Teen Titans Go!

Nothing to do.

What's this feeling, yo?

It is as though the good times have fled,

never to do the returning.

Yeah, it's really just like, whatever.

Oh, no. It's happening.

What's happening, bro?

The Blahs! They're back!

Not the Blahs!

He's right. We've got the Blahs!

The Blahs. They's inside me, mama.

Trying to be upbeat, but Blahs too strong.

How can we fight back against these Blahs?

We need the fun activity, set to the music!

Like a dance party?

Did someone say "dance party"?

- I did. - I know. That's why I said,

"Did somebody say 'dance party'?"

It was the Beast Boy who said it.

I hear you, girl. That's why I said,

"Did somebody say 'dance party'?"

They already told you Beast Boy said it!

Guys, come on. When I was like,

"Did someone say 'dance party'?"

You were all supposed to be like, "Dance party!"

And then, you know, we have a dance party.

- Oh. - I gets it.

- All right, all right. - Of course.

So, did someone say "dance party"?

Dance party!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

This is not the music we are looking for.

What are you talking about?

This is some good music.

Not good enough. Play the song, bro.

Of what song do you speak?

Come on. You know.

- Do I? - Yes.

- You know. - Give me a hint.

The greatest song ever written?

Hmm.

Gets you pumped up.

Uh...

A musical arrangement

written and performed by Carl Burnett,

Franklin Enea and William J. Regan,

also known as B.E.R.,

that resides magically in your soul

and can transport the listener to an alternate dimension,

inspired by the album art of the 1980s.

Maybe sing it for me. That might help.

Mmm-hmm?

That's starting to ring a bell.

Whoo!

This place is so sick, yo.

Why don't we look like this all the time?

Because it's too rad, Robin. Too rad.

Cyborg, I have been wondering.

What exactly is this world of the eternal shining nights?

It's a mystery. All I know is,

this song is the key to this reality.

Indeed it is.

Whoa.

And for that reason,

you will give the song to me.

Who are you?

And why do you desire the song?

All you need to know is the song belongs to me.

Now, hand it over.

- No! - You can't owns music, yo.

It belongs to everyone.

I won't ask again, little machine man.

I won't give it away.

It's a part of me.

Then I will pull it from your metal bones.

Titans, roll out.

Cyborg!

Hang on, bro!

No!

No one can save you now.

Give the song to me!

No.

There is no escape, metal man.

Soon the night will shine no more.

- Where? - We're back.

But where's Cyborg?

He must be trapped

in the dimension of the night shines.

We gots to go back for him!

But the only way in is through the power of the song.

Then we'll sing our way in.