Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey Page #4

Plus, you got an excellently huge

Martian butt.

Feel free to split

in two parts again and relax.

Don't overlook my butt.

I work out all the time.

And reaping burns a lot of calories.

Ready to take on those evil usses

and save the babes?

Fight evil usses. Save the babes.

- Ready, Bill?

- Ready, Ted.

Let's go get 'em.

And now, the last band of the evening.

Wyld Stallyns!

How's it going, worms?

I'm Bill S. Preston, Esquire!

And I'm Ted "Theodore" Logan!

Together, we are Wyld Stallyns!

Hold it right there!

We're Wyld Stallyns!

No, dudes. We're Wyld Stallyns!

You totally killed us,

you evil metal dickweeds!

Yeah, and we're gonna do it again!

Plus, we're gonna totally

kill your girlfriends.

Don't worry, babes! We'll save you.

Everybody, say hello

to Station's creation!

Good Robot Bill and Ted!

We may have met our match.

Kudos to you, good human usses.

- Catch you later, Bill and Ted!

- Catch you later, Bill and Ted!

- Elizabeth!

- Theodore!

- Joanna!

- William!

Who is that?

Who are you?

Who am I?

I am De Nomolos.

I am their master.

And I must see to it that you die.

But first...

We are now transmitting on every

channel throughout the world.

My word!

I want the whole universe

to behold this...

... transfer of power.

No longer will our future society...

... be based on

the ideas and the music...

... of these two fools!

They will be based on my ideas...

...and my ideas alone!

How do we get out of this?

There's no time.

We do. After we get away

from this guy...

...we time-travel back and set up

the things we need to get him now.

Yeah, like what?

Like a sandbag.

Excellent!

Then we'll get a cage.

My friends.

I too can play the time game.

If you do that,

once I have vanquished you...

...I'll go back and set up this key.

And another gun.

Right. Only there's one thing

you didn't think of.

Only the winners can go back

and set things up.

And that's gonna be us.

We set up the key,

and we set up the gun.

Excuse me.

Your shoelaces are untied.

Melvined.

You're under arrest.

Way to go, Dad!

Book him, Danno.

Good job, Death.

Who was that guy?

I can answer that question.

Ms. Wardroe, thanks for the help.

We definitely...

Take it off, baby!

Rufus!

When did you get here?

Just in time for your audition.

So you were Ms. Wardroe all along.

Would anyone else have let you

in this contest?

That was Chuck De Nomolos,

my old gym teacher.

And, by the way, sit-up champion

of the 27th century.

And now, gentlemen, I believe

the stage belongs to you.

Thanks, Rufus.

Dude, we still don't know how to play.

Maybe we ought to get good.

How?

That was a fast 16 months

of intensive guitar training.

Except for the two-week

medieval honeymoon.

Hello, San Dimas!

Let me introduce you

to a little friend.

This is little Ted.

Hello, little Ted!

This is little Bill.

Now for the rest of our band.

On conga and bongos, proof that

you can't tell a book by its cover...

...the dude who can make one word

mean anything...

...Station!

Our backup dancers...

...Station's most bodacious

creations...

...the Good Robot Usses!

And over here...

...our bass player,

the Duke of Spooks...

...the Doc of Shocks,

the Man With No Tan...

...please say hello

to Death himself...

...the Grim Reaper!

You might be a king

Or a little street sweeper

But sooner or later

You dance with the Reaper

Get down with your bad self!

I love show business.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...we've been to the past.

We've been to the future.

We've been all around the afterlife.

And you know...

The best place to be...

...is here.

And the best time to be...

...is now.

And all we can say is...

...let's rock!

One! Two!

One, two, three, four!

Right good! Right good!

You are go, Stallyn!

Come home soon. We'll miss you.

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