♪♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit ♪ ♪ Wander over yonder ♪
♪ Wander wander over over yonder yonder wander yonder ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit ♪ ♪ Wander over yonder ♪
All right! Hater!
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit ♪ ♪ Wander over yonder ♪
♪ Wander over, over yonder ♪
♪ Wander yonder wander yonder ♪
♪ Yip bi di dit bip bi-ee-i-di-dit ♪ ♪ Wander over yonder ♪
SYLVIA: Once every 30 cycles,
when the full moon shines,
the mighty High Gnee Council
grants one lucky outsider's request for wisdom
that will help them overcome even the greatest obstacle.
- Wander giggling ) - What?
You said "heinie."
Wander, please.
Dominator's the most serious threat we've ever faced.
and she's got a really good chance of destroying
the entire galaxy and everything we love
and everyone we love and... and...
and the High Gnees--
( giggling )
Listen, I know I'm being a wet blanket,
but we cannot afford to blow this.
- The High-- ( choking laughter )
These guys are very serious,
and very uptight.
They place the utmost importance on manners and protocol,
and this is not the time for jokes.
Oh, come on, Syl.
Listen up.
The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles.
Not today, they don't.
If we offend the High Gnees
in any way such as laughing at their name,
we lose our shot at learning the secret
that could stop Dominator.
Understand?
Okay.
( exhales )
I promise to put all my power
into polite pleasantries, precise protocol,
and perfect posture.
( Sylvia sighs ) Thanks, buddy.
( toilet flushing sound )
MAN: State your name and business!
Salutations, kind sir.
We, Sylvia and Wander--
Louder!!
Come to humbly request an audience
with the esteemed High Gnee council.
( snickering )
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
Ahem. A most gracious thank you, sir.
We desperate, needy travelers
would be most humbled if you would see fit
to open your doors to ones as lowly as we.
Bow, bow, curtsy, step left, step right,
squat and curtsy, curtsy, kick, kick, kick.
Well done.
- I am the butler. - ( muffled laughter )
Please follow me to the hind quarters.
No way!
Wander, you've got to keep it together.
Okay, so his head looks like a giant...
But, but, but, but, but...
No buts.
The fate of the galaxy is at stake,
so no more cracks.
( muffled laugh )
What was that?
Nothing. Nothing at all, sir.
Okay, okay, okay.
Time to get serious.
Serious.
Don't fall behind.
( gasping laugh )
And don't forget to wipe...
your feet.
This shall indeed be a long night.
( muffled laughter )
Please wait here until you are summoned to move
into the bowels of the temple.
Okay, Wander, we need to get our presentation perfect
if we're gonna impress these guys.
Bow, bow, curtsy, step left...
Hey.
How are you keeping a straight face?
I beg your pardon.
Come on. Don't tell me you don't think
that their heads look like giant..
( crashing )
I'm sorry, but...
is there a problem?
No, sir butler of the esteemed High Gnee council.
My companion is, uh,
hungry.
May I?
Oh, please.
We Gnees like big buffets,
so feel free to take a big, juicy bite
of our... rump roast.
Pressed ham.
Hot buttered buns.
Moon cakes.
Roasted halibut.
Sparkling blopberry fizz.
( needle scratches )
Bottomless, of course.
And last but not least,
our galaxy famous pu-pu platter.
A thousand pardons, sir butler of the High Gnee council.
We must go do that thing with the thing real quick.
( guffawing )
Pu-pu platter?!
( gasping )
Okay.
( laughter resumes )
Pressed ham!
Buttered buns!
( raucous laughter )
Oh!
( panting )
Ah, butts.
BUTLER: Excuse me!
Did I hear someone... laughing?
( coughs )
You!
Is there something funny you'd care to share with us?
Me? No, no, no, no. No way.
Why, I'd never even dream of laughing
at such a solemn occasion, sir butler,
who looks not even a little funny.
Guards! Out with him!
Don't kick me out. I'm way more worthy
than any of these bottom feeders.
- Please! - ( door slams )
I can't stand brown-nosing.
( gong sounds )
This is it.
Just keep your cool.
Try thinking sad thoughts.
An old man dropping an ice cream cone.
Acid rain at Hater's wedding. Mondays.
Greetings, solicitors.
I am Gluteus, the High Gnee council's
- number two. - A bee with a pollen allergy.
A dog waiting for his master to come home,
only to discover he's been sucked through a black hole never to return.
In a matter of moments, I shall lead you
into the rear of the temple,
where you will make your requests.
We apologize for the delay.
But the Council has been terribly backed up.
They've been stuck on their thrones all day,
and they're positively pooped.
Baby with a broken rattle, baby with a broken rattle.
Wander!
I'm sorry, Syl.
I'm really trying hard,
but these giggles have got a hold on me,
and they won't let go.
Wow. I am so, so, so unbelievably
disappointed in you, Wander.
We finally got a shot at stopping Dominator,
and you're about to blow it.
Sylvia, do you really think that the High Gnees
are that uptight and serious?
( crying ) I don't understand.
We did everything perfectly.
Heel toe, heel toe, dip, turn, turn.
We're doomed.
Wow, you're right.
If we don't get the help of the High Gnees,
then Dominator's gonna destroy the galaxy,
and there is nothing funny about that.
Really? You mean it?
You're not gonna go in there and laugh your butt off,
and totally bum me out?
You're behind me all the way?
I can trust you to stay serious until the very end?
No buts about it?
From the bottom of your heart?
GLUTEUS: The High Gnee council will now see
Wander and Sylvia.
I present to you
the High Gnee council.
Bow in the presence of the mighty
Rear Admiral Keister von Derrière,
Grand Vizier Buh'oo Tay,
Shakaya Rump the money maker,
the twins, Badonk and Adonk,
and last but not least, Princess Buttforaface.
You may now present your pleas for aid.
( light applause )
( clears throat ) Thank you.
Thank you upon thank you's.
- O magnificent-- - Pardon me.
I am quite stopped up.
( loud farting sound )
( loud raucous laughter )
Oh, man, I can't... Rump roast!
And... and... ( laughing )
( both laughing hysterically )
( council members laughing )
It's about time.
- Someone finally passed the test. - ( laughter continues )
Test?
Do you really think
a bunch of people with heads like ours
would call themselves the High Gnees?
What does that even mean?
The looks on your faces are just priceless.
( giggling ) Buns.
Hold it. You did this for what reason exactly?
( laughing )
Anyone who doesn't laugh is either lying
or not paying attention.
We are sick and tired of people kissing our...
( laughing ) faces...
just to get a favor.
You're the first honest people
we've met in years.
Can you imagine someone named Gluteus?
( laughter )
My real name's Todd.
Todd.
To help you overcome even the greatest obstacle,
we offer you this piece of wisdom.
Lighten up!!
The darkest times call for the sunniest of smiles.
( laughter )
Wow. Thank you.
It has been a long time since I've really
laughed my...
Sylvia, that's just crude.
( toilet flushing )
I get that space is quiet and all,
but this place gives me the willies. Ugh!
This place is amazing!
Just think of the stories this old time-y orbble station could tell.
I'd rather you focus on the present
and help us get outta here.
Totally out of orbble juice.
I'll go pay, you fuel up.
"The Wright Place.
Orbble and Wilmur Wright, proprietors.
Traverse the universe one step at a time."
Whoa!
That took no time at all.
Well, Orbble, Wilmur, thanks for
fueling the adventures, friends.
Weird. Nobody here.
I left a few credits on the counter.
Come on, pal, let's ditch this ghost town.
Bye, Wright Place. Wish I knew you when.
Ah, forget that place.
We got lots of other things to see.
Supernovas, astral rings, a galactic conjunction.
A galactic conjunction?!
That shouldn't be happening again for another thousand years.
Whoa, Syl, look.
There's Lord Hater!
And Emperor Awesome.
And me!
Lord Hater, is that you?
Oh, it's me!
Hi, me!
Wander?
Hold on. Things just got interesting.
I even packed a picnic!
Did you get time orbbles?
Did I? There were two pumps not clearly labeled, I might add.
It's possible that I may have.
Is it the past?
'Cause we're coming up on my favorite part.
( straining )
I'm gonna go help me pass out sandwiches.
You can't just go over there and help yourself.
With time orbbles, there are paradoxes and time shifts,
and that stupid butterfly effect.
Ooh, butterflies.
Seriously, if we change something in our past,
it could affect our future,
which is our present in the future...
Oh, I hate time travel!
We just have to get back to the Wright place
at the right time,
to the exact moment we left,
and get regular old orbble orbbles.
Stop. We're here.
- At the Wright place? - Yeah.
♪ Do you like leisurely strolls in the park ♪
♪ 'Cause I do ♪
♪ Cat person or dog person? ♪
♪ I know it's tough deciding ♪
♪ Think of the pair we could be if you dare... ♪
This is the big old number Hater and I did
when you were off helping Peepers freeze the ship.
Look at Hater's two-step. He's come such a long way.
♪ Seems like a pretty good start ♪
Look, buddy, I know you're having fun reminiscing,
but we can't just waste our time
watching past episodes of our lives.
It could be dangerous.
And boring.
We only have enough juice for a few more orbbles.
When our time runs out, our time runs out,
and we'll be stuck wherever we are,
so can you please just work with me on this?
Okay, well... this event just happened,
so we can't be far from the orbble station.
Just a bit further forward.
Further forward. Got it.
What? Slow down! Stop!
Where are we?
When are we?
( growling )
We have to save Lord Hater.
Wander, this must be the future.
We can't interfere now.
We'll have to save him later when the time comes.
But the time is now.
Not yet it's not.
We'll make a note of this moment,
and come back when the time is right.
Okay, buddy? We just gotta get back.
Gotta get back? Back to the past.
Wander, no!
Okay, I don't have much to go on.
Just my gut, a sneaking suspicion,
and a quick eye for detail,
but I think we were right about here.
Uh, Wander.
You're too late, Admiral Admirable.
FYI: I knew about this pyramid before it became a thing.
Another galactic conjunction?
This can't be the future, can it?
Nope, this is the past. A long time ago,
in a galaxy far, far, far away.
Adjacent to the one we're in now, or then.
I'm really confused.
- Ooh, time travel! - Look!
Major Threat, is that you?
Wander, is that you?
It's me, Tumbleweed.
Are you here to watch the planets align, too?
Look, I even packed a picnic!
Tumbleweed?
Folks in this galaxy call me Tumbleweed.
Who am I to say what's what?
You are a man of mystery, my friend.
You remember me, right Tumbleweed.
I travel the galaxy, I'm about this tall,
wear a hat, and sometimes, I make this face.
You do this a lot, don't you?
Whatever it takes to find the good in the bad.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Not here.
What's wrong? When are we?
Back off, KL-Bot 85.
This is my bounty.
Never hurts to help... yourself.
Come on, you wandering weirdo.
Wander. Huh.
I like the sound of that.
What's wrong, Syl?
I knew you were a bad guy; I was there.
Yeah, but I'd rather forget it.
I've come a long way since then.
I don't wanna live in the past.
I just wanna keep moving forward.
Oh, no.
Our last orbble.
If we don't get back to the orbble station...
Then we're stuck wherever and whenever
the orbble pops.
Let's do this. No time to lose.
BOTH: No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
WANDER: The end of time. Too far!
SYLVIA: The beginning of time. Too far!
We're here. The station.
Hello, weary travelers.
I'm Orbble, and this is my brother Wilmur,
and you are at the Wright place.
- Yep. - At the wrong time!
Say, friends, can we tempt you with our brand-new invention?
The orbble transporter.
Traverse the universe one step at a time.
Yep.
Orbbles. Perfect.
We'll take some time orbbles.
So we can return to the present.
Time orbbles. Never heard of those.
- Eh, Wilmur? - Nope.
- Sounds like a bang-up idea though. - Yep.
We'll get to work on 'em straight away.
- Really? - Yep. - Should have 'em figured out
- in about five-- - No.
- Fifty years. - Yep.
We're stuck here.
We're not stuck.
We can travel the galaxy like we always do.
We'll just be ahead of the trends.
We can't because the paradox
of the space-time continuum...
Butterflies.
We have to stay put.
Ugh, time travel!!
Sylvia, this is all my fault.
I was so caught up in living in the past
that I ruined our future.
You didn't, buddy.
You know what would ruin our future?
Feeling sorry for ourselves,
and not living in the present.
Hey, fellas,
how about we run the station
while you hurry up and focus on those time orbbles?
Fifty years are gonna fly right by.
Wander, today's the day.
( snoring )
WANDER: Today's the day!
Hurry, Wander.
I'm going as fast as I can.
I get that space is quiet and all,
but this place gives me the willies. Ugh.
This place is amazing!
Just think of the stories this old-time-y orbble station can tell.
I'd rather you focus on the present
and help us get outta here.
We're totally out of orbble juice.
I'll go pay, you fuel up.
Out of order?
Huh. Time orbbles?!
Whoo, close call.
( sighs happily ) We did it, Syl old girl.
They bought regular old orbbles.
We closed the time loop so none of this ever happened.
Sorry we had to waste our time waiting here.
Not a waste of time if I got to spend it with you, pal.
I almost bought time orbbles.
Can you believe it?
That could've turned into a whole thing.
( straining )
SYLVIA: How long are we gonna...
WANDER: Sh! This is my favorite part.