Manstrong: Got into me?! I know what got into you, and that's what got into me! Lt.
Manstrong: Oh, come on! I shook his hand, it's all fat and stubby! He must have like a huge mushroom down there! So.does he have a Smurf living in it or what? Lt. one of those little kiwifruit, but I don't feel anything missing, so I'm not too worried.Ĭol. I hacked up some blood a couple of minutes ago and there was this pink chunk about the size of, uh. (after being rescued from being in space without a spacesuit) Brock: Gonna.go.lay down.for a.second.īrock: Oh yeah, the pain. Venture: Oh sweet mercy, tell me these suits have a collection pouch.ĭean: It's on! Hank: It's off! Dean: It's on! Hank: It's off! Dean: It's on! Hank: It's off! Dean: It's on! Hank: Off! Dean: It's on! Hank: It's off! Dean: It's on! Hank: Off! Dean: It's on! Dr. Now can we finish this up please? Brock: I'm almost there, brace yourself because it's gonna be. Venture: (annoyed) Yes, because they were, because they were both made by the same guy. Baldavitch: (sighs) It's like they were made for each other. YES! That's it! Brock: That's a tight fit. uugh, Brock, can we speed this up? I really need to go number one, I'm serious. Now where do you want this hot rocket? Lt. (Brock is piloting the Ventures' phallic ship into Gargantua-1's docking bay) Lt. Venture: No, I started it years ago in a moment of passion! And I'll end it the same way right here in front of Brock, H.E.L.P.eR., and God! Venture's father built in the 1970s, but a mysterious space phantom could be haunting the station! Things get even more intense as Brock's presence adds heat to an already tense romantic relationship between the station's two officers. The Venture family must travel to space to repair an orbiting space station that Dr. The Monarch: Number 37! Strike him from the roster, Dr. The Monarch: Traitor! Dirty bastard traitor! I knew it was you, number. No judgments you won't be punished I just want to know who did it, OK. The Monarch: All right which one of you sold The Monarch out? OK, OK I'm gonna turn around and close my eyes, and I want the guilty party to step forward. Venture: "Oh! Not again! Wait a minute.One." "Two. The Monarch: But see, that's what I'm talking about! Now Venture'll send Samson after the rest of us, and he'll go totally sickhouse on our asses. Brock: (left eye twitching) They hit me with a truck. Venture: Are you sure? There's an awful lot of them. The Monarch: (astounded) Ünderbheit!?! Why, that dime-store Doctor Doom isn't fit to - just you wait til your father calls me back!!īrock: You get the boys. Hank: Yeah, I always thought Baron Ünderbheit was dad's arch-enemy. The Monarch: Come on, I'm sure the walls of the Venture Compound are practically caked with the lingering curses of the Monarch's name. Dean: I don't think pop thinks you're his archenemy.
Hank: What's your problem with our dad anyway?! The Monarch: (awkwardly) Well, I- he- he's my nemesis. looks like a dried-out turd on a bad stretch of road. Venture: Oh, I dunno.a couple of hours? But they'd be awfully uncomf- (Brock yanks out the tubes connecting Doc to H.E.L.P.eR.) GAH! They're all over Mexico.īrock: How long can you live if you're not hooked up to him? Dr. Venture: (after being attacked by a frightening green creature) What the hell was that? Brock: Chupacabra. Hank: (trying to pick a lock) Double dammit! Dean: Hank, you said the double-d word!ĭr. Hank: And just in the nick of time too - Monarch was gettin' all 'creepy uncle' on us. Hank and Dean: Dad! Dean: We knew you wouldn't let us down.
#MY TALKING HANK CLEAN THE OCEAN POINTS LICENSE#
I could lose my license to practice…Mexican medicine. Guevara: I realize I am a Tijuana doctor, but even we have scruples. Venture: Super good! Very generous of y-oh, pesos. Venture is giving a lecture, the Venture family crosses paths with The Monarch, who believes that they are there to foil his latest plan.
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