Robots Page #4

What about tomorrow, when

everybody gets the idea this is okay?

"We can fix ourselves.

We don't need upgrades.

We want Bigweld. "

Then what happens to you?

Okay, okay. Take it easy.

We've got to find out

who this is and stop him.

Not stop him, crush him, destroy him.

And by the way, I brought you

a little something for your desk.

- Is there anyone else waiting?

- Let me look.

- A few.

- "A few"?

What did you expect, Rodney?

Bigweld was gone.

Sweepers were on the loose,

but then came Copperbottom.

I'm getting all static-y

just thinking about it.

I'm not Bigweld.

These robots need parts.

Mail call. Mail call.

Copperbottom,

this one's from your mom.

Oh, is there anything for me?

Oh, I got something for you.

That's from my sister.

I recognize the handwriting.

Is anything wrong?

I'll say. His father's got

one foot in the junkyard...

...and if they can't find new parts

for him, he's only got a few miles left.

Rodney, are you really worried

about your dad?

Do you wanna go home?

Well, if I go home,

I still can't help him.

We're out of parts.

We've gotta get to Bigweld.

He's the only one that can fix this.

He's trying to tell us something.

What is it, boy? What's wrong?

Bigweld is going...

...dancing.

Of course, the Bigweld Ball.

You can't have the Bigweld Ball

without Bigweld.

Well, that's it, then.

I'm going to the Bigweld Ball.

What? That's the fanciest party

of the year.

You'll never get past the gate.

- Can I help you?

- I think maybe you can.

This is Count Roderick

von Brokenzipper.

Formerly Count Velcro.

Where are the trumpets?

We were promised trumpets

to announce the count's arrival.

Sorry, Your Grace.

Beat me until you're happy.

He's happy. And I'm not feeling

too bad myself.

- Let me... You're not on the list.

- We're what?

Once again.

Thank you. Fine, we will go.

You'll explain to your superiors...

...why we were not able to attend your

little luau, barn dance, whatever it is.

But we're leaving in a huff.

No, no. No. Please, go right in.

In fact, would the count

like to hit me?

The count hit you?

The arrogance of some people.

I will hit you on his behalf.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Okay, let's split up.

If you see Bigweld, come and find me.

If anything goes wrong,

we'll signal each other.

What kind of signal do you want?

You want something kind of subtle, like:

Or:

Oh, how about this:

Ricola!

Subtle. Let's get to work.

A screwdriver, please.

Shaken, not stirred.

Yes, sir.

I'll have what he's having.

You know, Cappy, it's nice that you

can see me like this, away from work.

See my more casual, fun-loving side.

Now, where were we?

Well, there are never any

interesting men at these parties.

Hello, ladies.

Fender von Fender at your service.

Hi, I'm Loretta...

...Geargrinder.

Anyone dressed as badly as you are

must be an eccentric billionaire.

Ladies and gentlebots,

now coming to the stage...

...the top bot, the big bolt...

...who's your daddy?

Mr. Phineas T. Ratchet.

Thank you. We now come

to the point of the evening...

...where I have the tremendous honor

of introducing...

- Excuse me. Sorry.

... our beloved founder, Mr. Bigweld...

...who, unfortunately,

is unable to attend.

- What?

- He sends his apologies...

...his love and a small box

of assorted cookies.

- Not coming?

- And what are you doing here?

What have you done with Bigweld?

How come we don't see him

anymore, huh?

Okay. Security,

we have a party-crasher.

Yeah, that's right, and I had to put

all this junk on in order to get in here...

...so that I could tell Bigweld

that you are outmoding millions of bots.

And I know because

I spend all day fixing them.

You.

Oh, my darling, that is the cry

of the deep-doo-doo bird.

I must fly.

Take him for a drive...

...and bring me back

his exact weight in paper clips.

- No!

- No?

I'll escort him out.

You don't wanna look bad

in front of your people, do you?

- Good point.

- When I get back...

...I'll show you my casual,

fun-loving side.

Oh, you.

- Get moving.

- What? What are you doing?

Saving your life.

- Come on.

- Let him go.

Let him go. Let him go.

- Get out of here, you idiot.

- Get him!

- Fender, let's go.

- You know him?

Fender, wait for me.

Wonderbot.

Get out of my way!

Hey, Tim,

I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld.

Oh, you again.

Oh, that was amazing.

- So where do we go now?

- I'm taking you to the train station.

- What? No way.

- You don't know what you're dealing with.

Ratchet will use your head

for a hood ornament.

I'm not leaving until I find Bigweld.

- That's not...

- Can't you take me to him?

I must be out of my mind.

Au rservoir, my darling.

- Thanks for walking me home.

- Thanks for carrying me up that hill.

- Until tomorrow?

- I shall count the seconds.

So far, I'm up to four.

You crazy nut boy.

Crazy about you.

I'm singing in the oil

I'm singing in the oil

After all that work and toil

I'm just slipping in the oil

I know where I've been sent

I'm covered in lubricant

My life has turned around.

From now on, I'm a winner!

Stop, you've made a mistake.

I'm alive. You can't do this.

Help.

Okay, we tried. Let's get out of here.

No, no, no. Something's up.

Look at all these newspapers

and this mail.

Come on. They probably

stopped delivering these years ago.

Paper.

Late edition.

- You say something?

- Nice one of you.

Come on.

We gotta get you out of here.

Big, creaky door.

Perfect.

Look at this.

This is Bigweld's actual workshop.

I recognize it from his old TV show.

Could you keep it down?

We're not supposed to be here.

Do you know what these are?

These are Bigweld's

original invention designs.

- That's his own writing.

- This is strange.

How come it just stops in the middle?

Look at this.

Remember, he used to have

these on his show?

Rodney, I don't know

how to tell you this, but...

Why are they so dusty?

Wait, don't.

This is much more elaborate

than the ones on his show.

Rodney, what do we do?

I don't know.

This is kind of a first for me.

- Yeah!

- It's him.

- Who's the king of the beach?

- Are you all right?

Well, considering I'm an old fat guy

who just crashed to the floor...

...I'm fantastic.

Now, who the heck are you?

I'm Rodney.

Oh, I thought you were

the dominoes delivery boy.

Come on, let's set them up again,

only bigger.

Sir, is this what you've

been working on?

This is why no one sees you?

Young man,

nobody likes a chatterbox.

But there's a terrible crisis,

Mr. Bigweld.

We need to talk.

Son, I've gotta tell you,

you're making a lousy first impression.

Please, sir, he is your biggest fan.

In fact, he's an inventor just like you.

- Well...

- Show him that thing you made.

A device? A doohickey?

A thingamajig?

Now, don't be scared.

Show Mr. Bigweld what you can do.

Go on. It's okay.

Is that what it's supposed to do?

It gets nervous under pressure...

Son, let me give you

a good piece of advice.

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