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Guys...

Sabersense launches in... 30 minutes.

I tried to access the

Clusterstorm file on your PDA,

but Saber, he protected it

with some nasty virus.

I mean, I'm a little bit at a loss.

Sorry to interrupt. Quick question.

If that little thingamabob

is all that like you say it is,

why don't you just use that

to destroy Saber's mainframe?

I'll go back in the box. Oh, pepperoni!

- That could work. That could work!

- OK, let's do this!

Wait a second.

We don't have our equipment.

Well, that's not entirely true.

This is a little prototype

I've been working on

called the Rapid Deployment Vehicle.

She'll do 65

with the throttle wide open.

And, Blaster, it has a rocking stereo.

That's what's up! Pimp my ride!

All right, we got gear.

And we know our mission.

Infiltrate Saber's mansion,

locate the main network core

and dock this infected PDA.

Bring down big mama with baby disease.

I don't know what that means.

But, yeah, that's good.

Here are the keys.

- Don't scratch it.

- All right. This is for Speckles.

Dr. Kendall, we know you're in there!

Open the door!

Everybody, into the RDV!

You, too, Hurley. Move it!

Shotgun!

Open the door, or we'll open it for you!

Hold on.

Don't these fools

know we're on the same team?

- Juarez, plot us a course to Saber's.

- I'm on it.

- Go, go, go!

- I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!

Mooch, we need eyes in the sky.

Call for backup.

Tell them we're in pursuit of three

guinea pigs driving mobile spheres.

OK!

Actually, could you make that call?

My stomach doesn't do well

with action-adventure.

Hurley, don't you dare.

Yuck, Hurley. That's disgusting.

- I can't breathe.

- Roll down the window.

- These things don't have windows!

- That's real professional, guys.

Mooch, where's that recon?

- OK, here come the bad guys.

- Better have their "A" game.

- Yeah!

- Mommy!

Where's that backup?

- May I ask why we're chasing rodents?

- No, you may not.

OK, you can just

let me out at the next corner.

We got three party crashers on our tail.

- Hurry up! You're losing them!

- They're boxing us in!

- Yeah, I got 'em, I got 'em.

- Maybe they want to adopt us!

Not likely, Hurley. Hold on, guys!

- Let's just crush 'em!

- Unlock it and rock it. Now!

- Time to divide and conquer.

- See ya!

- Oh, yeah! Come and get me!

- Where'd he go?

- How low can you go?

- There he goes! Under the trailer!

Little is the new big!

Bye-bye, bipeds! Smell you later!

- I want to go back to the pet store!

- You might want to buckle up.

He paid for undercoating. What a sucker!

Let's see if it protects him from this.

- Hey, what's that?

- This is my little friend.

- Say hello.

- Hello!

And goodbye!

Better hang on to your lunch!

Did we win?

This is Unit Two. We lost them.

How? You're driving a V-8. They're

rolling around in little plastic balls.

This one's not getting away from me!

Darwin, I need some help here.

Mooch, I need a visual on Juarez.

- I can't get these guys off my tail.

- We don't have tails.

Hang on, Juarez. Hurley, we're

going to the fair. Blaster, hard right.

All right, Juarez.

Let's take it to the house!

OK, I'm taking the lead.

- You're scaring me!

- Shut it, Carter!

Here's that box of M-80s.

Careful with these.

- You're driving angry!

- Yes, I am!

Come here, you little rodent.

Carl, look out! Look out!

Let's let 'em go,

let's let 'em go! Look out!

- This is so festive!

- This is crazy. This is crazy!

These are good seats!

I'm gonna flatten this little varmint!

Mess with the bull, you get the horns.

Look out! Look out!

How you doing?

Don't try this at home, kids!

That was great!

Let's do it again.

Face it, Trigstad.

You just got out-driven by gophers.

- Guys, I'm going in.

- Hurley, suck in your gut.

Blaster, I need to

tell you something about Juarez.

You have nothing to worry about.

She's not interested in me.

- She told you that?

- Yeah. She really wants you...

She's trying to make you more interested

in her by acting disinterested.

Yeah, well maybe

she told you she wants me

in order to look not interested in you,

which makes you more interested in her.

Interesting.

Members

of the Saberling inner sanctum,

my co-conspirators in this endeavor,

are we ready to dominate?

Are we ready to change the world?

- Go, go, go, go!

- Geronimo!

- Yippee!

- Whoa!

Hurley, this is our exfil. It's very

important that you stand guard.

Whatever you do, don't leave this spot.

We're counting on you.

OK, OK. Got it.

Hey, does this mean

I'm part of the team?

There's the network core.

Behind the glass.

Look! We can gain access

through that panel.

OK, follow me.

- Hold up, guys.

- What is it?

It's a tripwire.

It's a booby trap.

Don't touch it, or this place'll blow.

Tick, tick, boom.

Ooh!

I don't think anybody'll mind

if I check the perimeter.

As I press this button,

we move forward

to a brave new world order

owned and operated by Saberling.

We're too late.

We can still stop it if we download the

virus into Saber's computer. Let's go.

Cherries.

Cake! Oh, you're so beautiful!

Oh, come to Papa!

Uh-oh. Oh!

It's all Saber, sir.

Is this enough probable cause?

Eyewitnesses report

common household appliances

- coming to life and chasing people...

- Those are Saberling appliances!

But they're just supposed to

communicate with each other.

- Bravo, Echo! Go! Go!

- Spread out!

What is that thing?

It's heading for the tripwire.

- It's got Hurley!

- Oh, hey guys!

- What's it doing?

- Peppers. Casserole.

It's trying to figure out

how long to cook him.

Cook me? Get me out of here!

- Move it, Blaster!

- I don't want to be an appetizer!

- We got to save him!

- Get me out!

Let's go to Plan B!

- Blaster, immobilize that thing!

- I'm on it!

- Don't let it hit the tripwire!

- I want to go home!

Soup. Eggs. Beef.

- Oh, man! It's packing a toaster!

- Broccoli.

All teams, go, go!

Why is this happening?

This wasn't the plan!

- Saber, what's going on?

- Get us out of here!

Take Saber down to the command truck!

Bacon. Carrot. Soup.

- Hurley, don't be scared.

- I'm not a chicken.

Chicken. Match.

Uh-oh.

Not even close!

- Come on, Hurley!

- Just a little piece of cake!

- Didn't drop the cake.

- Hurley, let's go!

Hunk of junk!

It's gonna hit the tripwire!

- Run for cover!

- Darwin, jump!

No!

Ah!

Are you OK? We can't get through.

I'm all right. I'm gonna keep going.

Not without us. No way.

There's no time.

I've got to take down the network core.

Hurley, I told you

stay put and guard the exfil.

Didn't I tell you that?

I thought I could depend on you.

All right. Now let's huddle up.

Come on. Here's to the team.

Good luck, Darwin.

We'll find another way through.

OK, this is good. Over there.

Marcie, let's go.

I find it hard to believe

you've got nothing to do with this.

You have to believe me.

I don't know what's going on.

I only wanted to be the biggest

appliance manufacturer in the world.

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