Oh, my stomach hurts.
I feel like I got gas or something.
No! No!
This ain't gas!
W-W-What's happening to me?!
Who wants to party?!
Carl looks like he needs a hug.
Meatwad, that's not Carl.
It's John Carpenter's "The Thingamajig."
And if you hug it, it will hug you back until you are dead.
Commence self-destruct mode in T-minus 30 seconds.
Get in your suits! Hurry! But, Shake,
what about you? Just get your ass in that Escape Cup.
I'm never gonna get laid again!
I don't need no instructions to know how to ride!
Look at my freaking body!
I brought enough lasers for everybody.
Oh, that don't matter.
None of this matters.
Yeah! Aah!
Come here!
Ahh! Damn it! He's got me.
Lay off the French fries, Fat Stuff!
What, ya -- What, ya steppin' to me?
I know you wasn't talking to me.
Let's do this! Yeah!
Maybe you need to lose some weight, Carl...
in the head region.
Where did Carl go?
And all his -- Were those his cousins?
Carl was never an official Aqua Teen,
just a try-hard wannabe.
But us, we're O.G. Aqua Teen Forever.
Shake's right, Meatwad. We stick together always.
Buckle up, gang. T-minus 20 seconds.
But there's only room for two in here.
20...19...
This was always a one-way trip for me. ...18, 17...
Shake, no! We can fit you in the cupholder. ...16, 15...
I thought we was gonna be together. ...14, 13...
Aqua Teen Forever.
Nothing lasts forever. ...12, 11...
Initiate the launch.
Sayonara, guys. Say hi to Earth for me. ...10, 9, 8...
We'll never forget you, Shake. ...7...
And when you get down there, tell my wife I love her. ...6, 5...
Okay, man. We gotta go. Push the launch button, please. ...4, 3...
And I want you to give that big blue marble... ...2...
...a little kiss for me. ...1...
Push the damn button or --
And now I'm homeless.
Can you believe how this country treats our space heroes?
So you survived when the ship self-destructed?
I'm standing here, aren't I?
What part of time travel do you not understand?
Where's the rest of your Aqua Teens?
I said they're dead,
even though I did fight valiantly to save them.
That's how heroic I am.
Saving dicks who don't even appreciate me.
They exist only on this tattoo,
which I'm getting changed to say "Aqua Teen Never"
because that's cheaper than getting it removed.
Why Aqua Teen?
You seem way older than a teenage --
I'm well into my late 40s.
What is this? A press conference?
No more questions about the Aqua Teens!
♪ You could get a Meatwad ♪
♪ Chief get knocked, you got a beef, hope you rethought ♪
♪ Frylock cocked the Glock, if you wanna see God ♪
♪ Master Shake gonna make you meet your maker quickly ♪
♪ Drop a hot Carl on that couch ♪
♪ It's our city ♪
♪ Forced a committee to keep it lit ♪
♪ She ate my Glizzy in the busy
like it was dinner from Denny's ♪
♪ Hold the hoopla, I'm the Grand Poobah ♪
♪ Acknowledge my presence, you been to see God ♪
♪ Aqua Teen Hunger Force crew get money ♪
♪ Get, get money ♪
♪ Get, g-get money ♪
♪ Aqua Teen Hunger Force think shit's funny ♪
♪ Get, get money ♪
♪ Get, g-get money ♪
♪ Lookin' like an igloo, it's about that time ♪
♪ I'm a hot dog, hot shot,
hell of a shot, pop-pop ♪
♪ Block to the Fry for the win ♪
♪ Float above you like the wind ♪
♪ Just watch, opps crawling away again ♪
♪ Again, they fall ♪ ♪ Again, they crawl ♪
We doing it right here! ♪ Again, we ball ♪
♪ Shake, Fry, and me against the wall ♪
♪ Murders call ♪ ♪ I'm out from the school...♪
Oh, no!
You're three minutes in, and the Mooninites
have already hijacked your movie.
And if you ever want to see your movie alive again, bitch,
you will text ERRIZDAMAN to ERRULZ (377859).
Errulz? What gibberish is this?
It's my agenda. It's not even spelled right.
Err does rule. You didn't think to ask me
before you made "ERRULZ" our ransom text line?
Man, I must have been so drunk when I did it.
Text "ERRIZDAMAN" -- one word -- and then check your phone.
Whoops! And now we've hijacked your phone.
Ha ha ha! That's right.
We dominate both your screens.
We are everywhere at once!
The Mooninites control all your wireless devices,
including your remote control... Don't touch it.
...which we control remotely... I said, don't touch it!
...with a separate remote control.
We're digital. And we have one more digit for you.
Drop to your knees and feast upon it.
'Cause this is your food. Let it nourish you.
What else can we say to offend, Err?
I don't know, man. Kind of running out of stuff.
We're going to come up with some other wicked barbs
to berate you with, but until then,
choke on your pathetic excuse for entertainment.
You just wasted $3.
No, it's $19.99. What? For this?
Robbery! No, this is nothing
but a pathetic cash grab.
Theaters rejected it.
Yah! Whoo! Yah!
Whoa, Billy! Whoa, Jenny! Whoa, Bobby!
Turn right, Lucy.
Turn right, Billy. Turn right, Other Bobby.
Okay, don't everybody love on me at once.
Meatwad, we don't need any more dogs.
Ouch, Billy. Ouch, Bobby.
Ouch, Other Bobby. Now, that hurts.
We're running out of space.
And judging by some of these tags,
did you steal these dogs from dog owners?
I just love me some dogs.
My emotions run very high when I see them.
And, well, it often clouds my judgment.
Yeah, they love you, too, but in a different way.
Ow! Down, boy!
I'm getting in good shape working here.
I lost 20 pounds just last week.
Ouch! Down!
Liz, you should go home and take a load off.
Give them dogs a rest.
I'm talking about your feetsies, now.
You lock up every night, Meatwad.
I feel bad asking this, but you're not living here, are you?
No! Lord, no. Oh, good.
This is an animal shelter, Liz.
I'm a man. Come on, now.
Here are the keys.
Oh! I feel so guilty making you lock up again.
Guilty enough that, uh, maybe I crash with you for a few weeks
at your apartment, with the food and all?
No, no.
Not that kind of guilt.
The kind of guilt where you say it but you don't mean it
or feel it.
Why do you ask?
No reason whatsoever.
I got me a big house to live in.
Two cool roommates, too. You've seen my tattoo.
Aqua Teen Forever, baby.
Frylock, Master Shake.
These here are my homeboys.
Listen to me prattle on.
See ya later.
We got goblins? Huge ones. You haven't heard them?
Shake, ain't no goddamn goblins in here, man.
And now you curse in front of him.
Is it any wonder why Meatwad's so up?
You ass asshole.
Ugh.
"Dongle."
Where's my computer? I sold it.
Had to buy the Halloween costumes.
Boo. I'm Macaroni Man.
Okay, his is not the good one.
I had the cure for cancer on that hard drive, Shake.
But when I win, we use the money to buy your computer back.
'Course, I got to split the winnings with these other guys.
Yeah. Nice!
Big man.
Unh-unh, unh-unh.
Meatwad, let go.
But who's gonna feed me and help me say my prayers
and tuck me in at night?
You got to let go of me, please.
Frylock, you're not leaving.
I'm the leader and I'm telling you,
you're not going anywhere.
Yeah, walk it off.
You'll be back... by -- by the end of the month
to pay the bills, right?
Or I'll get evicted, and -- and that is not happening, son!
You think he heard any of that?
Boo! Macaroni Man.
Still can't believe you won that contest.
Next stop, Amazin' headquarters,
your one shop for online shopping.
When you go to work here, you'll say, "It's Amazin'."
I soldered all those motherboards,
installed all the spyware.
Tickets are all clear. Already?
Damn, dude! Hey, we get paid by the hour.
You've got to move slower.
They'll expect all of us to be that fast.
Ooh! New ticket.
"Mouse needs new batteries"?
Oh, man. There you go.
Go crush that one, superstar.
It's up in the Llama Dolly?
I've never been in there.
Worked here eight years, never set foot in the Llama Dolly.
They say it's a functional spaceship
and everyone who built it had their minds erased.
The elevator only has one button -- up.
No one comes down. No one.
You heard of Neil? He lives in there.
Llama Dolly?
Why don't they just call it the Dalai Lama?
She-shay-shush! Never call it that.
He named it that because he did not want to insult
his best friend, His Holiness.
He's friends with the Dalai Lama?
Don't say that! There's microphones everywhere.
And whatever you do, don't say anything about his, you know.
About his what?
There's a rumor we, of course, do not believe --
right? -- that he's 4 inches tall.
You sure you're up for this, Phoenix?
I lived with an asshole for 15 years, man.
I think I can handle Neil.
Oh! We didn't say he was an asshole,
just that he's small and he lives in
a spaceship disguised as an animal.
Geez, some hang-ups there, Phoenix.
Is that a really real name? Phoenix?
Like the bird that arose from the ashes?
No, like the capital of Arizona. What do you think?
Okay, okay.
Everyone give Phoenix some space,
'cause that's definitely his real name.
Dude, for what it's worth, I do think it's a cool name.
Warriors!
Come out and play-ay!
That's right.
I'm the Bloods and the Crips all in one can.
Boo! Ah, damn it!
Where'd you come from? The roof.
I thought you vampires got to be invited in.
Not when you own the place.
Who invited you in? It's condemned.
I-I come in here to chase off, uh,
rival street gangs. Oh.
They just spray-painted this and run off.
"Animal magnetizm."
"Scorpians ruuulez" spelled wrong.
I guess kids today still like
quality East German metal from the '80s.
But this house is an eyesore, Markula.
It's dragging down my property values.
Tell you what. I'm gonna make you a generous offer,
take this off your hands.
So you can flip it? I wasn't born yesterday.
I was born 40,000 years ago.
Okay. All right. You got me. I'm old now, too.
Slap a coat of paint on this, and you're gonna be
so friggin' rich, dude.
Amazin's gobbling up everything in the neighborhood.
Yes! Yeah, boy!
Yeeeeah!
B-B-Boy-boy-boy-ba-boy!
You remember them food freaks living there? Oh, yes.
So many times I was like, "I'm out. I'm done.
And I rented to them just to annoy you.
All that time being pissed off.
That's why I'm bald -- not genetics, the anger.
Hanging out with them, it took years off my life.
So did the asbestos, probably.
I never took it out like the city told me.
Living here is finally gonna to pay off, brother.
For once in my life, happiness. Hooray!
True, genuine happiness!
Come on, baby. Stretch it harder, Neil.
Ooh, you're growing taller. I can see it.
I can see you growing. It's miraculous.
Come on, crank it up, Neil. Elongate yourself, Neil.
Come on, we're in that homestretch.
Get it? 'Cause we're stretching.
Hello? Someone call about mouse batteries?
Quick, grab that pen and tape measure
and meet me at the doorframe, quickly, quickly, now!
I'm doing it. I'm doing it. Mark it.
Mark it before I shrink.
Uh, you want me to put a date? Yeah.
It's pretty much the same as last month and the month before.
Impossible. Let me see.
You marked from the crown of my head?
Yeah. I knew it wasn't working, Elmer!
Blip-Blop, new doorframe now.
You, fix this machine. It's not working.
That's why I called you. Not mouse batteries. Okay?
I'm not an idiot. Would an idiot be able to build this company?
This is what a smart person does.
Now I definitely can't fix it.
Do not speak a word about this.
Blip-Blop, pull up an NDA. Here, sign this.
You will go to jail if you say anything about my size,
which is perfect for a man of my height.
You're not that small. I mean, I was told you were --
4 inches tall?
Elon Musk spread that rumor.
He's nothing but a battery pimp
who likes to have sex with his batteries.
Tell that to everyone you know. Let's get that going.
Blip-Blop, new machine now.
Do not drop it. Do not drop it.
D'oh! Hum! Find my center.
Hum! Breathe into my body, out, release.
Hum!
Okay. Ha ha. Sorry. It's been a rough morning.
I'm usually way taller than this. I'm Neil.
Phoenix. You ain't gonna get taller
strapping yourself to a rack.
But you could clone yourself and splice the DNA
with a taller protein.
Like steak? No, I'm vegan. I don't eat steak.
Are you aware that the beef industry is responsible for
over 30% if carbon dioxide in the atmosphere?
Or is it carbon monoxide? Blip-Blop, which is the bad one?
No, not at all like steak. Oh. Great.
I mean, of course, it's a very complicated process.
To clone me? Sure. But two Neils. I like it.
Do it, now. Blip-Blop, make him do it now.
Sorry. I don't understand.
Aah! DNA. You were talking.
I rudely interrupted. Go!
Look, it's risky. I've done it before,
but I've never quite got the sequencing right...
Sequencing right. Sequencing right.
Whoa! Damn! It worked. Yes!
Ignore me now, women. Toss me the rock.
Wait a minute. I'm the ball?
What you say goes unheard.
Why didn't everybody just buy a ball?
I call upon the power of Grayskull... Don't do this.
...to dunk on Meatwad's ass. Please don't do this.
Vanilla Wonder! Oh, this sucks.
Aah! Oh!
Shit, man, I got the splice wrong.
Whoa! Look at your leg, dude.
That is graphic and funny.
Foul! Charging on Carl!
Huge, huge side effects.
I need more research, more experiments.
But, in theory, it should work.
Well, maybe we can make that happen.
You down in I.T., rotting away?
Been there a few months, been crushing it, if I say so myself.
Well, now you're up here with me,
making me taller.
Let me show you the operation.
This is it, the Llama Dolly.
The Llama-dama-ding-dong!
It's my bitching house and nothing more,
regardless of what anyone or Elon Musk says.
Well, you know, down in I.T., they said it might be, uh...
...you know...
spaceship. Spaceship? That's a boldface lie.
Who told you that? What are their names?
Oh, I don't remember. I just heard it around the coffee machine.
Well, that could narrow it down, because not everybody drinks coffee.
Blip-Blop, establish cross-referencing database
of everyone who works in I.T. with everyone who drinks coffee.
You're talking to your hand, Neil.
I mean, you threw your phone. Remember?
Wow!
Talking back on day one.
You have your own opinions.
You're not afraid to speak your mind. I like it.
But what I say into my hand is none of your business.
Sorry, man. Won't happen again.
No, it will not. Scratch that database.
This is my hand, as we both know.
Hanging up now.
And here's my fulfillment center,
run entirely by Fraptackulans and Japangaloids.
They traveled the galaxy for the opportunity to work here.
I thought those two races hated each other.
They're mortal enemies, but at Amazin',
we're all one big happy family, right, guys?
If I slip on your Japangaloid slime one more time,
I'm speaking to your supervisor.
Ha ha! I am the supervisor, Crap-tackulan.
It is "Fraptackulan" with an "F,"
not "Craptackulan" with a "C."
And you know that.
How's that feel? You wanna go?!
You like that, crap-man?!
There they go again. Blip-Blop, release the sub-mist.
Weird. The hand works. Wow.
I'm so sorry, man. Oh, no.
Your skin came off when I hugged you.
It's cool. I molt like three times a day.
All good. No worries.
Is that sub-mist legal? Sure smells good.
It's like Xanax, but it's free.
People take that. Is that legal? So many questions.
My hiding machine -- in pieces! It's ruined!
And this is Elmer, my head of R&D,
Elmer is the gaping asshole who thought that machine
was gonna make me taller, instead of making me madder.
Sentient French-fried potatoes? You're floating. How?
Whoa! Okay, okay. Easy, now, man.
Is this jewel decorative or does it serve practical purposes?
Okay. Down, boy.
Elmer's pretty bright, just not socially stable.
Don't you agree, Elmer, that you're sweaty?
What is this?
Oh, that's peanut oil. Of course.
Aah! Sorry, man. I-I said back off.
Light amplified by stimulated emissions of radiation?
We all know what a laser is, Elmer.
Martin Landau shot them frequently
on the moon base in "Space: 1999."
What are you growing there?
Walk vines.
Come to me.
Vines?
Show these men what I've been working on.
Why won't you come to me?
I'm a friend. You can open up to me.
Yeah, he's trying to teach the vines
to respond to verbal commands.
I'll start. How is your day going?
But it ain't happening, is it, Elmer?
They're being passive-aggressive.
They refuse to learn. And they're just plants, though.
Bad vines!
Listen, Elmer, I have to cancel dinner tonight.
Something came up.
Phoenix, what do you have going on tonight for dinner?
Elmer just canceled.
You said something came up. Yeah, that's what I told you.
I'm telling my new friend something else, Elmer.
I suppose I'm free tonight.
Dinner, me, you, my house,
the Llama-dama-ding-dong!
Tonight, it's going down!
You'll eat with me, won't you, my seedlings?
I've prepared a hot meal, a fertilizer feast.
What do you mean, "Did this come out of your butt?"
Of course it came from my butt.
You know, you liked it yesterday,
so I'm not sure what the big kick is here.
And now for a little me time.
Ooh! There we go.
There she is. Mm!
That's right, baby. I'm looking at you.
Carl! Damn it!
My brother from another mother! Long time, no see!
Hey, what are you doing with your penis there?
You're gonna break it if you keep doing that.
Don't look over there. Just push through.
Wow! Did they not mention the pool?
That's got to be worth another 4 or 5K.
He's right.
I said Olympic-sized pool, and it ain't on here.
Getting soft here! The moment's passed!
I see you're still rockin' them sweats.
Neighborhood's looking great, by the way.
I told you me living here would create value.
Oh, yeah, good call. I'll meet you at the door.
What?
Bring it in, Carlito's Way.
Oh, you reek.
No, no, no. We're not hugging here.
Make it quick, and then I'm calling the cops.
Oh, whoa. That is hurtful.
I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing.
You know. No.
And I don't feel comfortable under that bridge.
No. Get your foot out of there.
No! No! Get --
Okay, look, before you say no, all I need is the three S's --
shower, shit, and a sundae with hot fudge.
Don't you feel this, bro?
Mmm! With me here, it's a hang.
Alright, let's cut to the chase.
You want to crash here for free?
Just a few months, Carl.
It's so tough out there for guys like me
who don't want to have anything to do with work.
Don't -- Don't cry here.
I know we got shared history here. I ain't forgotten.
I can probably make one room available to you.
It's a real cozy starter home. Bigger than it looks, too.
And look at that, huh? It's got new windows put in.
So, we gonna just put it right in the living room or...?
No, no, no. We'll keep it back here
where no one from the road can see you.
And don't you even look at that pool.
And where am I going to shave? Hey, this is what I'm offering.
If you don't like it, you live with the Fry man.
Frylock is dead to me.
I'll never speak with him again,
but I might want to troll him via text,
so I'd need his new cell number.
Do you have it?
What up, Neil? No, that sucks. Hey, Neil.
I-I made my famous strawberry shortcake.
Short. Damn it. He'll think I'm making fun of him.
Stupid! Why didn't I just bring wine?
Nice jewel, French fry.
It'd look a lot nicer around my neck.
Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. See you later.
It ain't a compliment.
I want it. Yeah, hash brown.
Neil, Neil, come on. Open the door.
Neil! Help. Help! Get your ass over here.
Stab, stabby, stab.
There it is.
Hyah! Get out of here, street toughs!
Phoenix, no!
Oh, come on. Come on.
Frickin' lotionless.
Aw, man.
I bet it's cold out there.
Damn it.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Stop, drop, and roll!
I'm like if the Impractical Jokers had balls.
What kind of joke is that?
Good one, Carl.
What happened?
It's okay. You're okay, Phoenix. Don't get up.
Cut, clarity, color.
The geometry is perfect.
My jewel. No, no. It shouldn't be detached.
I need that back. Who would do this?
We're investigating. They left a clue.
Strawberry shortcake.
They obviously came to make fun of me.
Is that my box? It's ripped to shreds!
I'm disfigured! Oh, my God.
Look, I know this was traumatic,
but I have creepy Elmer working on this
and all of the resources of my incredible company.
Soon, you'll be a Phoenix rising from the ashes.
And not just that hot, dry city in Arizona.
Uh, no, thanks. I don't need to go right now, man.
It's not a bedpan.
It's your new box that Neil made me make for you.
It's made of brotanium,
the lightest-yet-strongest material known to man.
Look it up.
It's stronger than anything in the MCU,
even stronger than vibranium,
which we're allowed to say but not show.
Damn! For real?
It's devised by Elmer but named by me,
because Elmernesium is a dumb name.
Don't we agree on that? Yep.
You're right 'cause you're the boss and everything.
I, like, suck.
Here, let's see if it fits around your brains.
Hell yeah!
I got these pits smelling lemony-citrus
and dishwasher-safe.
And now, time to activate the gravy.
Oh. Yeah.
Mmm! Mmm!
Fish and egg and cheddar?
Whoda thunk they'd go well together?
I'll tell you who. The dogs here.
Uh-oh. Oh, hey, Liz!
So you are sleeping here.
I'm not sleeping here during the day.
Come on, girl.
Just at nighttime.
I'm sorry, Meatwad.
We're a charity, but our charity only extends so far. How far?
Aah!
Ugh! That's pretty far. You got you a good arm, Liz.
Good luck, Meatwad! Please do not come back!
I'm adding a really cool bonus room, Carl.
Hey, maybe I'll invite you over for some air hockey later.
Yeah. No, thanks. Meat man. What's up?
Hey, Carl. How you doing?
He's doing fine. Can I help you?
I was talking to Carl.
And now you're talking to me. And I'm here to tell you
there is no room at the inn, so just roll along, now.
Bye-bye. Shake, come on, man.
Relax. We'll break ground on another condo.
You mean it, a place of my very own?
Just got another house in the mail.
Look, at this. 12 bedrooms. Wow.
Or you knock down these walls, opens up the whole flow.
Damn, Carl, you're a real prince.
Something's different with you, man.
I ain't never seen you so not pissed off at the world.
You noticed that?
I used to sleep with my hands balled in fists of rage.
My knuckles were sore from my angry dreams...
because I lived next to you.
And now I got a better outlook on life,
'cause I'm about to get paid, son.
That's our old house, ain't it?
Yeah, that's where I barely let you live.
Who's ordering stuff over here?
Yeah, and laying those boxes down in perfect rows.
Like so many ears of corn.
Yeah, I already went through them. They're all pretty empty.
You grab what you want.
But these ain't addressed to you.
And, yet, I received them.
Alright, look, here at Carl Acres,
taxes are pretty high.
And they're assessed weekly -- cash.
A property tax?
I took to the road so I didn't have to
deal with such responsibilities.
Look, I don't know what to tell you.
Home ownership is a very important part of owning a home.
I hear that. Now, if you're gonna live here,
you're gonna follow my rules and you're gonna earn.
Okay, the sauna detoxifies,
and the ice bath freezes the toxins.
Whoo, it's cold!
Give me one more. I'm not helping.
You got this.
Whoo! Hey, down low.
Oh, okay.
Now back to the sauna,
but only for a second, then the ice bath again,
and then the sauna again.
Are we allowed to use soap or...?
Yes, but the soap is infused with scorpions.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you -- I don't remember.
Quickly, bathe like I do.
I look crazy, man.
See? The crazier you look,
the smarter Wall Street thinks you are.
Ow. Ow, ow. The venom glands of the scorpion,
they release toxins. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ah.
And do you know what that means?
Back to the sauna? Yes.
To detoxify. You're learning, Phoenix.
Aah!
Ooh! Ooh! Yeah.
It's my private discotheque. I don't even know why I own it.
You're the first person I've ever allowed to dance in here.
You're pretty good.
You're a good dancer, too, Neil.
Albino Bengal tiger.
There's only eight of them in the civilized world.
And now there's seven. Whoa! Neil, what the fuck?!
Uh, I'm sorry. Why did you do that?
Did you not think that was cool, me showcasing my power?
Hell, no, that's not cool, man.
Oh, I am so sorry, Phoenix. Please forgive me.
I never valued anyone's opinion before
because mine were so great.
I'm just feeling this vibe with us, man.
It's okay, Neil. It makes me crazy.
I'm feeling the vibe, too. But what about your tiger?
Should we help your tiger now?
I don't know. What do you think?
See? I asked your opinion.
No more tiger shooting because of what you said.
My friend.
Wait. Hold on.
Yes. It's stable. It's holding.
Uh, my ankle's weakening!
Wrong again.
So sorry, Neil. We're close. I know it.
Hey, get back to the warehouse and work.
But how? I don't know, but those boxes don't deliver themselves.
Not yet anyway.
Elmer!
Never open your mouth unless you have something smart to say!
Only Phoenix is the smart one!
Guess I don't know what I'm talking about,
even though I constantly know what I'm talking about.
Neil, I just want to thank you, man,
for putting your faith in me.
For the first time in my life,
I feel valued, respected, actually liked.
I feel like I have a friend.
You do have a friend, Phoenix.
An amazin' friend.
Here at Amazin', we have amazin' products,
amazin' deliveries,
amazin' employees,
and amazin' employee bathrooms. Whoa! Was that Frylock?
And despite what the media says,
no one is forced to urinate in a bottle
unless they want to, which they can
because it's their God-given right, and we support that.
Right, Llama Dolly?
When you get your Amazin' shipment, you'll say...
It's Amazin'!
Dorks. And that's where we're working tonight,
earning your keep. I hear it's fun over there.
I miss being part of a team.
Y'all remember Aqua Teen?
No, we ain't working for that Neil bloodsucker.
Half his employees are on food stamps, pissing in bottles.
Yeah, my cousin's a teamster, told me all about it.
And he's hiring us to visit with Amazin' employees
and show them the benefits of being in a union.
Yeah! Carl, what are you doing?
Smashing a window.
And then we put these pro-union leaflets
inside the smashed windows?
Oh, yeah, yeah. We're like influencers.
And this pipe is our social media.
Sorry about your tire. Join a union.
Did we already do this one?
Oh, are you kidding me?
Someone double-booked the event?
Look at this. They missed the taillights.
Amateurs. Please don't, sir, okay?
Those gentleman over there
already spoke to me about not joining the union.
Okay, fine! I like my shitty wages!
Goons hired by the company.
No, we're goons hired to show you
the benefits of joining a union
so actions like this would stop.
Would the union give us enough money
to find a decent place to live that isn't a car?
You ain't got nowheres to live?
Friends, we did not come here by choice.
Many moltons ago,
our home planet of Japango was a paradise,
until Neil arrived.
He offered us good jobs on Earth with low pay and zero benefits.
Well, that certainly didn't add up.
Want to set your own hours
and make six figures working from home?
Of course you don't. You're too lazy to want success.
Come work for me, where I dictate the terms.
Of course we refused him.
So he pushed our planet closer to our sun,
cackling as our crops burned and our slime reservoirs evaporated.
So come on, gang,
who wants to be part of the Amazin' success story?
You do.
So let's roll up our sleeves and get down to business,
or you're dead.
We will never surrender to you, Neil.
And then he released the sub-mist.
Sounds like a plan, Neil. When do we start?
We boarded the Llama Dolly en masse
after paying Neil's ridiculous
moving charges and resettlement fees.
The whole trip to Earth was a blur.
And now we're wedged in a warehouse,
elbow-to-elbow with Craptackulans
Not to be racist, but they're the shittiest race in space.
Oh, go blow it out your bing-bong hole!
The bing-bong hole is not for waste.
It's a pleasure center and nutrient port.
I wouldn't touch you with his moisture prongs.
Keep molting all over the parking lot.
Not even the rats will eat it,
'cause you're nasty!
If my ankle weren't so rubbery,
I would give you such a kick!
Show me what you got! You would have a big bruise.
Okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You got to get over your differences
and work together here.
Union can get you good wages, medical care
for whatever that is making your skin come off in big hunks
and making you...
Are you ejaculating, like, all over your body?
Weak ankles, huh?
Man, I've been there. Don't.
I used to dominate these streets with the round ball,
then I blew out my one thick ankle. Stop, please.
Thanks to French fry's little experiment. Ow, don't.
Wait. French fry? Floating box of French fries?
You know Meatwad? You know Frylock?
Sorry. I'm dizzy.
Mm-hmm. We've seen him. His name is Phoenix.
He works in the Llama Dolly. He's the one who maimed me.
And he's good friends with that asshole Neil.
He calls himself Phoenix now?
What kind of name is Phoenix?
Call him Franklin French Frylock.
That's his Christian name. Call him that.
Oh, he hates it.
Of course Frylock's an asshole.
I lived with the man for 15 years.
He took care of everything.
Then he didn't give me an ounce of credit.
Yeah, well, the Frylock I know cares about people.
No, he doesn't.
He's not like Carl.
Carl gave us homes, dignity, a place to hang our hats.
Right, Carl? Whoa, you ain't coming in here.
No, I know that. I have a house of my own, thanks to you.
And you need to relocate it because I don't want
the grass getting brown underneath.
I'm watering tonight.
Got to keep this lush and green for the open house.
Hope you got flood insurance.
Aw, man. I got to shut the bay window.
My Foosball table!
Between you and me, I'm thinking of moving.
Don't you move into my neighborhood with your riffraff.
And, uh, what's up with the lawn?
Are we ever gonna mow that?
'Cause it's spilling over onto my property line.
I won't ask you again, sir.
I was about to tell you the same thing.
We have us a covenant here. You got to keep with it.
I'll get you written up. Well, mine is grandfathered in,
but I'm afraid you're gonna need to apply for a variance
for all this overgrown brush you seem to relish in.
It's got my hand! Meatwad, help!
Form of a hot dog. Form of an igloo.
Meatwad!
It don't respond to hot dogs or igloos.
Form into a frickin' Weedwacker!
Let me in, Carl! Let me in!
Oh, no, Err, the movie's hanging up.
How ever will they defeat these mysterious plants?
They'll never know. That's right.
You won't, stupid viewer,
because we just dragged the next scene to the trash.
It's gone, sucker.
Seven-plus minutes of edge-of-your-seat,
marginally animated bone-throttling action
deleted. Gone forever. Ha ha ha!
Empty trash, Err. It's still in there.
Okay.
Gone-a-wrong-a-tong.
Oh, do you want to resume watching
without the crucial information we destroyed
right in front of your face?
Dumbass. You won't understand.
You may as well be watching "Tenet."
You'll have to rent it again if you can afford it.
Good one, Err. Implying they're poor.
Impoverish-o.
We'll let the movie continue.
But watch your back.
Damn, man. Them plants chased us all the way to Berlin,
Reykjavik, and frickin' Venice, Italy.
But why?
And that key that the spy gave us,
who we ended up finding dead in your hotel room.
How does it all connect? You got to admit, though,
that was a pretty exciting chase. Yeah, it was.
Where did those frickin' plants come from?
Why do you think I would know?
Frylock's the one who does the science stuff.
You want me to text him?
He gave you his number?!
When I asked, he gave me the finger.
We're back.
You're welcome. That's right, stupid viewer.
We deleted this next scene, too.
Forever. You'll never see it 'cause it's gone.
It sucked so hard that I think
we should have made them watch it.
Yes, it is a slow scene.
They take in some Renaissance art
and fly back home in real time.
It really added nothing productive to the story.
Yeah, it's like watching "The Irishman" on a loop, man.
Well, someone is a film buff.
Got a problem with that? The onion peels.
So what? I like movies.
Well, it's just -- it's just very hard to disrupt the movie
when you want to constantly watch it, Err.
You can see how the optics are bad. Yeah, I know.
We should work together here. Okay.
Being assholes to the viewer, not to each other.
I'm not debating you. Let's just watch the movie.
Press "play."
We really need to get out of here sometime tonight.
Computer, play the movie.
Moment of truth, Neil. Ready to do this?
Are the ankles gonna perform like overcooked pasta noodles?
No, because I re-coded the sequence.
I'm splicing in DNA from this giraffe
and retired NBA legend Shawn Kemp.
You're doing what?
You said I was coming up here to sign autographs for the kids.
Yeah, what she said. Making him tall sounds so good.
I'm gonna do that. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Make me tall like him.
This will never work, Neil. I've done the calculations.
And you tried to stretch me like a balloon animal, Elmer.
Phoenix knows what he's doing, unlike you.
You ready to do this?
The shinbones are hard.
It's working. He's beautiful.
Alright, so, how do I become this?
It's not how you become this.
It's how I become you.
Well, you wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for me.
I'm me. I'm happening.
Wait, wait, hold up! You want your autogr-a-a-aph?!
Hold on, now. Hang on there. You're just a prototype.
You listen to Neil. He's in charge.
I know. I'm Neil. I'm in charge.
No, I'm Neil. I'm in charge.
Make him stop picking me up, Phoenix, or you're fired.
Help me get him in this box, Phoenix, or you're fired.
Neil, Neil, look, I'm sorry.
I didn't think this was gonna happen, man.
Which Neil are you talking to? I'll help you, Neil.
Which Neil are you talking to?
The bigger one.
Elmer, betrayer! You Judas!
Which Neil were you apologizing to back there, Phoenix? Help!
Well, you, of course, Big Neil, obviously. Please! Anybody!
So should we put some air holes in that box? Let me out!
Sure. Put one.
4'2"? Fuck that.
Go to the DMV and change this to 11-foot-fucking-3.
Neil, I'm so sorry. Give me some time.
I'll get you out. Ooh, whoops. Ow! My eye socket!
Sorry about the drill.
Alright, let's get some shit going.
French fry, you're my new head of R&D.
But that's my job.
Elmer, you're my new senior VP in charge of suckling my dong!
But I helped you. I betrayed my best friend.
Get down on it like a drumstick
falling off the bone.
Can I get some kneepads? I'm a person.
Oh, my God. Get off the floor. Don't mean literally, Elmer.
Oh! So funny you thought literally.
I was just continuing the joke. This isn't even a gun.
Hey, uh, sorry, y'all. I kind of need to take this.
The fuck do you want?! Hey, did you get my texts?
Yeah, man, I got 'em.
I got a snowman, a flip-flop, and a stack of pancakes!
Yeah. They're pretty funny.
Well, I didn't wanna bug ya, but I did wanna get your attention.
-Tell him you're sick! -'Cause I'm sick.
Just take an aspirin. I'm sure you're fine.
You're a damn wad of meat, okay? Is that all?
That's it. I love you, Frylock. Have a good one.
Ow! I mean, hold on.
Tell him you have foot cancer.
-I got me foot cancer. -You ain't got no feet.
Not anymore. On account of the cancer.
You got tumors. I got me tumors.
Hair loss. And hair loss.
And, uh, it burns when you pee. Say that.
What? That's a thing?
Oh, you better believe it. It's called syphilis.
I have it now.
I got me ensniffilus.
Sniffa-lufagus. Sniffa-luffalus.
Where you staying? I'll come to you.
Remember our old crib?
I'm next door, crashing with Carl.
And he pretty fun when he's sober,
but he's a very angry person when he drinks,
which is most of the time. Ow! Damn it.
Shake ain't over there, right? 'Cause you know I don't want to see him.
If he's there, you tell him to take a walk, okay?
Well, you tell him that he sucks it hard!
Tell him. 'Cause he does.
Oh, I'll keep Shake's dumb ass away from ya.
When I tell you to say something,
you repeat it like the puppet you are!
And did you hang up? 'Cause I don't want him
to hear me abusing you.
Feel my forehead.
Y'all, I think I have snuffleuffagus.
You need to deal with something? Yeah, I'm afraid I do.
Look, I may be the same as teensy-weensy Neil, genetically,
but I'm way taller. Let me out!
Wait. What's he saying? And I'm way more compassionate.
That's not true! Take my limo, Phoenix.
Aah! Aah! Man in the box!
How do we call your limo?!
I guess he passed out. I shook it too hard.
Never mind. That's -- I see his limo. Thanks. Thanks, Neil.
No, no. Please call me Big Neil.
Okay. Thank you. Thank you so much. Big Neil.
He's in an awful hurry. Why? It's his pathetic friends.
You can't just steal shit off people's porches, Cup.
You got to slink down like a worm.
Come at it from the side so the camera don't get ya.
We pulled this footage off of some of your amazin'
Ring-Dong doorbell cameras.
Another empty one?
What are these guys ordering? Oxygen?!
Lower your voice. That goes for me, too.
Or they'll use this in court.
He hangs out with these goons?
Look at them. Nothing more than porch pirates.
And they're about to become plant food.
My plan. I came up with it, not Phoenix.
Okay, what are you talking about?
Fill me in, okay? I'm obviously new in town.
Fill him in, Lance. Lance is my new associate.
He's still learning English.
That was a vowel sound, I believe.
Okay, Elmer.
How about you just give me the broad strokes.
What you looking at?
Well, it's something, alright.
So you don't know what it is, neither.
No. Do you? Ahh. Say no. We're even. Touché.
I know what it is.
Never mind. I was bluffing, trying to act smart.
I do know what it is, but I'm not saying it
'cause it would blow your little minds.
We'll get Frylock in to look at it to confirm my discovery.
Ooh, he gonna be pissed when he sees I ain't sick.
Just roll around, fake-cough when he gets here.
"I'm sick." It'll work.
That's how I skipped school all the time.
But then they put me in a home for like three years.
I couldn't cough my way out of that one.
That won't work on Frylock. He's a scientist.
You have to be a little more sophisticated.
Now, when Frylock gets here,
you're gonna throw this wig around.
This is your hair loss from foot cancer.
Alright, now, look. Be very careful with this.
I got this off eBay from Dave Mustaine's barber.
What is the goal here?
This thing, Aqua Teen. We're in this for life.
No one just walks away from Aqua Teen. No one!
Does this tattoo mean nothing to you?
"Aqua Teen Forever."
But this here says "Aqua Teen Never."
Do you want to get kicked out of Aqua Teen?!
'Cause I'll do it! I will blackball your ass!
I'm me. I'm happening.
Get down on it like a drumstick.
Suckling my dong!
Keep it running.
Hello?!
F-lock! My man! Gimme a hug, big'un.
That metal box is looking tight.
Tight like prom night.
I still don't know what that means.
No wonder you're sick, hanging out over here.
This place is filled with asbestos. You know that, right?
Yeah, I'm --
I'm -- I'm very sick.
Hm. 43 degrees.
Well, it's normal for you.
Is this spray paint?! Who painted you white?!
It was I who painted him.
Finally, some credit.
You're looking well, Franklin French Frylock.
The new box looks, mm, aerodynamic.
It won't get you laid. Ask some stuff about me now.
Oh, so that's what this was about, huh?
Getting me over here to ask some stuff about you.
'Cause it's always about you, isn't it?
No, we worried about you, Frylock,
working at Amazin'.
That place is bad, man. Show him the thing.
I know what this is, "Frylick,"
and if I wanted your second opinion, I'd ask for it.
So what do you think it is? Not that I'm asking.
Where'd you get all these boxes? 'Cause I know you didn't order it.
I borrowed them off people's porches!
But why would your company be delivering boxes
to places where there are no people?
And usually, there's cool shit inside the box
and stuff that I can fence or flip online.
These was all empty.
And two of them boxes turned into plants,
almost killed Shake.
He's right, dude. I don't give a shit what's in those boxes.
I'm done taking orders from you, Shake,
having your ass leech on me, weigh me down. I'm out!
Don't you walk out on us without leaving your phone number.
Frylock! I want to block it to make sure I don't dial it,
not even accidentally with my butt.
Back to Amazin', please.
Hang on, hang on. Hold up.
This is Dave Mustaine's actual hair.
I got a certificate of authenticity.
I need you to clone him so Megadeth can live forever, right?
Come on, Fry man!
I got to budget for this!
Well, congratulations, Meatwad.
You chased him away!
I vote yes to the union for guaranteed vacation time
away from you and the rest of your pork-rind covered race!
I'm voting yes, as well, so you stupid Japangaloids
get decent access to birth control
and stop pumping out your stupid slime-brained offspring!
Guys, we need to vote no on the union.
Come on, let's not rock the boat.
I got a good thing going here.
Sleeping in our shitty Earth cars?
Suckle more from the mist pipe, you sheep.
Get off me! You slime sheep!
Let me go!
Good luck voting with broken bing-bongs, bitch!
I'm afraid they have the votes, Big Neil.
They can go union. Ah, but I have the mist.
You know, I really think
that using the mist is not super-woke.
Right, Other Neil? What?!
I mean, is it consistent with our corporate values?
Yes. Use the mist! That's why we created it!
I'll consult with Other Neil
if I ever decide to short the stock.
Get it, everyone?
Right, His Holiness? He's small?
Ha! Yeah. Small.
But the mist is bad. PR-wise, I mean, right?
I own all the newspapers, Phoenix, and no one reads them.
Deploy the mist.
Yep, It's 4:20 somewhere.
Attention, Japangaloids and Fraptackulans.
You seek a living wage,
and perhaps you shall have it in your new job,
which will not be here
because you're all fired, effective immediately.
I don't want to see any Japangaloid slime or
Fraptackulan shells left behind.
Have an amazin' day. That is all.
What?! But who's gonna work the line,
load the warehouses, deliver the packages?!
Wait'll you see this shit. Elmer?
As part of our zero-carbon-emission policy,
all non-critical personnel will be replaced
by plant-based labor.
Big Neil's Green New Deal.
They're all part of one plant,
all branches of one photosynthetic vine.
They don't need vacations or dental
and they don't give a shit about what pronoun you use
when you tell them what to do.
How are they -- Walking on their own?
Notice how, in the nourishing sunlight,
the seeds give off a blue glint. Jewel dust.
My Jewel of Idahocales! You're synthesizing it!
And much like it powers your potatoes,
it will now power our workforce.
Biodegradable packaging made entirely of seeds.
Earth first.
Shake was right.
Look, buddy, this is for the good of our planet.
but it's also really good for me.
So you had me mugged.
This was a setup this whole time!
If we told you our plan, you think you would have agreed?
All those ice baths, dancing to the beat in the discotheque.
You didn't feel the vibe at all, did you?
I never felt "the vibe."
You had what I needed, and I took it from you.
Now let's unlock this box and shake hands on this.
No, we're not unlocking the box.
Unlock the box. He needs to see my face when I say that.
- Don't unlock the box. - Come on, man!
Oh, I'll shake something, alright.
But it ain't gonna be your hand!
Y'all suck worse than my last roommates!
Where you going, Phoenix? It's Frylock, bitch.
And I'm going to save my real friends.
Aqua Teen Forever!
This air-hockey table sucks.
Aaaah! Help!
You sumbitchin' plants.
Take your hands off my Eli bobblehead!
That's a collector's edition!
Let us in! Please! No!
I'm a person! I'm not just a bobblehead!
You're making them grow towards me!
Have some humanity! Open the door.
-Frylock! -Frylock!
Keep that straw on a swivel, Shake.
It's time to nip some plants in the bud.
Oh, I hate doing yard work!
That's why you hire people to do it.
Just bend over and pick it up!
I'm drying it so it'll move easier, okay?
And then I'm gonna chase it down,
I'm gonna light it on fire!
There's too many of them!
Hop in. If you wanna live.
Shotgun!
Unh-unh! Shotgun. I called it!
-No. I called it first. -But I was thinking about it,
and it's been on my mind for a long time.
How'd a plant get a gun?
Carl, we got to get above the tree line,
where the plants won't grow!
Well, there's only one point in New Jersey that high --
Used Babywipe Mountain.
Oh, anywhere but there!
This is gonna result in a massive lawsuit,
and then I'm gonna have to pretend to care.
So I want you to take all of the pesticide and lawn equipment
out from the warehouse and kill yourselves right now.
I don't know what to tell you, Neil.
He's still learning English.
I don't want to work backward here, but what if we bring in
people again?
Where's Fry-- Phoenix -- Whatever. I need his help.
Why him? I can do everything he does
except for float and the eye lasers.
And also, he's a little smarter than me.
And he's made of potatoes.
But other than that, we're the same.
No. Frylock still works here. But Elmer is fired.
Fine. It's time for me to branch out anyway...
weed out some problems I'm having...
...turn over a new leaf, as it were.
Elmer, get off the ground, ya dork. You look stupid.
Please call me Elm.
The Elmanator. Your botanical nightmare!
Who's tall now, Neil?
I want you out of the building.
Security!
And, of course, you're plants, too.
A judgy vegan stands before you.
He subsists on your brethren.
Seize him and eat him raw.
I'm only running away because I have to pee so bad.
See? What'd I tell you? It is a spaceship.
I was the one that told you about this.
Why does nobody listen to me?
Ugh! Ow!
May the forest be with you.
Hey, y'all. Look what I got at the gift shop.
There's no gift shop here. You stole that from the mountain.
You know, I'm glad they finally made this a national monument.
Come try to knock this down, Muslim extremists!
See what you get!
"I cannot in good con-science..." Conscience.
"...continue to work for a monster."
This is your big plan?!
No, I'm texting my resignation letter.
I told you Amazin' was bad. Didn't I say that?
And I said something was weird about the boxes.
And I was right, wasn't I?
You're right one time in 20 years,
and you think you invented being right.
And who came to the rescue? Not you, Frylock.
No, no!
It was Carl, the greaseball
marinara-stain cafone from next door.
Hey! The ubatz gabagool.
I'm a proud half-Italian. I'm not gonna stand here
and allow you to screw up that slur.
Mamma mia. Italians...
You can't end a sentence with "gabagool"!
It's grammatically incorrect!
Break it up, y'all. Break it up.
We got to work together so Frylock
can figure out how Frylock's gonna solve
this mess that Frylock also got us into.
You admit that at least, right, Frylock?
Everybody just shut up so I can think!
Well, since he obviously didn't have an exit strategy,
I guess I'm gonna have to roll out my plan.
Operation Master Shake and Bake.
Blueprints of the Pentagon, gentlemen.
The basement houses over 30 tons of thermite plasma,
according to a pretty accurate movie trailer I saw.
We transport it over here to this Air Force base, which --
There's got to be one, right?
And karate our ways past the guards.
See, this is me with the laser. I'm driving a monster truck.
Now, in all likelihood, we will not have the monster truck
for this particular operation.
But after that, we hijack a C-130.
They call it the Fat Albert.
Hey, hey, hey!
And what are you gonna blow up with all that thermite plasma that doesn't even exist?
The Garden State, bitch. Kaboom!
And Newark is a sheet of glass.
-I have a plan. -Oh, God.
Oh, this should be good. Someone make popcorn.
Bugs -- they like to eat plants,
especially when I tell them to.
His plan sucks.
It's over. We're done. Calm down, Carl.
I'm supposed to make a mint on that house,
and now I can't even freakin' see it under all the kudzu!
Just laser them with your eyes or what --
What's up with all the plans?
Because you ain't got a plan, do ya?
Do ya?! There is no plan!
Ohh! Look out!
How's that for a landing?
I'm getting the hang of this bitch.
How did you find me?
Well, I triangulated the signal from your resignation text.
You agreed to accept cookies, not me.
We're done, Neil. Both Neils.
Oh, whoa, whoa, wait.
Little Neil and I are very sorry,
and we love you very much.
Yeah, I'm Sorry about earlier.
I'm feeling the vibe again.
Uh, so, look, we need you to stop these plants.
You know how when you talk to plants and it helps them grow?
What if we, like, talk angry shit at them?
Like, "You fat, lazy, bald piece of shit.
You'll never amount to nothing!"
And then they, you know, go cry in their room
with a lower self-esteem.
I'm just saying, that worked on me, and, you know...
We have no plan.
Wait. Sunlight! Don't plants need sunlight to survive?
How are you going to turn off the sun, dumbass? Great plan!
No, no, no. He's right.
The -- The -- The slimy weirdo in the parking lot.
She said Neil used the ship
to push their planet towards the sun.
-That's right. -Then we can use Neil's ship
to block out the sun...
with the moon.
That would work? Cool! Okay.
So, before we all go up there in Neil's ship,
I got to tell you, I hope this dinner's not going to be
some of that freeze-dried astro crap.
Shake, Shake, Shake, we need you down here, man,
to protect the Earth.
You were always the bravest, man.
The strongest -- -Uh, you forgot smartest.
I said you forgot smartest. Say that one now.
Carl, Meatwad, you stay here, too.
Oh. Whoa, hold up, Buck Rogers.
What do we do while you're farting around in space?
Yeah, man, we just got back together.
And I'll be back soon, Meatwad.
And when I come back, it'll be Aqua Teen Forever and Ever.
Alright. But before you go, I made you a new box
out of the only box that didn't turn into a plant.
My best friend.
Boxy Brown.
'Cause once you go Brown, you're going downtown.
Down to clown.
You sound different, Boxy. I'm New Boxy.
Old Boxy got canceled, 'cause Boxy Brown is BIPOC, fool.
Oh, I don't see color, Boxy. You're just a box.
I'm just a what?! Bitch!
See ya! Oh, no. Is he leaving?
He don't want the box?
Aah! Boxy, no!
Well, I, for one, ain't going to die
on no pile of used baby wipes,
getting macked on by a bunch of shrubbery.
And I ain't gonna let America get pussified, not on my watch.
Yeah!
Nowadays, you get in trouble just because you stare and point
at certain parts of a babe's body and go,
"Oh, yeah!" Oh, she'll complain.
But deep down, you know she loves it.
Don't grow big boobs, lady!
Where is this going, Carl?
I think you're losing the thread.
I'm saying this country is in desperate need of a real man.
A badass. A, yes, toxic, masculine man like me.
Damn straight!
And this man don't let a bunch of
Christmas trees and mistletoe tell him what to do.
I'm about to roll down there
and stomp all them shrubs under my V24 turbocharged
carbon footprint.
Who's with me? Yeah! I'm in!
Let's do this. Yeah!
Oh, gross. Now my hands are gonna stink.
Tonight!
One!
Hot dog. Igloo. Hot dog. Igloo. Hot dog. Igloo.
Oh, I'm sorry. Guess who!
Did we interrupt your movie at a pivotal juncture?
Listen up! Don't you walk to the bathroom on me.
Get back here and sit your two ample buttocks right down.
Yeah, man. We're going to fast-forward and reverse
and fast-forward and reverse and fast--
That's right. He will. Oh, damn it.
He's a madman and he's coked to the gills.
Yeah! I got nowhere to go
except the liquor store before it closes.
Liquor is our guide. Big-time!
And if you want us to stop ruining this shambling mess
that you call entertainment...
Text us your girlfriend's digits.
Or we shall ruin the entire third act with our anger.
Data charges will apply.
Your girl looks like a 4. That's a digit.
That's right -- I'm negging her.
Any girl that looks at me is a fucking 10, man.
How many texts, Err?
Um, none. My phone's dead.
You will hang on while we charge his phone.
Don't text yet. Save your text, then text it. We'll be back.
Quickly. You know we will.
Always keep your phone charging, Err.
I know.
You could have had it plugged in during my entire rant.
Okay, okay, okay, Dad.
There we go.
Fossil fuel, baby.
Unrenewable energy!
The hair looks good, Carl.
I wish I had enough up top
to do, like, the true Road Warrior mohawk.
But I think the side hawks are working.
Friggin' purple. Mm. So silver.
Where'd y'all get all this cool stuff?
All I got me was some bubble wrap.
And I popped most of it. It's fun. Listen.
Mmm! Mmm! Engorge yourself, my seedlings.
You must grow strong and powerful.
Feasting on their shit, which is our food.
Rise and reclaim the planet!
Can you not steer better than this?
Come on, man! I'm about to hurl over here!
These are the controls.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to wear this.
It's a tuxedo, specifically fitted to my body.
Only I can pilot the ship.
Not from inside a box you won't.
Brace for impact!
-Pay attention, Earth fools. -Yeah!
Because this is when the movie finally gets good.
This is the scene where we start kicking their asses
for seven duets and I turn into this giant penis.
Err, no spoilers, please.
-I see dead people! -The viewers have eyeballs.
They can witness the blood-soaked carnage on their own.
Bathe in the blood of your bitch master!
You don't, by any chance, know how to --
How to push the moon in front of the sun? Hell, no.
Shoot. Oh. Maybe I do!
No, it turns out, I don't.
Let me out of the box!
I'm the only one who can operate the Llama!
I'm a billionaire!
What do you think I was doing what I was supposed to be
on Earth paying taxes?
Shit. The controls are jammed.
Aloha, bitch!
Behold the Mechanites!
-You are very impressed. -Check it out.
Solid gold. Polished.
God damn. The Mooninites.
And don't you dare push us.
Because we have no stability front to back.
'Cause we -- we would fall over.
Come on. Help me into this thing. I'm gonna destroy those
little motherfuckin' Mooninites once and for all.
The speaker is still on
where you called us the fucking Mooninites.
Come on, bitch!
Let him out! He's the only one who could fit into the suit.
No, he's going to be pissed.
Yeah, he's going to be more pissed
when the Mechanite kills us all. Where's the damn air lock?
I need to go out there and fight them myself.
Uh, you might want to wait on that.
Well, my box is brotanium, the lightest yet strongest metal
outside of the MCU, right?
Uh, we lied. It's aluminum foil.
Damn it! I knew it! Sorry.
That's why I sound like thunder when I sit down.
You stay right where you are.
Ooh, it's gonna hurt!
Let me out. Only I can help us now.
The bullet should be reaching its final destination ASAP.
Time for me to...hit the hay!
Screw you, environment!
Looks like we got us a real bumper crop this season!
You about to be pushing daisies, plant!
Let's kick this grass in the ass. Heh-heh.
Time to nip your ass in the bud.
If a tree falls in the woods,
but everyone is -- they are around to hear it,
then it will make a sound,
like you just did as I killed you.
Kind of a long way to go for that one.
What, yours were so much better?
Shit. Should've paid for all-wheel drive.
But I had to have the subwoofer.
Ohh! We're all out!
Get off my lawn!
Oh, what the hell is that?
I see we have a little turf war.
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Aw, come on.
I got one bubble left, y'all.
Get behind me. Cover your ears.
Did that do anything?
-Nothing. -Well, we tried.
Mmm! Fresh greenhouse gases!
There's a new world order taking root.
Meat man, reach under the seat.
Peach schnapps? Crème de menthe?
Yeah, you ain't gotta announce it. Okay?
I pound this in the strip-club parking lot
so I can save my cash for the lap dances.
So are we getting wasted, or what's the plan?
My cousin taught me this.
It's how you start an electrical fire
when you know they got good insurance.
Everything's coming up for roses for Elmer.
And he's about to be a... thorn in your side.
Have a drink on me, bitch!
Yeah! It's happy hour, bee-yotch!
-Aaah! -Look. Two for one.
Ladies' night, stupid. You ever been in a bar?
♪ Have a drink on me ♪
This really burns me up!
I guess I'm a late bloomer.
Prepare to be planted.
Six feet under, if you know what I mean!
This is it. We're going down.
I love you, Master Shake.
I know you do. I hear that a lot.
Lots of people are saying it,
and you're pretty cool, too, sometimes,
but don't get a big head about it.
Aqua Teen Forever, y'all.
Plants! Destroy them!
-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo-hoo!
It's the Japangaloids and the Fraptackulans!
They're here to save us!
Can still see the sun!
Frylock! We need you, man!
Mechanite, chug mightily
from the tall boy of destiny. Drink it!
So that you may shower the defeated.
Unleash the flow!
Feel the heat of our digital whiz.
Before I open this box,
I want you to know I'm very sorry,
but I need you to stay calm.
No, no, no, no. We'll have none of that.
Get me fitted. Into my tuxedo.
That's right. Whoa!
Abort! Abort!
Err, the whiz, it's splashing back on us.
'Cause we need more beer, dude, so we can, like, pee harder.
Or it could be the lack of gravity on the moon, but...
probably not.
We'll go with your idea.
Mechanite, re-commence the drinking!
Press the stop button!
Aah! Stop it, stop it!
Time to play with dollies. Llama Dollies.
Put a kink in it, Err. The dog wants more.
Let doggy combat begin!
Here, doggy, doggy. Come here, bitch.
You wanna try that again? Blockonomica.
Bitch, heel, sit. Ha ha!
Unleash the slightly faster bullets, Err.
The heat-seeking banshees.
Alright, let's see what you got, you 8-bit piece of shit.
The onslaught begins!
Kabang, kapow, kablooey!
It's a bullet buffet. All you can eat.
Find my center. Hammmmm...
Take it. You love it!
Hammmmm...
And four.
Don't aim the bullets straight ahead.
He avoided them!
He's jumping. We can handle jumping.
Greased hammmm...
Impressive, but stand by
for a massive blast from our metal ass.
You're doing down, homey.
It takes a minute, but it's so worth it.
The bullet is enormous! Bullets for dinner.
It has its own theme song. Prepare for death.
Jumping is useless!
Hammmmm!
Jumping wasn't useless.
He's behind us. Oh, no!
And he knows we have no frontward-to-back stability.
Hey, don't push us, man. We warned you.
Don't tell him, Err. Aah!
Damn it.
Okay, this isn't very interesting.
Yeah, this part isn't any good.
So, uh, we'll fast-forward through this boring part
so you don't have to suffer through it.
We're doing you a favor.
Because we care about you.
Favoronomica.
Time to redecorate space.
Glad you opened the box now?
N-o-o-o-o-o!
Look, y'all! Frylock did it!
Yeah, Frylock!
Nourishing sunlight!
Life-force draining!
Man, I love to see the leaves change in the fall.
Aaaaaah!
My frigging car! You couldn't have pushed it over there
by that burned-out Jamba Juice?
Frylock! He finally came through
for once in his pathetic existence!
Ooh. It's getting kinda cold, ain't it?
Yeah. M-M-Maybe not a flip-flop day.
Damn it, Frylock! You screwed us again!
You were telling Elmer to dump me in the river!
"Toss him off the GW Bridge, Elmer."
I heard every word. That's not who I am.
You know me, Neil. I'm you.
And together we can join forces and build a better company.
No, no, no, no, no. Too much water under the bridge...
that you would have thrown me off of!
What am I talking about?
Come on. Let's give it a shot.
That was smart to hit him with the sub-mist.
Let him land the ship,
and then we ought to dump him in the river.
Who said that?
Sure. Let's try to work together. I'm game.
You want your job back, Frylock?
We can do Amazin' things together.
Yeah. No, I don't think I'm cut out for the corporate lifestyle.
Listen, I know you love the environment, and so do I.
We. We. Yes, we.
That's why I... We.
...we have an ambitious five-year plan to control
all the world's drinking water.
Don't you want to be friends with the guys
who own all the water?
You know, so we can protect it.
That sounds terrible.
You'll wish you said yes. Shoot him with the mist.
How are we out of sub-mist?
Did someone use this on me?
Y'all gonna have to figure out your evil plans on your own.
I got people back home who need me.
Eternal darkness all for me!
Sunlight gone forever.
New Jersey is all mine!
The Garden State's a frozen tundra.
We're no better than Green Bay!
I hope you lowered your asking price.
'Cause you ain't gonna get much for Carl Acres now.
Why ain't you f-f-freezing to death?
'Cause I'm a thicc Shake -- T-H-I-C-C!
Ice, ice, baby!
Everyone gets that reference, right? It's rap music.
We must shelter the humanoid inside one of our husks!
And we can warm him with our disgusting slime.
Yeah. I-I-I w-w-would rather die than do that. No offense.
None taken. We are very gross.
Well, I still think both your races are weird,
and I'd be saying atrocious shit about your mother
if my lips weren't completely f-frozen.
Yeah. Go for it. Start a fire. He can't see ya.
Whoa! That's a big fire!
New Jersey! Our tax break!
There's no city left to offer one.
Well, look, we'll just have to lobby
some right-to-work state stupid enough
to give us tax incentives to move our operations there.
Alabama? Alabama!
Hey, guys. I -- We.
Uh, we've got an amazing opportunity!
We're about to hire at our Alabama location,
and we'll pay you no more than a third of what you used to get.
So come on, gang. Let's roll up our sleeves --
Oh, oh, oh!
Ooh. D-D-Damn, son.
I'm glad you guys didn't -- didn't fall for that, though.
We may not be smart, but we very well be very dumb!
We're very good at being dumb.
Look, I'm sorry, y'all.
I forgot what was important in life -- friendship.
And even though most of this is not my fault,
I'll pretend like it was if you'll have me back.
Oh, how I wish it were that simple, Fry man.
But the existing Aqua Teens
will need to convene and vote on --
Put your hands down, Carl!
Your pits stink and you're not an official Aqua Teen!
And, Meatwad, you're on probation
until you pay those dues.
So we're back together? I mean, we're cool, right?
Uh...
Your apology doesn't exactly put food in my mouth.
Yes, food. What shall we eat?
-I, too, am hungry. -Yeah we're all hungry actually.
-Yes! -Yes, we're all hungry.
I think we're all pretty hungry.
Well, I mean, ain't you guys made of food?
French fries, milkshake, and he's all meat.
Smells really good.
Whoa. Hey, how about a little space?
The Aqua Teens are together again.
Ow, damn it.
Mmm! Oh, he's good, y'all!
-Eat them! -Eat them!
You paid for a full-length movie
and you only got 75 minutes.
Oh, man!
And that is counting this extended credits,
which is really just pulled out of our asses.
Yeah, man, I'm in there like seven times.
I'm listed as a producer twice.
They're just using that to fill space, man,
because nobody worked on this.
Did you think you were gonna get an extended cut?
We're not Judd Apatow.
Look, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here.
Over and over and over. Everything "Err."
And you're still watching the extended credits.
If you were gonna look at words,
why won't you just read a book?
Read my book. It's called "I Rule Your Movie."
Oh, look at the time.
You'll have to rent something else... Ha ha ha!
...to provide more entertainment for your date
while you awkwardly put your arm on her shoulder,
your jizz-shellacked paws flaking off on her blouse
as she makes any excuse to get away from you.
Your dick is your date.
That's right, Err.
Don't put too fine a point on it.
We are gender-specific because we know no women watch us.
Go on. Find another movie.
Fill the hours before you slowly crawl
back into your bed alone again.
Yeah! Go get a snack. How about a big old jug of grease?
Yes. Yes. You have promises to keep
and pounds of grease to eat
before you sleep... Dumb consumer.
...alone again.
♪ Get, get money, get the money ♪
♪ Yo ♪
♪ Get, get money, get the money ♪♪
Ooh, don't forget the crispies.
There you go. Tap the bottom. Tap, tap, tap.
There you go. Don't want to waste one.
-That's actually very good. -Delicious.
I feel guilty. You know, we were neighbors once,
but, uh, hey, if you don't want to get eaten, don't be food.
That's the way I see it.
You know, I would drink your blood, Carl,
but, really, what I'm in the mood for is...
ice cream!
Mmm.
Ice cream is the life.
I smell a sequel!