UltraLord, defender of the galaxy, is proud to present
his new sidekick, Doctor Science.
Give it up, peeps!
Sheen, I'm not your sidekick.
Don't like the name?
How about "Smarty Boy?"
"Captain Big Head?"
Maybe just "Merv."
I don't want to play superheroes.
I just want to test my new invention.
But role playing helps us act out
our most twisted fantasies.
Behold, I am the Tofunator,
striking soy-based fear throughout the world
with my tofu blaster!
Run, Jimmy!
If that tofu touches us, we're done for!
I'm hit! I'm hit!
Superpowers useless...
tofu makes UltraLord want to spew.
Hurry up, it's up to you, Doctor Science!
Hasta la vista, babies.
I'll have to finish testing.
Sheen, power up bouncy shoes.
Whoo! Whoo!
Way to go, Doctor Science, we lost him.
Wishful thinking.
Eat bean curd, bouncy boys!
Whoo-hoo! Whaa!
Whaa!
Huh? Uh-oh.
That was awesome!
Yeah.
Note to self:
mindlessly increase bounce factor by 12%.
Hey, Jimmy, I didn't know you were selling your house.
Howdy, boys.
Hey, Jimbo, start packing.
We got to move if I want to keep my job.
We're moving?
You're moving?
Your dad has a job?
So, your father's company is moving,
That means our lives are ruined.
I-I mean...
I can't believe Mallard Motors is leaving Retroville.
Everyone in town buys their cars there.
But everyone in Retroville has a car now.
That's why we're moving to Derryville.
What about my friends?
They'll have to stay here.
I'm sure we'll make plenty of new friends
in Drearyville— uh, Derryville.
Look, I know moving is hard,
but there's some good things, too.
For example...
Oh, no, wait, that's a bad thing.
Maybe you should look for a new job in town.
A new job?
That's crazy talk.
I'll bet you'd be good at all sorts of things, Dad.
How about this, "Toy Inventor Wanted"-- ha!
You're in touch with your inner child, right?
Yeah, actually, Peebo and I aren't speaking right now.
But I do occasionally talk to Bing-Bing,
a giant invisible panda.
See, you've got a great imagination.
Imagination?
Come on, Dad, give it a try.
For us?
Hmm...
Neutrons, say hello
to Baby Quacky.
Huh? Yeah?
Oh...
My, that's wonderful, Hugh.
Yeah, and it only took five minutes.
Yeah, turns out I'm a great toy inventor.
Now, watch what happens when I activate the remote.
Hey!
Remote controls are supposed to make things... do stuff.
This one's broken.
Ah, man, what a gyp...
This toy inventing stuff is hard work!
I'm going to have to go...
Better keep packing, Jimmy.
Mom, Dad needs help.
I know, honey, but therapy is expensive,
and with the move and all...
No, Mom, I meant with his toy.
Oh... that, too.
Scalpel.
Circuit board.
Suture.
Baby Quackers 3000—
the greatest duck baby... doll... thing ever.
It walks.
It destroys stuff.
It even has state-of-the-art wee-wee transistors.
Got to go potty.
Oopsy.
Dad's sure to get that job now, Goddard,
and we won't have to leave Retroville.
Uh-oh, shorted out the batteries.
I know I have some batteries here somewhere.
You looking for something, Creator?
Perhaps we could be of service.
After you nearly deleted everyone on earth?
Nice try.
The creator still hates us.
And all we try to do is please him.
You could spread the irony with a paper knife.
Maybe if we tell him where the batteries are,
he'll reduce our sentence.
Glad I thought of it.
To the left, Creator.
Exactly. Getting warmer.
Very warm now.
Boiling. Yes.
Oh, yeah, thanks.
Quid pro quo, Creator, quid pro quo.
We scratched your back, now you scratch our dorsal transistors!
Sorry, guys, not a chance.
Imbecile! That back-scratching metaphor made us look pathetic.
What metaphor? I have an itch.
Well, here, let me scratch it.
( grunts ) Ow!
Get away from me.
Stupid... Stop it!
Well, Neutrons, I'm off to my big toy company interview.
Oh, good luck, Hugh.
Thanks, Sugarbooger.
But I've already got my two lucky charms right here—
my rabbit's foot and my driftwood monkey.
Uh, Dad, aren't you forgetting something?
My lucky turban?
No, Dad.
Baby Quackers.
Oh, right, yes, of course.
Say, something about Baby Quackers seems... different.
Oh, well, I, uh...
I shined it for you.
Right, that's it, it's a shiny ducky now.
Thanks, Jimbo.
Come on, Quackers, let's go dance for the man.
Wow...
I can't believe Jimmy's moving away.
I know.
Who will make cool inventions for us?
Who will nearly destroy the town once a week?
Who will have a head
grossly out of proportion to his body?
We'll never replace Jimmy!
Wait!
Let's get a new best friend
and train him to be just like Jimmy.
Hey, yeah.
Where will we find someone so clueless
he won't realize what we're doing?
Bolbi happy.
Bolbi get a lint brush for birthday!
Can you think of anybody?
So, as you can see,
Baby Quackers will appeal to boys, girls
and duck lovers everywhere.
What's the remote control do?
Oh... well, nothing, really, I...
I mean, it's supposed to, uh...
Got to go potty.
Oopsy.
I'll just... show myself out.
Okay, let's review.
I'm UltraLord, Carl is Tofunator,
and you are Doctor Science.
Bolbi not want to be Doctor Science.
Bolbi be SuperKabobee!
"SuperKabobee?"
What kind of superhero is that?
SuperKabobee most famous hero person in all Backhairistan.
Behold... SuperKabobee is mighty skewer of justice!
Let bad man tremble at my powerful lamb kabob!
It's going to be a long childhood.
Let's see that lamb kabob.
Leave it alone!
I don't understand.
Dad should be back from his interview by now.
Ooh-ooh! Creator?
We could assist you.
Yes, all we'll need is
a global positioning unit, some plutonium,
and a lifetime supply of cheddar chips.
What? I like cheddar chips.
Dad's back!
And he brought a moving van.
The father has been located.
I'll go mad if I have to stay here!
At least we have each other.
I'll go mad if I have to stay here!
Thanks for the lift, Porky!
That van isn't for us?
Oh, now, why would we move
when I've... got a great new job
as assistant vice-junior toy inventor
at Krellmann Toy!
You did it, Jimmy!
Oh, I mean, Hugh.
Way to go, Dad!
Ha! Whoo-hoo! Yay!
We're so proud, honey.
Wait till I tell the guys!
We are staying right here in Retroville.
All I have to do is come up with a toy design
every day for the rest of my life.
Hey...
Why did everybody stop dancing?
Oh, we're thrilled you got the job
at the toy company, honey.
You've got to come up with a new toy design every day?
Yes, sirree, and they want each toy
to do cool, high-tech stuff
just like Baby Quackers.
Well, better get crackin' on some new design.
We're doomed.
Don't worry, Mom.
I think I can soup up Dad's toy designs
day after day after day...
at least until I go away to college.
I'll bring your meals to your clubhouse.
Hmm, well, this circuit board should give the toy
state-of-the-art transforming abilities.
How's the candy ammunition coming, Goddard?
This is the fifth invention this week.
Maybe if I rest my head for just a minute.
Uh, Pudding Pants,
have you seen the Malibu Death Machine I invented?
I left it right here on the kitchen table.
Oh, I think Jimmy is in his clubhouse working on it,
I mean, shining it.
Jimbo, are you in there?
Open up, son!
I need my toy!
Huh? Carl, Sheen, come on in.
( trap door releases ) Whoa!
Groovy.
Jimbo added an underground disco to the clubhouse.
Oh, isn't that cute?
He had so much fun playing
with my new Malibu Death Machine
he's all tuckered out.
Oh, needs batteries.
There must be some batteries around here.
Oh, the creator's father seeks a portable power source.
In here!
Hello, hello, funny man!
Hey, little bitty talking batteries—
that's even better.
Come here.
We're back again, baby!
We owe our freedom
to the creator's father.
We must find a way to thank him.
The Meat of the Month Club is always nice.
Fool, he's a vegetarian.
Then he can regift.
Done.
Gentlemen, the Malibu Death Machine
will be the biggest toy ever.
The boys will love its massive firepower
while the girls love its bouncing and behaving hair.
What about duck lovers?
I used duck grease to lube the fuselage.
All righty, get ready for the most fun toy in the world.
Neutron, is this a joke?
No, no, no, I could've just sworn I...
Neutron!
Something is distressing the creator's father.
I won't let you blow our chance at freedom.
Let us review his commands.
He wanted us to be the biggest toy ever.
One of these commands says "super size."
Hit it!
No! Down... down, boy!
I am not happy about this one little bit!
The creator's father is still not pleased.
He also said our housing unit
would yield a high degree of fun.
Let us achieve fun.
Listen to their squeals of merriment.
Yes, we are beloved by children of all ages.
Engaging flaming licorice bazooka.
Ow!
Switching to rocket-propelled candy-cane launcher.
Aim for their funny bones.
( sleepily ): Got to modify Dad's new toy before...
Where's the toy I was working on?
Where are the nanobots?
Goddard, we've got to stop those nanobots
before they destroy the whole town.
But how?
Think... think!
Got to go potty.
Brain blast!
I should be able to use the Baby Quacker's remote
to control the Malibu Death Machine.
It looks like the end for UltraLord,
unless his trusty sidekick Dr. Science saves him
with some cool gadget.
SuperKabobee have cool gadget.
Behold the lint brush of doom!
Okay, this is really lame.
I know! If Jimmy were here
we would've fallen out of the sky
two or three times by now.
SuperKabobee has saved the day!
What is wrong with my new friends?
You want to play with the lint brush?
No, dude, turn around.
This is a job for SuperKabobee's mighty skewers of justice!
I have candy in the wrong places.
It warms my diodes
to bring such joy to the world.
I, too, feel the love.
Keep firing.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Jimmy, what are you doing here?
The nanobots got inside one of my dad's toys
and now the entire town is about to be destroyed.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Go, Jimmy! Go, Jimmy!
Do you want us to help you
save the town for old-time's sake.
It might put your lives
in terrible danger.
We'll do it!
A little to the left.
A little more.
Perfect— stay right in its path.
Don't move until I say so.
Carl, we're about to be totally obliterated
by a monster girl tank.
It's great to have Jimmy back.
Isn't it, though?
I've got to lock on to the tank's radio frequency.
Come on, come on.
The creator and his colleagues appear highly stressed.
We better level both barrels of fun at them.
Almost there.
Almost... got it!
You strange...
Remote manipulation.
Can't resist saying...
"Got to go potty."
Yes, it's taking the remote's commands.
All tanks have flood capacity.
Try to hold it in!
I... can't!
Oopsy.
Huh?
Oh, no!
Good job, Jimmy!
You saved the town
but still caused mondo destruction!
Oh, nice going, bladder boy.
I knew we should've gone
before we left the office.
I am terribly uncomfortable.
Would you change me?
Yes, I'll start with the shape of your head.
Ow! You have anger issues.
Yeah, this is helping.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
So I guess since your dad's toy company is toast
you're going to have to move after all, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
Friendship is a cruel mistress.
Hi, boys.
You're just in time for the celebration.
The celebration?
Yes, your father got a promotion!
You mean you didn't lose your job?
Nope, the Malibu Death Machine
was a public-relations bonanza.
We made all the papers.
Then we don't have to move?
Well, actually, the company wants
to send me to their headquarters
in New York City.
But I turned them down.
Dad, what'll you do for a job?
Well, since practically everyone's car
was trashed in the rampage,
Mallard Motors is reopening its doors.
The Neutrons are staying right here
where we belong.
And so the world won't have to wait
for the further adventures of UltraLord...
And the Tofunator.
Don't forget Dr. Science.
All right! Yeah!
And SuperKabobee.
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Paul?
Got to blast!