[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! ♪
[slurping]
- [alarm blaring] - Crime alert!
It appears someone has broken into
the music library at Warner Bros. Studios.
Oh, look, the tiny grandma.
That's no grandma.
That's crazed composer Ludwig Von Sournote.
Guten Tag, Titans.
Oh, and it's Lud-wich, actually, yes.
It's like the "John" of Germany.
Cut the formalities, Ludwig, and tell us what you're after.
So, you want to get down to the gritty-nitty?
Very well.
I am after the Telepix machine.
[slurping] Tele-what, now?
Telepix machine.
You know, the machine that provides the score for your show?
[machine whirring]
So, that machine keeps score?
Well, in that case, I shall go for the extra point.
[yelps loudly]
- [fanfare plays] - It's good.
No, Titans.
The score is the music that accompanies a television show or a film
to enhance the emotional impact of a scene.
Yes, the score can make a scene feel scary,
- dramatic... - [dramatic music plays]
- ...sad... - [melancholy music plays]
- ...or even romantic. - [romantic music playing]
Which is why it is so very crucial
to the storytelling process.
Oh, give us the break.
Don't nobody care about the score.
In fact, it's so unimportant
that our storyboarders handle it.
Which is precisely my problem.
I am being put out of a job because your storyboarders
get their music from this cursed machine.
Entertainment. It is a tough industry.
You're telling me?
Do you know how difficult it is to be a composer?
No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell us.
You spend all your time making music demonstrations
and working on spec to land a gig
only to lose it to this glorified MP3 player.
Well, not anymore.
I am pulling the plug on this machine.
Now, your show will be forced to use my score.
[laughs cunningly]
[sarcastically] Ooh.
Who cares?
There's no value in a score.
Yes, there is, you obtuse, little man.
Well, I am going to prove it to you by using my musical magic.
The good luck with that.
We ain'ts worried about no score, fool.
You will be.
[laughing wickedly]
- Whatever. - Now who's up for a snack?
- Oh, yeah. - [all clamoring]
[ominous music playing]
When did the kitchen become so terrifying?
It sure does seem a whole lot scarier.
It is giving me the heebies as well as the jeebies.
And all the hairs be standing up on the backs of my neck, yo.
- [music stops] - There's nothing scary
about this kitchen.
Ludwig is just using his score to make us feel nervous.
- [ominous music resumes] - I'm not too sure about that.
[all gasp]
Relax. I'm just getting a bagel.
[ominous music playing]
[all gasp]
And now, I'm slicing my bagel.
Be the careful, Cyborg.
I have the feeling that something terrible might happen.
There's only one way to find out.
[screams] I can'ts look.
[ominous music continues]
[sighs in relief]
[screams]
Ow. What'd you do that for?
You scared me.
I just wanted some butter for my bagel!
Well, all this tension has made me lose my appetite.
- Me too, bro. - The indeed.
Let's get out of here.
Being in that kitchen really put me on edge.
My heart is still doing of the racing.
Then why don't you all calm down
by watching some TV?
Great idea, bro.
- [dramatic music playing] - [gasps]
Listen, mama, we need to talk.
About what?
You know what this is about.
You just stole my spot.
Well, I don't see your name on it.
My name ain'ts gotta be on it, 'cause my body is already grooved into the couch.
So groove your body someplace else.
- It ain't that simple! - [objects crash]
It takes years to develop that perfect body groove.
And I can'ts deal with that kind of commitment.
You can't deal with any kind of commitment.
Oh, so that's what this is about.
You wanted to sit here so you could make me jealous with your new boyfriend!
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I don't have a boyfriend.
Oh, really?
Then who's this?
The Aqualad?
Oh, man, this is getting good.
That's right, mama.
I know all about the two of you,
and your secret trip to the Bahamas.
We didn't go to the Bahamas because we're in love,
we went because Aqualad needs an operation!
What kind of operation?
He needs a butt transplant.
A butt transplant?
Oh, no, that sounds serious, yo!
I'm afraid it is.
Well, here, he can have mine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- No one is in need of a butt transplant. - [Beast Boy yelps]
Are you the sure about that, Robin?
- Yes, I'm sure. - [music stops]
Raven and Beast Boy are just getting caught up in the score again.
Now, get lost, Aqualad.
[glass breaking]
Well, that certainly was exciting.
Now, can we please just watch some TV?
That's weird.
It's not working.
Oh, no.
[melancholy music playing]
It appears the batteries
have died.
[sobbing]
Oh, come on, Star. You can't be that upset.
Do not tell me how I should feel, Robin!
Okay, okay. But they're just a pair of batteries.
No, they were our batteries.
And they deserve the proper burial.
The dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today
to honor the memory of our friends,
the batteries.
I remember the day we purchased them.
They were so full of the life.
And they put a lot of the energy into keeping us happy,
even though it left them drained.
And while they may have only been the AA batteries,
to me, they will always be the AAA.
[sobbing]
[all sobbing]
That... That was beautiful, Star.
It's just not fair.
Oh, why couldn't they have been rechargeable? Why?
You guys are all acting ridiculous.
We can't help it!
Well, there's no way some stupid score is going to affect my emotions.
Now, to enjoy this delicious bagel.
[romantic music playing]
It's got such an intoxicating aroma.
[sniffs, giggles]
Oh, and would you look at those curves?
Uh-oh, I think somebody's fallen in love.
You've got that right.
We've got so much in common.
We rise early in the morning, our favorite meal is brunch,
and we're both incredibly plain.
- Bagel... - [all gasp]
...will you marry me?
[romantic music continues]
I'll take that as a yes!
["Wedding March" playing]
[blows nose]
I now pronounce you man and bagel.
Robin, you may kiss the bread.
[Robin screams]
[gasps]
Who did this?
[munching]
Oh, sorry, bro.
Being around all this breakfast food made me hungry.
[dramatic music playing]
Then you can eat my fist!
- Calm down, dude. - [yelling]
You're overreacting.
You're right.
I'm not in love with this bagel.
My emotions just got caught up in the score.
Perhaps there is more to this score
than we originally thought.
I guess that Ludwig dude was right, yo.
Which is why we need to stop him
from using it to manipulate us.
Titans, go! To Warner Bros. Studios!
[heroic music playing]
- [music stops] - [tires screech]
[car beeping]
- [all yell] - Listen up, Ludwig.
[gasps] Wait!
Before you say anything, let me guess, please.
I love the guessing games.
Okay. You are here to tell me how much
- you have been enjoying my score. - [orchestral music playing]
Yes? Am I close?
No.
We are here to shut you down.
Now release the Telepix machine.
Never!
Fine. Then I guess we'll just do this the hard way.
Ooh, it looks like we are gearing up for a fight sequence,
and I have the perfect action score in mind.
- Percussion! - [dramatic music playing]
Brass!
Strings!
[laughs maliciously]
- Titans, go! - [all grunt]
[growls]
These drums is really powerful.
The strings are too nimble.
These horns know how to stab.
Oh, ow!
These woodwinds pack a punch. [grunts]
And this bombastic bass is blowing me away.
[screams, grunts]
[Ludwig] Now, give up, Titans!
You cannot defeat my musical might.
He's right. His score is just way too awesome!
[music stops]
Do you really mean that?
- Of course we the do. - [upbeat orchestral music playing]
Today, you demonstrated to all of us
just how powerful your score can truly be.
So, does this mean you're going to keep using my score?
- Oh, no, no, no. - [objects crash]
We don't have the budget for that kind of thing.
But we do know someone that has plenty of money for your score.
[dramatic music playing]
Thank you for your help, Titans.
Now, consider this score settled.
- [plays loudly] - [glass shatters]