Grr!
- Dude. What up? - How can you be flying?
Heh, I'm Sonic-powered.
Let's go for a big-boy ride!
Yeah! Woo-hoo!
[laughs]
This is fun!
And only mildly damaging to my kidneys.
Use your head on this one!
In retrospect, that may have been bad advice.
I don't know where retrospect is,
but it was bad advice here, too.
[rumbling]
[groans]
Huh. Maybe it's a friendly gargantuan rock monster.
[roars]
Nope. He's playing into the stereotype.
Here I come!
There I go.
Keep him busy, Sonic.
I'll give you a hand with his feet with my head.
Yes, Grandma, I will have another ginger snap...
[growls]
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
But I already had the lemons.
Sonic! Knuckles! What's going on?
A giant rock monster is laying waste to the countryside.
You mean a Granophyre Giganticus
is laying waste to the countryside.
Yeah, thanks for clearing that up.
As previously noted, I already had the lemons.
[sighs with relief]
Don't worry, it's still covered by the manufacturer's warranty.
But you're the manufacturer!
I knew I shouldn't have given myself a receipt!
Guys! Rock monster?
Oh, right. What do you know about that thing, Amy?
Granophyre Giganticus is a proud race of mountain dwellers
from the time of the ancients.
No one has seen one in hundreds of years!
That's not true. I just saw one.
He's ignoring the "You Break It, You Bought It" sign.
He really is a monster.
Egad! There's a pitiless monster
spreading destruction and horror across the land!
- Sounds like your kinda people. - I'm a huge fan of his work.
I must make him my minion.
He could destroy entire cities.
And clean my rain gutters. They're hard to reach.
- Cubot, Orbot, go capture him! - Why us?
There's no way we could catch that behemoth!
Not with a negative attitude like that. Now get moving!
- Left, right, left, right. - He always says "left, right,"
yet we have no legs.
That's hurtful.
So, so horrible.
They were supposed to re-upholster my loveseat.
Hey, he's doing what my neighbour's Uncle Tonoose does
when he has the insomnia. He can never get comfortable,
so he's always fluffing his pillow.
[growls]
Like that! My neighbour's Uncle Tonoose's next move
would be to get up and get a drink of water.
Like that!
[yawns]
But my neighbour's Uncle Tonoose doesn't yawn ducks.
[yawns]
Hey! He isn't rampaging! You know what he's doing?
Ravaging? Devastating? Marauding? Obliterating?
Flinging or scattering to the winds?
Found a thesaurus in a cranberry bog.
He's trying to get comfortable. He can't sleep!
Slumber. Repose. Forty winks.
Ooh, a cranberry!
We gotta help him get back to sleep.
I'm giant rock monsterologist, but our guy looks overtired.
Nothing brings on sleep like a dulcet melody
sung by a sweet song bird.
[tweets]
Not you! Me!
[clears throat]
♪ Hush little Granophyre Giganticus ♪
♪ Don't say a word ♪
♪ Amy's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
[growls]
He's made out of rock. What does he know?
[clears throat]
[horrible shrieking]
That's not a lullaby.
That's what happens when I drop bagpipes into a wood-chipper.
Yeah, but it's working. He's falling asleep!
[snoring]
That road is the delivery route for all the deli products
that come into the village.
If the monster sleeps for a thousand years,
how are we going to get potato salad?
You know what? Giant rock monsters are a pain in the butt.
Sticks, keep singing. Or whatever it is you're doing.
[caterwauling]
Worst parade ever!
[yawns]
[caterwauling]
It's working! Sleep, my large, rocky friend,
and dream of large, gravelly girl-monsters.
Release the Bee-Bots!
After you've returned your seat and tray table
- to the upright position. - [grumbles]
- [chuckles] - [growls]
Hey! That was a very expensive honeycomb cage!
If you and I are going to subjugate the world
for a thousand generations,
I need to see a better attitude from you.
Give it up, Eggstain! We're not letting you capture Rocky.
Hey, Bee-Bots, follow me!
It might be time to turn on the fasten-seat-belt sign
and head back to the lair.
OK, Eggman's gone. Sticks, you can start singing again.
- The monster took Sticks. - Then let's go get her.
Wow, that was good camouflage.
You gotta teach me to do that!
Not gonna teach me, huh? Fine!
Then I'm not gonna teach you how to use gelatin to keep monkeys
from swarming into your fireplace!
I searched all the mountains and canyons. No trace of Sticks.
I scoured the coastline. Bupkis.
I searched the jungle. Zilch.
I just finished lunch. Nice, fresh potato salad.
Knuckles, we can't find Sticks! We've searched everywhere.
Not everywhere...
OK, now we've searched everywhere.
[alarm goes off]
- That's my disasterometer. - Disasterometer?
- What does it do? - What do you think
something called a disasterometer does?
Detects and stores the sound signatures of typhoons,
earthquakes and other disasters?
Either that or it makes snow cones.
- [Screeching] - That's horrible!
- What could be causing it? - [caterwauling]
[growls]
I can't sing forever.
I'll ruin my voice.
- Hey, that's Sticks. - The rock monster has her.
- Can that tell us where she is? - Yeah.
I can triangulate her location
and get a topographic visual representation.
And somebody mentioned something about snow cones.
That peak is a mile high
and Tails' plane is out of commission.
We've gotta find another way.
I had to open my yap.
Does this thing come with a barf bag?
There's Sticks!
[caterwauling]
Concert's over, Rocky. You can buy a T-shirt in the lobby.
[Roars]
New, fun fact about Granophyre Giganticus.
Their breath smells like dead jellyfish.
Now what are we gonna do with him?
No worries, guys. I've got a plan.
Hey, boss. Who's your leafy lady friend?
Stop flapping your hinges!
Since you two botched the capture of the rock monster,
I need the peace and quiet of my meditation garden
- to calm my nerves. - May I say, sir,
it's working like a charm.
Ah! He'll want us to put the leaves back on.
I'll go get the glue gun.
[crash]
Hey! Do you mind? Don't stomp on the topiary!
OK, I thought, "Don't stomp on the topiary"
also implied "Don't drop a gazebo on it".
We can't stand here and watch Eggman's place get trashed.
[sighs] You're right.
Good news! The disasterometer recorded Sticks' singing
and I've put it on an endless loop.
That is good news.
[caterwauling]
Oh!
Oh. Sorry about the flowers, Eggy.
[caterwauling]
How long must I endure this?
It takes Granophyre Giganticus about a year
to fall completely asleep, but we could always turn it off.
No, no. That won't be necessary.
Come on, guys. Saddle up!
Ah, well. Maybe I can make a fountain out of his nose.
Koi pond in his belly-button. Cubot! Orbot!
Bring me potting soil!
Evil potting soil!
Subtitling: Eclair Media