Robots

– There you go.

– Thanks.

I’m gonna be a dad!

I just talked to my wife.

My baby’s gonna be delivered any minute.

– Hey, get out of the way.

– Hey, I’m gonna be a dad.

Congratulate me.

Good for you, Herb.

Don’t even think about it.

Hey!

Sorry. How are you?

Nice to see you. I’m gonna be a dad!

Congrats!

Hey, Mr. Nuts,

did you hear the news?

– Yeah.

– Beautiful day, isn’t it?

I’m here. I’m here.

– I’m here.

– Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.

You missed the delivery.

But it’s okay.

Making the baby’s the fun part.

Honey, I think

you’ve got the wrong…

No, I don’t need to see the directions.

Push, push.

Push!

Twelve hours of labor.

Oh, but it was worth it.

Look at him. Look at him.

Rodney Copperbottom.

He’s got your mom’s eyes

and my dad’s nose.

I knew we were smart

to save those parts.

This Copperbottom will do great things

for the world, I can feel it.

– Honey?

– What?

What’s that extra piece?

Oh, no, they always put in an extra…

We did want a boy, right?

This won’t hurt a bit, son.

Got your nose. Got your nose.

Got your…

– Hi, son.

– Are those my big-boy parts?

They sure are.

They’re not shiny.

Well, they’re not brand-new.

They’re preowned. So…

They’re hand-me-downs

from your cousin Jeffrey.

And they’re only for a year.

Hey, Dad, who’s that?

That, Rodney, is Bigweld.

The greatest robot in the world.

I thought you were

the greatest robot in the world.

No, besides me.

He’s the head of Bigweld Industries.

He invents things

that make everyone’s life better.

– Could I meet him?

– Sure, maybe someday.

– Dad?

– Yeah?

– What do you do?

– Me? I work in a big, fancy restaurant.

I’m a dishwasher.

And now, live from Robot City,

it’s The Bigweld Show.

Oh, yeah!

Come on, Dad, you’re missing it.

All right, Rodney.

All right, I’m coming. I’m coming.

I had to bring work home

with me again, I’m sorry.

Mr. Gunk has really been piling it on.

And now, the host of our show,

Bigweld.

Welcome. This week I thought you’d like

to take a look around Bigweld Industries.

This here is the front gate.

Kind of cute, ain’t it?

– Good morning, Tim.

– Good morning, Mr. Bigweld, sir.

Tim, who closed the front gate?

Tim, who closed the front gate?

Well, I just thought since…

We never shut the gate, Tim.

Shutting this gate means

shutting out fresh ideas.

See, every day, robots come here

from hither and yon…

…bringing us new ideas.

And I listen to

every single one of them.

So remember, whether a bot is made

of new parts, old parts or spare parts…

…you can shine

no matter what you’re made of.

He’s talking to me, Dad.

He sure is, son. He sure is.

Okay, folks, let’s get to inventing.

You know, I love to tinker…

…but all the tinkering in the world isn’t

useful unless it starts with a good idea.

So look around for a need and start

coming up with ideas to fill that need.

One idea will lead to another,

and before you know it…

…you’ve done it.

See a need, fill a need.

That’s it, Dad. I have to look for…

…a need.

Easy, now.

– Hey there, sport.

– Oh, hi.

These are your -year-old parts.

They’re…

Hand-me-downs. I know, Dad.

– I don’t mind.

– They are from your cousin…

…Veronica.

You know how popular she is.

Thanks.

Oh, hey. Hey.

Soon as you reach the age where your

warranty expires, you start falling apart.

Pretty soon there’s gonna be

more duct tape than me.

– Can I try it now, Dad?

– Oh, Rodney…

– Have you worked all the kinks out of it?

– This is gonna make your job easy.

I invented it for you.

Okay. Let’s try it.

Great. Okay, this is it.

Wonderbot, go to work.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey!

Copperbottom!

– Mr. Gunk.

– What is that?

– Oh, that. My son made it.

– What’s it doing?

Mr. Gunk, please,

you’re making it nervous.

It’s wrecking my kitchen!

– I’ll stop it.

– No!

Your son, huh?

It wasn’t his fault.

He had nothing to do with it.

Yes, sir, he’s a brilliant boy.

An inventor.

You, clean up this mess.

And, you, get out.

Inventor.

You’re the hand-me-down son of a

dishwasher, and that’s all you’ll ever be.

Somebody scrape this crud off of me.

And serve it to the customers.

Roundtrip or one-way?

One-way.

There you are. I told you I’d find him.

– It’s a mother’s instinct.

– Instinct? He left us a note:

“I’m leaving.

I’ll be at the train station.”

Never mind. Pick up that suitcase.

You’re coming home.

No, Mom. I have to do this.

I’m going to Robot City tonight.

I’m gonna get a job and I’m gonna

help Dad pay back Mr. Gunk.

Talk to him.

– Ro…

– Robot City? You’re just a kid.

I’m never gonna be someone here.

I wanna be an inventor.

I wanna meet Bigweld.

I wanna be somebody.

You are somebody.

Somebody who’s not

getting on that train.

– Yes, I am.

– Talk to him.

– One ticket for Robot City.

– Where are you going?

– Not me. Him.

– But…

Rodney, did you know that when I was

your age, I wanted to be a musician?

I played pretty well too…

…but my dad was worried

I wouldn’t be able to make a living.

So I got refitted to be a dishwasher.

Now, I’m not complaining.

But I’ve always said to myself…

…if I could do it over again,

I would follow my dream.

You’ve got greatness in you, Rodney.

Never doubt it.

You go to Robot City.

You go meet Bigweld,

and you show him your big ideas.

And, Rodney…

…never, never give up.

All aboard.

Mom.

I won’t let you down, Dad.

I’ll make you proud.

I know you will.

Excuse me, I wonder if…

– Gave at the office.

– I wonder if you…

Could you direct me

to Bigweld Indust…?

– What?

– Perfect. That will be bucks.

Fifty bucks? For what?

A beautiful picture

of your first moment in Robot City.

There. Your second moment.

That’s another $ .

Are you keeping track?

Come on, work with me, work with me.

More pout, less pose.

Great. Inside of you is a fashion model

waiting to throw up.

Give me those eyes. Big eyes, big eyes.

Give me big anime eyes.

– Yeah! Loving it, loving it, loving it!

– I don’t want any pictures.

– You don’t?

– No.

That’s all right. There’s no film.

Would you like a map to the stars’ homes?

Where did he go?

– Buddy, wanna buy a watch?

– Don’t buy us, we’re fakes.

Next.

Excuse me, how do I get

to Bigweld Industries?

Oh, great…

Never mind.

Hi, excuse me.

How do I get to Bigweld Industries?

What?

Yeah, thanks.

Cross-town express

to Foundry District…

…with stops at Bigweld Industries

and Battery Park only.

Please tighten all spools, nuts, bolts

and detachable appendages.

Riders with high oil pressure

are advised to take the local.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

No, no.

– Say, are you following me?

– No.

– First time on the cross-town express?

– Well, actually, l…

Oh, boy.

Good luck in the big city. If you can

make it here, you can make it anywhere.

And if you can’t make it here,

welcome to the club.

– Oh, no.

– What? What is it?

We’re going off the track.

We’re gonna crash!

– What?

– I don’t wanna die.

I was just kidding.

Just put your head between your legs.

Yeah!

There goes my stop.

I tell you, the things that fall off me…

It’s embarrassing.

   

         

Sorry.



   

         

You know, it used to be a lot worse.

They had this giant hammer...



   

         

Oh, they brought it back.



   

         

Stick with me. I know this town

like the back of my hand.



   

         

Hey, that's new.



   

         

Excuse me. Can I help you?



   

         

Sorry, l...



   

         

- Hey, you're Tim from the TV show.

- That's me.



   

         

Well, hey, Tim.



   

         

Who closed the gate?

It's never supposed to be...



   

         

Yeah, okay, what do you want?



   

         

I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld.



   

         

I'm an inventor.



   

         

Oh, why didn't you say so?



   

         

Stand back.



   

         

Thanks.



   

         

What?



   

         

I got you. You see, because you were

all excited and then, boom!



   

         

All right, I had my laugh. Go on in.



   

         

Now, that's funny.



   

         

The second time.



   

         

You really think I'm gonna let you in.

But I'm not.



   

         

Sorry, kid, nobody gets in.

Company rules.



   

         

Company ru...? Well, then

how do they hire new inventors?



   

         

They don't. Those days are over.



   

         

My advice: Come back two years ago.

Then the job is yours.



   

         

So remember, whether a bot is made

of new parts, old parts or spare parts...



   

         

...you can shine

no matter what you're made of.



   

         

My goodness,

what a remarkable legacy.



   

         

Concern for the common robot.



   

         

You don't come across old-fashioned

values like that anymore, friends.



   

         

And for good reason.



   

         

There's no money in it!



   

         

Hello? Memo to Bigweld:

We're not a charity.



   

         

That's why old fat face

no longer sits in the big chair.



   

         

He's a relic.



   

         

So I don't wanna hear another,

"Where's Bigweld?"



   

         

We'll see him next month at the

Bigweld Ball. He always goes to that.



   

         

Now, let's get down to the business

of sucking every loose penny...



   

         

...out of

Mr. and Mrs. Average-Knucklehead.

Alright I think that’s enough of that. I hope you appreciate the call-back Mr. Nelson 🙂