(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
♪ Aah, aah, aah, aah, ohh
♪ It's written in the stars
♪ I'm who I'm going to be
♪ I'm taking on the world
♪ It's time
♪ It's written in the stars Aah, aah, that I can be
♪ I feel the power in my heart
♪ It's written in the stars. ♪
KHENSU: Alright, Cleo.
This is your first solo mission,
so I'm sure you went over your briefing doc in detail.
Uh, there was a briefing doc?
Eugh! Cleo!
I've been busy!
Doing what?
Buying bracelets.
(CHUCKLES) Are they cool or what? Cleo!
It's fine. You can fill me in as I go.
You're retrieving a book - something called FaceEating Charley.
The planet is Vuflog.
Its inhabitants resemble butterflies,
and they speak a musical language
your neural net won't be able to translate.
They also... Yeah, yeah.
Beautiful musical butterflies. Neat. Got it.
(SIGHS) Did you at least charge your quaser?
Mostly. Cle...!
I think I can handle a bunch of butterflies.
Whoo-hoo!
Ick.
I feel like this planet doesn't get a lot of tourism.
Whoa! Ah!
Right, so, the book is this way.
Argh!
(CROAKING)
Aw, gross butterflies, man!
A "musical language"?
A clogged drain makes better music than that.
Hey! Eugh, it stinks!
Whoa!
Ah!
I don't want to hurt you guys.
Ah!
What's the lowest setting on this thing?
Um, uh...
Pillow?
OK.
Oh! (LAUGHS)
Sorry, gross bug guys.
(CROAKS)
OK.
The book should be over...
(LOUD CROAKING) Oh...
(CHUCKLES) Of course.
I have to go in the nastiest place in the galaxy. Of course.
Whoo! (LAUGHS)
You want some of this? (QUASER POWERS DOWN)
(GASPS) Argh! Out of charge.
Ah!
(GRUNTS)
Uh, shoo! No, go away! Get out of here!
Hey, he likes shiny things.
You want it? Huh? Yeah?
You want it? Huh?
Yes!
Here you go.
Ooh! Shiny! I got one for you too.
They're not just butterflies. They're UGLY butterflies.
H'yah!
The book should be right...
(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
Well, this is my new favourite day ever.
(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
OK. What's plan C?
(GUTTURAL GROWLING) Um...
(IMITATES CROAKING OF BUTTERFLIES)
(CROAKS)
(CROAKS AND LAUGHS)
Oh, my gosh! I think we're buddies now.
Hey, buddy.
OK, so, I was wondering, could I have that book?
(CROAKS)
Ha! Thanks, lady. Up high.
I'll visit sometime.
I want to party with you, baby.
(SNEEZES)
♪ I am the be-est I am the be-est. ♪
KHENSU: Cleo!
We've just learned there was
an outbreak of Vuflogian flu on that planet.
You need to report to medical at once to be quarantined.
Pff. Ha!
I feel fine.
This is serious.
I'm not doing any quaran-thingy.
What is that, anyway?
Ha-ha! Bye!
I don't even have a sniffle.
It's fine.
See ya! Cleo!
(LAUGHS)
I'm sure this is all totally fine.
(COUGHING) This is not all totally fine.
(COUGHING AND SNEEZING)
(SNEEZES)
(NASALLY) I told you to go to quarantine.
Why don't you ever listen?
I'm sorry, what?
This is all because of YOU.
(SNEEZES) Aw, kitty sneeze.
Cleo.
How could I have gotten everyone sick?
I'm not sick.
Apparently, you're a carrier.
You spread the disease but you don't catch it yourself.
(COUGHING) Hey, snakehead. Argh!
Do I have something on my face?
What the heck is that?
One of the symptoms of Vuflogian flu.
In humans it causes temporary tentacle growth.
Hey, guys. Can anyone else smell the future?
Man, there are a lot of little giraffes around today.
But why are they singing so much?
Um, what's going on with Brian?
His cyborg body isn't affected by the flu,
but the brain tentacles are making him hallucinate.
♪ We're giraffes Little baby giraffes... ♪
Ugh, I feel so...
Wah! Ah!
(SIGHS)
Wah! Ah!
Eugh! Oh!
It's projectile crying.
This flu affects every species differently.
Wah!
The cardiovascular system of the Beta Synchronites is...
Achoo! Oh... Achoo! Achoo!
Ooh! (SNIFFS)
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! (ALL SNEEZING)
(GIGGLES)
Achoo!
Whoa! Ahh!
Somebody throw me a rope.
Achoo! (ELECTRICITY BUZZES)
Watch it, buzz cloud!
Sorry, brah. I just... Achoo! (ELECTRICITY BUZZES)
(SNARLS)
Fortunately, for cats the flu is like a rather mild cold.
(SNEEZES) Well, that's good.
In the first stage.
The second stage is the same for everyone.
Extreme aggression.
Oh...
What're you lookin' at, huh? What're you lookin' at?!
Sorry. All these giraffe babies are getting on my nerves.
Stupid giraffes!
I ought to pound you!
Everyone here will gradually
turn into uncontrollable rage-zombies
compelled to fight - including me.
So, that's the second stage? (COUGHS)
Is there a third stage?
No. Phew! Well, that's...
Because no-one survives the second stage.
Unless we do something,
everyone in the Academy is going to die.
We have to find Dr Queed.
He's the only one who might be able to cure this.
Is he a friend of yours?
Hardly.
He's brilliant, but eccentric doesn't begin to cover it.
He's just plain nuts.
Dr Queed was PYRAMID's head of biosciences.
Unbelievably gifted.
He designed Brian's synthetic body,
and the rest of our scientists still can't figure out how it works.
(SNEEZES) Why did he leave?
He was kicked out.
No-one could stand working with him.
He's insane.
And more than that,
he's...just a colossal pain in the butt.
Did you charge your quaser? It's fine.
You said he's on some uninhabited ice planet?
Yes, he's been doing research there.
Cleo... (SNEEZES) ..did you charge your quaser?
Don't worry about it. It's at, like, 80%.
You can literally charge it with any energy source.
Why don't you...? Would you get off my back? It's fine!
(THUNDER CRASHES)
(GASPS)
Keep it steady!
We're going down!
Ah!
Oh, man.
Even with the thermosuits, this is cold!
(THUNDER CRASHES) Argh!
We're up too high.
On this planet,
anything above about 20 feet gets hit by lightning.
(SNEEZES)
Are you OK? No!
I have the Vuflogian flu and I'm on an ice planet.
Because of you!
(THUNDER CRASHES) Ah!
It's not my fault. I mean, not completely.
You keep expecting me to understand all your weird future stuff.
I don't even know what 'quarantine' is.
Is it a mineral? Is it a dance?
Some kind of pastry? It's not my...
(THUNDER CRASHES) Ah!
We're close.
Dr Queed's lab is...there.
OK. But how are we going to get down to...
(THUNDER CRASHES) Whoa!
(BOTH SCREAM)
See? I told you this thing had plenty of charge.
Ah!
Ah...ah...achoo!
I'm not far from stage two.
Rage-zombie. Well, that should be fun.
You might have to knock me out.
I'll try not to enjoy it. Come on.
We're going to make it. It's fine.
(MONSTER ROARS)
Ah!
Oh...
I got to stop saying stuff is fine. Uh-huh, yeah.
It's never fine.
You said your quaser was 80% charged!
Argh!
And YOU said this planet was uninhabited!
(ROARS)
(SNARLS)
(GROWLS)
(SNARLS) Wait, any energy source, right?
(SNARLS)
Argh!
Cleo! (GRUNTS)
What are you doing? Trust me.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZES)
Ha-ha!
Ow! Ow! Hot! Hot!
Ow! Ah!
(ROARS)
H'yah! Whoo!
Ah! Ahh!
Ah...
There you go. It's... Please don't say it's fine.
And next time, charge your quaser!
100%!
OK. Calm down there, buddy.
We've got to get to that doctor before you go full rage-zombie on me.
That would be good!
Khensu, you old mule slapper!
You old melon baby!
You old pair of soggy gloves!
Hello, Queed.
You old...
..burnt length of...
..bridge timber!
Stop that. (GASPS)
And this must be Cleopatra.
Uh, how did you know that?
I know a lot of things, toots.
Because of my...
(DRAMATICALLY) ..uncanny scientific brilliance!
What are you, uh, working on here?
A pill to cure procrastination. How's it coming?
Eh, I'll start working on it tomorrow.
I've been having too much fun creating giant ice spiders.
YOU made that?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, BORING.
Tell me, why are you here?
Everyone at the Academy is sick, and...
And you want me to cure them with my...
(DRAMATICALLY) ..uncanny scientific brilliance!
Ha-ha.
So, you threw me out of PYRAMID,
and now that you need me,
you come crawling back like elephants.
Well, I won't help you.
You don't deserve my...
(DRAMATICALLY) ..uncanny scientific brilliance!
Um...
OK. We were hoping you could cure everyone.
But if you can't do it...
But... What?! Can't do it?
CANT DO IT?!
I can do anything. I can BE anything.
Observe.
(HUMS)
I am a chandelier. Ha!
Can you do that? Can you be a chandelier?
No, you can't!
Comin' down.
I can cure ANY sickness, and I'll prove it.
Just tell me what it is. Vuflogian flu.
Ooh!
The one with all the weird symptoms and the aggression stage?
Ooh! That's one of my favourite diseases.
And he looks pretty far gone.
He's going to start tearing us apart any second.
(ANGRILY) You're darned right I am!
(SNARLS)
OK, hang on.
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY TO HIMSELF) Come on. No, no, no, no.
(RUBBER DUCKY SQUEAKS) Who put that here? No.
Ha-ha! Betafraxin-6.
This should cure you.
Or make you explode. Hard to say, really.
It's untested, so it's WAY too dangerous to try.
We'll have to do some trials, some research, see if it...
(SNARLS) Ow!
(GROWLS)
(SNARLS) Ah!
(GROWLS) Ah!
Khensu, no!
Well, I guess we're in the testing phase now.
No!
Uh, Khensu?
(COUGHS)
(SIGHS)
Did I explode?
No, if you had exploded, I'd be holding a mop right now.
It worked. Of course, it did.
Because of my... (DRAMATICALLY) ..uncanny...
Scientific brilliance. Yeah, right. OK, we got it.
Of course, just because you cured Khensu
doesn't mean you can cure everyone else.
Of course I can.
And I'll prove it.
I'll make a big batch of betafraxin-6
and we'll go to the Academy.
To the thing I make big batches of betafraxin-6 with!
Wow. He is really easy to manipulate.
What in the galaxy is that?
Head-mounted dart gun.
(GRUMBLES)
I have two more for you guys.
I had them full of tranquilizers for when the ice spiders got frisky.
Now they're loaded with enough betafraxin-6
to cure the whole Academy.
It's got its own targeting system and everything.
Pretty sweet, huh?
Oh, it's awesome.
Uncanny scientific brilliance!
That is actually pretty fun to say.
CLEO AND QUEED: Uncanny scientific brilliance!
(KHENSU GRUMBLES)
(ANGRY YELLING AND SCREAMING)
Eugh, rage-zombies. I hate rage-zombies.
How do you know?
Uh, because they're called rage-zombies.
(ALL ANGRILY SHOUTING)
Let's kick this flu's butt.
(ALL ANGRILY SHOUTING)
Go, go, go!
(ULULATES) Ah, yeah!
Ha-ha! There you go! Whoo!
Hmm.
Uncanny scientific brilliance!
Argh!
(GASPS)
Ahh!
(WHIMPERS)
Argh! (THUD!)
Ha! Take that, Callie.
Oh, I hate to say it, but this is, like, the funnest thing ever.
Hi, Akila.
(GROWLS ANGRILY)
Good talk. OK, sorry. I got to dart you.
Wah!
(GASPS) Wow.
(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS)
On him, the red eyes look kind of good.
(SIGHS)
Ah!
I feel like that must be almost everyone.
(GROWLING) We have a problem.
This is amazing.
I made Brian's body so well the darts can't penetrate it.
Oh, yeah. It's great.
We have to get the betafraxin-6 directly to his brain.
Argh!
Phew!
(SNARLS) (SCREAMS)
We need to find a way to cut his power supply.
Cut his power.
I can suck the energy out of him. Like I did before.
Come on, energy.
Come to mama.
Ah!
It's not working!
Cleo, remember, it only happened when you felt homesick.
Right.
Think about home. Think about my friends.
Think about...my dad.
(SOBS)
I miss you, Dad.
Cleo!
Argh! Get him off of me! (GRUNTS)
This feeds directly to his brain.
He'll be fine as soon as his backup power comes on.
Snakes!
Well... (CHUCKLES)
..this has been a fun day.
Look at this mess.
You have NOT been doing your required maintenance.
Is this a peanut?
So that's where that went.
I'm so sorry, you guys.
This whole thing was my fault.
No.
I shouldn't have assumed you'd understand the importance
of going to quarantine.
You're new to this world,
and I have to help you to learn about it.
Yeah, but...
..it wouldn't hurt if I'd listen to you once in a while.
Agreed.
And, hey, I managed to use my pink glow thing
to do something good.
Ah, yes. The visplication.
The what now?
Visplication.
I recognised it right away.
Visplication. Force-folding.
You can absorb energy and fold it into a different cross-section
of the omniverse.
You totally sound like Brian right now.
It means you, my dear, are a storage battery.
But how is that possible?
Someone or something must have made you this way.
And I assume it was done for a purpose.
Maybe - just throwing out a guess here -
they want to use you to power a...coffee maker?
Is that come in my head?
That just came in my head.
You're a weird guy, Dr Queed.
I know.
Incidentally, if you ever learn to access all of that energy,
you could be the most powerful being in existence.
(GASPS)
Or you could explode.
Hard to say, really.
I feel...
Ugh, I feel... Ah... Ah...
She's going to explode! Achoo!
(NASALLY) I feel like I'm getting a cold.
Oh, quarantine stinks!
Does anyone have a charger?