Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

You and I will be reborn.

In a future place and time.

If everything our
Hindu brethren say is true.

In an age of things that hover.

You and I will still be lovers.

And we'll say to ourselves.

That was then and this is, too.

Doo-doo-be-doo, doo-doo

'Cause we'll still find
the happening hot spots.

We'll still cruise the cool casinos.

You'll still fly me to the moon.

Although the moon to which you fly me.

Could be Phobos or Deimos.

The psychic worms from Rigel nine.

Who control everything we do.

Will make us think that was then.

And 3010 is exactly the same as 1962.

Don't expect any changes, my friend.

That was then and this is, too.

Wow, Mars Vegas.
Long live the eternal city.

Two, one, zero!

Rest in hell, Crapville!

Out here in the desert,
we're gonna build bigger, better Vegas.

Bathtubs size of oceans,
hookers size of bouncers.

Hamburger!

Stand clear of the closing jaws.

Yo, you need any
girders bent, I know a guy.

So what's gonna
be over there, Dad?

That? That the oasis.

Future site of Oasis Hotel.

Take that,
you stupid Mother Nature.

Okay. Let's hit him hard.

This land is your land
This land is my land.

Who are you noisy women?

I'm Frida Waterfall, leader of the
Greenorita Eco-Feminist Collective,

and we will not let you man-doze
this beautiful gyno-desert.

Well, I'm Leo Wong, and I say, "Boom."

Hey, what happened to my femi-necklace?
And where's my mega-fem?

Is he badly hurt, Dr. Zoidberg?

I don't quite know how to say this.

Fry is dead!

Wait, not dead. The other thing.

Damn eco-broads!

You can't even spray for eagles
without upsetting these kooks.

Now, hang on.
Before you do construction,

don't you have to make sure
you're not harming any native species?

You mean, cursory
environmental survey?

Already done! By top scientist.

Oh, my, yes.
You've got the go-ahead, Mr. Wong.

This place is deader than last year's cat.

No, it's not!

There's precious life
right here in this scum puddle.

Ah!

Cyprinodon martius.
The desert muck leech.

Amazingly, the entire species
lives in this one tiny stinkhole.

k*lling these will be so much easier
than exterminating those ponies.

Wait a second.

Leeches may not be
cuddly like pandas or tribbles,

but these poor
endangered creatures deserve...

Get off me!

I'll get it with my trusty foot cups:
Stompy and Smashy.

No, don't k*ll it! We have to...

There. They're not endangered anymore.
They're extinct.

No, they're not. I saved this one.

And I'm gonna raise it and care for it,

so the world will
forever know what it's lost.

You freaking slime wad!

No. I k*lled it.
It was the last of its kind.

Mother. Let go of me, you...

Poor thing.

Tell you what, Fry.
You all promise not to sue me,

I give you token for free
entry in poker tournament.

He took it, you all saw it!

Maybe we did, maybe we didn't.
What's in it for me, Bender?

Okay, okay. Come back
when New Vegas opens,

I give you all free rooms,

free dinner and
free tickets to Celine Dion.

Lose the Celine Dion tickets
and you got yourself a deal.

All right, damn it, done!

All right, I scored.

Look out, Vegas, I've got a system.

Oh.

I'm bankrupt.

You said it, Hermes.
He is pathetic, but lovable.

Yup. What? I said no such thing, man.

I am not acting weird, Leela.
Why is everyone talking at once?

Fry, calm down and stop braining.

Yeah, Fry, maybe you need...

You're right, Amy!
Maybe I do need some fresh air.

Man, I'm worried about him.

But not enough to stop
gambling for even a single second.

You win, damn it!

It's all in the wrist.

Voices always yelling.

Who said that? I'm not insane.
Stop it. Stop talking in me!

Voices bothering you, man?
I've been there.

You need one of these doodangs.

A foil hat?
Of course, he likes pastrami.

What about the dog's testicles?

Hey, it worked.
The voices stopped.

They've got a huge
selection of carburetors...

Hang on. Hang on.

That's better. My name's Hutch.

Hi, Hutch. So what's with the
obnoxious, shrieking voices?

Are my fillings picking up The View?

No, man. Truth is,
it's other people's thoughts.

You're a mind reader.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Although, actually, it was sort of obvious.

You don't believe me?
Take off the helmet.

- I believe you.
- Seriously, do it.

Testing, testing.
Do you read me?

- Loud and clear.
- What?

I said, "Loud and clear."

Only I said it with my
thinker, not my talker.

Whoa! Freaky.
Why can't I read your thoughts?

I don't know. Wait.
What's that about a secret society?

Never mind that. Just keep
the foil on and you'll be okay.

Also, it'll keep the Dark Ones
from incinerating your brain.

That's a plus.

And don't ever, ever, ever
tell anyone you can read minds,

or the Dark Ones
will get you like that.

Hang on, pizza grease.

Like that.

Jeez, get a load of
the batteries on her.

I'd like to get my clamps on those.

Give her a jump,
you know what I mean?

Whoa, whoa.

Show some decorum there,
Clamps. This ain't no strip show.

This is a beguiling display
of the pornographic arts.

Yo, Skip, I can see a guy's butt.

Oh, Michael, this is the perfect
end to a perfect honeymoon.

I love you so much.

- Is this seat taken?
- Actually, we...

Slide me those chicken wings.

So what part of
Podunk you rubes from?

The north-eastern.

Monsieurs et mademoiselles,

our circus of the senses now arrives
by steamboat in New Orleans, circa 2873.

The muted lament of a trombone
resonates through the fog,

which lingers even now, months
after the attack of the fog monster.

With but one hope of restoring
Gearoticus to his throne,

our sensual fate
rests in the gyrations of.

Fanny.

Oh.

Yes?

I'm Bender. Let's do it.

Who is it, the Feds?

Aren't you the Donbot,
head of the Robot Mafia?

Allegedly.
And this is my beloved wife, Fanny,

whose honor I would
proudly defend with a power drill.

Well, I gotta go drown a stoolie.

I'm gonna be in here a while, so do
me a favor and drive my wife home.

It's one of them self-driving cars, so
just sit in the back and do whatever.

Oh, Bender,
your lips are intoxicating.

It's like kissing
an ashtray full of hot wings.

My God, I really can read minds.
I have a superpower!

There must be something
great I can do with this.

Hello, ladies,
I can read your thoughts.

Oh, wait, that's invisibility.

Poker. With my mind-reading
abilities and my invisibility...

Wait, no, just the mind reading.
I can't lose!

Sign me up for the tournament, please.

Okey-doke, Jiffy Pop.
Entry fee's 50,000 smackers.

50,000?

Drat, all I have is my life savings

and a token for free admission
to this poker tournament.

Close enough.

You're having an affair with
the head of the robot mafia's wife?

Yup, this is
her I'm making out with.

Bender, are you crazy?

No, it's Fry who's crazy in this one.

I'm not crazy.

You sure you're okay, Fry?

I mean, you do have
tin foil on your head.

So? You got a leech on your neck.

And speaking of sucking on your
neck, want to go to a movie later?

Hey, there!
How are you folks doing tonight?

Great. What are the specials?

Well, let's see now.
We've got a wonderful grizzly bear

that's been dipped in cornmeal
and lightly tormented.

- Questions?
- What was the bear's name?

- Jojo.
- Ooh, I'll have him.

- Hide me!
- Hey, Donbot,

ain't that your wife what
with you had that wedding with?

Donbot, honey!
What a pleasant shock!

I was just having dinner alone,
when suddenly you walk in on us.

Alone, huh?

Where am I?

I was exploring a wormhole through space
many light years from this restaurant,

when suddenly I was
surrounded by darkness.

Hot, sexy darkness.

Why, hello, Donbot! Hello, miss,
have we met? I'm Bender.

The world's most sexual robot.

I mean, the world's most
boundary-respecting robot.

Nice to see you, Bender.
Welcome back to our universe.

Listen, sugar, I stuck up
the Burlington Coat Factory

and got you a little something.
It's a $49 value.

Donbot, I love you!

- Not really.
- Man, this is great!

I always wanted to nail a dame
in a fur coat, and now's my chance.

I mean, if you'll introduce me to
one, sir. One as sexy as you, baby!

Bender out.

I never felt so alive, Bender.

Listen, this turquoise-encrusted
bra is worth 50 grand.

Let's sell it and run off
before the Donbot gets wise.

No. It will take a lot more money
than that to make a girl like you happy.

- No, it won't.
- Yeah, it will. Shut up!

We'll run off, but not till after I win
the Universal Poker Championship!

One entry, please.

Bender, no! You can't beat
the best players in the universe.

- You're not lucky enough.
- Oh, no? I'm 40% lucky.

The scrap metal I'm made from
included a truckload of horseshoes

from the luckiest racehorses in Mexico,
who had just been sent to a glue factory.

- They don't sound so lucky to me.
- Not without their shoes.

That's great!

Here, Bendy, take this.
It will give you 70% more luck.

It's the Donbot's lucky robot's foot.

All right!
With two kinds of luck, I can't lose.

No, wait, three.
I stepped on a leprechaun.

Yo, you see this over here over there?

I'm powering up the clamps.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let us not rush to judgment.

But, Skip, that was your lucky robot's
foot what came off of your lucky leg.

While it is true that I did wake up
with only one foot this morning,

there is no proof that my
beloved Fanny was involved.

Aside from the hacksaw
I found under her pillow.

Well, what about that Bender guy?
You want I should give him the clamps?

Not yet, Clamps. Only one thing
can prove that he has my lucky foot.

t*rture with the clamps
or a clamp-like device?

No. We are gonna sit tight and see
if he wins the poker tournament.

He does, that proves
he's packing my lucky foot,

in which event...

The clamps!

Or a clamp-like device.

Welcome viewers
who fell asleep with the TV on!

It's the 3009 no-limit
hold 'em championship.

I'm the massive head
of Penn Jillette,

and here with a color
commentary, my partner Teller.

Our act really didn't
change much when he died.

Pardon me, I'm new to this game.

Is this duffle bag big
enough for all your money?

Bender? Oh, boogers.
We're in the same tournament.

Quick, get your entry fee
back before I bankrupt you.

In your dreams, nutloaf.

Bite my shiny metal hat.

Tex Connecticut,
the pride of Kansas City, first to act.

Smiley Spiff, up next.

Looks like Boobs Vanderbilt
has a decent pair.

Also, she's got two eights.

And Bender Rodriguez picks
up a lucky deal right off the bat.

Two aces.
I'm thinking guitar solo.

I fold.

Holy crap! A stunning play by
mentally ill newcomer Philip Fry.

It's almost as if
he knew Bender had two aces.

Bender has two aces? I'm out.

- I'm out.
- I'm out.

Suck my luck!

See this g*n?

That's what I'm gonna
do to Bender if he wins.

All in. Call my mighty bid at your peril.

My cards are awful, and I need a hug.

I call your bluff.

I shall annihilate...

I just wanted to
make my daddy proud.

Well, you didn't. I want you and
your junk moved out by Monday.

It's getting
pretty intense, folks.

Based on the state of
decomposition of Teller's head,

we're now in hour
19 of the tournament.

And the first bad deal
of the night for Bender.

Hey, pal, help me out here.
This is the worst possible hand, right?

I'm all in.

All in! I mean, fold. Whatever.

Well, Bender's luck just ran out.
No card can save him from elimination.

Oh, my gourds! He's dead.

21, winner!

I'm so full of luck,
it's sh**ting out like luck diarrhea.

Wake up, poker fans!

We're down to our final two players in
heads-up action for the Championship.

Your perspective, Teller?

All in.

But you didn't even
look at your cards!

Looking at one's cards is
a crutch for players who rely on skill.

Any day now, Fry. You in or out?

What's the matter, Fry,
you scared? Or just crazy?

All right, all in.

Yes! Four aces!

Ah-ah-ah.

Read 'em and weep,
and then tell me what they are.

Two kings. And with three on the board,
that gives Bender five kings.

- But how is that...
- I don't believe it.

Bender has just been
dealt the King of Beers,

a coaster from the bar that
somehow got mixed into the deck.

But it still counts!

Bender win the Championship!

That's some good money.

You did it, Bender.
You're the greatest.

Tell me something
I don't know, sweetass.

Now, let's boogie.

We'll be in Space Tahiti before
the Donbot knows what hit him.

Now I am suspicious.

Okay, we finished digging this
shallow grave. Can we go now?

Poor Bender left me one last voicemail

before the Robot Mafia
buried him in the desert.

Fry, old friend,
before I die, I just wanted to say...

Hang on, I'm getting another call. Hello?

Line up, people! Everyone take
a shovel and one sixth of the planet.

We'll meet back here in 50 years,
our bodies broken and our lives wasted.

And you say these are free shovels?

I'm back, baby.

Bender! I thought the
Robot Mafia k*lled you.

Nah, they just shot us and buried us
a few times as a warning.

Bender was so brave.

He never stopped making out with me
the whole time they were sh**ting us.

I sure didn't.

I gotta get back to my husband, baby.
Will I see you tonight?

Probably not.

It's a 14-footer with a clown hazard.
What club you recommend, Baggy?

As on every hole,
I suggest the putter.

Your golf club sure is classy,
Mr. Wong. Naked statue classy.

It is very nice.

I just wish Amy and I didn't have to
wear these sexist badges on our melons.

We're lucky even to play as guests, Leela.

Dad's club has a very
strict "No girls allowed" policy.

- That doesn't seem fair.
- It really is.

Everybody knows women
don't have the focus

to play miniature golf
at a professional level.

But that's the
best shot of the day!

Is that my ball?
I think that my ball.

- Great putt, Dad.
- Okay, we're done.

Mr. Wong, how do you keep this place
so green in the middle of the desert?

Doesn't that waste a lot of water?

Nah, we got plenty water,
pumped directly from flamingo lake.

They'll be fine.

Oh, yeah, I love miniature golf.
Love everything about it,

except how damn miniature it is.

That's why I'm building the universe's
biggest miniature golf course.

- This the first tee.
- Where's the hole?

On Pluto's moon, Hydra.

It's a six-billion-mile par-two.
Tough shot, even for a man.

Around the sun.
Bank off Jupiter.

And right into the...

I'll be right back.

It dropped in!
Put me down for a two.

Two.

Keep in mind,
that just the first hole.

For full course, we gonna bulldoze
this entire arm of the Milky Way.

What? You're gonna wipe out 10%
of the galaxy for a stupid golf course?

First of all, it 12%.
Second, yes, you betcha.

But you have no idea what life
forms might be evolving out there.

That's exactly why
I'm hiring an impartial scientist

to perform an environmental survey.
That's him in the money shower.

Delivery boy's log. Having fallen
asleep on what I thought was the toilet,

I awoke to find
the environmental survey in progress.

- Status reports, Science Officer.
- Zilcho. No sign of life or intelligence.

Just like Fry on a date.

Hey!

Okay, so we haven't
found any life yet.

I still don't see why you men can't be
happy with regular-sized miniature golf.

Leela, evolution has
programmed our fabulous male brains

to take anything anybody else thinks
is important and make it bigger.

Have you seen my new 301-inch TV?

Hypnotoad is brought to
you by the MagnaPhallix 302-inch TV.

It's bigger!

Oh, hell!

Captain, I'm detecting
life on the spock-o-scope!

It's amazing. It's like
a textbook on evolution.

Except in Kansas.

But isn't Mr. Wong
building the 18th hole here?

And the golf pants museum?

Indeed so. This whole
area will be incinerated

when he implodes that
sun there into a black hole.

That beautiful violet star?

It's so you can't keep
your ball at the end of the game.

Yo, that's messed up.

Well, there won't be any imploding once
they read our environmental review.

- Right, Professor?
- Twaddle-squat.

There's no scientific
consensus that life is important.

Yeah. Life, schmife.

Approved for demolition.

It's you and me, ponytail.

We're here, Mr. President.

Let's play some mini-golf.

Now, just give it a light tap, Agnew.
No, no, no, just a light...

Now for a triple clam dip, with a double...

Ow!

Tough luck, Agnew. Looks like you
and Wong owe me a Charleston Chew.

- Shut up and hear our wisdom.
- Shut up and hear our wisdom.

- Save the ecosystem.
- Save the ecosystem.

Shut up and hear
our wisdom! Save the ecosystem!

What gives, Wong?
You said no chicks allowed.

We are the Greenorita
Eco-Feminist Collective,

and we will not let you...
What was it again?

We will not let you implode
the violet dwarf star

at galactic coordinates
167.84, -58.03, mark 948.

Already approved, you cackling hens.

So get out, or I'll have vice-president
Agnew's headless body throw you out.

I'd like to see him try.

Me, too. Should look funny.
Sic 'em, Agnew.

Runaway golf cart!

Look out, Agnew!

- Whoa!
- Aah!

Is he okay?

No pulse.

They k*lled the headless
remains of Agnew. Arrest them!

All feministas
she-vacuate the premises.

I mean "femises."

My fellow Earthicans,

these eco-crooks will
face the maximum sentence.

For k*lling a headless
torso, that's six weeks.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Here I've been blabbing on
for years about k*lling all humans,

and who actually does
something about it? Some chick.

Leela's not a k*ller,
and she's not some chick.

She's the chick I love.

And don't tell her
I called her a chick, or she'll k*ll me.

Everyone stay absolutely quiet!

- That thing's on.
- Turn it off!

Oh, sorry.

How do you turn it off?

There. Did that do it?

No. Stop it. Shut up.

Here's the button here.

And I think I... Now I got it.

Let me give you a hand.

This is awful.

I never meant for our protest to
have any effect. Now what do we do?

Maybe we should just surrender
and serve our six weeks in jail.

Hey, yeah! We could do each
other's toenails and make shivs.

That's crazy.
We've done nothing wrong,

other than k*lling and
dismembering the vice-president.

We need to make a choice, sisters.

We can either keep pestering criminals
like Leo Wong with silly slogans...

- Yeah.
- Let's do that.

Actually, I meant that to be
the less preferable alternative.

We can either chant slogans
or we can take action.

What was the first choice again?

I choose to save the environment by
sabotaging Leo Wong's golf course.

Who's with me?

Could we still use our bullhorns?

Absolutely.

Bullhorns are a core
principle of eco-feminism.

Then I'm in.

Uh, take that.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah

lzzy, lzzy, ah
Zizah, zizah, zizah.

Girls be talkin'
Like they all rah, rah.

Who's ready to kick
some sweaty man-butt?

I've got my pointy
man-kicking shoes on.

Those are cute.

Aren't they?
I got them at Nine West.

Simmer down, warriors.
Full power to the vagyroscope!

Those dirty rings.

I tried soaking them out,
even blasting them out.

Are you sure about this?

It would be better for propaganda
if we weren't using refined sugar.

It's okay. The potato we're
shoving in the tailpipe is organic.

I smell sabotage.

And potatoes.

Now, unfortunately, the media is
going to put a negative spin on this,

like when we k*lled that guy,

so to win public support,
we'll need a lovable mascot.

Squirm all you want,
you nasty dumpling.

One less species for the universe,
one more breakfast for...

- Zoidberg?
- Leela.

Me saving things the leech.
Not the eating of it.

Zoidberg, I'm very surprised
at you, slightly.

- Psst! Leela.
- Shh! I'm a fugitive.

I know. I miss you so much, Leela,
even more than when you were here.

I miss you, too, Fry.

And you probably think
what I'm doing is wrong.

But it's something
I really care about...

You don't have to explain, Leela.

You're you.
That's all I need to know.

Goodbye, sweet goofbag.

I'll miss her, too, buddy.

- Dibs on her iPod.
- Dibs on...

Hey, Fry! Long time, man.

Hey, Hutch! What have you been up to?

Same old, same old.
Searching the dumpsters,

protecting my thoughts
with tin foil, peeing myself.

So, what brings you to Earth?

It's top secret. Hey, take off
your helmet and I'll think it to you.

Okay. Here goes.

Where are you? And me?

The Great Hall of
the Ancient Legion of Madfellows.

Welcome, bro.

- Welcome, bro.
- Welcome, bro.

Sorry I bashed your
head in, buddy, but I had to.

You see, the fate of the
universe depends on you.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.
- The Grand Curator will tell you more.

Take me to him.

- Hey, man.
- Hey.

So dig this, Fry.

Our commune has been
monitoring the universe's life energy

for, like, a really long time,
and we're grokking some super weird junk.

I don't mean to be rude, but it's
kind of hard to take you seriously

when you say junk
like "grok" and "junk."

- What about "commune"?
- Especially "commune."

Come on, it's the fate of
the universe, puff it up a little.

Like you could say
your ancient order is sensing

deep upheaval in the
cosmic life energy field.

Okay. I'll try. So, like,
a really, really long time ago...

Eons ago!

Cool.

Eons ago, the life force we call
Chee permeated the universe.

The Green Chee generated a great
upwelling of life across the cosmos.

But then, for reasons unknown...

Ooh. "Reasons unknown."

Now that's the sort of hook that
grabs the attention of me, the viewer.

For reasons unknown...

Nice.

The Chee began to recede,
and the diversity of life began to wither.

The life forms we know today

are but a fraction of a fraction of
the magnificence that once existed.

But a bunch of dudes, right,

they totally passed this far-out
knowledge down through the ages.

Some with
this knowledge were called prophets,

some, fruitcakes. We, the Legion
of Madfellows, are their heirs.

Hey, I'm on TV.

- Well, that's the show.
- Neat. What's it got to do with me?

Pooperdoodle!
I mean, pardon the omission.

You see, after untold eternities,
we have sensed a resurgence in the Chee.

Hey, that's the violet dwarf star
that Leela wants to save.

Freaking nailed it, corndog.

We believe this star
heralds a new green age,

and it's your destiny to be
its shepherd and protector.

Me? Why?

'Cause you got, like,
no delta brainwave, man.

The Dark Ones can't
groove off your thoughts.

Silence, Hutch!
You shall learn more in time, Fry.

But for now,
let's just say we have enemies,

enemies who can read
minds, except yours.

Cool. I can't wait to tell Leela.

No! If you tell anyone,
then their thoughts could be read,

and our enemies would
know of our existence.

For the sake of those you love,
you must keep this secret.

- Do you foot-swear?
- Okay. I foot-swear.

Good. Now, to save the
coming of the green age,

you must stop this man.

I know him. Leo Wong.
I work with his daughter.

Good, that will cut about
15 minutes of explanation.

You must gain Wong's confidence,
infiltrate his organization

and prevent him from
destroying the violet dwarf.

- Looking for a job, eh?
- Yes, sir.

Nothing fancy. I'm willing to start at
the bottom and infiltrate my way up.

Sorry, no openings right now.

What I need is security guard to
keep nutcases out of my office.

- I'm good at keeping nutcases.
- I said no way.

Security guard gotta be tough.

This idiot don't look like
he could handle those feministas.

I look like an idiot who
can handle those feministas.

He'll have to do better than that.

I'll have to do better than that.

Hmm. You and I think a lot alike.

You really think you can
stand up to those eco-freakos?

Sir, with me around,
they'll be the least of your worries.

Stand by, men. And manly aliens.
Prepare to test fire King Kong hole.

It workses.

Good job, men. And manly aliens.

Construction of
King Kong hole complete.

Typical.
Always King Kong, never Queen Quong.

What are those, hooks?
Get out of heres, you hookers.

This is my turfs.

Helpses!

You go, gorilla!

Our top story.
The string of eco-vandalism

that began with a harmless
vice-presidential k*lling

has spread across the galaxy.

Why do you always get to
read the top story, Morbo?

Because viewers trust a deep male
voice and huge, throbbing forehead veins.

Not all reaction to the crime
spree has been negative.

We spoke with several people who viewed
these courageous eco-feminists as heroes.

I just wish there was
some way to... Excuse me.

Some way to show I support 'em.
Send them some smokes or something.

So you make more than
twice what I do. What?

Root 2 News has
received a video communique

from the eco-feminists'
unknown hideout.

This is sub-commander L.,

den mother of the
Feminista Revolutionary Collective,

with a message for Leo Wong.

Leo, you're a parasite on the universe,
and parasites must be destroyed.

That's why we've adopted
this parasite as our mascot.

I know it's a little confusing.

The point is, even this
vicious leech has a right to exist,

because it's a part of nature.

And that's why a vicious leech
like Leo Wong must be exterminated.

Again, confusing.

We call on women
everywhere to join our struggle

against eco-chauvinist Leo Wong.

We especially need
good communique writers.

Feministas unite!

- In other news...
- Feministas unite!

Feministas unite!

Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

You're telling me this TiVo machine
can pause and rewind live TV?

These crazy broads
gonna ruin me, Nixon.

You gotta help me.
Send the army or something.

Something big that sh**t.

Sir, I don't care if you
are my biggest contributor.

Our armed forces do not serve
your private business interests.

Sorry, I...

I'm just yanking your chain, Leo.
I'm on it like boring on Gerry Ford.

Zapp Brannigan purporting for duty.

For the love of God, Kif,
less piccolo, more fife.

Report, Brannigan.

Mr. President, I failed to identify
these curvaceous banditas

despite hours of staring
at their dossiers.

Yet, I seemed to have
stroked myself upon good luck,

for a patriot of the highest order
has volunteered to lead us to them.

These eco-feminists
are ruthless criminals

who'll stop at nothing
to save the environment.

I don't see how
a bending unit can catch them.

Not just any bending unit,
Presidente.

I happen to be brilliant,
fearless and short on cash.

Slush him, Kroker.

Bender here has identified the femdito
commander as my ex-lover, Turanga Leela,

whom I once made love at.

And he's willing to fink
her out for a few simoleons?

It's not about the money, Nixon,
though I'd like much more.

It's 'cause Leela's a threat.
A threat to my reputation.

She's committed 30 felonies
in 12 star systems.

If no one stops her, she'll break
my record for longest rap sheet.

That's a despicable motive,
Bender, and I respect it.

Now, I could find Leela, but
you'll need to authorize a wiretap.

- As many as you like.
- I only need one.

Let's call it six.

Question. If you don't know where
Leela is, how can you wiretap her?

I'm not wiretapping her,
Greensleeves.

You see, like all women,
Leela has one weakness.

Hello, weakness!

Hey, Bender, check it out.
I'm Leo Wong's new security guard.

I got an ID badge and a flashlight,
and I ordered this mustache.

Neat. Say, speaking of
whatever the hell you just said,

I need to make a cell
phone telephone call.

Can borrow your
cell phone telephone?

Okay, but don't
restart my Tetris.

I was finally about
to get one of those pieces

that looks like a backwards "L."

Okay, superstud.

Looking good, security.
No feministas getting past you.

No, sir. Not on my
mustache's watch.

Fry, I can't believe you're working
with my dad against Leela.

How can you claim to be
her friend and still want her in jail?

It's a tightrope walk,
I won't deny it.

It takes the kind of multi-sided
thinking your dad's so brilliant at.

- You mean being two-faced?
- Don't mind cranky-pants here.

She been cranky ever since
she was a fat little girl.

Dad!

Can I be brutally honest, Fry?
I always wanted a son.

That hurt, but I can take it.

I knew you wanted a son!

Why do you think I became
a miniature golf champion?

Why do you think I wear
these stupid boys' sweat suits?

To hide your
big, fat butt, that's why.

Now, sir, in fairness,
Amy's butt is actually pretty hot.

What is it with you men?

Why does everything
revolve around my butt?

'Cause it's so big and massive.

- Sorry.
- That's it!

Why don't you just adopt Fry and
make him the son you never had?

That'll replace the daughter
you don't have anymore!

Whoa! What's with Big Butt?

She just hungry.

- Here you go, Fry.
- Thanks.

Oh! FYI, I dropped that Tetris piece in
the wrong place and ended the game.

No!

Great! Now Amy's gonna
tell Leela I'm a jerk.

If only I could explain
I'm on a secret mission against evil.

Wait. Evil? Yeah, yeah, evil.

What's going on in there?
A scary noise?

Hey, you're one of
Leela's feministas.

"Save the environment!
Wo-mandate Leo's retirement!"

That's terrible writing!
Stop making your point so ineffectively!

Take your mands off of me!

I'm on your side.

Don't shush me.

Please, can you take
a message to Leela?

What is it?

Just say her sweet goofbag is working to save
the violet dwarf star, just like she is.

Very well,
I'll fem-municate your man-formation.

Just tell her.

Well, this is it, old friends.
Planet Express is done for,

what with our
delivery crew missing

and the abysmal sales
of Tickle Me Bender.

Quit touching my junk, pervert!

Hold out your hands
and I'll remove your career chips.

I hate to see it come to an end.

When will it end?

Shouldn't you get that, Professor?

I suppose.

Hello?

Professor, old buddy,

I'm gonna blow up
the violet dwarf star.

So I need you deliver
billion-mile security fence

to keep out protesters.
Dirty business. Lot of money.

You corrupt enough?

Damn skippy!

Good news, crybabies!
We're back in business.

Sweet kookaburra of Edinburgh, Professor.
You sure you know how to fly this thing?

I invented it, didn't I?
You wouldn't ask Thomas Edison

whether he knew
how to use a sexmatron.

The feministas, probably.

Halt! What are you doing
in this parallelogram of space?

We're delivering a fence to
keep you ladies in your place.

- Amy?
- Labarbara?

That's right, husband.

From now on, you make
your own Manwiches.

Under the articles of the confemiracy,
we hereby wo-mandeer this ship.

Oh, no, you don't.
It's three against three.

That was the greatest play I ever saw.
It must have had 20 acts.

We installed your fence, Leo Wong.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Should we shout a clever slogan?

You mean something like,
"The best defense is a good fence?"

Yeah, something
like that, only funny.

I wish we could,

but our chief slogan writer is
back at the Honeybun Hideout.

Does "violet dwarf" rhyme
with "men are dorks"?

It does through a megaphone.

That reminds me, I've got to
tell Leela about that weirdo

who wants to save
the violet dwarf.

So, the Legion
of Madfellows has a new pawn, eh?

Is somebody here?

If you're the DSL guy,
you're two days late.

Who gave you that message for Leela?

I don't know his name.

Then you are of no use to the Dark Ones!

Long lost brother, avenge my death.

Where are your crappy
rhymes now, Frida Waterfall?

I'm dead. I'm dead.

Eat only natural whole-grain bread.

Six, seven, eight Lock the gate.

One, two, three Turn the key

30, 50, 10.

- My dirty, shifty friend?
- Hey, Fry, long time.

Welcome back to the
Legion of Madfellows, man.

Why'd you bonk me, you idiot?

You could have just
asked me to come with you.

And where are we? This doesn't
look like your regular dumpster.

All in good time!

I guess now is a good time.

We are on Mars,
in a forgotten cavern

abandoned by the native
Martians a million years ago.

Actually, it was five years ago.
I remember 'cause they washed my socks.

You have done well, Fry.

You have ingratiated
yourself with Leo Wong.

Yup, I kissed his ass
from cheek to shining cheek.

So, what do I do next?

As Wong security chief,

you will be on hand when
he attempts to destroy the violet dwarf.

You must not let that happen.

"Must let happen."

Not happen!

"Must let occur."

Let me tell you a story.
A story of two alien species

so ancient that compared to them
the human race is a mere college senior!

On a distant planetoid they evolved
to cooperate in their quest to survive.

Cooperation, because
life is a team sport.

But, over time,
one species evolved a better strategy,

and an evolutionary arms race began.

That concludes the audio-visual
portion of our head-clonk and lecture.

Wait, what happened
to the snakes and the frogs?

I need to know!

The frogs, or possibly the snakes,
evolved into vicious k*lling machines,

honed by the merciless forces of
natural selection and intelligent design.

We call these the Dark Ones!

These evil creatures preyed on all life,
driving species after species to extinction.

Meanwhile, however,

the second species evolved
to fend off the Dark Ones,

befriending and protecting
all other living things.

- Even Celine Dion?
- Probably.

We call these noble
beings the Encyclopods,

because their DNA incorporates

the DNA of every endangered
species they encountered,

so they can recreate
them if they go extinct.

Just as a pillow, a wig and a corncob pipe
can be used to recreate my old girlfriend!

Bingo.

Meanwhile, at the Honeybun Hideout.

There! Now you know how it feels
to be locked up in a go-go cage.

What the hell are you talking about?

Shut your man-hole.

I feel dirty.

Are you sure Fry is
working for your father?

It just doesn't seem like him to
be so evil, or to hold down a job.

It's true, Leela.
Cross My Heart bra and swear to Goddess.

But the Fry I know
wouldn't do that.

I'm gonna call his cell phone
telephone and prove you wrong.

Oh, no! Frida's been m*rder*d!

Sweet she-cattle of Seattle.

Not your strong suit, woman.

Who could have done this?

Your dad? Nixon?

Fry?

No, never. I don't think.

Anyhow, there's a crazed
m*rder*r on the loose,

possibly in the shadows
or hanging from the ceiling.

So just stay calm while I call Fry.

So where are the Encyclopods
and the Dark Ones now?

When the life-giving
Chee receded,

only the toughest organisms
could adapt and survive,

like the Dark Ones.

Many more died out,
like the Encyclopods.

But, and this is the
great secret of our age,

we believe they
left an egg behind.

- Is it edible?
- We're not gonna eat it!

Not unless we find a second one.
No, Fry, we intend to hatch it!

And that's where you come in.

And here I am.

At long last the tide
of Chee has returned,

and its nourishing flow
has awakened the dormant egg.

That's good.

It's better than good. It's better.
With its massive stash of DNA,

the Encyclopod can reconstruct
every species that ever went extinct.

Imagine, all the animals that
failed evolution's test, alive again!

The dodo bird, the brittle-klutz,
the striped biologist-taunter.

- So, where is this egg?
- In the violet dwarf star system.

- And what does it look like?
- A violet dwarf star!

You mean, the whole star
is a single... Whoa! Sci-fi.

Alas! Even now, a Dark One is headed
to the star to ensure its destruction.

Dang! So what does
this Dark One look like?

We don't know. I admit
it's a horrifically grave situation.

Don't sugarcoat it, Nine.

The Dark Ones have
been evolving so long,

it could be anything or anyone.

Or anybody.

You mean, like, people?

Any people. It will k*ll the egg,

and every dude, woman
and child who knows about it.

Even our crazy caps will
be useless at close range.

That's why only you, with your
defective unreadable brainwave,

may be able to thwart them

and usher in a new
green age of wonder and...

You're on Fry-time. Leela!

- Did you get my message?
- What message?

Didn't you see Frida Waterfall?

So you did k*ll Frida Waterfall?

What? No. I told her
to tell you that I'm...

Oh, Jeep! The Dark Ones
got her. It's all true.

We need to talk, Leela.
Then I can explain...

Well, I can't explain anything,
but we should talk anyway.

- Where are you?
- Oh, no.

I'm not gonna expose
the Honeybun Hideout.

Where are you?

Near the Keeler Crater on Mars.
Do you know it?

I think I read about it.

I'll meet you at the south
rim in one hour. No mustaches.

Kif, set coordinates, 36-24-36.

AKA, Leela.

Ten minutes late.
Ain't that just like a womanista?

- Are you alone?
- Of course, don't you trust me?

There's no escape, Leela.

If you surrender,
wave your shirt in the air.

Fry, you traitor!

Hop onto the magnet, Leela!

Okay. One, two...

I can't believe you
ratted me out, Fry.

I'm not a rat, I swear.

If I'm any rodent, it's the loyal
capybara, king of the rats! No, wait.

This just in, we are about
to get our asses blown off.

- Labarbara?
- That's right, Linda.

Stay strong, ladies. We can lose them
in the giant miniature golf course.

But the course isn't finished.
And there's no girls allowed.

Fore!

So, they want to play mini golf, eh?
Two can play at that game.

Or even four, depending on
the number of ball colors available.

- I choose pink.
- That's their color, sir.

The hell it is.

They're gaining on us.
We need a birdie on the windmill hole.

Wait. Wait.

Drop the boot!

Sir, at our present speed,

the computer predicts
a 100% chance we'll be sliced in half.

We'll never make it.

Not with that attitude, we won't.
Same speed ahead!

We made it through, Kif.
How many men did we lose?

All of them.

Well, at least they won't
have to mourn each other.

Seal the airlocks,
and draw the shades.

Resume sh**ting.

Oh, no! The gorilla! That's a par-four!

The mouth's too dangerous.
I'm going for the nose.

Don't be a sucker. You won't
come out anywhere near the hole.

You need to aim for the jaws
just when they start to close.

Start to close?
Are you out of your...

We made it!

Captaining 101. Go for the nose.

My arms are broken,
I'll never paint again.

You can't sue the military.

I'm okay then.

Damage report.

We lost all remaining
food and oxygen, Captain.

As well as our XM Radio antenna.

Then this chase is over.

Kif, set course
for the nearest XM repair facility.

Meanwhile, we shall
sing top hits from the '80s.

Which '80s, sir?

For me, there are only one '80s.

Smell like I sound
I'm lost and I'm found.

And I'm hungry like the wolf.

The shot was too good!
We're jamming straight for the hole.

We're gonna crash, even.

Shmeesh, shmill out,
shmeverybody. It's a wormhole hole.

Of course, a wormhole!
We'll simply disappear and reappear in

another part of the universe.

We made it!

Crud nuggets!
We de-spaced right next to the Nimbus.

Just when you think the chase
is over, it gets twice as exciting!

Hey, look at that.

Well, well, well.

My bloodhound-like instincts
must have hunted them down

while my other parts
were throbbing to Duran Duran.

Shall I initiate a pointless
and potentially fatal pursuit?

Make it so.

It's gonna be fun on a bun, in space.

Look! The asteroid.
Now it's crawling with life.

Like Zoidberg's sandals!

Wow! It's incredible.

But it'll be destroyed when
Leo Wong blows up the violet dwarf.

- So why are you helping him?
- I can't tell you, Leela.

You just have to trust me.

You keep saying that,

but you have to give me
something to go on or I...

Out of whale oil. Out of whale oil.

The out-of-fuel indicator. It's indicating.

Say, what's that violet-colored
dwarf-like star thing we're drifting into?

The violet dwarf star!

Of course. The gorilla was the 18th hole,
so we're headed into the ball return.

What else now can go wrong?

Ladies, you're under arrest.
Prepare to be boarded again and again.

He'll never take me alive.

Don't give up yet.
I've got one more trick up my sleeve.

That's exactly the number we need.

The fairer sex.

Something's very wrong here,
and yet a little bit right.

Not so fast, Brannigan.

Even less fast, feministas!

Bender?

All two tons of me.

Oye, oye, oye.

All rise for the honorable Chief Justice
D-O-G-G and the Associate Justices.

Yo. Seat it or beat it.

The charges against
y'all femditos is m*rder,

mayhem, vandalism,
kidnapping and resisting arrest.

Damn! The big five.

You may now make your opening.
What you got to say for yourselves?

May it please the Court...

I mean, may it plizzle the cozizzle.

- Proceed.
- These charges are outrageous.

Our only goal was to save a rare
violet star and its precious ecosystem.

If protecting the environment is a crime,
then...

Protecting the environment is a crime.

I rest my mouth.

Do you swear to tell the whole
truth and nothing but the truth?

I... Well, now, I... Am I under
oath when I take the oath?

Can the witness identify
the feminista leader?

That's her right there,

with the "I'm gonna k*ll
you Bender" look in her eye.

Hey, aren't you the robot who
robbed me at gunpoint last year?

No further answers, Your Honor.

Please, Justice Dogg, Leela and
her friends are completely innocent.

Hold up. Were you or were
you not abducted by these hoes?

Well, abducted is such an ugly word.

Mr. Wong, the court cannot compel you
to testify against your own daughter.

No. No, I want to. Also, I got
something to say about my wife.

Aw, yeah.

Having heard some of the testimony
over these jams I've been listening to,

me and my crew will
now kick it in the mix.

All right. We got us
a verdict up in this High Court.

Bailiff, drop it like
it's legal precedent.

In the matter of Leo Wong v.
The Greenorita Eco-Feminist Collective,

four justices vote to convict,
five to acquit.

However, since the vote was
strictly along gender lines

and the female justices' votes only
count half, you are hereby found guilty.

It's a humiliating and biased system,
but it works.

Fifty years in the maximum
security Dogg house.

Peace.

- Ladies! Welcome to hell.
- Beats Nutley on a Saturday night.

This is a privately-owned for-profit
prison, and I run a tight, cheap ship!

I've done this by cutting cost everywhere,
especially on punishment.

I rely on you inmates to make
prison unpleasant for yourselves.

You're encouraged to
sexually harass new prisoners,

organize no-holds-barred
catfights and maintain poor hygiene.

Try and make me, copper.

A troublemaker.

Taste the lash of my
99-cent-store nightstick!

Yee-ha!

With the feministas in
jail, it full speed ahead.

You and me, Fry. We implode
the violet dwarf star tomorrow.

Ka-boom-boom.

- You and me?
- Yeah.

- Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow.

- Ka-boom?
- Ka-boom-boom.

Hello? Madfellows? I need to...

Hello? Madfellows? I need to...

Okay, Leo Wong's about to
destroy the violet dwarf.

So, whatever I need to know
to stop him, tell me now.

Alas! Stopping Wong
isn't the only problem.

One of the Dark Ones will try to
stop you from stopping him.

So, you must stop it from
stopping you from stopping him.

But how can I stop
it stop me stop him?

Stop it! Behold,
the Omega Device.

That's it?

The name "Omega Device" sort of
conjured up something cooler-looking.

Not that I'm disappointed or anything.

The important thing is what's inside.

- What does that look like?
- No one knows, man.

It was invented
by a blind inventor,

and the one dude he
described it to was deaf.

So the legend goes.

When activated, the device will emit
a localized blast of delta-band noise

to momentarily
disable the Dark One.

- Like farting in a tent?
- No, an elevator.

Which is why you must
strike the enemy at point blank range!

But the Dark One could
look like anything or anyone, right?

Or anywhere.

So, what's your plan to recognize it?

- We don't have one.
- Got it.

And we don't dare
think of one neither.

'Cause if we do, the Dark Ones
might sense kind of the general vibe.

Even through our mighty foil.

Oh, man!
Anyone got some tape or some gum?

As my colleague indicated,
the plan cannot come from us, Fry.

We were counting on you

and your unreadable brain
to come up with something.

- That was a mistake.
- I see that now.

Freaky thing is, the Dark Ones'
thoughts are unreadable, just like yours.

Yes, if we dared unwrap our heads,

we could easily locate the one other being
whose mind we can't read. The Dark One!

But then the Dark One
would read our minds

and crush them
like blood pumpkins.

Wait. I can read minds
and my mind can't be read.

- I have a plan.
- Great.

Whatever it is, don't tell us.

Wait. Fry can read minds
and his mind can't be read.

So he can safely
scan for the Dark One...

Shut up! Shut up!

Leela, time is running out.
We must get to the violet star.

Okay, okay. Shut up, already.

Huh?

Nobody's talking, Leela.

We're just painting each other's
toenails with rat blood.

Lights out, ladies!

Those compact fluorescent
bulbs waste pennies a day.

Okay, feministas, all clear.

Whoa!

We now go live to Leela
with the escape plan.

- Leela?
- Thanks, Linda.

Now we're in here because we
tried to save endangered wildlife.

So this time,
endangered wildlife will save us.

The Martian muck leech.

That's right. He's been living
off me since we got captured.

Little cutie almost sucked me dry.

Look at him go.

Like a green snake
through a sugarcane cake.

Keep trying.

Our top story. The universe's most wanted
eco-feminists are now behind bars,

including g*ng leader, Turanga Leela.
AKA, the Notorious B-l-ltch.

We finished un-pinking
the ship, Hubert. Now what?

Now we get back to work.

And if that means destroying
an ecosystem or two, so be it.

I just meant without our good
friends Fry, Leela, Amy and the robot.

Oh, boo-hoo. This is a business,
not a social club. Money talks.

True wealth is
measured in friendships.

Shut up, you.

Life goes on.

But I believe we'll forever
carry the pain on the inside.

Oh, no, a rooster!
That indicates it's the following morning.

How's that creepy crawler doing?

I'm sorry, femi-sisters,
but it pooped out around 3:00 a.m.

Poor thing couldn't take another bite.

Well, I guess we failed.

But what matters is, we tried our
best and we looked good doing it.

Bender, is that you?

Who does it look like?
My identical cousin Buster?

Yes.

You're here to break us out?
But you're the one who put us in.

But I'm Bender,
king of the combination shot.

I put you in so that by busting you out,
I could commit 15 felonies at once.

Put my rap sheet miles ahead
of yours on the all-time chart.

You are one devious bastard.

That's what it says on my vanity plate.

- What about the sentries?
- Already taken care of.

I sent them a cake laced with nutmeg.
That's a human sleeping drug, right?

No, it's a human baking drug.

Okay, Plan B. Everyone knows
men have one fatal weakness,

they can't resist hookers.
Dixie, Trixie, you know what to do.

Hello, boys!

Your eyes say no,
but your machine g*n fire says...

Ladies and gentleman
and whatever,

welcome to my most environmentally
disastrous implosion ever.

A whole star system!

Kif, old boy, mind if I sit on
your shoulders for a better view?

Well, actually, sir, I was hoping...

Thanks.

My associate Philip Fry here will have
honor to blow this ugly, dirty star

into nice, clean black hole.

Fry, careful those wires.
What you doing down there?

Just polishing your shoes, Mr. W.

That nice. Get between
the toes there, very dirty.

Well, so much for Plan B.

What's Plan C?

All situations have the same Plan C.
Bending, come on.

We're boned, Bender.
It's a brick wall.

Granted, it's not on
the list of approved bendables,

but I'm so great!

Dogs! The boning continues.

Green Bluebird, this is Mr. Fabulous.
We are go for cheesing it.

Professor! Hermes! Zoidberg!

Scruffy. A janitor.

You helped us escape?

Even after we locked you in a go-go
cage like common go-go dancers?

I couldn't live with myself, Leela.
I call myself a scientist,

wear the white coat and probe
a monkey every now and again,

yet I put monetary gain
ahead of preserving nature.

Can you ever forgive me?

I reckon.

- I could kiss you, Professor.
- Okay, but watch out for my new grill.

Before the grand finale, as it were,

it seems only fitting that I,
Commodore 64 Zapp Brannigan,

say a few brief pages in honor of...

Whatever your plan is,
Fry, I suggest you get on with it.

Get... sh**t, I got hot
sauce on my Number 9 shirt.

Okay, locate the Dark One by finding
someone whose thoughts I can't read.

And unaccustomed...

By God!
I'm the greatest speaker of all time.

They're suckling at the
teats of my every syllable.

Allow me now...

His voice is like ear sandpaper.
I miss Amy.

The one secret
no one ever suspected

is that I really did
stage the moon landing.

On Venus.

If I had all the money
in the world, I'd... Oh, wait. I do.

I'd like to thank the academy,
my agent, and most of all,

my operating system,
Windows Vista, for everything it...

System error.

Naked ladies. Naked ladies.
Naked ladies. Naked ladies.

I never should have taken that accent
elimination class from Jackie Chan.

And so, as we obliterize this star,

let us remember those immortal words
once spoken by a great man, moi.

And I quote, "All good
things must come to an end",

"preferably in
a humongous expl*si*n."

Let's pop this beach ball.

Ten! Nine!

Eight!

There's no one here whose
thoughts can't be read.

No one, except me!

My thoughts can't be read.
But that's crazy.

If I were the Dark One,
I'd know it, wouldn't I?

But, here I am, right where
the Dark One would be,

about to blow up the star.

Oh, God! Somewhere deep
inside of me, it's me!

I'm the Dark One!

Put your hands in the air!

Should we wave them
like we just don't care?

That's optional.

You girl punks gone too far this time.
Your parents should be ashamed.

Yes, you should!

- Amy?
- Amy!

Destroy the star, Leo, hurry.

You got it, Mr. Voice-in-my-head.

I've gotta admit, Amy,
you got a pretty good swing.

Really? Thanks, Dad.

Okay, time to defuse
this star cr*cker once and for all.

Leela, wait.
You're making a mistake.

You have no idea
what's really going on.

What is really going on?

I can't tell you.

Then why should I trust you? Why?

Because... Because...

You're you. That's all I need to know.

- No! Don't do it!
- Fiddlesticks.

Leela, are you crazy?

We became fugitives
and jail-breakers to stop him.

And hookers, don't forget hookers.

Shame on all of you.

After everything we've been through
together, do you really think Fry would...

Goodbye, Leela.
I destroy myself to save you.

Where's the boom?
I was expecting a boom.

It didn't work. I'm the Dark One,
and it didn't do anything.

You're not the Dark One, I am.

Leela?

Not Leela, you moron. Me!

What did you do to me?

Ew!

I am the Dark One.
The very last Dark One.

How is it possible
I couldn't read your mind?

Oh, I am momentarily disabled.

What's happening out there?

Somethings wondersful.

The star and the asteroid.
They were an egg and a sperm.

Great modem of mercy.
Cover the children's eyes.

There are no children here.

Then move your fat head.
I can't see.

The Encyclopod is reborn.
A new green age has begun!

So the legend foretold.

Look! Inside its pouch.
Extinct Tasmanian tigers.

- And dodo birds.
- And white rhinos.

And striped biologist-taunters.

What are you gonna do, sh**t us?

Life!

These once extinct plants
and animals are my gift to the universe.

Through untold generations,
my race has treasured their DNA.

Treat them wisely with the knowledge
that all species are precious.

This is unbelievable. What's going on?

To answer that, I must tell you a story.

A story of two alien
species so ancient that...

- Hutch, are you okay?
- My sister's femi-necklace.

What?

Hey, how come I can't
read your thoughts anymore?

I shall avenge you, Hutch Waterfall.

After all these eons,
the Dark Ones are no more.

Will you preserve their
DNA, O Great Encyclopod?

I suppose I should.
Wait, where did it go?

What?

Well, at any rate, I shall
preserve the DNA of h*m* sapiens.

I thought you only saved the
DNA of endangered species.

Farewell.

I guess he didn't hear me.

Well, looks like that wraps everything
up in a nice big, old, fat sack of...

I hereby arrest you
fugitives on 53 counts of fugivity.

Kif, round them up,
and spare me the weary sigh for once.

Kif.

Wait for me.

Well, this is the end. There was so
many things I wanted to say to you.

Like what?

Like this is not the end.
But mostly just, I love you, Leela.

Maybe I waited too long to say this,
but I love you, too. Wormhole!

Sweet topology of
cosmology, it's huge!

If we fly into it, it could take
us trillions of light years away.

There's no knowing if we'll ever return.

What do we do?
Should we go for it?

Into the breach, meatbags.
Or not. Whatever.

Go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go.