there won't be anything left.
It all went by so quickly.
Like the blink of the eye.
Y'all want to take one last look around?
Would you look at this place?
It hasn't changed a bit.
Yet I do not recall so many of the unpleasant odors.
Oy vey. That was me.
I've been eating a lot of fiber
on the account of my poor digestion.
Did you hear that?
I already said it was me!
Not that, you dummy. Listen.
I don't hear anything.
Me neither.
There it is again.
I think it's coming from the couch.
Well, I'll be...
It's my old B.E.R. mix tape.
What's a B.E.R.?
Hmm, isn't that the local ice cream store?
It's the name of the band that created a magic melody.
I'm more of a mint chocolate chip man myself.
I'm not talking about ice cream!
I'm talking about the magical song
written and performed
by Carl Burnett, Franklin Enea and William J. Regan,
also known as B.E.R.,
that could transport us to an alternate dimension.
Wait. Wait. Are you saying we aren't getting ice cream?
We should go back.
For old times' sake.
That's a young man's game, Cyborg.
We're too old for popular music.
We might be old, but music is forever.
- Fine, we'll go. -00.
We do not wish to be late for the meal of the supper.
Booyah, skaboosh!
Prepare to enter a world of music and magic.
No, darn it!
It's been a while since I used it.
Hang on.
There we go.
The night begins to shine!
Whoa! How's this possible?
Music has the power to transform you.
Friends, look.
The mighty Sweet has fallen.
No.
Sweet.
I'm sorry.
If we hadn't been away so long...
Do not be the hard on yourself.
It wasn't your fault.
Any idea what could have done this?
Something more powerful than anything
we've ever faced before.
The twin moons shine upon us,
for the heroes of old have returned.
What?
What an honor it is to meet you, dragon slayer.
You've heard of us?
Everyone knows of your heroic deeds from the legends,
passed down for generations.
Hear that? We be legendary, yo.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Baxtory, the leader of this tribe.
Then, maybe you can tell us what's going on?
It would be my great pleasure.
Soon after your defeat of the dragon,
B.E.R. returned to the heavens.
They left us Sweet to guard over our planet.
There were eons of peace and prosperity
across our lands.
But all of that ended
the day our guardian Sweet was attacked
and destroyed by the dark wizard Ultralak.
He spread his evil across the land.
Ultralak conquered the world
and outlawed the one thing we cherished the most,
music.
Our only hope was the return of the great heroes
and the dragon slayer himself.
And here you are.
But why would anyone want to outlaw music?
Because silence is the one true power.
All music must be destroyed.
Ultralak.
I order you to give me that song at once.
- Never! - You cannot stop the music.
Music transcends all of us.
Even you.
You dare defy me.
We won't allow you to silence the music.
Then you shall be destroyed.
I don't know how much longer
I can hold them off.
We have to retreat.
No! We have to stop Ultralak at all costs.
Come on, bro.
We'll lose today, but we can still fight tomorrow.
No retreat. No surrender.
Cyborg!
Ahhh!
It's over. Surrender.
Never! Ahhh!
Can't give up. Won't give up. Ahhh!
Fool.
You're willing to throw away your life for some silly music.
A life without music isn't a life worth living.
So be it.
Ahhh!
Cyborg!
- No! - No!
Quickly. We must leave!
Do not let them escape.
Quickly!
Welcome to the Resistance.
Here, we work tirelessly
to protect our music from Ultralak.
Don't touch that, fool! It belonged to Cyborg!
But we can turn it into weapons and instruments
to help our cause.
This is all we have left of our friend.
Now back off.
I cannot believe our dear friend Cyborg is the gone.
I miss him already.
Ultralak is gonna pay for what he did!
Tell us how we can take him down.
There is only one way to defeat Ultralak.
And it's detailed inside this melody.
Long ago, the three members of B.E.R.
combined their musical energies
to create a song filled with limitless power.
But it wasn't long before they began to fear
what might happen if their creation ever fell
into the clutches of evil.
So they divided the song into three separate stems
and hid them across the land.
You must find these stems before Ultralak does,
and summon B.E.R.,
for only a member of the band
can wield the power of the song.
Here. This relic will guide you on your journey.
Quickly. You must escape.
Going somewhere?
We're trapped!
And now you will suffer the same fate as your friend.
You can destroy us, Ultralak,
but you'll never destroy the music!
Music has the power to transform!
Such poetic last words.
Stay away from my friends.
Cyborg?
Impossible!
You may have destroyed my body,
but you can't destroy my soul!
I cannot believe you are alive, Cyborg.
Right before
Ultralak was about to finish me off,
I transferred my consciousness
to the computer on board this motorcycle.
Glad to have you back, bro.
Glad to be back.
Baxtory said we can defeat Ultralak
by gathering three hidden stems.
And he gave us this old radio to find them.
Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get 'em.
You haven't seen the last of me.
Whoa! The mother lode.
That's it?
I detect a distinct lack of gratitude on your part.
I just handed you the mother lode.
This is barely enough to get me through the week.
Well, times are tough.
Yeah, for everyone except you.
If you're not happy with our arrangement
you're more than welcome to take it up with my boss.
That's what I thought.
It's so hot.
Can't we take a break?
Not when the freedom of this world
depends on us finding those stems.
Any luck with the radio?
I'm picking up a song signal,
but I can't get a lock on its position.
What we need is a local,
who can point us in the right direction.
Perhaps those men can help us.
You're not from around here, are you?
We've come from another universe
and are on a galactic mission.
- And what would that be? - We're looking for a song.
- A song? -Can you help us?
Yeah, I think I can.
First, you pack up,
then you get out of town and never come back.
What's his problem?
He don't take kindly to strangers.
Then maybe you can help us.
We need information about a song.
You're in the right place then.
This here mine is chuck-full of the things.
But the songs do not come from the ground.
Around here they do.
Long ago, musicians from all over the land
buried their songs deep underground
to prevent them from being captured by Ultralak.
But ever since the sheriff put a value on music,
folks like myself have taken to mining those songs for cold, hard cash.
What happens to the songs?
The sheriff delivers them to Ultralak to be destroyed.
—That's wicked, yo!
How can you profit from the destruction of music?
You don't know how hard it is out here.
Now, are you going to tell me what it is you're looking for?
We are looking for the song that was written and recorded
by the B.E.R.
The mother lode. I just sold it to the sheriff.
First thing tomorrow, he's gonna deliver it to Ultralak.
You what?
Don't you know how important that song is?
Now, what do I care?
Songs ain't brought this land nothing but trouble.
The way I see it, music is nothing but a curse.
We have to get it back before Ultralak gets it.
Good luck.
The sheriff keeps all the songs locked up tight
in the bank at Grave Rock.
Ain't no bank strong enough to keep us out.
Locals don't seem friendly.
Would you be, if your town was being controlled
by a servant of Ultralak?
Friends, look!
No way!
It's that miner dude.
"Wanted for the creation of radical instruments
used by the notorious band B.E.R."
But, I thought he hated music.
Cut the chatter. We're here.
What's the plan, yo?
Keep it simple. Grab 'n' go.
I'll stay here and keep an eye out.
Show time!
Attention, everyone.
This is the stick up.
- We didn't come for your money. - Beat it.
Put them hands where we can see 'em.
The vault, open it!
Looks like we hit that pay dirt, yo!
I warned you to leave town.
That song don't belong to you.
It belongs to B.E.R.
I respectfully disagree, miss. Take 'em away.
You cannot do this!
Oh, no!
I need your help to rescue my friends.
And why would I help you?
You forged instruments for B.E.R.
Until that life got me branded as an outlaw
and forced me into exile.
Now I'm stuck out here, scraping to survive.
Then help me free my friends,
because I know, deep down you care about music,
and together, we can defeat Ultralak
and clear your name.
It ain't right what I've done to drive music from this land,
but maybe it ain't too late to make things right.
Booyah!
We are the free!
- Yeah, boi! - We owe you our thanks.
The stem you're looking for is on that train.
Saddle up!
You think you can rob my train?
Let's move.
It's time I broke out the big guns.
Oh!
Ooh...
Gotcha.
What are you all standing around for? Get 'em!
We'll cover you. Now go!
End of the line, Sheriff.
Your hands may be nimble on them strings,
but I'm a fast draw.
Enough talk.
Your days as sheriff are over.
There's the stem.
Hurry, the bridge is up.
Hey! You can't leave us like this.
Y'all are just gonna have to trust me on this one.
It looks like we're all on a one way trip to the boneyard.
What's he doing?
When Ultralak finds out about this, you're all going to be sorry.
Thanks again for your help. I knew you had the music in you.
Are you sure you cannot accompany us?
I'm afraid I'm gonna be a bit busy.
- Doing what? - Well, haven't you heard?
There's a new sheriff in town.
- Get us out of here, Cyborg. - I'm going.
There will be no escaping me this time.
- He's gaining the ground. - Not for long.
How close are we to the next stem?
I don't know. The signal keeps cutting in and out.
We might get a better signal up on that hilltop.
—I'm still having trouble getting a signal.
Ah, mans! We're never finding that song.
What's going on? Who are you?
We're heroes from another dimension, here to free the music.
Free? I used to be free,
back when this place used to be a crystal clear lake.
But when Ultralak built that factory,
the water got polluted, the mud got thick,
and I've been stuck here ever since.
Not that anyone cares, though.
I care. And my friends and I are going to get you out of here.
Cyborg, we do not have time for this.
We must keep looking for the song.
The fate of this reality depends on it.
Why are we bothering to save this reality,
if we're not willing to save the creatures that live here?
Yo, Cy does have a point.
We have to help this turtle. It's the code we live by.
- You can count on us. - Great. Let's get to work.
This isn't going to work, you know?
We won't know until we try. Ready?
One, two, three!
Come on, guys, pull!
- Pull! -
We're pulling.
Told you it wouldn't work.
We're going to get you out of here.
Oh, don't bother.
You can't change the inevitable.
So, what? You're just going to be stuck here until you die?
It's my fate.
We make our own fate.
Let's shut that factory down.
So they be polluting the lake with dead songs?
That is the too much.
Master.
We weren't expecting you.
Did you come to oversee our operation?
Because I can assure you we've been working our fingers to the bone.
I'm searching for the heroes of legend.
They are attempting to restore B.E.R.'s lost song.
I haven't seen them, Master, but I wouldn't worry.
They will never find those stems.
Fool! They found one already.
I want you and your men to double your workload.
We need to rid this land of music
before they make any more progress.
Right away, Master.
And Lord Fibulon, if you fail me,
your bones will become chew toys for my hounds.
Understood.
Speed it up! Move, you lazy pile of bones!
We've got to stop them before they can destroy any more songs.
Music is the lifeblood of this reality.
You want us to attack this entire factory?
Yes.
Sounds like my kind of party.
Time to close up shop, Fibulon.
The legendary heroes? Here?
You don't have the manpower to defeat me!
Destroy them!
Ahhh!
Argh!
You'll pay for that!
No!
Now that Fibulon is gone,
it's time we free this music.
Oh, would you look at that?
The lake is the crystal clear again.
It's like I said, we make our own fate.
I thought I'd be stuck in the mud forever.
How can I ever repay you?
Maybe you wanna hear a song?
No way!
It's the second stem.
We've been looking everywhere for this.
I can't believe you had it all along.
Hmph. It's yours. It's the least I can do.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm glad the fate of this reality
is in your hands.
Just one last stem to track down.
Let's ride.
How much further, yo?
The last stem should be just beyond this ridge.
Whoa! What is that?
Whatever it is, the radio is leading us straight to it.
Let's move.
Careful.
The signal is coming from inside.
It's just a wall.
How do we enter?
Hey, look at this.
It looks like the radio.
It's some kind of portal.
We need to go inside.
But we don't know what's on the other side of this thing, yo.
It could be what we're looking for.
Or it could be the death.
Either way, we're gonna have to risk it.
Raven's right.
If we're going to save this world,
we can't let anything stop us from getting that stem.
Aah!
- You okay? -Yeah, thanks.
- What is this? -I don't know.
But we all have them.
Where are we?
We seem to be trapped in some kind of void.
It's the stem.
Titans! Let's go!
What is that?
We're alive!
Yes! We're alive!
What does it mean?
No time to find out. We gotta get that stem.
Here they come again. Get ready.
We made it!
Yes!
Friends, look, another one.
One coming up on this side, too.
- Hang on. -
It's a game.
And it looks like we only have eight lives left.
And when they're gone...
It's game over.
No!
You mean...
There must be an easier way to the stem.
I'll just portal over there and grab it.
Azarath Metrion Zinthos.
My powers aren't working.
And I cannot the fly.
I can't transform neither.
Hmm. Our powers must not work in this place.
- We have to go back. - We can't go back.
So how do we get out of here?
Straight through.
You means we gotta go through that thing again?
It's the only way to get to the stem.
And maybe, our freedom.
Cyborg's right.
We can do this, Titans.
Game on!
We know what comes next. Stay sharp.
Closing in!
It's too narrow, Cyborg. We won't make it.
Single file formation.
Yo, this place ain't so tough.
Incoming!
Oh, man!
Just when we were making some progress.
We just need more practice. We'll crack it.
Robin, Starfire, take 'em out.
Almost there.
What was that thing?
I don't know, but we need to keep trying.
Cyborg, wait!
I don't think we can do this.
Yes, we can.
But getting past that thing is impossible.
There is always a path, I promise you.
And I know we can find it by learning from our mistakes.
Are you sure about that, bro?
The stem is so close, I can taste it.
Now tell me, are you ready to do this?
Yes.
I can't hear you. Are you ready to do this?
Yes!
Then let's do this!
Again!
Again.
One life left.
Then I guess this means...
If we try again and fail...
It will be the end of us.
That's it! I can't do this no more.
You just need to calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down! I've had it with this place!
Perhaps it is the time for us to call it the quits, Cyborg.
That's not an option.
We're out of options.
Admit it, Cyborg. We're beat.
"We're beat"?
There's a rhythm.
That's it!
Titans, the music is the key.
Give it a rest, bro.
Yes, friend Cyborg.
We cannot retrieve the stem without our superpowers.
But we can, with the power of music.
Trust me.
And if you can't do that, then trust in music.
First, take a deep breath.
Now, imagine there's nothing in our way.
Focus on the music that's calling out to you.
- Let's ride. -
Get ready. Here comes the hard part.
We cannot do it.
Trust the music.
Whoa! Gnarly.
B.E.R. must have been using the stem's power to sustain the void.
Now that we got all three, what do we do with them, yo?
Bringing the stems together,
is having an effect on the radio.
It looks like it wants us to take them to the top of that peak.
What do you suppose is out there?
I don't know, but we're about to find out.
Now that we have all three stems,
only a member of B.E.R. can put the song back together,
and wield its limitless power.
Time to call in the band.
Drums.
Guitar.
Bass.
Whoa!
Ultralak?
Fools! Step aside,
so I may finally rid this world of B.E.R.'s last song.
Never!
Azarath Metrion Zinthos!
It's over.
No!
At last, this world is mine.
It is the song!
He merged the stems.
How's it possible?
Isn't it obvious?
I am the fourth member of B.E.R.
- No! -How could that be?
You ain't no musician. You hate music.
I was not always this way.
I was once Neil Adams.
Rhythm guitarist for B.E.R.
Our music was legendary.
I witnessed the world our music created,
and realized the power we held.
- Let's take five. - We have to keep playing.
Our music is power.
We're musicians. We don't crave power.
We play for the people.
But we can become gods here.
We can rule this land.
We don't make music to control people.
We do it to set them free.
I quit the band,
and lived in solitude, deep in the mountains,
without music for eons.
It was there, I discovered the power of dark silence.
I gathered an army.
Together, our power was insurmountable.
We attacked the guardian's suite,
and destroyed all who opposed me.
You monster! How could you betray your friends?
It's finished, heroes. You lose.
No!
I've finally rid this land of all B.E.R.'s music!
The power of dark silence is permeating my body,
and it will be more powerful than I ever could have imagined!
Aah! What's we gonna do, yo?
I don't know. We need some kind of miracle.
B.E.R.!
This can't be.
I destroyed your music.
B.E.R. is music!
And music can never be destroyed.
Neil, you gotta stop this now!
Neil no longer exists!
I am Ultralak!
I will reshape this world with silence and darkness.
But the four of us made this world together.
This place is our home!
A home where I was forced to live as an insect!
When I should be a god!
Everyone shall serve me or they will perish!
We need to rock. It's the only way to take him down.
They absorbed the song.
No! It is impossible!
Music can't be destroyed.
It can only create something new.
Like a new member.
Of B.E.R.
It's the last song. They're playing it.
What's happening?
Oh, radical!
You're going down, Ultralak!
You're no match for me.
Is that the best you've got?
I am fighting...
Watch as I destroy all of your friends.
The only thing that's being destroyed today, is you!
You won't escape me, Ultralak! Surrender!
I do not surrender.
I conquer!
Cyborg!
I will drive the music from your body.
He's in trouble.
B.E.R., let's rock!
Any last words?
You did it, Cyborg.
Thanks to you, today marks a new era
for peace and musical prosperity across the land.
I guess the only thing left to do now is, to go back home.
We are home.
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