- ♪ Looking for a pet one day ♪
♪ Sanjay found a talking snake ♪
♪ And the perfect match was made ♪
♪ Jumped into his arms to say... ♪
♪ Sanjay and Craig ♪
- ♪ The stuff they get to is insane ♪
♪ Sanjay and Craig ♪
- ♪ They're in the Best Friends Hall of Fame ♪
♪ Sanjay and Craig ♪
- ♪ There is no Best Friends Hall of Fame ♪
They made it up!
- Aww... yes!
♪ ♪
- Direct hit!
- Gotcha! Ha ha!
Whoa!
Hector, Craig, attack formation alpha.
- Aye, Captain! - Yes, Captain!
He's still kicking!
- Meh-meh-meh-meh-meh- meh-meh-meh-meh.
- Megan, use your mind waves.
- Aye, Captain.
Oh, he's confused.
Hit him in the brain!
- Hector, look out. - Huh?
- I want to be the head.
- Sanjay, honey, can you run to the Frycade
and pick up an order of wings for dinner?
Pop-Pop needs food now.
- Okay, boys, you heard your father.
Wrap up your little game.
- Mom, it's not a game.
It's a space mission.
- Yeah, Earth to Mom.
Can't you see we're in space?
- Space, huh?
I think I'm actually hearing a distress call
from deep space.
- Hmm. Go on.
Help me, Captain Sanjay.
You're my only hope.
- Hmm, I like the sound of that.
- We desperately need wing-tanium.
King Quasar is shrinking at an alarming rate.
Pop-Pop... .
- Don't worry, Your Majesty.
We won't let you down.
Crew!
- Aye, Captain. - Yes, Captain.
- Prepare for opening credits!
♪ ♪
Hyah!
♪ ♪
- Let's beam inside.
- Dudes, we looked so cool beaming into this place.
Whoa, look at this place!
- Let's keep our heads down and get to that wing-tanium.
♪ ♪
- Pen-E! Hmm?
One order of wing-tanium, please.
- I'm gonna assume you mean chicken wings,
'cause that's all we got.
Aah!
- The wing-tanium process is incredible.
Order up.
Fresh and hot. - Thank you!
Mission half complete. - Oh, yeah!
- Let's get these wings back to King Quasar.
Huh?
Pew-pew-pew.
- Hmm...
Set thrusters to hover mode.
Four life forms detected.
- Noodman, what are you doing?
- Open transmission stream.
- Apologies, Captain.
It looked like you and your crew needed some assistance
beaming back to your ship.
- You know space talk?
- Affirmative!
I used to partake in space games with my childhood friends.
- Look, Noodman, we're on an important mission
to deliver this wing-tanium to my home planet.
- Yeah!
- At ease, Number Two.
- Well, I could help you
deliver that wing-tanium super fast,
because my ship has hyperspeed.
Pew-pew! Pew-pew!
- Uh, one moment.
What do you think? Should we trust him?
- No, Noodman stinks. He can't help us.
- But King Quasar is shrinking fast.
- I don't know if we can trust Noodman, though.
- Exactly.
- But we really need to get that wing-tanium back.
- And Noodman has speed.
- Hmm, let's give it a go, then?
- You're gonna be my new space dad!
- Dude, what are you doing?
- If he does one wrong thing, we'll lose him, okay?
- I won't let you guys down.
- Uh...
- Assemble!
- I'll secure the wing-tanium.
Meow-meow-meow- meow-meow-meow.
- Oh, very impressive.
Oh, wow, you have a Compu-tron 7000!
And a fleep-florp.
- Well, I must say, you have a great ship.
- "Well, I must say..."
Thanks for telling us what we already know.
- I think Craig means "thanks."
Anyway, is the wing-tanium secure?
- I've wrapped it in my mind force.
So, if anything happens to it, my brain will explode.
- That sounds really dangerous,
but also really cool, so I'll allow it.
Noodcat, take a seat.
This is my chair.
See, it says, uh, Hector.
That's, uh, my nickname. Guess you'll have to stand.
- Oh, it's okay. I've got my own seat.
- Mine's cooler.
- Glad we're all getting along.
Whoa!
- We're being attacked!
- It's Tyson!
- Whoa! We got to speed up!
- Engage hyper speed!
- Is the wing-tanium okay?
Is the wing-tanium okay?
- Craig! - Wing-tanium secure.
- All right, flip it!
Return fire!
- Perfect shot! His shields are at 10%.
- Shoot him again!
- Easy, Chief. His shields are down.
You don't kick a beaver in the tooth while he's flossing.
- Yes, Captain.
- Captain, the only logical option
is to beam aboard and subdue him.
- Number Two, it's too risky.
- I have to disagree, Captain.
I admire your path of least violence,
but your Number Two is positively correct.
- Huh? Hmm.
- Very well, Noodcat.
You'll stay behind and monitor the situation.
Chief, Lieutenant, Number Two, you're with me.
- Uh, thanks for going with my plan, Noodcat,
but I still don't trust you!
Here, you can have this.
Just don't get cat hair all over it.
- Thank you, Hector.
- See? Maybe he's okay.
- Maybe.
- Good luck, team! Mwah! Grab it!
- Oh, uh, mm. Thanks, Space Dad.
Whoa!
Are you playing your little baby space games again?
- Have at him, Chief!
- It would take a hundred of you little runts to defeat...
Ow! Get off me. You're really heavy. Ow!
- That was easy.
- He's all yours, Captain.
- Why are you attacking us, Tyson?
We're on a peaceful delivery mission.
- Ha ha. 'Cause he gave me five quid.
- "He"?
- Something's happened to the wing-tanium.
You have fallen right into my trap,
and now your precious wing-tanium is all mine!
- He's taking our ship.
Ta-ta, twerps!
No! How could he do that?
- I told you, dude.
- I thought he'd changed. I thought...
- Listen, you're a sweet and kind prince, Sanjay.
He just took advantage of that,
but you're still our cappy-wappy.
Now, what are your orders?
- Noodcat.
We get the wing-tanium back!
Megan, can you fly this thing? - Yes.
- For King Quasar!
- Oh, Pop-Pop... Ooh.
- Yes! Ha ha ha!
- Hey, get back here!
Entering Planet Noodulon.
- There he is!
Stop this madness!
That wing-tanium is to save King Quasar's life!
You must let us have it.
- Oh, I'll let you have it, all right.
- Fleep-Florp, no!
- Huh, he's fine.
Noodman, you're a monster!
- Oh, you want to see a monster, do you?
You are so pathetic!
I'm a monster!
- No!
- Fleep-Florp, no!
Fleep-Florp, no! Ah, he'll be okay.
- I'm immortal.
- Huh? Wha... Ow-wee!
Ow, ow-wee!
What?
- It's okay, Hector. - Ow. It hurts.
- My mom can help you when we get inside.
- Uh, well, you have to get past my force field first.
- Time-out, time-out. You took it too far, Noodman.
- Yeah. Why did you become a bad guy?
- I've just always been the bad guy.
That was the only way the neighborhood kids
would let me play.
- Those kids sound mean.
You could've just stayed a good guy with us.
- Really? - Yeah.
We were having fun.
- Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
I think this belongs to you.
And I'm sorry for hurting you, Hector.
- I already forgot what happened.
- And I'm sorry for stepping on you, Fleep-Florp.
- Mission accomplished, guys.
Now, let's go actively force this wing-tanium
down King Quasar's food tube.
- Oh, hey, Noodman! - Huh?
- So I was thinking...
I don't know.
You want to have dinner with us?
No.