After countless experiments, all tests prove negative.
No enhanced abilities, no physical mutations, no nothing!
It seems you will never become anything more than a mere monkey!
Monkey, this is Agent Honeydew.
Help us!
Monkey, hear my thoughts.
We need you Monkey. Hurry!
Oh Monkey, we knew you'd come!
To your very own Birthday Barbeque!
Surprise~!
Happy Birthday!
Kronk make Monkey special drink, but Kronk is thirsty.
Gentlemen, get it!
Oh, silly me! I nearly forgot.
Uh, Living Bullet, would you be a dear and pass the mustard?
Mustard?
I don't see it.
Ketchup's missing, too.
Who's that?
- Hey, he's got our sauces! - ... that he is.
Hey, nobody invited you!
You're right, Monkey!
That silvery swindler has comandeered our condiments!
Him take ketchup and mustard, too!
Oh no you don't! It's your birthday, Monkey. Relax, have a drink.
This isn't a matter of global security.
All ships, scramble, scramble!
Alpha Wing in pursuit, over.
Stop!
Go no further.
Your efforts are in vain.
I, am the Silver Spooner!
Culinary guide for, herald of, and personal valet to:
Master
His Most Cosmic Colossus-ness
Barbequor:
Eater of Worlds!
Jumping.. catfish.. !
The Master has chosen Planet Earth for his main course!
So... Let the feast begin!
Oh yeah? We got your feast right here!
Get 'em, boys!
Ohohohoho...
The Master has ways of dealing with insects like you.
Lookit that light.
I don't know whatr it is, but I feel strangely drawn towards it.
On your mark...
get set for the Three- Legged Potato Sack Race!
Go~!
Sorry, Monkey.
Kronk make it up to Monkey in Pie Eating Contest!
Day still young... ?
Time fade when having fun.
Noo.. !
Something's happening to the Sun!
Oh no, Monkey!
It's your birthday!
We'll handle this.
Justice Friends, assemble~!
Major Glory,
Fantome, Miss Spell
Capital G,
Snowman!
Huh?
Oh no, I'm cool.
Tiki Torch,
Living Bullet.
her majesty!
Googoogaga.
Aw, hecks.
Oh, say, can you see as he rubs our red glare?
At-ttack.. !
Now what?
Ugh, not more pests!
Kronk say Monkey freaking greatest!
Monkey has best power!
Ahhhh!
The Justice Friends have fallen!
Aw... Kronk.. love... Monkey!
It's up to Monkey, now.
And it's up to you to drive Kronk home.
Stop!
You're faaaar too late!
Even now, my Master, is preparing his planetary shish-kebab.
Mmhmph, nah, don't go there.
You puny Earthlings have bothered the Master long enough!
Now...
Let him feeeed.
Judy Garland, where!
Ooh!
Once again, Monkey, we thank you for saving our solar system.
But uh... could you do us one last favour?
Uhh... here!
Uh no, over there!
No! That not Kronk's house!
Uhhhhh.. maybe this not right street?
Okay, okay, okay...
Uhhhh.. sorry!
Maybe is right street next block?
Uh, uhm, it's maybe the block after that.. ?