Robot Chicken

Pickin' flowers!

Argh!

Grr!

My name's Maria. Who are you?

Grr!

Arrgh!

Here! You can have this flower.

Flower.

Do you want to play a game?

Peas, porridge, hot. Peas, porridge, cold...

Argh!

This game is terrible!

Oh, no!

I'm a monster!

What happened to you?

I'm glad you asked!

See, it all started last season...

You can just bullet-point it.

There I was,

jumping over the Grand Canyon on a motorcycle

in order to get the hit cable television drama

"Robot Chicken" renewed for another season.

You risked your life for a TV show?

Wow, you must have a huge financial stake in it.

You'd think so!

Anyway, I hit this jump perfectly

but got blown into a million pieces.

I was buried with honors,

but that night, a thief came calling.

Man: It's alive!

And that's how Season 10 starts.

I bet you're wondering how I escaped the castle. Nah.

The CliffsNotes version is, I peed myself

until they gave me bathroom privileges

then I jumped out a window.

In captivity, the only thing that kept me alive

was the pure burning desire

to see the young Han Solo movie.

Was it great?!

Well... Han showers with Chewie.

Lando probably fucked a robot.

And it bombed so hard, it killed the Boba Fett movie.

No! Not the Boba Fett movie! Quiet!

No! You're gonna get us in trouble.

I need to know what happened in his teenage years!

Shut the fuck up!

Oh, shit.

You're done for, Shredder!

Stupid, turtles!

You haven't seen my new secret weapon.

Is that a straw from Starbucks?

How is that gonna...

Aw! Fuck!

but it's true.

Plastic straws are harmful to turtles.

Dude, we gotta outlaw these straws.

Actually, Mikey, straws make up

only a tiny fraction of plastic in the ocean.

The key is to reduce all plastic waste

if we're gonna...

You just got straw-dogged!

You're out of tricks, Shredder!

Nope, this is the last straw!

Mmm!

So much better than the sippy lid.

Deadpool, last week,

you had a pretty advanced case of...

Being charming? Self-aware?

A depressingly fitting spokesman

for 7-Eleven and alcoholic soft drinks?

Breaking the fourth wall.

It's getting really bad.

The first draft of "Deadpool 3" is six hours long.

This is how...

Nickelback. 2001. Read a book.

Mr. Underwood,

any falling off the wagon this week?

No, no, no. The state of the union is strong.

Chloe means well,

but her credentials are underwhelming.

Son of a bitch! I gotta run.

Uh, Mr. Robot?

She doesn't even know my name.

Can you blame her? Names are a bullshit construct.

There's a fourth wall on the ceiling?

There's a fifth wall?

Jim...

Who can you trust?

This therapist whose Google drive is nothing

but suicide-note drafts and hentai porn?

Do you trust the workplace bully who will one day

cause an autistic beet farmer to move out of state?

No. Trust no one. Fuck society!

I had a nice week, Chloe.

I don't even know what, uh, "hentai" is,

so, um, Jim?

Truth is, if you break the fourth wall long enough,

eventually the fourth wall breaks you.

Promise you'll donate my brain for research?

- Jim, no! - No!

Dibs on Pam!

Our new roomie's here! LOL!

I wonder what she'll be like. LOL.

A clue. LOL.

It's a picture of a donkey and prunes.

Maybe, she's a fruit veterinarian. LOL!

Or it's an ass that poops.

I'm dead serious.

LOL.

A diaper! LOL!

Hi! I'm Dumpster, from Series 7.

L-O-L!

Called it! LOL. Wait, what?

We can cry, or pee, or burp up water, but poop?!

No, that's crossing a line!

It's just another bodily function.

Series 7, bitches!

Just want to remind you, I called it. LOL.

Let's get a housekeeper.

LOL.

Narrator: In 2003, the world was robbed of Fred Rogers,

but now he's back.

Won't you be my neighbor?

Narrator: Netflix

and Mister Roger's cryogenically preserved head

are proud to present,

"Mister RoboRogers' Neighborhood."

Hi, neighbor. How are you today?

Mr. McFeely: Speedy delivery!

Mr. McFeely, I was not expecting a package.

It's a special surprise.

It likes to walk on the ground

and swim in the water.

It is a turtle.

Uh... yes, it certainly was.

Thank you for the turtle box, Mailman McFeely.

I'll be going now!

Hello, trolley. How are you?

I'm am fine. Thank you for asking.

Yes, let's go to the land of Make-Believe.

Oh, Daniel, do you need a hug?

That would be nice. Daniel, give Lady Aberlin a hug.