[whistles]
* Some say I'm just a kid *
* But I stand tall Like a pyramid *
* One day I'll be mythic *
* Read about it In hieroglyphics *
* Ah-ee-ah-ah-oh *
* It's written in the stars, I'm who I'm gonna be *
* I'm takin' on the world This time *
* It's written in the stars, I'm all that I can be *
* I feel the power In my heart *
* It's written in the stars *
[video game noises]
[Khensu] Today's training exercise
focuses on the power of observation.
You know I'm always super-observ--
Aah! Uhh! [panting]
My birthday slime! Argh.
[Akila giggles]
As I was saying...
it's important to slow down
and study your surroundings
beforetaking action.
The exercise begins... now!
Hiyah! Come at me! Hyah!
[switch clanks]
[scoffs] I thought there'd be a giant mutant lobster in here
-or something. -Your challenge
is to find what one thing
I have changed in this room.
Lemme guess. You changed
my dirty laundry to clean laundry.
[sniffing]
Ughh! Wrong.
So wrong.
Slow down, Cleo.
Pay attention. Don't be so impulsive.
[exhales] OK.
-[Mihos chittering] -[Cleo] Huh?
Khensu! What did you do to Mihos?!
Nothing! Nothing.
I changed something else. Ignore Mihos.
I can't! Look, he's all itchy!
Yeah. Something is definitely wrong.
What did you do to him?!
I didn't do anything to Mihos!
Look. He's fine.
[squeaks]
Would someone please
burn this off my face with fire?
-[chitters] -Ohh! Poor baby!
I'm taking you to Dr. Queed.
Of course I can help Mihos
with my uncanny veterinary brilliance!
You can?
Ha! I can solve anything!
Well, except the threat of galactic conquest by Octavian.
That's more yourdealio!
Let's see now...
Aaah! He's a giant eyeball!
[stammers] Oh, no, wait. That's me.
Aha! Mihos suffers
from an infestation of microscopic parasites!
[gasps] And it's incurable!
What?! It can't be!
Well, I'm afraid it is.
He'll get sicker and sicker,
he'll scratch and itch and itch and scratch
forever and ever and ever
and ever and ever...
and ever!
[screeching]
Oh, but isn't there something we can do?
There must be a way to kick those parasites' patooties.
[exclaims] Oh! Kick their patooties?
Of course! It's so crazy it just might work!
Or super not work and everyone dies is another possibility.
[energy crackling]
-What is-- -No time to explain!
[all yell]
Oh, wait. There's plenty of time to explain.
What have you done?! You destroyed them!
Relax, fluff-muffin.
It was just a shrink ray. Worrywart.
[Dr. Queed] Let's see. Looking around...
Ah! There they are.
Hello, tiny friends!
[high-pitched[ What did you do, you lunatic?!
I can't hear you because you're tiny,
but I imagine you're saying something like,
"What did you do, you genius?"
[machine whirs]
[Dr. Queed] Hop on.
[all grunting]
Now you're the size of parasites
so you can go kick their paratooties!
Two things.
OK, first, the shrink ray will wear off in two hours,
so don't be sitting on Mihos when it happens
or he might go squishy-squash, OK?
Second, the shrink ray mayhave some minor side effects
on Brian's cyborg body.
Aaah!
Keep that in mind!
Now get down there
and show those parasites who's boss!
[all screaming]
[grunting, groaning]
Ohh.
[whimpering]
Whoa.
-[wristlet chimes] -[Khensu] Are you all right?
Yeah. We're all in one piece.
Well, except Brian, but he's workin' on it.
-[Brian] Over here! [grunts] -[Khensu] Two hours, Cleo.
[Dr. Queed] Beeteedubs, Mihos is getting worse.
If you wanna save him, you gotta do it now.
Tons of pressure, life or death situation.
Have fun!
Ahh.
[grunts]
Aaah!
Aw, gross!
-Is that slime? -Uh-huh.
Classic parasite slime.
Yuck.
Looks like a trail.
Uh-huh. Classic parasite slime trail.
-[bell rings] -[gasping]
Classic parasite... bells?
[bell ringing]
[all gasp]
[clanking]
[parasites chattering]
-Hmm. -Oh-- Cleo!
[clanking, chatter continues]
[gasps]
[chatter]
It's an infestation! Come on, let's wipe 'em out!
Wait! It's not an infestation.
It's more like... a ship.
Look.
[Cleo] So it's an organized infestation.
It's still an infestation!
It looks like they're having a...
[genteel chatter]
Can I have two, love?
Do you have a spot of milk?
...tea party?
Aw! They're so cute!
-And classy, huh? -They're not classy!
They're evil monsters who are making Mihos sick!
But they're clearly civilized.
Maybe we could just ask them to leave
instead of fighting them, eh?
We don't have time.
We have to save Mihos now!
Come on, we can take 'em.
We have the element of surprise!
[whooshing]
-Unh! -Brian!
[slo-mo scream]
[chatter]
[Brian] Aaaah... arggh!
Surprise!
[whimpers]
-[all gasp] -What was that?
Invaders!
[all] To arms!
Guys, set your quasers to "naptime."
[groaning]
[all] For Pemberthwaite!
For Mihos!
[fighting sounds]
Aaah!
Hyahh! Hyahh!
Hyahh!
[parasite] Chaaarge!!!
Hyahh!
[both yell]
Unhh! Ooh ooh!
Unhh! Yahh!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Hahh! Huhh!
Fire!
Hyahh!
Back off, you dirty bugs!
[gasps] Whoa!
A-heh. Ya see,
where we come from...
"dirty bugs" is a term of endearment.
[clock ticking]
[gasps] Only an hour and a half left!
[sneezes]
[parasite] Now presenting...
Her Eminence,
Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III.
[hissing]
[slurps]
Ahh.
You are hereby arrested for invading our precious vessel,
the HMS Pemberthwaite,
which I am told you call... "Mihos"
for some reason.
-[spits] -[gasps]
Because it's his name!
And you're the invaders! You're parasites!
[parasites gasp]
We are Parvites, not parasites.
Granted, the two sound similar,
but I assure you they are unrelated.
Hey-- [muffled cries]
We Parvites have a mutually beneficial relationship
with the HMS Pemberthwaite.
He has been our spaceship for years!
And upon him, we have traveled the cosmos.
In return, we defend him from pests--
space fleas, solar fleas,
regular fleas,
and now... you.
[grunting] Pahh!
Mihos isn't a ship!
He's my pet! And you're making him sick! He's--
[muffled shouting]
Your pet?
[gasps] It's Cleo!
[all gasping]
Mortimer, do not speak out of turn.
I hadn't recognized her at this size,
but that's Cleopatra-- theCleopatra!
And Akila! And Brian! [goofy laughter]
Unh! Unh! [spits]
Ohh! I don't believe my Parvite eyes.
-[Parvites murmuring] -How do you guys know my name?
We have witnessed your-- ahem-- antics
from here on Pemberthwaite.
-You're famous! -Infamous!
You constantly drag Mihos along on your--
-Cool adventures! -Dangerous romps!
A crime of which your friends are guilty as well.
You're my favorite celebrity couple--
Brikila!
[both] Brikila?
Lieutenant Mortimer!
Please contain your inner fanboy!
Sorry, Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III.
These people are destructive pests,
and Cleopatra is the worst, with her aggressive petting.
What's wrong with my petting?!
Mihos loves it as much as my hugging and squishing!
Clearly, your petting is what's making him sick!
For this crime, the punishment is...
life imprisonment.
[all gasp]
-Oh, my! -Tragedy!
Hey, I saved Mihos from a nest of Mole Crabs!
How dare you blame me?!
We have protected Pemberthwaite for years!
We were doing just fine before youcame along.
-[loud rumbling] -[Cleo gasps]
[Cleo] Oh! Mihos must be scratching himself!
Enough jibber-jabber!
Throw these rabble-rousers in the brig!
Aaah!
[all grunting]
-Grrr! -[cell door slams]
And stay there!
I'm still gonna kick all your parasite butts!
You'll see!
Uhhh!
On the bright side, in like an hour
we'll be normal size again
and we'll explode right outta here!
Which might crush Mihos!
Even if we don't, he'll keep getting sicker.
Maybe we can work this out.
It seems like they want the best for Mihos too!
Hey, if you hadn't slowed me down,
we would have surprised those stupid parasites and saved Mihos.
Well, if you weren't so impulsive...
I'm not impulsive! Uhh!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
[whimpering]
[clatter]
-Huh! -Huh!
My arm. My arm.
-[grunting] -[Mortimer] Ahem!
Need a hand?
-Heh-heh. -Ughh!
Also, I brought some tea.
Eh... oh.
Thank you. Mortimer, is it?
I've come with a message.
Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III
will reduce your sentence...
ifyou admit that you are making Pemberthwaite sick.
Not a chance. Wake me up when the Commodore wants to apologize!
Unhh!
[sighs, grunts]
I can't stand seeing Cleo like this.
She's usually so awesome.
Like when you were at the Xerxworks
and she was all like, "Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Aya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Whoo!"
Oh-ho.
It's like I'm there.
The whole crew simply adore your adventures.
Well, except Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III.
She detests Cleo because she's a petter.
A what now?
Someone who pets Mihos.
She lost her leg in a tragic petting accident years ago.
Ohh. That got dark.
Personally, I don't think petters
are to blame for Mihos's illness.
Have you told that to Commodore Winifred?
Hazel-Blurvington III.
You have to say her full name. It's a rule.
And no, I can't speak up to Commodore Winifred Hazel--
[all] Blurvington III.
She'd call it... m-m-mutiny!
We have to talk to her.
Please! Can you help us?
[teapot rattling]
I have given you audience, so speak.
I believe you parasi--
Ahem!
Ahem. --you Parvites
are making Mi-m-m-m-- [grumbling]
Pemberthwaite... sick.
These quakes are him scratching, trying to get rid of you.
Nonsense. Pemberthwaite has never scratched anywhere near us.
If we were a bother to him,
he would have scratched us off already.
Come on.You can't--
Ahem!
My scouts report slime trails
coming from yourfilthy petting.
Slime trails?!
My hands aren't slimy!
OK, they're not super clean, but they're not slimy.
Wait, we saw a slime trail earlier.
No offense, but do Parvites excrete slime?
Ohh! Indeed we do not.
So if you're not slimy,
and we're not slimy,
that means...
[both] Someone elseis slimy!
We've gotta follows those slime trails.
Mortimer.
Ready my hiking truss.
[Akila] You know,
you could apologize.
Apologize? What? She's the one who judged me
without even slowing down and taking time to...
Oh, I've been doing that exact thing.
Yyyyeppers.
[Cleo] Hey there. Um...
I wanted to say I'm sorry, Commodore,
for rushing to conclusions about you and--
Uh-uh-uh. "I'm sorry, Commodore..."
I'm sorry, Commodore Winifred...
Basil Britishton the... number?
Hey, I apologized to you.
Don't you wanna apologize back, maybe?
Arrgh.
[shriek-like sound]
[Brian whimpering]
[crackling]
[Brian] This is Mihos's brain!
Wow. Space ferret anatomy is...
really weird.
Space ferret?
I thought he was a space otter.
I thought he was a space lemur.
-[loud growling] -Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!
Is that supposed to be in a space otter brain?
[growls]
It's the parasite!
[Mortimer screams]
Hyahh!
Aaaah!
[Akila yells]
-[whooshing] -[growling]
[all yelp]
[battle cries]
[grunts]
-[crackling] -[screeches]
[Mihos chittering]
[roars]
Stop! You'll hurt Pemberthwaite!
Tallyhooooo!
[whooshing]
[Commodore screaming]
Ah! Ahh! Ahh!
[Commodore screams]
The worm skin is impenetrable!
Hyahh!
Aaah!
Aaah! Aaah!
Hyahh! Heeyahh!
[growls]
-Uhhh! -[wristlet chirps]
You only have a few minutes left!
Unh! Unh!
-Unhh! -[wristlet chirps]
-[Khensu] Where are you? -Mihos's brain.
What?! If the ray wears off while you're in there,
you'll destroy him.
Get out now!
[growls]
[clanging]
[fighting noises]
-[crackling] -[chittering]
Wait.
[fighting noises]
[Cleo] We can't get the worm out of here....
but maybe Mihos can.
[growling]
When we hit the ground, Mihos reacts.
Hahh!
If we can get him to move enough,
he'll blow the worm right out of here!
Everybody jump!
[all grunting, shouting]
[chitters]
*
[Dr. Queed] Aha-ha! Ha ha ha!
Oh ho ho!
Oh, how adorable!
Cleo! It appears Mihos has gotten a case of the jitterbugs.
Perfect!
Jump!
Ha ha! Aha!
Jump!
[chitters]
*
One of these nerves has to work! [grunts]
[all yelling]
Keep trying!
*
Jump!
[growls]
One more time!
[all] Jump!
[all grunting]
Wahhhhh!
[screeching]
[worm roaring]
Whoaaaa! Hahh!
Hey! You saved me!
Any friend of Pemberthwaite's
is a friend of mine.
[muted roaring]
[Mortimer] And Cleo was all, "Pew! Pew! Pew!"
And-- And Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III
was all, "Tallyhoooo!"
[wristlet beeps]
[electronic voice] Thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds to go. Time for goodbyes.
[affectionate grunting]
I can't believe I ever called you guys parasites.
Especially after seeing that realparasite.
And I'm truly sorry,
Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III,
for all my petting.
Thank you, Cleopatra.
And I'm sorry I judged you too quickly.
-[beeping] -Eleven, ten...
Let's go, guys!
[all panting]
[beeping]
Jump!
[all] Aaaaahhhhh!
[all groan]
[sighs]
-[chitters happily] -Oh!
Mihos, you're OK!
Oh! [baby talk]
Oh, sorry, Commodore Winifred Hazel-Blurvington III.
Thank goodness you're back in one piece.
Dr. Queed should examine you all just in case.
Dr. Queed?
Where did he go?
Ha! I'ma went shrinky-winky onto Khensu!
Coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy!
Hee hee! Coochy-coochy-coo!
Oh, well. Who knows what that crazy crackpot gets up to.
-[mini-Dr. Queed laughing] -Oh my.
Oh! Ooh! Ow!
-Oh! Aah! Oh! -[Cleo laughs
[Brian] This is my new favorite moment ever.
[music playing]