Well-organized, highly-trained, and combat-equipped, these new Hive agents are the perfect fighting force.

And, for the right price, this ideal team can be yours.

Well, Mr. Slade?

Impressive, truly.

However, robots and obstacle courses only prove so much.

My plans demand operatives who can function in the real world.

If your students are going to serve me, they'll have to pass one final exam.

Destroy the Teen Titans, and then we'll talk.

Aw, man!

I don't believe this!

How could you lose the remote?

What makes you so sure I lost it?

Uh, cause you're you?

Hey, just because I lost that video game.

And the toothpaste, and my football, and a waffle iron.

Things disappear.

How am I supposed to know where they go?

Well, how am I supposed to watch TV without a remote?

Simple.

You just get up and change the channel.

Don't even joke like that.

I wasn't joking.

Good, cause it wasn't funny.

Now either help us look for the remote, or go back to your nasty old book.

This is a pointless argument over a useless device.

You are wasting your energy and disrupting my concentration.

I'm telling you, I didn't listen.

And that is the secret to traveling faster than light.

So if you want to blame someone, look in the mirror, buddy.

Whoa, take it easy, Titans.

Combat practice is this afternoon.

We must mend your dispute by the sharing of unhealthy junk foods.

I shall fetch them.

I don't need food.

What I need...

Back me up here, Rodney.

Okay, stop him.

Come on, settle down.

Maybe we should just go out for pizza.

What are anchovies?

Can we please just order something?

As long as it's vegetarian.

Come on, man.

How can you deny me the all-meat experience?

Dude, I've been most of those animals.

I suggest a large pizza with pickles, bananas, and mint frosting.

Uh, Starfire?

Not everything on the menu is a pizza topping.

Oh.

Double pepperoni.

I'm not eating meat.

There's no meat in pepperoni.

Gizmodo kinks.

Begin phase one.

Titans, go!

Titans, go!

Um, don't buses normally have drivers?

And don't baby carriages normally have babies?

Are you pitsniffers normally this stupid?

That was too easy.

What a bunch of clutch heads.

You guys want to get pizza?

This isn't over.

We're just getting started.

Who are these guys?

And what's a clutch head?

We are the High.

Your worst nightmare.

And this is Attack Pattern Alpha.

Attack Pattern Alpha What do you call an idiot with a rocket on his back?

Cyborg!

You fight like a boy.

And you're gonna croak like a frog.

Mammoth's gonna make you extinct.

Beast Boy, hang on!

Is it me, or are we getting our butts kicked?

It's just you.

Give it up, my friend.

You cannot win.

I'd say I just did.

You can knock me down all you like.

Destroy me if you wish.

It doesn't change a thing.

When this is over, everyone out there will still think you're a criminal.

And the people of Tokyo will still call me a hero.

I know what it means to be a hero, Commander.

And trust me, you are no hero.

No!

The power is mine!

That's a lot of ink.

It's gonna be one heck of a stain when this is over.

He may have Brushogun's magic, but I don't know how long he can control it.

What must we do?

Erase him.

Now! How do I stop him?

How do I break the spell?

Without me, he is nothing.

You must remove me from this machine.

Ha ha ha!

You saved me.

Brushogun's spell!

It's breaking!

Starfire!

Starfire.

Are you okay?

I am now.

Uh...

I think I was wrong before.

You do?

Maybe a hero isn't all that I am.

Maybe I could be...

Maybe we could be...

Robin?

Starfire?

Stop talking.

Well, it's about time.

So I was wondering, I guess you're not a wanted man anymore.

I wouldn't say that.

One at a time, ladies.

There's enough of me to go around.

Oh yeah!

All you can eat!

All right!

Did you also make the new friends while exploring Tokyo?

No, but I somehow wound up as a mascot for Gon. For uncovering the truth, for pursuing justice and protecting our city from a treacherous evil, I present these medals to Tokyo's newest heroes, the Teen Titans!

So...

I guess we have to go back home now, huh?

You know, Beast Boy, sometimes even heroes need a vacation.

Okay, next time, we're going to Mexico.

Next time, we're going to Mexico.