02x04 - The Exile of Lucy

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are about to blast them with big nasty

neutral g*ns.

No, you idiots! I hired you to get

his suit! If you blast him, you'll

destroy it! Can't sh**t?

I feel naked. Well, I...

Oh, if you can't sh**t us, I guess we'll

just be going. Oh, no, you're not going

anywhere. The battle between good and

evil has come to a standstill. What

can be done?Only one thing!

A big, splashy musical number!

We're between good and evil Battle

between good and evil Battle between

good and evil

Oh, we're the superheroes For evil

we must fight I have a long and

floppy head I went to bed at night

Where evil villains may want yem super

soat I would like to rule the world

I would like some fruit mug Gosh, all

this singing has certainly been fun

But now I've got to blast you both with

these big neutron g*ns!

Oh, my golly! I bet that this will

hurt! Now's the time I stop your crime

and holler out, Eater! The house of crime

and stop your crime and holler's out,

Eater!

It's all queen pulsating, bloated,

festering, sweaty costumes, malformed

slug for a butt's fault!

What do we need her for?She never does

anything! We ought to depose the queen

and assume the insectic enthrone

ourselves. But how?

I got just the plan.

I narrate a guide. Read this or I'll

disperse your molecules. Oh

my. Yes, sorry. Conquer the

galaxy! Much as I hate my

sister, she had one great virtue as an

evil queen. She kept the trains running

on time?No! She was such a lousy queen,

she never actually managed to conquer

anything! With Psychro and the Professor

in charge! Oh, I'm up. The galaxy is in

terrible danger! I'm the great warm

spirit whose eyeless visit watches all us

all! We must stop them!

Well, uh, aren't you hero guys gonna go

on out there and fight April?Are you

kidding?I'm down five bucks.

Deal the cards, fish boy!

Meanwhile, on Insectica, Psychro and the

Professor prepare to conquer the galaxy!

These serves are sure good little workers

didn't even be done with their w*r

machines already! Soon,

the entire galaxy will be ours!

Yes... Including France! Uh, Prof,

what is this thing no monkey has about

France anyways?France is where bananas

were invented. You're a nutcase,

you know that.

Our heroes are on their way to stop

Psycho and the Professor from conquering

the galaxy. But let us leave them for the

nonceHey, where are you going?What's a

nonceWe do have other characters to

follow, you know. I told you you should

start going to the story meetings. Let us

now go to Queen Slug for a... um..

to Lucy, who is adjusting surprisingly

well to her new life. I really

appreciate you getting me this job,

Ethel. Hey, you were born for this kind

of work! Okay, time to open up!

All right! Who's got a complaint?Not

me! Not me! Lucy is

growing to love simple suburban

domesticity, reveling in such activities

as cleaning. There! Spick and

span! And shopping.

Yes, do you have this in a size



love! And has married a Cuban bandleader!

Ba-ba-lo!

Ethel, thanks for all you've done.

You're a true friend. Don't turn

mushy on me, or I'll rip out your spine

and flop with it! Ha! Floss! Good

one!

Sadly, things are not going quite as well

for our heroes.

And the smack fear appears the mind

feeler fears the little death that brings

total oblivion.

I think it's time for... another big,

flashy musical number!

Or a service morning.

Good going, my crimson chum bucket of

berryment! We are within striking

distance of our foes. Victory is assured!

Don't bet on it, chuckles.

We have this!

My one weakness! Worm tonight!

Worm tonight?It's a mysterious substance

which has unpredictable effects on Jim.

Well, is it from another galaxy or

something?No, we found it in the fridge

one day. You think maybe it used to be

cheese?Must resist. Worm

tonight. Entire galaxy at

stake. Yes, including

France. But the worm tonight is

irresistible, and Jim is transformed into

a bowl of candy corn.

Ruby, this ain't. The

unbridled horror! You fiends!

Vengeance is mine!

I got you now! Uh..

Bang-bang?Uh-huhWe tried

using Deceptive, too. Come to find out

it's tuned to the queen's brainwaves, so

only she could use it.

In other words, you're a big fat

loser!

Run, princess!

Get out of here! Go get help! Get help!

And sandwiches?Get some sandwiches! I

haven't eaten since breakfast!

Say, looking mighty tasty there,

Mr. Candy Corn. Don't even joke about

it! And so, the princess goes

to the galactic hero's lead for help.

We are not breaking up the game while

that fish is still winning!

But Jim is doomed, and the galaxy is in

great danger! Hey! We've got our

priorities! Why don't you try Johnny

Dactyl?Oh, I'm sorry,

dear. Johnny's in bed with the crew. Oh,

no simple hero waiting for him.

Don't argue with your mother!

Hey, why don't you try the space crickets?

They're nice boys.

Vacationing in Oaxaca. For assistance,

please see the Galactic Heroes League.

There's only one person left who's

powerful enough to help. The person I

hate most in all the universe.

My sister. Yes, the princess

must swallow her pride and ask her sister

for help. Oh, the irony, the disgrace,

the humiliation! Quit rubbing it in!

Well, I'm sure I am so sorry,

little Miss Touchy.

When last we saw our heroes, Psychro and

Professor Monkey for a head had turned

Jim into a bowl of candy corn. Uh,

it's starting to wear off. Ohh

My bowl itches.

While Jim and Peter languish in an

insectic in jail, the princess has

been forced to seek help from her hated

sister. Um.. Don't bother

me now! William Hull is coming over for

dinner and I've burned the ropes!

Mwaaaaaaa!

She's gone nuts. You said it. On the

other hand, what?She's not the one who's

talking to herself.

I know we've always hated each other, but

I have to ask a favor. Listen,

if you help me save Jim and beat Psycrow

and the Professor, you'll be Queen of

Insectica again. But I don't want to be

queen. What?I've settled down

here. For the first time in my life,

I'm... happy. No, please!

You've gotta help! I will shamelessly

before you... Please! Pretty please with

the f*ggots on it! I can't leave my

best friend Ethel and my beloved

husband... Um.. what's his...

what's his name, the Cuban guy?If you

don't help me, I will leave in next door

and practice the bagpipes 24 hours a

day! You wouldn't dare try! All right,

I'll come to Inseptica and help you,

but... Can I bring my friend?Sure!

Hi, Lucy! Come, we shall

journey across the peril-packed universe,

boldly facing the flesh-rending dangers

which await us to rescue Jim!

Don't wanna!

Lucy?You got some spleen

into the?And so the Princess Lucy

and Ethel sneak into the Insectican

dungeon to free Jim and Peter. Whoa!

They completely missed us! Once I

have me a pony... What else?

My pony... Let 'em

have it, Sis!

Here they are.

What is this?...holy?We're saved! We're

doomed! No, no,

no, it's okay. She's on our side. Ah,

man, we were saved by girls.

Care to rephrase that?Um, that is, I

mean, yippee! Come, let us tally

forth and crush the villains forthwith!

Hey, where's my sandwiches?w*r

machines! On my command! Go

for the counter! And the one,

and the two, and the...

Stop! Where's a square

on a pony?!

Looks like you fiends won't be conquering

the galaxy now.

No, not even France. We aren't beaten

yet, worm.

Behold how they flee like chickens, Mrs.

Bleveridge. Bark, bark, bark, bark.

Polya, polya, shoo,

holy shoo.

Aquagene! Pastor of

our awesome battlebug!

They completely missed us!

Holy tastes like chicken!

I can't believe it. My really big g*n had

no effect on that thing.

Neither did my mighty sceptor. Okay,

so to sum up, it's indestructible, we're

all doomed, and I don't get a sandwich.

Belay that defeatism, fuzz buddy. I have

an idea. My suit was originally designed

for the queen. Lucy.

Lucy?HmmOn you it

works. Anyway, maybe if Lucy wore

the suit, it would be even more powerful!

Uh, maybe, but there's one problem.

How do we know she'll give it back?I give

you my word!

Uh, that is all by you three-quarters.

We've got no choice but to trust her.

Go for it, Lucy!

Ohh This could be a problem. I can't!

Only Reed?Okay, who's got a

shoehorn and some grease?

The power. The inconceivable power!

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Bad thing?Extremely

bad thing! You'll

never work in this galaxy again!

Way to go, Lucy! Don't call me

Lucy! Call me...

queen-pulsating, bloated,

festering, sweaty, pups-filled,

malformed slug for a butt

Oh, and I'm keeping the super suit. Now

that I have it, I shall destroy you all!

Now, Lucy, you know that's not right.

Well, all but you, Ethel. I mean,

you give that suit back right now or I'll

haul all your butt for a storage shed!

Ha! Storage shed?Not

one! All right, all right, I'm giving the

suit back. Knock off the angry staring

bit. Well, I

hope we can find you a good tailor.

Everyone, hit the road!And the next time

we meet, this whole cooperation thing is

history!

Mrs. Gruybridge, are you coming?

Actually, I think I'll stay. Cool.

We can have slumber parties and talk

about boys. Ohh What a

heartwarming ending. My soul is filled

with joy. Nothing could spoil my mood

now. I said

nothing can spoil my mood now.

Hello?Not even a big cow falling

on me. Come on, cow.

Hello?We're

waiting.