Robot Chicken

It's alive!

- Leia, no! - She's dead.

- What? How? - The Force... I guess.

Now, Harry Potter,

I shall finish what I started all those years ago.

- I shall... kill you. - Fuck you.

This is terrible, one of the worst catastrophes in the world!

Oh, the humanity ... the suffering right now before me!

God, help us all!

This is the worst blow job I've ever received, and ...

What's that? Look behind me?

Holy shit, a blimp!

Look at me, Perseus. What's the matter?

Don't you like firm, scaly breasts?

- Look at me, Perseus. - They will not sway me, Medusa.

Aaaah!

- Hello, sailor. Mmm. - Huh?

- Who are you? - Call me Mandusa!

I have a feeling you will not look away from this.

Oh, my gods, that is ama... Oh, shit.

Eh, I'll never find love.

Meet R'yan, Barbie's new toxic boyfriend.

Wow!

A passive-aggressive deejay with nine years of debt

from an unfinished hotel-management degree.

And an ADHD-medication addiction he refuses to own up to.

I can't wait to fix him!

Ah, look, he's got a copy of "Infinite Jest."

He's read four pages and says it's his favorite book.

R'yan also comes with his own Feezys,

turntables, and cracked iPhone 4.

Aw, he ghosted me.

Oh, nope, he's back and he's asking for money.

This is fun!

Just pat him on the back to stroke his ego

and activate his backhanded compliments.

You're the chubbiest girl I would date.

I love you ... when you put in an effort.

My dad's gonna hate him.

Man, I gotta get back to mining my crypto.

Eggshells to walk on sold separately.

A local hillside community got a real scare today

when a bear wandered into their backyard.

Animal-control agents quickly sprang into action.

An agency official tells us the bear was unharmed

and was safely relocated back to Jellystone Park.

Hmm.

Mommy, my Hatchimal is hatching!

You're gonna be a Hatchimommy!

- It's so beautiful! - Ohh!

Mommy, what's happening?

Your Hatchimal was stillborn, Amy.

Maybe if you pray harder next time ...

- Bleh! - No, it's alive.

Hatchimal, bleh!

- I don't want it. - You brought it into the world.

Now you will care for it.

Hatchimals ... you'll never know what you'll hatch ...

maybe a lifetime of regret.

The person we're making over lives in Australia

in a single mom's basement.

Bob is a closeted recluse with a penchant

for steampunk accoutrements who isn't sure how to present

on the rural Australian dating scene.

Accoutre-yas!

I'm horny already!

Bob, we are here to take you to the next level.

Babadook!

Just because you're living in the basement

doesn't mean you need to live in the closet.

We have got to get you off the earthworm diet.

And no one wants a boy without a bed frame.

You can bring me the boy?

Babe, you're literally gonna be swimming in boys.

I'm just gonna give you a bit of a trim here,

and you're gonna feel like a brand-new m-m...

whatever you are.

- Baba... - Dook, honey! Yes!

I get that you're making a, uh,

statement with the hat and the cape,

but I'm wondering if we can't find something

a little more form-fitting.

Bring me the boy.

Bob, growing up black and gay in the South,

I can relate with your reluctance to come out,

but honey, if you were a movie,

Netflix would sort you into the LGBT section.

- Babadook. - Mr. Bob A. Dook, this is your time.

- What do you want? - B-B-Bring me the boy.

Bob has a whole new outlook on life.

With a studio apartment,

a part-time job at Michaels Crafts,

and learning how to French tuck a shirt,

the world is about to be Babashook by his transformation.

Bring me the boy.

Aw, look at that ... making friends.

Berkel, the world needs Ethan Hunt.

Are the mission specs ready for delivery?

Uh, yeah. Uh, I can just e-mail them as PDF.

PDF? Damn it, man!

This is the Impossible Missions Force.

- We do things with pizzazz! - Pizzazz?

Berkel, I want so much pizzazz,

it blows his Goddamn dick off.

Ethan Hunt, here is your mission,

should you choose to accept it.

This blows. They didn't even try.

Don't be...

- Whoa! - Hello.

This is 21-time Oscar-nominee Meryl Streep.

Oh, my God, the Streepster!

If the splinter cell gets their hands on that plutonium,

then the world goes, "Boom!"

I love this mission.

This message will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2...

Mission box, nooooo!

Bring that beat back. Don't be...

Yeah.

- I really like you, Chloe. - Kiss me, Trent.

- Here I go. - Hold on ... Cheeto fingers?

- Huh? - I am not getting another UTI