Regular Show

Looks like the newbies

can't handle lightspeed.

Allow me to introduce you to my compatriots.

Toothpick Sally, Recap Robot.

Hello. Hi.

And yours truly, "Chance" Sureshot!

Whoa!

Hm. We're here.

Whoa!

That's the Space Tree...

Home.

Whoa.

Check out all the other domes!

You left these new recruits drifting for how long?

Uh... maybe two days?

Two days?!

If you were on time,

maybe they wouldn't have been boarded by Reaperbots!

Real rookie maneuver, Sureshot.

Now get down and give me 300,

you miserable sack of space puke!

Eh, Yes, sir!

As for the rest of you,

welcome to space.

I'm Colonel Rawls... insert pleasantries here.

Hi. Benson here.

Quick question...

what is going on?!

Congrats, new domers.

You have been selected to take part

in the next frontier in recreation.

The Spark Initiative!

Spark...

Space park! Shh!

Our operatives on Earth determined

you would be a good fit for this mission.

Over the next few months,

this space station will be your home.

You'll train with the best from around the world.

Then you'll be sent off on your own

to explore pristine space wilderness.

So that this can become this!

After that, you'll go to the system

where you'll protect as you arrive at.

Uh, that's classified for now.

So, who's jazzed about this?

I see one guy who isn't jazzed.

So, we're being forced to do this?

Well, this is purely a volunteer mission

to benefit mankind.

Well, I don't volunteer!

That's different.

Why can't Benson see

that this is gonna be really cool?

He's afraid to try something new.

The park wouldn't be the same without him.

We got to get him on board!

And this here's the barracks.

Cool! Bunkbeds!

Benson, check it out!

Cool pillows.

Those pillows are not cool at all

and neither is space.

Actually, Benson, I hate to disagree,

but living in space is the definition of cool.

I mean, I just got goosebumps saying that!

Um, again, basically kidnapped

and forced to do this. What's the matter, Benson?

You can have top bunk if you want.

Oh-ho, the top bunk!

Now I definitely want to stay in space.

Muscleman, what about Starla?

Starla would be proud.

Besides, I know our love will stand the test of time.

Well, Fives, what about Celia?

Ditto.

I can't believe you people!

Those scientists lied to us.

Mr. Maellard lied to us!

I want to go home.

This is gonna be harder than we thought.

Thank you all for joining me on this tour.

If you look to your left,

you'll find the Jamaican domers

doing a little target practice.

Whoa.

Benson, did you see how cool that was?

Can you believe we get to use these things?

Yeah, that's not a safety hazard.

And in the simulation room,

we can program any scenario

to prepare you for what you might encounter in space.

That's pretty wild, huh, Benson?

Any scenario you might encounter.

Think of the possibilities.

The only scenario I want to encounter

is me going back to my apartment.

And finally, this is the food court.

Domers and pilots alike

come here to hang out and swap stories.

Hey, Benson, check it out!

All you can eat wings!

Yeah, they had that back on Earth.

And they're probably better too.

Here's your new jumpsuits.

They got your names on them.

Pretty cool, right?

No, not cool. Harsh.

You should keep this, anyway. I'm not staying.

You still don't get it?

You don't think this mission is important?

Well, fine. We don't need you!

All that matters is

that we have a team that wants to be here!

This seems like a pretty important mission.

You don't want to experience that?

Come on, Benson, just stay with us.

I can't believe you are all fine with this!

I mean, if this is a peaceful mission,

why do we have to practice using weapons?

Why did I have to wear that fax machine like a jerk

if you didn't have anything important for me to do?

I had a good life,

and then you had to drag us up here!