Transcription:World War B

Honey, look out! Cliche! Huh? [all screaming] - What's happening?! - Kre-O! They're everywh- Aah! Run! There's something wrong with them. They look like us but different!

This way! Hurry! Your life has more value than other people! - Jerry, we need your expertise! - My expertise? - I'm not a soldier! - Jerry, we need a lawyer.

Put simply, Jerry, we're being invaded - by imitation blocks.

Off-brand products with - a taste for LEGO blood! - They're nearly identical but different wrong.

Like when you sit on your hand until it goes to sleep.

You try to pretend Flo from the Progressive commercials is giving you an H.J., but you know it's not Flo.

You know that! She'd never be so clumsy, so artless.

That's impossible! We're trademarked!

No, general. LEGO bricks aren't protected by trademark. They're protected by patent.

Hell, man, what's the difference? The difference is patents expire.

Cool! Someone turned that legal document into a GIF. That's fun.

Isn't it "jiff"? - Anyway, how do we stop it? - There's nothing we can do.

Don't worry, Flo. I'll protect you.

Don't worry, girl from the Wendy's commercials.

Don't worry, GEICO gecko.

They covered the whole globe in no time: Mega Bloks, Kre-O, Best-Lock, CoCo, BanBao, Rokenbok, Super Blox, and Leggo with two g's, which was especially insulting.

[zombies groaning] LEGO my baby LEGO my honey LEGO my ragtime gal - Daddy, are we safe? - Of course we are, son.

People are singing, aren't they? Ugh. That is the lowest form of music.

Honey, you'll lose me then you'll be left alone [zombies groaning loudly] The terrible singing! They're attracted to the terrible singing! - Ohh! - Ow! Fire! Fire! They're too fast! - Ohh!

Jerry, I've found a way to camouflage ourselves! - That beats my solution. Pew pew! Pew pew! Pew!

LEGOs are machined to a tolerance of 10 micrometers! That's why we're so expensive! But this serum will make us look cheaper and sloppier! Aah! We look like them now! - I'd rather die.

What?! - They have Transformers? - No, son! No! - Aah! - Nooooooo! You probably don't even want to go on living now.

Huh? Oh, that was just a kid from my wife's first marriage. But that looked really painful. Hit me with the juice! [groaning]

No! You turned me into a fucking Duplo! It's the same company as LEGO, you fool! Aah! Aah! Guys, is this ending working? Let's re-shoot it. [zombies murmuring]