Teen Titans

Move it, slug crunchers.

We're running out of time.

I could use a hand here.

How about a foot?

Titans, go!

Three raids in one week?

Man, this is seriously getting old.

The H.I.V.E. Academy's new leader must be up to something.

And wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, we would.

Sweet.

This crud should be worth--

Hey!

Huh?

Oh, you did not just do what I think you did!

Check it out. The world's dumbest magnet.

Junk it! Let's blow this place.

Yo, nobody pulls a science fair on me

and gets away with it.

It's okay, Cyborg. We'll see them again...

Sooner than they think.

Tracking device.

Very sneaky.

Look's like the H.I.V.E.'s secret headquarters

isn't so secret anymore.

So what are we waiting for?

We need to know what they're planning first.

Otherwise we could walk right into a trap.

Do I hear an undercover assignment coming on?

Lucky for you guys,

I happen to be a master of disguise.

Yeah, a green mongoose is going to blend right in.

Sorry, Beast Boy.

I was thinking of someone with a slightly better disguise.

What are you going to do,

dress Cyborg up like a washing machine?

That isn't me.

That's my fully robotic replacement --

not nearly as charming, but he can bench press a bus.

Booyah!

He still has a few bugs to work out.

No fair.

I may be all green, but he's half metal.

How come he gets to go?

Because I have a new toy.

A holographic generator!

Dude, you look--

Unplugged.

Nice work.

If I didn't know better,

I'd think you were just normal.

Uh, thanks.

Aw, yeah, baby!

Somebody's been working out.

Huh? Whoa!

Whoa! Hey!

Star, I didn't--

How long have you been standing there?

Forgive me.

Your door was open.

Oh, it's cool.

Just checking out the old, unimproved me.

I'd forgotten what it was like to have real hands--

well, almost real.

They are most convincing,

however, my preference is for the original version.

This is the original version.

Cyborg.

It's time.

OK.

Just play it cool and you'll blend right in.

Ah, sloppy joes.

Just like the mad scientist who created me used to make.

You're in my seat.

Hey, newbie, this is our table.

What do you think you're doing here?

He looks familiar.

Did you go to Darkway Prep?

What's your name, punk?

Probably something lame.

Oh, let me guess.

Snot Man?

No, wait.

Captain Nose Picker?

Do you even have any powers?

I'm hungry.

Get lost.

Yeah, scum, take a hike.

My name is Stone,

and it looks like you need to find a new table.

Not bad.

Let's just see how he does in combat practice.

Gamma maneuver!

Hold on! I don't know that.

Then get out of the way.

Time to kick butt.

Ha! The newb is toast.

Hey, Rocko, had enough?

Quit fooling around.

The headmaster is watching.

We've got to cross the finish line!

Yes! Now, that's what I'm--

Zip it, gravel brain.

You! Stone.

Sneaking into my school, destroying my drones,

making my top students look like amateur pickpockets.

You must think you're very clever.

But you're not clever.

You're brilliant.

Well done, Mr. Stone.

Well done.

I see a bright future for you.

Thanks.

Uh, great school you have here, Mister...

Blood. Brother Blood.

At your service.

And as for you three,

failure will not be tolerated!

You were already sent back after graduating once.

Fail me again,

and I'll have you sent to your doom!

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, brother.

Outstanding.

In a few days, I will unveil your class project,

the culmination of all your hard work

over the last few weeks.

And when it is unleashed,

our foes will tremble in our wake.

Tremble!

Brother Blood!

Brother Blood!

Brother Blood!

Brother Blood!

Brother Blood!

Cyborg's communication relay has been deactivated.

Could be interference.

Let's just give him a minute.

Besides, who needs him?

This Cyborg is way more fun.

Booyah!

Any chance we could replace Beast Boy with a robot, too?

Cut it out.

I don't think Cyborg would appreciate--

Appreciate what?

The fact that he's already the top butt-kicker in his class?

Cyborg!

Your infiltration is successful, yes?

You bet.

Had a few close calls, though.

What have you learned?

They're working on some kind of class project.

It sounds heavy, but no details yet.

Well, find out and get out.

The longer you're there, the more dangerous it gets.

Believe me, I don't plan on sticking around.

Well, what do you know?

It's the headmaster's scrum-buffing pet.

Get him.

Don't bother trying to run.

You won't get far.

The whole school is in on it.

In on what?