[theme music playing]
- ♪ We're tiny ♪ - ♪ We're toony ♪
♪ We're learning to be looney ♪
♪ And we'll be famous sooney At the college of our dreams ♪
♪ We got our admissions ♪
♪ And forked over tuitions ♪
♪ Fulfilling our ambitions With our faculty esteemed ♪
♪ At Acme Looniversity We'll earn our toon degree ♪
♪ The teaching staff's Been getting laughs ♪
♪ Since 1933 ♪
- ♪ We're classmates ♪ - ♪ And roommates ♪
♪ We paid The out-of-state rates ♪
♪ Let's grab the books and go Class is about to start ♪
♪ They're furry They're funny ♪
♪ We're Babs and Buster Bunny ♪
♪ Their comedy is funny ♪
♪ And the friendship's Guaranteed ♪
♪ Hamton is worried and Sweetie's a tough birdie ♪
♪ And if you're lucky Plucky is the perfect... ♪
Frenemy!
♪ So here's where The greatest toons ♪
♪ All got their humble start ♪
♪ There's quite A lot of history ♪
♪ For teaching looney arts ♪
♪ We're tiny, we're toony We can't wait to be looney ♪
♪ Ring the bell Let's all come in And join the fun ♪
[bell rings]
♪ And now class has begun ♪
[Sweetie] I need those port-side thrusters engaged yesterday
if we want to destroy these space aliens.
Oh, yeah!
[exclaims]
What a ridiculous amount of energy for such a pointless endeavor.
Nearly done signing my new headshots.
You never know
when a throng of needy admirers might find me. [chuckles]
Good morning, Loo Bru!
Ahh!
[chuckles]
Hey, Babs, can you help us with our one-liner final?
You always have a high-energy zinger.
Here's the scenario.
I'm flattened by a falling piano.
My head pops out, thin as a piece of paper,
and I look at the camera, and say...
I've heard of an existence devoid of purpose,
but this is ridiculous.
[gasps]
The melancholy, the indifference.
You're so much less... [grunts] Babs-like.
I just feel like everything is... [sighs]
I love Acme Loo, but I'm homesick.
Oof! This is not good.
I love it here, and I love all my new friends.
But there's no substitute for home.
Hmm...
- [gasps] - [light bulb dings]
I know what'll cheer you up.
The new Acme Loo Course Catalog.
A new and exciting class will remind you
why you came to Acme Loo in the first place.
Oh. Road Runner is teaching the classics.
Beep, beep.
Okay. How about Intro to Vegan Hunting with Elmer Fudd?
[sighs]
Okay, no cabbages.
S.T.A.R.S.
Students travelling across remote space.
Taught by the one and only Marvin the Martian.
This is a chance to fly with the toon who destroyed asteroids.
Took on horrifying space aliens.
You're going to love it, Babs.
We got to take this class.
And leave Earth?
But it's so nice here.
I don't know.
Maybe I should just lay low until my homesickness passes?
Lay low? I'm not going to watch you sulk.
I'm snapping you out of this and signing us up for S.T.A.R.S.
[gasps] Stars? Who will we meet?
Whippet Goldberg, Meryl Stork, Fox J. Michael?
Not stars like celebrities. [giggles]
Stars like space exploration.
Yo, Sweetie, you in?
[Sweetie] Must upgrade warp drive.
Destroy the mothership. Feast on glory.
- Sweetie... - No use.
The new super-addictive Nebula Blasters game just launched.
Nebula Blasters VII: Battle for the Cyberlaser,
Also Brush Your Teeth and Eat Something.
That's a weird title.
They had to name it that for legal reasons.
What do you say, Babs?
What's more exciting than getting to visit your own astrology sign?
You know you wanna.
I guess.
That's nearly the spirit.
- This whole going into space idea makes me, uh-- - Nervous.
How'd you know what I was going to say?
Lucky guess.
I mean, space?
Whew. It's supposed to be the final frontier,
which means there's no other frontiers after it.
Just remember, we're doing this for Babs.
[Plucky] Oh. I can't wait.
Fleayonce.
Dwayne "The Squawk" Johnson.
Chris Chimpsworth.
He's doing that thing where he only hears what he wants to.
Don't be ridiculous.
Of course I can stay for the regatta.
All right, space,
here we... come.
[creaking]
Ew, this ship is so old,
it can't possibly be safe.
[startled cry]
[laughs] Ah, come on.
Ah, this thing's good as new.
- [Hamton] Oh. - Huh?
[sighs]
They say that in space, no one can hear you scream.
Will the danger whistle Mother gave me even work?
Pardon me. Excuse me.
- Pardon me. - [thuds]
Excuse me.
Hmm. Where on earth is my chair?
Oh-ho-ho.
Perfect throne for this little dazzler.
[Marvin] So, you want to learn about space?
From the safety of planet Earth.
[all gasping]
[straining, groans]
Are we sure this is the Marvin the Martian?
He's a hollow husk of his former self.
I can relate.
Um, this might be premature, but...
[whispering] when are we going to space?
Going to space?
No, no, no.
I don't do that anymore.
Not since I was defeated by the Scream farmers
of the Nogoodnik Nebula.
Who are they?
A war-like species who fly ships
powered by the fear of their enemies.
They're infamous for capturing leaders,
destroying ships and leaving no survivors.
Ooh. Hope I never have the pleasure of meeting them.
I thought I could take them on alone,
but had my astro-skirt handed to me.
It was a large blow to my ego.
And I vowed never to show my face in space again.
- So, we're not going to space? - Whoo-hoo!
No space in this class.
Just teaching about space.
It's less stressful, less exciting.
Steadier paycheck.
More boring.
And there's zero chance of being blasted by lasers
and zero chances of blasting lasers.
Okay. Lecture time.
A hull made of alloy steel used to be...
This, for sure, will perk up Babs.
I've heard more exciting speeches from a sea slug.
Okay, okay. We can work with this.
Babs, we're on a real spaceship.
Sure beats the burrow back home, huh?
I see buttons, lots of levers,
cool-shaped windows.
And look at these seats.
They turn all the way around.
Look, Sweetie's into it.
Thumbs hurt so much, can't process outside world.
Ugh. Almost two minutes
and I haven't seen a single star.
Where's Chickolas Cage?
Robert Battinson?
Michael B. Jaguar?
This isn't a class about celebrities.
- It's a class about space. - Why didn't anyone tell me?
You think the Andromeda Galaxy
is going to appreciate this ensemble?
Had I known there'd be no celebs,
I could have worn athleisure.
[Marvin] Settle down, class, settle down,
so we can continue learning about ship hulls
and the great nothingness.
[sighs] Wish I was home reading stories with Mom.
This is a disaster.
Babs looks less excited than the time we helped you
rank your house plants.
That was fun.
Never thought my Philodendron would take number one.
We gotta show Babs something amazing
that she could never see back home.
It's time for something drastic.
But many believe a carbon steel
to be more protective against radiation.
[trumpeting]
There's a song I haven't heard in a long time.
Doesn't it make you want to...
I don't know, do something, like,
finally get revenge against the Scream farmers of the Nogoodnik Nebula?
[chuckles] Oh why, yes, it does.
My war-blood is running a little hotter.
Oh, yeah. I see you out there.
Lassoing an asteroid to get a speed boost,
harnessing the powers of the cosmos
to exert your will upon your enemy.
And, uh, spending quality time with your friends.
To space!
[rumbling]
[Hamton screaming]
Yee-haw!
[screams]
Whoo-hoo!
These Plurgnuds think they've got me cornered?
Yeah, right.
[sighs] Space...
How I've missed you.
I'd wrap my arms around you,
but that's quantum-ly impossible.
- Oh. My atomic reverse radiation blaster. - [energy crackling]
- Double quantum molecular dehumidifier. - [device humming]
And, of course,
the Illudium R-37 Space Randomizer.
Can you believe this has just been sitting here,
half-life-ing while I've been too afraid to come to space?
What do you want to do first, Babs?
Catch shooting stars? Slide down Saturn's rings?
I'd say be sucked into a black hole,
but I'm already there emotionally.
Marvin, what do you say we kick things up a notch?
I want Babs to see something special.
Oh, I don't want that.
Trust me.
Ooh. What's the Randomizer do?
This puppy haphazardly blasts us to a random point
in time and space.
So many bath bombs.
This place is a mess.
Whoo-hoo! Come to papa.
I think it says off the planet, but not off the rack.
I suppose one little randomizing jaunt would be fun.
[whirring]
[all screaming]
- [cow mooing] - The Creamy Way Galaxy.
[roaring]
[screaming]
The Phenomena Galaxy.
Oh, good times.
[screaming]
Welcome to the Nogoodnik Nebula.
[sputters] Did you mention earlier
that this is where the Scream farmers live?
Indeed.
And did you also mention
that they are your sworn enemies?
Indeed!
What exactly are we doing here?
I'm not liking this.
Well, at least, you're not homesick anymore.
Kinda hard, now that I'm preoccupied
with an attack by deadly aliens!
You did this on purpose, Marvin.
No, I did.
[Scream Farmers screaming]
Oh, you can hear screams in space.
[screaming]
Scream farmers of the Nogoodnik Nebula!
Look at their bloodthirsty eyes.
Their talon arms could rip through a rhinoceros
with the precision of a laser.
Okay, refresh my memory.
You said their move is to capture a ship's leader
and take everyone else as prisoner.
Actually, it's capture a ship's leader
and leave no survivors.
Okay, okay.
You see, I forgot the second part.
[screaming]
Oh, peachy.
They released their war drones.
I can practically smell my musky redemption.
[sniffs] Ooh, take it all in.
[explosion]
Um, you shot a few but there's still, like, a thousand more!
Don't worry. Marvin the Martian has got this under control.
Uh-oh.
Uh... Uh-oh?
Aha, you think you've got me cornered?
Ha! I'll show you.
[cackling]
I'm fighting your gravitational device.
It really looks like you're not.
You're no match for my brute strength.
Uh-oh.
Goodness!
[all screaming]
[gulps]
[screams]
Yes! Picked up a Rougark protection point. Nothing can stop me.
[chuckles] How you feeling now, Babs? Having fun?
Any ideas on a next move?
[grunts]
No time for homesickness. My friends are in trouble!
I've got it.
[screams]
Buster, pull yourself back in with this.
[Buster grunts]
[sigh of relief]
Whew. Fast-thinking, Babs.
Oh, they took our teacher
and our leader.
We can't fly a ship.
And how are we going to rescue Marvin?
- And I just-- - [thuds]
Thanks for snapping me out of my terror hole.
I did that 'cause I didn't know what else to do. [laughs]
[gasps]
This is a nightmare!
[both groaning]
We ain't got no time for slap fights,
freakouts or personal spats.
We have to get moving fast!
Or we're gonna be space dust.
Well, we may be slightly under attack,
but I promised Babs an adventure,
and Buster Bunny delivers.
[Hamton and Plucky screaming]
Oh, no! [sputters]
[all groan]
[both scream]
Hehe, all that space and nowhere to hide.
Yes. Push that button.
That lever is useful, yes.
You're not helping.
Good leadership is delegating to your underlings.
Ahh!
If Marvin couldn't beat these things in his prime,
what chance do we have?
Marvin was trying to do it alone.
We got each other.
This Acme Loo crew can do anything we set our minds to.
[Plucky exclaims]
Okay, all we have to do
is destroy these murderous drones,
save Marvin, and steer ourselves away from certain doom. Simple.
Wahhh! Watch out! The drones.
Don't worry, she's talking about the game.
Ah, interesting.
Then it's a coincidence that we are also being attacked by drones!
We're still outnumbered!
The one time I don't give my full, undivided attention to a lecture,
it just so happens to provide life-or-death info.
- If we live, you can see my notes. - Hamton.
You were paying attention.
Did Marvin say anything about increasing the power of our weapons?
No.
But do you remember his lesson about the materials used
to construct spaceships?
- No. - No.
No.
This spaceship is made out of carbon steel,
which reflects radiation.
Hamton, that's genius.
Why, thank you.
It's reflective, so to create an omnidirectional blast,
the ship just needs to fire on itself.
Fire on ourselves?
[sputtering] That's not where I was going with that.
[powering up]
[screaming]
[all cheering]
[Hamton and Plucky screaming]
[Babs] They're flying too randomly.
We need someone with perfect aim to do this.
[Sweetie] Yes, got another one.
And another one. [laughs]
Sweetie, you put down your console
and woman these controls!
I can't, I'm steering the mothership.
Oh, wow.
Wait. Have we been in space this whole time?
- Yes. - You got to start setting timers for breaks.
Sweetie, I need your thumb-eye coordination now
on these blasters.
[laughs]
Yeah.
I came here to eat birdseed and kick butt.
And I'm all out of birdseed.
[exclaiming]
Hamton, I need energy in the thrusters.
Okay, I think I'm doing that.
Plucky, get Sweetie some room on the left flank.
Yes, ma'am.
Buster, grab me some cheesy snackies.
[laughs cunningly]
This is way more fun when it's real.
Minus the imminent impending doom.
Now to rescue Marvin.
For speedy-yet-satisfying rescue missions,
you can wear this. [softly] Fashion.
[cow moos]
[all cheering]
[beeps]
[chittering in alien language]
[screaming]
[beeping]
I've always been the driver, never the passenger.
This is fun!
[all exclaiming]
[both] Bath bomb.
Those were real bombs?
Imagine if I had wanted a relaxing bath?
[screeching despondently]
You did it, Babs.
Way to go, sis.
How can I ever thank you?
Not only did I rediscover my love of adventure,
but I didn't explode in the process.
Are those my clothes?
Maybe no. Yes?
What a day.
Month, year.
Does time even exist up here?
Anyway, Marvin is back in the game.
And how are you feeling?
I'm still kind of homesick, but this was amazing.
Adventures like these are why I came to Acme Loo in the first place.
That's right.
And I realize now that I may have been pushing you too hard.
Sadness isn't always a thing that can be fixed.
I should have just been there for you and listened.
I'll try harder next time.
Thanks, brother.
So, just to be clear, all we had to do was
be there for you?
We didn't have to risk our lives in the dead of space?
Nope. Not at all.
All right, let's head back to Earth.
Well, now that we're up here, I do want to see
what Sweetie can do with this ship.
And maybe see a couple more of Plucky's outfits.
And Marvin, tell me again about the Randomizer.
And Buster, what do you think this does?
Whoo! Yeah!
Can you drop me off at home first?
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