(The Monarch, Dr. Girlfriend, The Moppets and 21&24 ride in the Monarch Mobile to storm the Venture Compound.)
Dr. Girlfriend
I wanted to take the cocoon.
That just what Venture expects us to do. But he won't expect this! You and your two best men, me and my...men. We keep it slim. Elite forces!
Dr. Girlfriend
Great idea. One of your "elite forces" is playing Tetris on his cell phone, while the other is peeing into a grande chai latte.
2#21
God, I wish! It's like there's a vice on my wing-ding! You guys gotta stop talking so I can get in the zone.
Alright, let's review [the game plan.] Moppets?
Locate the Venture Brothers.
Subdue their bellies. Dr. My Wife?
Dr. Girlfriend
Locate and seduce...
Dr. Girlfriend
Sorry. Subdue Brock Samson.
2#24
Locate and subdue the Venture robot.
Subdue? You can kill the robot. It's a robot! Henchman 21?
(#21 is doing a "pee-pee dance" with a pained look on his face.)
2#21
What!? Dude, I gotta pee so bad, it's backing up into my kidneys!
Wrong! You keep an eye out for Sgt. Hatred while I locate and subdue Dr. Venture.
(#21 continues his "pee-pee dance".)
(sighs) Forget it. You go to the bathroom.
2#21
We are getting hammered out there! Sgt. Hatred does not share Brock's aversion to firearms, and now even their robot's packing heat! We need body armor.
Dr. Girlfriend
Well, what's that you're wearing?
2#21
I had to buy this myself online! I'm out-of-pocket an AT-AT Walker, two Greedos, and a Landspeeder. And not everyone here has Star Wars duplicates to sell on eBay. Half these guys weren't even born when Empire came out, and the rest are barely making minimum wage!
HHenchman
You guys get paid?
2#21
And another thing—retractable wings. I mean, this is ridiculous! These things are just big, clumsy, orange kill-me signs in the battlefield, and it's not like it's any better when we get back here. Every doorway in this cocoon is tapered at the arch.
Dr. Girlfriend
Well, we're not changing any doors, but we'll take the wing thing under consideration.
2#21
I have a better solution, and I've brought some visual aids. Big-screen! [A big monitor is lowered, giving the following presentation] Gentlemen, and lady, I give you the henchman of the future. The Mighty Monarch Mark-V Henchsuit. Made of flexible poly-alloy, they are lightweight, fireproof, and bulletproof. In keeping with our insect theme, the turbo-hydraulic exoskeleton increases the wearer's strength and agility tenfold. But it's not all about defense. The Mark-V also boasts an impressive array of offensive weapons, including grappling spears, gas-propelled rockets and 25-millimeter heat-seeking, fire-and-forget missiles all controlled via heads-up display built right into the state-of-the-art helmet.
Dr. Girlfriend
Which reminds me—people, I'm told you're using too much bandwidth, so if you're not using the Internet for official...
2#21
Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey! Wait a minute! What about my Mighty Monarch Mark-V Henchsuit?!
Dr. Girlfriend
Oh, come on, 21. If half that stuff even exists yet, it would cost a fortune.
2#21
Well then why don't you send us out to rob a bank or ransom the moon or something! Aren't you guys supposed to be supervillains?
Dr. Girlfriend
We have a more...specialized practice. Look, we just can't afford it right now, okay?
[coming in on his "Butter-Glider"] Check out what I just bought!