We have failed to recreate the musical magic of the B.E.R.
I ain't about to give up on Cyborg.
There's a way in. I knows it.
Sure, the song.
But it's trapped with Cyborg in the other world.
And none of those famous musicians we visited would help us recreate it.
Don't you remember what Cyborg said?
That music lives in all of us, yo.
We's been imbooted with it.
So, that's why it's been stuck in my head for so long?
That's right, yo.
So alls we gots to do is listen to the universe, baby.
It's gonna resonate with the music in our hearts
and tell us how to get Cyborg back,
with, like, some kind of sign or something.
Just open your ears and listen to what the universe is saying.
B. E. R.
It isn't working.
We're no closer to finding Cyborg.
Oh, if only we had the clue.
It's hopeless.
It's not fair. I won't have my best dude anymore.
We still have most of the each others.
Yeah, four out of five.
Not bad, not bad at all.
I just wants my bro.
Perhaps we can be the bros to you.
Uh-uh.
Meatball party!
Who wants meatballs?
Not doing it for me, mama.
Hoo-ya!
It's not the same.
I can't stay here no more. I gots to go.
When will you be back?
When I find myself, mama.
Oh, there I am. Hi.
Hello there, pretty boy. You're so cute. Aw.
Joy! You have found yourself!
Does this mean you are doing the staying?
No. I still gots to find myself
in a "not a reflection in the window" kind of way.
Good luck.
Pick up some milk on your way back.
Ahhh!
You're more resourceful than I thought.
With this song, I can do anything.
Anything but escape.
Now, give me the song.
- Never! This song belongs to B.E.R. - No.
40% to Carl Burnett...
Do not say those names.
- 40% to Franklin Enea... - Enough!
And a sweet, sweet 20% to William J. Regan!
100% to me!
Ahhh!
Is your life truly worth a song
inspired by the sounds of the '80s?
My life is the sounds of the '80s! Ahhh!
You fool.
Now go.
Uh, man, I gots no idea where I'm at.
Great.
Dirty pigeon.
Titans Tower, Robin speaking.
Yo, Rob, it's me.
Uh, I got lost and crashed the car trying to find myself.
Can you pick me up?
Where are you?
I said I'm lost, fool!
Well, if you want a ride you're going to have to find yourself.
How's am I supposed to find myself
if I don't knows where I'm at?
- Uh. - Need a lift?
So, what brings you to these parts?
Just, uh, taking some time off.
You know, chilling out to the max, relaxing all cool.
You ain't got the look of a man on his leisure hours.
How can you tell?
The eyes, man.
When I look at you, I see the story in your eyes.
What? You know the song?
What song?
Uh, never mind.
Anyway, if you got a problem, it might help to talk it out.
My best bro Cyborg disappeared forever.
When me and him was doing things, I knowed who I was
and where I was going.
But now he's gone and so,
I gots to find myself.
I don't know if I can help you find yourself,
but I can help you get back on the road.
I'm Billy.
Beast Boy.
Let me tell you a story, little machine man.
Once, long ago,
I had created a kingdom without rival.
No one dared challenge me.
But then, they came.
Three astral beings, born from the collision of 1,000 planets
and imbued with the power of stardust.
B.E.R.
Together, they created a sound more powerful than any.
The Night Begins to Shine gave birth to an entirely new reality,
warping space and time around itself.
For millennia, no one dared to challenge me,
my power was so great.
And yet, their song left me helpless as a newborn babe.
They were too radical.
From that day forward, the night would always shine in this land.
But B.E.R. feared what might happen
if the song fell into the wrong hands.
My hands.
So, they sealed it within a cassette tape
and hid it away from this world.
And then, like that, B.E.R. disappeared
as quickly as they had come.
I never thought I'd hear that song again,
but you brought it right to me.
Now, I'll use it to take back what is mine.
You're wasting your time!
B.E.R. will just stop you again.
Fool, they're in hiding.
No one will find them.
B.E.R. is gone forever.
Dang pigeon. Quit buggin', yo.
Whoa! Is this you?
That was me.
That was another time.
Crazy bird. Wow, cool guitar.
You play?
Not anymore.
You dang pigeon!
Stop bumping into all these important items from Billy's past!
Whoa! You're in a band?
I was in a band.
Hold up, yo.
All these items and things is, like,
evidence that maybe you're more than what you seem.
I'm just a humble man with an auto repair shop,
or my name ain't William J. Regan.
Wait! You's William J. Regan?
- Dang it. - I can't believe it, dude.
You're the sweet, sweet 20% of Bear!
- Bear? - The band you were in. Bear!
- Yeah, Bear. - No, no. B.E.R.
I knows how to spell Bear.
You gots to help me get back into that world and save my bro.
I can't.
Come on, man. Just play that song.
I told you, I'm not about that anymore.
I knows you's all about it.
Music lives in the heart, yo.
And I know yours is still beating.
You don't understand. I swore an oath to never return.
Bro, you can't just make something beautiful
and then turns around and abandon it.
You gots a responsibility, yo.
That's way more important than some oath.
You're right.