Wander Over Yonder

Welcome.

I've gathered you all here today

because I am dy ...

... ing to tell you something. I'm dying.

But before I die, I will bequeath to one of you villains

my vast empire and the extensive power

which I have spent 1,000 years building.

Are you 1,000 years old? You don't look a day over 400.

Am I right? Who's with me?

Wait. No! What if I say you do look your age?

Or older?

No!

That was desperate. I cannot stand desperate.

Whomever I bequeath control of my power to,

must be one who possesses great strength,

someone deserving.

I do not want weaklings!

This is perfect, sir. Now there's nobody standing in your ...

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, it's Hater and Mr. Peepers.

Sylvia, and you said we wouldn't know anyone.

Pbbt!

Wander. So glad you made it, my dear boy.

Ooh, sit next to me.

W ... W ... Wander?

What is he doing ... why ... why ... who?

Queen Entozoa,

I can't thank you enough for inviting me and Sylvia

to your swanky shindig.

I can't wait to meet all your fascinating guests.

And any of you well-behaved creeps get out of line,

I got a couple of guests I'd like you to meet, too.

The Lady Haymaker and the Duchess of Wailing.

Duchess, look.

Finger sandwiches.

Oh, yeah.

But, your majesty, he's not even a villain,

he's like the gooodiest good guy ever!

On the contrary, Lord Hater,

Wander is the number one most wanted fugitive in the galaxy.

So impressive. Someone has some competition.

But he's wanted by me. I did that.

Wander, I will not allow you to foil

another one of my plans.

Now you shall d ...

Excuse us. We need to use the little villains' room.

Sir, we've been over this.

You cannot destroy anyone at a dinner party.

It's very rude.

And the queen is very, very particular about proper manners.

But Wander doesn't even want queen Entozoa's power.

I do.

Omino deus! Decto illuminata!

Sancto invictus!

Sir, let me take care of Wander.

She's sure to pick you if you stick to the plan

and act like the ultimate gentleman.

Polite, proper, witty and charming.

Okay. I can do this.

Whoo-ha! Hate's great.

What a lovely evil castle you have here.

Oh, stop.

You know just what to say to a girl.

I like it, too.

It's got good parts and then other parts

that are also good, too, as well.

Don't be a suck up.

"Esther ate planets for Tom."

Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, Wandy.

How I love your devil-may-care attitude.

Grr!

Say goodbye, you wandering weirdo.

Better call the farmer because these calves

are ready for market.

You can't handle this.

I can't understand these disgusting creatures.

Someone else talk.

Oh, I have a very pithy and impromptu story

that's sure to make you laugh.

So the other day, I'm flying through space

and there's this planet that's just begging to get blown up.

- Why? - Because it was.

- But why? - Because it was dumb looking.

- Why? - Because it was

purple and I hate purple.

- Why? - Because this girl

I liked had purple hair and she didn't want to

date me but it doesn't matter 'cause I, like, didn't

want to date her either so, like, she's the loser, not me.

So whatever, purple is just stupid, okay.

Hey, I can do this.

What a ... good one!

Ah!

Ooh, time for dancing.

Dancing!

But before I let loose on the dance floor,

I got to let loose in the little gentleman's room.

So if you'll excuse me.

That's gonna hurt coming off.

Whoop, door's stuck.

Hello?

I did it. Sir, Wander is all taken care of.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

Your majesty, may I have this dance?

Lord Hater, maybe I was wrong about you.

I can't think of anyone more deserving of my power.

Phew! And I thought I missed it.

Follow my lead, look for breaks, don't put

anything in your ear bigger than your elbow.

Let's go!

May I cut in?

Oh my, you are a wild one, Wandy.

Whee!

Credo viri rominus ...

May I cut in?

Ow.

Ow.

No.

No! No!

I got to save this. What can I do?

What can I do?

I know.

Mwah!

What are you doing? I'm 1,000 years old.

But ... but ... but ... but

You don't look more than 400.

Desperate, weak, pathetic.

I can't stand desperate.

The party is over. I have made my choice.

No, please. You can't give it to Wander.

He's an idiot. He'll use it for good, not evil!

Give me what?

Wander, it is my wish to bequeath to you ...

Forget polite and proper.

Forget witty and charming.

I am not the ultimate gentleman.

I am Lord Hater, the ultimate evil.

When I want something, I take it.

And I want your power, now!

Okay.

Huh? Really?

Such strength. Such force.

Oh, so we are doing the kissing thing then?

I will enjoy inhabiting your body

so much better than this old hag's.

Yes. Wait, what?

Oh, yes, Lord Hater. That's the catch.

Just as I did with the queen,

when I bequeath my empire to a vessel,

they may control my power, but I will control them

for the next 1,000 years!

Lord Hater.

Nooo.

Oh-ho! Okay, I'm full.

You stuck me in a sandwich for a 1,000 years?

Destroy them!

Whoo-hoo! Heck of a party, huh?

Later, Hater.

Run, you fools. But mark my words,

I will find you and you will pay!

So you're a sandwich now? I'm totally into that.

Evil sandwich!

You been there? Been there?

Been there? Been there?

Yes. Uh-huh. You betcha. Indeedy-do.

So you saw the ...

Ooh, it was terrific, but it was no Arooga-dingle-ling-ling.

You've been to Arooga-dingle-ling-ling, too?

Sylvia, isn't this amazing?