Yo! Did somebody move the kitchen?
The kitchen should be where it is the always.
Well, it ain't.
It's gone.
My room.
The elevator.
Our world is doing the disappearing.
I'm freaking out, dude!
Titans, we need to get out of here!
Aah! There ain't nowhere to run.
- What's that way? - I don't know.
We have never gone the that way before.
We don't have a choice. Go! Go, go!
Where are we?
They are the obsessed with us.
What kind of creeps have pictures of us hanging everywhere?
Guys, I feel like we're being watched.
The Titans? What are you guys doing here?
We ran the way we have never gone before
and ended up in this smelly dungeon.
Yeah, smells pretty bad, doesn't it?
You get used to it after a while, though.
All right, tells us who you is
and who's all these other people is, too.
My bad, dude. I'm Pete.
And this is the crew. Check it.
We got Peggy and Luke. Here you got Prez.
Over there, that's Eric, Jerry, Chuck.
You got Battle, Pablo, Marina and Anand.
And here you got Keef, Trevor, E. Rock,
Candi, Sandra and Erin.
Oh, and Sacco.
What up, Sacco?
And here you got Camp, James and Stone.
Over there, that's Pringle, Hype, Romero.
You've got Caps, Zach and Rob.
Jeff, Adriel and Nick.
And over there is Sam, he runs the studio.
Get back to work!
You got it, boss.
So, why do you have pictures of us all over the place?
- We make you. - You make us what?
'Cause I want a sandwich.
No, no, no, no, no. We make you.
We make Teen Titans Go!
It's a cartoon. You do know that, right?
Oh, I see.
We's a cartoon.
Of the course.
Cool, cool.
We're cartoons!
I'm having an existentialist crisis, yo!
Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!
We ain't real! We ain't even real!
I feel as though I exist as a fully formed person,
but, clearly, that is not the case!
Titans, I know this revelation is troubling,
but we have a mission. Stay focused!
All of my memories are lies!
Jump City is disappearing.
If you really do make the show,
then you have the power to restore our world.
Well, we're supposed to be making our 200th episode.
So, get to work, fool!
We can't. We need a script.
And Michael and Aaron haven't turned one in.
Can't you just do it yourselves?
Us? Nah.
Michael and Aaron created your show.
Without them, we're lost.
They are very important.
Ha, ha, ha!
Nah, nah, nah, nah. I'm kidding. Everybody's replaceable.
Then why do you not replace them?
Because we love the break.
We've been working nonstop for 199 episodes.
It's a very aggressive schedule.
If Michael and Aaron don't write a story,
our world will cease to exist.
We need to find them.
Check the studio. They were supposed to record your voices today.
Our voices?
And then he was like... And I was like, "What?" He was, "Yeah."
And he was still like, "What?" -For real.
Is any of you fools' names Michael or Aaron?
Who? -He's talking about the writers.
- Who? - The writers.
You know, those awkward guys, usually sit over there,
the one who's always doodling with his head down.
The other always has his head hiding in his hoodie.
Oh, yeah, the awkward guys.
Um, no, they haven't been around.
Maybe Greg and Tara have seen them.
Greg. Tara.
- Tara, how do I look? - You look good.
My hair looks fresh today.
You look cute.
Will you stop that?
Chill, bro.
What you put out into the universe is what you get back.
That Greg seems like a cool dude.
They're all cool. And they sound so familiar.
That's because we're your voices. Check it out.
Me. You.
I'm Scott. Titans, go!
Hi. I'm Tara.
You do mu voice? You don't sound like me.
I'm versatile.
I used to do this voice a lot.
Yeah, I wish you'd seen it.
In Pretty Pegasus.
Whoa.
Whose voice does you do?
Yours, fool.
What's your real voice sound like though?
What're you talking about, Beast Boy?
This is my reals voice.
Weird.
I very much enjoy the shoes.
Thanks. I just got 'em. I'm Hynden.
Don't take my picture.
Can you say it?
- Say what? - You know.
- You mean "shabalo-boo-boo"? - No...
- You mean "shabalaba-ding-dong"? - No, man.
- You mean... - Will you stop that?
We need to find Michael and Aaron before it's too late.
Wish we could help you.
I think you know more than you're letting on.
You're calling us liars?
Maybe I am.
No one calls us liars.
Security.
Ugh!
Ow.
I believe I had a staff when I came in!
Ah.
I've been able to uncover more information on Michael and Aaron.
Here's a photo.
- Yikes! - Ew.
I know. They're very hard to look at.
But look we must.
That's why I brought us to San Pedro,
where Michael is from.
Now let's see if anyone's home.
Yo, Michael, open up.
We know you're in there, man.
You are not the Michael.
I am Albert. I am Michael's father.
And this is Puno, Tutu, Louis and cat is Zoli.
And who is this little rascal?
The pigeon don't have a name.
Why would you name a pigeon?
He makes the good point.
Can't argue with that logic.
Are you hungry? I make it for you, shrimps and prime rib.
Uh, no thanks.
We just need to know where Michael is.
Michael!
He is not here for you. What is the problem?
We just founds out we're not real.
It is the upsetting.
I tell you something. You listen.
It does not matter if you are real, or imaginary.
Is what you believe you can do.
My son, he wants to be a writer.
I say that is a fantasy.
I tell him, "Get a real job.
"Work on the docks, be a longshoreman."
But, now, he's a writer.
Even fantasy can be real, if you believe.
I can't understand a word this dude says.
I think he was saying something uplifting, maybe.
Do you know where Michael and Aaron are?
I ask you question first.
Why does Aaron's name
come before my son's in the credits?
We don't know. Maybe Aaron does most of the work.
What? You call my son is lazy?
Titan's retreat! Retreat!
You come back. I make it, shrimps and prime rib for you.
Man, that dude's pigeons are fierce.
Got me right here.
You have the ghost hand.
Aah! We's fading from existence. Aah!
Just like in Back to the Future.
Whoa. That means if we can't find those two lazy hack-writers
and get them to write a script
we'll stop existing completely.
Then we better hurry up and find Aaron!
Oh. You must be Aaron's son.
Yo, where's your dad at?
He's pooping.
And who is this?
That's my sister, Stella. She's shy.
Will you play with me?
We're kinda busy.
Lets play Fight the Bad Guy.
You be the bad guy and I'll fight you.
We are not the bad guys.
I know. It's pretend.
You're just for pretend.
Pretend. Pretend.
Pretend?
That's all we are. Make-believe.
Well, you can be a little bit pretend,
but that means you're a lot real.
Can you just tell us where you dad is?
I told you, he's pooping.
Oh, poop.
I'm a dinosaur.
How did he do that?
The power of make-believe.
It's stronger than I thought.
I got you.
- I got you again. - Aah!
Aah!
That is not the fair.
Bite!
- Bite, bite. - Aah!
Oof!
I'm a gramasaur.
All our leads have been dead-ends.
What will happen if we cannot find them in the time?
This.
We seem to be stable again.
Not for much longer if we can't find Michael and Aaron.
Them fools is in the wind, yo.
We ain't never gonna find 'em.
I think this calls for a last meal.
This place sure is filled with a bunch of sad sacks.
Yeah, look at these fools!
They be eating sourdough loaf and them big sandwiches.
How much bread do you need?
It's them!
You're Aaron Horvath!
Oh, good. The Titans are here.
And you're Michael Jelly-neck.
Jelenic.
- Yellow neck. - Jelenic.
Jelenic.
You's the guys who make us?
This can't be them!
They are putting me under the whelm.
These are the guys that control our destiny?
You think we control you?
Ha! You control us!
Our whole lives revolve around you guys.
We've been making one episode a week
for 199 weeks.
That is a very aggressive schedule.
- What could be better than making us? - Spending time with my kids.
They are the cute.
Come on. How hard can it be?
All you do is write fart jokes!
Those fart jokes come from character.
But if you don't write a new script,
the Teen Titans will no longer exist!
That's not true.
The Teen Titans will live forever.
You know, as reruns.
There's also the comics.
So, that's it.
That's all you have to say?
Can we get more bread?
Okay, cool. Thanks for nothing.
Who knew the guys who controlled us were such jerks?
Too bad we don't control them.
That's it. We need to control them!
But we are just the make-believe.
And they are the real.
Haven't you learned anything today?
Make-believe becomes real if you believe in it enough!
All we have to do is write an episode
about Michael and Aaron writing the 200th episode.
And then we'll continue to exist!
That plan makes the pain in my head.
That's real meta.
I once met a dog.
No, Beast boy. Meta means...
Ugh, never mind.
Guess what?
You two are about to become stars of your own animated episode!
- That's fine. - Okay. Hmm. Whatever.
I... I'm not really interested in anything.
- You know, I don't care. - At all. That's fine.
Charming.
This is for real Jelly-neck's office?
It's got that dungeon-chic vibe.
If we're going to make an episode,
we're going to have to do it just like they do it.
And this is where they come up with all the stories for our show.
How can they write so many episodes
about food in a place that makes you lose your appetite?
Ugh!
Wait a minute.
If this is Michael's office, where does Aaron sit?
The filth...
Forget the mess!
We have to come up with a story about them writing the 200th episode!
I have the idea.
It all begins on the dark and the stormy night.
Lightning the booms!
Michael and Aaron sit at the desk, and then...
They write the story.
Uh, I don't know, Star.
That don't sound like it's gonna have enough farts.
Beastie's right.
If we're gonna tell a good story, we're gonna need more flatulence.
True. That's how Michael and Aaron do it on our show.
Hmm...
How about Michael and Aaron eat too many vegetables
and every time they think of an idea, they fart.
I like where this is going!
Oh, yes! The creative juices are the flowing, now!
Warner Ranch, day! Enter Michael and Aaron,
their bellies filled with gas.
From eating too many vegetables.
Okay, Michael and Aaron, sorry about the issue with the drive-on passes.
Anyway, we've got a great script, let's take it from the top.
And don't forget to have fun with it.
Mmm-mmm.
I sure enjoyed our veggie lunch.
I sure hope this helps lower my cholesterol.
Oh, no! My tum-tum.
Okay. That was, uh, great.
Now, just a couple of notes.
First, your voice sounds terrible.
Can you make them sound less grating and more pleasant?
Uh... Uh, that's how we talk.
How unfortunate. Okay.
Uh, then, can you at least be louder?
You know, like how you make us scream all the time?
Like that. Okay. From the top.
I sure enjoyed our veggie lunch!
Louder!
I hope this helps lower my cholesterol!
Oh, no, my tum-tum!
The louder.
Louder.
Louder, fools!
My throat is bleeding.
It hurts.
That's great, guys.
We just want to adjust to these character designs a little bit.
Yeah. We wants to make them look as dumb as you made Robin look.
So, we're gonna need to make their heads a lot bigger.
We said, big!
The bigger. The bigger!
Now, make them look dumb. You know, like...
Uh, I'm Michael and I'm Aaron,
and I think I'm so funny, but I'm not.
Wonderful!
Yo, guys. I took a look at your script.
This is gonna be impossible to animate.
Don't worry about it, Pete. The crew will take care of it.
Your script isn't producible. It's a mess!
Pfft. We'll just figure it out as we make it.
Yeah, it's a cartoon,
not a science rocket.
Here's your episode. I'mma be real with y'all.
There's some problems.
Is being too good a problem?
Boom!
Oh!
I think make-believe is about to become a reality.
Veggie lunch. Lunch, lunch...
My cholesterol.
Mmm-mmm! I sure enjoyed our veggie lunch!
I hope it helps lower my cholesterol!
Oh, no! My tum-tum!
Mmm-mmm!
- My tum-tum. - Veggie lunch.
Oh, no, my cholesterol.
Comedy gold!
Oh, no. Why are we still doing the fading?
Because this is bad, Star.
Make-believe only becomes real if you put your heart and soul into it.
So, you're saying we just can't hack it out?
Okay. New plan.
Redo the whole thing with heart and soul.
Nah, man. You had your shot.
Listen, Pete. We're not asking.
Security.
So, how did the episode go?
Not so good, I bet.
Yo, it stank, man.
I can't believe you've made a 199 good to mediocre ones.
It was a lot of work for one terrible one.
We're exhausted. Plus, now we have to hear from haters on the internet.
This show ruined my childhood.
Maybe now you can understand where we're coming from.
You can't give up on us!
We're as much a part of you as you are of us!
What are you gonna do instead? Get real jobs?
We'd love to help you, but if we did this one,
then we'd have to do another one and then another one,
it would never stop. It's a...
Very aggressive schedule.
The only scenario I can imagine us doing the 200th episode
is if we could put ourselves and our families in it.
But, that seems so self-indulgent.
Yeah, something like that would push the boundaries of good taste.
So, this is how we go out.
In the end, we're left with a question.
What is reality?
Are we the real?
Are Michael and Aaron real?
Or are we just tiny points in one of them good fractals?
The real question is not whether or not we're real.
It's, "Does any of this matter?"
Hey, are those...
- I think it's... - The farts?
Farts can only mean one thing!
Michael and Aaron must've realized we are forever interconnected!
They're working on the show again!
Get back to work.