"Repairs underway in Sector Five." "Maintenance crew, report to Sector Seven" "Are you sure we won't get in trouble for this?" "You're forgetting, Neb, I'm still cashing in on those hero-major chips" "I got for busting inky Wyndham and Lutz." "Uh-oh." "Plank alert." "Let's rocket." "Hey, will you ice?" "How?" "We're about to be caught in a class-four restricted zone." "Zenon, Nebula." "You're keeping out of trouble, I hope." "Of course, Commander Plank." "Enjoy your day." "You, too, kids." "We need a security detail." "Repairs underway in Sector Five." "Let's go!" "How thermo is this?" "They actually let you play around in here?" "No one's complained so far." "Most of this junk?" "Snooze central." "But I was checking out this one monitor the other day, and I accidentally invented a new game." "Do you wanna play?" "Sure!" "Great." "Ah!" "Here it is." "Okay, this is what you gotta do." "You move that mouse to make your bar go up and down." "See?" "Then you gotta try and trap the little blips before they go off and go into the bigger area." "Okay." "Isn't that so stellar?" "Okay, let's go." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Okay, here we go." "Good!" "You're doing good!" "This is so much fun." "Here we go!" "Here we go!" "Oh, my goodness!" "Ha!" "See, that's my point." "Isn't this so much fun?" "Exponentially!" "It's gonna start over." "Okay it's going to start over." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Oh, my gosh!" "There are so many blips in there." "Don't let any..." "Don't let any of them out!" "Okay, concentrate!" "Concentrate!" "Oh, my gosh, Neb, come on!" "Oh, my..." "My point again." "There's one left." "There's one left." "Don't let it out." "Don't let it out." "Oh!" "Commander, I've been talking to some of the crew, and I gotta be honest." "They're worried." "Look, I've been hearing all the same rumors you are, but until something's substantiated we have to continue with standard operating procedures." "Look, would you go into the..." "Something wrong, Lieutenant?" "What the..." "Okay, go on okay!" "I don't understand this." "Nobody has a key but me." "Come, come on." "High five!" "High five!" "Someday, we're actually gonna find out what these little blips mean." "Zenon!" "No, no, I..." "I understand fully." "Yeah." "Have a nice life, okay?" "See you." "What's wrong?" "He dumped me." "Greg?" "I mean, it's not like I expected that we'd be together forever." "I'm not a moron-major, but, he dumped me!" "How is that possible?" "I bet Margie had something to do with this." "I'm not sure how, but she's down there, and I'm up here, and she's probably been plotting to get Gregory to jettison me and pay attention to her." "Either way, it's pretty hard to keep up a relationship with somebody who lives 180,000 miles away." "Ask Plank and your Aunt Judy." "I know, I know!" "It's just..." "Easier to be the dumper than the dumpee." "Well, look at the upside." "All the time you've been spending zap-padding Greg can now be used to take further advantage of your free run of the Spay-Stay." "Zenon, I'm sorry, but after your little incident this morning," "I am revoking your restricted zone roaming pass." "Kindly hand in your RZRP to my office ASAP." "There is one more aspect of your punishment we need to discuss in person." "Look, we may have reached a greater understanding after after your heroics with Wyndham and Lutz, but I still have to maintain my authority around here, and, Zenon, you emptied out my entire office!" "And I lost my favorite shoe!" "I said I was sorry-major!" "I heard you." "Commander, I didn't mean any harm." "Tell that to my desk." "Commander, I really did not mean to empty all the furniture in your office." "Yes, I'm sure you didn't, Zenon." "I seriously thought it was just a video game." "Nevertheless!" "I firmly believe that the discipline of working down here in the alien patrol lab will be good for you." "And truth be told, you'll be performing a mission of mercy." "Your poor friend Orion's been working down here for five full years." "You know how many signals he's picked up in all that time?" "None!" "Yeah." "Zip, zero, zilch." "And I still have hope." "I mean, let's get real." "To assume we are the only units in space," "I mean that is not only ludicrous, it's so arrogant." "I personally call it "rudeicrous."" "Can you tell that he doesn't get a whole lot of human interaction down here?" "Oh, yeah, I have no human contact, but then again, no alien contact." "I'm all alone, but not without hope." "Now, look, in my hardly humble opinion, bidirectional telemetry is only a matter of time." "You know?" "Come in, come in." "You know?" "Okay." "Orion, I'm finally taking some pity on you." "Zenon's being assigned to a month of three-hour evening shifts with a six-hour day on Saturdays." "Cetus-lupeedus, Commander!" "You can do your homework." "You can catch up on zap-post." "You simply need to be here." "But, why!" "You said nobody's ever gotten any kind of signal from anywhere." "Whoa, whoa." "Yet!" "But what if today's silence turns to tomorrow's thunderous call from the void?" "Look, no lie, just last week, I uncovered evidence of a new planet that may have formed a mere 20 AU from Gamma Pictoris." "Yeah, see?" "Well, I..." "I gotta get back to the command deck." "Orion, you show her the ropes." "You get her acclimated, then, Zenon," "I expect you to report back down here at 1900 hours tonight." "What?" "Oh." "Uh, okay, you ready for your tour?" "Okay, um, look, uh, first thing you gotta know about, uh..." "Excuse me?" "The first thing you gotta know about are these babies." "Um, look, if they ever start rotating at an accelerated speed, you come over here, and you sound the red alert..." "Alien signal!" "Alien signal..." "Alien signal!" "Alien signal." "Alien signal." "Alarm clock." "Ah, congratulations, Zee, you just survived your first shift." "You're in comprehension-mode-minor, Mom!" "Watching coal turn to diamonds would be more stimulating." "Well, the month will be over before you know it." "Kind of like me and Greg." "Oh, what happened?" "Oh, you know, I got the standard, "It's not you, it's me." ""I'd just rather be friends."" "Don't worry, I am not so squashed." "But, still..." "I know, honey." "I mean Greg, AP duty." "Anything else?" "And now, onto the saga of the missing pop icon," "Proto Zoa." "Where he's gone, no one seems to know, but what is certain is that since his return from microbe's triumphant concert in space," "Proto Zoa has not been seen in public, nor has he been in a recording studio." "While rumors of retirement are spreading like an oil slick, no one inside Proto Zoa's camp is willing to confirm or deny anything." "So for now, all we can do is watch, wait, and wonder what would life without Proto Zoa be like for his legions of loyal fans." "Cetus-lupeedus, he can't be doing this!" "Why is he doing this?" "He is not doing this!" "He's on a break, a vacation, something." "What in the universe is going on these days, Mom!" "Attention." "All hands to the mess hall for an emergency briefing." "Repeat, all hands to the mess hall for an emergency briefing." "Shhh." "Look, team, I'm sorry." "I know you're all upset." "Me too." "But let's face it, we knew someone would step in to fill the void left by the collapse of Wyncom." "I just never imagined it would be the US Military." "Military?" "Yeah, what..." "Excuse me, what does it mean having the military arrive to take charge of us?" "All right, first they're sending up a squad to assess the condition and contribution of each module." "Following that evaluation, some Space Station components could be detached and jettisoned." "Please, please, please!" "If that occurs, certain personnel might be reassigned to Earth, but any speculation in that direction is..." "It's premature." "Why are they even coming up at all?" "What do they want!" "As near as I can understand it, there's concern that some sectors of our station are deteriorating at a rate rapid enough to pose a threat to the remainder of the base." "Are they considering shutting us down altogether?" "To the best of my limited knowledge, absolutely not." "Look, the most prudent thing we can all do is relax." "What?" "Relax. right." "I know it's hard, but we're professionals, and if we can just wait for General Hammond to arrive," "I think everything will be explained to you." "Mom, Dad?" "Zenon, I know your mother has an incredible fear of flying and an even more acute fear of Earth, but any decisions regarding who stays and who goes won't be up to me." "But you're gonna have some kind of opinion, right?" "These military guys can't judge us." "They don't even know us." "General Hammond and his team have arrived in the transport lounge." "The first words out of his mouth were he wants to see you ASAP." "All right, have him report to my office." "Actually, sir, I was addressing Zenon." "Whenever I have a vital, formidable mission to assign, I look for the best man or young woman for the job." "In doing my research for this assignment, one name came to me from every quarter." "Yours." "Flattering-major, General." "Whatever you need, I'm your girl." "It's not often someone my age gets to serve her country under the command of such a noble and gifted leader." "You request it, I'm in." "Spacewalking, duct crawling, undercover ops..." "I need you, to be responsible for the care and comfort of my precious daughter." "Margie?" "Margie girl." "Welcome." "Since you've had a long, grueling flight," "I want you to get to your quarters and take a nap until evening mess." "But, Daddy, why?" "I'm not in the least bit tired." "I wanted to visit with Zenon." "An order is an order." "All right, all right, I was just..." "Order rescinded!" "Just promise me you'll get some rest later." "Did I mention that Gregory said to say hi?" "Only, let's see, was it five or six times?" "Tres viral he broke up with you." "Are you pancaked?" "I'll survive." "Look, Margie, if your dad wants me to babysit you, fine, I will babysit you." "But up here, you are on my turf." "Says who?" "If Daddy's the commander of your ship, and let's face it," "I've got Daddy totally wrapped." "Wouldn't you sort of say that puts me in charge?" "How fabulo would this look on me!" "Can I borrow it?" "No!" "I mean," "I haven't even worn it yet." "It just arrived from the virtual mall this morning." "Let me ask you something, you fully love living up here in space, right?" "So?" "So if you're not mondo nice to me," "I'll tell Daddy, I don't think you Kars deserve to stay on this station." "Cetus-lupeedus, you think your father's gonna reassign us just because you tell him to?" "Wanna find out?" "Uh, no, that's okay." "Let's just make this simple." "You be super, super sweet to me, and everything will be fine." "Bye-ness!" "Homework lesson B." "You are not getting it!" "It's like her sole mission in life is to send me into meltdown-mode-major." "She only gets under your skin 'cause you let her, Zee." "I can't help it!" "Do you know she booked me to do her nails this afternoon?" "So, we give each other manicures all the time." "Ugh!" "Her toenails!" "Ink-o-rama!" "Tell her no way." "Why so she can call up Daddy and order him to send my family packing?" "Negative!" "They've already closed down module four." "Lynx's family and the Naymies are out tomorrow on the morning shuttle." "Whoa." "So it's really happening." "Yeah, but you know what?" "It's not gonna happen to us." "I'll go along with Margie's little games if that's what she wants, but I will not roll over and play dead." "Zenon!" "Zum." "Plank here." "Commander, it's me, Zenon." "I'm in the AP Lab." "What is it?" "You need to rocket over here warp speed." "Well, there is a slight spike on the graph, but there could be 100 different reasons for that." "You know, it's true, Zee." "I mean, with every country in the world sending up satellites into space, we're always picking up interference of some kind." "Mmm, what you heard, was it some sort of fuzzy, crackling, static-like noise?" "No, it was a very specific and very distinct "zum."" "Look, Zee, I'm the first one to wanna believe you, but there is nothing here." "So we're just gonna forget about it?" "All right, uh, let's just go with simple logic." "For as long as this space station has been in orbit, for as long as mankind has monitored the skies, no one has ever gotten even the tiniest indication that there was any sort of intelligent life out there." "Zenon, I assigned you this duty to keep you out of trouble, and that's all." "No one expects you to find aliens." "You believe me, right, Mom?" "I believe you believe you heard something, but it could've been a billion things, honey, you know, a computer hiccup, a power surge." "Something in the air ducts sounding like it came from the monitor." "Dad, you of all people should believe me." "You're always the one yakking to me about opening my mind, believing the impossible, pushing the limits." "Absolutely, Zee." "But..." "Don't get mad at me for saying this, but you've been having a pretty lousy few days," "Margie, Greg, Proto Zoa disappearing." "Don't you think it's possible you could have invented this signal just to put yourself back in the spotlight?" "Dad!" "Nobody would blame you for it." "How pathetic-major do you think I am?" "I heard a "zum!"" "Got any calls from outer space today, Zenon?" "Next you'll be saying an extraterrestrial ate your homework." "Aw, sounds like too much time alone in that AP Lab scrambled your brain." "Laugh all you want, clown boys, but when the aliens finally do arrive, they'll probably eat the doubters first." "I can't believe you guys have never seen one of these." "Isn't it fabulo?" "Come here, come here!" "You've gotta see this." "It doesn't take disks or anything." "It's wired into a totally unlimited catalog of movies you can upload by hitting a button." "It even has Romeo and Juliet on Mars." "One and two." "In fact, we were all about to go over to my place and watch it." "Do you wanna come?" "Oh, wait!" "What time is it?" "6:55." "Too bad." "You can't." "You've gotta go to the AP Lab." "Wouldn't wanna miss any calls from your alien pals." "Come on, guys, let's go." ""Zum" you later!" "Margie, let me just say one thing." "Hello, Daddy?" "Go if you want to." "Really?" "I mean, you have to go to the AP Lab, right?" "It's not like you and I can hang out." "Nebula, go watch the movie." "Okay, see you!" "Zum." "Zum." "Zum." "Zum." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Oh, come on!" "Is anybody out here?" "Something wrong?" "Another "zum?"" "Well, kind of, only higher." "Zum." "Zum!" "Ah, well," "That is what our monitor alarm sounds like, Zenon." "No "zum" or "zum"." "Beeps." "But, Commander, I..." "Well, what's all the excitement here?" "You're not going to believe this!" "Absolutely nothing, sir." "Zenon, you're not hearing alien voices again, I hope." "Oh, no, sir, not voices." "Signals. "Zums."" "You know, Commander, if all these instruments are, uh, whoo, suddenly "zum-ing," clearly indicating major malfunction, then perhaps this module should be the next one considered for deactivation." "No, no, no!" "Nothing's malfunctioning." "I heard what I heard, honest." "Even though the graph spikes clearly indicate nothing more than normal satellite interference?" "Cetus-lupeedus!" "Just because I can't explain it doesn't mean it's not true." "Let it go, Zenon." "In fact, I think it would be better if we suspended the rest of your assignment up here." "Zenon, you're done." "As in, banned for life?" "From this moment on, you are under direct orders to stay out of this lab." "No matter what." "Attention, Space Station residents." "The jettisoning of module seven will occur at 1700 hours today." "In anticipation of the tremor-like jolt associated with the separation, all personnel should report to designated secure areas at that time." "They've been here less than a week, and already these soldiers are about to start carving up our space station like med students on a cadaver." "Where's my stress helmet?" "Dad, why do they jettison modules, anyway?" "As far as I can figure, Wyndham and Lutz's sabotage effort knocked our station out of its intended orbit." "If any of the older, more vulnerable components push us farther out of whack, our entire base could come crashing down to Earth." "Swell." "Going to Earth the normal way isn't terrifying enough?" "We have to worry about crashing down." "This means by the end of the day, another piece of our home is gonna be gone?" "Are we just gonna sit here and take this?" "What do you propose we do?" "I don't know, but I'll think of something." "When heard from your lips, Zee, those are the most terrifying words in the galaxy." "Just wonderful." "You see this?" "You see where he put me?" "This is how much authority I have around here." "Hammond takes my office, and I, Commander Mop-and-Broom, get to operate from a utility closet." "Isn't that more of a reason to fight back?" "You fully love living in space, remember?" "This is where we're meant to be." "Is it?" "I'm starting to wonder if we wouldn't all be better off back on Earth." "Be done with the constant hassles, the perpetual fights to stay afloat." "I could marry Judy." "I could get a normal job." "I wouldn't have to be in charge of anything for a while." "Cetus-lupeedus, this is not you talking, Commander Plank." "Did my aliens take over your body or something?" "Your aliens?" "I think they're half the reason Hammond's pushing ahead with this." "All that talk of visitors from another planet makes us seem like a bunch of space kooks." "My mom says that everybody's calling her "the girl who cried alien."" "Zum, zum, zum." "You have to come along." "It's so fabulo." "You'll love it." "Oh, good." "There you are." "Not now, Margie." "I need you to do my history report on the stock market crash of 2006." "Daddy's testing a new commuter pod, and he's taking me and Neb along." "Isn't that so fun?" "Margie says, "They're really fabulo."" "What?" "Forget it." "Forget it!" "Forget everything!" "In fact, why don't you just forget we were ever friends!" "Can you wait here for a second?" "I guess." "Would you please tell me why you're acting so inky?" ""Fabulo"?" "Nebula, I can't believe you used her word." "It slipped out, okay?" "Do you want to laser-zap me for it?" "I'm sorry." "What's this really about?" "She's a pain-major, Neb!" "To you, maybe!" "Do I have to hate her just because you do?" "You would if you were really my BF." "Zenon, that's not fair." "You've been so caught up in this whole alien thing, I've hardly even seen you." "I'm just hanging around Margie 'cause it's something to do." "Fine, go with her and ride the inky commuter pod." "I hope you have a fabulo time!" "Ugh." "Ugh!" "I don't care if they think I'm a lunatic-major." "I heard what I heard, and I can't change that." "They can ridicule me and blame me, but I fully know I'm right about this." "Eh!" "I can't even win at solar solitaire anymore!" "I wish I'd never been sent to that stupid AP Lab in the first place." "Zum, zum, zum." "Zum, zum, zum." "Why does that sound so familiar?" "Whoa." "Thanks for coming down, Orion." "You're the only potential believer I could think to share this with." "I want you to hear something." "How much would I love you to tell me it's not more zums." "But it is." "Except this time, it came down on my zap-pad." "Don't ask how, but it just did." "Listen." "Zum, zum, zum" "♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom ♪" "Zum, zum, zum" "♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom ♪" "Are you inferring aliens sent you that?" "Why?" "Cetus-lupeedus, don't you get it?" "They're not trying to contact anyone on the Spay-Stay." "The aliens want to meet Proto Zoa." "♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom ♪" "I don't think you realize how big this might be, Zenon." "I mean, it is gargantuan." "No, it is Godzillian." "I'm seriously sure that we need to alert Plank." "Orion!" "Listen to me." "Both Plank and Hammond so don't want to hear about the aliens right now, so I'm kind of thinking we should keep this to ourselves." "Attention, Space Station personnel." "Report to secure areas immediately." "The jettisoning of Sector Seven will begin in one minute." "Great, here we go again." "I think it is rudeicrous times 10 how they are just blasting away our home bit by bit." "The way things are going, I half expect to look out the window and see a gigundous interstellar wrecking ball." "Jettisoning to occur in five, four, three, two, one." "Come on." "What?" "You're not speaking to me." "You won't listen to me." "You're so fully inked-out over that silly little fight we had?" "We're BFs for life!" "Okay." "Fine." "Be friends with Margie if that's what you want." "I don't care." "I just want to know how we're ever gonna get past this if you won't tell me what's truly tweaking you?" "We got tapped." "What?" "No." "No, no." "They cannot send you to Earth." "They are." "All my parents' experiments were being done on Sector 12, and that's the next one to go." "We're booked to leave on the shuttle tomorrow afternoon." "But, we're a pair." "We're a team!" "From hatch to dispatch, I know!" "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Neb?" "Well, you were so mad at me, I didn't think you'd care." "About some stupid crimes-minor?" "Neb!" "This is crisis-mode-extreme." "I hope you don't expect me to just sit here and take this?" "What are we gonna do?" "We'll think of something." "I don't care how many foreign enemies he has." "General Hammond has never been to war with Zenon Kar." "Are you mondo sure this is gonna work?" "What could possibly go wrong?" "Only about 479 things that I can think of." "What if those signals weren't really from outer space?" "They were!" "What if Hammond goes into global meltdown over your scheme, and dumps six more sectors just to be inky?" "Nobody ever achieved greatness without risk, Nebula." "Besides, when you're as low on the popular pole as I am, the only way you can go is up." "Look, our stuff." "Can you believe it?" "We're really going." "What am I gonna do without you?" "How am I gonna survive on Earth?" "Hey, at least it's not as gaseous as we used to imagine it to be." "The food..." "The food is lunarious." "The second you get there, you have to order a bacon double-mushroom onion cheeseburger and dedicate it to me." "Don't forget to try the o-rings." "Come on." "We tried to get Zenon to come down with us, but she said it was just too, you know, painful." "Oh, we understand, believe me." "Nebula was in tears all morning." "I wish those military clowns had some idea what they were doing to all of us." "They couldn't care less." "You got that right." "Well let me just say if and when we get tapped, you'll hear me kicking and screaming all the way down there on Earth." "The only thing Astrid hates more than flying is Earth itself." "Attention!" "All Earth-bound passengers must now board the shuttle in preparation for departure." "Attention!" "All Earth-bound passengers..." "Oh, we're gonna miss you, baby." "Zap-pad Zee as soon as you get settled, okay?" "Okay." "Bye." "I really hope Zee's gonna come through this all right." "I have faith." "Our daughter's never been one to take things lying down." "49er, Alpha Foxtrot." "Shuttle 22-02 you are cleared for docking at Gate Six." "Shuttle 620, Space Station, is now docking in Bay 72." "Now boarding Shuttle 1364." "Ow!" "Argh!" "About time, Houdini." "What took you so long?" "I escaped from my box a full two minutes ago." "Margie!" "What are you doing here?" "Are you trying to ruin everything?" "I can't believe this." "Were you spying on me?" "Did you tap my zap-pad, what?" "What in the cosmos are you trying to prove?" "Maybe I got tired of you being the one to always fly off and have the macro adventures." "Maybe I wanted a glory-moment-major for myself for once." "Ugh!" "Although," "I wish I would've known that I was gonna get so sweaty and gross, in that icky trunk." "Do I look dreadful?" "Margie, this isn't some stupid, silly field trip." "I came down here to try and stop your dad from slicing up my home like salami!" "Argh!" "By chasing aliens that probably don't even exist?" "Forget it!" "Zenon!" "Zenon!" "Zee-doll!" "Oh, wait a second." "Are you in trouble again?" "Why are you here?" "Was I supposed to pick you up somewhere?" "Am I in trouble?" "What in the world is going on?" "Breathe." "Okay." "Aunt Judy, it's okay." "It's okay." "I'll explain everything." "And nobody wants to believe me, even though I know the aliens are real, 'cause not only did they signal me twice in the AP lab, but..." "Who else could contact my zap-pad after I fully shut it down?" "Oh, it's aliens." "Of course it's aliens." "It was only a matter of time." "Do you seriously believe that?" "As sure as I believe my name is Judy Kling." "Which I do." "Most days." "I mean, how could there not be other life out in the endless expanse?" "What are we, a planet of egomaniacs?" "I have believed in aliens since I was your age, even younger, dollface." "They're out there, all right." "See?" "I told you!" "Isn't she the most stellanarious grown-up ever?" "So, will you help us?" "Please?" "With a mission this tricky-major, we can use all the support we can get." "Okay." "Yes!" "Let's think." "No one's seen Proto Zoa in months." "His own manager's been on the flat-screen saying he has no idea where he is." "What if the aliens aren't trying to find Proto Zoa?" "What if they have him?" "Excuse me?" "You know, what if they did some kind of, like an alien abduction, and now they're just trying to bring him back." "Do you seriously think a UFO could swoop down, swipe up one of the most mega-famous guys on the planet, and then zoom away without anyone seeing them?" "Negatory, Marge." "No." "He's here." "He's just in recluse mode extreme." "All right, miss never-wrong-about-anything, if his own friends and family can't find him, how will we?" "How else do you find a missing rock star?" "Study his lyrics." "Yeah, and this would help..." "How?" "Great writers write about what they know." "And if it's a person or a place they really love, it shows up in their stuff all the time." "Like, what's his greatest hit?" "I know, I know!" "Supernova Girl." "Impressive-major, Aunt Judy." "There was also Nova Nights, and" "Perfect Dream had a line in it about "the nova of my heart."" "So he's a nova freak." "What does that prove?" "Go with me here!" "What else does he talk about a lot?" "He always writes about love." "Who doesn't, Margie?" "Think specifics." "Okay, doesn't he mention some Linda girl in a ton of songs?" "Cetus-lupeedus, Margie!" "You're a genius-major!" "So, what else is new?" "What'd I say this time?" "Aunt Judy, doesn't "linda" mean something in Spanish?" "Beautiful." "I'm pretty sure." "Linda Nova, Nova Linda, hmm." "What are you doing?" "This is it!" "This is it!" "As my manager, Les, you should understand better than anybody, that someone as undeniably fantastic as me should be doing only undeniably fantastic things." "So, after being the first rock legend in outer space, what's left?" "What's next?" "Well, I can't run for President." "You got silly rule about having to actually be born in America and the Pope's out." "I heard that you have to actually be a Catholic." "So you see my dilemma, Lester?" "If I can't find new heights to hit, then I'd just rather be a Havana cabana boy, than be a burnout, sellout, was-once-isn't-now, but still fabulous-looking rock star." "I am definitely gonna be thrown out of adulthood for letting you two go off alone like this." "Worry down, Aunt Judy." "We're gonna be fine." "We've a map, a compass, bug repellent-major..." "Plus I was a galaxy scout for a few years." "Now, I normally took one of Daddy's soldiers along to help me do all the yucky stuff." "But we're older now and wiser and fully ready to handle anything." "Bye!" "Be careful!" "I'm hot!" "I'm tired!" "I've got all these icky little pricker-thingies in my ankles!" "And what would you like me to do, Margie?" "Carry you?" "Oh, no!" "No, no, no, no, no." "See, that's where I fully draw the line." "Zenon!" "See ya!" "Hey, wait!" "I hate this!" "I hate it!" "If people were intended to be outdoors, then they never would have invented houses!" "Zenon, if you're gonna stop dead, you could at least warn a girl." "Fine!" "You want a big adventure?" "Go right ahead of me." "All right." "Why?" "Ew!" "Margie?" "I'm home." "Are you here?" "Since you probably left this morning thinking I was still asleep, by the time you get this, Daddy, I'll be on Earth with Zenon." "It wasn't my idea, I swear!" "She forced me." "I know she seems harmless, but ever since this whole alien-mania thing," "I'm way afraid she's losing it." "She said she'd make my life a living death-major or worse if I didn't go along with her." "I love you, Daddy." "I'll contact you the second I can." "Bye-ness!" "We can't just walk around it." "There's no other way through." "Well, we can't just stand here until we turn into statues." "Can't you knock it down or something?" "Why don't you go do it?" "What if it's poisonous?" "Oh, so you'd rather me get bitten?" "Obviously!" "Ew!" "Ew!" "She's been down in her room all day." "Don't you think I should just go and check on her?" "What happened earlier when you knocked?" "She hollered at me to go away." "Oh, sweetie, when you were her age, been kicked around the way Zee's been, weren't your parents the last people you wanted to deal with?" "Leave her alone." "She'll be fine by the morning." "I don't know what in the name of Neptune your daughter thought she was doing, but if she harms one hair on my Margie's head..." "General Hammond, what are you talking about?" "I'm supposed to believe that you have no idea that Zenon went gallivanting off to Earth, forcing my Margie to go with her?" "That's impossible." "She's downstairs in her bedroom." "Go away!" "Leave me alone!" "I'm doing an experiment." "I will be out soon." "Go away!" "Hi, guys." "Um, I bet you're probably wondering where your darling daughter is?" "Cetus-lupeedus!" "I see it!" "I see his house!" "How do you do it?" "How do you always do it?" "Years of practice." "I'll never pull it off." "I'll never be the hero extreme." "You try too hard." "Relax." "You know, be yourself." "Don't try and be me." "What in the galaxy is so funny?" "Margie, it tickles!" "I can't move!" "Never send an amateur to do a job that requires a pro." "No, Margie!" "Don't!" "Oh, great!" "Now I'm stuck, too!" "Why didn't you warn me?" "I tried!" "I thought it was one of your stupid tricks!" "And that's my fault?" "Well, well, well." "What have I managed to snare?" "Zenon Kar?" "The first two signals came to me when I was in our Alien Patrol Lab." "The last one came to me when I was in our living quarters, so I put them together." "Just listen." "Zum, zum, zum." "Are you fully hearing this?" "They're fully imitating you!" "Isn't that so stellar?" "They're way obviously dying to meet you." "Of course they are, love." "Who wouldn't be?" "Are you all right, darling?" "She's fine." "So are you coming with us?" "Come where?" "To space so we can work out this little rendezvous." "Zenon, Zenon." "I've done the space thing, remember?" "The whole reason why I'm hiding out here is to rack my brain for new challenges." "Hello?" "Proto Zoa!" "First rock star ever to sing for alien beings from another galaxy." "Please tell me how you can get more unique-major than that." "Oy-oy-oy!" "Pack my spacesuit!" "All I need to know is when do we leave." "You know, it's hard to believe that Zee has actually topped herself with this one." "I hope she checks in soon, for everybody's sake." "And what was Judy thinking jumping right in to support this lunacy?" "Sometimes Judy gets so caught up in being the fun aunt, she doesn't always use her best judgment." "Mark?" "If we do get reassigned to Earth..." "It's not going to happen, hon." "But if it does..." "I mean, I'm sorry, but everything about living down there terrifies me." "This has been our home for so long." "It's so familiar and protected." "And it's where we belong." "I know." "But if we absolutely have to make the change, we will." "Being a family isn't about our address." "It's about getting through whatever we have to face." "Together." "Let's go to work." "Excuse us." "Could you step aside, please?" "Sorry, sir." "I'm here on orders from General Hammond." "You and Mrs. Kar are under house arrest." "We're what?" "What?" "Until your daughter returns with Hammond's daughter, you two are to remain confined to your quarters." "We have to get down to our lab." "We have some very important experiments in progress." "I am sorry, sir." "My orders were quite clear." "You are not permitted to leave these premises under any circumstances, until notified otherwise." "No, wait, I..." "Zenon!" "Zenon, I'm writing." "I'm actually writing." "I haven't been able to scribble down a single note since I fell into my funk." "Mondo-glad to be of service." "Here." "It's like my mom says," ""No fuel in the belly, no fire in the brain."" "What?" "I'm new at this." "Gemma usually does all the cooking in space." "Who'd have guessed?" "You know what, love." "There is something I'm a little bit curious about." "If your aliens were so fixated on meeting me, why didn't they just beam down to Nova Linda and look me up?" "Maybe they saw that last-century movie chip, E.T." "She speaks." "Yeah, and as soon as they land, creepy government official guys with lots of keys would try to catch them and experiment on 'em." "Or attack them and blow them up!" "Or lock them up in alien zoo." "No." "Meeting us in space?" "Much safer." "Well, then, that brings me onto another huge question." "Outer space is a pretty enormous expanse, if I recall." "How are we supposed to have any idea where to hook up with them?" "Access denied." "Right after they sent the first message directly to me," "Orion said he suspected they also downloaded all kinds of information, but I haven't figured out how to get it." "Access denied." "Access granted." "Cetus-lupeedus, look!" "We definitely know it's a map, Orion." "I just don't know how to read it." "Okay, can you upload it to me?" "I can try." "You do that." "I'll see if I can match any of their coordinates and get back to you ASAP." "Great." "You're the best." "Oh, man." "Contact!" "How does she do it?" "You have to, Margie." "That's all there is to it." "You have to." "You expect me to call Daddy, ask him to send us a shuttle to fly into oblivion, to go meet aliens?" "He'll blow a gasket!" "I'm sure he's already dying to toss you in the brig after kidnapping me." "Kidnapping you?" "Well, I had to tell him something." "He would have gotten all red-faced mad at me, if he thought I'd flown off just to have an adventure." "Oh, so once again, I'm the expendable one." "Exactly." "But I thought you had him, oh, so totally wrapped." "About some things." "Look, you fully have to convince him to let us use the shuttle." "End of story." "The aliens are waiting, Margie, and if we can show the world that our Spay-Stay's responsible for contacting other life forms then..." "Maybe they'll stop tearing it apart and leave us alone." "Come on, Marge." "You can do it." "I know you can." "No, no." "That's where you're wrong." "Technology and I have never gotten along." "All I'm asking you to do is call your father." "That's it." "Proto Zoa and I will be right here rooting for you." "The true nature of our mission..." "Hello, Daddy?" "...has been kept secret in order to avoid widespread panic up here." "Daddy?" "As soon as we've relocated all Space Station personnel to Earth by the end of next week, we will jettison the remaining sectors." "All that will be left is the central core." "So the decision to scrap the old girl is definite, sir?" "Oh, whatever Wyndham and Lutz did has caused this craft to drift so far out of orbit that the natural decomposition process has increased tenfold." "If we don't act, Hart, this entire base could drop out of the sky like Dorothy's farmhouse." "Bottom line, this tub is history." "How did you tap into this?" "How should I know?" "I told you I'm the master of disaster at all this." "I could hear him." "He just couldn't hear me." "Can you believe this?" "They're not up there to unload a few sectors of my Spay-Stay." "They're going to dismantle the whole thing!" "I'm telling you what Zenon heard Hammond telling Hart." "If we don't jump in and do something drastic, your entire Space Station is going to be history." "And soon." "All right, look." "Suppose I could rustle up a shuttle, and suppose, just for a minute, that I was insane enough to take off after a pack of Proto Zoa-loving aliens." "Exactly how am I supposed to know where to go?" "Are you ready for this one?" "The aliens sent Zenon a map." "They what?" "It's true!" "She uploaded it to Orion." "No one down here knew how to read it, but we're hoping that he'll have the skills and the tools to decipher it." "Judy?" "Sweetheart?" "Do you have the slightest idea how crazy this sounds?" "Sure I do, but, life is crazy." "Especially life with Zenon." "Still, Edward, you have to admit that she has this uncanny ability to be right about these things." "Once I got this scale figured out," "I simply used their benchmark symbols of the Earth and Moon to calibrate their distance units." "Then I re-plotted those locations to our standard issue navigational chart." "Look, I mean this is amazing, sir." "It's all lined up." "In all candor, Orion, do you believe this map is legitimate?" "Look, sir, if you get on a shuttle and you fly out to the location indicated here in my hardly humble opinion, you are going to find yourself, face to face with extraterrestrials." "There you are." "Did you talk to Plank?" "Did he get the shuttle?" "Is he coming?" "No word yet." "Oh, 'cause I was thinking..." "What am I doing?" "If I confide in you, you'll sooner or later find some way to use it against me." "Why do you hate me?" "What are you talking about?" "You're the one that hates me, remember?" "You've been mean and sarcastic to me since the last time I was on Earth." "Oh, that." "Don't you know that's just how I am?" "You're fully ridiculous to take it personally." "People do take it personally." "No one wants to be made fun of or picked on." "Wait, are you actually saying people listen to me?" "Okay." "My dad's been in the military my whole life." "Do you know how many times we've moved, how many schools I've gone to?" "And every time, it's like macro-hard to start over." "I am..." "I mean..." "I don't try to be a jerk." "I just don't know how to fit in." "Unlike you, who pops in anywhere and instant popularity extreme." "Yeah, but I always wind up with everyone looking to me for fun, adventure, and answers." "Like now." "What if I'm wrong about this whole alien thing?" "What if I get Plank into a lot of trouble for taking that shuttle?" "I've already got my parents under house arrest." "My mom is burning through one stress helmet after another, fully blowing an o-ring about relocating to Earth, and..." "Everybody's got pressures in their life, Margie." "If you wanna make some real friends, start by learning you're not the only person in the galaxy with problems." "I know it's a huge adjustment, honey, but couldn't you try to find something to smile about?" "Like what?" "I've seen pictures of prisons that weren't as depressing as this apartment." "We're only here until we get our whole job situation sorted out." "Why don't you try to go outside today, explore a little?" "Every time I step out that door, there's either a hover car or an ohm-cycle or a wham-board trying to run me over." "The air is inky brown." "The food tastes like plastic." "I want to go home." "Don't we all?" "But, since that's currently not an option, you might as well give this place a chance." "It can be quite lovely if you're open to it." "Most of the people are incredibly warm and welcoming." "Hello, ma'am." "Is this the home of Nebula Wade?" "Yes. who are you?" "Captain Rand Wills, United States Intergalactic Patrol." "I was dispatched by General Hammond." "To do what?" "To interview your daughter, and find out what she knows about the current whereabouts of Zenon Kar." "Excuse me for interrupting, General." "Do you have a minute?" "Oh, please, come in." "Um, I have..." "I have a slightly embarrassing personal favor to ask you, sir." "My girlfriend down on Earth has really been nagging me to visit her, and truth be told," "I've been missing her terribly." "Would you permit me to pilot the departing transport shuttle this evening?" "I'd deliver our returning crew members, spend a brief 24 hours with Judy, and be back up here by midday Monday." "If you can spare me, that is, sir." "I don't see why that couldn't work, Commander." "Thank you." "Thank you very much, General." "I can't tell you how much I..." "We appreciate this." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "I don't think I can impress upon you how imperative it is that we find Miss Kar as soon as possible." "Listen, I told you everything I know." "She came down here to find Proto Zoa." "Would this be a reference to the renowned rock musician who's been absent from public view of late?" "That's the guy." "Precisely how did Miss Kar intend to discover his whereabouts?" "Mister, Zenon and I have been friends our whole lives, and I'm still way clear-minor on how she does anything." "That's amazing, Aunt Judy!" "He's coming down?" "He is actually coming down?" "How'd you pull it off, Aunt Jude?" "That's a miracle-major!" "Just so you know how much I love and believe in you, before he'd even talk to Hammond," "Edward made me agree to brave my fears and come back with you guys, for a visit in space." "Did you hear that?" "Aunt Judy did it!" "We got a shuttle, and Plank's going to pilot us to meet the aliens." "Where are we hooking up with him?" "Carlson Beach." "You guys need to get there as soon as possible, but make sure that you stay out of sight." "Why?" "What's up?" "Well, Nebula called to say that Hammond has a patrol down here searching for you, checking anywhere and everywhere that you guys might be." "Oh, stellar!" "Have they shown up at your place yet?" "Not yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time." "Revise that." "I'm pretty sure that the time is now." "Oh!" "Did you hear that, guys?" "It's happening!" "It's really happening!" "We're going to space to meet the aliens!" "Woo-hoo!" "Whoa!" "I thought I heard footsteps inside." "It doesn't seem like anybody's here." "Guess we might as well take off." "Oh, man, you have zero idea how envy-green I am." "I mean, this is the real deal, Commander." "This is the trip I have spent my whole life cogitating about." "I mean, you're actually getting to meet extraterrestrials." "Yes, well, I'm still very..." "I'm still very skeptical about this whole thing, Orion." "General." "Sir." "Oh, hang on." "You don't want to be rocketing off to meet the aliens without your navigational charts." "Thank you, Orion." "I can't tell you how much I appreciate..." "All your help." "Now, before your Heli-Hover arrives I have to ask you one thing." "You do know you're only gonna be in space a few days, right?" "I've seen luggage stores with less luggage." "Let me remind you ladies that staying as fabulous-looking as I am requires mega attention" "to detail." "This is ridiculous." "Hammond won't even take my zap-pad calls anymore." "How long do you think he's gonna keep us locked up in here?" "Not one minute after Zee and Margie get back." "Do you really think Plank is gonna get away with flying them out to find the aliens?" "Actually, folks, funny you should mention that." "Cetus-lupeedus, Aunt Judy, what happened to you?" "You have no idea what a rush it is to ditch a couple of G-men." "My poor heart is pounding faster than a hummingbird's." "Have we heard from Zenon yet?" "They're back from Nova Linda Cove and they're headed for Carlson Beach." "Great." "Before we go, would you mind terribly if maybe I washed up a little bit?" "No, of course not." "Come on." "I don't think you have any idea of what an unmitigated disaster this is turning into, Zenon." "We're under house arrest." "Plank is now under full military arrest." "Now, as much as we wanna support you in this, honey, your mother and I are starting to think that maybe you ought to surrender to Hammond's patrol and come home." "And fully forget about the aliens?" "We can't!" "What if they're in some kinda trouble out there in East-Nothingsville?" "What if that's why they contacted us in the first place?" "Zee, listen to us." "There comes a time when we have to be practical." "Now, the bottom-line reality is, Plank is the only one on our side who has the ability to fly a shuttle." "Actually, Daddy, I think you're forgetting someone." "I can't, Mark." "I can't." "I..." "And it's not a question of not wanting to, it's just, it's simply, just, I can't!" "All right." "Then, don't." "But, Zee and her aliens?" "I have to admit it would be thrilling." "Not to mention historical." "Why couldn't you be the pilot in the family," "I mean, you'd go out there in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?" "Mmm-hmm." "When did I turn into such a big, fat chicken?" "I used to love flying." "I loved adventure." "Zenon doesn't get it all from you, you know?" "I do know." "You were a wild woman." "So, what happened?" "We had a kid." "Suddenly, the stakes changed." "But she wants me to do it." "I mean, she wants me to do this more than anyone." "Sure, she does, honey." "But, in the end, the only one who can make the decision is you." "We followed Zenon's directions exactly, right?" "So, where are they?" "Worry-down, Aunt Judy." "I'm sure they'll be here any minute." "Are you sure you know where you're going, Orion?" "Look, trust me," "I studied this ship's navigational charts 100 times." "What?" "Yes, this way." "You sure?" "I really don't think" "I'm capable of flying a shuttle at this point, Orion." "I'm telling you, Mrs. K., it's fine, you won't have to." "What?" "What do you mean?" "With Hammond's men on high alert, we are never gonna get a shuttle outta here." "Ow!" "Um." "So, you are going to be flying this." "Ugh." "Hi, you guys!" "Hi!" "I missed you so much." "Hello, Proto Zoa." "Hi." "Hello." "Hi." "Oh, how did Edward ever pick this spot to land?" "Cetus-lupeedus, Aunt Judy, no one's told you yet?" "Told me what?" "What happened?" "Okay, no reason to go into meltdown mode, but Plank got caught with the navigational charts," "Hammond threw him into military jail." "Hammond's going on the mega-warpath and if I'm wrong about this whole alien thing, it could be disaster-extreme." "But, sweat-minor, Aunt Judy, 'cause I'm fully sure everything's gonna be just fine." "But, if Edward isn't piloting the ship, who is?" "Oh, my word, this was a mistake." "I..." "How did I let myself get talked into this?" "Look, just relax, okay." "I mean, except for nearly clipping the research tower on takeoff, you've been doing just fine." "You don't understand." "The only thing more terrifying to me than taking off is landing." "I, uh, I really don't think I can do it." "Look, I don't wanna be unsupportive or anything, Mrs. K., but maybe you should've thought of that before we took off." "We're the United States Military, Wills, she's a 15-year-old girl!" "How hard could she possibly be to find?" "It's harder than we thought, sir." "Well, we would have found her by now if I was down there." "I would be in firm control." "What is it, Hart?" "Uh, sir, about the maintenance scout that we've seemed to, um, misplaced, we located it on approach back to Earth." "Okay, brace yourself, we're abound to enter the atmosphere." "Oh, dear." "I really have to do this now, don't I?" "The landing." "Oh, my word, the landing." "Look, Mrs. K., I have full confidence in you, but can I suggest this is gonna be easier if you open your eyes!" "Can you believe my mom is doing this?" "With all her fear-major and recent-experience-minor, where do you suppose she got the courage?" "From you, dollface." "It's true." "You constantly push all of us into places we never ever, in a million years, thought we could go." "There it is, it's almost here!" "Whoa, whoa, too fast..." "Okay." "Oh, my..." "My heart..." "Orion, what if it kept flying right out of my chest?" "Oh, that'd be bad." "Breathe, just remember to breathe." "Okay." "Oh." "Oh, oh, oh!" "Oh." "Red-Dog-1 to Blue-Eagle-2, we are closing on target." "Roger that, Red-Dog." "We have visual confirmation." "Frequency range of five clicks." "Watch your flanks, people." "Oh!" "Mrs. Kar, good to see you again." "Uh-oh." "Who's that?" "I've got an idea but let's not stick around to find out." "Mom, we have to go!" "Now?" "I don't even get to catch my breath?" "I don't think I can do this." "I hate to tell you, Mom, but having me for a kid, you haven't caught your breath since I was born." "Target in sight." "What's happening?" "What's going on?" "I don't think the thrusters have had a proper chance to cool yet." "I can't get them to reignite." "Come on, Mom, we can do this." "Engage target." "Roger that." "Come on." "Let's go, let's go!" "It's your wife." "And your girlfriend." "And your daughter and my daughter and Orion and a rock star?" "Uh, just to be clear, sir, Zenon's pal Nebula is also on board." "Sir." "Do you even have an inkling of what deep trouble you're all in, flying an unauthorized mission across the universe chasing phantoms?" "Actually, sir, they've had an ongoing signal from these "phantoms"" "who are, apparently, in some sort of distress." "That is nonsense, Commander, it's treason." "And since it's also a very risky and brave endeavor, and since we all have people we love on that ship, sir, maybe instead of assigning blame and punishment, we ought to focus on a way of helping them achieve a safe return?" "Sir." "I don't get it, Mom." "We're exactly where we're supposed to be according to Orion's charts, right?" "Well, if the aliens are there, then why aren't they here?" "Well, the trouble is, converting their measurements to ours doesn't mean the calculations were precise." "I mean, even a variance of a few degrees on paper could mean thousands of miles out here in space." "We are gonna find them, aren't we?" "I mean, we'll just fly around out here until they show up?" "We can't do that forever, Zee." "We have a finite fuel supply, limited provisions." "It's okay, they're gonna be here, I know it." "I've a feeling-major in my bones." "Whatever ends up happening out here, thank you." "For what?" "Shaking me outta my cocoon." "Getting me to fly again, be out here with you." "Honey, you showed me that it's fine to wanna live a safe and sane life, but sometimes we can get so safe, you practically stop living." "Cetus-lupeedus, I did all that?" "Yeah, all that and more, believe me." "You know, when you're growing up and thinking about someday having kids of your own, you spend lots of time imagining all the things you wanna show and teach them, all the ways you'll guide and mold them." "But, I don't think anybody can possibly anticipate the thousands of things your children are going to teach you." "Fuel tanks in depletion zone." "Fuel tanks in depletion zone." "Prepare to switch to..." "We're running out of fuel already?" "Oh, no, don't worry." "Orion said that the auxiliary tanks he put in are even larger than the main tanks." "Warning!" "Auxiliary tanks empty." "Please reconnect to main tanks." "Now, that's wrong, it has to be." "The auxiliary tanks can't be empty." "Fuel tanks in depletion zone." "Please reconnect to main tanks." "Auxiliary tanks empty." "Orion, did everything appear normal when you refilled the auxiliary tanks?" "You did refill them, didn't you?" "Can't we just call the Space Station and have them send a rescue ship?" "Quickly, quicker than quickly." "I mean, I know they're not exactly thrilled with us but they can't wanna leave us up here to die!" "I tried calling but there must be a meteor shower in progress because all I got was static." "Of course, just our luck, right?" "Tell me one thing, do I look half as hysterical as I feel?" "What, more so than usual, you mean, love?" "Uh, folks, we also have another problem." "Before anyone can reach us, we're gonna get sucked into the moon's gravitational field." "Is that bad?" "Uh, well, not until our ship goes crashing down to the surface and explodes, no." "Oh, that's bad!" "What're we gonna do, Mrs. Kar?" "Look, everyone first of all should stay calm." "Are you sure?" "Because I'm really much better at panicking." "Panicking, I do very, very well." "I have always known that blasting into an endless void was bad for one's health." "Oh, always." "So, how did I end up here?" "I'm afraid that's my fault, Aunt Judy." "Cetus-lupeedus, how did I get us mixed up into this crazy mess!" "Come on, come on, folks, we can't die out here in space." "I ain't released my greatest hits chip yet." "Look out." "Get into your chairs and buckle up." "What's happening?" "Exactly as Orion predicted, the moon's gotten a hold of us." "We're going down!" "Mom." "Mom, it's them!" "It's my aliens." "Where're they taking us?" "This isn't happening." "Am I dreaming?" "How can this be happening?" "What if they're taking us back to their planet as souvenirs?" "Yeah, like "Mom and Dad went to the Milky Way and all I got were these crummy humans."" "They're not gonna hurt us." "They're helping us." "You cannot be in a ship that beautiful and be evil." "Look at it." "It's the most stellanarious thing I've ever seen." "What if they try to come on board?" "If they knock, do we open the door?" "Maybe they'll go right through the door." "They are aliens, Margie, not ghosts." "Is it..." "Do we think it's..." "Is it them?" "I certainly think so." "Cetus-lupeedus, did you see that?" "He waved back!" "Zenon, Zenon." "Please." "I am their idol, I do suppose it's me they wanna see." "Madam, sir," "I bet you got a million questions for me, ain't you, you little beasties?" "Well, I'm here." "I'm here and, uh, I'm available for photographs, autographs or simply standing here, looking spectacular." "Have at me, darlings!" "What if we were wrong?" "What if it wasn't Proto Zoa they were after?" "Okay." "So, then what do they want?" "Well, there has to be some reason that they worked so hard to get us all up here." "Apparently, their ship's navigational computer's gone into meltdown-mode-major." "They're been lost in space for the equivalent of three Earth years." "They can't negotiate their way back home without the help of working instruments." "Honey, how do you know all that?" "I don't know." "It's like they jumped inside my brain so I can speak for them or something." "It kind of feels like..." "Whoa, hold on, it's happening again." "If they could please upload the information from our navigational system, they'd be happy to give us a tow back to the Spay-Stay and be on their way home." "Whoa, hey, hey, hey." "If they're such highly evolved, intelligent beings why don't they simply tap into our Space Station mainframe and take the charts they need." "What?" "What did they say now?" "Taking without asking is not polite." "I'm warning you two, this had better not be some stunt..." "We are telling you exactly what Zenon zap-padded us." "Margie's with them, they're all safe, they're on their way back and if we stand by, we are gonna witness something that is, and I quote," ""The most astonishing event-major of the 21st Century."" "There's something coming, sir." "Is it the Maintenance Scout?" "At this point, sir, um, it looks like a flying rainbow." "They were there, Dad!" "They were real!" "It was incredible, it was amazing, it was beyond amazing!" "As happy as I am to have you all safely back home," "I hope none of you assumes this gets you off the hook!" "You know, what you all seem to be missing is that aliens or no aliens, and I'm still not convinced that those little swirling lights you talked about truly were alien beings." "But the fact remains, I was not set up here to be some mustache-twirling villain," "I was simply sent to follow orders." "This Space Station has drifted out of its prescribed orbit." "It is deteriorating at dangerously accelerated rate." "And the dismantling I began will continue." "And all your little escapade has done is to put several people whom you claimed to love into life-threatening jeopardy." "It was reckless, it was selfish." "No, Daddy." "What Zenon did was brave and thrilling and..." "Marjorie Leslie Hammond, I..." "Are you contradicting me?" "Do you dare to argue with me?" "Yes, Daddy." "I do." "I'm terribly sorry, but you're wrong." "Zenon did find aliens and they spoke to us through her." "And we gave them the navigational stuff that they needed and they gave us a tow home." "And the whole thing is so macro that the world needs to know about it." "Proof, Margie." "What no one here seems to be offering is proof." "Are we falling out of orbit?" "Uh, actually, we're falling back into orbit." "What is going on?" "Stellar." "Thank you!" "Thank you, thank you, thank you, ladies and gents." "Well, as my pal Zenon Kar can testify, when she so cleverly found me on Nova Linda Cove, I was a mess." "Full of problems, lost, confused, hadn't written a song in a year." "So, she told me about these space aliens, and she told me that they wanted to contact me." "But guess what, the sad truth is, they didn't care one wit about me." "They picked up my transmission of my concert in outer space and used that to contact a true believer, Zenon." "Oh, it was quite a humbling experience actually, but you know what, it doesn't matter because this episode has revitalized me." "So what if I'm not the center of the universe?" "I mean, look at me, I wanted new challenges and I've gotten them." "I'm even playing weddings now!" "So, to Commander and Mrs. Edward Plank," "and with credit to Zenon for inspiration." "Zenon!" "This song is for you." "All right, everybody, clap!" "♪ Hiding out, all alone" "♪ Laughter in my fear" "♪ Only you, see right through" "♪ Make it seem so clear" "♪ A fiery nova" "♪ Rolling over" "♪ Blasting into space" "♪ A blazing comet" "♪ Smiles upon it" "♪ Your stellanarious face" "♪ Wake me up, shake me up, race me to the stars" "♪ So much to know So far to go" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ The galaxy is ours, my girl" "♪ The galaxy is ours ♪" "Hey." "Margie, what are you doing here?" "I thought your dad sent you back to Earth." "Well, he did." "Or he was going to." "But when the President ordered him and Commander Plank to run the Spay-Stay together," "I convinced him to let me stick around so we can really get to know each other." "Isn't that fabulo?" "Are you pancaked I'm staying?" "Margie, if we could survive this adventure together," "I'm pretty sure this galaxy's big enough for the both of us." "♪ Wake me up, shake me up Race me to the stars" "♪ So much to know So far to go" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ The galaxy is ours, my girl" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ Wake me up, shake me up Race me to the stars" "♪ So much to know So far to go" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ The galaxy is ours, my girl" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ Mystical lights" "♪ Magical nights" "♪ A chance to blaze new trails" "♪ Open your eyes Travel the skies" "♪ Your spirit-major prevails" "♪ So wake me up, shake me up Race me to the stars" "♪ So much to know So far to go" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ The galaxy is ours, my girl" "♪ The galaxy is ours" "♪ Yeah, the galaxy is ours" "♪ Galaxy is ours" "♪ Yeah, the galaxy is ours" "♪ Galaxy is ours"