Robot Chicken

It's alive!

Freddy Krueger had a dream.

I want my father to walk me down the aisle.

But this wedding has a few surprises.

- Dude, sunscreen! - Burned alive, but thanks!

Your father? Aren't you the Bastard Son of 100 Maniacs?

Well, I'm the son of one maniac.

The other 99 lost the race.

- So invite them all. - I will!

- Have we met before? - That depends.

Did you gangbang a nun at an insane asylum in the '50s?

- Catholic or flying? - Terrified.

Geez, Mom, you really got around.

Sure, slut-shame the violated nun.

This summer, get ready...

- Freddy... - I'm your...

- Dad. - Murder, bludgeon, kill!

...for the wedding of a lifetime.

Possible dads, you're ruining my big day!

"Murder Mia!"

Stay frosty.

One of those things de-spined my entire platoon.

Whoa!

Ow! Ow.

There he is!

Hey.

Hold on.

- And he's a preda-dork! - Did you just come up with that?

You should do improv, soldier!

Please.

Thank you.

Now I can climb out.

Wait...

Free baby, yeah.

Are you ready for the summer soldier, bitches?

Mom, Dad, like, hello. I'm getting the operation.

- Absolutely not. - I didn't kill little red plastic commie men

in Korea so you could mutilate yourself.

I hate you both. Don't you know how embarrassing it is to be,

- like, the only girl with a slab? - Trust the slab!

The slab keeps your feet on the ground.

- The slab means stability! - Fuck the slab!

- She didn't mean that, dear. - Yes, she did.

My baby hates me.

Oh, did I do that?

I got your dick!

- Give me your money! - Help! Help!

Who's that?

Won't somebody help me?

You won't stop me, masked stranger!

Oh, that'll do it!

We love you, whoever you are!

Where'd the pool guy go?

Peanuts! Get your peanuts here!

Aah! Aah!

Ew.

Oh.

Stupid building codes.

Hey, guys, does this look weird to you?

Mine looks like Richard Nixon.

Can we hang out one time without studying our vaginas?

- Aah! - Oh!

- Ugh! - Good day, Totally Spies.

Your mis ... Jesus Christ, put some pants on.

Your mission ... travel to South America

and root out a cell of radicals

threatening the puppet ruler we control.

These radicals are teachers and artists.

- Who says blondes are dumb? - Can we, like, go fight a guy

dressed as a big rat or something?

No, and to make sure it goes smoothly,

you'll be joined by Agent Marshall on loan from the CIA,

and, girls, don't forget to take your gadgets.

Whoosh!

What is this?

That is a cutesy, cuddly curling iron.

Fun!

It packs a lethal dose of polonium-210.

Uh, fun?

Hey, guys, look at their work.

So much culture. It's amazing.

- And banned. - Aah!

Oop, sorry.

- Is that too tight? - Nice work.

Hand me that cutesy, cuddly curling iron.

For the polonium?

No, gonna shove it up his ass.

I thought it was proven that torture doesn't work.

Depends on what you're trying to do.

If the answer is have fun, it definitely works.

Guys, I think I have PTSD,

- post-totally stressed disorder. - Good one, Alex.

Ugh! Sam! Sam!

- Twitch is not a spy! - Not a spy!

Do you need your heart pills, Grandpa?

But they're right here.

I'm going to leave these here. I promise.

This time, I really won't move them.