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Doktor Frogg, if you see the remote, tug twice.
Come on, throw your back into it.
Here, I found it.
THEY STRUGGLE IN THE SOFA
Is that your foot?
Code red! Code red!
OK, OK, forget code red. This is code extremely bright red!
Let me guess, you're out of Hubble Bubble bubble bath?
Worse! Red Menace forgot to tape Battle Of The Cyborg Chefs.
What's the point of having a muscley henchman like Red
if he forgets to tape my shows?
Red Menace! Where have you been?
Around and nowhere. Mostly nowhere. So...
Hey. Whoa, noon. Is it noon already?
Doomy's nails are not going to trim themselves now, are they? So see ya.
You know, I've got a hench my hunchman is up to something.
Suspiciouser and suspiciouser. Quickly, follow him.
3:20pm. The subject carries a backpack
with something secret and round inside.
No, stop. Bad, Doomageddon.
# League Of Super Evil. #
He's meeting with someone.
And he's about to hand over one of our top secret roundish things.
We must put a stop to this.
Oh, hey, guys.
I was just going to play basketball with my official Cool Buddy.
You're going to neglect VCR duties to play hoops with this twerp?
This is Malakai Milk.
The Cool Buddy Foundation made me his mentor.
I meet him everyday at 3:15 to shoot hoops, hang out,
talk...though Mal doesn't really talk much.
Or at all, actually.
You're not angry are you, Voltar.
HE MUTTERS ANGRILY
What better way for future generations
to learn the ways of evil villainy
than to be taught by the greatest evil mastermind
the world has ever known? Me!
You? If anyone should be mentoring the twerp,
it should be a scientific genius like me.
Uh, Mal's right. You don't need to fight over him.
We can all be his Cool Buddies.
Doomageddon, be nice to Mal.
We'll settle this matter in the usual fashion.
Winner gets first crack at Mal.
Rock crushes scissors.
Rock crushes scissors.
Rock crushes scissors. I win.
Scissors? That's paper. That's clearly paper!
VOLTAR CLEARS HIS THROAT
Pay attention, Mal.
That was the first lesson of how to be an evil mastermind -
know your enemies weaknesses.
Yes. To continue,
as evil mastermind, I alone
devise the League Of Super Evil's nefarious plans.
And this, of course, is thanks to my impressive cranial capacity.
They say Doom hounds are completely untrainable,
but for an evil mastermind like myself...
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
You see, Mal, a mastermind has ultimate control.
VOLTAR GIGGLES MENACINGLY
Ah, a chip off the old claw.
You know, this will really bring out the evil genius in you.
One size too big. Don't worry, you'll grow into it.
Oh, that. It's the trithunderous laser blaster.
So far it's all try and no thunderous laser blasting,
but, you know. Argh!
Well, sure you could tighten that stop up with all those wires around.
The hover battle poster.
Perfecting the ratio has been more difficult than I anticipated...
Ah! You've got a good eye.
That is my greatest non-working invention ever.
The time plunger!
When operational, it controls the very flow of time itself.
But then we wouldn't have anything to unclog the toilet.
A good henchman is a team player.
Pick up that tank, punch through this steel-enforced vault,
-open this jar of pickles...
Are you setting the VCR to tape my show?
Time's all set, Voltar.
And I've taught Mal all he needs to know
about being a good evil henchman.
I suggest a field trip.
A diabolical one!
I'm not sure this diabolical field trip is
an approved Cool Buddy activity, Voltar.
Nonsense, Red! This is character-building.
Now, open that clock.
After we set the clock ahead five minutes,
all who gaze upon it will think they're late for work,
school or even...hair appointments!
Operation Tardy Pants commences in ten...
What are you doing?
Is that our plunger?
Not just any plunger!
It's a fully functional time plunger!
Oh! Noon?! I've missed my eleven o'clock hair appointment!
..three, two, one...and mark!
What? Twelve o'clock?!
Is that our plunger?
-Mal! What are you doing? This isn't part of the plan!
On the clock tower!
You have five seconds to surrender!
Oh! The army! Mal, see what you've done?!
All right. Let me handle this with a threatening taunt.
Stop that! One evil mastermind per group. That's the rule.
(DEEP VOICE) Then you, Voltar, have just been demoted.
That's a much deeper voice than I was expecting.
Mal! You talked!
Oh...Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal.
So young, so much to learn.
It takes more than one diabolical evil blinking clock plan
to achieve the pinnacle of super villainy. Like me.
If all the clocks are messed up, the VCR won't record your programme.
HE SCREAMS Evil runt!
I will not miss another episode of Cyborg Chefs!
Red, take care of that pint-sized VCR...mess-arounder.
I don't want to be a stickler, but didn't you just get demoted?
I'm with Red on this one.
Doomageddon - attack!
-See you never, gentlemen.
No! Those floating pions are my... are my Cool Buddy mentors.
They taught me evil!
What? Those three? They don't even look like they could tell time.
You're clearly the brains behind this disaster, punk.
You're coming with us.
With every waking hour, I will plot your downfall, losers!
Your end will come!
Ah... I miss his quiet voice.
Victory is ours! Metrotown is now officially five minutes late.
If time is working again, the VCR should be taping the show
-on Channel Seven, as per your instructions.
Except Battle Of The Cyborg Chefs is, of course, on Channel Two.
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