Ballmastrz 9009 (2018) s02e10 Episode Script
Onward, True Blue Friends Win Eternal, Paladin...
1
"Ballmastrz."
Believe it, sods!
Against all odds,
the Leptons are champions.
Booyah!
We're in Lartha
at the Ministry of Culture
for Crayzar's Grand Game Gala.
It is my esteemed treasure
to bestow the Crayzar Cup
upon this season's
grand champions,
the Leptons
of Ulsa Guerin.
[All scream]
[Laughs]
Now it's time to announce
the coveted season MVP.
This is it, the comeback story
of the season,
defying the odds from the depths
of disgrace and scandal.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this season's
Most Valuable Player
of The Game award
goes to
Crayzar: Ballmaster.
Ballmaster?
Ballmaster? Ballmaster?
Yay for those dudes.
Go, dudes.
What an honor.
I-I'd like to thank
Uh,
hey, you know what?
Let's forgo the traditional list
of boring obligatory gratitudes
and instead simply remind
our young, beautiful,
adoring groupies that I'll be
backstage waiting to load
the cloud into the old cannon,
if you know what I mean.
[Crickets chirping] You know,
dance the forbidden polka,
make a magical sandwich,
shall we say, okay?
Violate the prime directive?
No.
There really is one person
we do need to thank.
I owe this award and everything
that we accomplished as a team
to my hero, my mentor,
my dearest true-blue friend,
the great Gaz Digzy.
[Cheers and applause]
- Ooh.
- [Chuckles]
Ah, sweet kid.
Ah, well, Digzy,
there's always next season.
I'm going to train harder,
get fit,
actually get sober, and show
everybody I still got it.
[Gasps] I suppose
congratulations are in order.
Father?!
I admit I'm somewhat impressed
with, uh, your accomplishments.
At the very least,
your unwavering stubbornness.
But now it's finally time to
stop all this athlete nonsense
and come take
your rightful place
within
the family corporation.
You must be out
of your feeble, geriatric mind.
I forge my own destiny,
Pop.
You and your greedy empire
don't factor into it.
You're still an awful brat,
I see.
Very well.
You leave me little choice.
Quit the game and come back
to the family fold
or I'll destroy
your precious Leptons forever.
Oh, yeah? [Scoffs]
You and what army?
Maybe you didn't get the memo,
moneybags,
but we're we the grand champs
with legions of loving fans.
You may be filthy rich,
but you can't buy
the burning spirit
of teamwork in our hearts.
[Laughing]
I assure you I do have the power
to destroy the Leptons
because I already
own the team.
You own the Leptons?
The game is a franchise
business, sweetheart.
I acquired Leptons the day
you joined dirt cheap, too,
if you'll excuse the pun
and what a genius investment
it's become,
the ultimate bargaining chip.
If those vultures on
the board of directors
think I can't even control
my own daughter,
they'll walk over me
like a doormat.
Besides, a Digzfield heir
waiting in the wings
keeps the shareholders happy,
even if it's all for show.
Now,
for the last time,
if you don't give up
this silly life immediately,
I'll split up you
and your friends by trading you
all away to different teams
across the consortium.
Then I'll level Lepton Arena to
the ground and salt the earth.
Imagine what depths Ulsa Guerin
will hit without a team
to distract its base-born masses
from their shit-filled lives.
- Yeah!
- [Chuckles]
- Yeah! [Chuckles]
- [Chuckles]
Gaz, there you are.
We can't truly celebrate
without you.
Yeah! Kick off the heels,
and come shake that jelly roll.
I'm not staying.
I came to say goodbye.
You can't leave yet.
The night is young,
party animal.
I'm not leaving
for the night.
I'm leaving for good.
[All gasp]
But what about
our championship season?
And next season?
There's not going to be
another season for me.
I am done.
You're leaving
the Leptons?
The Leptons, the game,
the life, all of it.
It's been great, gang,
but I'm retiring.
Rupert: So, finally,
I just said, "Screw it."
Worked like a charm.
Overnight the labor leaders
are all jailed,
and stocks
are soaring again.
I'm over the moon about it.
[Laughter]
Bravo.
[Sighs]
Pressing business,
Miss Gazmerelda.
The music room
needs new drapes.
Shove it, Belvedere.
I'm instructing you
to go make me a mai tai.
I'm dreadfully sorry, Miss,
but your father has cut you off.
I believe it's time
to dry out.
[Groans]
[Dog barks]
Hey.
Opening day, a new season
of the game.
Here in Lartha, the Leptons
are showing a strong debut
as reigning champs,
even without Gaz Digzy.
Go, Leptons, go!
[All grunting]
[Grunts]
Whoa.
[Chuckles]
- [Grunts]
- [Chuckles]
[Chuckles]
Kill, kill, kill!
[Grunts]
- Aah!
- Aah!
Aah!
Yeah.
Ballmastrz.
[Chuckles]
[Both scream]
Let's win one
for old Gaz Digzy.
Whenever you are, Gaz,
we miss you.
I wish you could be here
with us.
Huh?
♪♪
♪♪
[Laughs]
[Screaming]
That's it, Lulu,
just like I taught ya.
Attaboy, Flip.
You show them.
[ Alarm blaring]
Warning, evacuate,
evacuate, evacuate.
What in seven hells is this?
♪♪
[People screaming]
Evacuate. Evacuate.
Call me overly sensitive,
but I have a really crappy
feeling about this.
Agh!
I can't just sit here.
[Grunts]
[Thud]
- Going somewhere?
- Hey!
Out of the way, Pops.
The Leptons need me.
How dare you defy me again.
What kind of lowly wretch
turns her back on family.
The Leptons are my family.
I won't stand for it.
I demand you act like a proper
lady instead of a tramp.
[People screaming]
- Aah!
- Out of my car, mine.
Asshole,
this thing seats two.
[Gasps]
Aah!
Ha.
[All scream]
♪♪
[All gasp]
[Grunts]
This must be the end.
My life is flashing
before my eyes,
but I'm too terrified to enjoy
reliving all the naughty parts!
We're, like,
totally doomed.
Want to come in
out of the rain?
All: Crayzar!
Lord Crayzar,
what's happening?
The seeds of salvation,
planted so very long ago,
have grown into
a wondrous tree
bearing such
magnificent fruit.
Oh, boy, so here come
the riddles.
I'll skip the bullshit.
The game is not just a means
to achieve peace on Earth.
All along
it's been a training ground
for the day humanity
would have to stand together,
unified to face
a cataclysmic threat.
The game disciplined
the unwitting future heroes
of this conflict to meet
our uninvited guests head-on.
You, Ballmaster,
will be Earth's champion
together with the Leptons.
The greatest teams of the game
become my elite army,
the newly minted
Terra Defense Force.
Baby Ball: This guy has really
flipped his wig now.
Battle stations.
Commence countdown
to hyperspace full jump.
Battle stations?
Hyperspace full jump?
Why, yes, my dear.
This entire city is actually
an interstellar battleship
of my own design.
[Gasps]
- [Chuckles]
- Ooh.
- [Grunts]
- [Gasps]
We're folding space
to meet the enemy armada.
But what about Gaz?
We only got to this point
because of Gaz.
Oh, I nearly forgot
my first mate.
[Chuckles]
[Grunts]
Aah!
Bite me, you son of a bi
aah!
Ballmaster!
I've never been so happy
to see you guys.
And we're never
letting you go again.
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
Captain,
you're looking sharp.
- Sweet of you to join us, Digzy.
- Ha-ha!
All systems ready, sir.
Execute hyperspace full jump.
One giant leap for mankind,
one humongous leap
for Umbilicus.
Everyone, hang onto your balls.
♪♪
"Ballmastrz."
Believe it, sods!
Against all odds,
the Leptons are champions.
Booyah!
We're in Lartha
at the Ministry of Culture
for Crayzar's Grand Game Gala.
It is my esteemed treasure
to bestow the Crayzar Cup
upon this season's
grand champions,
the Leptons
of Ulsa Guerin.
[All scream]
[Laughs]
Now it's time to announce
the coveted season MVP.
This is it, the comeback story
of the season,
defying the odds from the depths
of disgrace and scandal.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this season's
Most Valuable Player
of The Game award
goes to
Crayzar: Ballmaster.
Ballmaster?
Ballmaster? Ballmaster?
Yay for those dudes.
Go, dudes.
What an honor.
I-I'd like to thank
Uh,
hey, you know what?
Let's forgo the traditional list
of boring obligatory gratitudes
and instead simply remind
our young, beautiful,
adoring groupies that I'll be
backstage waiting to load
the cloud into the old cannon,
if you know what I mean.
[Crickets chirping] You know,
dance the forbidden polka,
make a magical sandwich,
shall we say, okay?
Violate the prime directive?
No.
There really is one person
we do need to thank.
I owe this award and everything
that we accomplished as a team
to my hero, my mentor,
my dearest true-blue friend,
the great Gaz Digzy.
[Cheers and applause]
- Ooh.
- [Chuckles]
Ah, sweet kid.
Ah, well, Digzy,
there's always next season.
I'm going to train harder,
get fit,
actually get sober, and show
everybody I still got it.
[Gasps] I suppose
congratulations are in order.
Father?!
I admit I'm somewhat impressed
with, uh, your accomplishments.
At the very least,
your unwavering stubbornness.
But now it's finally time to
stop all this athlete nonsense
and come take
your rightful place
within
the family corporation.
You must be out
of your feeble, geriatric mind.
I forge my own destiny,
Pop.
You and your greedy empire
don't factor into it.
You're still an awful brat,
I see.
Very well.
You leave me little choice.
Quit the game and come back
to the family fold
or I'll destroy
your precious Leptons forever.
Oh, yeah? [Scoffs]
You and what army?
Maybe you didn't get the memo,
moneybags,
but we're we the grand champs
with legions of loving fans.
You may be filthy rich,
but you can't buy
the burning spirit
of teamwork in our hearts.
[Laughing]
I assure you I do have the power
to destroy the Leptons
because I already
own the team.
You own the Leptons?
The game is a franchise
business, sweetheart.
I acquired Leptons the day
you joined dirt cheap, too,
if you'll excuse the pun
and what a genius investment
it's become,
the ultimate bargaining chip.
If those vultures on
the board of directors
think I can't even control
my own daughter,
they'll walk over me
like a doormat.
Besides, a Digzfield heir
waiting in the wings
keeps the shareholders happy,
even if it's all for show.
Now,
for the last time,
if you don't give up
this silly life immediately,
I'll split up you
and your friends by trading you
all away to different teams
across the consortium.
Then I'll level Lepton Arena to
the ground and salt the earth.
Imagine what depths Ulsa Guerin
will hit without a team
to distract its base-born masses
from their shit-filled lives.
- Yeah!
- [Chuckles]
- Yeah! [Chuckles]
- [Chuckles]
Gaz, there you are.
We can't truly celebrate
without you.
Yeah! Kick off the heels,
and come shake that jelly roll.
I'm not staying.
I came to say goodbye.
You can't leave yet.
The night is young,
party animal.
I'm not leaving
for the night.
I'm leaving for good.
[All gasp]
But what about
our championship season?
And next season?
There's not going to be
another season for me.
I am done.
You're leaving
the Leptons?
The Leptons, the game,
the life, all of it.
It's been great, gang,
but I'm retiring.
Rupert: So, finally,
I just said, "Screw it."
Worked like a charm.
Overnight the labor leaders
are all jailed,
and stocks
are soaring again.
I'm over the moon about it.
[Laughter]
Bravo.
[Sighs]
Pressing business,
Miss Gazmerelda.
The music room
needs new drapes.
Shove it, Belvedere.
I'm instructing you
to go make me a mai tai.
I'm dreadfully sorry, Miss,
but your father has cut you off.
I believe it's time
to dry out.
[Groans]
[Dog barks]
Hey.
Opening day, a new season
of the game.
Here in Lartha, the Leptons
are showing a strong debut
as reigning champs,
even without Gaz Digzy.
Go, Leptons, go!
[All grunting]
[Grunts]
Whoa.
[Chuckles]
- [Grunts]
- [Chuckles]
[Chuckles]
Kill, kill, kill!
[Grunts]
- Aah!
- Aah!
Aah!
Yeah.
Ballmastrz.
[Chuckles]
[Both scream]
Let's win one
for old Gaz Digzy.
Whenever you are, Gaz,
we miss you.
I wish you could be here
with us.
Huh?
♪♪
♪♪
[Laughs]
[Screaming]
That's it, Lulu,
just like I taught ya.
Attaboy, Flip.
You show them.
[ Alarm blaring]
Warning, evacuate,
evacuate, evacuate.
What in seven hells is this?
♪♪
[People screaming]
Evacuate. Evacuate.
Call me overly sensitive,
but I have a really crappy
feeling about this.
Agh!
I can't just sit here.
[Grunts]
[Thud]
- Going somewhere?
- Hey!
Out of the way, Pops.
The Leptons need me.
How dare you defy me again.
What kind of lowly wretch
turns her back on family.
The Leptons are my family.
I won't stand for it.
I demand you act like a proper
lady instead of a tramp.
[People screaming]
- Aah!
- Out of my car, mine.
Asshole,
this thing seats two.
[Gasps]
Aah!
Ha.
[All scream]
♪♪
[All gasp]
[Grunts]
This must be the end.
My life is flashing
before my eyes,
but I'm too terrified to enjoy
reliving all the naughty parts!
We're, like,
totally doomed.
Want to come in
out of the rain?
All: Crayzar!
Lord Crayzar,
what's happening?
The seeds of salvation,
planted so very long ago,
have grown into
a wondrous tree
bearing such
magnificent fruit.
Oh, boy, so here come
the riddles.
I'll skip the bullshit.
The game is not just a means
to achieve peace on Earth.
All along
it's been a training ground
for the day humanity
would have to stand together,
unified to face
a cataclysmic threat.
The game disciplined
the unwitting future heroes
of this conflict to meet
our uninvited guests head-on.
You, Ballmaster,
will be Earth's champion
together with the Leptons.
The greatest teams of the game
become my elite army,
the newly minted
Terra Defense Force.
Baby Ball: This guy has really
flipped his wig now.
Battle stations.
Commence countdown
to hyperspace full jump.
Battle stations?
Hyperspace full jump?
Why, yes, my dear.
This entire city is actually
an interstellar battleship
of my own design.
[Gasps]
- [Chuckles]
- Ooh.
- [Grunts]
- [Gasps]
We're folding space
to meet the enemy armada.
But what about Gaz?
We only got to this point
because of Gaz.
Oh, I nearly forgot
my first mate.
[Chuckles]
[Grunts]
Aah!
Bite me, you son of a bi
aah!
Ballmaster!
I've never been so happy
to see you guys.
And we're never
letting you go again.
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
Captain,
you're looking sharp.
- Sweet of you to join us, Digzy.
- Ha-ha!
All systems ready, sir.
Execute hyperspace full jump.
One giant leap for mankind,
one humongous leap
for Umbilicus.
Everyone, hang onto your balls.
♪♪