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"Uh, Mummy, may I have a sugar cube?"
"Of course, bloke."
"Would you like an egg salad finger sandwich, Mummy?"
"Oh, no, thank you. Very gross."
"Ooh. Perhaps a crustless cucumber?"
Hello.
Who is it?
Put it on speaker.
Um...
Hmm.
Uh...
Hmm.
Ah.
Oh...
it's a butt dial.
Oh, he moved his butt.
Al... right... De... an... Kim.
Did she say, "Dean Kim"?
Dean Kim's the dean at my university.
We must create a diversion...
and... fun... for the scholar...
...ship.
This is very weird.
"Diversion of scholarship funds"?
Noisy street.
- Yes? - Are you guys
with the Federal Bungalow of Investigation?
No.
- How'd you know? - I mean, unmarked van, nice parking space,
- little satellite dish. - It's pretty obvious.
Aw, man.
We got made, partner.
Aw, man. Again.
Can we borrow your top-notch headphones for a bit?
Uh, no, you cannot borrow our--
Wait, is that a doggy bag from the Plaza?
They're still doing tea?
Heck yeah! For another 15 minutes. Hurry!
We can keep an eye on your van.
'Kay. But just use the headphones,
and don't touch anything. Seriously.
There's a box of confiscated fireworks in the back, okay?
Be careful. Bye!
Well, this dried up.
...acquire and destroy.
Pegasus... field.
"Pegasus Field"?
That's Table Town's most beloved national park!
Yes! It's where all the pegasuses live!
Wait, is it pegasuses or pegasi?
...all of the 18 holes...
Eighteen holes?
Like golf course 18 holes?
Wait, the dean of my university is diverting scholarship funds
to secretly buy the land rights to Pegasus Field
and turn it into a golf course?
What about the pegasuses?
What's gonna happen to them?
I love all this open space.
Five p. Quittin' time.
We need to see the paperwork for Pegasus Field.
To make sure it's protected land.
Oh, I'm actually on my way out.
Glarbin Gloobin, do your civic duty!
Okay, Pegasus Field.
"Is Pegasus Field protected"?
Huh.
It's not. I-I swore it was.
Oh, gosh. Total nightmare.
Can you make it protected?
Yes! Seems there's a very simple drop-down menu option.
Hold on. It's loading.
It works a little slower after 5 p.
Okay!
Pegasus Field is now protected land.
You're all set.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
I'm mad... furious.
- ...Pegasus... - That confirms it. They were gonna buy it.
We have no choice
but to take out the little green fella from the hall.
What? They're eliminating Glarbin.
This has gone way too far.
Glarb, you're in danger!
We have to get you somewhere safe!
I knew this day would come.
Um...
Uh, G-Glarbin, we gotta go.
I was gonna quickly make a sandwich.
Hurry!
Shh.
Since our initial plans have been foiled,
we must now destroy the entire city.
He's out of control. Is the dean always like this?
No, but he's clearly a master manipulator.
We have to confront him face to face.
You have access to all...
of Table Town's resources.
Whatever you need to protect me.
And to protect the city of Table Town, too?
Yeah, sure.
What say we end this meeting early and...
hit the links.
I love golf.
It's over, Dean Kim.
Yeah, we won't let you destroy the city,
just like we didn't let you turn Pegasus Field into a golf course.
Hah! That's right. That was us!
We are stopping your evil plans!
My evil plan to do what?
What is all this?
Oh, don't play dumb, you genius.
We've been listening to you all day,
because you butt-dialed my mom!
That's impossible. My phone's in the shop.
Huh. Where?
Everything's in place.
We begin destructor mode... the hour.
Whoa!
- See? - We'll track the call,
intercept them in no time.
- Wait, you can do that? - Of course.
Okee...
the call is coming from...
the old abandoned cave on the outskorts of town.
Now let's do this
like it's the first time we've done it today.
We'll have to sneak around to the engine room.
That way, we take--
Who dares disturb our sacred game?
Game?
Yeah, our game.
Star Star Throne Quest.
Reggie?
I'm sorry. Reggie?
Yeah.
You correctly identified me.
Would anyone else like to try?
Looks like we found our butt dialer.
But where's the voice we were hearing all day?
You mean this voice? Ahem.
Hello, Kiff. It is I, Admiral Hardwick
of the Astronomical Alliance.
- Oh! - Oh!
- That is the voice. - Okay, yeah.
But someone called you Dean Kim.
That was Liz K. talking
to our other nerd friends, Dee and Kim.
- Oh. - Oh, okay.
- That's funny. - Yeah, okay.
What about "diversion, funds, scholarship"?
We had to create a diversion.
I said, "Hey, it'll be fun."
There was an enemy scholar on our ship
who we suspected was feeding theories back to his peeps.
Oh. Woof.
Okay, well, you literally said,
"Acquire and destroy Pegasus Field."
We acquired a nuclear device
that allowed us to destroy an asteroid field
near the Pegasus constellation.
What about the 18 holes?
Ah, very good memory, Beryl.
Our spaceship suffered 18 holes
from the aforementioned asteroids.
Wow, so it really was just a big misunderstanding.
No. No, no. What about getting your vengeance
on the "little green fella from the hall"?
How is that not Glarbin?
That is Glarbin. He usually plays with us,
and today, he was a no-show for some reason.
He must be punished.
We take group attendance very seriously.
Well, I'm humbled.
And sorry?
Oh! That, too. Of course. Of course.
Oh, don't be sorry. This is more action than I've seen my whole career.
- Yeah. - We were bored, too.
What the...
Ah, we needed a new van, anyway.
Quite a show you put on back there.
Please don't fire my mom.
I would never.
Literally, I can't.
She has tenure. Brilliant woman.
Mummy, I believe
we caused a bit of a stir. Ho, ho, ho, ho.
Well, all's well that ends well, wouldn't you say, bloke?
Wouldn't you say? Hmm? Wouldn't you?
Anyone up for a little Star Star Throne Quest?
Chirp.