I'm so tired,
and it's so early!
I can't believe Benson
is making us
repackage all this patio
furniture he just bought.
Maybe we shouldn't have stayed
up till 4:00 a.m. Last night.
Touchdown Thursday!
Whoo!
Hut, Hut! Hike!
Go long! Go long!
Brock Stettman
with the long bomb!
Ugh!
Touchdown Thursday.
I wish it was
Snoozin' Saturday.
We can't work under
these conditions.
We need to take a nap!
Benson'd fire us if he saw us
sleeping on the job.
But what if we slept
in the job?
Huh?
Like... right there!
We could nap
in this crate!
But is it safe?
Yeah! I saw it
in one of Pops'
old movies once.
Crabbot and Mostello
Get Trapped in a Crate."
Don't worry, though.
They totally get out
not before
they meet the Wolfman.
So... tired.
Let's just do it.
Just for
half an hour.
Wha?
The perfect crime.
Aah!
It's too bright!
Aw, chunder!
Another returned shipment?
Rigby!
What?
Mordecai? Where are we?
Hey, look,
it's Australia!
Hello. This is Benson.
Will you accept
a collect call from...
Accept.
Oh, my gosh!
We're in trouble, man.
Benson, we're in Australia!
Ha ha. Very funny, guys.
Listen up, missed you
at work yesterday.
if you don't come in
Monday, don't bother
coming in at all.
What did he say?
If we don't come in
on Monday, we're fired.
Ah, man!
Dude, come on.
We got to get
to an airport.
Hey, excuse me.
Is there an... airport
around here somewhere?
So you don't know
where the airport is?
Ah, don't mind Angus.
He's always mad.
So, how can I help you boys?
We're just trying to find
the nearest airport.
Airport. Right.
Nearest one's 300 clicks.
Clicks?
Kilometers.
Ohhh.
We call those "miles."
Oh, yeah. I know Miles.
He drives the bus.
You can probably hop on that
to the airport... in 15 minutes.
Perfect! Just enough time
for a soda.
Joey?
Certainly. Here you go.
One can of fizzy.
Prime minister will be
returning to Australia tomorrow
after his stomach surgery.
I'ma punch
the Prime Minister!
Ah, I'll believe it
when I see it.
I will!
Punch
the Prime Minister?
Oh!
We call that
"going to the bathroom."
Now I got to punch
the Prime Minister.
Aw, yeah!
The bus! Rigby!
Dude, come on!
The bus is here!
I'm not done punching
the Prime Minister!
Ugh! We got to go!
Rigby!
All right. All right.
Hey, wait up!
Dude! There's no door!
Hey! Hey!
Where's the door?
Door's on that side.
Great!
Great.
Now what are we gonna do?
Dude, the airport's
300 kilometers away.
That's only
like 20 miles.
Let's just walk it.
All right,
but I'm not giving you
a piggyback ride.
I'm not gonna ask
for a piggyback ride.
Must keep... going.
Can't lose... our...
Jobs.
An aborigine!
Water!
Ahh. Ohh.
Thanks, man.
Dude,
we need to get
to the airport.
Uh... air... port!
We're not getting
through to him.
Need... go... city!
Take us to road!
Yes!
Perfect! We'll follow
this guy to a road,
hitch a ride to the city,
hop on a plane, and boom!
Back at work, baby!
I hope so.
I just wish we didn't
have to stare
at this guy's
butt the whole way.
Yes!
Dude, we got to get
to the airport!
Please, please take us!
We're gonna lose our jobs!
Not a word.
Can't make heads
nor tails
of what these blokes
are sayin'.
It's their
unintelligible accents
what's got me all
up a gum tree, eh?
What's they sayin', Wally?
Turn that
gizmo off.
These two chaps got lost
in the outback
and need a lift
back to the airport.
I think they may be
chucking a sickie.
Oh, yeah!
We know what that's like.
Dude,
you can speak english?
Majored in it.
PhD, Cambridge.
You probably thought
these were real, too.
Nude pants.
I'm looking for
investors in the states.
E-mail me.
Thanks, dude!
So, you blokes
want a ride
to the airport.
You got any money?
No.
Got anything to trade?
No.
Well, can you at least
sing us a bloomin' song?
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm! Yeah!
Didn't understand a word.
But we appreciate it
from a sonic level.
Get in the back.
Yes!
What do you guys
haul, by the way?
Ow!
Ohh!
Hear something?
Yeah. The radio.
Oh, no! Don't let
the kangaroos out!
Oh, sorry, man!
Yeah, we got to go!
The Prime Minister
has just landed
and will be addressing
his recent surgery momentarily.
Prime Minister.
Got to punch...
the Prime Minister.
We need two tickets for
your next flight to America.
Last flight of the day
departs in an hour,
arrives tomorrow
at 9:00 a.m.
Perfect!
And it looks like we still
have a few seats available.
Great!
Right, then. Two tickets
will bring your total to...
$2,400 U.S. dollars.
Aww, what?
We don't have that cash!
What are we gonna do?
It's the Prime Minister!
Mr. Prime Minister!
How was the surgery?
Absolutely bonzer.
Thanks for asking.
Now let me address
some of my constituents'
concerns head-on.
Don't worry. Your Prime Minister
is still as sharp
as the wily platypus,
our national marsupial,
and he's coming back as strong
as the mighty boomerang,
our national weapon.
In fact, if you could say
I have a weak point,
it'd be this scar
on my stomach.
There I'm as weak
as a naked baby joey.
Punch me there,
and I'd probably die.
Who'd be mad enough
to punch the Prime Minister?
A roving band
of mad kangaroos!
Protect
the Prime Minister!
Whoa!
Punch the Prime Minister!
Hey, that guy sure
came a long way
to... use... the...
Punch the
Prime Minister!
I've got to punch
the Prime Minister, too.
Punch the
Prime Minister!
He's gonna punch
the Prime Minister!
Come on!
Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Hut, hut! Hike!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Stettman with
the long bomb!
Hey!
Prime Minister!
Yu-u-u-h-hu-u-u-u-h!
No! That'll kill me!
It's Angus!
Still sore you lost
the election, mate?
These two yanks just
saved the Prime Minister!
Wh-o-o-o-o-o-o-oa!
Thank you both
for saving my life.
Now tell me,
to whom does all
of Australia owe
this unpayable
debt of gratitude?
I'm Mordecai.
Rigby.
Rigby, huh?
Well, in honor of your
heroism, let it be known
from this day forward,
rubgy shall be
renamed Rigby!
Huzzah!
I was the one who threw
the life-saving football.
Well, we're not calling it
"Mordecai-by."
that means
"going to the bathroom."
Dude, the australian
Prime Minister
totally hooked us up!
See, I told you
it was a good idea
to take a nap
in that crate.
Wh-o-o-o-o-o-oa!
Huh?
This isn't
first class!
Wait.
Did you have the same dream
about Australia?
Yeah. The aborigine?
The Prime Minister?
Me saving the
Prime Minister?
Dude, it was
just a dream,
which means
we totally got away
with taking a nap
in a crate.
Wh-o-o-o-o-oa!