When the Battletram is devoid of the squabbling over bathrooms, who drank the last of the orange juice (Crash, we know it was you dude) and sugary cereal at six o’clock on Saturday morning, there can only be one thing wrong – but Jimmy, the robot, is ready when he arrives to the sick beds of four very ill Aquabats who can’t even make it to their beloved cartoons.
“My head hurts…” the Bat Commander whines, “I need a hug.”
Ricky Fitness dry-heaves and shudders; “Hold me, Jimmy… in your unfeeling embrace.”
Crying into his wrinkled pajama sleeve, Crash doesn’t look very big at all when he asks; “Hugs?”
One by one, gathers them in front of the television like chicks in the nest with warm blankets and cool compresses, chicken soup from the can and little bottles of ginger ale and their favorite cartoons. One by one, they get their special hugs that only their robot can give and when they’re all tuckered out on the floor, dozing off the sniffles, the biggest little Aquabat nuzzles against his unfeeling robot skin and murmurs sleepily; “I love you, robot Jimmy.”
"Human Robots are In... Human" (Aquabats, gen)
“I’m hot…” Eaglebones whimpers; “cuddle me, cold robot.”
“My head hurts…” the Bat Commander whines, “I need a hug.”
Ricky Fitness dry-heaves and shudders; “Hold me, Jimmy… in your unfeeling embrace.”
Crying into his wrinkled pajama sleeve, Crash doesn’t look very big at all when he asks; “Hugs?”
One by one, gathers them in front of the television like chicks in the nest with warm blankets and cool compresses, chicken soup from the can and little bottles of ginger ale and their favorite cartoons. One by one, they get their special hugs that only their robot can give and when they’re all tuckered out on the floor, dozing off the sniffles, the biggest little Aquabat nuzzles against his unfeeling robot skin and murmurs sleepily; “I love you, robot Jimmy.”
He is warm.