible fate?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I've never heard of [mockingly] Booster Gold.
[scoffs] Sounds like a made-up name.
How do we know this guy's really from the future?
Well, Robin, if I didn't have advanced perception
of exactly how the time continuum will unfold,
then how would I know you're about to...
- break your ankle? - Aah!
[all exclaiming] Wow!
How could he possibly have known
that was going to happen?
Because I'm from the future.
And you're wasting precious time.
There's only one way to avoid your terrible fate.
Tell us, tell us!
Eh, I'm going to need 50 bucks.
Fifty bucks?
How could that possibly have anything to do
with preventing our terrible fate?
Robin, it's absolutely imperative
that you give me 50 bucks.
Or you'll end up
- with a fractured rib. - [groans]
[cash register dings]
His knowledge of future events
continues to be the spot-on.
Now, I'm also gonna need your TV, your couch,
refrigerator, DVD collection, microwave
and that rug.
Nicely done.
That ought to change the timeline
just enough for you to avoid that
terrible fate.
What is this terrible fate anyway,
Mr. "I'm From The Future"?
Well, if you must know,
in the future, Robin here becomes an evil villain
and destroys the world as we know it.
Anyway, gotta go. Ta-ta.
[all gasp]
Get him!
What? No! He was obviously lying.
[grunting]
[male narrator] Hey, folks,
bring your most interesting valuables
and have them expertly appraised
by your host, the renowned Sticky Joe.
[bell dinging]
Howdy.
I purchased this at the little garage sale.
It is in the beautiful condition,
but I do not know of its value.
Hmm.
Howdy.
[mumbling]
[exclaims]
[Starfire gasps]
Oh, my! I am the rich, the rich!
[gasps] Oh!
[both laughing]
[bell dings]
[all laughing]
[female narrator reading]
Presenting Judge Silkie in Grub Justice.
[audience gagging]
Case number 121.
[female narrator speaking] The plaintiff claims that in spite of numerous warnings,
the defendant continues to use her personal toothbrush.
That is the correct, Your Honor.
And I have the evidence to prove it.
Gross!
Oh, that's gross!
What's the big deal?
I put it back.
And that's not all, Your Honor.
This nasty dude has been using my soap
and getting his filthy hair all over the bar.
Check it.
[all gagging]
Oh, come on.
Nothing wrong with a little gorilla booty hair.
That's nothing compared to what I've been through.
Just look at this appalling act that I caught on camera.
[all gasp]
[screaming]
That was still a perfectly edible sandwich!
The defendant is sentenced to 50 licks.
Aah!
[bell dinging]
Ugh, gross.
[female narrator reading]
This very delicate doily has been handed down
from my great-great-grandmama, to my great-grandmama,
to my grandpappy,
all the way down to me.
It's got a lot of sentimental value.
I would never want to part with it,
but, you know, I just was curious
as to what its value might be.
[sniffs] Howdy.
[mumbles]
[bell dings]
Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!
I'm selling that raggedy old napkin
and buying me a boat!
I'm rich, so rich!
[gasps, screams]
No!
[all scream]
[all laughing]
[whirring]
[instrumental music playing]
[microwave beeps]
Attention, Mama!
- You, there. - [feedback whines]
Please be aware of the gap between the cushions.
They can separate and create
a very harmful situation.
[feedback continues]
Repeat. That is a restricted area.
If you do not cooperate, I will have to close the couch
until further notice.
That was for your own safety, Mama.
Sir!
Please chew slower, sir.
Sir!
I present to you,
The Good Caterpillar, issue 1.
Initial print run, mint condition.
It's got to be worth a fortune, right?
Oh, howdy.
[mumbling]
[gasps] Whoo-hoo!
Yes! I'm rich! In your face, Bruce Wayne.
I don't need your allowance anymore. Ha-ha!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[sobs] No!
[continues sobbing]
[man] I've seen enough, I'm outta here.
[woman] Time to go!
[all laughing]
Hippity hoppity, plippity, ploppity.
Splishity, splashity, mishity, mashity.
[imitates buzzer sounding]
[Beast Boy] Yo, the sun was shining on Jump City.
It was so nice,
I decided to hit the streets.
But after walking for miles,
my fancy gators was killing me.
So I hit up the shoe shop,
and got me some sick kicks.
[coughing]
But the shop owner charged me an arm and a leg.
The guy was a total clown.
[horn tooting]
So, I split.
Then I hooked up with Cy.
That dude is my homey.
Boo-yah.
We hit the gym and got swole.
- We was looking fire. - [both screaming]
Then we got a crime alert,
but you know how we roll.
We'd rather go home and chill.
And keep it real low-key.
[plays bass note]
But then, Robin showed up all salty.
The dude is a total wet blanket.
So we ghosted that fool.
Overall, it was a pretty fly day.
I guess you could say I totally nailed it.
And that's why they call me the GOAT.
[braying]
[all laughing]
[creaking]
[meows]