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♪
‐ Hi! We're the Warner Brothers!
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‐ And I'm a mayfly!
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Everyone can make time for just 15 minutes of exercise!
‐ Actually, I don't think I have that kind of time.
‐ Nonsense! Let's kick things off
with some simple jumping jacks! ♪ upbeat music playing ♪
‐ These really target the parts of your body
that you use to do jumping jacks!
‐ No, I'm serious.
Mayflies only live a few hours, and I'm already over the hill. [panting]
‐ Nah. Not over the hill yet!
We've still got a few seconds of mountain climbers left!
[bleating] [grunting]
‐ I don't know what a mountain climber is. I don't even know what a mountain is!
‐ What? Were you born yesterday?
‐ No, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I wasn't born yesterday.
I was born today! My time is very limited,
and I have so much more I wanna do.
‐ I hear you!
‐ Let's work on your quads!
[grunting]
‐ I wanted to have kids. Maybe two,
even 3,000!
‐ Meh, you're not missing much. [grunts]
Let's do some pec flies!
‐ Flies! Finally, something I can do.
[grunts, gasps]
‐ Look at that! You're losing weight already!
[wind blowing]
‐ I've spent my whole life with these strangers,
here at the gym, away from my family...
‐ [laughs] That's right!
The gym really can be a home away from home!
‐ Now, this final exercise is a real killer!
Are you ready?
ALL: May?
[thunder crashes]
♪ somber music playing ♪
[thunder]
‐ I didn't realize she had so many friends.
‐ She touched a lot of lives.
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♪ Meet Pinky and the Brain who want to rule the universe ♪
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[thunder clapping]
♪ Pinky and the Brain theme song playing ♪
‐ Gee, Brain, what do you wanna do tonight?
‐ The same thing we do every night, Pinky.
Try to take over the world!
[thunder clap]
♪
‐ ♪ They're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Yes, Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ One is a genius ♪
♪ The other's insane ♪
♪ They're laboratory mice ♪
♪ Their genes have been spliced ♪
♪ They're dinky, they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪
[alarm blaring]
‐ [sing song]: Brain...
Wakey‐wakey.
I made a mistakey.
[sighs]
‐ What? Where?
Ah!
‐ Whee! [hissing]
‐ Ooh...
Great Godfrey Hounsfield! What's going on? [hissing continues]
Where are we?
‐ Um, ground control to Major Brain.
We're in space! [screams] [hissing increases]
♪
[click] ‐ Phew!
The International Space Station?
But, how did we get here?
Please don't tell me Elon's here, too.
‐ Well, we flew here in a rocket because you wanted to type a code
into that computer over there.
And you wouldn't tell me the code, even though I really wanted to know,
and I told you it was rude to keep secrets!
‐ Hopefully, I told you to stuff a sock in it.
‐ Ha! Yes, you did! Narf!
You also said the code would make an electro‐magenta purse.
Which I thought was a bit strange because magenta is so last summer.
‐ Electro‐magenta purse?
Oh, you must mean electromagnetic pulse.
Why, one of those could turn off all the lights on Earth,
leaving humanity defenseless!
♪
[zapping] [concerned chatter]
[clicking, fizzling] [horns, crashing]
[people screaming]
[zapping]
[smash]
Finally! After years of failure,
I found the perfect plan!
Nothing stands in our way!
‐ Ha, that's right, Brain!
We finally did it!
We taked over the world!
‐ Oh, Pinky. This is the happiest moment of my life.
Once I press this button,
the world is mine!
‐ Well, this calls for a celebration!
Have one of these delicious astronaut ice creams.
I've already had 10.
‐ Pinky, that's a kitchen sponge.
‐ Oh. That explains why I barely had to use the bathroom.
♪
‐ How bittersweet it is to have no memory of my greatest triumph.
‐ Well, I can tell you what happened. [clears throat]
You and I were undercover at a school.
You see, Brain, when you go undercover, you turn into something you're not.
Like when vanilla ice cream is covered with hot fudge,
and becomes chocolate ice cream!
‐ Pinky, that's not at all‐‐ ‐ Don't interrupt me, babe. Where was I?
Oh, right. As I was saying,
you were disguised as a science teacher,
helping a group of students build a rocket, and then‐‐
‐ Careful, Marissa. That's it.
We're in the homestretch now.
It's been weeks of hard work, but I knew when I assembled you,
the school's best and brightest students in this after‐school STEM program,
that nothing could stop us from completing this fully‐functioning scale model
of the Gemini Titan spacecraft.
MARISSA: Great speech, Mr. Brain.
My favorite part was all the exposition.
[laughter]
‐ These little fools have no idea I've just been using them for free labor.
Soon, I will steal this rocket and journey into space!
‐ Have you noticed how often Mr. Brain mutters under his breath?
And also how tiny he is?
‐ At least he's better than the new tiny art teacher.
♪
‐ Oh no, no, no! Don't waste paste, Mason.
Especially when it's this delicious!
[gulping]
[muffled]
[muffled jabbering]
[muffled struggling]
[laughter]
[muffled]: Ah! Well... ha, ha. [bell ringing]
That's all for today, class.
And remember, I want an essay
on how to taste the difference between wood glue
and modeling paste by Monday.
And no extensions!
♪
‐ Oh no! Ah! [grunts]
Come, Pinky.
We must launch in the next few minutes if we want to make our rendezvous.
PINKY: Ooh! A secret rendezvous!
Can it be? Is Brain...
in love at last?
‐ With the space station, you waste of organic molecules.
[grunts]
‐ Ah! So, that's your type, is it?
Worldly with curves in all the right places?
[giggles]
‐ I've designed a computer program to turn the space station into a giant weapon.
To activate the electromagnetic pulse,
all we must do is install it in the computer‐‐ [grunts]
and enter my top secret five‐digit code. [Pinky straining]
And no. I won't be telling you the code.
[sighs] Yes, Pinky, do you have a question?
‐ Not anymore, no.
Is it 00000?
Or 00001?
‐ Pinky, enough! [Pinky grunts]
We must don our suits and travel
where only several hundred lab mice have gone before.
Space!
♪
[groans] PINKY: See, Brain?
You remember all that!
Now, just enter that delicious five‐digit code,
and we'll take over the world!
‐ I don't recall launching the rocket. ‐ I've got an idea.
How about you just shout out the code, and I'll type it in here.
Is it 31415?
[beeping]
27182? [beeping]
24601? [beeping]
[maniacal giggling]
Boy! Isn't it wacky
how you can have 100,000 possible combinations
with a five‐digit code? It's enough to drive someone,
certainly not me, but someone
up the space wall! Gort!
I mean, zort!
[beeping continues] ‐ Hm...
Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
‐ Yes, definitely, Brain.
When you're the emperor of Earth,
we should make organ harvesting sustainable!
Ah, but first, I'd‐‐ I'd love to hear that sweet, sweet code.
‐ In your dreams, impostor!
[both yelling, grunt]
♪
It's all been a ruse!
We never even left the school!
[crack]
Ah!
[crumbling] Blech!
[snap]
♪
[zap]
Julia!
[mechanical whirring]
JULIA [in Pinky voice]: Hello, ex‐husband.
[normal voice]: Remember me?
‐ Yes, obviously. I just said your name.
What have you done with Pinky? ‐ Oh, sweet Pinky.
[laughs] Let's just say,
he's rather occupied.
No, no, no! No, wait! I've got a better one.
Let's just say, he's in
a sticky situation?
[maniacal laughter]
‐ Oh!
♪
‐ [spits] Hi, Brain! Julia's back!
‐ Yes, Pinky. I know.
You took his place.
But, how? ‐ It was simple.
Once I infiltrated Pinky's art class,
I waited until we were alone.
[mechanical whirring]
[whirring]
I used my aesthetic genius to build a perfect replica of his head
from papier mâché!
[clock ticking] The mask took a long time to dry,
but it gave me time to finish the Saturday crossword.
[struggling]
‐ Ooh! Ah! ‐ Bup, bup, bup!
Can you think of a five‐letter word for fool?
I can! Brain!
[whirring]
‐ [grunts] Why go through all this trouble?
This entire ordeal has been incredibly inconvenient for both of us.
‐ Because I deserve to rule the world,
not you. [beep]
♪
‐ Ah!
‐ [giggles] You think you're so smart, Brain.
Which is barely a name, by the way.
But I'm far more clever, more hardworking,
and I only sometimes get into fights on Goodreads.
The only part of Ulysses worth reading is the last chapter,
and everybody knows it! [zapping]
Anyway,
where was I? That's right. Here, in my body,
about to steal your secret code, fly to space,
activate the electromagnetic pulse,
and take over the world for myself.
‐ That's quite a narrative you've assembled, Julia.
Did you attend the Iowa Writers' Workshop?
‐ Actually, I got in.
But I didn't go because I wanted real‐life experience!
‐ Right... [Julia screaming]
‐ Give me the code!
‐ You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead paws.
‐ Don't mind if I fondue. [beep]
[grunting]
[screaming]
[gurgling] Say cheese!
Oh, no! Wait, wait, wait!
I've got a better one! [squeal]
Looks like somebody's got
a queso the Mondays!
[maniacal laughter]
[babbling]
[laughing]
BRAIN: Celebrating a little early, aren't we?
♪ triumphant music playing ♪
JULIA: How did you escape?
[whirring] ‐ With my help!
[cranking] ‐ Whoa! Whoa!
‐ You see, when you glued me to the wall,
you forgot one crucial detail.
I love eating paste.
Ooh! [chomping]
First, I started nibbling it off my left foot.
But then, I found a nice, tasty morsel
under my left‐‐ ‐ Yes!
Yes, we‐‐ we get it, Pinky.
[whirring] Face it, Julia.
Like cooked bread,
you're toast. ‐ [sigh] That's not your best.
‐ How about this?
You're like a wooden table. Finished!
‐ Ooh! I like that.
Worth the wait, worth the wait. ‐ Thank you.
♪ romantic sting ♪
‐ Aw.
♪
[Brain and Julia grunting] No!
[grunting, struggling]
[yelling]
Stop! Stop it! [Brain and Julia yelling]
No fighting!
Ah!
[both yell]
[screaming]
[heavy clattering]
[whimpering]
[slurping]
Brain! Brain! Are you okay?
‐ [woozy]: Thank you, Your Majesty.
Oh my. Is that Yorkshire Gold? I...
I'm a Darjeeling man myself, but I'll...
I'll get a‐‐ Huh? [gasps] [muffled whirring]
[blasting]
♪
‐ I'll be back!
Hasta la vista, baby!
[fizzling]
[explosion]
‐ Hm. Seems the rocket was faulty.
Those kids can kiss their extra credit goodbye.
‐ Egad. I do hope she's okay, Brain.
‐ Of course you do, Pinky, because you are pure of heart.
And more generally lack all higher cognitive function.
[crazy laugh]
‐ It's true. I am fun!
[laughing]
‐ Let us return to the lab and prepare for tomorrow night.
‐ Why, Brain? What are we gonna do tomorrow night?
‐ The same thing we do every night, Pinky.
Try to take over the world!
[grunts]
‐ You may have won this match,
but I‐I have plenty of matches left! Ah! [hawk screeches]
[laughing]
All the matchbooks that I take from fancy restaurants!
'Cause I steal them while the hostess isn't looking!
[screeching]
[screech]
Sure! They're free anyway, but I like the thrill of the hunt!
[laughing]
♪
‐ Oh, hello.
It used to be you never knew exactly
who was watching your commercial.
But modern data mining has changed all that.
[computers whir] The commercials you are about to see
have been selected for you based on your viewing habits,
social media likes, and blood type.
And because these ads are targeted at you and only you,
I think you'll find it impossible not to purchase the following products.
Based on your recent search terms
"how to make friends,"
"bald spot normal"
and "funny things to look at,"
the following ad was tailor‐made just for you.
‐ When I grow up, I wanna be an astronaut.
‐ When I grow up, I wanna be a firefighter.
‐ When I grow up, I wanna work at the DMV.
BOTH: Whoa.
ANNOUNCER: Do you want the real experience of working at the DMV?
Sign‐ups are open for DMV fantasy camp.
Administer tests.
[buzz]
Take people's license photos.
[gasps]
[ding]
Deal with unruly customers.
‐ You're in the wrong line, sir.
This is for processing.
You want applications.
‐ I just came from applications.
‐ Just grab your dad's credit card and call the number on the screen.
Operators are not standing by because they are also in line at the DMV.
‐ Because of your interest in tiny dancers and harmless dinosaurs,
this next ad is perfect for you.
ANNOUNCER: For eons, the tarantula has roamed the Earth,
impervious to our commands.
Until now! [whistle blows]
[video game noises play on TV]
[whistling]
‐ How many legs do your friends have?
Thanks, Tarantula Whist‐‐ [gag]
ANNOUNCER: Tarantula Whistle is a registered trademark of Arachnophilia Industries,
which is a wholly owned subsidiary of Diet Worms, Inc.,
an International Illuminati Concern dedicated
to openly declaring that we are gathering world power.
‐ Since you searched for "Aquaman," "Aquaman sequel,"
and "Jason Momoa beach pics,"
we know you'll rush out to buy this product.
♪
[breathes deeply]
[gags]
‐ ♪ Two times the fishiness, two times the fun ♪
♪ Two types of tuna in Tuna Fresh gum! ♪
[grunts, chewing]
[gags]
‐ It tastes like you ate gas station sushi.
I love it! Let's get married.
‐ Our honeymoon begins! [seagulls cawing]
♪
‐ ♪ It's the two types of tuna in Tuna Fresh gum! ♪
‐ There you have it, folks.
Now, I don't know what you just saw,
but I'm certain it's exactly what you always wanted.
[whistle blows] ‐ Thanks, targeted ads!
♪
‐ ♪ Planet‐eating warlords! ♪
♪ Legion of Grimlox ♪
♪ Conquest of Earth lead by ♪
♪ Dire Commander Starbox ♪
♪ When he finds a planet where beings are rife ♪
♪ We descend and consume all the sentient life ♪
♪ When he sends the signal ♪
♪ We start the invading ♪
♪ Until then, we're waiting, we're waiting ♪
♪ We're waiting! ♪
♪
‐ Um, in the hole in the backyard... [Starbox grunting]
there's like a snake hole.
Tried to get him out of his hole and catch him.
I'd take care of him, [Starbox growls]
and just act like he's a pet.
That's what I'd do. [grumbles]
[grunts] You're gross.
Bath time!
♪
I was holding a snake. [growling]
And I felt something weird. [grunting]
And the snake bit my hand!
If I have a kid,
I'm gonna let her get a mouse. [Starbox grunts]
Or him. Who knows?
Who knows.
Who knows...
All the stuff that goes down the toilet,
when you flush it,
it goes in a whirlpool. Down!
Into a big pipe.
It's very long... [Starbox struggling]
When they try to go back to the ocean... [Starbox laughs]
[Starbox grunts] it goes through tests,
and the water power plant, whatever it's called.
If you get dirty, you have to have
soapy time. Time to wash your body!
♪ Doo do doo! ♪
[Starbox grunting] Neck. Toes.
Head 'cause you don't have hair. [Starbox groaning]
Bunsies, too. Tee‐hee!
All done! [splash]
Oh, I almost forgot. [gasping]
♪ A toilet is gross ♪
♪ But if you keep it clean ♪
♪ Ea‐ea‐ean ♪
♪ It'll be perfect ♪
♪ Only if you clean it every week‐eek‐eek ♪
But, we're not gonna sing about that right now
'cause it's time for the tidal wave.
[struggling]
[splash] [yelling]
[gurgling]
♪
Oh no! There's a storm coming!
[gasping] The lightning strikes everywhere.
I almost fell overboard!
[screaming, grunts] [indistinct singing]
♪
[laughs, grunts]
[singing continues]
[grunting]
[struggling]
[grunting]
♪
[whirring]
[growls]
What's down there? Hey, I got it!
[ship beeping] One time, I was playing Zombie Apocalypse,
[Starbox yelling] and like, Jaden
was, like, sneak‐attacking on me. [gasps, panting]
I was running so fast and crazy that... [groans]
...I tripped on my feet and I fell, [Starbox babbling]
and he bit my leg a bunch of times.
[Starbox wailing]
Bye‐bye. Have fun in the ocean. Huh? [toilet flushes]
[wailing]
Oh no!
[struggling, muffled yell]
[groans]
♪
I got you!
You're gross again. [Starbox grumbles]
But I still love you.
[growls]
Bath time!
♪ Everybody's gonna see you clean ♪
♪ Everybody loves you when you are clean! ♪
[Starbox groaning, struggling] They don't like it when you're dirty. Ha!
♪ Ba‐ba‐bath day ♪
♪ Ba‐ba‐bath day! ♪
[indistinct singing] [growling, yelling]
ALIEN CHORUS: ♪ We're waiting, we're waiting! ♪
♪