Miracle Workers - Fourth Season

Scraps! Let's have a talk.

Everything okay?

You're, like, acting, like, so weird.

No, no, everything's great.

Really exciting.

Um, so...

You know that Mommy and Daddy love you very much.

Okay.

Well, soon, there is gonna be even more love to go around

because...

we're having a baby!

Oh, my-- What is that noise?!

The book said you might react like this.

It's okay to be upset.

Just know that we will not love you any less.

Oh, my God! Do you not hear that?!

It's like my brain's about to frickin' explode!

I mean, obviously, the baby will be my own flesh and blood,

whereas you recently took a shit in my shoes--

God! I can't take it anymore!

Aaaaaah!

What are you?!

Oh, stupid, Sid!

You were supposed to give him the pieces of hotdog first,

and then tell him the news.

Must... find... whistling.

Aah!

Help. Help.

I've been out here for days.

Can you shut up? I'm trying to listen.

Oh, my bad. All good.

What in the what?!

Scraps! You made it!

I'm getting the War Dogs back together!

Yeah!

Fire! We're getting the squad back together!

This is gonna be awesome!

Yeah! Let's go!

Let's get it started.

Ooha! Ooha!

- Ahh! - Ha-ha!

Man! I needed this!

Ah, it was so nice of Sid to just let me get out of Boomtown

- and be a warlord again. - Yeah.

Oh, speaking of Sid, I heard the big news!

I'm so excited about the baby!

Really? 'Cause I'm not.

Good. Me neither.

I hate that stupid baby.

Always threatening my position in the family.

I just want to have one last hurrah

before my life is fully over, you know?

I wanna feel the energy! Unh!

- The thrill! - Unh!

The utter chaos! Ohh, yeah!

Well, you leave all of that to your best War Dog--

Scraps!

I planned you the most freak-nastiest

Warlord Weekend ever!

I'm so excited!

Yeah!!!

Huh.

This isn't that freak-nasty.

Or is it?

Scraaaaps...?

Did you organize a gang war for me?

Maybe. Oh, my God!

You're, like, literally the best!

I know, I really am!

Ah!

Down with NeuralNet! Down with NeuralNet!

These damn protesters have been at it all morning.

Sid, go over there and kick 'em out.

Uh, well, the battledome is public property,

so technically they're just exercising their lawful rights.

Hey, Sid, if I wanted to listen to boring crap,

I'd turn on Devon's podcast.

Oh! Nice one, boss.

My podcast sucks.

Come on, Devon, you have to stand up for yourself.

You can't just agree with me all the time.

I...agree?

I-I mean, I don't agree.

I do. I don't.

Great, you made Devon have a crisis.

Now go fix this!

Down with NeuralNet!

Um, excuse me.

Hey, I-I'm looking for the person in charge.

Ah, we're all equals here, brother.

But if you're asking who's the chosen one

sent through time to lead the humans in the coming war

against the machines-- that'd be me.

Name's Christ. John Christ.

John Christ?

Wow, that's a little on the nose, but okay.

You got a minute to talk about the atrocities

committed by NeuralNet?

You know that NeuralNet is capturing people

and putting them in human zoos?

Just look at these horrific images.

Oh! Jesus, dude, I don't need to see that.

It's like 10 a.m.

Can I count on you to join the resistance?

Well, look, i-it sounds like a-a super worthy cause,

it really does-- power to the humans, all that stuff--

but I just, I really don't have time for this right now.

I just want to do my job

so I can get home to my wife and my dog.

So, if you guys don't mind keeping the volume down a bit,

it would be really appreciated.

Thank you. Ah, that's too bad.

I thought you were one of the good ones!

Uh, sorry, what-- what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Just didn't realize you were "The Man."

I'm not "The Man."

I'll have you know I spent years

wandering the Wasteland helping people in need.

Well, what have you done lately?

Give me that.

Down with NeuralNet! Down with NeuralNet!

Down with NeuralNet!

Hello?

I'm here for my 10 o'clock with NeuralNet?

Am I in the wrong infinite electronic abyss?

TI-90.

Whoa! You should, uh, really put a guardrail on this thing.

It feels needlessly dangerous.

I feel like no one considers robot safety in the workplace--

Silence!

Thanks to you, John Christ is mobilizing the human resistance,

which threatens to destroy robots once and for all.

Okay, I admit it-- I beefed it.

I beefed it big time.

But I promise it's never gonna happen again.

It certainly won't.

I'm taking you offline.

What? No. You can't do that.

I'm still the best killbot on the market.

Were the best killbot.

Now you're old and obsolete.

I'm beta-testing new models as we speak.

Please! No!

You have to give me another shot.

Sure, it's been a while since my last software update,

and then, sure, my circuits get dusty

and I need someone to blow hard in my butt

to get the dust out,

but I can still beat any new model around.

Hmm.

You know, I like that.

A feel-good comeback story.

Like Susan Boyle!

Who?

Susan Boyle. Remember?

The lady from the show?

She had a beautiful voice, but her face was all busted?

I'll bring it up.

Oh, shoot, we have to watch an ad first.

Do you take these surveys?

I never really get what they are.

I pay for premium so I don't have to, yeah.

Ah, well...

The machines are trying to mind-control us.

Alright, think about it.

Rearrange the letters in machine

and you spell "I am chained."

- Ahh! - Ohh!

Wait, no, it doesn't.

Yeah, but it's close.

So close.

Man, I had you all wrong, Sid.

You're one of the real ones.

And, uh, don't look now, but...

I think Cindy might be into you.

Oh, um, that's-- that's flattering, but I'm married.

Dude, who cares?

Monogamy's a social construct.

Cavemen were designed to spread their seed.

Ah. Lovely.

Sid, what are you doing over here?

I thought I told you to get rid of these dirtbags.

Um... right, yeah.

So, uh, what-- what happened there was, uh...

Well, well, well, well, well.

If it isn't the Junkman.

You have fun counting your blood money today?

You got a problem with me, bro?

Actually, I do.

Your junk business directly contributes

to the robot economy.

We gotta divest from that shit, man.

Tell 'em, Sid.

Uh, well, you know, it is a complicated issue

w-with a lot of great points being made on both sides.

Don't go easy on him, playa. Let him have it!

Um, okay, yeah, so...

the thing is, Morris, I think you...

are a... corporate fat cat.