Robots

Rodney Copperbottom: But I don't want my picture taken.

Fender: You don't?

Rodney Copperbottom: No.

Fender: That's okay, there's no film in the camera.

Rodney Copperbottom: But you're Bigweld. You can fix anything.

Bigweld: I used to think so. To me the company was about making life better, but to Ratchet, it was making money that came first. I became old-fashioned, and outmode. Ratchet beat me, and he's gonna beat you.

Rodney Copperbottom: But...

Bigweld: The world you're looking for no longer exists. You missed it. Find some other foolish dream.

Rodney Copperbottom: Crank, the idol of millions is gone, and no one seems to care. There should be an angry mob out there.

[angry mob runs past the window]

Fender: [Fender, Rodney and the others go out to investigate the mob] Wow! That was great, psychic friend! Now say, "Money should be falling from the sky."

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey Fender.

[Rodney does arm farts]

Fender: Yeah Baby, let 'er rip!

[Rodney and Fender are doing arm farts]

Crank: What are you guys, 3 years old? This is how a man does it.

[Crank does arm farts]

Piper: You guys are SO gross! Besides, this is how you do it.

[Piper does arm farts]

Aunt Fanny: Hey kids, get a load of this...

[does BIG farts; Everyone is grossed out]

Piper: Aunt Fanny, we were using our arms!

Crank: Ugh, light a match!

Lamppost: Lady... please... see a doctor...

Lamppost: [the lamppost passes out]

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey! You're Tim from the TV show!

Tim the Gate Guard: That's me!

Rodney Copperbottom: Well, hey, Tim! Who closed the gate? It's never supposed to be...

Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, okay. What do you want?

Rodney Copperbottom: Huh? Oh. I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld. I'm an inventor.

Tim the Gate Guard: Oh! Why didn't you say so? Stand back.

[Tim opens the gate; Rodney stands in awe]

Rodney Copperbottom: Thanks.

[Starts to go in, but the gate closes suddenly]

Rodney Copperbottom: What?

Tim the Gate Guard: I gotcha! You see, 'cause you were all excited, and then boom!

[laughs]

Tim the Gate Guard: All right, I had my laugh. Go on in.

[the gate opens; Rodney starts walking, but the gate closes again]

Rodney Copperbottom: What? Hey!

Tim the Gate Guard: [laughing] Now that's funny! The second time! You really think I'm going to let you in! But I'm not.

Rodney Copperbottom: If anything goes wrong, we'll signal each other.

Fender: What kind of signal would you want? You want something kind of subtle, like...

[Whispers gibberish]

Fender: Or...

[Barks loudly like a seal]

Fender: Oh, how about this?

Fender: [Very loudly] Caw-caw! Caw-caw! R-R-R-R-R-Ricola!

Rodney Copperbottom: Subtle.

Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld, are you okay?

Bigweld: I'm the prettiest girl at the Harvest Moon Ball.

Rodney Copperbottom: I'll take that as a no.

Rodney Copperbottom: Something's wrong. There's some-some highly polished jerk sitting in Bigweld's chair!

Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, and you're sitting on the sidewalk, magentized!

Tim the Gate Guard: [laughs]

Rodney Copperbottom: So, what are you guys doing today?

Fender: We're doing it.

Piper: What about you?

Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld is missing and you're all just going to sit around and do nothing?

Fender: I think that's already been established.

Rodney Copperbottom: [as the dominoes are falling in Bigweld's workshop] This is more elaborate than the TV show.