Episode Title: "TV Knight 5"
Ahhh!
Him guy!
I have come to defeat you once and for all, Muscleor!
What's the matter you vile goon?
I just don't see the point anymore.
It seems no matter how jacked I get,
I'll never become overlord of the Macrocosmos.
Turn that frown upside down,
you awful creep.
There's no reason to give up hope.
Oh, just leave me alone.
There's nothing you can do to help.
Nonsense.
There's no problem
these victory hammers can't solve.
Ow! Oh! Ooh!
Are you feeling better yet?
Not at all.
If anything, I feel much worse.
That's impossible.
These fists have never failed me.
Ouch! Oh! Ooh!
Hey, what's all the commotion?
Help me Girl-Ra.
Muscleor is sad and won't cheer up!
Did you try, uh, punchin' him?
So many times.
Ow! Oh! Ooh!
Oh, well, uh,
perhaps you should try throwing him?
Brilliant.
Why didn't I think of that?
Oh!
[grunts
Hey, uh... How do you feel now, Muscleor?
Even worse.
Implausible!
Ow! Oh! Ooh! Ahhh!
[upbeat instrumental music playing
Meanwhile, the Teen Titans close in on
President Nixon's impenetrable presidential jungle fortress.
There it is, gang.
President Nixon's impenetrable Presidential jungle fortress.
We better be extra, extra cautious.
Stop right there, President Nixon.
We know all about your hotel caper!
I'm not a crook, Titans.
I'm the king of America,
and I can do whatever I want.
Oh, golly gee! We gotta get outta here.
Don't worry, gang.
My trusty bird-a-rang should do the trick.
It didn't work!
We will never get through these bars.
They are made in America.
Out of the finest steel.
Behold!
The power of your tax dollars at work.
What are we going to do?
We need to call for backup.
Raven, try using your heathen magic.
I've got just the thing.
Azerath, metrion, zinthos!
Former politician John Fitzgerald Kennedy!
Oh yeah. Uh...
Bet you didn't expect to see me again,
Tricky Dick.
I beat ya before, Johnny, and I'll do it again.
Er, uh, pardon my fist, Mr. President.
Step into my oval off-fist.
My punches are veto proof.
He's got 'em on the ropes.
He's really giving him the business.
Er, uh, now that's what I call a filibuster.
Now let's see who he really is.
Cuban politician, Fidel Castro!
And I would have gotten away with it
if it weren't for the integrity of the American justice system.
Oh, hey there wolfie wolf.
What's that, boy?
There's trouble somewhere?
Where's the trouble, boy?
There's trouble at the old well?
Come on, let's go!
Is this the well, boy?
No? It's another one?
Okay.
Which well is it, boy?
You say I'll know it when I see it?
Is this it?
Is this the right well?
Yay!
Where's the trouble, boy?
Where is it?
You say it's in the well, boy?
You want me to get in the well?
The well demands a sacrifice?
I don't know about that.
Oh... Okay, I'll do it.
Here I go!
Ow! Oh! Ooh! Argh!
Bad lady!
What is going on in here?
Ow!
Muscleor has a bad case of the slumps.
- Ow! - And he refuses to yield
to the might of our fists
- and feet. - Ow!
Fools.
You can't cure the slumps with brute strength.
He needs a well-balanced diet,
guided meditation,
and a proper sleep regimen.
That's a bunch of baloney.
Whole grains and a nap are no match for my pythons.
Mmm-hmm, I'll give it a shot.
Pffft!
Now this I have to see to believe.
Mmm. Not bad.
I don't believe it.
Mmm. So many grains.
Incredible!
Om!
I've never seen anything quite like it.
Look at him sleep.
So, how do you feel Muscleor?
Amazing!
I feel so refreshed,
my muscles and my outlook on life
are both fully jacked.
And I can finally become overlord of the Macrocosmos.
Uh-oh.
Ahhh, muah, ah!
Hey, where you guys been?
Argh!
Ahhh, muah, ah!
Closing theme playing...
Sync corrections by srjanapala