Regular Show

Quick, get inside!

Hurry!

Do you think they saw us? Shh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.

We didn't know anyone was in here. Please don't kill us.

I'm afraid we'll have to kill you.

With kindness.

Yes, we are Brocyclian helper bots.

We are programmed to assist others in need.

I am R-656.

This is R-657, 8, and 9.

Yeah, we can't wait to help you.

We saw you on our radar and thought you might need help.

Huddle!

I don't know about these guys. We shouldn't trust them.

Guys, we're drifting in space.

They could be our only chance.

How do we know if they're actually going to help us?

We could just ask them.

Well, who's gonna ask?

Ugh, fine.

Bro-bots, can you help us get back to Earth?

Yes, let us show you.

Huh.

I can't believe I never noticed this before.

The organic fuel synthesizer

takes all natural resources from your park

and converts them into fuel for your dome.

Observe.

Once the meter reaches full capacity,

you will have just enough power to get you back to Earth.

Wow. You hear that, guys?

Manual labor is gonna save our lives.

Everybody grab a Bro-bot and get to work.

Dude, there's still something shady about those guys.

Let's follow them.

Dude, maybe we're wrong about these guys.

They actually seem pretty nice. Yeah, too nice!

They did say they were gonna kill us with kindness.

Killing is killing, dude. You're being paranoid.

Don't call me paranoid! It makes me paranoid!

Shh, shh. Wait.

Aha! Aha! What did I tell you?

Hm-Hm! Let's follow him.

Access granted.

Dude, we got to get in there.

How? We're not robots.

Hmm.

011011. 011011.

Access granted.

Zero-o-o-o-o!

State your bounty, Reaper-bot R-659.

Reaper-bot?

Computer, deposit ready.

Please place organic materials in containment unit.

Deposit accepted.

Value on robot black market, 2,000 credits.

Aw, yeah.

Stealing from others...

what us Reaper-bots do best.

I can't believe they think we're actually helping them.

Those liars!

They were playing us right from the start.

Look at all this stuff.

They must be harvesting plants from all over the galaxy.

Whoa! This one's craze-o.

Dude, come here.

You might want to look at this.

Reaper-bots?

Really?

It's true.

They're stealing all our plants

and harvesting them for their own.

We saw it ourselves.

That's ridiculous.

They're the best thing that's happened to us

since we left Earth.

They're the only thing that's happened to us.

Hello, friends. You look parched.

We converted this terrible sour fruit

into a sweet and refreshing drink especially for you.

Oh, nice. Lemonade. My favorite.

No!

We're not buying it, Bro-bots!

Or should I say Reaper-bots!

We found your evil plan. See?

Yes, our plan for helping you.

But you drew X's over our faces.

The X's help to remind us who to help.

X marks the spot... for helping.

A likely story... for a liar!

Somebody tried to warn us about you.