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ANNOUNCER: Previously on Save the Supers--
The Super Force budget keeps shrinking.
Fleet Foot made a video with some lofty claims.
FLEET FOOT: The world's fastest man.
ANNOUNCER: Merman was super-bummed to see Elementra
sucking face with a teacher.
Will he ever get laid?
Jesus Christ.
Find out now.
[MUSIC PLAYING - THEME SONG]
ELEMENTRA: We're recruiting off Hero Date, now?
MERMAN: Ah, um.
ELEMENTRA: Oh, you're using Hero Date.
Well, that's cool.
As in not at all.
MERMAN: Yeah, you know, we can't all use our truth breath
to score hot dates.
MERMAN: That was one time, post-Salem witch
trials, with Brad.
MERMAN: Brad, eh?
Is that the--
that's the teacher?
ELEMENTRA: Yeah.
MERMAN: I thought that was going to be like a flingy
thing for you.
ELEMENTRA: So did I, but I mean, he's not just hot.
He's nice, and funny.
And he *** like a jackhammer.
MERMAN: Oh, yeah.
Hey, guys.
ELEMENTRA: There's no one here yet.
MERMAN: No, they're coming.
They're like, I can hear them.
ELEMENTRA: There's this one thing he does with my leg
that's like--
NIGHT KNIGHT: What's it matter who's fastest when we're all
on the same team?
ELEMENTRA: I'll just draw you a diagram.
WORLD MAN: It's important that we know all the ways I'm
better than you.
MERMAN: OK, are we all here?
Where is Night Knight?
NIGHT KNIGHT: Gentlemen.
MERMAN: Dude, were you there the whole time?
NIGHT KNIGHT: And fair lady Elementra.
I'd like to introduce you to the 42nd Boy Sparrow.
ELEMENTRA: Great.
Another Sparrow?
You know you don't get paid, right?
BOY SPARROW: 42nd Boy Sparrow.
You bet.
42nd time's the charm.
MERMAN: OK, hey, Sparrow, all right.
[RELUCTANT APPLAUSE]
MERMAN: Welcome to the team, man.
BOY SPARROW: OK.
MERMAN: So the high school got back to us with a giant bill
for the confetti bomb clean-up because all the janitors got
sick from inhaling confetti dust.
[COUGH]
[HACK]
NIGHT KNIGHT: Confetti lung.
I lost Sparrow 12 that way.
MERMAN: OK.
So that's a thing.
So to pay for it, we're going to have to dip into the
entertainment budget.
And that means we're going to have to cancel our
headquarters party tonight.
MERMAN: What?
ELEMENTRA: What?
FLEET FOOT: What?
BOY SPARROW: How horrible.
Oh my gosh.
NIGHT KNIGHT: Shut up.
MERMAN: Look, I got a lunch meeting, so let's get to it.
Fleet, get on cancelling all the party arrangements.
DJs, caterers, et cetera.
FLEET FOOT: Yay.
A project.
MERMAN: Night Knight, I need you to update the software on
the Super Force computer.
Just stop trying to revise the terms of service.
It's non-negotiable.
Just click accept.
NIGHT KNIGHT: Come, Boy Sparrow.
MERMAN: OK.
Is it even worth learning his name?
And you too.
20 felonies each.
Stop 'em.
WORLD MAN: Busy work.
ELEMENTRA: Oh, and--
I hope your meeting goes well.
WORLD MAN: I hope your meeting goes well.
MERMAN: OK.
You don't even know-- you have no frame of reference.
FLEET FOOT: No, I don't want to hire new DJs.
I just want to cancel the one that we already hired.
WORLD MAN: Hey, Fleet.
You're black.
FLEET FOOT: Thank you for noticing.
I'll just be one second.
I'm on the phone.
WORLD MAN: That's why you think you're faster than me.
That's racist.
FLEET FOOT: Wait--
three DJs for the price of one?
That is a deal.
WORLD MAN: I saw your presentation, Fleet Foot, the
world's fastest super.
First off, you can't say "world." I bought that word
off that guy who sells words outside the post office.
FLEET FOOT: That sounds like a scam.
WORLD MAN: So you're slower than me, and stupider too.
It's a sad day for your people.
FLEET FOOT: I'll call you back.
Nobody calls me slower.
ANNOUNCER: Now we join Merman on his
date, already in progress.
MERMAN: Ah, well, we won Frederico here.
All right.
What's that, buddy?
Oh.
Oh, Frederico says I'm way out of your league, by the way.
So, sorry.
RASCAL: Oh, nice fish-talking abilities.
MERMAN: Thank you.
So Rascal, what is your power, outside of being uh, rascal-y?
RASCAL: I don't usually talk about it on the first date.
It's a little embarrassing.
MERMAN: Look, I squirt ink out of holes in my hand.
So it doesn't get much worse than that.
That's hot.
RASCAL: Not really.
I'm an energy absorber.
I will literally suck the life out of you if you touch me.
MERMAN: OK.
So I'm--
I'm dating someone that I can't touch.
RASCAL: Well, I don't normally kiss on the first date, but--
MERMAN: How can you, I mean, how does it even--
RASCAL: Shh.
MERMAN: OK.
Wow.
All right.
RASCAL: [PLAYFULLY GROWLING]
FLEET FOOT: So Nepal to Shanghai to Ecuador.
NIGHT KNIGHT: No skipping Australia.
FLEET FOOT: No flying.
ELEMENTRA: All right, let's just do this race quick.
I don't think leaving Night Knight alone at the HQ is ever
a good idea.
FLEET FOOT: Whoever tags Sparrow's
hand first wins, right?
WORLD MAN: Right.
BOY SPARROW: So why are you standing in front of me?
WORLD MAN: Because we're going around the world, idiot.
Turn around.
ELEMENTRA: Let's go Fleet Foot!
FLEET FOOT: Woo!
WORLD MAN: Let's go World Man.
ELEMENTRA: OK.
On your mark, get set, go.
WORLD MAN: Winner.
FLEET FOOT: Oh, let's let Sparrow be the judge of that.
Right, Sparrow?
BOY SPARROW: Something's different.
Where are my arms?
[SCREAMS IN PANIC]
FLEET FOOT: We should probably--
BOY SPARROW: My arms.
WORLD MAN: Stay with us, Sparrow.
You need to tell us who won the race.
ELEMENTRA: No, we need to get him to Hero Hospital.
BOY SPARROW: Oh, God.
FLEET FOOT: I'm going after his arms.
WORLD MAN: Find our which arm flew farther.
If it's the right, then I won.
DJ: Check one two, one two three.
MERMAN: Fleet, I asked you to do one thing, man--
whoa, whoa.
What happened to Sparrow?
WORLD MAN: We saved the Hoover Dam from the man car--
MERMAN: The man car.
FLEET FOOT: He was some kind of crazed transformer, busting
holes all through the Hoover Dam--
WORLD MAN: Which Sparrow selflessly
plugged with his arms.
MERMAN: Jesus.
Night.
Couldn't you have canceled the party arrangements here?
NIGHT KNIGHT: Fleet Foot said he was going to take care of
it after the race.
Hello.
Salutations.
Fleet Foot and World Man were going to race.
Utilizing my detective skills, I'll surmise that my Sparrow
here was tasked as the finish line--
his arms ripped off due to the sheer velocity of our
companions.
DJ: All right, let's get this party started.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]
NIGHT KNIGHT: The left side won the race.
WORLD MAN: No.
FLEET FOOT: Yes!
ANNOUNCER: Next time, on Save the Supers, the Super Force
party gets going, and then it gets really going.
And then it gets awkward.
And then it gets really awkward.
And then it gets-- well, you'll just have to wait and
see, now won't you, you spoiler ***?
Next time on Save the Supers.
MALE SPEAKER: Ew, that robot just barfed.