Regular Show

Ohhhhhhhh!

Time to kick this up a notch.

Dude, you can't shoot at maximum power.

Your little body can't handle it.

You don't know what my body is capable of.

Eh, those new curtains really tie the room together, eh?

Yeah, eh? More maple syrup for your pancakes, eh?

Oh, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh, gee!

The Canadians?! Of all people!

They're the most pleasant group on the entire Space Tree.

I said I was sorry.

You're a loose cannon, Rigby,

and I won't tolerate your unsafe behavior anymore!

Unsafe?! I'm totally...

Who-oa, who-o-o-oa!

...safe?

I'm putting you on probation.

That means no more target practice,

no off-site privileges,

and, of course, no food trucks.

But tomorrow is Roxie's Famous Fry Truck!

Her butt salt is delicious!

Guess it's no butt salt for you.

Can't you let me slide just this once?

Hmm.

If you pass the Space Tree safety test,

I'll let you off the hook.

But I suggest you start studying now.

This thing's drier than a bowl of pretzels on Dust Planet 9.

Come on, Rawls. I just graduated high school.

I'm not gonna read that thing.

Well, there is another way for those less, uh, literate.

Name it.

Perkins, awaken Spacey McSpacetree.

Hey, everybody!

Hello, Spacey. Been a while.

Who is this guy?

Rigby, this is Spacey McSpacetree,

our beloved mascot.

He's been in cryo-sleep for the last 30 years.

That costume sure looks like it's from 30 years ago.

Co-o-stume?

Hey! Show him some respect!

He's gonna stick with you until you pass the test.

That's right.

You can't be Safey McSafety without Spacey McSpacetree.

It's certainly nice to wake up to a new friend.

Put 'er there, Rigby.

Whoa! Careful, now.

That's a very unsafe handshake you got there.

We're gonna have to work on that.

So, in conclusion, the seat belt always go over the waist.

Do you need another demonstration?

Ugh! I got it!

You already showed me, like, five times.

Pump the brakes there, amigo!

That's a safety violation waiting to happen.

I was just putting it down. I wasn't gonna spill it.

Okay, picture this.

Say you're walking around, minding your own business,

Then bam! You knock into the table.

Aw, come on!

Then, next thing you know... Whoop!

...you end up hurting yourself.

Or worse.

Whoa!

You end up in the hospital.

Ugh! You did that on purpose.

That would never happen in real life.

Hey, what's the commotion in here?

Whoa! Aaah!

Oh, Benson!

W-W-W-Whoa!

Bad show!

See?

Come on, bro! Dig deep!

Huh? What?

Zero G!

Aw. I want to pretend like I can lift heavy stuff.

Stupid probation.

They're not even wearing helmets in there!

Uno momento, Rig-bud.

Hey, guys.

Having a good time?

Whoops!

Still look fun to you?!

Dude, what's wrong with your new friend?

He's not my friend!

He's just teaching me about safety

so I can get off probation.

Why didn't you just read the safety manual?

Yeah, bro. It's a pretty informative read.

Well, I wish I knew that before I got stuck

with this crazy tree guy following me around

and judging my every move!

Rigby! That's a safety violation!

Don't you know that 7 out of 10 lunchtime injuries

are directly related to tray-slamming?

This could've been you!

Whoa, eh! Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.

Spacey! What's your problem?!

Hey, I'm just watching your back, buddy.

I still got to teach you about safety with music.

Safe... Safey McSafety.

Dude, turn! Turn!

Aah! Got to be safe!

If I'm not safe, he'll show up.

Dude, are you all right? You look horrible.

It's Spacey!

I got to get him off my back once and for all!