all: WHEE!
[eerie, otherworldly music]
[upbeat hoedown music]
*
- * FROM THE HAYSTACKS UP TO THE HILLTOPS *
* WE GO ON DANCING
* TWO-STEP BOOGIE-OOGIE THROUGH THE NIGHT *
* DO SI DO YOUR PARTNER NOW *
*
* PARTY TILL THE MORNING LIGHT *
*
* DO SI DO AND DON'T YOU KNOW *
* IT'S JUST THE WAY WE ANIMALS ROLL *
[laughter]
- HUH?
[fearful bleating]
[startled clucking]
- HEY, GUYS.
CHECK OUT MY NEW SATELLITE DISH.
I CAN GET OVER A GAJILLION CHANNELS WITH THIS BABY.
- OH, IT'S A SATELLITE DISH.
- WHAT A RELIEF!
I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THEM NUC-U-LAR REACTORS.
- ACTUALLY, ABBY, IT'S PRONOUNCED NU-CLE-AR.
- NUC-U-LAR.
- NO, NU-CLE-AR.
- NUC-U-LAR. - NU-CLE-AR.
- NUC-U-LAR! - NU-CLE-AR.
NU-CLE-AR.
- NUC-U-LAR.
- OKAY, TRY THIS. NU...
- NU. - CLE...
- CLE. - AR...
- AR. - NUCLEAR.
- NUC-U-LAR!
- AH, MAKE THEM STOP!
- SO, OTIS, WHERE'D YOU GET THIS THING, ANYWAY?
- FROM THE NASA GIFT CATALOG.
IT'S THE SAME KIND
THEY USE TO SEARCH FOR ALIENS IN DEEP SPACE.
BUT I'M GONNA USE IT TO WATCH MONKEY BOXING FROM RIO.
[monkeys shrieking]
- AWESOME, BUT HOW CAN WE AFFORD IT?
- I'LL JUST RETURN IT FOR A FULL REFUND IN TEN DAYS,
WHEN THE FARMER GETS BACK
FROM EXTREME CHIP DIP BUNGEE JUMPING CAMP.
- WHEE!
crunch!
boing!
- HEY, BESSY.
COME CHECK OUT OTIS' SATELLITE DISH.
- SHOVE OFF, RAT.
I'M WRITING A PERSONAL AD.
- A WHAT?
"PASSIONATE SHE-COW SEEKS CHARISMATIC HUNK
WHO'LL TREAT HER LIKE A QUEEN."
HEY, NO FAIR!
YOU'RE MY QUEEN!
- I AM?
WELL, HERE, LET ME KNIGHT YOU.
- AAAGH!
AAAGH!
splash!
- HEY, THERE YOU ARE.
QUIT FOOLING AROUND AND HELP ME SET THIS DISH UP.
- NEXT UP ON THE GARALDO FACTOR:
ARE YOUR NEIGHBORS SECRETLY SIGNALING ALIENS?
THE ANSWER MAY SURPRISE YOU.
- OH, GARALDO.
YOU AND YOUR MUSTACHE ARE KEEPING THE WORLD SAFE.
- COME ON, GIRLS! - I'M PUSHING!
[grunting]
- LIFT WITH YOUR BACK!
- NEIGHBORS SECRETLY SIGNALING ALIENS?
- THAT'S RIGHT,
NEIGHBORS SECRETLY SIGNALING ALIENS.
THAT'S RIGHT.
SECRETLY SIGNALING ALIENS.
ALIENS. - [gasps]
THOSE TALKING ANIMALS HAVE AN ALIEN ALLIANCE!
WITH ALIENS!
[monkeys shrieking]
- HE'S GOT HIM ON THE ROPES.
COME ON, BINGO.
- GRAB HIM! GRAB HIM!
- COME ON, YOU MONKEYS, MOVE!
- GIVE HIM THE ROPE-A-DOPE!
YEAH, BABY!
- MONKEY BOXING FROM RIO...
MAN, I LOVE THIS NEW DISH.
- AND ZE WINNER BY UNANIMOUS DECISION IS--
[static hissing] all: HUH?
- MY GAZILLION CHANNELS!
WHAT HAPPENED?
[tractor revving]
- MRS. BEADY!
- SHE'S TRYING TO HAUL AWAY OUR DISH!
- COME ON, YOU LAZY TRACTOR.
MUSH!
[shrieks]
crash!
- IT'S OKAY, BABY.
DADDY WON'T LET THE BAD WOMAN HURT YOU.
- INCOMING!
- I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ALL UP TO.
YOU'RE SIGNALING ALIENS WITH THAT DISH OF YOURS.
WELL, NOT ON MY WATCH.
- ALIENS? - WHAT'S SHE TALKING ABOUT?
- SHE'S USUALLY SO NICE.
- GUYS, NO ONE MESSES WITH
OUR PIXELATED, MULTICHANNEL, HI-DEF EXPERIENCE.
IT'S TIME TO ACT.
- BUT YOU HAVE THIS DISH FOR TEN DAYS.
WE CAN'T KEEP HER AWAY THAT LONG.
- OH, CAN'T WE?
SHE'S ALREADY BABBLING ABOUT ALIENS.
IF WE FAKE AN ALIEN INVASION,
SHE'LL RUN SCREAMING AND STAY AWAY FOR AT LEAST THAT LONG.
AND HERE'S HOW WE DO IT.
[whispering] WHISPER, WHISPER, WHISPER, ALIENS,
WHISPER, WHISPER, WHISPER.
- RIGHT.
male announcer: AFTER MORE WHISPERING, THIS HAPPENED:
- FREDDY, PECK, SHINE THOSE SPACE HELMETS.
PIG, GET THAT SCENERY UP.
LOOK SHARP, PEOPLE.
WE GO LIVE IN 15 MINUTES.
- HUH, LOOKS LIKE TODAY'S WEATHER IS PARTLY STUPID
WITH A 30% CHANCE OF DUMB.
- HEY, BESSY.
THERE'S SOMEONE HERE TO ANSWER YOUR AD.
- AT LAST, MY LOVE CONNECTION HAS ARRIVED.
- HEY, HEY, SWEETCAKES, YOU'RE LOOKING FINE.
- WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?
- I AM THE CHARISMATIC HUNK
WHO'S GONNA TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN.
CHECK OUT THESE ABS!
THAT'S WHAT JORGE BRINGS TO THE PARTY!
COME ON, LET'S DANCE!
BOOM! BOOM! CHA-CHA-CHA!
AAAGH!
boom!
- THAT SHOWED HIM, BESSY.
YOU'RE A ONE-MOUSE COW, AND THAT MOUSE IS--
AAAGH!
AGAIN?
AAAGH!
- PIP, STOP FOOLING AROUND.
IS THE SATELLITE SET TO BROADCAST?
- I'M ON IT.
IT'S POINTED AT MRS. BEADY'S HOUSE.
SAY THE WORD, AND WE CUT RIGHT INTO HER TV SIGNAL.
- JUST BE SURE NOT TO SET IT ON DEEP SPACE.
THE ONLY BIZARRE LIFE FORM WE WANT TO CONTACT IS MRS. BEADY.
- LET'S SEE.
DEEP SPACE, EARTH ONLY.
GOT IT.
- YES, HELLO, BEN'S BULLDOZING?
I HAVE A SATELLITE DISH
THAT NEEDS TO BE BULLDOZED IMMEDIATELY.
- THIS IS GIL O'MALLEY,
INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER WITH BREAKING N-N-N-NEWS.
THE PLANET HAS BEEN INVADED BY ALIENS!
- [gasps] I'M TOO LATE!
- THE STRANGE PIE PLATE-SHAPED OBJECTS
BEGAN LANDING ONLY MOMENTS AGO.
bong!
WHY ARE THEY HERE?
WE ASKED A CHUBBY PINK HUMAN SCIENTIST.
- AS A PINK SCIENTIST WHO IS ALSO A HUMAN...
- AND CHUBBY!
- I WOULD SAY THAT ALIENS ARE HERE
TO LAY THEIR EGGS IN OUR EAR DUCTS.
- [gasps] THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE DUCTS!
- I URGE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE TO FLY INTO AN UNCONTROLLED PANIC,
LIKE THIS: WHOO! WHOA!
IT'S THE FLAILING ARMS THAT REALLY SELL IT.
- HA-HA!
THIS'LL SEND HER SCREAMING FOR THE HILLS
FOR AT LEAST A WEEK.
THEN WE CAN ENJOY OUR GAZILLION CHANNELS IN PEACE.
- FREDDY, PECK, YOU'RE ON.
- ATTENTION, EARTHLINGS!
WE HAVE SEIZED CONTROL OF YOUR SHOPPING MALLS.
AAGH.
- AAGH.
- MAN, LOOK AT THAT PICTURE.
- HEY, OTIS, THAT'S YOUR CUE.
- OH, RIGHT.
slurp!
[beeping]
- [computer voice] SWITCHING TO DEEP SPACE MODE.
[grinding and whirring]
[static hissing]
- [gasps]
THE ALIENS HAVE BLOCKED THE BROADCAST.
THEY MUST BE CLOSE.
- [sighs]
I'M BORED.
HEY, WANT TO BRAID EACH OTHERS' EYESTALKS?
- BRAIDING EYESTALKS IS HARDLY THE BEHAVIOR
FOR A CAPTAIN OF AN INVADING FLEET SHIP.
- "OOH, I'M THE CAPTAIN.
I'M ALL IMPORTANT-Y."
YOUR EYESTALKS ARE NOT EXEMPT
FROM THE LAWS OF GOOD GROOMING, SIR.
- OH, ALL RIGHT. - YAY!
WE'RE GONNA BRAID EACH OTHERS' EYESTALKS!
- OKAY, BUT I INSIST ON A FRENCH BRAID.
- YOU GOT IT, CAPTAIN!
[siren bleeping]
OOH, I'M RECEIVING A POWERFUL TRANSMISSION.
- BOOST THE FREQUENCY.
- BOOSTING FREQUENCY!
- AH, ALIENS!
GET 'EM OFF ME!
THEY'RE CONSUMING MY FLESH!
THEIR SALIVA IS SO ACIDIC!
- PASS THE SPACE SALT.
- HEY, NO FAIR!
THIS PLANET'S ALREADY BEING INVADED.
- WE WERE HERE FIRST.
I'M GOING TO SHOW THOSE INVADERS WHO'S BOSS.
LOCK ON TO THE COORDINATES OF THAT BROADCAST.
- WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD?
- THRYGLESHOID.
- THANK YOU.
whoosh!
[comical music]
- HELL, I'M DR. PIG, EXPERT,
HERE TO DISPEL SOME OF THE COMMON MYTHS ABOUT SPACE ALIENS.
MYTH NUMBER ONE:
SPACE ALIENS LIKE TO SUCK ON OUR BRAINS.
NOT TRUE.
ALIENS THINK BRAINS ARE DISGUSTING.
THEY PREFER ITALIAN FOOD, RICH DESSERTS, AND SPINAL CORDS.
MYTH NUMBER TWO:
ALIENS HAVE SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE.
FALSE.
MOST SPACE ALIENS ARE "D" STUDENTS WHO LIKE TO SKIP SCHOOL
AND HANG TEN IN THE SULFUR OCEANS OF RHYSOS 4.
MYTH NUMBER THREE:
ALIENS LIKE TO INVADE OUR BODIES AND POP OUT
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT IT.
NOT TRUE.
THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A SINGLE DOCUMENTED CASE
OF AN ALIEN POPPING OUT OF ANYONE'S--
AAUGH! ALIEN!
GET HIM OUT OF ME!
DON'T LET HIM NEAR MY EAR DUCTS!
THIS IS NOT OKAY WITH ME!
- I TRIED TO WARN EVERYONE.
THOSE TALKING ANIMALS WERE JUST THE BEGINNING.
NOW THEY'VE BROUGHT ALIEN FRIENDS!
THEY'RE HERE.
THERE'S ONLY ONE THING TO DO.
- MRS. BEADY'S LEAVING HER HOUSE.
[cheering]
- I HAVE A FEELING
WE WON'T BE SEEING HER FOR A WHILE.
- ACTUALLY, SHE'S COMING THIS WAY.
- WHA?
WHAT THE CUD IS SHE DOING?
- UH, YOU MIGHT WANT TO LOOK UP.
[screaming]
- HAVE SOME OF AUNT ETHEL'S FRUITCAKE, ALIEN SCUM!
zap!
OH, THIS IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT.
[cheering]
- AND YET AT THE SAME TIME...
[panicked yelling]
[whirring]
- ATTENTION, INVADING ALIENS!
WE HAVE SEEN YOUR BROADCAST.
SORRY, BUT THIS WORLD IS OURS.
PREPARE TO BE INCINERATED.
zap!
[yelling]
- DON'T PANIC! DON'T PANIC!
bam!
- OTIS, HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?
- UM, MAYBE BECAUSE OTIS PUT HIS COFFEE CUP DOWN
ON THE DEEP SPACE BUTTON.
- OOH, THAT WAS THE DEEP SPACE BUTTON?
OH, HOW EMBARRASSING.
I DIDN'T KNOW, WITH THE RED AND THE PUSHING.
[whirring and thumping]
WAIT! STOP!
WE'RE NOT ALIENS!
IT'S ALL A BIG MISTAKE.
- EXPLAIN.
- WE'RE EARTH ANIMALS. SEE?
THIS ISN'T AN ALIEN; IT'S A FERRET!
AND THE WHOLE BROADCAST WAS JUST A PRANK.
[nervous laugh]
- A PRANK, EH?
WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.
- YEAH, WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.
- I HATE IT WHEN YOU JUST REPEAT ME.
- YOU KNOW WHAT? I CAN DO BETTER.
SAY YOUR THING AGAIN.
- ALL RIGHT. WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.
- YEAH, WE'LL--BUNCH OF-- STUPID HEADS!
- REALLY?
THAT'S THE BEST YOU CAN DO?
WE'LL WORK ON THAT. - OKAY.
[gasping]
thump!
*
- WOULD YOU STOP PLAYING THAT?
- JUST SETTING THE MOOD.
- ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT AN ALIEN?
- YEAH, NO. DEFINITELY NOT.
I AM JUST A TYPICAL MALE EARTH COW.
- HE HAS TENTACLES ON HIS STOMACH!
both: AUGH!
- STILL, YOU CLEARLY POSE NO THREAT.
RESUME PLANS TO CONQUER EARTH!
[gasping]
- MILK ME.
thump!
- OH, AND HERE.
I THINK THIS BELONGS TO YOU.
- OH, YOU GUYS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE.
[shrieking]
- HEY, THIS ISN'T EXACTLY SUNSHINE AND PUPPIES
FOR ME, EITHER, YOU KNOW?
- WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PUT HER HEAD IN A JAR?
- SHE ASSAULTED AN IMPERIAL SCOUT SHIP.
THAT'S A CLASS "D" MISDEMEANOR.
- AND THAT HAIRDO'S A FELONY.
- ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT!
IT IS TIME TO CONQUER EARTH!
SUMMON THE ARMADA.
- NO! NOT THE ARMADA!
YOU CAN'T! WHAT'S AN ARMADA?
- YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF THE IMPERIAL ARMADA?
- OOH, LET'S PLAY THEM THE INFORMATIONAL HOLOGRAM!
- IT'S THE IMPERIAL ARMADA...
all: OOH!
- A STATE-OF-THE-ART GALACTIC FIGHTING FORCE
BUILT TO CONQUER PLANETS
AND DESTROY THEIR NATIVE INHABITANTS.
SIT BACK AS ITS CUTTING-EDGE WEAPONRY
REDUCES EARTH TO RUBBLE.
[zapping]
boom!
[screaming]
THEN REBUILDS IT INTO A FABULOUS NEW THEME PARK.
[cheering]
THE IMPERIAL ARMADA,
DOMINATING WORLDS FOR OVER 5,000 TERAFLEENS.
- YOU CAN'T CONQUER EARTH.
WE WON'T LET YOU.
- BUT THEY HAVE A ROLLER COASTER.
- OH, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS.
- BESSY, NO!
- HOW'D YOU LIKE ME TO PUT THAT FLYING SAUCER
WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE?
- YOU AND WHAT ARMY?
- MY FIVE-FINGERED ARMY.
- WHY DON'T YOU SAY THAT TO DIENDA?
DIENDA MY TENTACLE!
- OOH, I'M FRIGHTENED.
FRIGHTENED THAT YOUR UGLY IS CONTAGIOUS.
- STRONG WORDS FROM A BACKPLANET-DWELLING,
OXYGEN-BREATHING,
DUAL-CHROMOSOMED DESCENDANT OF ANAEROBIC MICROBES.
[gasping]
- I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
- THAT ALIEN OUTSASSED BESSY.
- I LIKE A MAN WHO CAN SLING AN INSULT.
pop!
twang!
- AND I LIKE A FEMALE WITH FIRE IN HER BELLY.
[chuckling]
- HEY, HE'S FLIRTING ON MY LADY.
- YES, AND WE'RE ALL VERY CREEPED OUT.
- I'M BESSY.
- AND I AM CAPTAIN ZORTGLIP SKIPPY BEEBLEBROX
973 OMEGA WHAAAAUUN.
- AHEM.
- YES, RIGHT. WHERE WERE WE?
- SUMMONING THE ARMADA.
- RIGHT, SUMMONING THE ARMADA.
- POWERING UP SIGNAL DEVICE!
[whirring]
- GUYS, WE CAN'T LET THEM SUMMON THAT ARMADA.
COME ON. I HAVE A PLAN.
- SIGNAL DEVICE POWERED UP IN A DRAMATIC FASHION.
- SUMMONING THE ARMADA IN THREE,
TWO...
[upbeat party music]
GREAT GARGALONS, WHAT IS THAT SOUND?
- I DON'T KNOW, BUT YOU KNOW,
IT REALLY GETS MY TENTACLES TAPPING.
- POWER DOWN. WE SHALL INVESTIGATE.
[whirring]
[laughing and cheering]
WHAT IN THE NAME OF SUPERHEATED HYDROGEN IS THIS PLACE?
- OH, WHAT, THIS?
IT'S A PARTY.
RELAX. TAKE A LOAD OFF.
- WELL, YOU'RE VERY KIND.
UNFORTUNATELY, WE HAVE AN ARMADA TO SUMMON, SO--
- OH, COME ON, YOU BIG STUFFY PUSS.
PARTY NOW, CONQUER LATER.
WHOO-HOO!
YEE-HAW!
- WELL, I SUPPOSE WE COULD STAY A LITTLE WHILE.
- EXCELLENT.
- WHY DID YOU SAY "EXCELLENT"?
- NOTHING. NO REASON.
- YEE-HAW!
- WHEE!
- WHOO!
WHOO-HOO!
- JUMPING QUASARS, YOU'RE AN EXCITING WOMAN.
- YOU AIN'T SO BAD YOURSELF.
- EXCUSE ME, EVERYONE. PARDON ME.
CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE?
NOW, BEFORE THEY RUSH OFF TO CONQUER EARTH
AND DESTROY US ALL,
LET'S GIVE OUR NEW ALIEN FRIENDS
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER US BY.
[animals exclaiming]
- "WELCOME, RUTHLESS CONQUERORS."
HEY, THAT'S US!
- OH, YOU GUYS.
- ENJOY! ENJOY!
[slurping]
- SO WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THE CAKE?
- LET'S SEE...
DYNAMITE, SOME C4 EXPLOSIVE, BLASTING CAPS,
JUST A HINT OF CINNAMON,
AND MORE DYNAMITE.
- SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT HERE.
ZORTGLIP, DON'T EAT THAT!
- BUT IT'S SO CINNAMON-Y.
boom!
[cheering]
- WE DID IT!
- YEAH, YOU DID IT, ALL RIGHT.
THE FIRST DECENT MAN TO SET FOOT IN THIS DUMP,
AND YOU BLEW HIM UP.
- GUYS, WAIT.
SOMETHING'S HAPPENING.
- YUCK. - THAT IS GROSS.
- OH, THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
NOT COOL. - THAT'S NASTY.
- WOW.
EARTH CAKE REALLY PACKS A WALLOP.
- MORE, PLEASE.
- OH, ZORTGLIP SKIPPY BEEBLEBROX 973 OMEGA WHAAAAUUN,
I WAS SO WORRIED.
- I'M FINE, BODACIOUS ONE,
BUT YOUR CONCERN WARMS MY ENZYME SACS.
[slurping]
- EW. - OH.
- I CAN'T UN-SEE THAT.
- I'M GONNA CRY.
- CAN SOMEONE COVER MY EYES?
- THAT MAY TAKE SOME GETTING USED TO.
- BESSY, I KNOW THIS IS ALL HAPPENING VERY FAST,
BUT IF IT'S ALL RIGHT WITH THE GIANT BRAIN OF EGON,
I WOULD LIKE YOU TO RULE AT MY SIDE AS QUEEN OF EARTH.
- QUEEN OF EARTH?
- BESSY, NO!
HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU.
I DO, AND I'LL PROVE IT.
smack!
- THE EARTH COW IS MINE.
TASTE PARTICLE BEAM!
- PIP, LOOK OUT!
[zapping]
- WHOA! WHOA!
clang!
[gasping]
- PIP! MY TINY SARCASM-SPEWING BUDDY!
WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?
- HE HAS BEEN FROZEN IN CARBOMITE.
HE WON'T BOTHER YOU AGAIN, MY DARLING.
- WHERE DO YOU COME OFF, FREEZE-DRYING MY FRIEND?
- BUT, DEAREST, HE DARED TO EXCHANGE ORAL ENZYMES WITH YOU.
- SWAP THIS, CREEP.
sploosh!
- [yells]
THAT SUBSTANCE! IT BURNS!
- AH, QUIT WHINING.
IT'S JUST MILK.
both: MILK? MILK? MILK?
- RUN AWAY! IT'S MILK!
[gibbering]
- WHAT DID YOU DO?
YOU COULD HAVE DISSOLVED HIM.
- QUICKLY, I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION.
- THANKS FOR THE PARTY.
- SO DID I MISS ANYTHING?
- I THINK BESSY... boom!
JUST SHOWED US HOW TO BEAT THOSE ALIEN CREEPS.
- OH.
boom!
NEEDS MORE CINAM--
boom!
- THE EARTH COWS ARE MORE DANGEROUS THAN WE THOUGHT.
ARE WE POWERED UP YET? - YES, SIR.
THE ARMADA AWAITS YOUR SIGNAL.
- THEN THE EARTH IS DOOMED.
- STEP AWAY FROM THE LEVER, TENTACLE BOY.
- FOOLS!
OUR BLASTERS FAR OUTNUMBER YOUR PRIMITIVE MILK WEAPONS.
- THAT'S WHY WE BROUGHT HELP.
- IT'S MILKIN' TIME, PUNKS.
zap!
splat! splat!
[zapping and splatting]
- TAKE THAT!
- AAAGH!
[splatting]
- HA HA HA!
[giggling]
- AHEM.
- OH, RIGHT. - OOPSIE.
HA HA!
- LITTLE BIT OF THIS.
LITTLE BIT OF THAT.
TAKE A BIT OF THIS.
- HA!
- WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF THAT BACK?
- AAUGH! - NO!
[snarls]
[crunching]
zap! - OH!
splat!
- OOH! [growls]
- TAKE THAT! [splatting]
[zapping]
- AAUGH!
- IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?
TAKE THIS!
zap! splat!
- NO! - [laughing]
[yelping]
[thumping]
- UH-OH.
thump!
[yelling]
thump!
OOF. OW.
[all moaning]
- OH, MY BACK.
- YOU ANIMALS HAVE A LOT OF HEART.
TOO BAD WE HAVE TEN OF THEM.
- BESSY, I GOT ONE MORE SHOT IN ME.
REATTACH MY BLASTER, AND MAYBE I CAN GET HIM.
- I GOT A BETTER IDEA.
- OH, THAT'S EMBARRASSING.
[moaning]
- WHY, BESSY?
I OFFERED YOU A WORLD.
- SORRY, ZORTGLIP.
WHEN YOU MESS WITH MY FRIENDS,
YOU HOP ON THE PAIN TRAIN.
I'LL JUST TAKE THIS.
zap!
- [groans]
OOF!
- YOU OKAY, MOUSE?
- I THINK SO.
I MEAN, FEEL WOOZY.
NEED SWEET COW LOVING.
- YEAH, DON'T PUSH IT.
- THANK GOODNESS WE STOPPED HIM BEFORE HE COULD PULL THAT LEVER.
- GUESS WE WON'T BE NEEDING THESE ANYMORE.
all: NO!
[beeping]
[whirring and zapping]
- PECK DID IT!
[tires screech]
- DUDE. - DUDE!
[monkey squeals]
[beeping]
- ANYONE ELSE JUST SOIL THEMSELVES?
- WE ALL DID, PIG.
BUT THERE'S STILL HOPE.
PIP, ACTIVATE THE SATELLITE DISH.
EVERYONE ELSE, TO THE COSTUME BIN!
- WEAPONS LOCKED ON TARGET, CAPTAIN.
- DESTROY THIS PLANET IMMEDIATELY.
- WAIT, I'M PICKING UP A SIGNAL.
- ON-SCREEN.
- OH, HELLO. I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE.
IF YOU'RE WATCHING THIS MESSAGE,
IT MEANS YOU'RE ABOUT TO RAVAGE OUR WORLD,
SO LET'S LEARN A LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT EARTH, THE MILK PLANET.
- OH, MY.
- THE CREAMIEST PLANET IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM,
EARTH IS OVER 90% MILK.
OUR MANY SCENIC WONDERS INCLUDE MOUNT MILKOTOA,
THE MILKLANTIC OCEAN,
AND FRANCE.
- C'EST SI BON.
- WHEN CONQUERING,
BE SURE TO AVOID THE MILKSOON SEASON.
sploosh!
- THIS IS HORRIFYING TO ME.
- BUT DON'T MISS MILKTOBERFEST,
WHEN WE DON OUR FESTIVE MILK SUITS
AND DANCE UNTIL THE MILK COMES MILKING DOWN THE MILK.
WELL, THAT'S ABOUT IT.
HAVE A GOOD CONQUEST, AND ENJOY YOUR NEW PLANET,
WHICH, AS I MENTIONED BEFORE,
IS PRETTY MUCH ALL MILK.
- ATTENTION, FLEET, REVERSE COURSE IMMEDIATELY.
ABANDON PLANET.
REPEAT, ABANDON PLANET.
- RUN AWAY! IT'S MILK! IT'S MILK!
[clanging]
whoosh!
- ABANDON PLANET!
ABANDON PLANET!
[whooshing]
[cheering]
- WELL, GUYS, WE SAVED THE EARTH,
TURNED THE SAUCER INTO A GIANT DANCE CLUB,
AND SENT THE ALIENS TO LAS VEGAS
TO HEADLINE THEIR OWN LOUNGE ACT.
- THANK YOU. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
THANK YOU. YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL CROWD.
- YES, BEAUTIFUL,
EXCEPT THAT GUY IN THE THIRD ROW.
HE HAS THE FACE OF A MELDEXIAN DUNG BEETLE.
[laughter]
AM I RIGHT?
I'M JUST KIDDING, SIR.
I KID OUT OF LOVE.
- AND SPEAKING OF LOVE, HIT IT, MARTY!
- * DON'T GO FLOXING MY SECONDARY MANDIBULAR VALVE *
- * I WON'T GO FLOXING YOUR SECONDARY MANDIBULAR VALVE *
- YOU STINK!
- AND PLUS... boom!
THERE'S STILL PLENTY OF CAKE LEFT.
- YUP, I GUESS EVERYTHING WORKED OUT ALL SHINY AND GOOD-LIKE.
- SURE DID,
UNLESS YOU COUNT MRS. BEADY BEING A DISEMBODIED HEAD.
- OH, DON'T WORRY.
FREDDY AND I PUT HER BACK TOGETHER
WITH THE ALIENS' RAY GUN.
- YEAH, SHE'S ALMOST AS GOOD AS NEW.
- ALMOST?
- NATHAN, WE HAVE A SITUATION HERE.
- MY TEAM HAS A SITUATION.
- UGH, JUST LOOK AT ME FOR ONE SECOND.
- UGH, SEEN YOU A MILLION TIMES.
- FINE, BUT DON'T BLAME ME IF DINNER IS LATE.
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU COOK A MEAL
WHEN YOUR ARM'S WHERE YOUR LEG SHOULD BE.
MAYBE I'LL GO ON THE GARALDO SHOW.
HE'LL BELIEVE ME ABOUT THE ALIENS.
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