[Intro – Slapping upright bass, finger snaps, guitar twang] [Female gritty delivery slightly raspy, Spoken, playful] Well, would ya look at THAT... Sky's gone green, the world's gone gooey... [Sniffs] Whoooo! And I thought the lab smelled bad... [Guitar kicks in] [female} ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! [Female] Something nasty's fallin' from the sky, Got too many teeth and WAY too many eyes! Slippin' and slidin', droolin' on the street, Looks like yesterday's lunch grew a thousand feet! You're in your mech, I'm at your flank, Got a dozen little bottles and a full gas tank! The world's gone sideways, but don't you fret, I've got a few surprises they ain't seen yet! [Building, cheeky attitude] [female]A little science, a little luck, A little elbow grease when the gears get stuck! You bring the thunder, I'll bring the zing, And if all else fails— WE'LL MAKE A STINK! [Female Explosive punk-rock hook] LET'S RAISE A STINK OUT HERE! IT CAN'T SMELL MUCH WORSE! The sky's throwin' monsters Like some cosmic curse! You swing that metal, I'll spray 'em pink! Send those slimy suckers Straight down the sink! Don't worry, baby, I've got your back! A wrench, a little chemistry, And a counterattack! So let 'em drip, let 'em crawl, Let the whole world think— WE'RE GONNA RAISE A STINK! (HEY! HEY!) [Rockabilly bass groove, playful vocals] [female]Got a bubbling beaker and a hologram, Three blinking warnings that I don't give a damn! [Female Spoken aside] Okay, maybe ONE of 'em... Got your spare parts stacked beside my seat, And a chrome right leg keeping time to the beat! Your engine's coughin'? Well, ain't that cute! I'll have you fixed before you finish your reboot! You keep on fightin', don't look behind, I've got the tools and a twisted mind! [Female, With backing shouts] A little science! (SCIENCE!) A little luck! (LUCK!) A little magic when the circuits get stuck! You bring the thunder, I'll bring the sting! Come on, sweetheart— LET'S MAKE A STINK! [Full band, driving guitars] LET'S RAISE A STINK OUT HERE! IT CAN'T SMELL MUCH WORSE! The sky's throwin' monsters Like some cosmic curse! You swing that metal, I'll spray 'em pink! Send those slimy suckers Straight down the sink! Don't worry, baby, I've got your back! A wrench, a little chemistry, And a counterattack! So let 'em drip, let 'em crawl, Let the whole world think— WE'RE GONNA RAISE A STINK! --- [Music cuts to upright bass, drums and crackling radio static] [Male voice, over radio — frustrated] "Babe! My left actuator's gone!" [Female, cheerfully sarcastic] "Well, quit breaking my toys, hun'!" [Male voice, exasperated] "FLEUR!" [Female, laughing] "I'm kidding! I gotcha covered!" [SFX: Massive chemical blast, splattering goo, radio static] [Female, triumphantly] "SEE?! [laughing] TOLD YA!" [Bass walks into a playful rockabilly groove] [Guitar Solo – Wild rockabilly twang exploding into punk distortion] [Female, Heavy stomping rhythm, confident vocals] I'm the grease in your gears, I'm the spark in your wires! The girl with the answers When your dashboard catches fire! You don't need to worry, You don't need to hide! Just keep those big guns pointed At the ugly outside! [Music pulls back slightly, vocals warm but still playful] [female]I'll laugh at the monsters, I'll dance through the flames, But bringing you home, babe, Ain't part of my games. You can bet on my science, My tools and my charms, 'Cause whatever comes falling— [Female vocal] YOU'RE COMING HOME IN MY ARMS! [Drum fill — guitars slam back in] [Abrupt stop, one last guitar twang] [Male, over radio] "What if my engine stalls?" [Female] I'LL FIX IT! [Male, over radio] "What if the armor rips?" [Female] I'LL STITCH IT! [Male, over radio] "What if those things get through?" [Female] I'LL SPRAY 'EM! [Male, over radio] "What if we're completely screwed?" [Music stops completely] ... [Female, deadpan] Well... [Female, laughs] Then I guess we'll just have to— OUT-STINK 'EM! Double-time, explosive] [female]LET'S RAISE A STINK OUT HERE! IT CAN'T SMELL MUCH WORSE! We'll send those cosmic creeps Back across the universe! You swing that metal, I'll spray 'em pink! We'll give those slimy monsters Something ELSE to think! A little science! A little luck! A whole lotta attitude When the world's gone nuts! Don't worry, handsome, I've got your back! And if your big ol' mech goes down, I'll drag your butt right back! So let 'em drip, let 'em crawl, Let the whole world think— WE'RE GONNA RAISE A STINK! (HEY! HEY!) RAISE A STINK! (HEY! HEY!) MAKE 'EM BLINK! (HEY! HEY!) [Female, Spoken, catching her breath] Well... That wasn't so bad. [Male, over radio] "Uh, Fleur? I think you've melted my paint." [Female, completely unapologetic] "Aw, relax, handsome. I'll paint it purple!" [Pause] [Sniffs the air] ... Oh, man that's just NASTY! [Female, Mischievous laugh] Next time, I'm bringing some air freshener! [Final bass slap and guitar sting]
