Robot Chicken

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It's alive!

Aah! What have you done to it?!

What have you done to its eyes?!

He has his father's eyes.

Whose "D" do I need to ask to get another drink in this...

Does she know?

Ahh... she knows.

"Tinker Bell warned Peter, any time he says

fairies don't exist, somewhere a fairy drops dead."

- Any time he says what? - Uh, fairies don't exist.

Fairies don't exist?

That's what people can't say?

Yes, fairies don't exist.

Mommy, I'm worried about the fairies,

the ones that die if you say, "Fairies don't exist."

Harold!

You don't have to worry about the fairies.

They're not real.

- Fairies don't exist. - Aah!

What band did you all come to see tonight?

Fairies Don't Exist!

I want to hear you chant it.

Fairies Don't Exist. Fairies Don't Exist.

We now return to the adventures of Colonial Cat.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

meow meow meow meow.

Meow meow meow meow.

Meow meow meow meow.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.

Welcome back to "The Voice."

Up next are a group of ex-terrorists pursuing their dream of becoming

America's next hit band.

- Ohh! - Well, well, well.

If it isn't Cold S-S-Slither, the band

I created to poison the minds of the youth.

Cobra Commander, uh... let me explain.

Did you really think you could just leave

Cobra, audition for "The Voice,"

and sing so soulfully that I would forgive you?

- Uh... yes? - Well, you were right.

That was fantastic!

Now's the time to choose.

Which producer do you want to work with?

We're going to go with...

- Blake Shelton! - Blake Shelton?!

His career is dating Gwen Stefani.

Captain, there's an iceberg ahead.

Shh! Not now.

Sisters, to Salem.

We must suck the lives out of the children.

- But we have no brooms. - Not to worry, sisters.

We have something much better than brooms.

Come! We fly!

We fly!

Whoa!

The battery's low, Winnie.

It's taking me back to the docking station. Oh!

- Aah! - Aah!

Okey-dokey, first name... Bent-Neck,

last name... Lady.

All right, ma'am, I'm sure we can help you.

Oh, thank God.

I've been everywhere, and everyone says I'm a lost cause.

No, there is no such thing.

Oh, darn it. I'm sorry. We don't accept HMO.

Aah! Jesus!

Shit!

So, I says, "Putz, if you're a canary,

I'm a bald eagle."

Classic pigeon burn.

Hey, here comes Wonder Woman.

She has such a unique flying stance.

It's almost like she's sitting in a...

Oh, my God, she's in her Invisible Jet!

Fly away, Pig, fly!

Aah! Oh!

Mayday, mayday.

- Oh, that was a close call, huh? - You can fly!

Why do you need an Invisible Jet?!

Oh, Pigeon God, please save us from this redundancy.

I will not save you, for you have pigeon masturbated

on the Sabbath, so sayeth Pigeon God.

Hi. I'm Will Hunting.

And I'm his dumb friend.

- We're at Goodwill. - We're about to go...

Goodwill hunting.

- ...Goodwill hunting. - Here we go.

Fire, fire! Arrow! Wang!

Yes!

- Hey, that was mine! - You like apples?

I-I guess. Oh!

How do you like them apples, huh, old broad?

- Goodwill hunting. - Goodwill hunting.

Getting this cashmere Pierre Cardin for $4.99.

It's valued at least $49.99. Gonna flip it on eBay.

My friend's wicked smart. Goodwill hunting.

Ah, it's not your fault.

It's not your fault you're the good Will Hunting.

Nah, I think it is. Got to go see about a sale.

Goodwill hunting!

We're Mutt and Jeff.

We were huge once. It seems unfair

that we should just fade into obscurity like this. Avenge us...

Where am I? What is this?

Step right up, Beverly!

Introducing Pennywise the Dancing Clown!

No! No!

- Ugh. - Just a buck for all of that?

No appreciation for artistry.