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TICK: Superheroes are people, too.
We put our supersuits on one leg at a time.
We look both ways before taking a mighty leap.
If you prick us, some of us even bleed.
GENERAL McGINNIS: Jesus Jumped-Up Christ.
TICK: Like regular folk, heroes need friends.
Some of us may have sidekicks, or teammates,
or intelligent watercraft.
But when the chips hit the fan,
we all make decisions alone
in the solitudinary fortress of our head-noodle.
It's these lonesome choices
that mark the difference between a hero
and an average cup of joe.
Afternoon, General.
Your Very Large Man is getting closer
to civilization every day.
- He has a name, General. - Huh.
Clifford Richter.
Any chance you could get Cliff
to stop walking before things escalate?
The only escalation I see happening is
your people pulling up stakes and moving back a hundred miles.
We established a perimeter here for a reason.
If he moves past...
I get it. You've drawn your line in the sand.
That man out there is a civilian,
and I'll do everything in my power to protect him.
If you fire on him, you fire on me.
And that doesn't end well for one of us.
Excuse me.
Got an interview with ESHPN in ten minutes
and a teleconference with the brass at AEGIS in 12.
I could reschedule if you're gonna bite their heads off, too.
I'll apologize to the general later.
I'm not feeling quite myself today.
(EXHALES)
Since when do you get headaches?
Since never. (GROANS)
(GROANS)
Oh, that tastes like cancer.
- Oh. - (EXHALES)
Mmm. Pumpkin spice. How do you do that?
DANGERBOAT: Guys, looks like your prisoner
is waking up.
OVERKILL: Good. Time to bring the pain.
Your friend here is made entirely of mind snakes.
We need to go now.
Tick, are you kidding me? That's...
We're making progress for the first time ever.
I mean, look at this place.
Well, I am state-of-the-art.
Overkill wants to make a murder salad
- out of your hero's journey. - Oh, come on.
He doesn't want to make a "murder salad."
RAMSES IV: Help! He's killing me!
(PANTING) Please, please, please, oh, please.
Please don't let him hurt me.
Okay, fine.
You want to play ball, Ramses?
I'll promise that no one hurts you, okay?
Aah! That hurt.
Dirty pool.
Hey, hey, hey! What did you just do to him?
RAMSES IV: Oh, my God.
I've got meningitis now, I-I can feel it.
Relax. I just gave you a shot of sodium Amber Thiessen.
You're gonna tell us where The Terror is now, aren't you, egg?
I will tell you anything you want, just-just don't get up...
Well, we've got the Hot Dish Cook-Off coming up,
and that is a countywide competition,
so of course, Mother's a little nervous.
Jiminy Christmas.
He's pumped that little shaver full of crazy juice.
Are you on any prescription drugs?
Lipitor? Prozac?
- Viagra? - Uh...
There might be some counter-indications.
DANGERBOAT: Should I call 911?
He's fine.
He should be fine.
Whoa! Secret face.
Don't talk about my face.
Okay. Ramses. Ramses? Hey.
Listen here, okay? Look at me.
Where is The Terror?
In your heart. It's in the heart of every man.
Not terror, The Terror.
Oh, The Terror.
Yeah, sure.
He's holed up under the Sacred Mother
of Infinite Misery Church.
- Sacred Mother of Infinite Misery... - DANGERBOAT: Got it.
Yep. He's dug in real good.
Oh, my God.
We got him.
You died.
I saw it. I...
Superian hammered your spider-tank into the ground.
Trickery.
You exploded.
Wasn't there.
I... They found your teeth.
Always been handy with the pliers.
I needed elbow room, Janet.
I needed Superian to believe... I was dead.
You needed to make me believe it, too?
You were my right hand, Janet.
Everyone knew it.
You out there mourning my death...
(EXHALES) ...really sold the message, you know?
Made it real.
It was real.
To me, it was real.
And those suckers just ate it right up!
Ha!
Anything to drink in this dump?
OVERKILL: Sacred Mother of Infinite Misery Church
is sitting on a massive maze of catacombs and sewer tunnels.
It's a perfect hiding place for The Terror's stronghold.
I can't believe, after all these years, that I finally found him.
He's in there, all right.
We need to do some on-site recon
before we set up an attack.
- What kind of attack? - Wait, wait, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no. We're not going in there.
We can do this.
You, me, big blue freak.
We have the shot to take The Terror out.
You have zero exit strategy; It's suicide.
Revenge needs no exit strategy.
No... we need no exit strategy, okay?
Because what we're gonna do is just blow the whistle on him.
Okay? That plan has a hundred percent chance of success,
zero percent chance of death.
We're taking Ramses to AEGIS.
- AEGIS? - Yeah.
Those stapler-fondling bureaucrats?
- Yeah. - They'll drown you in red tape.
They'll file your file
under "where the fuck is that fucking file?"
You're not even a super, they won't listen to you.
Well, I have Ramses.
Huh?
And Ramses is proof that The Terror is still alive.
They can't ignore me this time.
Kid, this is your moment.
You need to spill The Terror's blood.
What Arthur needs is justice.
No, what I need is to go tell them, okay?
I am not done with him.
Listen here, GunSkull-17, this is not your case.
This is my case, okay?
I'm the one who did all the research,
I'm the one who figured it out, and I'm the one
who needs to take Ramses to AEGIS.
- So let him go. - No.
Tick?
I think that's my cue
to get you to mind your Ps and carrots, mister.
Get up.
Come on.
You'll be back.
Oh, I very much doubt that.
- Don't touch that. - Already did.
(GASPS)
Almond milk? Huh.
All this time, you've been alive
and hiding and, what, laughing at me?
Hmm. This is repulsive.
You drink this?
- No. - Look.
You think you're mad at me.
But you're just mad at yourself.
You should've known I was too smart to die.
You should've read the signs, had a little faith.
So, now you're kicking your butt
'cause all this time I've been waiting for you to come find me.
- Right. - Of course I was.
I've been watching you.
- I have. - Really?
Hey, Janet, did you, uh,
leave out my almond...?
Oh, my God.
(WHIMPERS)
Is that Derek?
He's my ex-husband.
TERROR: I.T. Derek?
The Derek that set up the Wi-Fi
in my old lair Derek?
- You killed him. - Did I?
No, that's just the platypus venom.
He'll seizure it off in about an hour. -Hmm.
Look, he's foaming. That's a good sign.
You married Derek?
I was not in a good place.
It was, it was after you and... hmm.
I thought you were following my every move.
I tried... at first.
Ah, you got so boring so fast, I don't know.
DOT: Mom?
Upstairs, honey.
- What is all this? - You know, I don't know.
I-I thought maybe one of the guests had too many mimosas
and trashed the place,
but I didn't think it was that kind of a party.
Dottie, are you all right?
You look not great.
You smell like firecrackers.
It's gun smoke.
TICK: Look, no one's happier than me
that Overkill is out of the picture, chum,
but... we can't just hand off the quest to someone else.
Look, Tick, the government created AEGIS
to deal with problems exactly like The Terror, okay?
But that's what we were created for.
Arthur, your moment is approaching.
Listen to the fibers of your being.
ARTHUR: Sorry, Tick, we're gonna stick to my plan.
(DIALING)
You'll see when you get inside the place, Tick.
State-of-the-art technology,
dozens of qualified agents who actually know what...
What's going on?
Hello, and thank you for visiting AEGIS.
This office is no longer in operation.
You can reach us on the Web at www.aegisgov.org
or at 1-800-52-AEGIS.
Thank you and have a super day.
Thank you.
They're closed?
Well, of course it is.
There are no superheroes in town.
You got no heroes, eventually you got no AEGIS.
It's been too long, Lint.
13 years.
You can serve now.
- What have you been doing? - This and that.
Remember how I used to say
I always wanted to learn how to play the drums?
Did that.
Launched a line of bath salts, two new Menudos.
Oh! And I've been killing the bees.
Dick move.
Right?
But mostly,
I've taken the time to sit back
and really focus on the old magnum opus.
You know. The one thing in the world I've always wanted.
- The big one! - No.
But you said it was impossible. You said so yourself.
But what if I told you I finally figured out a way to do it?
The super-villain Holy Grail.
The best worst thing ever.
- Hmm. - How?
Well, you know how I am.
It comes to me in bits and pieces,
like a tune.
I got the beat. I got the bass line.
I've just been waiting for the melody.
Is this that music-of-the-spheres crap
- that you love to talk about? - Bingo.
And you think that you can just waltz back in here
and I'll play whatever little part you want me to play?
Oh, I don't know, Lint.
You think you're ready?
You don't look ready.
Frankly, you look like shit.
(GASPS)
God, I've been waiting my entire life
for this exact moment and now I have nothing.
Destiny wants you to capture The Terror
with your own two clever, little mitts.
Please, not with this again, okay?
- (HELMET BEEPING) - Aah, God.
You all right?
I think I'm getting a call.
- Phone call on the headphone. - Hello?
If you're not getting out of this thing, I'm coming in.
- What? - I'm in.
I'm helping.
What did you and Paloma do to Mom's house?
Look, she was just trying to kill me.
It... Dot.
It doesn't matter, okay?
There is nothing you could possibly do to help us.
You don't know that.
I have ways of finding things out.
- Connections. - Connections?
Is this gonna be a long call?
- Could I sit? - Sure.
Hi, Dot!
Dot, I am not letting you
get involved in this craziness.
Okay? Please.
You could get hurt and I cannot let that happen to you.
Yeah, Arthur, I know how you feel.
Dot? Dot?
So, she's in on the case? Great!
No, Tick, this is a disaster.
Come on, man. This is the first minute
of the rest of your life.
Where's Ramses?
(GRUNTS)
Impolite!
TERROR: Look at you.
You used to be bigger than life.
A legend.
What happened?
You died, okay?
Did your brain?
Hmm? 'Cause that's the only explanation
for how you got stuck in this rut.
I wanted you to believe I was dead for a while.
And I needed Ramses to be the front for crime in this town.
But I always figured you'd fry his ass
in that stupid throne of his
and then we'd talk.
- TICK: Arthur! - (COUGHS)
You okay?
(COUGHING) Yeah. I'm okay.
I nailed the bastard, boss.
- He won't go down. - (SIGHS)
Give me that thing.
We'll hit him where it hurts.
In the civilians.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Tick, the bus!
Let's go!
Move!
Fear not, citizens! The Tick is here!
And I got a bus to catch!
Everyone, come on out.
(GRUNTS)
Okay. Come on, everybody.
Off the bus. Let's hurry.
(GRUNTS)
(WOMAN SOBBING, MAN GRUNTING)
ARTHUR: Everybody.
(GRUNTS)
Aah!
(GASPING)
Curse your lack of structural integrity.
(GASPING)
Oh.
(PANTING)
- Okay, come on. - Aah!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Aah...
MAN: Thank you.
(MAN GRUNTS)
Arthur, jump in!
- Help them! - (GRUNTS)
You want me to get on the bus?
Sooner would be better, yes!
(GASPING)
Hey there.
Come on, man.
Get off the bus, okay?
- (BUS CREAKING) - Come on.
You're okay.
You're okay, you're okay. Here you go, buddy.
Okay.
- (GLASS SHATTERS) - Are you saying
all I had to do to get to you was kill Ramses?
I'm saying the Lint I knew would have shoved
his Humpty Dumpty butt right off that wall
in the first year.
Do you think I like running a crew
for that cat-worshipping fuck?!
Holy hell, woman, you're evil incarnate.
Start acting like it!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(CREAKING)
Okay.
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.
We have to get off the bus, okay?
There you go. Oh, boy.
Here we go. Here we go.
Okay. You'll be okay.
Okay, you're okay. You're okay.
You're okay. I'm okay.
There we go.
Tick, that's the last of them.
Citizens, look out below!
Letting go of bus in three,
- two... - Wait! Wait, my baby!
He's in the bus!
(♪♪♪)
(BEEPS, BLIPS)
TICK: Arthur, hurry.
Hello?
Baby?
Whoa. Whoa!
Arthur! Time running out.
- I got him. - Whoa.
Oh, oh.
(EXCLAIMS) (BUS CRASHES)
Arthur.
My baby! Thank you.
(CRYING) Thank you!
My baby!
ARTHUR: (STRUGGLING) Tick, I'm okay.
Okay, Tick, that's fine. I'm okay.
(DOG BARKS)
My beautiful baby boy.
What a beautiful child.
Pretty sure that's a dog, Tick.
Right.
MAN: They saved the dog!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
(TICK CHUCKLES)
NEWS ANCHOR: (ON TV) This was the scene today
of an explosion that rocked the Baxter Township Overpass.
Eyewitnesses filmed this remarkable video
of a pair of superheroes who came to the rescue
of a busload of hapless passengers.
Yes, that's right, folks, The City is once again
home to superheroes.
According to bystanders, the heroes call themselves.
The Tick and... Arthur?
♪ What's the difference between ♪
♪ Night and day besides the people ♪
♪ That come and the people who stay ♪
♪ The feeling of love ♪
♪ And the feeling of hate ♪ (DOOR CLOSES)
♪ The big light in the sky ♪
♪ And the darkness of age ♪
♪ So you'll see the lights ♪ (CAR HORN HONKING)
WOMAN: I love you guys!
♪ And you'll hear the parade ♪
♪ So go join their call ♪
♪ Indulge in their praise ♪ Hey.
Ah.
♪ Do it 'cause you love it all ♪
♪ Do it 'cause you love this city ♪
♪ 'Cause you love it all ♪
♪ Do it 'cause you love this city ♪
♪ 'Cause you love it all ♪
♪ Do it 'cause you love this city... ♪
(SCREAMS)
♪ You really must love it all ♪
♪ Do it 'cause you love this city. ♪
NEWS ANCHOR: New superheroes The Tick and Arthur avoided...
- Thank you, Tick. - You're welcome.
ANCHOR: Arthur, the Tick's associate,
went back inside and saved the woman's dog.
TICK: All right.
We're not sure of the breed of the dog...
- Goat. - Hello.
Tinfoil.
Tuwo shinkafa.
(TICK LAUGHS)
Thank you, Ouma.
You saved the dog.
Yeah, I-I saved the dog.
Oh, hey, Kevin.
Mm-hmm.
- (HELMET RINGING) - Um...
Hey, Arthur. Tupac Latifah?
Okay, I'm-I'm getting a call right now,
so I just... can I...
I need to take this. Thank you.
Wait, sorry. Hello?
- Tactics, you unbelievable asshole. - Overkill?
I saw you fluttering around on my TV.
Are you trying to get yourself hung on a mob meat hook?
You called to yell at me.
Yes.
Also, the Urmanian video on your suit.
Dangerboat screwed up the translation.
- I fixed it. - I fixed it!
What did we get wrong?
The suit is part of a weapons system,
but it wasn't designed to fight a foreign element.
It was designed to fight an alien element.
It's a weapon against aliens?
You know any?
'Cause I can only think of one.
Superian. He's from outer space.
The Terror is trying to kill Superian.
We have to do something...
- Arthur? - (CAR DOOR SLAMS, TIRES SCREECH)
Arthur?
Hey, asshole, I'm talking to you.
Oh, he hung up on you?
N... He didn't hang up on me.
Arthur? Where are you, chum?
Arthur's glove. This is a sign.
And I'm pretty sure it's a bad one.
Arthur? Arthur!
Arthur...!
(ARTHUR BREATHING RAPIDLY)
(GASPS)
(CHAIR RATTLES)
Oh, God, oh, God.
Ramses?
Hey, you... you don't have to do this, you know?
I'm the one who kept you from getting tortured, remember?
So why don't we just, uh, discuss this...
like adults?
TERROR: Alexa, play ominous music.
ALEXA: Shuffling a playlist for ominous music.
(SCARY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, my God.
Cliff-hanger!
(ARTHUR SCREAMS)
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