Totally Recalled
- Studio
- CinéGroupe, Film Roman Productions, CHUM Television
- Distributor
- Ciné-Groupe Corporation
Synopsis
Captain's Log, little hand on the big thingy, my hand on her thingy.
Today, I had a classic bad-news, good-news scenario on my hands:
1) My Grandpa Benito was coming to visit and generally stink up my ship; and
2) Baltar Industries was recalling Gus because of a potentially explosive defect. Baltar even said they'd replace Gus with the Gus XP, an ass-kicking new robot ? no charge and no strings attached! Woo-hoo! Free upgrade, baby!
The new robot arrived long before the old coot, which was no surprise. Gramps flies like he frecks ? slow and sloppy.
Our busted-ass, broken-down, worthless old Gus selfishly claimed that he didn't want to be sent to Baltar's internment camp for obsolete robots. Boo-hoo ? cry me a river, sissybot. Only Six fell for that schmaltz. The rest of us surfed the wave of the future by sampling XP's lip-smackin' frozen yogurt (or as we hipsters call it, "fro-yo") and then throwing a classy gala with beer and faux-flatulence noisemakers.
By the time I beat my hangover, Gus was long gone and XP was busy setting up the guest room for Gramps. And not a moment too soon: Gramps arrived, smelling like something that came out the south end of a northbound monkey. Codger-boy made matters worse by slathering himself with an ointment whose stench would knock a buzzard off a crap-wagon.
I had bigger problems, though. XP was becoming suspiciously cool. He gave Whip a keg and got Bob high on prescription happy pills. Then when Six caught him messing with our mainframe, XP tricked her into a trap.
And this is where XP tipped his hand and proved to me he was evil to the core: He told Six that I was in T'Nuk's room. Why the hell would I go to T'Nuk's room? I'd rather slide down a mountain of thumbtacks into a lake of rubbing alcohol.
Once we discovered that XP was trying to take over the ship, he locked Six and T'nuk in T'Nuk's room. With Whip and Bob whacked out of their already pathetically limited minds, it was up to me and Gramps to show that mechanical meddler his very own blue screen of death.
That's when good ol' gullible (um, I mean, loyal) Gus returned and helped destroy XP by squirting it with Gramps' godawful joint cream from Hell. (And I thought the only thing that stuff was good for was preventing the old geezer from sneaking up on people.)
After we sent Gramps on his way to the local casinos (or the nearest black hole ? opinions differ), Gus explained that the recall order and the delivery of XP were part of some grand robot scheme to conquer the galaxy and make us organic types into their slaves. Those robots and their zany schemes.
I have to wonder if we should've let the robots win, though: That was some damn fine fro-yo.
Today, I had a classic bad-news, good-news scenario on my hands:
1) My Grandpa Benito was coming to visit and generally stink up my ship; and
2) Baltar Industries was recalling Gus because of a potentially explosive defect. Baltar even said they'd replace Gus with the Gus XP, an ass-kicking new robot ? no charge and no strings attached! Woo-hoo! Free upgrade, baby!
The new robot arrived long before the old coot, which was no surprise. Gramps flies like he frecks ? slow and sloppy.
Our busted-ass, broken-down, worthless old Gus selfishly claimed that he didn't want to be sent to Baltar's internment camp for obsolete robots. Boo-hoo ? cry me a river, sissybot. Only Six fell for that schmaltz. The rest of us surfed the wave of the future by sampling XP's lip-smackin' frozen yogurt (or as we hipsters call it, "fro-yo") and then throwing a classy gala with beer and faux-flatulence noisemakers.
By the time I beat my hangover, Gus was long gone and XP was busy setting up the guest room for Gramps. And not a moment too soon: Gramps arrived, smelling like something that came out the south end of a northbound monkey. Codger-boy made matters worse by slathering himself with an ointment whose stench would knock a buzzard off a crap-wagon.
I had bigger problems, though. XP was becoming suspiciously cool. He gave Whip a keg and got Bob high on prescription happy pills. Then when Six caught him messing with our mainframe, XP tricked her into a trap.
And this is where XP tipped his hand and proved to me he was evil to the core: He told Six that I was in T'Nuk's room. Why the hell would I go to T'Nuk's room? I'd rather slide down a mountain of thumbtacks into a lake of rubbing alcohol.
Once we discovered that XP was trying to take over the ship, he locked Six and T'nuk in T'Nuk's room. With Whip and Bob whacked out of their already pathetically limited minds, it was up to me and Gramps to show that mechanical meddler his very own blue screen of death.
That's when good ol' gullible (um, I mean, loyal) Gus returned and helped destroy XP by squirting it with Gramps' godawful joint cream from Hell. (And I thought the only thing that stuff was good for was preventing the old geezer from sneaking up on people.)
After we sent Gramps on his way to the local casinos (or the nearest black hole ? opinions differ), Gus explained that the recall order and the delivery of XP were part of some grand robot scheme to conquer the galaxy and make us organic types into their slaves. Those robots and their zany schemes.
I have to wonder if we should've let the robots win, though: That was some damn fine fro-yo.
Characters
Six, Chode, Gus, T'Nuk, Whip, Spaceship Bob, Darph Bobo, Adam
Credits
Directing
- Director
- Bernie Denk
Producing
- Producer
- Daniele Joubert, Andrew Makarewicz
Writing
- Writer
- Mark Amato
- Story Editors
- Bill Rosenthal, Andrew Borakove
- Created By
- Chuck Austen, Chris Moeller
Voices
- Voice
- Gina Gershon (Six), Stephen Root (Chode), Maurice LaMarche (Gus), Gayle Garfinkle (T'Nuk), Rick Jones (Whip), "Stuttering" John Melendez (Spaceship Bob), Terence Scammel (Darph Bobo, Adam)
Music
- Music
- Mario Sevigny
Animation
- Animator
- Bernie Denk
Art Department
- Graphics
- Valery Mihalkov
Editing
- Editor
- Thomas Gill, Martin Briand
Sound
- Sound
- Sylvain Bourgault
Production notes
A humorous and sexy send-up of all things SF, following the adventures of The Free Enterprise, a smuggling vessel led by a stumpy purple alien named Chode, who, along with his colorful group of misfit shipmates, battles arch-enemies and new obstacles in space each week.
Chode's crew includes Six, a sexy cyborg who happens to be the most advanced android ever created; Gus, Chode's sexually confused and verbally abused robot slave; T'Nuk, the ship's esthetically challenged pilot; and Whip, Chode's teenage slacker nephew. Spaceship Bob is the fastest ship in the galaxy.
3D animation.
The Sci-Fi Channel's first-ever original animated series.
Based on a Web short film of the same name, which debuted on Level13.net in November 1999, and which won the grand prize in the Playboy Animation Contest in 2000.
Chode's crew includes Six, a sexy cyborg who happens to be the most advanced android ever created; Gus, Chode's sexually confused and verbally abused robot slave; T'Nuk, the ship's esthetically challenged pilot; and Whip, Chode's teenage slacker nephew. Spaceship Bob is the fastest ship in the galaxy.
3D animation.
The Sci-Fi Channel's first-ever original animated series.
Based on a Web short film of the same name, which debuted on Level13.net in November 1999, and which won the grand prize in the Playboy Animation Contest in 2000.