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 ♪
- 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.
- 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!
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 minutes.
- Huh, looks like today's weather is partly stupid
With a % 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!
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.
- 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!
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 .
Myth number three:
Aliens like to inv*de 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!
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 thr*at.
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.
[Animals shrieking]
[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 , 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
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 c expl*sive, 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 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 b*at 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 sh*t 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 % 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 g*n.
- 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.
I can't find my tush!
02x26 - Aliens!!!
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Following the events of the film, the series' plot generally revolves around Otis and his friends going on various misadventures and trying to keep their anthropomorphism a secret from humans.
Following the events of the film, the series' plot generally revolves around Otis and his friends going on various misadventures and trying to keep their anthropomorphism a secret from humans.