[cheering]

Our next guest on The Patrick Show are

the wonderfully talented Captain...

Qua... Qua... say...

Captain Quasar and PatTron.

[cheering]

[beeping, cheering]

Welcome to the show, fellas. Cool space ship.

Where you guys from?

Um, outer space.

Out her face?

No, just outer space.

Well, better out than in.

[laughing]

Hush, PatTron, I told you to turn off your laugh track.

It always strips his gears.

Don't worry, folks. I can fix it.

[laughing]

[laughing]

I can't fix it! Let me out!

Evacuating robo melons.

[thudding]

Oh, I got something stuck to my melon.

That's my shrink ray. I thought I lost that.

It's making my head all spicy! [screaming]

- Huh? - Give me back my shrink ray!

[screaming]

Hola, my little [unintelligible]

[screaming]

Who wants to order a pizza?

Ooh. I'll take a large with pineapple and potpourri.

[screaming]

Here ya go.

[screaming]

[gasping]

Uh, fear not, studio audience. I will unshrink them

with a growth ray I have in my ship.

Ooh. Oh.

Wow. Our house is gigantic now.

Oh, here's my gum.

And so cinematic.

It's city gigantic.

Is this gonna work?

Don't be redonkulous, Bunny, of course not.

Being small is going to be fungantic.

Last one to the big stinky sock is a rotten fish egg!

Good one, Dad!

[laughing]

Shall we?

♪ Small small small small Small small small ♪

[unintelligible]

[laughing] Yeehaw! Whoo hoo hoo hoo!

[unintelligible]

Toony.

[laughing] Whoa!

Anything.

[unintelligible]

Small.

[sighing] Lovely.

[barking]

[screaming]

Not now, Tinkle!

[laughing]

I wish GrandPat was here to enjoy this.

[laughing]

Hello.

[laughing]

[laughing]

[laughing]

Can an old man play violent video games in peace anymore?!

[growling] Water?

[grumbling]

[laughing]

- Whee. - We got shrunk.

Hey, GrandPat!

Can you get us some tiny towels?

Vermin?

I'll get you with my bug spray breath.

GrandPat, no!

Hey, where'd they go?

[screaming]

You'll be safe in here, Stars.

Phew, that was a close shave. Thank you for saving us.

Yeah, we apologize for GrandPat.

He thinks we're vermin.

Yeah, like you.

No worries.

We were just sitting down to eat our roasted peppermint.

It's not much but we're willing to share it with you.

[unintelligible]

Patrick, manners.

Minty. Huh? [doorbell ringing]

I'll get it. Oh, I do hope it's more guests.

Boop.

Ooh. Ah!

I see you. [laughing]

To survive in the wild,

we find it best to stay out of family squabbles.

Star fishes, scatter! [screaming]

[growling]

Oh. Take that!

GrandPat scared our new friends away.

This time he's gone too far.

Then I guess his beloved family is going to have

to teach him a lesson.

That's us, right?

[laughing]

What?