Teen Titans Go! (2013) s06e01 Episode Script
That's What's Up
1 [bird crowing.]
[cat meowing and mouse squeaking.]
[elephant trumpeting and lion roaring.]
Yo! That's cool, that's cool That's super dope I like that, like that That's what's up Come kick it with your boy Baby, that's what's up I gets down with the DP That's what's up Yeah, that's what's up Yeah, that's what's up You know this right here Yo, that's what's up [elevator dings.]
Come on, Beast Boy, it's time to do chores.
No can do, bro.
I'm headed back East to visit the fam.
You have a family? Yeah, bro, the Doom Patrol.
WHere do you think I goes every summer? Huh! You're so useless, I never even noticed you were gone.
My number be on the fridge, yo! And don't forget to feed Sticky Joe whiles I gone.
Howdy! - [Beast Boy.]
Laters.
- Have fun.
No one is going to miss you.
[dings.]
[Beast Boy.]
I can't waits to see the fam! They bes the most loving and caring peoples in the world.
[exploding.]
[all clamoring.]
Get back here with my dinners, you dirty thieves! [tires screech.]
[Robotman chuckling.]
Your dinners? I see none of your signatures upon them.
- [chuckles.]
- I thought you said you can't eat these anymore, because of your high cholesterol.
No quack is gonna tell me what to do.
I live my life to the extreme.
[The Chief yelling.]
[yelling.]
Get away from us, you frightful elderly man! [yells.]
[squeals.]
You exposed my knees! You'll pay for that! [both yelling.]
[Negative Girl.]
Stop blowing up the yard, you big goof! [electrical buzzing.]
Dag nabbit! So, you are not the Mr.
Tough guy without your chair, are you? - Argh! - [metal clanks.]
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.
Stop it! You know the rules.
[both.]
No fighting on the lawn.
That's right.
Keep it on the driveway.
[all.]
Fight, fight, fight, fight.
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight! [all.]
Beast Boy! Whaddup, Doom Patrol! Haha, that's what's up! Robotman, my man! Whoo, your face is looking very symmetrical today.
Thanks for the compliment, yo! Whaddup, Negative Girl! You wanna meet my new pet? I found him napping on the side of the road.
"Hello, I'm Mr.
Squirrel.
" He's my bestest friend.
Yous as sweet as ever.
- [grunts.]
- [baby voice.]
Aw, mama's little baby boy is home.
Ah! My baby! Is that my little baby? Ah, my little baby! Look at that little face! Do you see this little man? It's good to see you, Moms.
No, it's good to see you too, sweetie pie.
[gasps.]
My, you're looking so thin.
Have some casserole.
[mumbling.]
No, no, thanks, Moms.
[chuckles nervously.]
I'm good, yo.
I'm good.
Yo, Chief.
- You need money? - No.
- A car? - No.
- A kidney.
- Uh-uh.
[excitedly.]
Then, welcome home! Now, what would you like to do on your first day back? I's definitely don't want to watch that tape.
Great idea, kid.
We'll watch the tape.
[upbeat music playing.]
Time to get - [thunder claps.]
- Extreme! - [thunder claps.]
- Gnarly tricks! Radical grindage! Major air! No one wants to watch you get extreme.
Oh, yeah? How about this? You like that? Yeah, you do! Perhaps, instead of the extreme sporting, we can go to the boardwalk and enjoy the artisanal yogurts? Or we can do something not lame! [Negative Girl.]
What's that, Mr.
Squirrel? "I think we should go to the cemetery.
" [gasps.]
Great idea.
Let's go to the cemetery! Guys [baby voice.]
It is my little baby's day.
He should pick.
[all arguing indistinctly.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo! Alls your ideas be great, but we gots to kick summer off right, by throwing a clambake for the town! A clambake! I thought you were one of those people who don't eat good food.
What are they called? A vegetarian! But a clambake ain't just about the food.
[growls.]
It's about the family.
Hah! That's a wonderful idea, Beast Boy.
Oh, we love the beach.
[Negative Girl.]
Oh, there could be a shark attack! [machine whirring.]
Yo, Brain! Your lawn is looking fresh, yo! It would be nice if you would cut yours! The neighborhood would appreciate it.
Don't be dumb! If we cut the grass, you'd see our garbage.
So throw it out.
But, where will the rats live? I would consider calling pest control, but I doubt they would get rid of you.
[chuckles.]
Yo, you want to come to our clambake later todays? I'm already throwing a clambake for the Homeowners Association at the beach.
Oh, cool, our clambakes can be neigh-bros, just like us.
- I trust you have the proper permits? - Permits? You can't throw a clambake in Codsville without permits! I assume you obtained them? Of course we did.
It's all permitted up in here.
You are a family of degenerates.
I doubt you could do anything right, much less get the proper permits.
Go check with City Hall, then.
I will.
[sinisterly.]
I will.
[Beast Boy.]
Doom Patrol! [Robotman.]
What if they find out we don't have a permit? I do not want to go to jail! - Relax.
- Why do we need permits? No one owns the beach.
But we are defacing public property.
Nah, bro, we just digging a pit to bake our clams in, yo.
[metal clanks.]
[Elasti-Girl.]
Looks like those belong to the Brain.
Hmm, no wonder he didn't want us here.
He didn't want us to find out he leaves trash all over the beach, every time he has a clambake! I says forget about that littering fool.
We gots a clambake to throw! [machine whirring.]
[vehicle locks.]
Ooh, looks like our guests are arriving.
And everything smells so good.
It really means a lot to me that you all broke the law to throw this good clambake.
Well, you know me, I am such a bad boy.
This clambake is going to be off the hook, yo! What up, Brain? Have you come here for the party-party fun times? Do-doo-dee, do-doo-dee, par-too-lee, Doom Patrol No, I've come here to shut you down.
[sipping.]
Hey, you can't do that.
Yes, I can.
I checked with City Hall and you don't have the permits to host this "clambake.
" You gots to let it slide.
Your degenerate family may let things slide, but not me or the city council.
[sighs.]
You know how important this is to me.
I don't care, but, perhaps, they do.
[The Brain.]
Officers! I cannot believe the Brain party poo-pooed all over our party.
That rich jerk thinks he can control everything.
[Negative Girl.]
What's wrong? Maybe The Brain is right.
Fighting on the lawn, scoffing at the idea of clambake permits.
Are we degenerates? No, Mama! That dirty Brain and his glowing garbage be the de-geriatrics.
Yeah, who is he to judge us? Wait, glowing? That's because it's giving off radiation.
No wonder The Brain wanted us off the beach.
He isn't throwing a clambake.
He's making a monster, yo! - [thudding.]
- [creature growls.]
[The Brain laughing sinisterly.]
You're too late, degenerates.
[bubbling.]
[growling.]
[The Brain laughing.]
Stop right there, Brain! [The Brain.]
You are in no position to make demands.
I am going to use this monster to bend the Homeowners Association to my will, and get you kicked out of Codsville once and for all.
[growling.]
[both grunt.]
[growls.]
- [both yell.]
- [electricity buzzing.]
[all grunt.]
[growls.]
[gasps.]
[all groan.]
Did you degenerates really think you could stop me? You couldn't even throw a decent clambake.
We may be degenerates But we're still a family.
And there's nothing we can't do by working together.
[Negative Girl yells.]
"Prepare to meet your doom!" [The Brain yells.]
[growls.]
[The Brain yells.]
- [clanking.]
- You puny fools cannot defeat my giant clam! [grunts.]
Now, Chief! Time to get Extreme! [The Chief.]
Whoo-hoo! - [The Chief chuckles.]
- [device beeping rapidly.]
[all cheering.]
That's what's up! Yeah, wes did it, yo.
That said it.
I say, say it again.
I'll say it again.
In your evil face, Brain.
[The Brain.]
Fools! You may have foiled my plan, but, at least, I've destroyed your party.
Uh, maybe not.
Doom Patrol! Nice work, Doom Patrol.
Aw, this might be our best clambake ever.
Let's hear it for the degenerates.
- [Robotman.]
Doom Patrol, Doom Patrol.
- [all cheering.]
Haha, that's what's up!
[cat meowing and mouse squeaking.]
[elephant trumpeting and lion roaring.]
Yo! That's cool, that's cool That's super dope I like that, like that That's what's up Come kick it with your boy Baby, that's what's up I gets down with the DP That's what's up Yeah, that's what's up Yeah, that's what's up You know this right here Yo, that's what's up [elevator dings.]
Come on, Beast Boy, it's time to do chores.
No can do, bro.
I'm headed back East to visit the fam.
You have a family? Yeah, bro, the Doom Patrol.
WHere do you think I goes every summer? Huh! You're so useless, I never even noticed you were gone.
My number be on the fridge, yo! And don't forget to feed Sticky Joe whiles I gone.
Howdy! - [Beast Boy.]
Laters.
- Have fun.
No one is going to miss you.
[dings.]
[Beast Boy.]
I can't waits to see the fam! They bes the most loving and caring peoples in the world.
[exploding.]
[all clamoring.]
Get back here with my dinners, you dirty thieves! [tires screech.]
[Robotman chuckling.]
Your dinners? I see none of your signatures upon them.
- [chuckles.]
- I thought you said you can't eat these anymore, because of your high cholesterol.
No quack is gonna tell me what to do.
I live my life to the extreme.
[The Chief yelling.]
[yelling.]
Get away from us, you frightful elderly man! [yells.]
[squeals.]
You exposed my knees! You'll pay for that! [both yelling.]
[Negative Girl.]
Stop blowing up the yard, you big goof! [electrical buzzing.]
Dag nabbit! So, you are not the Mr.
Tough guy without your chair, are you? - Argh! - [metal clanks.]
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.
Stop it! You know the rules.
[both.]
No fighting on the lawn.
That's right.
Keep it on the driveway.
[all.]
Fight, fight, fight, fight.
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight! [all.]
Beast Boy! Whaddup, Doom Patrol! Haha, that's what's up! Robotman, my man! Whoo, your face is looking very symmetrical today.
Thanks for the compliment, yo! Whaddup, Negative Girl! You wanna meet my new pet? I found him napping on the side of the road.
"Hello, I'm Mr.
Squirrel.
" He's my bestest friend.
Yous as sweet as ever.
- [grunts.]
- [baby voice.]
Aw, mama's little baby boy is home.
Ah! My baby! Is that my little baby? Ah, my little baby! Look at that little face! Do you see this little man? It's good to see you, Moms.
No, it's good to see you too, sweetie pie.
[gasps.]
My, you're looking so thin.
Have some casserole.
[mumbling.]
No, no, thanks, Moms.
[chuckles nervously.]
I'm good, yo.
I'm good.
Yo, Chief.
- You need money? - No.
- A car? - No.
- A kidney.
- Uh-uh.
[excitedly.]
Then, welcome home! Now, what would you like to do on your first day back? I's definitely don't want to watch that tape.
Great idea, kid.
We'll watch the tape.
[upbeat music playing.]
Time to get - [thunder claps.]
- Extreme! - [thunder claps.]
- Gnarly tricks! Radical grindage! Major air! No one wants to watch you get extreme.
Oh, yeah? How about this? You like that? Yeah, you do! Perhaps, instead of the extreme sporting, we can go to the boardwalk and enjoy the artisanal yogurts? Or we can do something not lame! [Negative Girl.]
What's that, Mr.
Squirrel? "I think we should go to the cemetery.
" [gasps.]
Great idea.
Let's go to the cemetery! Guys [baby voice.]
It is my little baby's day.
He should pick.
[all arguing indistinctly.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo! Alls your ideas be great, but we gots to kick summer off right, by throwing a clambake for the town! A clambake! I thought you were one of those people who don't eat good food.
What are they called? A vegetarian! But a clambake ain't just about the food.
[growls.]
It's about the family.
Hah! That's a wonderful idea, Beast Boy.
Oh, we love the beach.
[Negative Girl.]
Oh, there could be a shark attack! [machine whirring.]
Yo, Brain! Your lawn is looking fresh, yo! It would be nice if you would cut yours! The neighborhood would appreciate it.
Don't be dumb! If we cut the grass, you'd see our garbage.
So throw it out.
But, where will the rats live? I would consider calling pest control, but I doubt they would get rid of you.
[chuckles.]
Yo, you want to come to our clambake later todays? I'm already throwing a clambake for the Homeowners Association at the beach.
Oh, cool, our clambakes can be neigh-bros, just like us.
- I trust you have the proper permits? - Permits? You can't throw a clambake in Codsville without permits! I assume you obtained them? Of course we did.
It's all permitted up in here.
You are a family of degenerates.
I doubt you could do anything right, much less get the proper permits.
Go check with City Hall, then.
I will.
[sinisterly.]
I will.
[Beast Boy.]
Doom Patrol! [Robotman.]
What if they find out we don't have a permit? I do not want to go to jail! - Relax.
- Why do we need permits? No one owns the beach.
But we are defacing public property.
Nah, bro, we just digging a pit to bake our clams in, yo.
[metal clanks.]
[Elasti-Girl.]
Looks like those belong to the Brain.
Hmm, no wonder he didn't want us here.
He didn't want us to find out he leaves trash all over the beach, every time he has a clambake! I says forget about that littering fool.
We gots a clambake to throw! [machine whirring.]
[vehicle locks.]
Ooh, looks like our guests are arriving.
And everything smells so good.
It really means a lot to me that you all broke the law to throw this good clambake.
Well, you know me, I am such a bad boy.
This clambake is going to be off the hook, yo! What up, Brain? Have you come here for the party-party fun times? Do-doo-dee, do-doo-dee, par-too-lee, Doom Patrol No, I've come here to shut you down.
[sipping.]
Hey, you can't do that.
Yes, I can.
I checked with City Hall and you don't have the permits to host this "clambake.
" You gots to let it slide.
Your degenerate family may let things slide, but not me or the city council.
[sighs.]
You know how important this is to me.
I don't care, but, perhaps, they do.
[The Brain.]
Officers! I cannot believe the Brain party poo-pooed all over our party.
That rich jerk thinks he can control everything.
[Negative Girl.]
What's wrong? Maybe The Brain is right.
Fighting on the lawn, scoffing at the idea of clambake permits.
Are we degenerates? No, Mama! That dirty Brain and his glowing garbage be the de-geriatrics.
Yeah, who is he to judge us? Wait, glowing? That's because it's giving off radiation.
No wonder The Brain wanted us off the beach.
He isn't throwing a clambake.
He's making a monster, yo! - [thudding.]
- [creature growls.]
[The Brain laughing sinisterly.]
You're too late, degenerates.
[bubbling.]
[growling.]
[The Brain laughing.]
Stop right there, Brain! [The Brain.]
You are in no position to make demands.
I am going to use this monster to bend the Homeowners Association to my will, and get you kicked out of Codsville once and for all.
[growling.]
[both grunt.]
[growls.]
- [both yell.]
- [electricity buzzing.]
[all grunt.]
[growls.]
[gasps.]
[all groan.]
Did you degenerates really think you could stop me? You couldn't even throw a decent clambake.
We may be degenerates But we're still a family.
And there's nothing we can't do by working together.
[Negative Girl yells.]
"Prepare to meet your doom!" [The Brain yells.]
[growls.]
[The Brain yells.]
- [clanking.]
- You puny fools cannot defeat my giant clam! [grunts.]
Now, Chief! Time to get Extreme! [The Chief.]
Whoo-hoo! - [The Chief chuckles.]
- [device beeping rapidly.]
[all cheering.]
That's what's up! Yeah, wes did it, yo.
That said it.
I say, say it again.
I'll say it again.
In your evil face, Brain.
[The Brain.]
Fools! You may have foiled my plan, but, at least, I've destroyed your party.
Uh, maybe not.
Doom Patrol! Nice work, Doom Patrol.
Aw, this might be our best clambake ever.
Let's hear it for the degenerates.
- [Robotman.]
Doom Patrol, Doom Patrol.
- [all cheering.]
Haha, that's what's up!