Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

[Cut to the research room - a digital bust of a robot]

Nebula:
The latest in research robotics, stolen! Our newest warbot, pilfered! This high-tech crime wave poses a threat to machines, humans, and every other life-form in the galaxy.

XR:
[drives up to Nebula] We're on the case, Pop!

Nebula:
Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?!

XR:
Understood completely, "Dad".

Nebula:
I'm not your dad. You were built by the LGMs. For Pete's sake, I only signed the work order!

XR:
[sets his hand on Nebula's shoulder] Mind for right exactly, Papoo.

Nebula:
Get your greasy arm off me, you stinkin'-

Buzz:
We'll get right on it, Commander.