Broternal Order Of Different Helmets/All Up In Your Space

The BODH team up with Gankroar (and Cheeby) to save Nebulon and the moonpeople from Grindolo's slavery.

The following transcript has not been formatted. {Open to a black screen. Long pause.} {voiceover} Why isn't the cartoon starting? {voiceover} I'm running out of ideas for episode beginnings. How should we start it this time? {voiceover} I dunno. Maybe we could be in the Pillquarters, then we recieve a message from Gankroar. {voiceover} Too boring and generic. What if we go shopping at Bubs' Concession Stand, but then Gankroar's spaceship crashes into it? {voiceover} Ooh! Ooh! I know! We can fight an army of dinosaurs in the future with the Cheat Commandos! {voiceover} Eh. Sure, why not. {Fade in to the BODH in the future alongside the Cheat Commandos, with an army of dinosaurs lying defeated in front of them} Thanks for the help, guys! FIGHTGAR: Right, right, right. Now we gotta get back to the past so we can attend our hat club meeting. This week we're discussing the origins of provolone and camembert! SILENT RIP: See you guys soon! Try not to run into any more dinosaur armies! {Cut to the Pillquarters. The BODH teleport inside.} Now. Provolone. Where did it come from? Let us discuss. Isn't this episode supposed to be in space? Just wait a moment. Something space is bound to happen soon. (Silence.) Any moment now, space will be happening... (Silence.) ...yup, space is coming... (Silence.) ...THAT WAS YOUR CUE!!! Branderson: (offscreen) Oops, sorry. (Cut to the Gankroar intro.) Singers: Gankroar, he’s the celestial guardian of the Klanktor! (Cut to Gankroar’s ship flying through space.) Gankroar: Guardian’s Log, Stardate 72812.1... (Cut to inside the ship.) Gankroar: Someone forgot to relieve himself before we engaged hyperdrive... Cheeby: Hey, it was an accident! Gankroar: ...so now I’ll have to get out the hyper mop after we get the Netflix password from the gatormen of Keron. Cheeby: Hey Gankroar, has this quadrant always been inhabited by a Crondoian arm beast? Gankroar: That’s no arm beast! (Cut to the disembodied arm of Branderson throwing the ship into a black hole.) Both: AAAHHHHH!! (Cut to the concession stand.) ...and that’s why you weren’t able to speak correctly while the site was broken! I told you cheese doesn’t belong there. Heathen, cheese belongs EVERYWHERE! (Gankroar’s ship crashes into the stand.) Ooh! Hot spacecraft!! What's this extraterrestrial transportation vessel doing in your stand? Is it for sale? 'Cause I've got two ph'zhillion cashes in the form of Fluffy Puff Mayonnaise. GANKROAR: {blasts out of the ship and points a laser at Gfd} Stop right there, Keronians! Whoa! Is that Gankroar? Celestial guardian of the Klanktor? GANKROAR: Yes. Yes it is. Have we met? Yeah, you helped us stop some eggpos from taking over a volcano or something. GANKROAR: You're not Keronians, are you? No, this— this is Earth. GANKROAR: Ah. I've never been here before. Looks weird. Why is the sky blue? Believe me, I have been asking the same question every single day of my weary existence. {staring into nothing} It is a question that costs me my precious sanity to this day. I will never quite comprehend why— It's because light is scattered by the air molecules in the atmosphere, and blue is more visible 'cause it travels in shorter waves. You're telling me it has nothing to do with blueberry pies at all? It doesn't, no. Oh. Why, thank you, SRMX12. Thanks to this bit of information, I have become a changed person. My sanity is restored. No longer the unintelligent comic relief am I! For the rest of my days, I shall be known as the new Gfd! Does anyone have a bite of kale about, perchance? This guy's annoying. Change it back. I was wrong. I don't know why the sky is blue. {back to normal} Oh. 'S anyone gots butterscotch tennis shoes? GANKROAR: What was that all about? Oh, yeah, sorry, Mr. Roar. Our writers get carried away sometimes. (Cheeby emerges from the ship, visibly dizzy.) Cheeby: Ugh... Gankroar, do we have giant arm insurance? Giant arm? Gankroar: That's how we got here, a giant arm threw our ship through a black hole. I repeat, our writers get carried away sometimes. Branderson: What? It was the best I could think of! Gankroar: Nevermind that! There are more important matters to discuss! Honstlar, we were planning on calling you today after I binge watched Inspector Gadget, but given our current situation, we might as well tell you now. Tell me what? Cheeby: The moon is in danger! NOOO! Someone save the cheese! I keep telling you, the moon is not made of cheese. Well if you think you're so smart, explain the roundness! If you bite cheese into a circle, it's round, just like the moon! That's solid proof! GANKROAR: Stop, stop, stop. I've been to your Earth's moon, and I can assure you it is not made of cheese. We shall see, my robotic friend. We shall see... How is the moon in danger exactly? GANKROAR: It's tough to explain, so I'll take you there to see for yourself. Hop on my spaceship. {wide-eyed} Wuh... SPACE?! WE... WE GO... SPACE?! Yes, Garbles, we're going to space. Now get in that ship. {They get inside} {Cut to the spaceship flying through the cosmos. Cut to the inside.} This is the best moment of my entire Earthly life. Gfd. Come on. You've been to alternate universes. And suddenly leaving a planet is a huge milestone? Yeah, but... we're in space. I mean, look at it! Isn't it amazing? I guess. I mean... it's just a bunch of stars and whatnot. What are you talking about? This is a once-in-a-lifetime, life-changing experience. Haven't we been to space already? I'm not sure. I've honestly lost track of all the places we've been on our adventures. What do you mean? We've only been to a college, a prison, an office, an art museum, a sleigh race, a bank (twice), a wrestling ring (twice), an ancient cave (twice), a volcano (twice), a mall (three times), a Renaissance fair, an ABD seminar, the village of Homsar, the post-apocalypse, the past, the present, the future, Acapulco, Nevada, Canada, Florida, ancient Greece, Dairy Queen, Arby's, McDonalds (twice), an alien restaurant, the Hot Jones Factory, the Smarty Juice factory, an evil robot factory, Homeschool's brain, Strong Bad's brain, Strong Bad's computer, SRMX12's computer, SRMX12's animated version of the universe, Yonder Website, a Yonder Website game, a Yonder Website TV studio, the Stinkoman 20X6 game (twice), the 50K Racewalker game, a Power Rangers game, a Garfield game, a virtual solitaire game, a board game, a game show (twice), a review show (multiple times), Teen Girl Squad, a combination of every alternate universe, an alternate web series, the real world, pretty much everywhere else... You know what, I see what you mean. So, who's the job? Gankroar: I and the rest of the Celestial Guardians have recently received intel that one of the universes most infamous terrorists has been exploiting the populous of the Moon. The mooninites? Gankroar: Yes, if that's what people on Earth call the moonpeople. So wait, they aren't a bunch of Atari sprites that flip people off. Gankroar: Nah, they're more like armless green things with eyestalks that make bloopy noises whenever they're in danger. You mean like that guy we're about to hit? (Cut to behind the windshield where we see Nebulon hurdling towards the ship.) All: Ahhhhhh!!!! Nebulon: (Simultaneously) Ahhhhhh!!!!! {The spaceship hits Nebulon} Serves him right! Get outta here, Nebulon! No one likes your style. Nebulon: Tell me something I don’t know. Now, hold on everyone, even though Nebulon has no style/has no grace, he’s still important to the survival of the moonpeople. How? His existence makes sure nobody dies of happiness. That's right! I mean, give the poor, pathetic waste of space some credit! He may be an affront to all beings of the universe, and a disgrace to all that we know and love, but at least his absolute terribleness gives us hope that we'll never be as horrifying as he is! Exactly! His ugly face significantly boosts all of our self-esteem! Every morning I wake up, look in the mirror, and go, "hooray, I'm not Nebulon!". If you look at it that way, every day of your life is the best day you've ever experienced. Yep! This awful, demeaning, cretinous, disturbing, unlikable waste of consiousness does a lot of good in the universe, as surprising as it sounds! He's the lowest possible standard for what could possibly be considered a living being! No one will ever be less smart, handsome, or stylish than Nebulon, and that gives me hope for humanity! On the other hand, though... if anyone does become worse than Nebulon, you know they're absolutely horrific. But that's not possible, so we should be good for now. That's true. Thanks for being so disgustingly pitiful, Nebulon. Your immense inadequacy gives hope throughout the cosmos. Want to hit him with the spaceship again? Go for it. GANKROAR: {makes the "whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second!" pose} Whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second! {The audience cheers} What? GANKROAR: I think you're taking it a bit too far. Yeah, you're probably right. He's not mind-bogglingly useless and completely dim-witted with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. He's just regular useless and completely dim-witted with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. GANKROAR: There you go. Now let's get to the moon! Nebulon: A-hem! Gankroar: Oh, right. Cheeby, let Nebulon onto the ship. Cheeby: On it, Gankroar! {They beam Nebulon aboard} NEBULON: Beam me up, Scotty! GANKROAR: 1) I am. 2) My name is Gankroar. 3) Shut up. It's an Earth reference. GANKROAR: How does he know Earth references? NEBULON: I visit sometimes. How dare you. You're a disgrace to our whole planet. CHEEBY: Hey, I think I understood that reference. Star Wars, right? I... I am not going to respond to that. You know, they never actually said "Beam me up, Scotty" in any of the shows. The fate of the moonpeople is at stake. This doesn't feel like the most important conversation right now. {Nebulon enters the ship} NEBULON: Yeah, it does. You stay out of this. Nebulon: Whatever, sketcho. WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!? (Greg and Nebulon start fighting in a cloud of dust. Greg punches Nebulon out the window.) People, people, calm down. We need to focus on more important matters, like who the hell we're dealing with! Gankroar: Oh, that. Well, around a sun revolution ago, an unidentified life form crash-landed onto the moon and quickly enslaved the moonpeople, using them to build a massive structure before exiling them to a crater located near the moon's south pole. The moonpeople tried to send a distress signal to the Celestial Guardians, but due to the distance between the Milky Way and the Klanktor, we only recently received it. And to make matters worse, the life form that crashed turned out to be the spirit of the infamous galactic terrorist... Grindolo Warraki, accomplice to the Conqueror of Worlds! GRIN-DO-LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Gankroar: Are you familiar with him? Familiar with him? He tries to kill me on a regular basis! Wait, who's the Conqueror of Worlds? GANKROAR: That's the thing. I can't tell you. Hardly anything is known about the guy. We Celestial Guardians have gotten reports of planet conquerings, but anyone who sets foot on these planets is never heard from again. Mysterious. So... wait, does that mean Grindolo has a boss? GANKROAR: As of the last time we checked, yes. And when was the last time you checked? GANKROAR: 517 years ago. Oh. So, things could've changed since then, right? I mean, Grindolo was sealed in a cave most of that time. GANKROAR: Yes, I suppose something could have happened. But that's not relevant right now. We need to save the moon. Someone please tell me that Save The Moon is the name of a metal album. It will be after we liberate them moonpeople! (Cut to the ship speeding off, then cut to outside Grindolo's Castle.) Is Castle Grindolo almost finished, boss? Oh, it was finished months ago. Now I'm just adding extra bits for fun. Like that little tower bit on the top there. That wasn't there last week. Will it ever be 100% finished? Prolly not. At least not until I get tired of enslaving the moonpeople. Someone please tell me that Enslave the Moonpeople is the name of a metal album. It will be after we enslave them moonpeople! We already did. Oh. Then I guess we'd better get to work. Can anyone play guitar? I played trombone in high school. Perfect. (Killian walks into the room) Hey, boss, I need to ask you something. What is it this time? What'll we do with Eva's room now that she's gone? I don't know, put in a poison pit or something. Hate to break it to ya Boss, but there's no such thing as a poison pit. THEN WHY DON'T YA FRICKIN' MAKE ONE, KILLIAN?! Yes, sir! (Killian speeds off.) {Cut back to Gankroar's spaceship} GANKROAR: Since you helmeters are so familiar with Grindolo, perhaps it's best that you stay in the ship. No! We want to help liberate them moonpeople! Speak for yourself. Fine. I want to help liberate them moonpeople. Yeah, me too! GANKROAR: Fine. What if you put on, like, disguises or something? You have those? GANKROAR: Yeah. {takes out high-tech suits} They're like, high-tech shapeshifting suits that change your appearance to your will. Awesome! Let me try! {puts one on and turns into a pile of helmets} Look! I'm a hats! Me too! {puts one on and turns into Lusjelton} I've become sentient donut glaze! Oh man, I wanna eat myself so bad! Eww. Maybe someone should stop that from happening. Zascub? You want stop-Gfd-from-eating-self duty? No way. It was my turn yesterday. It's Coach E's turn today, remember? Guys, for real, relax. For real-ax. I eat myself on a regular basis! It's nothing to worry about. What do you mean? {chomp; pops out of existence} Ah. Of course he can do that. {Cut to the moon, where Killian on the phone} Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes? Yes! Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Definitely. Absolutely not. Yes. Bye. Thank you. Bye. I said bye. Shut up. {hangs up} {Gankroar's spaceship arrives and everyone walks out} GANKROAR: Is Grindolo here? Yeah. And you must be the poison pit installers I called for him a few seconds ago, right? GANKROAR: What?! No! We're trying to stop grumpy ol' Grindolo... {Pause} GANKROAR: ...from going another day without a pretty little poison pit. Precisely. Poison Providers, Incorporated, that's us! Great! We're thinking of putting it on the fifty thousandth floor. Ooh, nice catch. Gankroar: When you're in the business as long as I have, you'll have learned to improvise. What? Gankroar: Nothing. {Cut to Grindolo} Hey, Grins... Do not call me Grins. {electrocutes Killian} Ow. Hey, master... Yes, Kills? Do not call me Ki— wait, that actually sounds awesome. Nevermind. Keep calling me Kills. What did you want to tell me, Killian? It's Kills. I got the poison peoples you asked for. {Gankroar and co. walk in} Excellent. And you must be... GANKROAR: Gankerson. {gestures to Cheeby} And this is my associate, Manfred. CHEEBY: Hey, I wanted to choose my own name! GANKROAR: What did you want to choose? CHEEBY: Cheeby Smith. GANKROAR: That's just... that's not going to fool anybody. CHEEBY: I added a "Smith" at the end! Even though it's not even my real last name! GANKROAR: Fine. I'm Gankerson. He's Cheeby Smith. Wait, what was that whole thing about? GANKROAR: Oh, nothing. Uh, Cheeby here— CHEEBY: Cheeby Smith. You can't give away my identity! GANKROAR: Cheeby Smith is a bad guy like you, so he needs to protect his identity so as to not get caught by those pesky Celestial Guardians. Ah, wise decision. Those Celestial Guardians sure are pesky. One of them tried to stop my schemes the other day, so I killed him. He was kinda blue and green... GANKROAR: You killed Ghonkarr? Ye— how did you know his name? GANKROAR: He's my, uh, mortal enemy. Thanks for doing that. No problem. What of the rest of you? {deep voice} We're here to help put the poison in the thing. We're very important. {high-pitched voice} Yeah, we don't get paid enough. GANKROAR: Okay, Mr. Garbanzo, I'll give you a raise when we get back to our poison planet. How much? GANKROAR: A hundred moneys. Ooh, a hundred moneys? That's like... fourty thousand and three cents! Sounds good to me. Why do your voices sound familiar? {foreign accent} We get that a lot. We have very generic voices. Are you sure? I have never heard that accent before. I come from far away, home and native lands of, uh, Canada. Eh? Canada? Who's that? Never heard of it. No, it sounds like it's an abominable combination of accents from Australia, Sweden, Japan, Yonvarg-5, and the extradimensional vortex beyond the antimatter field. Ooh, that last place sounds cool. Yeah, I'm actually from there. No, they roll their Rs a bit less, and have a bit of a drawl, and tear open a space-time discrepancy within the fabric of reality with four of their eyelids when they enter into physical form inside the first-to-seventh dimensions. Okay, you got me. I'm from foreign land of... West-ish Czeghoffghanistandenslovakiagladeshraqia'apostrophesraelovakiastanesiasteinland. Ohhh, that makes sense. Very unsuspicious. The poison pit goes on the fifty thousandth floor. Get up there. {Cut to Gankroar, Cheeby, and the BODH in disguise on the fifty thousandth floor of Castle Grindolo.} How are we supposed to free the Moonpeeps? We have these shapeshifting holo-suits at our disposal, and we're inside Castle Grindolo against his knowledge. Perhaps we could use one or both of these things against him. Turn the tables somehow, you know what I mean? What are you suggesting? I'm not 100% sure yet. Maybe we could blow up the castle, and while Grindolo is distracted, we shapeshift into moonpeople and free everyone, or something to that effect. Or we could shapeshift into Grindolo and order the Unguraits to free everyone! The possibilites are endless! You're right. We have all the advantages in this scenario. We could go about this any number of ways, and it's practically a foregone conclusion that we'll succeed. This is great! It almost feels too easy. What do you mean? I'm saying it can't possibly be this devoid of risk. The other shoe is sure to drop at some point. Uh, speaking of shoes... What is it? We were running up these fifty thousand floors so fast, my shoe accidentally kind of slipped off and fell down the spiral staircase. Why didn't you tell us this sooner?! If Grindolo finds that shoe, he could find out we're here! We can finish our plan before the shoe stops falling, right? I mean, it's a huge staircase. It won't reach anywhere near the ground for a long time. {Cut to Grindolo at the bottom floor of his castle, the Pretender at his side.} This is working out perfectly. What is? The poison pit? No, the Broternal Order in my castle. I've got them right where I want them, and they don't have a clue. They're here? Where? Let me at 'em, boss! I can take 'em out! No, no, that is not what I want. Not yet. Leave them be. Simply knowing they're here gives us the advantage. It's always easiest to manipulate those who expect nothing. But... how do you know they're here? I haven't seen them. But you have. Do you recall the Poison Providers at our front door? That was them? That couldn't have been them. Those were way too intricate to be disguises. I mean, one of them was a pile of helmets, one was sentient donut glaze... You are aware that the Celestial Guardians are capable of holographic nanotechnology, correct? Yeah. What are you saying? The BODH don't work with the Celestial Guardians. I thought that at first too. That is, until I saw it. Fifteen strange species, none of which seemed to have any poison. That's enough for thirteen BODH members, a Celestial Guardian, and a Cheebian. How did you know one of them's a Cheebian? His fake name was Cheeby Smith. Cheebians are well known for being allies with the Celestial Guardians. Still, that could have been a coincidence. Not if you factor in the timeframe. We enslaved the moonpeople approximately a sun revolution ago. That is the exact time it takes for a distress signal to travel from here to the Klanktor. The Celestial Guardians, therefore, must be teaming up with the Order to free the moonpeople. You are smart. So you're absolutely sure the BODH is here? Ninety-nine percent. I don't have irrefutable evidence, so my speculations will have to do for now. {Gfd's shoe falls onto the floor.} Make that a hundred. It's the blue one's weird foot-shoe thing! What should we do with it? Send it to R&D, we may find some use for it. (Cut back to the disguised BODH.) So what's the plan again? We'll infiltrate the Unguraits' quarters disguised as Grindolo and his minions, and tell them to free the moonpeople for... legal reasons or something. After the Unguraits leave, we'll use Gankroar's antimatter bomb to blow up the castle, distracting Grindolo while we help free the moonguys, get them on our ship, and fly them to a safe planet. Sounds good! Disguises, everyone! {Honstlar changes his disguise to Grindolo, Gfd becomes the Pretender, and Greg becomes Mr. Dando. The rest turn into Unguraits. They leave the room.} {Cut to the Unguraits' quarters.} {Cut to another few Unguraits.} #208: Yeah, man. And after I was done torturing the rebellious civilians, the guy asked me to, get this, shine the Pretender's suit. Like with a little cloth and some spray. And I thought, man, that is a serious step down. #418: I know, right? {A holographic Grindolo and his minions walk in.} {as Grindolo} Attention, dumb minions! As you know, it is I, your master Grindolo! Mu-ha-ha-ha! I'm so evil! #208: What's the deal? You never come in here. What's so important? Due to... I dunno, legal reasons or something, we've been forced to evacuate the moonpeople. {as the Pretender; whispering} They have a disease. What? Say that they have a disease. The moonpeople have a disease, and we need to get them off our moon so we won't be affected. That's your current mission. Oh. Um. That can wait... I guess. Right now, getting the moonpeople to safety is our priority. #418: Why don't we just kill 'em? {as an Ungurait} If we kill them, their disease will spread through the air even faster. We must get them far away. Get them on the poison providers' spaceship, and we'll handle the rest. {Cut to the moonpeople toiling away, making moon bricks for the castle. The unguraits approach them.} MOONPERSON: AAHH!! Not the dungeon again! I met my quota this time, see? Over 7,256 bricks! MOONPERSON: You're... you're freeing us? Why? #113: Y'alls got some gnarly disease goin' on. We're sendin' ya off to infect those dumb Earthlings. #113: Whatever. Grindolo hates it, and what he hates, we hates. {Cut to the moonpeople boarding Gankroar's ship. Zoom out to reveal Grindolo watching it through a window.} So... you're sure you want to let them escape? They won't get far. Why not? I overheard their plan. They've put a Klanktorian antimatter bomb in the castle. That doesn't sound like a good thing. Oh, but it is. If I open a portal to their spaceship at the exact moment it detonates, the explosion will kill them instantly. You are so smart. So I've heard. What about the moonpeople? If they're on the ship, they'll die too. An unfortunate but necessary casualty. Besides, they no longer serve any purpose other than building expansions for my castle, which I'd say is expanded enough as is. The Unguraits can finish any incomplete construction. Our construction unit is already fixing the pipes on the 51,037th floor. Eight of them have died from hazardous working conditions and/or stress. The Broternal Order is about to die. I don't care how overworked our minions are. We shall cross all bridges when we come to them. {An Ungurait walks in.} Ah, #7896. Er... you are #7896, aren't you? Panicky. Oil. Ladybug. Ah, good. So you are #7896. No... no, not at all. What are you here for? Can you make room? We're evil. Give me everything they have. In particular... there should be a few technologically-advanced suits. I want you to give me those, above all else. The Broternal Order has always escaped our wrath before. If they manage it again this time, this Ungurait will provide the equipment required for our backup plan. You're so cool. {Cut to the moonpeople crammed onto Gankroar's ship. The disguised BODH approach.} Ah, excellent. {to the moonpeople} You will not infect my wonderful minions with your diseases, you sick weirdos! That's right! And I'm the Pretender! They know. You don't need to tell them, Pretender. Okay, good. Also, I'm not Gfd in a holographic suit! Shut up. {They get on the ship while the Unguraits stay behind.} I need to steer the ship to Earth. And these minions will help me. That won't be necessary, erm... what's your name again? Right. Jerbly. You're not coming because, uh... Because you're too important. Yes. That's right. These other Unguraits are expendable, so I don't care if they get infected or mutated or whatever. Exactly. I'm useless and disposable, which is why I'm coming along. Right. I, definitely the Pretender, am coming along because I have a thingy in my robot suit that protects me from germs and stuff. Me too. But it's invisible. Which is why you can't see it. Why? Everything's normal. I'm the Pretender. What's that supposed to mean? Gankroar! Let's get outta here! {The ship sputters for a moment, then shuts off.} Gankroar? GANKROAR: I'm trying! Maximum occupancy is a hundred. There are two hundred moonpeople crammed into this thing, and that's not even 20% of them. Then get some of them off the ship! We'll come back for them later. GANKROAR: That's nine more trips to the castle of a demonic spirit. And our covers are blown, which makes things even more difficult. We have to try! {Gankroar sighs, conflicted.} {Cut to Grindolo and the Pretender walking through the castle halls. The Pretender is holding a beeping device.} Okay, take a left... {they go left} No no, no no, now take a right. {they go right} No no, no no, now take a left. Give me that thing. {snatches away the device and looks at it} Of course. The fifty thousandth floor. Eva's room. {Cut to an empty room. Grindolo and the Pretender walk in, and Grindolo picks up a futuristic bomb.} It's set to go off in ten seconds. {creates a portal} Their urge to destroy will be their undoing. {He glances out the window and sees Gankroar's ship is leaving the moon. He tosses the bomb through the portal and it goes off, causing a gargantuan explosion of antimatter around the ship.} Klanktorian antimatter bombs completely annihilate all subatomic particles within a several yard radius. No object in this universe can survive its destruction. {He glances out the window again. The dust clears, revealing the ship is still flying away.} WHAT?! That ship shouldn't even exist anymore!! How did they— {sits down and sighs, putting his hand over his face} Of course. Every time. Every time. How did they survive though? I've stopped asking myself that. Somehow they just survive against all odds. They always do. {The ship glitches for a moment, then vanishes completely.} A hologram. Of course. {Cut to the inside of the ship, which still hasn't left the ground. They are no longer wearing their disguises.} {looking out the window} Whoa! Did you see that? Grindolo must've teleported the bomb to that holographic projection! GANKROAR: What I want to know is where that hologram came from. What do you mean? I thought that was you. {The land darkens as a shadow spreads across the moon. Suddenly, the windows flood the room with light, and everyone loses their balance.} Hey, the ship's moving. Did you get it to work? GANKROAR: No, I— I'm not doing that either. {looks at the light shining in from the windows} We're being beamed up. {Cut to the ship being beamed up by a massive circular spaceship. Cut to the inside, where the ship enters and everyone gets out.} GANKROAR: Wait. I recognize this. ROBOT VOICE: We knew you needed help. {A blue Gankroar-like robot emerges from the shadows.} GANKROAR: Teknar? {A large group of them walk in, all with different shapes and colors.} GANKROAR: Rodak! Tankron! You guys all came! How did you know? The distance of a distress signal from here to the Klanktor is— RODAK: We know. It's a funny story, actually... {The robots clear a path, and a familiar alien emerges from behind them.} NEBULON: So after I was punched out of your spaceship, I drifted through space for a bit. I passed by the moon, where I overheard Grindolo's plan, and just about then, a disembodied arm threw me into a wormhole! Of course it did. NEBULON: I ended up at the Klanktor, where I told these robot guys about the situation. We brought this ship through the wormhole, projected a hologram as a distraction, and now we're here! TANKRON: And so are they. GANKROAR: Who? {The rest of the moonpeople get beamed aboard.} TANKRON: Get the moonpeople to the transports. We'll send them through the wormhole and keep them at the Klanktor until their home moon is safe. GANKROAR: Safe from what? TANKRON: Us. {The vessel fires a blast at the castle, knocking down one of its towers. Cut to the inside.} The Celestial Guardians have arrived. Initiate flight protocol. On it. {types into a panel on his wrist} {Cut to the exterior. The castle begins to rise out of the ground. Pieces of it shift and move around until it looks like a spaceship. Thrusters on the back propel it toward the Klanktorian vessel.} GANKROAR: Great. They've got their own spacecraft. TEKNAR: That's exactly why we asked them to help. GANKROAR: Who? {Dozens of ships appear out of hyperspace. Limozeen's Space Machine, the Proud Anselmo, the Beef Stroganauts, Panda Bractice's Star Prancer, and multiple ships from alternate universes, including the games menu 20X6 ships, and Rumble Red's flying saucer.} {Cut to a shot of Grindolo's spaceship facing against the Klanktorian vessel and its many allies, the wormhole in the background illuminating the vast darkness of space.} GANKROAR: CHARGE! {All the spaceships shoot lasers at each other. Cut to Grindolo.} They brought more allies than I had anticipated. Perhaps it is time to call in some allies of our own... On it. {types into a panel on his wrist} {Suddenly, some menacing spaceships appear out of hyperspace, including Mitch Overlord's, Bozar's, and Master GD's.} Right on time. {Cut to the Klanktorian vessel. The evil ships approach.} Who are those? You brought in more help? GANKROAR: No. It appears Grindolo made alliances with a bunch of space villains. TEKNAR: I'll prepare the shuttles. {Dozens of small spaceships, all resembling Gankroar's, blast out of the vessel. Each one is piloted by a Celestial Guardian.} Can we get spaceships too? TEKNAR: I don't see why not. We still have some shuttles left. {The BODH fly out of the vessel in their own spaceships.} LARRY PALARONCINI: Let's beat these space baddies with the power of r-r-r-rock! {A giant electric guitar comes out of the Space Machine, firing sound waves at Mitch Overlord's spaceship.} MITCH OVERLORD: It's... too metal... {Mitch's spaceship explodes.} RUMBLE RED: We don't have rumble-rock and rumble-roll on my planet, riggidy-rumble. SCRAMBLE DAN: Me neither, scramble scramble. SB undefined Strap! Activate sound effects CD! We'll bombard the enemy communications with "body in a wagon" and "baseball in repose"! {The Cheat noises} SB undefined What do you mean it only works with Beastie Boys? What's the Proud Anselmo doing here? I thought SBASAF was made up. SB undefined I got The Ch— Strap to infuse the cardboard-alloy with hyperfuel. So now we've got a functioning spaceship, like we totally always did before. Works for me. But what about Panda Bractice? MARTA: We've already flown a spaceship. Remember that one Easter egg from that Halloween episode? No. MARTA: I figured as much. {The two sides continue shooting lasers at each other.} {Cut to the Klanktorian vessel. Celestial Guardians are performing scans on Grindolo's spaceship.} RODAK: I've found a weak point in the enemy craft. CLANKARR: Good. Alert our allies. {Rodak starts a holographic transmission.} RODAK: Grindolo's spaceship's weak point is its center cannon. If a laser blast is shot into the cannon, the effect of the blast spreads and the whole thing breaks apart. {Cut to Honstlar piloting his ship.} I think they know that. RODAK: How do you know? {Cut to a fleet of enemy ships guarding the ship's main cannon.} Just a hunch. {The BODH's ships gather together.} We need a plan. Our most efficient strategy is to shoot Grindolo's main cannon, but it's being guarded by his entire fleet. Then shoot the ships. It's not that easy. Grindolo's fleet is equipped with shields. Can we disable the shields? {typing} The fleet is connected to a remote control system inside Grindolo's ship. If this system is activated, all ships can be controlled from one panel. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage. So, we have to enter Grindolo's ship and activate a panel to turn the shields off? That's what I said. Once the shields are down, we'll have a few seconds to blast through the fleet and shoot a laser into the main cannon. But if we take too long, security measures will be initiated. But whoever activates the panel will still be inside the ship. I... haven't figured out that part yet. I'll volunteer. Any opportunity to take down Grindolo. Are you sure you're up to this? You'll need to infiltrate Castle Grindolo in spaceship form, navigate to the control panel, and escape before we blow it up. I can probably do that. {Honstlar flies toward the main ship, and lands his ship in a docking area.} Oh right, I still have these disguises. {He puts on a holographic disguise suit, and turns into an Ungurait.} Neat. {Cut to Honstlar waddling through the halls, until he bumps into another Ungurait.} What... Dave? Dave, there you are! It's been so long! What? Yes. I'm Dave. Come on, man, we gotta catch up after all this time! Let's go to the cafeteria. Have you heard they sell those little pudding cups now? Uh, I'm kinda busy. Grindolo ordered me to, uh, use the... fleet control panel thingy. That can wait. Where've you been all this time, man? Uh, Tanzania. Sweet. What for? Oh, you know. Evil... Ungurait stuff. I bet. This has been awesome, man, but... you got stuff to do. See you 'round. Yes. You as well. {winces} {Honstlar keeps walking until he reaches the control room door. He fails to open it, and begins a holographic transmission with his suit.} Psst... guys? The control room is locked. I dunno what to do. You're in a castle-ship crawling with minions who probably know everything. Ask someone. Just go up and ask an Ungurait?! That's... not a bad idea, actually. {Cut to the cafeteria, where the Ungurait is enjoying a pudding cup. Honstlar walks up to him.} Uh... hi... you. DAVE!! Showin' up fashionably late, as per usual. Yeah, yeah. Uh... so hey, do you know how to enter the, uh, fleet control room? Ha ha! Oh man, Dave. Always with the funnies. You still got it, man. Um... ha ha. Yeah. That was a funny joke. But seriously though, how do I get inside? Pff, beats me, man. Don't got the security clearance for that biz. What, you got a promotion or some'n? Yes, uh, yeah. I've been promoted to... Supreme... Overlord of... Ungurait Stuff. Sweet, sweet. Oh, and, um... can you direct me to someone who can help? For total. That dude with the badges over there? He's the Less Supreme Overlord of Ungurait Stuff. Great, and thanks, and bye. {Honstlar approaches another Ungurait.} Whaddaya want? Uh, hello. I'm Dave, I think. And, uh... I was just wondering, how do you enter the fleet control room again? What for? Oh, you know, Grindolo wanted me to reinforce the shields or something. There's a huge space battle going on out there. Y'need voice authorization from a qualified Ungurait like myself. C'mon. {They walk to the control room door.} Voice identification: Killian. {The door opens and the two enter. Grindolo and the Pretender are inside, controlling the main ship.} Eep. Ah, hello... Dave, is it? What are you doing in the control room? He told me you ordered him to raise the shields. {remembers} Oh... yes, I did order that. Thank you, Killian. Please leave. {Killian leaves and closes the door.} S—s—s—s—so... uh, d— do you need— n—need me to, um... {clears throat} raise the shields? B— boss? That won't be necessary, Honstlar. {pauses, then sputters incomprehensibly for a moment} Uh, ha ha, that's funny, boss. I'll be going now. Yes... {turns toward Honstlar menacingly} you will be going. {Grindolo pulls out a fireball} You'll be going directly to Hell, Waddler! WHAT!? How did you know it was me? Do you really need to ask? I'm a highly intelligent thousand-year-old magic spirit with a bunch of neat powers. Even if I couldn't sense your presence, your trembling gave it away. I know you came here to lower the shields of my fleet so your friends can fire a blast into the center cannon. That's, uh... not... true. In fact— {Honstlar is hit by a fireball.} OWW! That's not fair! I wasn't finished talking! My apologies. Are you done? Yes. Good. {Grindolo ignites flames in both his hands and scorches Honstlar... until suddenly, Celestial Guardians burst through the door.} GANKROAR: Hey, Grindolo. Why don't you pick on someone your own size? TEKNAR: Yeah, what he said! CELESTIAL GUARDIANS?! OH CRAP! {Gankroar blasts Grindolo across the room. Clankarr shoots a beam, but Grindolo opens a portal and sends it back.} CLANKARR: Ow, my robod! GANKROAR: Honstlar! Now! {Honstlar sprints to the control panel.} Gosh. That's an impressive collection of buttons. Which one I'm s'posed to press? GANKROAR: {looking at a hologram while fighting} Hold down the— ow! —the red button in the top-right corner— take THIS! —to activate remote fleet control on the right side of the panel. You will then gain access to the fleet's shields through the— oomph! —the, uh, blue-gray lever in the bottom-right corn— rrgh! —er. Which lever? There's four. GANKROAR: The third one from the right, I believ— TAKE THIS, YOU DUMB GHOST!! —e. Gotcha. So the... uh, green button in the right corner? {presses the button} GANKROAR: No, I said the red button. Oh. {Cut to the space battle. The enemy fleet stops in their tracks.} What happened? They all stopped. Either Honstlar is messing up the plan, or he's a genius. {Cut back to the control room.} GANKROAR: You just activated remote piloting. Now you control the enemy fleet. That's— ow, my leg! —not what I was planning, but it might work. Great. So I control them with the steering wheel? {turns the wheel} GANKROAR: NO, NO, that controls the main ship! {Cut back to space. Grindolo's spaceship begins spinning.} Yep, Honstlar is messing up the plan. Maybe he's just trying spinning. After all, that's a good trick. With the ship spinning, I can't get a good aim on the main cannon. {Cut back to the control room. Gankroar is struggling to fight off Grindolo.} GANKROAR: {into a speaker} This is Gankroar to Vessel 8. Requesting backup. {More Celestial Guardians enter the room. Gankroar runs to the control panel.} GANKROAR: Here, I'll do it. {lowers the fleet's shields} {Cut back to space.} Enemy shields are down. We have a clear shot at the main cannon. No we don't, the thang ding's still spinning. Use the force, Greg! Judging by its current momentum, if you fire at coordinates 33.8,-84.4 during the 0.4-second interval in which the ship rotates at a 116-degree angle relative to the moon, the blast will fire through the fleet and directly into the main cannon. Accounting for cosmic turbulence, of course. English, please. Or even Spanish. I don't actually know Spanish, but it'll still be easier to understand. A juzgar por su impulso actual, si— I was joking. Just explain it in normal words. Okay... now. DIE, YOU! {EDITED Video Greg shoots a blast. It goes through the enemy fleet and into the main cannon.} Did it work? {shrugs and vocalizes an apathetic mumble of uncertainty} {Cut to the inside. Grindolo has gained the upper hand against the Celestial Guardians. Suddenly, an alarm goes off.} Space drat! What is it this time? {brings up a hologram of the ship} Interference with the main cannon. The whole castle is fit to burst in a couple seconds. {Everything begins blowing up and falling apart.} NO!! Castle Grindolo! You were my favorite castle I ever had! {looking out the window mournfully as the room bursts into flames} Well, my friends... it's been a good one, but now it's time to say goodbye... {Cut to the outside of the ship. A large fiery explosion erupts from the center, breaking the ship into pieces. A second shockwave of the explosion disintegrates the remaining pieces, with blast-wavy Saturn rings surrounding the fiery debris.} Rest in peace, Honstlar. You made excellent sourdough bread. Let it be known that he died in a big, fiery ball that was visible from space. Because it was in space. {through a speaker} You're right. I do make good sourdough bread. Honnie? {Cut to Honstlar aboard the Klanktorian vessel.} Thank grabness for Klanktorian teleportation technology! And cheap deaths! {Cut back and forth between the different ships.} Hooray! Honstlar's alive! And we destroyed Castle Grindolo! And we liberated the moonfolk! GANKROAR: Unfortunately, Clankarr didn't survive the past. He was one of our finest Celestial Guardians, and he will forever be remembered in— Woo hoo! Let's celebrate our success! We'll go have a party on Earth! You throw dance party at me, and I will reciprocate! GANKROAR: {sigh} Never mind. Moonperson #1: Excellent work, Celestial Guardians! You have freed our people from certain demise. Or more accurately, certain perpetual-construction-of-a-castle-for-some-undead-prick. Moonperson #2: How can we ever repay you? GANKROAR: We have some job openings over at the Klanktor. Would you guys be interested? MOONPERSON #16: I know I am! MOONPERSON #941: Me too! MOONPERSON #137: I'm not. GANKROAR: Well, seeing as Grindolo is no longer a threat to your moon, you're free to return to your homes if you'd like. Or you may come with me to the Klanktor. It's your choice. MOONPERSON #508: Hooray! {Cut to Grindolo, the Pretender, Mr. Dando, and a few remaining Unguraits walking through the Field.} Thank goodness you teleported us off that ship before it exploded. Yes. And thank goodness for cheap deaths, as well. Of course, with Castle Grindolo gone, we're going to need a new base of operations... That won't be a problem. My house is somewhere around here. Excellent. Only problem is, it's right next door to those rambling roustabouts. Even excellent-er. We won't have to travel down to Earth whenever we want to kill them. We can simply walk next door. This is perfect. {They arrive at Mr. Dando's house.} Wait. This is your house?! Where are the turrets? The parapets? The spiky towers? The perpetual storm clouds and lighting? I said house, not supervillain lair. Very well. I suppose we'll just have to do some remodeling. {Grindolo magically turns the house into a smaller version of Castle Grindolo.} There. It's a start. What do we do now, boss? Pretender... do you remember the Klanktorian holograph suits the Order disguised themselves with? Yeah. Why? {Grindolo presses a holographic button, and transforms into Honstlar.} I have a plan. {Cut to a black screen reading "TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE".}
 * 1) 3184: And de udda day, I ovahoid da boss talkin' 'bouts addin' a poison pit tah da fifty tous'nth flooah! That's gotta cost a wad o' moolah, woul'nit? Why can't he put dose funds t'wards takin' care of 'is own minions?
 * 2) 5408: I'm terribly sorry, Ricky, but I can barely understand you. You don't need to overdo your accent in a text script like this. Just makes it hard to read.
 * 3) 3184: Wait, people are readin' dis? I'm famous! Hi, mom!
 * 1) 1987: We've all been there, my friend. I mean, I have a pretty high ranking in the business, and just last week I was mopping up the dungeon floor.
 * 2) 7256: {walking in} Hey, has anyone seen Fred?
 * 3) 1987: Oh, yeah, Grindolo killed him. He didn't repair the cable fast enough.
 * 4) 7256: Huh. I was gonna wish him happy birthday, but whatever. Stuff happens.
 * 1) 1987: What about repairing the cyclotron?
 * 1) 5585: Nah, man. We gotta get y'all outta here.
 * 1) 5585: Lanyard, you're an Earthling. We're all from Earth.
 * 1) 5585: True that. Now get them into the poison providers' spaceship.
 * 1) 7896: Ding dong. Ding dong, yo.
 * 1) 7896: That's me.
 * 1) 7896: Smell. Voracious. Tawdry. Null.
 * 1) 7896: What's with the passcode? Is there a security breach?
 * 1) 7896: The spacecraft will not fit all the moonpeople. Are there any other crafts we could use?
 * 1) 7896: Well, there are a lot of supplies, but the poison providers need those.
 * 1) 7896: Righto.
 * 1) 7896: Gotcha, sir. {walks off}
 * 1) 7896: Uh, hey boss, why are you getting on the ship with 'em? And why are those Unguraits comin' with you?
 * 1) 7896: But boss, I can fly a spaceship. I fly home to Earth for lunch every day. Let me help!
 * 1) 7896: Jerbly.
 * 1) 7896: But what about the Pretender and Mr. Dando? They're not expendable, are they?
 * 1) 7896: Something feels wrong about this.
 * 1) 7896: Coal. Morose. Wholesale. Ajar.
 * 1) 7896: Impostors. I knew it. Where is Grindolo?