02x53 - Byte-Sized

[bunniefuu]

BYTE-SIZED

I know I say
this kind of thing a lot,

but this time,
I really, really mean it.

Behold my greatest
invention ever: The nanites!

Um, I'm trying.
Where are they?

[sighs]

Poor, scientifically illiterate
Private.

It takes a microscope
to view nanites

in all their miniscule glory.

[burbling and beeping]

Awaiting command.

Oh, they're so cute.

If by "cute" you mean

"able to animate
any mechanical object,"

then yes, as a teeny button.

[electronic whoosh]

Oh!

Mopping floor.

Oh, it's sparkly!
It's so sparkly.

Nope, don't trust it.

[electronic burbles]

Not too light.
Not too dark.

Ooh!

Awww.

Nope, still don't trust it.

[electronic burbles]

Coffee, fishly brewed.

Sorry, Kowalski, but

I don't trust anything
I can't see and/or punch.

Skipper, my nanites
will save us tons of drudgery,

which will free us
for more creative pursuits.

Oh, yeah!

[gags]

[heavy metal music]

Ooh, very nice.

Like that.

The nanites do seem like

they're one of your
more helpful creations.

Exactly.
They're a Kowalski creation.

And that means they're destined
to go horribly wrong.

Impossible this time, Skipper.

I have programmed the nanites
to never allow

any harm to come to a penguin.

Rico, stick me.

Okay.
[gags]

Penguin in danger!

Mobilize!

See? There's no way
the nanites can go wrong.

[slurps]

Say, that's good joe.

Well, maybe there is something
to your ninnyites.

[sighs]
At moments like these,

in the scientific community,
the technical jargon is...

Told ya!

I can't stand it anymore!

Arrrrgh!

Whyyyyy?

You've messed with me
for the last time.

So it finally happened.

Who had today
as the day Maurice snapped?

Rico.

Ah! Yeah, give up fish, baby.
Wow.

Wait.

The only crime here
is my banana berry smoothie

should be inside my royal tummy,

not outside stickying up
my majestic midsection.

Hmm...

Bleh.

It's this stupid old junky blender.

So am I a smoothie now?

Maurice, my nanites
can upgrade your blender

and make your workload


I don't fully understand
what you're flapping about.

But I'm 95.6% sure I like it anyway.

Begin blender repair.

[rattling and wh$kring]

Blender repair complete.

Commence smoothie operations.

[slurps]

Sweet.

[slurps]

Ohhh!

My feelings on this matter
can only be defined...

by dance!
Hit it.

[cool dance music]

And mine will be defined
by leaving.

[fly buzzing]

Come back here, you little flirt.

[buzzing]

We're destined to be together,
you and me.

[buzzing]

Playing hard to get, eh?

I like that.

[buzzing]

I thuppose you think
thith ith funny.

[tiny giggle]

[cheerful music]

Uh-oh.

Help!

[electronic burbles]

Wait a minute.
Where's my lunacorn?

Oh, thank you.

How's that?

Ooh-la-la.
I am hot.

Guys, Barry the frog's tongue
is caught

in the cotton candy machine.

It's winding up, and it's gonna
get real ugly real soon.

Wow, never in the history
of language

have those words been put
together in that order.

All that cotton candy
is in danger.

Yeah, and Barry, too.

Eh, never a fan.

Still, this mission
is gonna be dangerous.

[vacuum stops whirring]

Right.
Barry is a poison dart frog.

His touch is devastatingly toxic.

We should work out
a meticulous strategy

with an emphasis on caution
and safety.

Or we could just wing it
like we always do.

I mean, what is danger, right?

Pfft, yeah, it's just anger

hiding behind
a plosive consonant.

[laughs and snorts]

Little obscure, even for you,
Kowalski.

All right, fine.
Let's just go.

[dramatic spy music]

Danger. Danger?

Initiate penguin protection
protocols.

[electronic whooshes]

[whooshes continue]

Huh?

Hey! Come back!

Bye-bye, blender!

I will always remember you
as a friend.

Assimilating new ordinance.

[electronic whooshes]

Penguins must be saved.

[grunting]

Thith hurts worth than it lookth.

Everyone relax.

We're here.

The cotton candy
will soon be safe.

Hm? Oh, yeah.

And Barry, too.

Kowalski, cut the power.

Rico, frog-proof me.

[gags]

Private, look concerned.

On it, Skipper.

Easy, toxic amphibian.

Slow and steady,
and nobody gets hurt.

I'm thuffering.

I meant me.
[horn beeping]

Penguins must be removed
from danger.

Hey, whoa!

This is uncomfortable.

Penguins must be removed
from danger.

It's the nanites following
the protective protocol.

Agh!

Whoa!
Agh!

[tires squeal]

Wait!
Where are you going?

Tell them to stand down.

Verbal override. Good idea.

I should've done that.

Didn't, but should've.

Ugh.

[triumphant music]

[tires squeal]

Ow.

Bleh.

[gags]

[squeaks]

Yeow!

You guys are great.

I could hug you all.

All: No!

[thunk]

[thunk]

Amphibian threat neutralized.

Okay, like, I was just kidding
with the hug thing.

Can you guys let me out now?

Hello?

Who smells science gone wrong?

Everybody?

You, tall guy.

[sighs]

Yeah, okay, maybe just a whiff.

[beeping]

This should do it.

Overriding safety protocols
denied.

Nice try.

[rumbling]

[drilling and hammering]

What's all that about?

Lincoln's itchy beard!

We're being sealed in.

Containment complete.

Containment?
As in trapped?

What?
This cannot stand.

What if Hans strikes?
Or Blowhole?

Or the new guy
in the reptile house?

You know, that guy
with the twitchy eye

and the blue tongue?

You've all seen him, right?

He's trouble, right?

Kowalski, front and center!

Prepare to receive
a disciplinary fish-slapping.

Ready and deserving, Skipper.

Huh!

Oh.

Hyah, hyah!

Huh?
Hmm.

The safety protocols.

No harm to a penguin.

Which I am.

Right.

Prepare for punitive
cuddles and hugs.

Ugh!

Get off!
I just wanna hug him.

With my fists!

Nyah.

I can fix this.
Give me an hour.

What are we supposed
to do now?

Talk amongst yourselves.

Try to make it interesting.

[whirring]

Mm, they are yummy smoothies.

Uh-huh.

[muttering]

Eat plunger, nanites!

Retreat, retreat!

Cold smoked kielbasa,
Kowalski.

You did it!

It was a simple matter of creating

a localized electromagnetic
pulse gen--

Habba, habba, habba,
flap your beak all you want.

I'm going nanite hunting.
Hoo-ah!

[gags]

Hey, nanites.

Come grab a hot,
steaming serving of--

What the-- what?

[deep electronic voice]
Nanite protocol engaged.

Protect penguins.

Oh, a whole bunch of heck.

Yep.

Aaaah!

Scatter!
Get the weapon!

[beeping]

[bang bang bang bang!]

[screams]

Rico's toast!

Mmm!

[beeping]

I've been winkied!

Ha, ha!

[beep beep]

[ding!]

[screams]

Fourth penguin missing.

Scanning.

Gotcha.

Penguin smug levels rising.

Oh, nuts.

Ow.

[electronic burbles]

Emergency!
Emergency!

Penguin injured!

We have violated
our own safety protocols.

Terminal shutdown required.

Ow again.

Okay, what just happened?

Victims of their own programming.

They self-terminated.

Ewww.

So that's the end of the nanites.

I believe so.

So there's nothing protecting
us penguins from danger.

It would seem that way.

Kowalski, gonna have to test
that theory.

By fish-slapping you
into next week!

[screams]
Get back here!

Take it like a penguin!

Not in the brain!
[whap!]