The Slugterra Institute of Technology welcomes you, Sir.

I am thrilled to show you what your generous donation is funding.

S.I.T. has a long tradition of ground breaking research.

And here, are two of our top scientists.

Tobias here has made some fascinating inroads

in the field of gravitation.

(Beeping)

Doesn't that lift your spirits?

(LAUGHS) Hey? Uh.

(Zapping)

Once I work the bugs out of my zero-gee machine

Slugterra will own the air!

Katherine's ideas about sonics

are worth listening to!

(Music)

Sound is invisible, but its effects can be powerful.

-(LAUGHS) -What about me, professor?!

Aren't you gonna show Mr. Money Bags MY invention?

Uhh... Dr. Kolowski has been researching

artificial slug technology.

Sir, don't pay any attention to Quentin's unfounded research.

Let me show you more about my work.

I thought we told you never to come back here!

You and your crazy robots!

Oh you'll never get rid of me.

(Whirring)

Your anti-gravity machine will never amount to anything, Tobias!

(Blasting and crashing)

Ha ha! Nor will your will your pathetic sound amplifier.

(Blasting)

(Evil laughter)

Now, let's talk about the future.

My future, to be specific.

We need help.

As of this moment, all research will be directed by me.

(GASPS)

Eli Shane! We need you. Now!

The only science in this cavern, is MY science!

Behold! My roboslugs!

# Slugterra! #

(Music)

(Music)

# Slugterra! #

(Music)

# Slugterra! #

Futuria Cavern.

Always wanted to see this place.

Bah! Science is vastly overrated.

Pronto has no need for facts. I go with my guts!

(Stomach growling)

Ooh! And my guts tells me it's past my lunchtime.

If these so-called scientists are such geniuses,

where did they put all the restaurants?

Where did they put all the people?

And I don't see any slugs, either.

The slugs are all hiding. I'm Katherine McGregor.

You're the one who called about the rogue scientist.

Quentin's always been a little...quirky,

but this time he's crossed the line.

Anyone try to stand up to this guy?

We're scientists, not slugslingers.

That's why we called you!

Ya. Good point.

I envision a world where

the only slugs people use are my roboslugs.

To that end anyone found with a live slug

will be punished.

I don't have to listen to this madness.

(Beeping)

(Whirring)

I'm not finished yet.

Yeah, actually I think you are.

I was hoping we could reason this out, but

you're kind of beyond reason, aren't you?

I prefer to say that

I'm beyond your understanding, Eli Shane.

Oh, yes, I know who you are.

Then you know how I work.

I'm gonna give you one chance to do the right thing

and apologize to all these people.

Otherwise...

Otherwise we duel?

That's right

Oh, this will be fun!

(Music)

(Music)

I'm going to blast that nasty thing right off your shoulder.

(CHIRPS)

I think you just insulted my slugs. Bad idea.

(Beeping)

Species: Infernus. Attack modes: Flashfire, Infurnus, Novaclaw.

Downloading countermeasures to roboslug brain matrix.

(Blasting)

(Whirring)

(Water bursting)

Burpy? Are you okay?

(WHINES)

(GROANS)

(Beeping)

(Blasting)

(Whirring)

(Music)

You were beaten before you began.

I've downloaded databases on every slinger who's ever shot a slug.

You. Your friends...

Even your father, the great Will Shane!

He'd have beaten you in a minute. Might take me two.

(Whirring)

Your father was a slug lover, just like you.

(Blasting and fighting)

Ha! He successfully used

that identical Arachnet move in seventeen different duels.

Your attempt, however, has failed.

And my roboslugs will continue to triumph

over your weak, disgusting slugs and tired old tactics.

Then I guess I'll have to show you some new tactics.

(Beeping)

(Whirring)

What..? No match found.

What-What is he--?

(Blasting)

Ahh!

(Music and blasting)

AAUAAHHH!

Smart slugslinging will beat mad science every time, Quentin.

It's over.

Over? Ha!

You won't believe what I'll bring when I come back.

(Electrical buzz)

Um, you're still here.

Huh? Ha!

That's right!

You slink away, scoundrel, while your betters-

-oh! uh, while your betters look for lunch!

(Music)

We'd better get ready for this guy.

I sure don't think he's gone for good.

He's probably back at his secret lab.

Get real, Kord. You've been watching too many fiction-vids.

Not all scientists have secret labs.

(Music)

The great Eli Shane and his wonderful slugs.

Thinks he has all the answers.

(Beeping)

Well wait til he sees what mad science can do.

I'll show him big like he's never seen!

Oh there must be some food around here.

Hang on, wait- HA HA!

I bet he's got some kind of super doomsday weapon

he's gonna spring on us.

Ha! Let him bring his super weapon of doom!

Once Pronto fills his mighty stomachs

he will be the match of any foe!

Now, a more pressing problem.

Did anyone bring a can opener?

(Heavy steps)

(Music)

And my day just got worse.

Oh, you have no idea how bad it's gonna to get.

Round two, slug-lovers!

Mechas, now!

(Engine revving)

Take that thing down fast!

(Blasting)

(Music)

Eli! Plan B? Stay alive!

(Music and blasting)

(Blasting)

(Music)

(Blasting)

Frostcrawler slug. Fireball defense.

(Blasting)

Flopper slug! (LAUGHS) No defense needed!

Uh... I had to try.

He's gotta have a weak spot.

(Beeping)

(Blasting and explosion)

Cheap shot, Trixie.

But I don't have any weak spots,

while you and your pathetic meatbag slugs

are just one enormous weak spot!

(Continuous blasts)

(Explosion)

So, what now?

Hate to say it, but... retreat.

(Blasting)

(LAUGHS) That's it! Run, slug-lovers!

Run from my superior technology!

You see? Not even Eli Shane can protect you from me!

Well, that was humiliating.

Nothing to be ashamed about.

Quentin's got awesome tech. But that doesn't make him better.

My hoprock couldn't even get near the guy.

(Angry clattering)

Hey-ey-ey- Why are you beating that innocent rock there, Pronto?

Perhaps I should pit this stubborn can

against something harder,

like your thick Troll skull!

Glad you made it away safely...

but you aren't safe here with all that banging.

(Banging)

(ALL) Quiet, Pronto!

I've got a place nearby where we can regroup.

Ooh, a secret lab perhaps?

Oh, please.

Okay, I was wrong.

(CHUCKLES) All us scientists have secret labs.

(Music)

So what's the deal with Quentin? He really hates slugs...

He doesn't just hate them;

he's terrified of them.

Really? That's good to know.

Ever since the accident when we were kids...

It was during a field trip to the slug biology department.

Quentin always considered a locked door as a challenge.

(Screams)

He was in there for two days before they found him.

He was never the same since,

and all his science has been about finding a way to live without slugs.

Yeah... slugophobia.

There's gotta be an angle there.

(Gnawing)

Ah! Exasperating recalcitrant can!

You frustrate me with your tenacious tin perimeter.

Huh? Okay...

Pronto, you're a genius!

(BOTH) He is?

I am?

Why yes! Of course I am!

Think I figured out a way to beat Quentin.

But we're going to need some high tech help.

I believe we have that covered.

And even more importantly, we need you to buy us some time.

I've got a few ideas in that regard.

This is boring.

What's the point of being superior if I can't lord it over everyone?

Eli Shane!

I'm ready for round three!

Are you?

He's busy right now.

But I've got something for you.

(Beeping)

(Music)

UGH, Again with the anti-grav.

When are you going to learn, that's nothing compared to me.

(Music)

I don't even have to waste a roboslug on your pebble.

(Music)

(Crashing)

As smart as you think you are,

you still end up throwing rocks like a savage.

Pitiful.

Run, little savage, run.

You can't escape the superior man.

(Blasting)

(Clattering and sautering)

...and that's all you have to remember!

Don't worry, Noodle, you're gonna do great.

(CHIRPING)

UHH I have my doubts that

such a spineless slug can be our key to victory.

Every slug is useful, Pronto, even Floppers.

Tobias is down. I'm going in.

Remember, just stall him.

Don't try and be a hero, and don't get yourself hurt.

Excellent advice.

Uh...

Back to the drawing board.

Huh...

What's wrong Tobias?

Nothing clever to say?

I've got something to say.

(Whirring)

Ooh, this will be fun!

(Evil laughter)

(Extremely loud scream)

(Distant screaming)

That must be Kate.

Don't ever get into a shouting match with her...

Kord, you about done?

Good to go.

Saddle up, guys!

Time to take this big brain bully to school,

Shane Gang style!

Let me go Quentin!

Your harpy's voice was even less pleasant

at four hundred decibels.

Put her down, Quentin.

(Music)

Our Mega-Mecha-Mech is gonna kick your Mecha-Mech's iron butt!

(Music)

Drop her easy and raise your hands, Quentin.

We're shutting you down.

HAHAH! In that thing?

Uh!

I've been perfecting this suit for years!

How long did you spend cobbling that wreck together? Five minutes?

FORTY-five minutes, smart guy!

It will take me less time than that to disassemble it.

(Blasting)

(Electric shocks and screaming)

(Music)

Critical systems intact.

Barely.

(Music)

Huh?

(Music and whirring)

Try to get close and hammer him with a triple combo.

(Whirring and blasting)

(Trasnforming)

Ice attack. Infernus defense download. Been there. Done that.

(Blasting)

(Music)

Retargeting...

(Blasting)

(Music)

No!

(Screaming)

Oh yeah! High five Trixie!

You know the thing about slugs is you have to find them...

train them... take care of them...

Why do all that when you can simply manufacture an endless supply...

which is exactly what I have!

(Blasting)

Big burst coming in! Dodge right!

No, go left!

My right or your right?

(Blasting)

Oh, man!

Don't worry, Trixie. Kord! You've got another arm. Use it.

(Blasting)

(Electrical shock)

(Music)

Oh, MAN! Can I worry now?

Just so you know, this plan has an 87%

probability of ending in disaster.

Eli's doing his part.

We have to focus on ours.

(Crashing)

(Music)

The only question remaining is how much longer I extend your suffering.

(Blasting)

(Screaming)

Come on, come on!

(Loud crash)

Woa! Hang on, Aa!

Maybe a little longer...

Gyros are burning out.

This big baby's not gonna keep walking for long!

Well, technically, this is called a “Death Hop”.

(Whirring)

I'm losing control here! So am I!

I am in complete control!

(Whirring)

(Farting and whirring)

Well, that's just embarrassing.

I think I'll put you out of your misery.

Try it!

Points for tenacity.

(Music and screaming)

Or is it just delusion?

Either way, I want to look you in the eye

when I break you in two.

You thought we were building a robot to beat yours?

In forty-five minutes?

(Crashing)

How dumb do you think we are?

We were just building a can opener.

And you were cocky enough to let me get close enough to do this.

All yours, Noodle.

Flopper slug! On ME!

(Screaming)

Showtime.

(Music)

(SQUEAKING)

AAAAHHHH!

Over here, smart guy.

Where it all began.

Where it ends, for you, anyway. Gonna draw?

Blaster's empty. I used all my slugs to get this far.

C'mere. I wanna look you in the eye when I beat you.

“When you beat me.”

With your non-existent blaster and your imaginary slugs.

Just because my blaster's empty doesn't mean I'm out of slugs.

Huh?

Pew...

(Chirping)

(Squeaking)

(Cheering)

Nice work, guys. You didn't even have to transform.

(Chirping)

That was sweet, Eli!

Glad this thing held together as long as it-

Whoa!

(Music)

(Crashing)

Quentin!

Huh?

You... you saved me.

(Chirps)

(GIGGLES) Cut it out! That tickles.

It tickles... and I don't mind!

I... I don't know what to say.

Thank you. That's a good start.

The magistrate's on his way.

I imagine you'll have volumes to say to him.

I know it's here... Ah!

There must be an easier way to open a can of beans.

(Music)

(Slurping)

(Music)

He's all yours.

Hey! You're not my lawyer.

Figured that out pretty quick.

I heard you were smart.

And you know Quentin...

I can use a few smart men.