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Captain's log. Stardate,

National Donut Day.

We're under attack from a ship made of solid fire.

All weapons simply pass through and come out the other end.

Like that ball bearing I once mistook for a mint.

It's a conundrum, Kif.

Pray fetch my travel tub.

I do my best thinking in the shower.

♪ humming ♪

♪ Ya ba bum ♪

♪ Ya ba bum bum bum ♪

Could you at least close the curtain, sir?

Certainly.

Lieutenant Kroker!

You expect me to think without a loofah?

Where's my loofah? - What loofah?

- You! You're the loofah.

Will you be quiet? I'm trying to think!

Ah-ha! Water!

Fire's mortal enemy!

Lieutenant, fire water.

What the? Who used up all the water?

- Your shower depleted the ship's three-year supply, sir.

Well, no worries.

I can end this battle with two words.

"We surrender."

Sign this certificate of defeat,

so I can show my mom.

- Kif, my desk.

I'll just put the old Zapp Hancock on it.

Big confident dot on the I.

Oh-ho. You're juicier than I thought, Kif.

- I have had it!

I'm through putting up with your... crap!

I'm filing a formal complaint!

- It's pronounced compliment.

- And now, I am proud to present

the monthly Only Good Employee of the Month Award.

Yay.

- This month's recipient has the special distinction

of also having won the award every previous month.

- Do you think it's me?

- Congratulations!

- Well done, Leela.

You've reached the pinnacle of success

in the stagnant, dead-end delivery business.

- You've really hit rock top!

- Thanks, everybody. It's a dream come true.

A recurring dream. That I can't wake up from.

Who wants cake?

There's one handful left. I'll have it.

- I call this disciplinary hearing to order.

Captain Brannigan, Lieutenant Kroker has made some serious,

though somewhat amusing, allegations.

Do you have counsel?

- I say, I say, present!

- Lieutenant Kroker, do you have counsel?

You're representing both sides in this case?

- Till my wings give out, Your Honor.

- I'm going to allow this.

- Now, Mr. Kroker, please describe

the horrific treatment you endured

at the hands of my innocent other client there.

- He took a public shower and used me to...

scrub his armpit.

- It was a joke.

Literally everyone was laughing except Kif.

- He insisted on telling me his fantasies about my wife!

- That was just locker room talk.

- He wore greenface!

- It was a Halloween costume.

- He made me watch him perform an erotic fan dance

with a ping-pong paddle and a no-show sock.

- It was a different time!

- It was yesterday!

- So you admit it!

- Your Honor, I have reached a verdict.

I find my client, Zapp Brannigan,

guilty. - I'm going to allow this.

Captain Brannigan, there is no room in this organization

for bullying and harassment.

Your egregious behavior cannot...

Why are you massaging me?

- You just seem so tense.

Also, you should smile more. You're prettier when you smile.

See? It's just nicer for everyone.

- It is therefore this court's judgment

that you face the ultimate penalty.

- Dating a woman over 35?

- Zapp Brannigan, you are hereby... canceled.

The second-worst punishment.

- You will be stripped of your title

while you undergo mandatory sensitivity training.

And for the duration of your cancellation,

you shall wear the Scarlet C.

- I object to these frivolous, paltry charges.

- Frivolous poultry?

You insult me, sir!

Who is it? Poop?

- Captain Turanga Leela,

you put in an application to be a DOOP pilot?

- Uh, yeah. Like an hour ago.

- You're hired.

- Captain of the Nimbus!

So you're gonna be Kif's commanding lobster?

- Negative. Right?

- Affirmative. I'm taking some family leave,

so I can get bossed around by someone I like.

- Psst. Stinky needs changing.

- But the DOOP did authorize me to bring along

two trusted crew members.

A first officer,

which, in a bold command decision,

will be Fry.

- Aw, thanks, honey.

- I mean, Captain Honey. - Sir.

- And a Chief Science Officer.

Professor...

- I, Bender, humbly accept this prestigious appointment.

Also, it comes with double salary.

- So long and good luck, you three.

You have been an important part of the Planet Express family,

and you'll be greatly missed.

Next item of business. We have...

one, two, three office chairs for sale.

- I'm here for the sensitivity training,

and, uh, also, do you have a better-looking sister?

- Please go inside and take a seat.

The training will begin shortly.

- Howdy, cancel mates.

You wanna know why I got sent here?

- Nope.

- Indecent exposure!

You all saw it, right? You wanna see it again?

- I could barely see it the first time.

What?!

I've seen brighter.

- Yeah, well, it's not about the brightness.

It's about the color temperature!

- How 'bout you? What did you do?

- Meh, it was total BS.

Some people "alleged" I was verbally abusive

and threw food at my coworkers.

I mean, a lot of people, actually.

- That's ridiculous.

You're obviously not the type to waste food.

- You should talk, you family-sized bucket of lard-ass!

Ow!

That hurt in more ways than one.

It hurt in two ways.

- Hello, class. I'm Dr. Kind, your sensitivity instructor.

- Wow, you're ugly.

- Oh! Now, we don't talk that way in here.

This is a safe space.

The fact is, sometimes,

our words hurt other people,

and we need to be made aware of how that feels.

It feels like this!

- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

- This isn't some woke-ass seminar!

This course will take the form of a simulated space mission,

with me as your abusive captain!

And you'll learn from the example I'm not setting!

- Ouch!

Now, kindly follow me to the simulator.

Ooh, careful. There's a step.

This mission may be simulated,

but my abuse will be very real.

Set course for degradation!

- Hm, never been there. Sounds exotic.

- I'm pleased to have a civilian pilot of your caliber, Leela.

The DOOP is rebranding to project an image

of peaceful exploration rather than war.

Also, we want to show we care about looking like we care about hiring women.

Wow, it's huge!

It's like a Princess cruise ship with laser cannons!

- I hope they have a kids' center.

- They don't.

But there's a buffet with all-you-can-eat week-old sashimi.

- Score!

LEELA I'm really nervous.

What if I can't handle this?

Leela, I know absolutely nothing,

but I know one thing.

You'll be great.

- Nimbus crew, I'm pleased to introduce

Zapp Brannigan's replacement,

Captain Turanga Leela.

- At ease, crew.

I, um, I know I'm nothing like Zapp Brannigan, but I...

Dear Captain's Diary.

If you're not me, don't read this.

We're preparing to make first contact

with a primitive civilization.

Anyway, G2G. TTYL.

PS, Fry looks cute.

- Captain, it's time to descend to the planet.

Have you readied a shuttle-copter?

- I've been thinking about that.

Maybe we shouldn't intimidate them

with our advanced technology.

- Hm...

Generally, I like to intimidate new civilizations,

but what did you have in mind?

- A bucket on a rope.

Sorry you can't come, Bender.

Your robot technology might scare them.

Safe travels.

- This was a clever idea, Captain.

- See, Leela? You're doing great.

- Hope my robot technology isn't scaring you.

And now, to stop it.

- Hello! We are people from the sky who come in peace.

They speak Tactillian.

- Ah!

- I am Airee, Quing of Planet Tactillia.

For centuries, we have wondered

if we are alone in the universe.

But now, we know intelligent life exists,

flying among the stars in a bucket.

Welcome.

- The bucket people have unusual bodies, oh Quing.

- They have fewer knobs, but not none!

- Hey! Just 'cause I'm wearing a short skirt.

No means no.

- Blech! What are you doing? Stop that!

- Captain! Respect their customs!

We need to win the hearts and knobs of these people.

But they're so grabby. Oops!

Whee!

- Um... Quing Airee,

we have important matters to discuss,

but it may be difficult.

Our civilizations are at very different levels of technology.

- No kidding. You traveled in a bucket.

- Actually, that was... - We have much to teach you.

Brush harder, tubby!

- You can't yell at me. You're on your short arms.

- I yell at any height I want!

You! Brush your teeth!

- I don't have teeth.

- Then brush my teeth!

Damn, those are nice...

Whoa!

You all think you've humiliated your crews.

You ain't seen nothin'.

I'm gonna do something so degrading

that you'll never be the same!

I'm going to take a shower... right here on the bridge!

- You sicken me.

- If you're wondering how our civilization

became so advanced... - We're not, but...

- it's because we learned to harness pneumatic technology.

All the sophisticated machinery you see

is powered by air.

- I've heard of air.

- This is our main air power plant.

The air blows through high-pressure transmission lines,

so our citizens can power their appliances

and inflate their meals.

- I'm fascinated by all this wonderful air.

Where does it come from?

- I'm glad you asked.

Behold!

Oh no, wait. Hang on.

Behold!

The Great Blow Hole!

- Fresh from the hole.

Whoa!

This is kinda fun.

- Get out of our air!

- This is an amazing natural resource, Quing Airee.

You should do everything in your power to protect it.

- Uh, Leela, a word.

I may not have told you everything about this mission.

These people are lovely and whatever.

It's debatable.

We're really here for the air. - What?

The whole core of this planet is frozen gas.

It's like a slot machine that keeps paying out air!

- That sounds like a really boring casino.

- Have you been to space, Leela?

Not a lotta air out there,

and what we do have is, like, 50% burp.

Which is why you must get them to sign this treaty

granting us air rights.

So,

this peace mission isn't really about peace?

- Who said it's not about peace?

It's entirely about peace.

Also, air.

Leela, sometimes we coerce people with war.

Other times, we take the high road

and trick them with peace.

Excuse me.

- It is my great pleasure

to sign this peace treaty with Captain Leela

and her big bucket of space friends.

- Tradition dictates that the parties begin

with the ritual knobbling.

- Uh...

- Our captain will gladly engage in the knobbling.

- I will? I'd rather not.

I said knobble!

Blech!

It's starting to get real ripe in here.

- No offense, but could it possibly be all the food you threw?

Let's find out.

- Ow. - Man. It does stink.

It's like rotten flesh floating in a puddle of vomit.

You wish.

It's a durian!

- No.

Noooo!

What's a durian, by the way?

- Earth's most putrid yet delicious fruit.

So refreshing after a public shower.

- My God. It actually has stink lines.

- Tough it out, snowflake!

Now you see how you've demoralized your own crews!

Crews you expect to follow you into battle!

- At least with me in charge, they don't suffer long.

- Let's see how well you fight under these conditions.

Crew to simulated battle stations!

Captain Cranky! 90 degrees to starboard!

Shields up, Flashnut!

Fire simulated missile, you fat moron!

So mean.

That simulated ship looks a bit like my real ship,

the Nimbus.

Yes! Direct hit!

Now, who's the fat, incontinent moron?

- Hey, man, that's catchy!

What song is that playing on the emergency siren?

- It's the emergency siren! We're under attack!

- Ah! I'm getting outta here!

- We need this treaty, Leela.

Act like a captain and start fondling knobs.

On behalf of the Democratic Order of Planets,

it is my honor to, respectfully,

grope your slimy...

I can't do it.

Something just seems inappropriate.

Possibly this thing.

- What a marvelous bucket.

- Jumping Judas.

I've never seen a simulation so realistic.

Is it "okay" to hit on a simulation?

- What is the meaning of this?

I thought I canceled all four of you!

- Yes, but I hijacked this ship

after hog-tying your pathetic sensitivity instructor!

- It was a teachable moment.

- So, our ship was real?

And the simulation was simulated?

- No one cancels Dr. Gary Kind.

- Who's the tall short guy? - Dr. Gary Kind,

one of the DOOP's most notorious gropers.

A groper?

- Now, this gentleman's a diplomat.

- You messed with the wrong doctor of botanical science.

But I have with me a bio-weapon

of inconceivable power!

- He's got something in his jacket!

And so do I!

- Jeez. How many more durians does this guy have?

- One. Enough to befoul this planet's air supply

for centuries!

- Gary, put down the durian.

We swore never to use those in peacetime.

- Bender to Leela! The Nimbus came under attack about an hour ago!

I probably should have called earlier.

Be on the lookout for a small gunship

about yea big from a million miles away.

- Captain Leela, command the Nimbus to fire on Dr. Kind.

But, he's surrounded

by those poor innocent pervs.

They might get hurt.

What a wimp!

Captains need to be ruthless.

Women belong in the kitchen,

fixing me a sweet durian pie.

- That's an offensive stereotype.

Leela's terrible at baking.

Your eight-hour sensitivity training is complete.

Please deposit me in the nearest recycling bin.

- No chance.

- Zapp Brannigan, having completed your rehabilitation,

I hereby reinstate you as Captain of the Nimbus.

Order your ship to fire!

- Uh, thank you, Glab,

but, uh, I'm not sure I can do that.

Dr. Kind taught me a lot.

- That's wonderful!

- I now know there's a difference between right and wrong.

One of them gets you canceled.

- See what you get with PC culture?

Weak captains too cowardly to shoot the helpless!

- Ah, what a beautiful night

for smell-gazing.

- You should have shot me before I destroyed your precious air!

If I were captain, I'd have fired without a second thought!

Your eight-hour sensitivity training is complete.

Please deposit me...

- Dr. Kind, having completed your rehabilitation,

I name you Captain of the Nimbus. Order your ship to...

- Fire!

- Leela, you're a hero!

- Quing Airee, I am now prepared to knobble.

Don't mind the durian.

- I declare the groping optional. Where do I sign?

- In conclusion,

I sincerely apologize

to all those I've harmed.

Especially Kif Kroker,

the giant sex ladies of Amazonia,

simulated Leela,

and, of course, the late Dr. Kind.

Yeah, baby!

- Move! This ceremony is for Leela.

Captain Leela,

having heroically secured our supply of space air,

I present you the DOOP's highest honor,

the Medal of Valor.

- It's pronounced velour.

- Your refusal to shoot unarmed civilians when ordered

was an inspiration to us all,

as well as grounds for a dishonorable discharge!

What do you think this is, the Peace Corps? Get out!

- I guess I just don't have what it takes to be a DOOP captain.

- No, you have something better.

You have what it takes to be Leela.

- Yum. Durian!

May I slurp your cheek clean with my tendrils?

- Eh, sure. And thanks for asking first.

Ew, blech!

But also yum.