Episode 01 - part 02

Bye!

Have fun!

I'll just be walking, on the ground,

with my feet.

Morning.

Uh, just, uh...

just trying to break in these new shoes.

Ugh!

Mauler Twins attack the White House?

Nuts, right?

I saw.

I can't believe the Guardians of the Globe let them get that close to killing the President.

They didn't even get into the building, and Omni-Man was there, too.

You're such an Omni-Maniac. Way to root for the underdog.

Big fan of the Yankees, are you?

Sure, he's hot and all, and that mustache...

Sorry!

Okay, straight stuff.

You up for some Clash Crash tonight?

I'm hoping for a Level 43 chest armor. Don't bring up that stupid job, man. Don't be that person. When's the last time you bought a comic book? Those things are expensive,

and they're doing Seance Dog twice a month all summer. You're into the stupidest stuff. Knock it off, Todd!

Come on...

Quit playing games.

I know you're crazy about me. Marcy told me.

Well, you are big and strong, aren't you? You know it.

And you think that makes it okay

for you to harass me?

Hey, don't walk away from me. What, are you a lesbian or something?

Oh, my god, I wish!

Would you leave me alone then?

Let go of me,

so I can go find a girl to kiss!

Don't. Guy's twice your size. Maybe you can just sit back and watch this?

I can't. I can because I'm not Omni-Man, and neither are you.

Let's see. I think Amber's been pretty clear about how she feels, Todd.

Are you serious, Grayson?

Look...

Leave him alone!

What are you lookin' at? Thank you.

Yup.

Close one.

Huh.

It's about time. And a big welcome home to my favorite son.

I made some chicken,

but I also heated up some authentic German bratwurst

flown in special today,

just for you.

I... had a pretty interesting day.

Sorry I'm late. Honest to god, a dragon was attacking Hong Kong.

I stopped it.

Ooh, a dragon. Nice.

Mark was getting ready to tell us

how interesting his day was.

Guess who's finally getting his powers? Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Threw a trash bag into space at work.

Oh, that's great, Son, just great!

If you're up for it, I'll make some time tomorrow for training. This is so exciting!

Bright and early tomorrow, Mark.

Make sure you get a good night's sleep. Ha! For sure!

Okay, Son, bear with me...

This is gonna be a little awkward for both of us.

You may have noticed

that I'm not like normal dads. Your mother and I think it's time you knew the truth. We think you're old enough for me to tell you where I really come from.

Millions of miles from here,

out in deep space,

is the planet Viltrum...

It's a cool blue oasis alone in a solar system much like our own.

I was born on this planet.

Viltrumites are very similar to humans,

except we can fly,

move at super speed,

and possess great strength.

When our people come of age,

we leave Viltrum,

and venture out into the galaxy,

using our abilities to help lesser-developed worlds.

I volunteered to relocate to Earth,

and be its sole protector.

That's when I met your mother... and we eventually had you.

I know this is a lot to take in at one time,

but you're half Viltrumite, Son, and you're getting older. Things are gonna start to change for you

in a few years

as you hit puberty.

You're gonna get acne. Your voice will start to crack as it begins to change.

You'll begin to grow hair in strange places, and you're gonna start to develop superpowers of your own.

Just like me,

super strength and speed,

flight, the whole bit.

Do you understand?

I'm gonna be able to fly? Yes, Son,

you're gonna be able to fly... I'm gonna be able to fly. Whew.

Don't look down... Stop looking down!

I'm not going down. I'm gonna fly up, because I can fly.

What if I can't yet? No, no, no, okay.

Dad always said it was like a reflex,

so if I don't want to fall, I won't, and even if I do, maybe it won't even hurt, or maybe...

Ah, screw it!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoa... oh, crap.

Whoa! Oh, god...

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Ugh!

No, no, no, no, no...

Put some pants on,

and let's get in the sky, my boy. I'll... put some coffee on. It's kinda like how you walk, and you don't think about balancing anymore, but when you were a baby, you did.

You're a baby flier right now. You have to focus on staying upright,

focus on going the direction you want to go.

Understand?

Yeah.

I think I got it.

It doesn't look like you do. Follow me.

No, no...

You can wear yourself out flying.

Moving fast is like tensing a muscle.

You're much better off if you relax that muscle from time to time,

use the momentum you're building to carry you forward. Okay, you don't want to fall, so you're gonna have trouble relaxing. It's kind of like peeing your pants on purpose. What?

Peeing your pants on purpose.

You know, you spend your whole life

trying not to pee your pants,

so letting go, peeing your pants on purpose,

it's next to impossible. How how do you know this?

Who would try that?

You are far better at flying than you should be.

Late-night practice?

Is that why you're so tired? Don't try to change the subject. Land over there.