Super Giant Robot Brothers

I've got something here.

Gamma ray emissions are off the charts.

Uh, yes, the Optical Rheometric Tactilis, or O.R.T. for short.

Alert EDF command now.

Diagnostic systems check.

Diagnostic systems online confirmed. All working order.

Roger. All systems online and in working order, confirmed.

I just said that.

I'm confirming it. Confirming actions are vital--

Never mind, just keep monitoring.

-Roger. Continuing to monitor. -Monitoring confirmation confirmed.

-You copy that, Roger? -Copy, Roger.

Sir, we have an incoming transmission from Moon Base Astro.

-Confirming. -Sir, the O.R.T, it's starting to glow.

Look sharp, Extreme Defense Force.

This could be what Dr. Rose and Dr. Rose predicted.

It's been 200 days since famed super scientists

and Extreme Defense Force founders Dr. Magita Rose and Dr. Arturo Rose

disappeared into the strange looming cosmic anomaly

known as the Optical Rheometric Tactilis, or O.R.T. for short.

Today the O.R.T. was active with a strange glow

just like the day it sucked the Dr. Roses into its mysterious nothingness.

Could this be the start of the Kaiju reign of destruction

that the Roses predicted?

The EDF's Captain Creed certainly thinks so.

I never said that. No media leaks, people.

Now citizens are going to panic.

We better get the genius down here.

Are you sure, sir? Do really think she's ready?

Did I stutter?

No, sir. No stuttering confirmed.

I'll remind you, Dr. Alex Rose has 14 PhDs,

thirty-two Masters,

and 112 Associate's Degrees.

Her intellect is revered by every brilliant mind on the planet.

She has my full confidence. So what she's only three?

What's the problem, Captain Creed?

Ma'am, the O.R.T. is active for the first time since--

Since my parents almost certainly disint… disint… uh…

after their ship vanished into the O.R.T.?

The probability that my parents are still alive is minuscule,

and I've already made my peace with their likely disint… disint… uh…

their vaporization.

Sir, sensors detecting a massive inbound object, Captain.

Sir, radar scans are picking up

some kind of entity encased within the ejected material.

This is what we've been waiting for, people.

Send a worldwide alert.

My parents were correct, Captain Creed.

Kaiju coming in. Battle stations, everyone.

Launch big red round robot!

-Priming launch systems. -Initiating fueling sequence.

Prep asset for combat. This is not a drill.

I am ready. Let's kick some Kaiju heinie.

Robot X-90-38, "Shiny,"

you are go for launch.

Continuing to be ready. Any time now.

Look out, Kaijus.

I'm… about to get ya.

Does… does this usually go this slow?

All right, that's close enough. Let's go. Batteries'll last.

-Whoa! Whoa! -Whoa!

Sorry, sorry, uh, my bad.

I got a little too overexcited is all.

Here you go, safe and sound.

Still working out the kinks.

It's my first mission and all. But I'm ready now.

Fire in the hole!

Prepare to launch.

Is there going to be a countdown or--

Launch!

Whoops.

Uh, something… Whoa!

Shiny en route.

Don't you guys think I need a cool catchphrase or something?

I'm open to suggestions.

- Save it, X-90. -His name is Shiny!

I mean, Shiny. Intercept target and destroy.

Roger that, bosses.

Remember, I made you to do one thing,

save the Earth.

You are the hero, Shiny. You are the hero.

I'm a hero.

I'm a hero!

Hey, a giant robot's coming. Uh…

Why are we here?

That's above your pay grade, soldier!

You think it's gonna be a big lizard? Or maybe a space mushroom?

Or maybe a bunch of worms that can read your mind?

Man, gives me the creeps.

Nothing that lays a bunch of eggs either. Just no eggs.

O.R.T. ejected mass entering atmosphere.

Contact in T-minus ten,

niner, eight, seven,

six, five, four…

Not today, alien invader.

You guys may want to scram. I got this.

He looks like a big red egg.

Ugh! Ah!

Seriously? You know, I could step on you.

Back it up. Back it up now!

Infrared scan places the biological entity

over 100 meters tall and roughly four megatons.

Whoa! And I thought I was on the heavy side.

But you, sir, are chunky.

The EDF's giant fighting robot has arrived on the scene.

Will it be able to defeat this menace from space?

For more, we go to Chad Rodan on site. Chad?

The big red shiny robot stands ready.

He has yet to deploy any onboard weaponry.

That's it? What about his weaponry?

He knows what to do. Right Squishly?

"Right, Alex. You are so smart."

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

What is he doing?

To the untrained eye, it looks like Shiny is dancing.

In actuality, his quantum processor is cycling through

a pre-programmed list of fighting strategies.

Did you see how hard that hit was?

Rocket Kick!

Wow! Though comic in appearance,

this robot designed by a child really knows how to kick some Kaiju--

Tail!

Jab, punch, right hook, right hook, uppercut.

Roger that, boss.

For more on this Kaiju,

tune in to my exclusive special report tonight at 11--

Worth it!

Shiny, activate the Twister Obliterator sequence.

That's a Roger.

Twister Obliterator activated.

X-90… I mean Shiny is still accelerating, now passing 60,000 RPMs and climbing.

Pour it on, Big Red.

You did it! You little genius, you.

Don't doubt me, Captain Creed. It only makes you look silly.

And it gives you frowny lines.

Let's bring that beautiful red machine home.

-His name is Shiny! -Right. Let's bring Shiny home.

Kaiju destroyed!

I'm a hero.

I'm a hero!

Hero…

The smartest people on Earth have gone missing.

Dr. and Dr. Rose feared lost.

They were sucked into the O.R.T.

while investigating a strange space anomaly.

Now this three-year-old girl

will be running the EDF without her parents.

Heroes save people, save her parents,

save Alex's broken heart.

-Sir, Shiny just went orbital. -What?

He's headed straight for the O.R.T.

-What is he doing? -No! Shiny, wait! Don't go!

Heartbreak detected.

My mission is clear. Save the Roses.

Shiny, get your big red butt back here. Now! That's an order.

No can do, boss. I'm more than halfway there.

Besides, I'll be back jiffity-splitster. You won't even know I'm gone.

Shiny, the probability that my parents are still alive

is ten to the tenth power to one.

What you said, totally over my head.

You built me to do hero stuff, not math.

Trust me, I got this.

Whoops.

Something just went wonkity wiblers.

Leaning into it.

Woohoo.

No worries.

X-90… Shiny, come in.

X-90, come in… Shiny, come in. Captain Creed, he's gone.

Shiny?

Falling. Falling. Falling.

Did you know you're on fire?