Teen Titans Go! S3E11 Script

Grube's Fairytales (2015)





Teen Titans, let's go

Teen Titans, go

All right! Oh!


Hark, me lords, and listen ye well, forsooth, my ladies, I have tales to tell.

What are you doing, bro?

Canst thou not see, me lord?

I am but a humble bard.


Nice pantaloons.

Oh, I thought he was wearing the man diaper.

ROBIN: This is not a man diaper!

[CLEARS THROAT] I am a bard here to excite thee with tales of adventure and morality.

CYBORG: Hey, bard.

Do you go pee-pee in that man diaper? [LAUGHING]

Bards do not pee-pee in their pants!

They tell stories that instill morals and character.

Isn't that what you always do anyway?

And you never listen.

So, I'm engaging in these theatrics to trick you into learning.

[GROANS] What's wrong with our character and morals now?


Can we at least get some snacks if we're gonna have to listen to you tell stories?

Snacks? Funny you mention that.

I just happen to have a story about two children who loved snacks so much, they almost died.

Lend me your ears and listen ye well to the magical tale that I shall now tell.

A story of children with large appetites cast out in the forest on the coldest of nights.

Oh, you're talking about Hansel and Gretel.

We know that one. Yeah, let us tell it!

No! Only the bard can tell the story!

The bard can pee-pee in his man diaper.

We're telling the story. [CLEARS THROAT]

BEAST BOY: Once upon those olden times, Hansel and Gretel ate all the food and got kicked out of the house.


I told you not to eat all the schnitzels!

Maybe you should have shared the strudel.


Well, great. Now we're starving and lost in the forest.

That's not even the worst of it, bro.

I hear there's witches out here. [GASPS]


WITCH 1: Oh, yoo-hoo! [SCREAMS]

Little children, all alone in the forest.

You must be starving.

Why not have a nibble of mine scrumptious candy house to fill those tummies?

Don't you live in there?

Well, yeah. This is mine house.

So you walk around in there getting your hair stuck in everything?

Perhaps, there is a bit of armpit hairs here and there, yeah.

Who cares if there's armpit hair?

Look at those gumdrops!

Ah! All right, we'll eat your house.

These foolish children have no idea I lured them here to be eaten.

I am so hungry, but they will make quite a meal. [LAUGHS]

WITCH 2: Yoo-hoo! Little children!

You cannot start a meal with dessert.

Why not try a hot appetizer instead?

Yo, I could crush those mozzarella sticks!

There is dipping sauce in the fountain.



Hey! They were going to eat my house, you old bag!

I think they should decide.

WITCH 3: Yoo-hoo!

Do not fill up on appetizers, my Liebchen.

The main course is ready.

Try my delicious meat and potato house.

I love meat!

I love potatoes!


You leaches are eating all of the children I lure here.

I'm starving.

Don't blame us if the children refuse to eat your hairy candy canes.


How dare you speak of mine candy canes in such way!



Ah! Mmm, mmm, mmm.

That was so yummy.

Ah! Thanks for the meal, ladies.

Catch you later.

Our delicious houses...


Where will we live now?

I cannot afford another appetizer house.

No, we are on the fixed incomes!


CYBORG: And so Hansel and Gretel left having enjoyed a delicious three-course meal.

And the witches froze to death during the long winter that followed.

Moral of the story.

"Don't make your house out of foods. That's dumb."

That is not a moral!

Well, it should be. Can we leave now?

You cannot leave this tower until I've told you the story of a girl who could not leave her tower.

Lend me your ears!

I will tell you a tale of a tower and within it, a maiden so fair who is blessed with long locks of luxurious...

Oh, Rapunzel.

I'll tell it fast so at least one of us can get out of her tower.

RAVEN: There was a princess named Rapunzel who was trapped in a tower.

All the princes of the land wanted to rescue her.

Hey, yo, Rapunzel!

Let me get up in that tower, girl!

RAVEN: The tower had no stairs, but luckily, Rapunzel was gifted with long, healthy and very curly...



[GROANS] Come on, prince.

Are you going to rescue me or not?

[GROANS] No, I'm good, yo.

It's the nails, isn't it?

Can you just cut 'em?

What would you use to climb up and rescue me?

[SHUDDERS] They're just so gnarly.

You princes are worthless.

Forget this. If I'm gonna escape, I'll just do it myself.

M'lady, I would ask for your hand in marriage.

Also, I have brought you this nail file.

No one's gonna cage this bird again.

RAVEN: And so Rapunzel went on to live an awesome life of adventure and intrigue using her rad fingernails to slice and dice her way to fame and fortune.

So, the moral of the story is "Forget boys."

Get paid!


Get the money, get the cash!

You are ruining these stories.

I quite enjoyed the tale of the fingernail princess.


Yo, can we eat now?

All you do is eat!

Good thing I have another story about eating.


Listen, knaves, and interrupt not my story, or your demise by my hand will be swift and gory.

This is the tale of a girl in a hood who met a large wolf deep in the woods.

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, the story of the diminutive female who wore the red cloak of the riding.

I am quite familiar with this tale of the folk.

Please, let me... [CRASHING]

Once upon a particular time interval the girl of the red ridings and hoods was bringing the treats to her grandmother.



Ooh, I have the hunger.

I suppose grandmother will not mind if I have a small bite of her snacks.



Oh, hello, Mr. Wolf.

It is good to see you, but I cannot dally for I am on my way to the grandmother's house.

Oh, and what a lovely girl you are to help your grandmother so.

No, alas, I am not.

I ate up her snacks and now the basket is empty.

All of the snacks you say?

You must be stuffed.

To be quite honest I am still having the hungries.

Well, if we're being honest, I could have a bite myself.





Oh, I should have saved some wolf for the grandmother.

I suppose I can still give her this warm fur coat.

WOLF BABY: Say, Father... Father, where are you?

We are so lost and so very cold.

If Father is missing, who'll get the medicine for Mother?

She is so very ill.

Oh, dear!

Those poor, poor wolf babies.

What have I done!


Hello and wolf greetings to you, my little fuzzies.

ALL: Father!

Um... Wolf, wolf.

Father, you look so strange.

What long eyelashes you have.

Uh, the better to give you the butterfly kisses with.


What a small nose you have.

The better to smell your scrumptious aroma with.


Uh, what tiny teeth you have, Father.


The better to eat...

Normal food with.

[STOMACH RUMBLING] You're hungry, Father?

Very hungry.

So are we!

Hmm... Oh, I have the idea.

I know the grandmother, that is in no way related to me, that we can eat!


BABY WOLVES: Hurray! We love you, Father.

STARFIRE: And so the red rider of hoods and the tiny wolves ate the tasty grandmother.

And they lived happily ever the after.


And the moral is, "If you consume the wolf, "you must then adopt his identity

"and raise his family as your own."

Oh, yeah, totally! That makes a lot of sense.

That is a great story.


[GROANS] I've failed as a bard.

My stories didn't teach you anything.

That's not true, Robin.

Hansel and Gretel taught us to eat proper meals.

From the Rapunzel we learned the value of independence.

And Little Red Riding Hood taught us to be responsible for our actions.

But the most important thing we learned...

Is that you wear man diapers!