Yearbook Madness/Transcript


 * [Sliding into view on his knees.] Ooh!
 * [Hops out of Cyborg's body.] Yeah, baby!
 * [Removing his earphone.] What?
 * We
 * Just
 * Had
 * The
 * Best
 * Idea
 * Ever
 * And
 * It's
 * Not
 * Just
 * Taking
 * Turns
 * Saying
 * Each
 * Word
 * In
 * A
 * Sentence.
 * What could be a better idea than the alternating of words?
 * Please don't encourage them, Star.
 * We
 * Had
 * The
 * Great
 * Idea
 * To
 * [Angrily.] Just say it!
 * [Sadly.] We want to make yearbooks for the Titans.
 * Of what year is this book?
 * The year is this year, Star! Hmm. [Thinks about the year, but gives up.] This year!
 * We're gonna finally commemorate all the highlights of the last year in the form of pictures in the form of a book.
 * Absolutely not. Yearbooks are only popularity contests that leave people with hurt feelings. Tell them this is a bad idea, Robin.
 * [Tapping his chin.] Popularity ... contest. Popularity contest.
 * May I sign the yearbook?
 * Sure. I still have some space in the corner of this page.
 * I want to sign it too, your majesty.
 * Keep in touch with me, bro!
 * I want you to have a good summer.
 * [The Titans begin crowding.] Whoa, whoa. One at a time. [Fantasy ends.] A yearbook is a great idea. My notable achievements will finally be recognized in print like best hair and class clown.
 * Class clown! You're not funny.
 * Only the yearbook can say for sure. Finally, I can prove I'm socially superior to all of you!
 * Indeed. What is the first step in the making of the yearbook?
 * [Lowers sunglasses.] Picture day, girl! Uh!
 * Uh!
 * So good, Silkie. You are working it, buddy. The camera is in love with you. Next! [Starfire takes Silkie’s place. Cyborg stares at Starfire, spits into his hands, and dresses her up. He takes a picture.] Next! [Beast Boy fixes his eyebrows.] Smile tiger. [Beast Boy transforms into a tiger.] Next!
 * [As she sits down.] Let's get this over with.
 * How 'bout we get a shot with your hood off so we get a picture of your smiling face?
 * No.
 * I know there's a pretty girl under there.
 * Just take it.
 * Oh, come on, don't be shy. [Carries head closer to Raven and she leans back.] You so pretty. Show the world how beautiful you [Raven turns demonic and screeches, causing Cyborg to scream and he accidentally takes a picture.] Next. [Places his head on the stool.] Handsome devil. [Takes pictures of his body, then a camera pops out of his body and takes a picture of his head.] Next!
 * [Crushes the stool. He is wearing a yellow vest over a long-sleeved white shirt with green gloves, a red bowtie, and his hair is gelled back.] Huh! I have to nail this photo. Ha! Hoo! [Begins running around.]
 * Dude, how about a smile?
 * No, sorry, cool dudes don't smile.
 * Oh, come on, Rob. Give us a little smile for the birdie. [Squeeks a yellow rubber bird.]
 * [Laughs.] Wha-what? You think a dog toy is going to make me smile?
 * [As the birdie.] We're two birds of a feather, aren't we Robin? I want to be your friend. Tweet, tweet, tweet.
 * [Laughs.] He's my friend.
 * [Off-screen, snaps a picture.] Got it!
 * No!
 * Well, picture day was a disaster.
 * I told you yearbooks were a bad idea.
 * It's okay. It was only one picture out of possible thousands.
 * There can be more of the pictures in the yearbook?
 * Of course. Like pictures of all my clubs. Yeah! [Winks.]
 * You're not in any clubs.
 * I'm in a lot of clubs! I'm just the only member.
 * There has to be two people in a club. Otherwise, it's just a sad, lonely little man hanging out with himself.
 * Yeah, like, we're in the Pancake Appreciation Society.
 * and : [Singing.] Silver dollar. Short stack. Syrup on my flapjacks. Pancakes! Pancakes! We appreciate pancakes! Pancake Club!
 * That’s not a real club.
 * It’s real, 'cause I like pancakes for real, mama!
 * All it takes is two members.
 * [Laughs.] Then let it us all form the clubs.
 * Sorry none of your clubs worked out, dude.
 * That's funny that you mention that. I just formed a new club! Anyone else wanna join the People Who Talk to Themselves Club? [As his left hand in a high pitched voice.] I do Robin. [Normal voice.] That's two members! [As his right hand.] Uh, me too. [Normal voice.] Whoa! This club is growing so fast! [As his left hand, in a deep voice.] It's nice to meet so many fellow voices.
 * I was worried about this. His need to be featured prominently in the yearbook is driving him cuckoo bird.
 * Don't worry about me, Raven! I'll be featured! I'm a lock for the yearbook awards. Best Hair, Tightest Pants. [As his left hand, in a deep voice.] Don’t forget the Most Voices in His Head Award. [Normal voice.] Thank you, voice. And, of course, Most Likely to Succeed.
 * What exactly makes you more likely to succeed than us?
 * [Laughs crazily.] Just watch me. [Robin, wearing a yellow shirt, is sitting in the laboratory behind a desk in the dark.] Come on, come on, come on, think, Robin, think! How can I be a success? I just have to start a business providing something everyone needs. [Leans back and puts his boots on the desk.] But, what?
 * Ha ha! I made a multimillion dollar boot industry. Time to give me that Most Likely to Succeed Award.
 * Sorry, Robin, we can't.
 * But my boot factory is a huge success.
 * They are super comfortable.
 * Ha, see?
 * Bro, how can you be the most likely to succeed when you've already succeeded?
 * It does defeat the whole point of the award.
 * [Sighs. He takes out a communicator and presses a button, causing the factory to explode.]
 * Hey
 * Everyone!
 * Yearbooks
 * Are
 * In!
 * Check
 * Them
 * Out!
 * [Knocks Beast Boy and Cyborg to the side and grabs a yearbook.] Just give me the book! Oh, you beautiful, leathery, little book. You're finally going to validate me as the most popular Teen Titan!
 * Oh, yeah! Check it out. I got most likely to have worms!
 * [Flipping through the pages.] Who is this dashing gentleman on pages 7, 18, 24, 109, 157, 187, 191, 211, 215 to 236, and 254? Oh, it's me.
 * [Flipping through the pages.] I am on nearly every page!
 * [Using her soul-self to hold the book.] Oh, look, there I am. Cool.
 * Quiet! [Shushes the Titans.] I need silence while I check out all my pictures. [Flipping through the pages.] Not me, not me, not me, not me, ha! Oh, it’s a cactus. Not me, not me, hey, hey, there I am! Oh. [Sees picture from picture day.] That’s not a very good picture. Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me!
 * What's happening to him?
 * Yearbook madness.
 * [Frantically.] Not me, not me, not me, not me! ONE PAGE! I'M ON ONE PAGE! [Camera shows Titans Tower where crows fly away. Returns to living room.] That's okay. It's not like the true test of popularity is how many times you show up in the yearbook. It's how many signatures you get in your yearbook! [Crazily.] Sign my yearbook! SIGN IT! [The Titans back away slowly.] Oh, I see. You're all afraid I'm going to be most popular. Well, I don't need your signatures, because I'm going to get the most signatures of anyone in any yearbook of all time! [Screams and runs to the window, but smacks into it. He keeps on hitting it until he shoots a birdarang that causes the window to explode. He screams and jumps into the ocean.]
 * Raven, will you sign my book of the year?
 * Sure.
 * [To Aqualad.] Sign my yearbook. [Aqualad signs. He moves it to Más y Menos.] Sign my yearbook? [They sign. He goes to Speedy, who is ready to sign, but closes it and moves to Bumblebee.] Sign my yearbook. [Bumblebee signs. Batman is sleeping on a chair in the Batcave. He army crawls toward Batman’s hand, which is holding a pen and signs it with his hand before crawling away. At H.I.V.E. Tower, he is smacking Gizmo with his staff.] Sign my yearbook! Sign it! [Billy Numerous comes out and duplicates himself. He carries the book to each duplicate.] Sign it! Sign it! Sign it! [He beats up Mammoth and stops.] Sign my yearbook? [Mammoth falls while holding a pen. He returns to Titans Tower.] Ha, ha, I have more signatures in my yearbook than anyone else. I am the best. [He sees Starfire's yearbook.] Uh, are those signatures? [Starfire's yearbook is filled with signatures.] Green Lantern? Aquaman? Haunted Tank? 'Aliens rule' Superman. Where did these come from?
 * The heroes heard about our yearbook and wanted to sign the adorable messages.
 * You didn't have to scream or beat them to get them to do it?
 * No, bro, they just like us.
 * Huh, must be nice. Well, I can still get more signatures. [Speaks for his left hand in a high pitched voice.] Great job, Robin. [Signs it. His faces and voices begin morphing as he continues to sign his yearbook.] Thank you, Robin. No, Robin, you're clearly the best. See you next year. Good luck. K.I.T. To Robin, a true B.F.F. To good to be forgotten!
 * It's not a popularity contest, Robin.
 * Yes, it is! And I'm going to win it. I have to be in the yearbook!
 * You do have the one awkward picture, Robin.
 * No, I have to be in the yearbook! Literally! Raven, magic me in there, now!
 * No way. How 'bout you just calm down? Take me some deep breaths.
 * Sorry, I got a little worked up. This is supposed to be fun, right? Can I sign your yearbook, Raven?
 * Sure. Why not?
 * [Signs Raven's yearbook.] Will you read what I wrote you?
 * Course. 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos.' Wow, I'm dumb.
 * [Laughs crazily as he is covered in Raven’s black soul-self and is sucked into Raven's yearbook. Enters a photo of Cyborg and Beast Boy with pancakes.] We’re the best bros ever. Pancakes! Keep in touch. [Enters a photo of Starfire.] Most Likely to Marry. [Kisses the picture. Enters a photo of Raven and Beast playing chess and moves a piece.] Checkmate. Chess Club rules! Woo hoo!
 * Can we save him?
 * Yeah, but do we really want to?
 * [On the page with Raven’s signatures.] I win yearbook! [Cheers echo. A soul-self of Raven’s hand closes the book as Robin continues to cheer.] Woo hoo! Yes! Yes! Ha, ha!
 * Huh, must be nice. Well, I can still get more signatures. [Speaks for his left hand in a high pitched voice.] Great job, Robin. [Signs it. His faces and voices begin morphing as he continues to sign his yearbook.] Thank you, Robin. No, Robin, you're clearly the best. See you next year. Good luck. K.I.T. To Robin, a true B.F.F. To good to be forgotten!
 * It's not a popularity contest, Robin.
 * Yes, it is! And I'm going to win it. I have to be in the yearbook!
 * You do have the one awkward picture, Robin.
 * No, I have to be in the yearbook! Literally! Raven, magic me in there, now!
 * No way. How 'bout you just calm down? Take me some deep breaths.
 * Sorry, I got a little worked up. This is supposed to be fun, right? Can I sign your yearbook, Raven?
 * Sure. Why not?
 * [Signs Raven's yearbook.] Will you read what I wrote you?
 * Course. 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos.' Wow, I'm dumb.
 * [Laughs crazily as he is covered in Raven’s black soul-self and is sucked into Raven's yearbook. Enters a photo of Cyborg and Beast Boy with pancakes.] We’re the best bros ever. Pancakes! Keep in touch. [Enters a photo of Starfire.] Most Likely to Marry. [Kisses the picture. Enters a photo of Raven and Beast playing chess and moves a piece.] Checkmate. Chess Club rules! Woo hoo!
 * Can we save him?
 * Yeah, but do we really want to?
 * [On the page with Raven’s signatures.] I win yearbook! [Cheers echo. A soul-self of Raven’s hand closes the book as Robin continues to cheer.] Woo hoo! Yes! Yes! Ha, ha!
 * [On the page with Raven’s signatures.] I win yearbook! [Cheers echo. A soul-self of Raven’s hand closes the book as Robin continues to cheer.] Woo hoo! Yes! Yes! Ha, ha!

Episode ends.