[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 *
* Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
* It's written In the stars *
* I'm who I'm gonna be *
* I'm taking on the world This time *
* It's written in the stars *
* Of all that I can be
* I feel the power In my heart *
* It's written in the stars *
[birds tweeting]
[laser blasts]
[panting]
[all grunt]
Take that, and that, and that.
Oh! Aah!
Aah!
Whoo-hoo!
[blows and laughs]
I look good doing this.
You can see that shooting at a swarm doesn't work, right?
And meanwhile, the Space Locusts
are devouring all the chorkle trees
we were sent here to protect.
They keep flying into my mou--
[spits]
[laughs]
That's hilari--
[spits]
I think they're multiplying!
[grunts]
Take cover.
[all panting and grunting]
We have to change tactics. Anyone have a plan?
Let's use our emergency parachutes like nets
and trap them.
No. We'll load up a space bike with bait
and lure them off the planet.
Double no.
We stand our ground and wipe them out.
Less yap-yap, more zap-zap.
All fine plans, but which one should we--
All: Mine!
- [all laugh] - [Khensu groans]
Okay, you overgrown scarab beetles.
Here, buggy, buggy, buggy.
Akila, get out of the way.
Brian: Get out of the way!
[crash]
What are you doing?
We had a plan.
I know, and you're wrecking it.
[grunting]
[all scream]
[crash]
[coughing]
[sighs]
[all grunt]
[all gasp]
Khensu: Everyone back to the ship.
[all grunting and panting]
[groaning]
-[explosion] -[Brian yelps]
[grunting]
Hmm. Ah.
[hacks and spits]
[chuckles]
[exclaims]
[sighs]
This mission was a complete and utter disaster.
I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mr. Negative.
Check it. The locusts are leaving.
Brian: Um...
Only because they've eaten all the chorkle
that we didn't accidentally destroy.
Okay, what is chorkle anyway?
It doesn't sound very appetizing.
Oh, it's 100% inedible.
Chorkle seeds are used to fill baby rattles.
What the what? We risked our lives for baby rattles?
This mission was supposed to demonstrate
the importance of teamwork.
If Administrant Khepra is ever going
to seriously consider my proposal
of making you three an official team, then--
Official team? Us?
Oh, my gosh, this is a dream come true.
We need a team name.
How about the Dream Team?
Right, a little on the nose. Oh, oh, oh.
How about the Theme Team?
Every week we could have a different theme,
like "Winter Wonderland," or "On the Farm,"
or "Under the Sea."
Or "Alpacas." Have you seen an alpaca?
Totes adorable.
This is not a joke.
Octavian has a spy embedded somewhere at PYRAMID.
We have intel he's planning an attack soon,
and you are the target, Cleopatra.
You'll need a team to back you up, and I was hoping--
Don't sweat it, Professor Khensu.
The Theme Team is on the job.
Hmm?
Mm, now that I'm hearing it out loud,
I think we need a better name.
Let's schedule a brainstorm ASAP.
Ooh, how about a team handshake?
Love it.
Uh, how about a team catchphrase?
Oh, totally. And maybe a theme song?
There will be no theme song.
You're no team.
Khepra may split you up forever.
You can't even work together
to protect some chorkle from bugs.
-Extreme Team! -[laser blasts]
[sighs]
Oh, we're not doing that now, gotcha.
Moving on.
Cleo: Do you really think Administrant Khepra would split us up?
Oh, without a doubt.
She once made a team that couldn't work together
eat their own heads.
Wow! Huh!
That is a vivid punishment.
You have no idea.
The sounds they made.
The sounds.
[whimpers]
This is serious.
I don't know how I could survive around here
without you guys, or my head.
We got to team it up, and team it up fast.
Well, well, look who it is.
Lame-opatra.
[all laugh]
Loser!
That's not very nice, Callie.
-"That's not very nice, Callie." -[laughs]
Hey, I don't sound like that. Do I?
-Eh... -[grunts]
Want to hear a hilarious joke
I came up with in my brain just now?
-Not even a little. -What has six legs
and totally blew it on their mission today?
Cleo and her loser friends.
[all laugh]
I don't know where you're getting your info, Callie,
but Khensu thinks we're so awesome,
he wants to make us an official team.
Not likely.
I heard today's mission was a huge failure.
Well, you heard wrong. Right, team?
Right. It wasn't huge.
I mean, it was a thing... and the thing, and...
[laughs nervously]
Brian, help?
It was a gigantic failure!
Colossal.
Seriously?
You guys were supposed to back me up.
[snorts and chortles]
Nice team, Loser-patra.
[all laugh]
How are we supposed to convince Khepra we should be a team
when you can't even support me in one tiny-huge lie?
Sometimes when nervous we no word good.
Him say thing truth talk.
Ugh! Callie's the worst!
I mean, she's obviously Octavian's spy, right?
Khensu, on tab: Cleo, Akila and Brian,
report to the floatball field immediately.
Uh, him sound mad.
[blows whistle]
Fall in line, cadets.
I like the new look, Khensu. What's with the--?
-[blows whistle] -[all gasp]
Clearly you three are too busy
with theme songs and alpacas,
so I'm going to whip you into shape.
Give me some laps.
-[panting] -But Khensu...
[blows whistle]
[groans]
-[panting] -There's too much at stake.
You will be a team, even if it kills you.
Now, pick up the pace.
[blows whistle]
I think the phrase is "even if it kills me."
Do you really want to be correcting me right now?
Probably not.
-[pants and grunts] -Aah!
Look, Khensu, I get it.
We're upset the mission went south
because of Brian's dumb space bike idea too.
What?
Everything was fine
until Akila's ridiculous parachute got in the way.
Well, if Cleo hadn't gone for a joyride on your handlebars,
maybe my plan would have worked.
[overlapping shouting]
Quiet!
This is exactly what I'm talking about.
Now get down and give me 30.
-No! -[all grunt]
What do you mean "no"?
You have to do what I say. I have a whistle.
What if all the training in the world can't help us?
What if we're not cut out to be a team after all?
Cleo... come on.
I'm serious.
We couldn't save the chorkle.
We couldn't even stand up to Callie.
Maybe we need to accept
that we're not supposed to be together.
[sighs]
Administrant Khepra: The girl may have a point, Khensu.
Perhaps it's time you listened.
Administrant Khepra. Wait.
Cleo, what have you done?
Please, wait!
-Listen! -[sighs]
This no good thing now.
So, anyone want to call dibs on eating my head?
Administrant, please. You can't break up the team.
They don't appear to be much of a team to me.
Or to themselves.
I don't understand it.
Akila and Brian are the best cadets we have,
and Cleo is the savior of the galaxy.
Just because you have good ingredients
doesn't mean they'll add up to a delicious meal.
For example, fruitcake.
I'm sorry?
Fruit is delicious, and so is cake.
But put them together and you've got a big plate of yuck.
So, you had visual aids prepared for that?
[sighs]
I don't know what else to do.
I've tried extra training,
surprise drills, practice missions.
You may be driving them too hard.
Mix it up.
Take them on a team-building retreat.
That's a wonderful idea. Thank you.
But Khensu, if you fail...
We'll all be in deep fruitcake?
I was going to say that if Cleo is who you think she is,
this team might be our only hope of defeating Octavian.
But the fruitcake thing works too.
[groans]
Cleo, it wasn't that bad.
[sniffles and sighs]
I basically told Administrant Khepra
that we stink as a team and shouldn't be around each other.
Yeah, well, when you put it that way...
Khensu must be furious with me.
There's my favorite team.
How about we take a break and have some fun?
Uh, first of all, what?
And second, fun isn't exactly your thing.
I'll have you know I attended
Dr. Blork's lecture series on fun.
You can't learn fun.
I have a certificate that says otherwise.
So, who's ready for fun and games at Replicamp?
-Replicamp! -Whoo-hoo!
Ha-ha!
Khensu, why are we doing this?
Because you three are not going to be fruitcake on my watch.
What's wrong with fruitcake?
It's fruit and cake, right?
Electronic voice: Welcome to Replicamp.
You are now entering the Simchamber.
Enjoy.
Brian: Oh, look at that!
Whoa. This is so cool.
[sips]
Mmm.
Guys, you got to try this.
It's...
hmm, what is it exactly?
Fake. Everything you see around you is a hologram.
How can a hologram be so delicious?
The Simchamber uses sensory fields to simulate sight,
touch, taste, smell, pressure and temperature.
It's totally immersive.
I know you are all ready to get started,
so who's ready for some team-building trust exercises?
Me! Me! Me! Me!
Trust exercises?
I thought today was about fun.
There may be a teensy-weensy bit of learning.
Ooh! Fun!
Do none of you get how fun works?
Hmm?
Khensu: The first exercise
is called "Trust Falls."
Cleo: Whoa.
Are we going to dive off that waterfall?
I am sorry I doubted you. That is fun!
No, no. You're going to stand on that platform.
-Then why the waterfall? -I thought it would look cool.
Brian, why don't you go first.
Um, okay.
Khensu: You fall back,
and Cleo and Akila will catch you.
[Brian whimpers]
Come on, Brian. We've got you.
Ugh! Stop being such a Brian and just fall already.
Uh, okay.
Here I go!
Did I do it?
Uh, in your mind...
maybe.
So, got any other fun exercises?
-Whoa! -[both grunt]
[sighs]
Khensu: This exercise is called "Minefield."
You two will direct a blindfolded Akila
from one side of the field to the other,
without her stepping on any of the mines.
Easy peasy... something that rhymes with peasy.
Okay, Akila. Take one step forward.
Now one big step to the left.
My left or your left?
Your left.
Are you sure?
You're not great with directions, Brian.
Remember that time you got lost in your room?
I thought we weren't going to talk about that anymore.
Fine.
You're sure left is right?
-Yes, it's right. -Oh. Right?
Aah!
[coughs]
Ow.
That kind of hurt a little.
[sighs]
For reasons beyond understanding,
the first two exercises were too advanced.
-[all groan] -So let's get back to basics.
If you become stranded,
attracting attention will be essential.
So, as a team, I want you to construct
a crude signal flag to--
-[all shouting] -[gasps]
That's it.
I can't do it anymore.
You three are hopeless. Hopeless!
Khensu, it's okay. We're just--
-[boom, electronic whooshing] -Aah!
What?
[boom, electronic whoosh]
Huh?
-[all scream] -[explosion]
[all cough]
[laughs] Whoa.
Khensu, you really had me going.
A Xerx battle simulation is just what we need.
This isn't part of the simulation.
Sure it isn't part of--
-Aah! -[all scream]
This isn't part of the simulation!
[Octavian laughs]
[all whimpers]
It's... it's...
The name is Octavian.
Emperor Octavian.
[cackles]
[gasps]
Hello, Cleopatra.
And goodbye.
[all scream]
[Octavian laughs]
Okay, team, what's the plan?
I say we run.
Let's reason with Octavian.
Maybe this is just some wacky mix-up.
I say we run.
We need to take Octavian out now.
I say we run!
-Brian, we are not-- -[rubble crumbling]
-Run! -[explosion]
[Octavian cackles]
* Cleopatra
* Come out, come out Wherever you are *
-Here, take this. -Huh?
What am I supposed to do with--?
Ooh.
-Shall we? -Let's.
[laughs]
All right!
Whoo!
Whoa.
[laughs]
[chuckles]
-[grunts] -For the record,
this is the most fun I've had today.
A little less fun, a little more focus.
Right.
Akila: Cleo! Khensu!
The exit is this way.
Cleo, where are you going?
You guys get to safety.
I'm going to end Octavian once and for all.
Brian: No!
[grunts]
[laser blasts]
[ululating]
[laughs]
-[cackles] -Huh?
[grunts]
Cleo!
-Aah! -[gasps]
[gasps]
[chuckles]
The mighty Octavian.
Honestly, I'm a little let down.
That cape just screams "trying too hard."
Oh, poor little Cleo.
Come all this way only to have it end here.
Whoa.
Ha-ha!
Huh?
Come all this way,
only to have it end here--
Come all this way,
only to have it end...
What?
...this way-- Come all this way...
-Cleo, you okay? -He's a hologram.
Brian, this is still a simulation.
[laser blast]
Come on!
Is everyone all right?
I got hit,
but it's not as bad as it should be.
They're holograms.
Octavian, the Xerxes, all of them are holograms.
Someone must have reprogrammed the Simchamber.
And based on this damage,
they've overridden the safety measures.
So even though they're not real, they can hurt us for real?
-Exactly. -[metallic thud]
Uh, that door won't hold them forever.
We got to do something fast.
If we can get to the control room,
we can shut down the central processing unit
and kill the simulation.
If the Xerxes are all holograms,
why can't they just go through the door?
-Cleo: What? -Aah!
Don't you ever get tired of being so smart?
Yes, I do!
-[all panting] -[heavy laser blasts]
[breathing heavily]
Okay, here's the plan.
I lure the Xerxes away from the control room,
and Brian shields me.
Khensu shuts the simulation down
while Akila covers him with this.
Guys, this will work. Trust me.
Yes.
Go, Theme Team!
Ha-ha!
Yeah, no, we definitely need a better name.
Good luck, team.
Cleo, great plan and all,
but I'm a little fuzzy on the "me being your shield" part.
You said that the hologram blasts didn't hurt you
as much as they should.
You'll be fine, probably.
-Probably? -[footsteps clomping]
Cleo: Probably. Showtime.
Hey, metalheads. Over here.
Whoa!
You don't have to make them mad.
Aah!
Not so bad.
-[heavy laser blasts] -Aah!
Take that, you... three-dimensional images
formed by the interference of beams from a laser
or other coherent light source.
Yeah, you tell them, Brian.
[whimpering]
[panting]
Keep them off me until I can shut down the CPU.
On it!
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[yelps]
-[heavy laser blasts] -Ah!
[grunting]
[screams]
[grunting]
[computer beeps]
-[screams] -Brian! Ah!
[Octavian laughs]
I don't think you're going to be able to avoid this one.
[cackles]
[gasps]
[laughs]
So sorry.
It looks like your little hologram party is over.
-How? -Teamwork.
It's kind of our thing.
Soon we will meet for real, Cleopatra.
And I promise you, next time it won't be so easy.
Bye!
Whoa!
Whew.
[laughing]
-Akila: Brian! -Khensu: Cleo!
-Akila: Whoo! -Cleo: Oh, that was fun.
Akila: Just-- Hold on, just put this--
[grunts]
Oh, that's fine.
Don't let that...
-let me just-- -[groans]
Excellent news, Administrant Khepra. Thank you.
Congratulations.
You are officially a team.
Whoo-hoo! Dream Team!
Theme Team.
Some better name.
Keep this up. Need to elevate.
-Elevate. -Quit fussing, Akila.
The nurse says I'll be fine.
You guys, I analyzed the Replicamp CPU.
It was hacked remotely, from right here at PYRAMID.
Which means this was the work of Octavian's spy,
whoever it is.
[groans]
It's obviously Callie.
She may be unpleasant, Cleo,
but that doesn't mean she's the spy.
We need to focus our efforts on finding out for sure.
Well, I'm not worried about it.
No matter what Octavian throws at us, we can handle it,
because we are the best team in the galaxy.
All: Go, team!
[grunts]
Cleo: Ow.