04x25 - Swallow 13

[bunniefuu]

You're... make man?

No.

Woman.

Woman.

Ooh, my creation.

It's my creation.

And

why don't people understand?

He's alive.

Alive!

And there's the handoff.

Objective.

Score directions to the hippest,
hottest, most top-secret rave in town.

It's a three-stage plan.

One, we follow Annie into bio.

Two, you fake a seizure, try to land on
her.

Three, while you
got her pinned, I r*fle

through her backpack
and secure the directions.

Hey, guys.

Want to go to a party?

Oh, get funky!

What are you talking about?

I've been poking my get down!

I've been funky!

Extremely funky!

Oh, show me!

Taking a ride on the rave train!

A slow ride!

Chet, why'd you do that?

Seemed important to you.

Chet swallowed it?

That's right.

Well, why don't you just ask for
directions again?

Well, you see, Lise, there comes a time in
every young man's life when he feels

uncomfortable about walking
up to a gorgeous girl and

telling her that his big
brother ate his directions.

So, you'd rather get shrunk down to the
size of a microbe, so you can pilot a

spaceship into Chet's
stomach to get the directions,

just to avoid looking
silly in front of a girl?

Well, it's either that or we're stuck with
Gary's seizure plan.

Well, let's see the seizure.

There.

Okay, we'll go with the capsule.

Hatch sealed.

Switching to internal power.

Activate the cellular micronization
stabilizers.

Close enough.

This is plum crazy.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Sorry.

Soft landing.

It's the cheese.

So what do we do now?

Now we wait.

How about a little music?

I'll activate the entertainment console.

Eight track tapes?

I've got all the hits of the 70s for three
easy payments of $39.99.

I don't think you heard me.

That's for all the hits.

Know what day it is?

One month anniversary.

Yeah, it is.

Who's my little sweater stretcher?

Don't play mad.

You love it when I call you that.

Sweater stretcher.

Sweater stretcher.

Sweater stretcher.

This afternoon?

Sure.

Why not?

All right.

I'll see you then.

Sweater stretcher.

Hello?

Hmm.

Pair for insertion.

Get us out of here.

Engaging thrusters!

Ow!

What happened?

Must have gone down the wrong pipe.

Where are we?

If I had to guess, I'd say we were in the
lungs.

Eugh.

Anatomy of an ashtray.

We need to get to the stomach.

Chet's digestive juices could dissolve a
parking meter.

Those directions won't last long.

Don't worry.

Just a little detour.

I'll use the navigation system to coil up
the right coordinates, and boom,

we're there.

Page 269...

E7.

Okay.

Looks like we're in an artery again.

Holy crap.

What was that?

Chet's arteries are full of it.

Man, he's really got to lay out the
Funyuns.

I can't see a thing.

Thanks.

That helped.

Which way?

Left, left, left, left, left, left,
left, left, left.

I mean, right.

There's nothing out there.

It's like a black hole.

Duh, we're in Chet's brain.

I didn't think any blood made it to Chet's
brain.

What's going on?

Chet's neurons are firing.

He must be receiving some kind of external
stimulation.

Humberto!

En este silloncito, a ver si no me caigo.

El hombre por acá es un pitlick grande.

Ready, ready, ready, ready.

Vamos.

Okay.

If we enter the jugular vein here, we
can slingshot around the small intestine.

That should put us back on course for the
stomach.

At this time of day, Chet just ate.

His small intestines will be bumper to
bumper, if you know what I mean.

Well then, we'll take the bypass and
exited the appendix.

What was that sound?

Chet's heart is racing.

Something's driving his blood pressure
through the roof.

If you want a muggy!

Get down on the dance floor!

Let's go!

Let's go!

You should have it by now!

What's going on out there?

Chet's doing the cardiac lambada.

If we get sucked into his heart, the
pressure will pump the hull like a zit.

Zap us out of here!

Houston?

We have a problem.

We don't have any power to break free!

It's pulling us in!

There!

White!

What did you do?

You stopped Chet's heart?

It was the only thing to do.

Gotta get the directions, right?

This will make things a lot easier.

White!

What are you saying?

You just k*lled your brother.

Yeah.

With Chet dead, we can get to the stomach
much quicker.

Get the directions to the right.

The right's the thing.

Okay.

Why don't we just get that heart pumping,
huh?

I'm on it.

Follow me!

That's it!

You got it!

Whoo!

Damn!

I blacked out during the butt crunches
again.

What's the deal with White?

I'm not sure.

I think he may be suffering from PMS.

Excuse me?

Post-miniaturization stress syndrome.

It's a side effect of the shrinking
process.

Sometimes when the molecules of your brain
get all squished together, it makes you a

little, uh...
Dangerously psychotic?

Bingo.

Gotta get the directions.

Gotta get the directions.

So, can you fix him?

My zapper's on the blink.

I guess when we were miniaturized,
my magic got small, too.

What's the plan?

The effect should wear off as soon as he
goes back to normal size.

I say we abort the mission and head for
the nearest exit.

Before we get the directions to the rave?

Well, we could wait until Wyatt decides to
make golf sweaters out of our entrails.

Come to think of it, I'm a little
homesick.

Wyatt!

Time to go bye-bye.

He's not here.

What do you mean he's not here?

Where could he go?

He's in the stomach.

It's beautiful, man.

It's beautiful.

It won't last five minutes out there.

Chet's stomach acids will eat him alive.

Wyatt!

What are you doing?

You have to come in here!

Not yet, Mom.

I gotta find the directions.

I know they're in here somewhere.

I see it!

I see it!

Oh, my God!

The tether's free!

Activate the winch.

Pull him back in.

Not the hits of the 70s, damn you!

You're the winch!

The winch!

Wyatt!

Wyatt, do you read me?

Oh, boy.

Wyatt, come in.

Do something!

Reel him in!

I can't!

The tether's busted!

Oh, man.

My best friend digested to death.

He lived briefly.

But well.

So!

Writing my obituary already.

You skinny, poofy-haired traitor.

Wyatt, you're still alive!

Yes.

Still alive.

No thanks.

Do you?

What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb with me.

You've been sabotaging this mission all
along.

You don't want me to go to the rave.

You'd rather die down here and shed
stinking guts than see me get some looking!

You won't get away with this.

This was my wish.

I'm in command of this mission.

Don't make me get rough.

Oh, you don't scare me!

Your zapper's out of commission!

You're dead!

Oh!

Nice shot.

Hey, babe.

Watch these.

Thanks, Chet.

So, you said you had to see me.

Was this good enough?

Or were you thinking of a little more
skinny?

There's something we need to talk about,
Chet.

Okay, we're going out the same way we came
in.

Fire up the retro rockets.

We're gonna sh**t right out of Chet's
mouth.

Check.

Ready for ignition?

Three, two, one, fire!

Are you okay?

Yeah, no problem.

Just a little heartburn.

Gaining altitude.

Mouth coming up in ten seconds.

The gyros are out.

Aim for that dangling.

Keep it center in the window.

I'm trying.

Three seconds.

We need to talk, Chet.

It's very important.

Can't you ever be serious?

I can't hold the altitude!

We're going down!

Man.

Nice flying.

You hit Chet's big hanging down thingy.

Damn it!

Got to find a way out of here.

What are you doing?

Tuning into Chet's neural frequency.

We should be able to see what's going on
outside.

Hey, who's that?

Hang on, I'm trying to get some sound.

It's tough for me to say, Chet.

Sounds bad.

You're not breaking up with me,
are you?

Yes.

That's it.

What?

Chet's girlfriend is dumping him.

If we can make it to the tear ducts,
Chet might cry us out.

You want Chet to cry?

We're as good as dead.

What are you doing?

You're going to that rave without me,
aren't you?

I would never do that.

Why?

Unless you were, like, dangerously
psychotic or something.

Ixnay with the Ico say.

I'm, uh, going that rave.

Even if I have to claw my way out of
Chet's body with my bare hands.

No!

What was that?

Sorry.

A little gas.

You just dumped the oxygen tanks.

I'd rather see us all die down here than
have you get lucky without me.

What are we going to do?

We've got three minutes to get to the tear
ducts.

We hope that Chet has a tender side we
don't know about.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Look, I'm going raving!

Raving!

Teard ducts coming up.

Now all we've got to do is wait for Chet
to cry like a baby.

I don't understand.

Why are we breaking up?

Is it me?

I could try to spare your feelings until
you know.

No.

But, uh, actually, it is you.

Is there someone else?

Yes.

In fact, I've been seeing him almost the
entire time we've been dating.

But it's just physical, right?

No.

I love him.

He satisfies me in ways you never could.

We often pass many long romantic hours
laughing at you behind your back.

I see.

Incredible.

The man is a rock.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for
letting me use your Jeep last weekend.

Buzz and I drove it up to the lake.

Buzz?

My best friend Buzz?

Buzz who I gave my bone marrow to?

That's right.

We're planning a June wedding.

Goodbye, Chet.

You can't be human.

It's no use.

He's not gonna cry.

Yes, this is it.

Goodbye, Lisa.

Goodbye, Gary.

Wait.

I've got an idea.

Let's turn on the external speakers.

I love him again.

A

little groggy and sad, but okay.

He did it.

He got his home safe.

Of course I did.

Failure was not an option.

I sure feel better being my usual
well-proportioned self again.

No kidding.

Come on, why?

Let's jet.

We didn't go through all that just to miss
the party.

Okay, I guess I'm ready.

I just can't find my watch anywhere.

I was sure I had it on this morning.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Weird science.

Fantasy and microchips.

I'm gonna hit something different.

Why don't people understand my intentions?

Hmm.