Robots Page #3

It's got cup-holders, standard.

Does it come in plus sizes?

Sure, take a look at the new

Bigweld spring collection.

I can't afford that fancy stuff.

All I need is one stinking neck joint.

No. Why did this happen to me?

I'm hurting me. Idiot.

Sorry, pal, it's either upgrade

or the chop shop for you.

The chop shop?

I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, no hands.

Ta-da! I'm back. Miss me?

- No one's going to the chop shop.

- That's right.

What do you think

we can get for him?

Will you stop? Listen, shiny pants...

...you get back there

and find a part for my brother.

We are not junk, we are not scrap,

and we will not be treated this way.

I'm sorry. I don't have the parts.

Well, do you have two washers,

an S-spring and some Fastweld?

I can fix you easy.

The Force is strong with this one.

When was the last time

you got oiled?

I can't answer that

with my kid sister here.

Can it, Fender.

Hold still. This might tickle.

We haven't been properly introduced.

I'm Fender. Used to be Bumper...

...but had to change it

when we came in to the country.

Copperbottom, Rodney Copperbottom.

Riddle me this:

Why did I meet you among the garbage?

Well, today I tried

to get in to see Bigweld.

Well, if you find him, tell him

we really need him to come back.

He cared about bots like us.

I heard they've done him in

and left the rest of us to fall apart.

Well, that ought to do it.

Look at that! And he fixed my neck.

- Sweeper!

- Sweeper?

Make yourself scarce.

What's the big deal?

- Well, if you're an outmode like Fender...

- Hey.

They sweep you up

and take you to the chop shop.

Where they melt you down

and turn you into something else.

You mean...?

Yep.

Sweepers. Sweepers.

Help. Here's one outmode

you're not gonna get.

Fender, run!

That was close.

When in Robot City,

guests of the Rusties... That's us.

- stay at Aunt Fanny's boarding house,

where our motto is:

"Beats rusting outside. "

Let me just let her know you're here.

Aunt Fanny!

- We brought someone.

- I'm in the kitchen.

- Are you sure your aunt won't mind?

- Relax, she's not my aunt.

She just takes in bots who are broke.

Bless her little heart.

Well, then why is she called

Aunt Fanny?

We couldn't call her Aunt Booty.

Oh, crap.

She's a little artsy-fartsy.

The artsy's okay,

but when she gets fartsy...

Look at... Oh, right on my shoes.

I'm so clumsy.

Well, hello there. What's your name?

I'm Rodney Bigbottom...

No, I'm Rodney Copperbottom.

Copperbottom.

That's a wonderful name, Bigbottom.

Well, I just...

- What happened to your friend?

- He's been rear-ended.

Oh, there you are.

Aunt Fanny, he needs a place to stay.

Well, just make yourself at home.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

My pleasure.

See a need, fill a need.

Hey, just like Bigweld.

Bigweld. That's a lot of robot.

Come on. You can bunk with me.

We'll ignore the gossip.

You missed a spot.

Fender, get out of my room!

I'm not in your room.

I am now. Now I'm not.

I am. Not. Am...

Get out of my room.

Oh, man, this is my third oil change

today. Something's wrong with me.

Sorry.

Here we are. Home sweet home.

What's mine is yours.

- Oh, dear.

- I'll get them.

Look at that.

Now they're arm-wrestling.

Could you separate them?

Hurry, my backside itches.

I know that sounds bad,

but I'm just doing musical arm farts.

You know how to do those?

They're hard to do, because we're metal,

but that's where the skill comes in.

I'm real close. Listen.

No, wait.

No, wait, wait.

You can't tell me that didn't sound like a...

Like an old man.

You know, I'm a little tired.

Maybe tomorrow.

Kind of a rough day, huh?

Kind of. My dad's probably

sitting by the phone...

...waiting for his brilliant son

to call...

...and tell him what a big success

my first day was.

I know it's not your problem.

If you burden your friends,

you won't have any.

What are you, a fortune cookie?

"That's what friends... "

You consider me a friend?

Sure, what else would I consider you?

An embarrassment,

a way to rebel against your parents...

...a desperate cry for help.

The list is endless.

Let's just stick with friend.

You know, even though you had

a discouraging day, remember...

...there's another one

coming tomorrow.

You know, my last roommate

jumped out that window.

Hey, Fender.

Yeah, baby. Let it rip!

Guys, come on,

what are you, 3 years old?

This is how a man does it.

You guys are so gross.

Besides, this is how you do it.

Hey, kids, get a load of this.

Aunt Fanny...

...we were using our arms.

Oh, excuse me.

Lady, please...

...see a doctor.

Breakfast.

This will perk everyone up.

Some of Aunt Fanny's

fresh-brewed grease.

Yummy!

Careful, it's hot.

So, what are you guys doing today?

- We're doing it.

- What about you?

Bigweld's disappeared,

and you're sitting here.

That's already been established.

- I gotta find out what happened to him.

- Hey, you want my advice?

- Sure.

- Forget it.

"Never try, never fail. "

Those are the words I live by.

Crank, the idol of millions is gone,

and no one seems to care.

There should be an angry mob

out there.

What the...?

Wow, that was great, psychic friend.

Now say, "Money should be

falling from the sky. "

Say it. Say it.

Sorry, folks, all sold out.

Nothing but upgrades from here on in.

But I like myself just the way I am.

- We can't afford upgrades!

- Let's get him!

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Don't throw me.

Isn't that the guy

that fixed Fender's neck?

Yeah, that guy fixes bots.

Yeah, that kid can help you.

Brace yourself.

You're about to get popular.

Only those with insurance.

Oh, I forgot. Everybody, come on.

Parts, man. I need parts.

You don't look that... bad.

- Hey, everybody, spare parts!

- Yeah!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What's wrong with you robots?

You should all be ashamed

of yourselves.

Why do you have two noses?

One's for showing, one's for blowing.

- Sorry.

- Hey, could you look at my arm?

- Nice grip.

- Like iron.

- I can't get rid of this spare tire.

- I am losing my mind.

Back off, back off.

He's got his own dreams

that won't come true.

See a need, fill a need.

Wait.

Who wants to get fixed?

Thanks, Rodney. You're number one.

Rodney! Rodney! Rodney!

Oh, yeah.

I have never felt so relaxed.

Say, do you mind giving me a little

scratch between the shoulder blades?

There you... Easy, tiger.

Hey! Take it easy.

Hey, what are you trying to do,

kill me?

Relax. It's me, your mommy.

- How did you get in here?

- I came up the air shaft.

I know you don't like

anybody here to see me.

- Well, what do you want?

- Someone's fixing them.

- What?

- Someone is repairing outmodes...

...and they are laughing at you.

- Who?

And are you sure they're not

laughing with me?

Yes.

So what if one crazy fanatic repairs

a few outmodes? Who cares?

Think. Use those brains

I stole for you. Today, it's one.

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