Male announcer: And now,
nickelodeon and dreamworks'
Monsters vs. Aliens.
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- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens
♪ it's us vs. Them
♪ foe vs. Friend
- ♪ brain vs. B.O.B.
- ♪ it's a super-freaky job
- Oh, yeah,
it's freaky.
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- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens
- [cackles]
- ♪ monsters vs. Aliens
♪ monsters vs. Aliens
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[dramatic music]
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[beeping]
- this, monsters,
Is where the unidentified
flying object crashed.
- Right here on the table?
- In australia, bob.
- So it's not unidentified.
Technically australian.
- Yes, bob,
you're totally right.
It's easier
than explaining.
[breath spray spritzes]
- Monsters, I don't need
to tell you how bad things got
The last time aliens
set foot on earth.
- Indeed, mr. President.
The golden gate bridge
Sustained catastrophic
structural damage.
- Bridge? Dr. Cockroach,
I'm talking about
My approval ratings.
Fleeing like a ninny
Hurt my "tough on
extraterrestrials" image.
Also, the wet pants
didn't help.
So, I need you
to stop these aliens--hard.
- Mr. President,
you can count on team monster.
[heroic music]
♪
[engine whirring]
♪
[engine whines]
♪
- ♪ mva
- Ooh! Ooh!
[device trilling]
These are the smallest aliens
I've ever seen!
- Not aliens, bob.
Those are
myrmecia desertorum,
Commonly known as "bull ants."
- ah.
Then these are the biggest ants
I've ever seen!
- Indeed, but we're
not here for ants.
We're here to investigate
This mysterious object
from the stars.
- Okay,
let's get this over with.
Where do I give 'em
the ol' one two?
- Whoa, link, I'm not sure
"the ol' one two"
is the answer here.
- Susan,
when it comes to aliens,
The ol' one two
is always the answer.
- It doesn't seem
to be doing anything weird--
[electronic beeping]
whoa!
Okay, that felt weird--
and wrong.
[device hisses]
Really wrong!
- Susan, it's absorbing
your quantonium.
- No!
[shudders]
- Susan,
you look different.
You changed your hair.
- Bob, she's--
just take a look.
She's small.
Whoa!
That all you brought?
You're on earth, baby.
Link's hizzy.
You gotta bring more than...
[ant screeches]
That.
[ant roars]
- Wait, wait, that is
the biggest ant I've ever seen.
- I don't suppose
you could talk to it.
- Sorry,
I don't speak ant.
[ant growls and screeches]
- Sweet mama monger!
Look at the size
of that thing.
- [high-pitched shriek]
He did it.
- Mr. President?
Well, I thought
you were in washington.
- I was, but with
the whole alien situation
I thought I should be here,
underground, safe.
We are safe, right?
- General monger, sir.
We've got another
unidentified flying object
And it's coming
right at us!
- [high-pitched shriek]
Totally him again.
Get it together, man.
[ant screeches]
- [yelps]
- Whoa!
Can this guy dance or what?
- [yelping]
- Coming through.
[ant screeches]
Brilliant strategy,
Drafting a local
to fight for you.
Now, let's see
what makes you tick.
- Back off, ant.
You don't wanna tussle
with all this muscle.
Ow!
[pained groans]
- Get away from him!
- Ooh! Ahh!
[ant screeches]
- Hey, over here.
Here, boy.
He's like a big pup--
[chuckles]
who's a bitey scamp?
[chuckles]
ticklish.
Ticklish!
[chuckles]
- Tell me you
got a plan, doc.
- This is alien technology,
link.
It would take
the brightest minds
From the finest universities
Decades to unravel
its most basic workings.
- So you can't fix me?
- Dear girl,
don't be silly.
I was just putting my
forthcoming accomplishment
In context.
[device hisses]
- Oh, no!
Now I'm growing!
- Voila.
Now I simply
transfer the quantonium
Back into susan,
and once again,
The ginormica
we all know and love--[yelps]
[machine pulsates]
hmm.
- Uh, should it be making
that wo-wo-wo noise?
- I would say run!
[expl*si*n]
- Oh, drat.
- General monger,
I'm going to lead
From behind on this one.
[shrieks]
[grunts]
- Sorry, sir.
The constitution
states the president
Must make first contact
with alien visitors.
- Greeting aliens
is in the constitution?
- The secret constitution,
article four.
Been that way
since teddy roosevelt.
[door hisses, whirs]
[camera phone clicks]
- [yelps]
[pained grunts]
- Gravity.
Misjudged the gravity.
Ooh!
Ah, sorry about that.
Now, where are my notes?
Oh, yes.
Of course.
[clears throat]
Take. Me.
To. Your. Leader.
- I'm not sure
how I feel about this.
- Good news, susan.
There are still trace amounts
of quantonium in your blood.
- And the "good" part is?
- You're . % taller
than you should be.
- I'm supposed to be
ginormica.
"ever-so-slightly-larger-
than-normal-ica"
Isn't going to cut it.
- Buckle up, rock stars.
We just got word
from area fifty-something.
We got another
alien situation.
- Where?
- At area fifty-something.
[engine whines]
[brakes screech]
- Uh, this man
is our leader.
- Uh, technically,
I'm just one of three branches
of government.
A lot of checks
and balances on my, uh--
- Mr. President,
your most esteemed excellency,
On behalf
of the rest of the galaxy,
I want to say...
Sorry.
- Pardon? What?
- We feel just awful about
the whole gallaxhar kerfuffle.
Very embarrassing for us.
That's why--
[phone ringtone plays]
- Hold that thought.
[beep]
Kinda in the middle
of something.
[garbled chatter]
milk and beef jerky. Okay.
I'll stop on the way home,
but it'll be a while.
[kissing]
okay, bye. Bye.
[clears throat]
you were saying?
- You see, we feel awful
About the gallaxhar incident
and would like to--
[phone ringtone plays]
- yes?
[garbled chatter]
that's tonight?
Well, record it
and we'll watch it later.
No, don't watch it without me.
It's the finale.
You'll say something,
then I'll know who won and--
[clears throat]
gotta go. Bye.
- [mumbling] gallaxhar.
- Continue.
- Y-yes.
We would like to--
[phone ringtone plays]
- ugh.
There's no peace and quiet
when you're commander-in-chief.
- Perhaps a little
alien technology will help.
[chuckles]
- No signal?
Nice.
- If cutting off
all communication
Is the only way
for us to commence
Intergalactic diplomacy,
I say, "so be it."
- Alien technology.
I like it, mr., uh--
- Coverton.
[joints cr*ck]
- Area fifty-something,
do you copy?
- Frequency's all jammed.
- I don't like this.
- And I don't like
ham salad.
- As I was saying,
I'm here to build bridges.
Or, uh, rebuild them,
as the case may be.
- Sweet molasses!
- So let me get this straight,
mr. Coverton.
You don't wanna flambe
our cities, harvest our organs,
And/or turn us into
a mindless zombie work force?
- Not until I know you better.
[cackles]
- [shrieks]
- Kidding.
[chuckles]
I so got you.
- [chuckles]
you did, you cutup.
The uggies always make up for it
in personality, don't they?
- But seriously,
mr. President,
I feel like I already
know you so well.
In fact, I have a gift
just for you.
[air hisses]
- [yelps]
- My bio-thermal scanners
Have located
what could be an alien.
Definitely an alien.
And it's--sweet tooth!
The president!
- What?
- He's trapped in some sort
of devious alien device.
- Ham salad.
- I'm getting something
on the parabolic mic.
- [high-pitched shriek]
- Uh, I don't think
that's the president.
Sounds like a little girl.
- [high-pitched shriek]
- No, bob,
that's our president.
- Link,
we are going in hot!
- [high-pitched laughing]
I love this thing!
- Everybody loves
a fun bubble.
- I'm not wild about it.
- Oh, please, general.
Your leader is--
- About to be rescued
by team monster!
- Monsters, no!
- [screams]
- Whee!
Whoo! Yeah!
Everybody rumba!
[expl*si*n]
- Monsters, stand down!
- Ignore the general.
He's obviously
under the alien fiend's
Mind control.
- [yelps]
[groans]
- This is for earth's
most-dominant species.
[light slap]
- yeah, humankind! Whoo!
- Actually,
I was thinking of cockroaches,
But whatever.
[light slap]
- We got you,
mr. President.
- [screams]
Oof!
[groans]
Did you...
Change your hair?
- Mr. President,
you're safe now.
Monsters have
the situation under control.
- [laughs]
whoo!
- [groans]
- right?
- [kisses]
- What were
you monsters thinking?
- I wasn't.
No brain!
- We saw an alien.
In all probability, evil.
- So you just run in
and give the ol' one two?
- Yep!
When it comes to aliens,
The ol' one two
is always the answer.
That's what link says.
Right, buddy?
- Yeah, I might have said
something like that.
- But what about
the cylinder
That slurped up
all my quantonium?
- Sounds like
a stray balgarbian probe.
They're always leaving those
about the galaxy.
- So it wasn't
one of yours?
- [scoffs]
of course not.
[warbling tone]
Simple coincidence.
Mr. President, I feel unsafe
with these monsters around.
Maybe I'll come back
when you're ready, in a...
Century or two.
- But--but I won't
be president then!
What if I got rid
of the monsters?
All: What?
- You mean kicked them
to the curb?
- They're out of here.
[all gasp]
They are so fired.
- Mr. President,
you can't do that!
- Just did.
I decided.
I'm the decider-er.
So it's decider-ed.
It's aliens in
and monsters out.
- Yay!
Wait, boo?
Boo!
- Please, general.
Maybe you could get
the president to reconsider.
- Are they still here?
- Hi, mr. President!
- So, what do we do now?
I kinda have
a limited skill set.
- Mr. President,
Welcome to the power center
of this ship.
But please, whatever you do,
don't touch anything.
These instruments are very--
[loud beep]
No--
- I touched.
Is that a problem?
- What in blue blazes?
- Oh, dear.
[yelps]
[groans]
He activated
the self-defense mode!
Flee!
Flee for your life!
[lasers blasting]
- What do we do now?
We're monsters
without a cause.
- Yes, we do
seem fairly pointless.
- You want pointless?
I'm not even sure I qualify
as a monster anymore.
- I'm not pointless,
but I kinda wish I was.
[expl*si*n]
- What was that?
- Give you one guess.
- Go, go!
The president
is trapped in there.
Uh-oh.
[battle cry]
Do something!
It's your dag-b*rned
space ship!
- Yes, yes,
I'm working on it.
Mr. President,
the self-defense mode
Can be deactivated
with a simple code.
- Gotcha.
Hit me with that code.
- The first letter
is zrub.
- Zrub?
- It's the one
that looks a bit
Like an upside-down
ice cream cone that's on fire.
- Uh, how about one
that's sort of
A three-legged wolverine
with a bagpipe?
- No, that's quav--aah!
So, bad news.
Your president
is apparently, um, doomed.
Which I suppose means
you'll be in the market
For a new world leader.
- Negatory!
The president
will be rescued.
All I need are--
- monsters.
[strained groans]
Reporting for duty.
- And me!
Monster on the, uh, inside.
- Bob, show them why
you're indestructible.
- Indestruct-o-ball.
Good idea!
- My turn.
Hop in.
- [whistles]
- They have no idea
what they're doing.
They could make things worse!
- [screams]
- Then you better get in there
and show 'em what for.
- Oh, no, no,
no, no, no.
My people do not
"get in there."
We stand on the sidelines
and make scathing quips.
- Get in there!
- [groans]
- Hey, look who decided
to join us.
- It's your ship.
Feel free to lead the way.
- I'm here strictly
in an advisory role.
Now, the first wave
of defense will be--
- Agh!
- Yes, those.
[hydraulics hiss]
- Hey!
- This is fun!
Whee!
- Whoa!
Ooh!
[laughs]
The alien technology
failed to anticipate--
[groans]
My cockroach ability--
[grunts]
To withstand--
[grunts]
The worst of--
[grunts]
[screams]
Going--going--
going great in there.
Going--lotsa laughs.
Going good.
- [grunts]
Follow me.
- Now careful.
The next chamber will prove
much more difficult.
- Difficult for you,
funky feet,
But link's on this
like butter on bread.
Ugh!
- That's an immobilizer ray.
- Yeah, thanks.
I get that now.
[yelps]
- [groans]
- sorry.
Immobilizer ray.
- [groans]
[all scream]
- It's hopeless.
We'll never make it
to the president.
Oh.
So what say
we give up, hmm?
Listen, I've been dying to try
a special earth beverage.
Uh, "leemonade"
I believe it's called.
Is it good?
Hmm?
- Susan, I have an idea.
At least,
I think it's an idea.
- Give it to me, bob.
The idea?
- Oh, right!
Let the ray hit me
and then use me as a shield.
- Bob, that's brilliant.
- Okay, get ready to roll.
- Ready!
- [laughs]
that tickles.
- Thanks, bob.
- No problem.
Yep, feeling
pretty immobile now.
Whoa!
- [sighs]
[both groan]
- Hey, guys,
you're here too!
- [groans]
- The president
should be behind--
- This door.
- [gasps]
Hey, that's like
the thing that zapped me!
- Oh, let's not
waste our time bickering.
We have a president
to save!
See, there he is.
- Coverton,
thank goodness you're here.
And you too...
Uh, I wanna say sarah?
- Susan.
- Don't step on the floor!
It's pressure sensitive.
That is virtually
unbreakable.
- Mr. President, your
approval rating is dropping.
- [high-pitched shriek]
[glass cracks]
Oh, clever.
Well played, sarah.
- [annoyed]
yes, sir.
- Carefully,
mr. President.
Climb onto my lap.
- [grunting]
Whoa!
- Aah!
Oh, kralnaz.
- Tell me,
on your planet,
"oh, kralnaz"
means something good.
- No.
It means the ship
is leaking hyperion,
And when it blows,
it will destroy half the world.
- Oh, kralnaz.
- Hold on.
Which half of the world,
huh?
[glass shatters]
[hissing]
[expl*si*n]
- Duck and cover!
[massive expl*si*n]
- Whoo!
That was awesome.
Did you see that, susan?
Susan?
Hey, where's susan?
- I'm afraid
that susan is...Gone.
- Really?
I hope she went
someplace nice.
- I'm sure she has,
buddy.
- [grunts]
- Whoa.
All: Susan!
- Once again,
monsters save the world.
- Please, half the world.
- Fascinating.
Apparently, the quantonium
left in ginormica's system
Absorbed the expl*sive
hyperion energy
And reactivated
her powers.
And it did more than that.
Susan,
think small thoughts.
- Small thoughts? Okay.
Snowflakes, ladybugs,
Those itty-bitty
hot dog hors d'oeuvres.
- Cool.
- Well, I'll be.
- Check me out.
I can totally control
my ginorma-sizing.
- All right, susan.
That's really--
aah!
- Sorry, bob.
Okay, maybe not
totally totally control.
- No problem!
- Monsters, for your performance
in saving me and the world,
But mostly me,
I'm officially
welcoming you back
To area fifty-something.
[all cheer]
- Yeah!
- Boo!
No, wait.
Yay!
Right?
- It's gonna be great
having you work
Alongside my new bff,
coverton.
- What?
An alien is staying here?
- I know.
I'm so jealous.
- Oh, mr. President.
Were I to go
to washington with you,
We'd just waste all our time
giggling and gossiping.
Point is, from now on,
You guys are all
one big, happy family.
- [forced]
that's...Awesome.
- Super...Awesome.
[phone ringtone plays]
- hello?
[garbled chatter]
I'm leaving right now.
[joints cr*ck]
- Unfortunately,
my coverlord,
Our plan to neutralize
ginormica failed.
But I have the full trust
of the president.
And even better,
I have been placed
In the earthlings'
most secret base.
[knocking]
- Hurry up in there!
Mother nature's calling me
with a bullhorn!
- Gotta run.
Coverton out.
[toilet flushes]
Sorry, your earth commodes
are so confusing.
01x01 - Welcome to Area Fifty-Something
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American computer-animated television series based on the 2009 DreamWorks Animation film of the same name.
American computer-animated television series based on the 2009 DreamWorks Animation film of the same name.