[LAUGHING]
[WHIRRING]
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- IT'S ALIVE!
- HA HA HA!
OH, YEAH!
I'M WEALTHY AND SUCCESSFUL.
FANTASTIC!
[BUZZER]
- [SNORTING]
READY FOR THIS?
- YOU'RE GOING DOWN, DEVIL.
- SEACREST, OUT.
- HA HA HA!
- HA HA HA.
YOU GOTTA LOVE BEING A STAY-AT-HOME DAD.
BUT SOME DAYS ARE TOUGHER THAN OTHERS.
- DON'T WORRY, DAD.
SENOR CLEAN IS ON THE JOB.
- ♪ SENOR CLEAN, SENOR CLEAN ♪
- NEED A LITTLE HELP?
- THANKS, SENOR CLEAN!
- OH, NO. I NO FINISHED YET.
- HA HA. WHAT?
- GO SEE A MOVIE, KIDS.
- YAY!
- MY WIFE WILL BE HOME SOON.
- NOW WITH HER BRAKE LINES CUT, SHE WON'T!
- ♪ SENOR CLEAN GETS IT DONE ♪
- SOMETIMES WITH MY PENIS!
- SEACREST, OUT!
- AAH!
HMM.
- WELL, IT IS SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE
TO FLY A CREW OF MEN TO THE ASTEROID AND DESTROY IT,
SAVING OUR PLANET.
HOWEVER, IT WILL COST 80,000 TRILLION DOLLARS.
- SIR, IS THAT A MADE-UP NUMBER?
- YES.
- [REPORTERS CLAMORING]
- THE FINE CITIZENS OF THIS COUNTRY
ARE RELUCTANT TO SUPPORT ANOTHER TAX INCREASE.
THEREFORE, CONGRESS IS AMERICA TO VOTE ON WHO GOES INTO SPACE.
- DON'T WE HAVE HIGHLY TRAINED ASTRONAUTS?
- OH, THAT'S SOMETHING OF A MYTH.
- AND HOW CAN PEOPLE VOTE?
- THEY CAN CALL OUR SPECIAL 800 NUMBER.
YOU CAN VOTE AS MANY TIMES AS YOU LIKE.
BUT EACH CALL COSTS YOU $30,000.
KIDS, GET YOUR PARENTS' PERMISSION.
- AS YOUR LEADER, I WOULD BE HONORED IF AMERICA SELECTED ME
TO LEAD A DANGEROUS SUICIDE MISSION INTO OUTER SPACE.
BUT THIS LETTER FROM MY DADDY SAYS I DON'T GOT TO GO.
♪ NA NA NA NA NA ♪
ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM!
- THE RESULTS ARE IN.
AND THE MEN AMERICANS HAVE CHOSEN TO LEAD THE METEOR MISSION
IS HARRISON FORD.
FORD HAS STARRED IN MORE TOP-GROSSING MOTION PICTURES
THAN ANY OTHER ACTOR ALIVE.
AND NOW THE FATE OF THE WORLD IS IN HIS CAPABLE HANDS.
- LISTEN, I'M 62-YEARS-OLD.
I'M JUST AN ACTOR.
YOU PEOPLE ARE ALL INSANE.
- GO GET HIM, HANS SOLO!
- I'D LIKE TO MEET THE TEAM OF ENGINEERS
WHO WILL ACCOMPANY ME ON THIS MISSION.
- ACTUALLY, THE REMAINING 5 SPOTS ON THE FLIGHT
WILL BY FILLED BY AEROSMITH.
WE NEED A COOL THEME SONG FOR THIS MISSION.
- I'M READY TO ROCK!
[RETCH]
- MY GOD. DID YOU JUST GET OFF THE CENTRIFUGE TRAINER?
- NO, I JUST SHOT SMACK INTO BOTH MY EYEBALLS.
YOW!
- THAT'S TERRIBLE!
AW, STEVEN TYLER'S BEEN CLEAN FOR YEARS.
I HAVE TO WRITE AN ANGRY LETTER.
"DEAR ASSFACES..."
- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I GATHERED YOU HERE TODAY
TO VOLUNTEER MY SERVICES TO GO BLOW UP THAT METEOR.
I MEAN, COME ON,
I BLEW UP THE FRIGGING DEATH STAR WITH MY EYES CLOSED.
HA. NO PROBLEM.
- THAT WAS JUST A MOVIE, DUDE.
- 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. LIFTOFF.
- YEAH! [RETCHING]
- ALL RIGHT, THIS IS IT, PEOPLE.
WE'VE GOTTA MAKE A PERFECT 3 POINT LANDING
ON THE SURFACE OF A CHUNK OF ROCK
TRAVELING 14,000 KILOMETERS AN HOUR
AND USE OUR POSITIONING SOFTWARE
TO DETERMINE THE EXACT LOCATIONS
IN WHICH TO DETONATE OUR CHARGES,
FRACTURING THE METEORITE INTO SMALL ENOUGH PIECES
THAT WILL BURN UP HARMLESSLY IN THE EARTH'S ATMOSPHERE.
THEN WE GOTTA TURN THIS PUPPY AROUND
AND GET HOME IN ONE PIECE.
CAN WE DO THIS?
- YEAH!
- ARE YOU WITH ME?
- YEAH!
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
- [BLEEP]
- NOW, THAT SUCKS DONKEY DUNG.
- GOTTA LAY LOW FOR A WHILE.
AH, THIS LOOKS LIKE A GOOD SPOT.
ONCE I GET MY BODY BACK AND REVERSE THE GYPSY CURSE,
OR WHATEVER THE HELL MY ORIGIN IS,
I WON'T BE HANGING OUT IN ANY LETTUCE PATCHES.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HUH? WHO'S THERE?
COME AND GET SOME!
WHAT ARE YOU?
ZOMBIES?
- WE HAVE NO SOULS.
- WE FEEL NO PAIN.
- WITH YOUR SOUL, WE CAN FINALLY FREE OURSELVES
FROM THIS WRETCHED LETTUCE PATCH.
- [MOANING AND GROANING]
- SOUL, GIMME YOUR SOUL.
- ♪ SOUL ♪
- [MOANING]
- AAH!
- SOUL! SOUL! - SOUL!
- AAH!
- GIMME YOUR SOUL. YOUR SOUL!
- AAH! - AAH!
- WITH THEIR NEW SOULS,
NOTHING COULD STOP THE LETTUCE HEAD KIDS.
THAT'S WHERE I COME IN. I'M BUFFY.
I FIGHT EVIL. IT'S WHAT I DO.
AND THAT'S HOW SEASON 8 WOULD'VE STARTED.
- [BLEEP] NO WONDER YOU QUIT.
- GIVE ME THE BOOBIES!
- SEACREST, OUT.
- AND WELCOME TO THE FOURTH ANNUAL WINTER PET GAMES
DOWNHILL SKIING COMPETITION.
- LET'S HEAR FROM SOME OF THOSE PET OWNERS.
- MUFFIN WAS BORN TO SKI.
- THIS IS FLOPSY'S DECISION, NOT MINE.
I COULDN'T KEEP HIM OFF THE SLOPE,
EVEN IF I WANTED TO.
AND I DON'T.
- MR. MUGGS DIDN'T CHOOSE SKIING.
SKIING CHOSE MR. MUGGS.
- [YOWLING]
- ALWAYS NICE TO HEAR FROM THOSE PET-O-PHILES.
- HOO-HOO, THEY REALLY HATE IT WHEN YOU CALL THEM THAT.
- AND THEY'RE OFF!
- YOU'VE REALLY GOTTA QUESTION THE WISDOM
OF SENDING ALL THE RACERS DOWN THE HILL AT ONCE.
- YOU SURE DO... IF YOU'RE A COMMUNIST, MAYBE!
- [YOWL]
- PART OF BEING COLORBLIND
IS NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THOSE RED WARNING FLAGS.
- OH, THERE GOES FLOPSY.
HE WON THE CANADIAN NATIONALS EARLIER THIS YEAR.
- OH, CANADA!
- OH, THE AGONY OF DEFEAT.
- IT'S MR. MUGGS! MR. MUGGS IS LEADING THE PACK.
MR. MUGGS WINS IT!
- WHAT A GREAT DAY FOR ANIMAL SPORTS.
- OOH!
[MOANING AND GROANING]
- GROSS. EWW.
- WE NOW RETURN TO "BEHIND THE MUSIC PRESENTS...
ELECTRIC MAYHEM."
TIMES WERE GOOD FOR DR. TEETH AND HIS ELECTRIC MAYHEM.
THE BAND LANDED A STEADY GIG WITH THE MUPPET THEATER
AND THE PAY WAS RELIABLE.
BUT THE GOOD TIMES WERE NOT TO LAST.
AFTER A 5 YEAR RUN,
ELECTRIC MAYHEM GOT THE PINK SLIP
THAT WOULD CHANGE THEIR LIVES FOREVER.
- "THE MUPPET SHOW" WAS A GOOD GIG WHILE IT LASTED.
GOT A LOT OF TAIL WITH THAT KIND OF EXPOSURE.
I EVEN GOT TO SLEEP WITH JOSIE OF THE PUSSYCATS,
BACK WHEN THAT MEANT SOMETHING.
BUT KERMIT JUST COULDN'T KEEP UP THE RENT ON THE THEATER,
AND WELL, THE MOB SHUT US DOWN.
- WITH THEIR STEADY PAYCHECK SUDDENLY GONE,
THE BAND DID WHAT THEY COULD--
KIDS' PARTIES, BAR MITZVAHS,
AND EVEN OFFERING CHILDREN PIANO LESSONS.
- OH, HOLY [BLEEP]. YOU MAKE ME WANNA PEE MYSELF.
THAT WAS TERRIBLE.
- THE BAND'S WOES WEREN'T LIMITED TO FINANCIAL TROUBLE.
- COME ON, TOMMY LEE'S RICH, GOOD-LOOKING.
COULDN'T HAVE BEEN THAT BAD.
- LIKE, HE GAVE ME HEPATITIS "C".
I ONLY HAVE 5 YEARS TO LIVE.
- ARE YOU GONNA SHOW ME THOSE BOOBS?
- [BLEEP] YOU, HOWARD. I'M DYING!
- THE BAND PINNED THEIR COMEBACK HOPES
ON THEIR "STAR SEARCH" SPECIAL.
BUT NO ONE COULD FORESEE THE CONSEQUENCES
FOR THE BAND'S MOST BELOVED MEMBER.
- OH, HO HO. DID YOU SEE THAT?
THE DRUMMER LOOKS LIKE AN EPILEPTIC RAG DOLL.
HO HO HO!
- AAH!
- GET OFF ME! HA HA HO!
HELP! WHERE'S JOHNNY?
- AFTER A LONG HISTORY OF BEHAVIOR PROBLEMS,
THE ON-AIR ATTACK OF ED McMAHON WAS THE LAST STRAW.
THE COURT'S RULED THAT THE BAND'S DRUMMER ANIMAL
BE PUT DOWN.
- AAH! AAH! RAH. RAH. RAH.
- OH, NO! OH, NO!
- A REUNION? NOW? NO.
NOT HAPPENING, BROTHER.
CHECK IT, MY MAN.
ANIMAL'S DEAD.
AND ZOOT? I HAVEN'T ZOOT IN YEARS.
NOT SINCE HE WAS PICKED UP IN TOKYO
WITH 37 POUNDS OF HASH IN HIS BAG.
- TODAY, ELECTRIC MAYHEM IS NO MORE.
FOR THESE AGED ROCKERS, THERE ARE NO REGRETS.
- HEY, THAT'S LIFE, MAN.
IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO REALIZE
THAT FAME ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT.
IT'S GOOD FRIENDS AND GOOD HEALTH.
- [COUGH COUGH]
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- STUPID MONKEY.