Talking Tom And Friends Space Rescue

[Cora Hickel]

The episode starts with Ben mournfully reminiscing at the time he was able to do tech, before he was banned from using tech due to the events of Glitch Apocalypse. He then hears a loud rumbling outside the garage. Apparently, Tom had won a cereal box contest and as a prize, he won a trip to space to write his name on the Sun. Ginger begged Tom to take him with him, but instead Tom gave him an astronaut watch.

After the takeoff, the watch receives a call from the CEO, who explained his plans to send Tom into space forever to them. Quickly thinking, Ben tries to build a satellite to save Tom, but is electrocuted for using technology. Angela tries to remove it in anger but it electrocutes her and knocks her out briefly. The friends attempt to befriend the bracelet. They play soccer with it, give it a makeover and go to the photo booth, but it wasn't a friendly bracelet. However, Angela finds out and tell that the bracelet was in love with Ginger's watch.

In space, Tom attempts to call Earth, but realizes the button to do it was just a drawing. He soon finds out that all controls and buttons were all just paper drawings. He then receives a real call from the CEO. Tom realizes that everything was a hoax, and that the CEO was directly next to Tom's ship. He tries breaking out of his ship, but instead knocks his own ship in the direction of the sun.

Meanwhile, the bracelet "dances" with the astronaut watch. Then, Ginger pretends that he was permanently moving to another country, along with all of his belongings, including the watch. So, the bracelet somehow frees itself from Ben's wrist, extends legs, picks up the watch, and walks away into the sunset. Quickly, Ben programs his satellite to save Tom.

Up in space, Tom begins getting hot, while everything around him starts to burn up. The CEO quickly leaves Tom's side, and flies away. Then, he hears a clang; he had invented a bike-powered magnet that retracted Tom back to Earth. On the way, he bumps the CEO, who begins to drift away. The magnet returns, and Tom crashes. Ben explained that he managed to remove the bracelet from his wrist.

• Alternative Character Interpretation: In "Roy to the Rescue," was Tom right when he said that Roy sabotaged his hot air balloon just so Roy could be credited for saving his life, or was it just a coincidence his balloon failed and Roy simply saved him? Roy did say that he believed a party will be thrown for him as he rescued Tom, adding more interpretation.
• Designated Villain:
• Ben will always be shown in this light. The gang acts like he's completely boring and a total joy kill, but he's just trying to do good.
• In "Superhero Picnic," Hank and Ginger were playing superheroes, resulting in it bothering Ben, who was just working on an invention. Ben is treated like a bully even though the two were disturbing him.
• Surpisingly, Ginger in "Assertive App." Sure he uses the app to tell others what to do and acts like a control freak, but Ben and Tom did the same to others, including him. Ginger even lampshaded it. So it's wrong for Ginger to use the app just to get back at Ben and Tom, but it's all in good fun when the duo does so?
• Informed Wrongness: Rhonda is meant to be seen as wrong for being a Bad Boss towards Hank, despite the fact that Hank willingly decided to eat a special sundae knowing full well that he'd have to work to pay it off if he didn't fully eat the sundae. To add on to this, Hank successfully quits his job and never has to pay the $500 for his sundae.
• Moral Event Horizon: The CEO was a bothersome rival to the gang, but he becomes irredeemable in "Space Rescue," where he sends Tom into the sun on a rocket he tricked Tom into going into to be killed. Bonus points for flying over just to watch it live.
• Seasonal Rot: Fans say that Season 4 was mediocre due to it having a lot of filler episodes. The constant hiatus' didn't help matters.
• They Wasted a Perfectly Good Character: Fans say that Becca was a victim of this. She was given high publicity in the promos and people thought that she'd play a big role in Season 4, but she had 2 appearances and wasn't given enough focus. This was fixed in season 5.
• Unintentionally Sympathetic: In "Tom the Brave," Tom has Hank hypnotized him into showing zero fear at dangerous situations. This leads to him sliding down a really high slide on a skateboard and landing him in a hospital, to which his friends fake his funeral just to get him to be normally afraid again. Nevermind the fact that he was hypnotized into doing those things and had no control of his actions. Technically, his friends gaslighted him into thinking that he's dead just to teach him a lesson. The fact that Dr. Internet Doctor goes along with it makes this unsettling.
• Unintentionally Unsympathetic: Angela in "Boyfriend Stealer." We're supposed to feel sorry for her when she felt like Tom was hanging out with Becca too much and Becca would steal him away. However, even after Tom told her that Becca and him were just friends, Angela acts bratty about it and angrily leaves the house. She spent the whole episode trying to make him jealous by asking the MC to be her date and the party is ruined as a result. What's worse is that everyone knew that Becca wasn't trying to steal Tom away from Angela.

Being forced to participate in rave culture makes me want to move to a bumfuck state where there is nothing going on during the weekends, except maybe hitting up the Waffle House and drinking out of a keg with people from high school who are all getting married. I may have a couple of drug dealers on speed dial, but at least those losers have realtors, accountants, and backyards. At least if I was partying with them, we could talk to each other. Know what else they frown upon on the Nowadays dance floor? Talking. Dancing there usually means spending the majority of the evening stuck talking to myself in my head. No fun.

chile where do I even begin.....this text is oozing with so much self-inflicted misery. Every third line highlights the exact steps this person took to dig themselves into this culturally ignorant, pretentious, pity hole. This rant stinks of so much misdirected apathy it's almost humorous to read; like, do they not know they're insufferable? That people are most likely avoiding them?

Short films are only good if they make it Sundance (?) DJs must be DJs ONLY and for their WHOLE LIFE or they're not "real" DJs (? I wonder who's gonna play music at their sad little cigarette house party) & don't even think about making a chair, it won't impress them! The only people thinking like this in 2024 are scourged Republican soccer dads observing the world from the passenger seat of a mini van...

$204 per outting for them to stand on the wall in their Skechers and realize that maybe the space Just Might Not Be Made For Them...I gotta print this one out and hang it "beware of ogre" style around Brooklyn bc wow!

Man, this one was a bummer, and I don't even like raves. The problem here is clearly not raves; it's that this person is forcing themselves to engage in activities they don't enjoy to fit in with "friends" they have nothing in common with. This person further tells on themselves when they decide to punch at people who identify as multiple things. Who cares? Why the cheap shots at their work/hobbies? Grow up and get some therapy. You're just making yourself look bad here.

A few weekends ago, I stumbled into a nightclub in Brooklyn where I\u2019ve spent a fair amount of my twenties. It\u2019s one of those places that is not technically a warehouse but is designed to look like one, even though it is in a very nice, expensive neighborhood and where, immediately upon entry, your senses are overloaded with fog, strobe lights, techno beep boops, and the sweat and body odor of gay men for some of whom the musk is actually a turn-on. To be honest, I\u2019d had a couple of glasses of wine and also a martini and a shot of tequila, but my immediate response was one of deep despair. I started crying. Bawling, actually. Squealing, to my poor friends in tow something that has become increasingly clear to me lately: \u201CI hate this, I hate this, I hate this,\u201D and by this I meant clubbing in Brooklyn, raving in general, and electronic dance music of all kinds \u2013\u2013 so pretty much everything that defines what nightlife means in this city nowadays.

Nowadays! Have you ever been there? It\u2019s another faux warehouse out in Ridgewood, which, despite the fact that it is predominately a den of sin, has the gall to pretend it is some kind of glorious community center promoting artistry and diversity and where, at the door, they force you to listen to what they call their \u201Csafer safe\u201D spiel which, among some other more understandable things, warns you against \u201Cstaring\u201D at people \u201Cnonconsensually\u201D on the dance floor. If this happens to you, you can just alert one of the \u201Csafe space monitors in the glowing wristbands,\u201D who might as well be called the dance floor police (but this crowd is way too ACAB-friendly to think about it that way).

Don\u2019t get me wrong. I\u2019ve had my fun as a wannabe raver. I\u2019ve stayed on the dance floor, for hours and hours and hours, until the sun comes up and the bar closes down and Nowadays starts serving up bagels and oranges to all the strung out partygoers\u2026 and then gone home and woken up in the evening to go straight back to the club for a Sunday day party. I\u2019ve traveled to other states to rave. I even fell in love at the club with one such proponent of this lifestyle.

And now I\u2019m fucking tired. I\u2019m tired of putting on sensible shoes so I can last as long as my friends do. I\u2019m tired of forsaking cute outfits for what might as well be workout gear when I go out. I\u2019m tired of dancing to music that, to me at least, all sounds the same and which I can\u2019t even enjoy unless I\u2019m on a copious amount of drugs. I\u2019m tired of paying $50 or more just to get into one of these things. Not to mention another $100 or so on said drugs, then also the $15/a pop for liquored up yerba mates and the $30 on the Uber home from some godforsaken neighborhood and the $9 on a bacon, egg, and cheese and a Perrier that, god willing, will bring me back to life. I\u2019m tired of sleeping until noon the next day and then realizing my whole weekend has been wasted on \u2026 what? A decent workout, I guess. Most of all, and I realize this is not necessarily an original sentiment, but I\u2019m tired of talking to or listening to other people talk about DJs. Have you ever met a crowd of more self-important, pretentious assholes? They\u2019re always taking over the aux at the pregame or in the Uber and forcing you to listen to the same music you\u2019re going to listen to at the club, all the while once again trying to inject some kind of greater meaning into what these \u201Ctracks\u201D (barf) mean for the world and our identities. Can we all just talk about this culture for what it is? Being sloppy and dissociating on ketamine and occasionally, occasionally, in the process, meeting some good people and having a good time?

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