Episode Title: "Doomsday Preppers"
Hurry, Titans. Gather the rations!
We stockpiling, yo! We stockpiling.
Well, stockpile faster!
- What's going on? - What does it look like?
We're doomsday prepping!
We have enough of the weapons for everyone
and also for their mothers.
Activating doomsday protocols.
Hmm. Sorry to rain on your apocalypse.
But according to this, the end of the world isn't scheduled
for another three years.
We're not prepping for the end of the world, Raven.
We're prepping for Doomsday, the supervillain.
You know, the strongest, dumbest, most formidable
of all supervillains.
And the one who wears the shortest of the shorts.
Oh, that Doomsday.
Oh, no.
He is the here.
It's all good, Mama. We'll be safe inside the tower.
Cyborg, did you lock the back door?
We have a back door?
you think he saw us?
We's trapped, yo. We's trapped!
What are you doing?
You're the leader.
You should be the first to die.
No. You die first.
- No, you. - No, you.
Woah, woah, woah. I'm not gonna hurt you guys.
You're not?
No, I wanna be friends.
You do know that you are the destroyer
of the world, correct?
And didn't you almost kill the Justice League?
Yeah, but only because they started it.
Look, I'm not a bad guy.
I'm just misunderstood.
But why do you want to be friends with us?
Because you're the only superhero team
that knows what it's like to be misunderstood.
Plus, if I'm friends with you guys,
then maybe other superheroes will
let their guard down and trust me.
Oh... he's tugging on the heartstrings.
Well, clip those strings.
Because superheroes and supervillains can't be friends.
It's a rule.
I'm sorry, Doomsday,
you're just going to have to kill us instead.
- Starting with Beast Boy. - Hey!
I thought you guys would be different.
I guess I was wrong.
Wrong indeed, Doomsday!
We're not different,
we're just as jerky as everyone else.
Probably more so.
Now go home!
I can't.
Superman destroyed my home.
- Really? - That is so uncool.
And it's also not our problem.
Uh, that's okay.
I'll just stay at a cheap m-motel.
Aww.
Perhaps it would be possible for him
to stay with us just for the few days?
No way!
Look at him. His massive body doesn't even fit in here.
I don't fit in anywhere!
There, there, little big guy.
I just want to be liked.
Come on, Robin. Have a heart.
Fine. He can stay.
Just stop crying.
But only for a few days.
And this doesn't mean we are friends.
Oh, thanks, pal.
You're not going to regret this.
Oops.
Throw that ring. Throw that ring. Throw that ring.
Nice throw.
And the nice catch to you.
Yo, Robin,
wanna play with our new friend?
No. And he's not our friend!
Suit yourself.
I got it!
Where did Robin go?
Sorry about that.
I'm going to my room.
Ow...
You like that, Doomsday?
How about this?
And this.
What do you want now, Doomsday?
Hey, Robin, uh, can I use your computer?
How?
You can't even fit through the door.
Sure I can.
You just destroyed my wall!
No, it was like that when I got here.
Ooh, nice. Open concept.
A shared space, that's also somehow less confining.
Can you do that to my room?
Ooh. And my room as well.
No, no.
- Don't forget mine too, yo. - Okay.
And mine.
Yeah, no problem.
Wait.
That's a load-bearing wall.
Ow.
Where are we going?
We're taking you to get ice-cream, baby.
Wow.
I've never had ice-cream before.
What? How's that even possible, yo?
Well, I don't get out much.
I tend to cause a scene wherever I go.
It's gonna take forever
to get through this line.
It's Doomsday. Run!
You don't have to run away.
Just because I'm big and spiky doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.
I didn't even do anything wrong.
No. But you did get us to the front of the line.
You know, maybe we can be friends after all.
- Really? - Yep.
Because you've just shown me
how I can profit from being your friend.
And that makes all the difference in the world.
Woo-hoo! Friends!
I'm sure he's looking to beat me up again.
We cannot let the Superman be mean to our new friend.
But how are we supposed to stop Superman? He's like,
the most powerful superhero in the world.
We just need to figure out a way
to show him that Doomsday is a good guy.
I know.
You should invite Superman to a party.
Then he can see that I'm friends with superheroes
and learn to trust me.
That is a great idea, Doomsday.
We can play games.
And jump in the bouncy castle.
Ooh. We can have a bouncy castle?
I don't see why not?
- Ow, let go! - Thank you, Robin.
- Ow, you sting! - Thank you.
You're impaling me with your spikes.
Oh, right.
Sorry.
Woo!
This bouncy castle is awesome, yo!
My turn. Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Wow. That was fun.
What a great party.
You think Superman will show up?
Absolutely.
He can't resist if he knows Doomsday is here.
Question is, will he come to fight or to party?
Look! Up in the sky.
It is not the bird, nor the plane,
it is the Superman.
Go on, Doomsday. Say hello.
Oh. Thank you for coming to my party, Superman.
Would you like some cake?
Hey. Not cool, dude.
You were right, Doomsday. Superman is a super jerk.
Eh, that's okay. I've got another idea.
No, no, Superman. It's not an attack.
It's for the pinata.
Here, you can go first.
Get him, Superman.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
He's eating the cake.
He trusts you.
Superman's finally seeing the real you.
Yes, yes, you're seeing the real me.
Oh, no. Something's wrong.
What type of the cake is that?
Ice-cream cake.
What flavor?
Cookies and kryptonite.
What?
Oh, no. Does he not like it?
That's one way of putting it.
Thanks for helping me destroy Superman.
You Titans are the best.
Did we just help him do what I think we just did?
I believe we are the accomplices.
Uh, let's get out of here, yo.
Sorry, Superman.
Turns out we were not prepped for Doomsday.
Catch you later.