Robot Chicken

Welcome. I'm Sam Elliott.

And this is the 200th episode of "Robot Chicken."

To celebrate, these folks came up with something special.

All of you fans together will be using your remote control

to decide how the episode goes.

To select A, press your mute button.

To select B, press your power button.

Oh, wait.

Fuck Yeah.

I would have skipped them, myself.

Well, enjoy.

ROBOT CHICKEN - SEASON 10 - EP - 20 EP - 20 - Endgame

Commissioner, who is terrorizing Gotham this time?

Joker, Two-Face?

Carol? Uh, w-what are you doing here?

I'm surprised you had time to answer the Bat signal

since you seem too busy to answer my texts.

I lost my Bat-Phone.

Me so horny.

That was my B-Bat-Timer.

Oh, no! Mm-hmm.

Your Tinder account was active just a few minutes ago,

or is this not you?

Think, Batman.

You're the greatest detective mind in the world.

There must be a way to get out of this.

This is the fourth new female villain

you've handed over to Arkham this month.

Some women, they just want to watch the world burn.

Bitches be crazy. Am I right?

Yeah, I think that's offensive.

Yeah, it felt wrong.

What do you boys want to play with?

Play-Doh! Play-Doh! Play-Doh!

You got it.

Picture, if you will,

a cave wall upon which shadows are cast.

- Aw! - Aw!

Now, I'm going to strip naked

and wrestle your father.

Hop to it, Dad.

- Yay? - Yay?

If we plant our computer virus into their alien mother ship,

it'll knock out all of their shields.

And how exactly are we going to infect

the mother ship with a virus?

Make my alien penis huge? Yes, please.

Ah, shit.

I'm glad to be at a new school after they turned my old one

into a for-profit prison.

Hello?

I'm looking for a surrogate father figure,

but I'll settle for textbooks.

Textbooks will teach you nothing.

To defeat the supernatural, you must train.

Oh, so this is more of a trade school?

Yes, and the trade is killing vampires,

but you can't tell anyone, and there's no college credit.

That's okay.

I'm already in debt from my preschool,

hashtag #ThatMillennialLife.

To be the slayer, you must attack with confidence.

Confident punch! Sneak attack.

Well done. Again.

Confident kick!

Nut punch! Ooh!

Nuts! Excellent!

Again. I'm losing my confidence.

Please!

All right. Training is over. You're ready.

You're a great teacher, surrogate dad.

You see there? A family of gathering vampires.

Stake them through the heart, and they'll turn to dust.

Oh, yeah, I've seen their kind.

Any second now, they're going to start

an old-timey baseball game.

We all miss grandma,

but we can come here any time to say hi.

Confident heart stab. Aah!

Confident leg kick.

Combo heart stab combo!

My parents! What are you doing?

I am the slayer, duh,

standing between the vampires of hell and the light.

We're not vampires, you asshole!

You killed my parents.

You can't trick me with your vampire magic.

I'm too confident to fool.

Stab, stab, stab! Aah!

Oh, gosh. So, uh, these are the...

The not-turn-into-dust kinds of vampires, I guess.

I meant the other family.

That's just straight-up human murder.

Holy Fly away!

Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap.

You'd better lay low.

I know a school of magic in the UK.

I'm British, you know?

Ah, yes, Rupert Giles. He's British, you know?

Well, if a Brit asks me to hide a murderer,

I cannot refuse.

BFL, Brits for life.

Oh, boy. You're going to teach me magic?

I can't wait to Mindfreak my friends.

We'll start with Spellcasting 101.

Pop quiz, hot shot. I've shit my robe.

Now what? Uh, sorry,

did you say you shit in your robe?

Yes, it's canon.

Now, you will clean it up with magic.

Take your wand and repeat after me.

Fecus deletus.

Fecus depletus.

Aah! Potter!

No, try again.

Flecus depleticucus.

The time is almost near when Harry Potter shall...

Oh, oh, whoa!

Once more with confidence.

Fecus delicious.

Got something in my... my...

You know, I... I don't think

this is the school for you.