Beast Boys Wildest Animal Transformations!- Teen Titans Go- Animal Special- @cnindia.

Beast Boy! What? You know how you used to ignore your old alarm clock and waste the whole day sleeping in? Well, not anymore, cause there's no snooze button on me, baby! You and I have a lot in common. We're sleek, we're cuddly, and best of all, we're bad luck. Come on, let's have some fun. Are you currently engaging in the criminal misdeeds? Are you planning the heist? Are you walking the J? Answer me! Do not engage. Kitty! Hey, that's not your cat! Oh, is she the yours? She's an alley cat. No one owns her. I see. In that case, we will act in accordance with the law of felines and let the kitty decide who she will play with. Come to Starfire Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Joy! Oh, kitty, kitty, kitty, time, time for the kittiesies, kitty, time, meow, meow, meow. Oh, how I love the kitties! Well, I hate you, and I hate the Titans. Meow. Don't touch that. I wasn't gonna touch nothing, yo! So, Cyborg, how much power does the cannon have? Well, it's got 54 giga- I SAID DO NOT TOUCH THAT! I wasn't! Yeah, you were. You got me, Mama. I was gonna touch it. You know how cats be. Please, Beast Boy, fight your animal urges for once. Alright, alright, alright, I won't touch anything. As I was saying, it's got a 54 giga- GET YOUR HAND AWAY FROM THAT BUTTON! YOU WILL KILL US ALL IF YOU TOUCH THAT BUTTON! Sorry, won't happen again. Hello, hello. Ah, back so soon. Let me guess, you're here to convince me to embrace my inner demon. Actually, I'm here to see a friend. Me? I just wanted to drop off a little gift for being so thoughtful. Kitty! Oh, he is the perfect! I was going to devour his soul, but I thought you'd enjoy him more. Oh, I am so glad he did not devour your soul. Okay. Thanks, Dad. Goodbye. I have feelings here. Mr. Trigon, I was just going to have a silly dance party by myself, but would you like to do the silly dance too? Would I? Well, at least he's not my problem anymore. Your wish is to be a kitty cat? I guess I can work with this. Ah, ha ha ha ha! Looks like the little kitty has a hairball. You see, the life of a puddy cat, it's not so easy after all. Wait a second, you're taking liberties with your wish! This is too weird. Your mind is a web of madness! More! No more! No more! What a wondrous wishing that was! Choose a cat! There's a cat! And a hairball! Oh, kitty! Meow, meow, meow! Oh, meow, meow, kitty! Man, she is really loving on that cat. Yeah. You think she'll ever show me that much affection? Maybe if you had whiskers and fish breath. Become a cat? That's not a bad idea, Raven. And I already have the fish breath. No! I would have taken your word for it! Bro, cats are the worst. If you're going to be an animal, be a dog. Dogs are rad. I have to be a cat, Beast Boy. It's the only way Star will love me. Whoa there, Cuckoo Bird. Are you seriously considering this? Of course! But if you're a cat, she'll be a cat lady. This is not the relationship you want. Besides, how are you going to turn yourself into a cat? Wish on a shooting star? Yes! A star wish! Perfect! I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish I was a cat. Beware what you wish for, Robin. You just may get it. I'm a cat! Meow! Meow! Meow, meow, meow! What? I can't believe you thought that wish was going to turn you into a cat. But the shooting star... Shooting stars don't turn people into cats! That's not fair! Well, your old joke won't stop me. I'm going to be a cat, and Starfire is going to love me, and we're going to be together forever! You're fooling yourself, dude. No fur, no whiskers, no cat. Oh, you meant full cat? Use your words! What is wrong with you, dude? Robin, Starfire is not going to like you better as a cat. Go, Mr. Kitty! Oh, you have the cuteness times the power of ten! Ten? Please, he's seven times cute at most. Ooh, feisty. I shall name you Sassy Pants! Okay, Star, you know that's Robin, right? Of course, but he is a cat now. I cannot resist his charm. Oh, no, I can't! Come, sweet kitty, let us play! Here's half of your paycheck! Team Taxmans, convert tax dollars into public services! Good work, Team Taxmans! We've made a lot of progress, but we still need more tax dollars to fix the rest of the city. But where are we supposed to get that money? We've collected taxes from everyone! Not everyone. Oh, no, there's one group that is yet to pay their taxes. The corporate fat cats! How do we find them, yo? Well, fat cats love staying on top, so all we have to do is look up. Whoa, those are some big fat cats! Now, let's go get them! Mr. Fat Cats? These fat cats are really good at evading taxes. We got a big one! But it's so heavy, we can't shake the monies out! These cats have learned to become tax-exempt! The money! If only there was a way we could outsmart them. We'll use the one thing no fat cat can resist. A loophole! Holes! With all the taxes collected, we were able to restore Jump City to its former publicly funded glory. I think we all learned a valuable lesson today about the importance of paying our taxes. Oh. Oh, yeah. I remember that. Oh, the yes. Didn't learn anything, did you? Hey, don't touch that! I wasn't gonna touch nothing, yo! So, Cyborg, how much power does the cannon have? Well, it's got 54 giga- I said do not touch that! I wasn't! Yeah, you were. You got me, Mama. I was gonna touch it. You know how cats be. Please, Beast Boy, fight your animal urges for once. Alright, alright, alright! I won't touch anything! As I was saying, it's got a 54 giga- GET YOUR HAND AWAY FROM THAT BUTTON! YOU WILL KILL US ALL IF YOU TOUCH THAT BUTTON! Sorry, won't happen again. Titans, go! What to turn into, what to turn into... This is not the time for style, Beast Boy! Hold your horses. A horse? Nah, too obvious now. What about a pterodactyl? A pterodactyl would be great right now. Who's a pterodactyl, asshole? Turn into something! I know! I'm gonna save the day as a- Pretty fresh, right? What happened? I pretty much killed you, yo. But don't worry, I replaced all the blood you lost with my own. Your blood? In us? Gross! Please remove it! Oh, come on! I saved your lives. After you almost killed us! Yeah, sorry about that. You just couldn't resist your animal urges, Beast Boy! I am so mad at- You just transformed into a dog! Beast Boy's blood must have given us the power to turn into animals! I wish to turn into the animal! I am the adorable! I'm thirsty. Refreshing. Brock, this is so cool! Now remember, Titans, we can be animals, we just can't become them. Whatever, I just want to turn into a tiny donkey. I like your style. Hey, we're not adults yet! Let's play something stupid! How about a random animal? Quick, quick, name an animal! Donkey! No, no! Miniature donkey. Oh, oh, do a, uh, a cuttlefish! Pangolin. Give me something h- It's a tiny donkey again! One more donk in your face! Horseshoe crab! Easy! How about one type of monkey with a bright red bottom whose name I cannot remember right now? They're called red-butt monkeys, Star. Can I get even tinier donkeys one more time? This is the first time I've ever heard that sandwich below! This guy looks familiar. You like that, eh? You see something you like? Alright, Americans! Who's ready to shoot off these fireworks? USA! USA! USA! What is that? Looks like tyranny. What happened to being Americans? Just having a laugh, mate. Biscuit? No. You're all out of sorts. Join us for a spot of tea, love. No! I will not! Where are you getting all this tea? She said, join us for a spot of tea. Much tea. Lovely, isn't it? The Queen of England. You've been bringing tea into the tower this whole time. Bob's your uncle? I don't have an uncle. It simply means you're right, young man. Americans. Yes. I planted the tea. Now the Titans are mine. They will distribute this tea to all of America. And once every citizen is under my control, the United States will finally return to the British Empire. Still angry about American independence, I see. Of course not. Then tell me why you're doing this. Because your forefathers threw good tea in the ocean. Nothing upsets the English more than wasting good tea. Frightful business. Unforgivable. Really. You won't get away with this. Too late, young man. Titans, would you kindly dispose of him? Yes, ma'am. All right, what are you going on about? I'm calling upon America's oldest ally. Mr. Barney is at this clock in the room. Let's do this. These truths are self-evident. Pursuit of happiness! Fancy the biscuits, do ya? How about some double-digger destruction? Enough of you Americans. Time to finish this. Not so fast. But we'll be back. Thanks for the help, Lady Liberty. It's like a terrible dream filled with salt and vinegar. And mushy peas. We did not know the dangers of the tea. We will never drink of its terrible leaves again. Sorry, Titans. But there's still one tea party we have to attend. USA! USA! USA! America the beautiful! Yay, America! America! Those love songs. What is missing? Ever miss Valentine's Day? It is she who spreads the magic of love to the entire world. And according to legend, if we don't find her before the sun rises, love will be lost forever. And the world will be a cold, heartless place. We have to find love before it's too late. But where shall we look? We have none of the clues. Yes, we do. Songs offer all kinds of clues about where to look for love. Love train? We're gonna look for love on a train. Oh, no. We're going to look for love on the love train. Is this a train or a 70s disco? Well, love train is considered to be one of the first disco songs. Then maybe we can find love on the dance floor. I do not see the love anywhere. Me either, yo. Ah! Cause it's like the song says, people all over the world gotta join hands to ride the love train. Let's go. Unhand me. We'll never find love tied up like this. Then it's a good thing I am a master of escape. Police. You ain't no master. You just got free cause you got some tiny baby hands. Whatever. I have a plan to get you all free. Nice going, dude. Now everyone's upset with us. We must get out of here before they tear us up on the dance floor. Quick, to the roof. We are surrounded. Let's move. You're gonna have to jump. But the train's moving too fast. I will catch you. Everyone loves my booty eggs. It's a shame I can only lay them once a year. But I have a plan to change all that. What plan? Well, since Easter is based on the lunar calendar, I'm going to turn the moon into an Easter egg. So every day will be Easter and I can lay my magical booty eggs all year round. Gross. Booty eggs all year round? Ugh, them things are nasty, yo. Forget it, Easter bunny. We're putting a stop to your diabolical plan. Stop me? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You're going to help me. Turned into the egg. And I'm going to turn all of you into eggs too. Okay, everyone, relax. Let's think this through. Think what through? Robin's an egg and we're next. It is the egg hunt. It is we who are now being the hunting. Chill, yo. That's just my tum-tum. Good thing I remembered to pack some Easter candy. How can you eat at a time like this? It chills me out, Mama. Uh, guys? The egg is hatching. But hatching the what? I don't know. It's hard to see. Happy Easter. Join us. Then never. Yeah, you ain't turning us into no Easter bunnies. There, that should hold them. I'm so glad we made it. Please, friends, this must stop. Think of what you are putting your thumbs through. Star, they'd just be thumbs. Yeah, why do you care so much about them? Have you forgotten? They are the dolphins of the hand. Fire was right. We've had enough. Hey, yo. We ain't gonna fight each other no more. This is ridiculous. Thumbs can't talk. Oh, yes, we can. We are very smart. We're the dolphins of the hand. And we smash you now. One, two, three, four. We declare a new war. Like this, yo? Warping carpets, bro. Retreat. I think we lost them. It can't be. Take cover. Thumbs, please. This cannon. You bet it can. You can't negotiate. You got no leverage. Yes, but you must first cease the fire and sign the Treaty of the Peace. Very well. Metreon, zoom in. Free to pursue the intellectual activity. And thank you, Swiss Thumb. For without your wisdom, the war would not have ended. I will miss you. What a nice ending. I don't like this one bit. Them dirty bunnies could be anywheres. Guys, we got company. Here it comes. I guess there are rats in space. Aw, isn't he cute? Psy! Come on! That's it. It's over, yo. We're doomed. Here, have some more candy. Now that he's got Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire, the Easter Bunny has enough help to complete his evil plan. Oh, no! What are we gonna do? I think it's time we gave those bunnies an Easter they'll never forget. Prepare for arrival, my little bunnies. Execute Operation Lunar Drop! Free from spreading my booty eggs all year round! You rented a party bus? No expenses spared for my little raven, Sinister 16, our little raven, raven, raven. Oh, Beast Boy. What are you gonna wish for, anyway? Oh, I know what you should wish for. A leg press machine so we can all strengthen our glutes. Or you could wish for the exotic house kitty. I think you should wish for a team vacation to Meepo. You know, that sweet island Balky was from on Perfect Strangers. Aw, son! I'm gonna wish for a red bicycle, just like the one I had when I was a kid, yo. Ah, I love that bike so much. My rich neighbor tried to buy it from me, but I told him I wouldn't tell him for all the money in the world. But one day, while I was cruising the mall, my bike got stolen. Ever since that day, I've wished that me and my bike would be reunited. And now that we're going to Azeroth, it looks like that wish will be finally coming true, yo. Wow, Beast Boy. Talk about a garbage wish. Dude, you can ask for anything and all you want is a stupid bicycle? Also, that wasn't even a bicycle. It had three wheels. It is clearly the waste of the perfectly good birthday wish! No, it ain't! We're here! Everybody out! What a cool house! Time for the birthday girl to put on her party dress! Seriously, Dad? You know that I hate pink! Oops, okay, okay. Purple it is. I want it black! Easy, Mama. You look dope now. Don't stress it. Sorry. I don't know what got into me. Hello, hello. Look who's home. It's the birthday girl! This is Raven's grandmother. Oh, my badness. You have grown so much, my little Rachel. Thanks, Nana. Trigontholomew, did you pick up my Epsom salts? No, Mother. I forgot. Oh, you can enslave an entire dimension, but you can't pick up your mother's Epsom salts. You know I got the granny legs, feet getting all swole. And you all remember Raven's brothers? Hello! May I join you on the fun, little ones? And over here, we have Uncle Grim. Very nice to meet you, Mr. Grim. Now you cut that out, Grim. This is a party. You leave your work at home. What happened? Mother, is that you? Yes, dear. My, what hairy arms you have. The better to hug you with. What a thick spine you have. The better to carry you with. My, what sharp teeth you have. The better to eat. That ain't me, you numbskull. If Booky Man transforms into whatever book he eats, then we need to feed him something harmless. I've got it! We can feed him this young adult novel. That's not a young adult novel. That's a manga novel. What's a manga anyway? I didn't know. I've got an idea. Now he's a peaceful hunk, like the one on the front. Oh, no, baby. In that book, the hunk is a ruthless warlord. Stop judging books by their cover. Silence you. Oh, please. Don't hurt us, Mr. Booky Man. Please, I don't want to hurt you. What? Mother, come to your senses. You can't fall for this thing. Trigon's right. She can't. Thank you, Hank. Because I'm in love with Nana, too. Nana, will you marry me? Has everyone gone crazy? Hank, I don't know which one to choose. Then let us settle this form with a duel to the death. Challenge accepted. Please. It's getting dark. Oh, get up, Hank. We all know you can't. Hunting the Easter eggs is so much easier with a tracking device. Oh, man. The tracker stopped working. Well, fix it, bro. We still got some more eggs to find. I can't fix it. Something must be jamming the satellite signal. And we'll have to go up there to check it out. To space? Exactly. Titans, go! The cold darkness of space is so the unwelcoming. Not exactly a fun Easter vibe. It's so dark in here, I can't see anything. Cyborg, hit the power. What is that stuff? I don't know. But it explains why the power isn't working. It smells like rotten eggs. Is the tracker working again? Yeah. But it's not tracking an egg. What was that? There it is again. Relax. It's probably just a rat. Ain't no rats in space. Perhaps it is the bloodthirsty alien. It's just spacesuits, Titans. Nothing to worry about. Happy Easter. The Easter bunny. This is so much worse than the terrifying space alien. I was really hoping we wouldn't see him or his booty eggs this year. Don't be silly. Everyone loves my booty eggs. It's a shame I can only lay them once a year. But I have a plan to change all that. What plan? Well, since Easter is based on the lunar calendar, I'm going to turn the moon into an Easter egg. So every day will be Easter, and I can lay my magical booty eggs all year round. Go, go, go. Gross. Booty eggs all year round? Ugh, them things are nasty, yo. Forget it, Easter bunny. We're putting a stop to your diabolical plan. Stop me? Oh, no, no, no, no. You're going to help me. I turned into the egg. And I'm going to turn all of you into eggs, too. Okay, everyone. Relax. Let's think this through. Think what through? Robin's an egg. And we're next. It is the egg hunt. It is we who are now being the hunted. Chill, yo. That's just my tum-tum. Good thing I remembered to pack some Easter candy. How can you eat at a time like this? It chills me out, Mama. Uh, guys? The egg is hatching. But hatching the what? I don't know. It's hard to see. Happy Easter. Join us. Then never. Yeah, you ain't turning us into no Easter bunnies. That should hold him. I'm so glad we made it. Supplies. Hmm. We are out of rations. Then let us eat the delicious Hughead. Not yet. We need him to pull the cart. Very well. You are the safe for now, Hughead. Soon. Titans, when you run out of food, there is only one option. Order pizza. No pizza! We are going hunting. Shoot one of those buffalo. No way, bro. I ain't gonna hurt no buffaloes. I'm a vegetarian, dude. This is the Oregon Trail. You either eat meat or die. If everyone just eats their greens, my buffalo buddies don't need to get hurt. Give me that. Shoot, shoot, shoot. I see you hiding behind that rock, buffalo. Come on, get some. Squirrel, where are you gonna go? Deer, say hello to my little friend. Rabbits, shake a tail. Shake a tail, Squirrel. That bush won't save you. That is enough food for the remainder of the trip. Too bad we can only carry 100 pounds back to the cart. Then why did you shoot so many? Because it's the only fun part of this incredibly boring but educational journey. Delicious. I'm loving this buffalo flavor. Titans, I have some bad news and some bad news. First, the bad news. Beast Boy was bitten by a rattlesnake. I was? Now for the bad news. Beast Boy has dysentery. What's that? That's where he pooped too, Grog. While Beast Boy is pooping himself, would anyone like to look around? Why? And? Should we not help him? No, sorry. That's not an option on the numbered list. Beast Boy has died. You did not say people would die. Well, that's what happens on the Oregon Trail. It's super boring, you hunt a little, and then everyone in your party dies a horrible death. What about learning? You learn you're going to die. I can't believe my boy Beastie just passed on. That's right, I did. You're a ghost. Oh, are you okay? Dude, I feel great. Check it. And I wish I was a ghost. Just get yourself some dysentery, girl. My homies are not happy with you, by the way. It is winter. Our pace is slow. Health is... poor. Can't get any worse, right? Starfire has died. Not Starfire! Lucky me. You're the ghosts. Just think of all you're learning about the hardships of the pioneers. Yo, when you's a ghost, you don't need to learn nothing no more. Beezle sent up and died, and Cyborg Boy, he cried and cried till he caught a cold, and he was dead. With no food around, I ate Hoghead, and for three long weeks, he kept me fed. Boy, life ain't easy on the Oregon Trail. I tell ya, life ain't easy on the Oregon Trail. I'm learning so much. I've made it to the Dallas River. Would I like to look around? Y or N? You bet Y. Majestic. It was all worth it. How's it looking around? Great. Now all I have to do is float this cart across the river, and I'll be in Oregon. Besides hunting, this is the only fun part of the Oregon Trail. More fun than our ghost job. This trail to the very... There's nothing you can do to stop me. Looks like it's all smooth sailing from here. Congratulations. I made it to Oregon. Good job, bro. Can you tell us what you learned from the boring journey? Your teeth are your source of dignity. You sell your teeth, and there will be consequences. Creepy, creepy consequences. Whatever. We're gonna be rich! Guys, this one has teeth. Teeth. The toothies. Ew. What are you guys doing? We show the teeth. But we need more of the spending money. Can't we just have a couple of your teeth, Mama? We can pay you back. In hair and toenails. Doing business with a creep has turned you into creeps. We're not creeps. Look at yourselves. Fresh. Okay, I can't deal with a house of creeps. We're getting your teeth back. This is it. Her lair. Such a charming patch with fear. We simply must get the name of her decorator. Hey, creeps. Let's just find your teeth and get out of here. Oh, this one's still wet. Don't I look glamorous? Look at that winning smile. Mr. Tooth, would you like some tea? Oh, yes. Thank you. Focus. Oh. Visitors. We're the Teen Titans. No need for introductions. We met while you were sleeping. Yes, I whizzed my fingers under all of your pillows to extract the pearly treasures held under them. All except you, Raven. You never gave me your precious teeth. It made me covet them even more. I'd never sell my teeth to some creep. I don't even know what you do with them. Isn't it obvious? Jewelry? Disgusting. Tooth replacement? No need. Do you dress them up and play with them like dolls? I am not a monster. I do what any normal person would do with teeth. I eat them. I knew you were a creep. Just give us our teeth back. I paid good money for those teeth. I might be willing to trade them for a set that has been missing from my collection. No way. How about a game then? I win, I get your pearly bites. You win, your friends get theirs back. The game is... an eating competition. Don't tell me we're eating... tea! What else are we going to do with them? The competition begins... now. You better get going. So gross. No choice. This is really good. My goodness. You have quite the appetite. You better stop talking and start eating. Mama's hungry. Someone can't eat another... Did I ever tell you about the time I got a free onion? There was green ones, red ones... My hip. There must be something we can do to fix him. What if we sing to him now? Too expensive. Even if we could afford the rights to sing that song, it wouldn't work. The only way to save him is to celebrate his birthday at the center of the universe. Dad, I can't. Can and will. I have a very important business meeting today. But I'm going to Wack-A-Doodles with my friends. Take your brothers along, they'll love it. Please wave and please. Ugh, fine. Great, I'll be back tonight to pick them up. Thank you, honey. Who are the adorable little ones? These are my baby brothers. Russ, Lyle, and Shug. What? I didn't know you had brothers. Hey, little bros. I'm your Uncle Si. And I'm your Uncle Bebe. And we's your cool uncles. Cool uncles? We so cool. We's gonna spoil you rotten. Yeah, I'm Robin. I'm your cool uncle too. Hey. What you doing, man? You not a cool uncle, bro? I am so. Watch. Where did I go? Peek-a-boo! They're out of control. They sure are little rascals, aren't they? You should see what happens when they really get upset. Oh, but they are so the cute. Yeah, and they're also demon babies. Which means they have lots of power but no control. Taking them to Wack-A-Doodles could be extremely dangerous. Like end of the world kind of dangerous. Chills, mama. They ain't gonna be upset and destroy the world. Because their cool uncles will make sure they's always having a blast. Cool uncles. Now that the Teen Titans are all helpless babies. No one can stop me from transforming the entire world. I'm sorry, guys. This is all my fault. I should have known that nothing good can ever come from taking a DNA test. Purple head. What we do now? No way can stop me, man, like this. Of course you can. My baby hands never stopped me from saving the day. Probably right. We can do this. Titan babies, go! This big baby just needs his binky. For this next ritual, we have to take a good picture of Beast Boy while he blows out his candles. How is the baby supposed to blow out the candles? He doesn't have the lung capacity. He's too young to even know what's going on. I agree it's all pointless, but we have no choice. Beast Boy. Hey, look at the camera. Look over here, Beast Boy. Look at the camera. He won't look at me. Guys, help me get his attention. Hey, Steve. Look at the little showpiece. It's working. Bigger faces. Funnier noises. Now he needs to blow out his candles. Can you make the blowing for Starfire? Oh, yes, you can. Ew. Who wants to eat a cake with spit and candle wax on it? I don't. He did it. No, a trick candle. I hate those things. No one thinks they're funny. Did I ever tell you how I got this watch? He did it. It was disgusting, but he did it.