Lumberjack doesn't stand a chance
against Man-Woman's bone-crushing girlie slaps.
( with static ): Jim... my.
Jimmy, help.
Uh... was that Brobot?
You mean that robot you made because you wanted a brother
who drove you crazy,
so you made robot parents and sent them to the moon?
The Moony Men are attacking us.
Help us, Jimmy.
Yup, that was him.
Want a drink?
I have Classic Purple Flurp, Diet,
and New Improved Purple Flurp with more purple.
Jimmy, aren't you going to help Brobot?
No, I'm not going to help him.
He was a major pain.
But he's your brother.
Yeah, he's your own nuts and bolts and circuits!
You got to save him
before the Moony Men rip him apart.
Brobot can take care of himself.
I provided him with self-preservation circuitry.
Jimmy, I forgot to tell you—
they've disabled my self-preservation circuitry.
Oh. I guess we're going to the moon.
Come on, guys.
What? I'm not going.
Yeah, what are you, nuts?
There's Moony Men up there!
Well, I'm not going alone, so we'll just sit here
until you guys decide what you want to do.
No TV?
Nuh-uh.
Okay, I'm bored.
Me, too— let's go.
Batteries to power...
Ooh, wait, Jimmy!
I want to say it!
Go ahead.
Batteries to power.
Turbines to speed.
And... kick it, homey!
Hey, say it right.
( dryly ): Lift off.
Hey, Jimmy,
I've got something to ask you.
Why don't we have to wear helmets
in outer space?
Good question, Sheen,
and the answer is quite interesting.
You see...
Uh, really? Mm-hmm.
And how come we don't need oxygen tanks and stuff?
Well...
Fascinating. Thanks.
Did you have any more questions?
No— I kind of have a headache.
Jimmy, can I stay on tt
so I don't have to have to see the Moony Men?
Carl, you're such a big baby.
What if they're really cool-looking,
with the ability to spit acid into our brains
through our ears!
Yeah, you're right.
Then it's settled—
you guys go get Brobot
while I stay here and tidy up.
Hey, why do you get to tidy up?
I'm the tidier around here.
I want to tidy...
Guys?
Cut it out!
Let's take care of the situation quickly
and get back home.
The less time with Brobot the better.
You have issues with him, don't you?
This is where his signal came from.
Which means the Moony Men could be anywhere.
Yeah!
Lurking in the shadows...
watching, waiting, whittling,
waltzing, weaving...
Sheen, stop it!
You know those "W" words scare me.
Or one of us could be a Moony Man!
Agh! Sheen's a Moony Man!
Or you could be a Moony Man.
I'm a Moony Man!
Stop me before I hurt me!
Guys!
Sorry.
W-What was that?
I don't know.
I'd better check it out with my Neutroscope.
There's something out there.
What should we do, Jimmy?
The way I see it, we have three choices:
cry, run, or have an embarrassing accident.
I may do all three.
Here, let me look.
Oh, don't worry, guys, he's tiny and really far away.
Oh.
Shh. Don't move.
His senses may be so basic
that he won't detect us.
He's going to take hisf
and he's going to throw it at us
and his head's going t!
Oh, you guys were totally scared!
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.
Ooh, I kill me.
Good idea, come here...
Wait, Sheen, no.
I'm so glad you guys are here—
especially you, big brother.
I'm going to give you a big hug.
Brobot, get down.
Where are the Moony Men?
Moony Men?
Oh, there are no such things as Moony Men.
I made them up.
Oh...
No Moony Men, yay!
Dang, what a rip-off.
I want a refund.
Ah, see, you hadn't answered my 647 messages
and I wanted to play with you.
So I decided to play a funny trick.
Now you laugh.
It's not funny.
You know, this reminds me
of that story,
"The Boy Who Cried Lama."
"Wolf." Where?
What story are you talking about?
Is it about a goose that doesn't fit in?
Or maybe a magic pickle?
Oh, oh, tell me the story!
Tell me the story! Tell me the story!
I'll tell it.
Kid cries "wolf." People come.
No wolf. Kid laughs. He made it up.
Real wolf comes, kid yells. people don't come, and...
La, la, la, la— don't tell me the ending,
I haven't finished the book.
The kid's wolf food.
Sheen!
That wasn't a good story.
Neither was yours, Brobot.
Come on, guys, we're going home.
Wait!
Can't you stay and play, brother?
Oh, please, please, please, please?
No, I'm not staying.
You did a bad thing, Brobot.
A very bad thing.
I'm sorry, Jimmy.
Three, two, one.
Brobot! Wait up!
I knew it.
Push over.
I suppose we could stay
and collect selenium crystals for a few minutes.
How many minutes— 60 kabillion minutes?
A few minutes.
Hooray!
I'll help you, Jimmy.
I'll get my pail and my shovel
and be right back.
Oh, I can't believe he lured us all the way up here
with that stupid story.
Yeah, what a little jerk.
I don't know,
I think Brobot's kind of cute.
You think everything's cute.
Well, you think UltraLord is cute.
I do not!
Yes, you do, you told me.
No, let me clarify.
I said Baby UltraLord.
Yeah, he is.
Hey, can I borrow your Baby UltraLord doll
when we get home?
He's an action figure!
Just for that, you can't borrow him.
Guys, I need you to focus.
Hmm... space clouds.
That's rare this time of year.
Jimmy! Help!
Help!
Now what?
Jimmy, the Junkman is here.
He took my parents and sucked them into his ship.
What did I say about making up stories?
Ooh, ooh, I know!
They should have a strong opening,
a solid middle, and a satisfying ending.
I'm not making it up, Jimmy.
The Junkman is real— he's horrible and scary.
Come on, guys, let's get out of here
and let Brobot play his little games by himself.
No, Jimmy, come back! Wait!
Boy, Brobot was really upset.
Yeah.
He'll be severely emotionally scarred
for the rest of his life.
Any salty snacks on board?
Hey, you guys, what if Brobot's telling the truth
and there really is a Junkman?
Come on.
The Junkman?
Sounds like a villain
on a lame TV show
that people watch because they have no lives.
Like Sheen and The UltraLord Show?
Yeah.
Hey!
If we travel at hyper-speed,
we can still see the last ten minutes of Wrestle-Palooza.
And Lumberjack will make Man-Woman eat sap.
Uh, so, Jimmy?
How come it takes astronauts days
to go to and from the moon,
but it only takes us a few minutes?
Another good question.
You see, it all has to do...
Carl!
Enough with the song.
J-J-Jimmy... w-w-what's happening?
I don't know.
Engine functions seem normal.
Man... this thing needs new shocks.
I can't control it. What's happening?
We're being eaten by a giant space cloud!
That's no space cloud.
Where are we?
It's like some sort of space motel,
only without the little soaps.
And tiny shampoos.
And towels of all sizes.
And the drinking glasses
with the cute little paper hats on them.
That's it—
I'm getting a new travel agent.
So glad you could join me.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
I am...
the Junkman.
The Junkman?
Purveyor of fine refuse products
throughout the galaxy.
"You trash it, I cash it."
Now, let's see what we have here.
Three carbon-based water sacks, two quatoos per sec.
Relatively worthless.
This is all like some weird dream.
B-But I know I'm not dreaming,
because there would be lamas in it
and Jimmy's mom's...
cookies!
Hmm, nice.
Heavy metals.
I cut gut the hull and sell it as a toilet
to the intestinauts of Flatulon Five.
What?
Nobody uses my rocket ship for a toilet.
Um, actually, Jimmy, I...
Down, Roxy, down, girl.
You'll puncture the water sacks,
and I just mopped in here.
( in deep voice ): Oh... baby.
Look, Junkguy, we're not water sacks, we're humans.
How about you let us go
and gives us back the two robots
you took from the moon?
A bargaining man.
Ooh, I love that in a water sack.
How's about this?
I keep your toilet rocket
and fire you out my airlock, hmm?
Cool! We get to get shot out of an airlock.
Sheen, we won't survive being shot into space.
Oh.
But still, an airlock!
Roxy!
Bad girl!
You're ruining the polymer.
Secure that thing!
Goddard!
Move!
Jimmy! Yoo-hoo!
Look, there's Brobot's.
Nice to see you again, Jimmy.
How are your folks?
Hello, boys.
Great view up here.
Wish you could see it.
Will you gear heads pi!
No one likes chatty sp.
In you go, sackies.
Hey, I thought you were
going to shoot us into space.
Sheen! Sheen!
This is a no-dumping zone.
I'll wait until we're out of the solar system.
As for you two...
Watch the wiring, young fella.
I guess we're having dinner
with the captain here.
See you, boys!
Bye, have fun with the Junkguy.
Talk to you soon.
They're goners.
Now I know why the caged bird sings.
Sorry, guys.
I guess I should have believed Brobot.
Wish I'd listened to him.
I wish I could see Libby's smiling face one more time.
I wish I could see Jimmy's mom's smiling...
uh, lemon cookies.
You know, with the faces on them.
Oh, yeah!
Man, those are good.
I switch my last wish to those cookies.
Shh— someone's coming.
This may be the end.
Well, I'm not going down without a fight.
Hi, Jimmy!
Brobot?
Hit him! He got us into this.
Oh, Brobot, for once I'm glad to see you.
I hid on the bottom of your rocket.
See, I told you there was a Junkman.
You were right.
Sorry I didn't believe you.
That's okay.
I'll get you out.
Now you'll help me find my parents, right?
Well, Brobot, that would be the right thing to do,
but the smart thing to do would be to escape in Jimmy's rocket,
go home and call it a day!
I vote for Sheen's idea.
But we can't leave my parents.
You have to save them, Jimmy.
Brobot saved us, we save his parents.
That's the way it is.
Come on.
This is a lousy adventure!
Now, all we have to do is get Brobot's parents,
free Goddard, find my rocket and blast out of here.
And by "we" you mean "you."
Usually.
I'll help!
No, no.
You just keep quiet.
I'll watch out for Moony Men.
Carl, zip it!
There!
The kitsch value alone bops the price up to 17 quatoos.
That's twice what I got for my mother.
( voice quavering ): Mama...
I couldn't put a price on you.
So I took the best offer.
Ooh, what do you think, Roxy?
Say, Captain.
Where's the poop deck?
Can we ride on the poop deck?
I just love the word "poop deck."
I know what you mean.
Can't say "poop" without saying "deck."
Oh, it just trips off the tongue.
We'll visit the poop deck
right after I remodel
the annoying, blabbering robots into gravidisks!
Oh, that'll be great.
Kids love to toss gravidisks.
That they do.
Junkman.
Ooh!
Greetings, Gortox The Irritable.
Never mind that.
Where are the gravidisks you promised?
Keep your warts on.
I was just about to make them.
Goddard.
Jimmy, look— my parents.
See?
Best gravidisks in the galaxy.
Well, send them over pronto!
And when are you going to sell me that Roxy of yours?
Sell Roxy?
The only thing in the galaxy that has ever shown me any love?
Any loyalty?
Any affection?
My price stands at 100.
Too steep for me.
You'll come back.
Give my best to Mrs. The Irritable.
Ciao.
Hey, Brobot, if we can't rescue your parents in time
and they turn into gravidisks, can I have one?
Sheen!
But they look so cool.
I don't like Sheen.
Tell me about it.
Okay, Robots, any last annoying yammering you'd like to get in?
Nope, I'm good.
Me, too.
Good!
Then let's recycle.
We've got to grab Brobot's parents,
but how can we distract the Junkman?
Hey, Jimmy, look!
I can do this.
Brobot, you can distract the Junkman.
Really? I can?
Oh, that would be so cool.
I'm a real good distracter.
Watch.
Hey, Mr. Junkman, look at me!
I can do a cartwheel!
Can you do a cartwheel?
I can— ha-ha— here, watch!
Well, where did you come from,
my highly marketable little fellow?
I'm Brobot.
I'm a robot and a brother.
I'm Brobot!
Y-Yes, you are.
Don't worry, boy, I'll have you
out of there in no time.
I say, little friend, do you like gravidisks?
J-J-Just hold still now.
Poop deck?
Quite, Roxy, I'm a little busy here at the moment.
( in low voice ): Oh, baby.
Aw, that's sweet.
Yet somehow vaguely creepy.
Roxy!
Bad dog, bad dog, bad dog.
No kissing the new lamp.
Hey, the water sacks.
Roxy, sic 'em!
Ow! Ooh, bad girl.
Someone is not getting
her proton snack tonight.
Popbot, Mombot, restrain the Junkman!
We're on it, Jimmy.
He's restrained now.
So, Junkman—
now the shirt is on the other foot.
It's not over till the plus-sized Martian
shoots mucus through her nos-rounds.
Ooh, did I do that?
I can't control it.
Well, of course you can't.
I am the only one who knows how.
Release me, and we will all live happily ever after.
I don't trust you.
Then, we all crash into the moon
and perish on impact.
He makes a forceful argument.
Ha!
Adios, sackies.
You're coming with me, you traitor.
We'll meet again.
No one can escape the Junkman.
Roxy, get me a cough drop.
( straining ): Can't steer.
Prepare to crash!
I'll help, brother— let me help.
I can help.
Thanks, Brobot,
but I don't think
you can do anything.
Oh, yeah? Watch me.
Too bad that nice Junkman
couldn't stick around for the treats.
Another lunar pie, boys?
Lay one on me, Mombot!
These are even better than Mrs. Neutron's lemon cookies.
It's true.
Forgive me, Judy.
Hey, Jimmy!
Let's play another game of moon tennis.
Aw, but we just played it 12 times.
But it'll be fun.
I'm kind of tired.
Please.
One more time? Two more times?
Three more?
More, more, more...!
Maybe later.
Now! Come on!
It'll be fun.
What do you like better,
fun or ice cream?
Do you like fice cream?
Have you ever eaten a sneaker? I have.
Are you ready to play now?
How about now?
Now? Now? Now?
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