02x11 - Adoption's an Option

[bunniefuu]

It's alive!

Robot Chicken Smiley Meals?!
All right, mom!

You're sitting in that chair
until you finish all your fries.

That's right, corporate America.

Robot Chicken is ready to sell out.

This Humping Robot Back Massager
really hits the spot.

Available for parties.

Damn it! Damn it!

Damn it!
Damn it! Damn it!

First words!

Available for motivational speeches.

Successful office synergy
means breaking down the paradigm...

between the can-do chickadees
and the can't crows.

I've been motivated by his speech!

Available for escort
and personal massage.

Madame, are you ready to level up?

Oui!

Available for merchandising.

With my official Eagle Eye Smith
BB g*n, I'm a champion.

- My eye!
- Awesome!

Now, that's a douche I can trust.

Robot Chicken.
We're ready to sell out.

This peace treaty
will finally end the v*olence...

between the Israeli
and the Palestinian people.

Mr. Prime Minister, let us sign.

¤ Want a Fanta?
Don't you want a Fanta? ¤

What the hell is going on here?

I don't know, but those girls
are making me thirsty.

¤ Fanta is nectar of the Gods ¤

¤ So let's not declare Jihad ¤

¤ Fanta helps you keep composure ¤

¤ There's no pork, you Jews, it's kosher ¤

¤ Fanta tastes so mediocre ¤

¤ Let's play Gaza strip poker ¤

Those Fantanas
were really something else!

- Where's the treaty?
- Where's my wallet?

And where are my pants?

So, are you gonna r*pe me tonight?

I have a headache.
Leave me alone.

Fine.

- Be good.
- Good-bye, E.T.

- E.T. Home.
- Oh, my God!

Look, everyone,
that ret*rd we ditched on earth...

somehow found his way home.

E.T. Phoned home.

What the hell are you calling
yourself E.T. For, spaz?

Your name is Kleborp,
Kleborp the ret*rd.

Kleborp the ret*rd
with only one glowing finger.

Oh, now you're f*cking dead.

And this time, stay lost! Loser!

Friend.

Our house is gonna have
the best pumpkins on the block.

Schneiderman,
you suck at carving pumpkins.

Who's the freak?

Quiet. Trick-or-treaters.

Trick or treat? Smell my feet.

Now, now. Be nice.

Milf! Milf, Milf!

- Quiet.
- Milf!

Did you get a load of that Milf, ret*rd?

Yeah.

- You idiot!
- Oh, no!

- Boys.
- Trick or treat? Smell my ass!

Shut up, dude.
Let's just smash them.

Holy f... ing ass crackers!

For God's sakes, ret*rd,
call for help!

That is so foul.

Yeah!
Hope they enjoy their crap-o'- lantern.

Smash the other one.

Looks like somebody
already smashed it.

Pumpkin crap is the best.

Shut up.

Jim, I'm gonna need
copies of your ass...

...by the : meeting.
- Yes, sir.

And try to keep your balls
off the glass this time.

- Yes, sir.
- Now!

Yes, sir.

The best spaceship ever
would fly out in space.

It would have fins like a shark...

and a clown for a face.

Its wings have propellers...

its sails catch the breeze.

It runs on marshmallows,
and its wheels are skis.

The pilot is brave,
he drinks like my dad.

He rarely takes showers,
and yells when he's mad.

Billy, what the hell is wrong
with this damn thing?

The steering wheel
is a frickin' pretzel, damn it! Holy sh*t!

Then it plunges straight into the sun...

and that bastard
is never heard from again.

What? Billy.
Billy, I'm breaking up.

Oh, my God,
it's a sauna in here.

What smells
like burnt marshmallows?

Dear God, I'm sorry
for everything I've ever...

And that's
the best spaceship ever.

Now, children, in a few minutes...

we're gonna find out
who ate the poison cookie.

- Won't that be fun?
- Yeah!

- Horsie!
- Thank goodness you found me!

Little girl, please set me free.

Don't move. I'll be back.

I thought you were getting help.

Those will not cut through the tra...

What the hell are you doing?!

Here. Eat these magic healing oats.

OK.

Smell kind of funny.
Did you drug me?

There. Don't you look pretty!

I'm in a catastrophic amount of pain.

Sunny Muffins,
you're my bestest friend.

My name is Pegasus.

Sunny Muffins.

- Pegasus.
- Your name is Sunny Muffins.

It's Pegasus.

- Oh, God! God, why?
- Sunny Muffins. Say it!

- You bitch!
- Come on. Say it.

Say your name.
What's your name?

- Sunny Muffins.
- What's your name?

My name is Sunny Muffins.

I love you.

- Sunny Muffins.
- Who are you?

Honey Flake, apparently.

Would you like fries with that?
Would you like fries with that?

Would you like flies with that?

Damn it! Damn it!

Good morning, Uncle Gadget.

Muffins!
Go, go, Gadget Butter Kn*fe.

Oh, boy.

- Time to replace that arm.
- "Cyberdyne"?

Uncle Gadget, why aren't
you using your normal parts?

Not to worry, Penny.
I'm always on duty.

That's totally not what I asked.

Skynet on line.

Uncle Gadget, are you all right?

- Uncle Gadget?
- Must terminate.

Go, go, Gadget Circular Saw.

With Skynet on line...

Gadget is under my complete control...

and I'll use him to wipe out
my true nemesis...

that meddlesome
-year-old niece of his.

Hello.

Yes. This is Dr. Claw.

Well, did the tests
explain all the diarrhea?

Well, no.
The meds don't seem to...

Oh, dear!

Feline leukemia?
How long does he have?

I'm too young to have a license, Brain.
You drive. You're a dog.

I'll plot us a map to safety.

Who bookmarked
Doggone Dog p*rn in my browser?!

As if I have to ask?

- Oh, crap!
- Better take evasive action, Brain.

Brain, that's still Uncle Gadget.

We need to remember
that deep down inside...

Ram that son of a bitch!

Uncle Gadget, say something.

- I have a mission for Gadget.
- Perfect!

Wait, that message will self-destruct!

No duh!

Always on duty.

- Always on duty.
- Please, Uncle Gadget, no.

Go, go, go, go, Gadget Mallet.

Go, go, Gadget Skis.

Go, go, Gadget Back Hair Trimmer.

Go, go, Gadget Pizza Cutter.

Go, Gadget Nail Clipper.

- Sorry, uncle.
- Go, go, Roller Skates.

Disco Ball.
Roller Skates. Disco Ball.

Go, go, Gadget Lipstick.

Well, at least that's over.

- What did he just say?
- He says there's a storm coming in.

I know.

Give me $ . for this photo,
or my father will b*at me.

Go, go, Gadget Foot.

I would just like to say
a few words, if I may.

Next time, Gadget. Next time!