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NARRATOR: (READING)

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Repairs underway in sector five.

MAN: And...
Yeah, I'll check on it.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Maintenance crew, report
to sector seven.

MAN 1: ...do that check
on the temperature level?

MAN 2: We need to go
about three inches deeper...

MAN 3:
Yeah, the shipments...

NEBULA: Are you sure we won't
get in trouble for this?

ZENON: You're forgetting,
Neb, I'm still cashing in

on those hero major chips I got

for busting Inky Wyndham
and Lutz.

(GASPS) Uh-oh. Plank alert.
Let's rocket.

Hey, will you ice?

How? We're about to be caught
in a class-four restricted zone.

(PLANK CLEARS THROAT)

Zenon, Nebula.

You're keeping out of trouble,
I hope.

Of course, Commander Plank.
Enjoy your day.

-You too, kids.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN:
We need a security detail.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Repairs underway in sector five.

Hmm!

(CONTROL PANEL BEEPS)

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.
-(CHUCKLES)

But I was checking out this one
monitor the other day,

and I accidentally invented
a new game.

Do you wanna play?

-Sure!
-Great.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

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.
-Okay.

Here we go. Here we go.
Here comes one.

ZENON: Okay, here we go.

(WIND BLOWS)

That's 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!

ZENON: Okay, it's gonna start
over. It's gonna start over.

-Here we go. Here we go.
-Okay.

Oh, my gosh! There are
so many blips in there.

-Don't let any of them out!
-Don't let any of them out!

ZENON: Concentrate!

Ugh! Oh, my gosh, Neb, come on!

Oh, my... my point again.

-There's one left.
-There's one left.

Don't let it out. Okay, go!

BOTH: Oh! (LAUGHING)

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...

-(GIRLS LAUGHING)
-ZENON: Okay, no. Okay. Okay.

PLANK: I don't understand this.
Nobody has a key but me.

Come... Come on.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(LAUGHING)

-High five!
-High five!

(SCREAMING)

Someday, we're actually
gonna find out

what these little blips mean.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING) Zenon!

No, no, I... I understand fully.

Yeah... Have a nice life, okay?

-See ya.
-(ZAP-PAD BEEPS)

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.

(ZAP-PAD RINGS)

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.

(ZAP-PAD BEEPS)

PLANK: Look, we may have reached
a greater understanding

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.

PLANK: Tell that to my desk!

-Commander,
I did not mean to empty...
-Yes, yes, yes, I know.

...the furniture in your office.

Yes, I'm sure you didn't, Zenon.

-I seriously thought it was just
a video game.
-I heard you the first time.

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.

Yeah, but 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
“rudicrous.”

Can you tell that he doesn't get

a whole lot of human interaction
down here?

ORION: 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?
-(PLANK CHUCKLES)

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.

ORION: Huh?

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...

(ALARM SOUNDS)

Alien signal...

Alien signal!

-Alien signal...
-(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Alien signal, alien signal!

(WHIRRING)

Alarm clock.

Congratulations, Zee! You just
survived your first shift.

ZENON: You're in comprehension
mode minor, Mom!

Watching coal turn to diamonds
would be more stimulating.

Well, the month'll be over
before you know it.

(HUFFS)

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'm not so
squashed, but still...

-I know, honey.
-I mean, Greg, AP Duty...

Anything else?

NEWS ANCHOR:
And now, onto the saga

Of a missing pop icon...
Proto Zoa.

Where he's gone,
no one seems to know...

(VOLUME INCREASES)
...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?

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Attention.
All hands to the mess hall

for an emergency briefing.

Repeat,
all hands to the mess hall

for an emergency briefing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Shh! 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.

-(ALL GASP)
-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.

-(ALL GASP)
-Neb, do you think so?

Please, please, please!
If that occurs,

certain personnel might be
reassigned to Earth,

But any speculation
in that direction is...

-It's premature.
-MAN: Why are they even

-coming up at all?
-WOMAN: Yeah, 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.

-(ALL GROAN)
-What?

-Relax. Right.
-PLANK: 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.
-(ALL GROAN)

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.

(SNIFFLING)

All right, all right, all right!
I was just... order rescinded!

Just promise me you'll get some
rest later.

(CHUCKLES)

Did I mention that Gregory
said to say hi?

Only, let's see,
was it five or six times?

(TUTS) Très viral he broke up
with you.

Are you pancaked?

I'll survive.

Look, Margie,
if your dad wants me
to baby-sit you,

Fine, I will baby-sit 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!

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

MALE VOICE: (ON COMPUTER)
Homework lesson B.

You're 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.

♪ Never

♪ Never

♪ Never gonna fall

♪ Never gonna fall

♪ Never ♪

Zenon!

(MONITOR WHIRRING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(MONITOR WHIRS)

PLANK: (OVER RADIO) Plank here.

Commander, it's me, Zenon.
I'm in the AP Lab.

What is it?

You need to rocket over here,
warp speed.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Well, there is a slight spike on
the graph,

but there could be a hundred
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.

ZENON:
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...

MR. KAR:
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?

-(SIGHS) 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.

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I can't believe you guys
have never seen one of these.
Isn't it fabulo?

NEBULA: 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.

(ALL LAUGH)

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 ya!

(MELODIC "ZUM")

Hello?

Hello!

Oh, come on!
Is anybody out here?

Something wrong?

Another "zum"?

Well, kind of, only higher.

"Zum, zum."

-Ah, well,
-(MONITOR BEEPS)

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, oh, suddenly zumming,

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.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
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.
-(HELMET TINKLING)

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? (TUTS)

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...

MARGIE: 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?

-(SIGHS) I guess.
-Here. Thanks.

NEBULA: 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!

(SIGHS)

Agh!

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.

ZAP-PAD: Eh!

I can't even win
at solar solitaire anymore!

(SIGHS)

I wish I'd never been sent
to that stupid AP Lab
in the first place.

(ZAP-PAD BEEPING)

♪ Zum, zum, zum ♪

(FASTER) ♪ 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 ♪

PROTO ZOA: ♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom ♪

♪ Zum, zum, zum ♪

PROTO ZOA: ♪ 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.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Attention
space station personnel.

Report to secure areas
immediately.

The jettisoning of sector seven
will begin in one minute.

(ALARM SOUNDS)

Great. Here we go again.

I think it is
rudicrous times ten

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.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Jettisoning to occur in five,
four, three, two, one.

(GASPING)

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!

(SIGHS) 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, 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?

Well, 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 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?

(PANTING)

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.

ZENON: 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... (CHUCKLES)

...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 that 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.

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Attention!
All Earth-bound passengers

must now board the shuttle in
preparation for departure.

Attention! All Earth-bound...

Oh, we're gonna miss you, baby.

Zap-pad Zee as soon as you
get settled, okay?

NEBULA: Okay. Bye.

I really hope Zee's gonna come
through this all right.

Ah, I have faith.
Our daughter's never been one
to take things lying down.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Shuttle 620, space station,
is now docking in bay 72.

Disembarking space station
passengers...

ZENON: Ow!

Ah!

(GROANS)

MARGIE: 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.

(ZENON GROANS)

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!

(GROANS)
By chasing aliens that probably
don't even exist?

Forget it!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(SQUEALS)
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, 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,

because 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, doll-face.

They're out there, all right.

See? I told you!

Isn't she the most stellanarious
grown-up ever?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

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?
-(GASPS)

-Excuse me?
-You know, what if they did some
kind of a...

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.

(SIGHS) 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?

AUNT JUDY: 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?

(ZEEPAD BEEPS)

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!
-(ZEEPAD BEEPS)

PROTO ZOA: (BRITISH ACCENT)
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 a 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.

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!

MARGIE: I'm hot! I'm tired!

And 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.

(WHINEY) Zenon!

See ya!

(ANIMALS SCREECHING)

Hey, wait!

(GRUNTS)

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?

GENERAL HAMMOND: Margie?

I'm home.
Are you here?

(ZAP-PAD BEEPING)

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!

ZENON:
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!

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

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.

Well, sweetie,
when you were her age,

being kicked around
the way Zee's been,

weren't your parents the last
people you wanted to deal with?

Hmm, leave her alone.
She'll be fine by the morning.

(DOOR CHIMES)

(DOOR OPENS)

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?

Wait... 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.

ZENON'S VOICE: Go away!

ZENON'S VOICE: Leave me alone!

ZENON'S VOICE:
I'm doing an experiment.

ZENON'S VOICE:
I will be out soon.

ZENON'S VOICE: Go away!

(BEEPING)

Hi, guys.

Um... I bet you're
probably wondering where
your darling daughter is?

(SIGHS)

ZENON: 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.
Just... relax.

You know, be yourself.

Don't try and be me.

(LAUGHS)

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!

-(LAUGHS)
-Why didn't you warn me?

(LAUGHS) I tried!

(LAUGHS) I thought it was
one of your stupid tricks!

(LAUGHS) And that's my fault?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, well, well.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

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.

-♪ Zum, Zum, Zum ♪
-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.

Oi-oi-oi! Pack my spacesuit!

All I need to know
is when do we leave?

You know, it's hard to believe
that Z 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 judgement.

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.

(DOOR BEEPING)

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.

-(DOOR BEEPING)
-No, wait, I...

-(GUITAR TWANGS)
-PROTO ZOA: Ha-ho!

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.

(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
Who'd have guessed?

Uh, you know what, love,
though...

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 'em
and experiment on 'em,

or attack them
and blow them up!

MARGIE:
Or lock them up in alien zoo.

Now, meeting us in space...
much safer.

Well, then, that brings me
onto another huge question.

Uh... Outer space
is a pretty enormous expanse,

if I recall.

How are we
supposed to have any idea
where to hook up with them?

-(ZAP-PAD BEEPS)
-AUTOMATED VOICE: 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.

-(ZAP-PAD BEEPS)
-AUTOMATED VOICE: Access denied.

(ZENON SIGHS)

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 to ours.
I'll get back to you ASAP.

Great. You're the best.

(CONSOLE BEEPS)

Oh, man... contact.

(CHUCKLES) 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?

MARGIE: 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.

(ZAP-PAD BEEPS)

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.

MAN: 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.

Ah, 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.

(LAUGHS) Judy?

Sweetheart...
do you have the slightest idea
how crazy this sounds?

Sure, I do, but life is crazy.
(CHUCKLES)

Especially life with Zenon.

Still, Edward,
you have to admit that she has
this uncanny ability

to be right about these things.

ORION: 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 replotted 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?

ORION: 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.

ZENON: (SIGHS) 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?

(SIGHS) 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'm... I mean...

I don't try to be a jerk.

(SIGHS)

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?

(SCOFFS)
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.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

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.

(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)

Excuse me for interrupting,
General.
Do you have a minute?

Oh, please, come in. Um...

(CHUCKLES)
I have, uh... Well, 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 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.

ZENON: 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!

JUDY: 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. 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.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Revise that. I'm pretty sure
that the time is now.

-(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Oh...

Did you hear that, guys?
It's happening!
It's really happening!

We're going to space to meet
the aliens!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

BOTH: Whoo-hoo!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Whoop!

(CRASH)

(DOG BARKING)

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 skep...

I'm still very skeptical about
this whole thing, Orion.

WOMAN: Sir!

ORION: Hang on.
You don't want to be rocketin'
off to meet the aliens

without your
navigational charts.

PLANK: Thank you, Orion.

I can't tell you how much
I appreciate...

All your help.

Now, before your Helihover
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
going to get away

with flying them out to find
the aliens?

Ah... actually, folks,

Funny you should mention that.

(CHUCKLING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

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.
-Oh, great.

Before we go, would you
mind terribly if maybe I
washed up a little bit?

-(CHUCKLES)
-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 want to
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 kind of
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 something.

I... I... I can't.

Mike, I... I... I can't. I...

And it's not a question
of not wanting to.
It's just... it's simply...

It's just... I can't.

All right, then don't.

But Zee and her aliens?

You 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 ya?

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.
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 the ship's
navigational charts a hundred
times.

What?

-It's this way.
-You sure?

I really don't think I'm capable
of flying a shuttle
at this point, Orion.

Look, I'm tellin' 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.

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

Hi, you guys! Hi!

I missed you so much.
Hello, Proto Zoa.

Hi. Hi, honey.

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?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(ASTRID SCREAMS)

Oh, my word! This was a mistake.
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 doin' 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 want to be
unsupportive or anything,
Mrs. K,

but maybe you should have
thought of that
before we took off.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

We're the United States
Military, Will.
She's a 15-year-old girl!

How hard can she possibly
be to find?

It's harder than we thought,
sir.

We would have found her by now
if I was down there.
I would be in firm control.

What is it, Hart?

Sir, about the maintenance scow

that we've seemed to, uh,
misplace,

we located it on approach back
to Earth.

ORION: Brace yourself. We're
about 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 do have full
confidence in you,

but can I suggest this is gonna
be easier if you open your eyes?

Oh!

Can you believe my mom's
doing this?

With all her fear major and
recent experience minor,

where do you suppose she got
the courage?

From you, doll-face.

It's true.

You constantly push all of us
into places

we never, ever in a million
years thought we could go.

-(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
-Hm.

(SONIC BOOMS)

There it is! It's almost here!

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh. Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Too fast!

-Okay.
-Too... Oh, my heart.

Orion, what if it comes flying
right out of my chest?

That'd be bad.

(ALL CHEERING)

Breathe. Just...
Remember to breathe.

Okay.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(ORION SIGHS)

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Red Dog 1 to Blue Eagle 2.
We are closing on target.

MAN 2: Roger that, Red Dog.

We have visual confirmation.

Frequency range of five clicks.

Watch your flanks, people.

Mom!

Oh! Oh!

Mrs. Kar, good to see you again.

-(ALL SQUEAL, LAUGH)
-Uh-oh! Who's that?

I've got an idea, but let's not
stick around to find out.

Mom, we have to go.

ASTRID: 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.

MAN 1: Target in sight.

ZENON: 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 'em to reignite.

-JUDY: Oh.
-Come on, Mom. We can do this.

-MAN 1: Engage target.
-MAN 2: Roger that.

Come on, come on! Let's go!
Let's go!

(ENGINE ROARS)

ORION: Just keep it steady.
You can do it.

(ALL SCREAMING)

It's your wife...

and your girlfriend...

And your daughter
and my daughter
and Orion and a rock star?

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 have a feeling major
in my bones.

Whatever ends up happening
out here,

-thank you.
-For what?

Shaking me out of my cocoon,

getting me to fly again,
be out here with you.

Honey, you've shown me that it's
fine to want to live a safe
and sane life,

but sometimes
we can get so safe,

(SIGHS) you practically
stop living.

Cetus-lupeedus, I did all that?

(LAUGHS) 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 want to 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.

-(BEEPING)
-AUTOMATED VOICE: Fuel tanks
in depletion zone.

Fuel tanks in depletion zone.

Prepare to switch
to auxiliary tanks.

-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.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Warning!
Auxiliary tanks empty.

Please reconnect to main tanks.

No. 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 up
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 want to leave us
up here to die.

I tried calling,
but there must be a meteor
shower in progress,

because all I got was static.

Oh, of course.
Just our luck, right?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

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 are we gonna do, Mrs. Kar?

Well, look, everyone,
first of all,

should just... Stay calm.

Are you sure? Because I am
really much better at panicking.

Panicking I do very, very well.
Oh...

Oh, 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 in this crazy mess?

Come on. Come on, folks.

We can't die out here in
space...

(SOBBING)

I ain't released my greatest
hits chip yet.

Whoa!

Into your chairs and buckle up.

MARGIE: What's happening?

Exactly as Orion predicted,
the moon's gotten ahold of us.

We're goin' down.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Mom...

Mom, it's them.

It's my aliens.

(SCREAMING)

NEBULA:
Where are 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 have ever seen.

What if they try to come
onboard?

If they knock,
do we open the door?

Maybe they'll go right through
the door.

They are aliens, Margie,
not ghosts.

(MELODIC TONE)

Is it...

Do we think it's...

Is it them?

I certainly think so.

(ALIEN COMMUNICATES)

(CHUCKLES)
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.

Madame? 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...

-(CLICKS PEN)
-Autographs,

-or simply standing here...
-(CLICKS PEN)

Looking spectacular.

Have at me, darlings!

(ALIEN COMMUNICATES)

NEBULA: What if we were wrong?

What if it wasn't Proto Zoa they
were after?

Okay, so then,
what do they want?

MARGIE: Well, there has to be
some reason

that they worked so hard to get
us all up here.

Apparently, their ship's
navigational computer

has gone
into meltdown mode major.

They've 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 could speak for them
or something.

It kinda 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?

(LAUGHS)
What? What did they say now?

"Taking without asking
is not polite."

-(ALL LAUGH)
-(COMPUTER BEEPING)

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.

HART: There is something coming,
sir.

Is it the maintenance scow?

At this point, sir, um...

It looks like a flying rainbow.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Did you see that?
Wasn't it stellar?

It was so lunarious.

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, 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 sent 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 a dangerously
accelerated rate,

and the dismantling I began
will continue.

And all your little escapade
has done

is to put several people whom
you claim to love

into life-threatening jeopardy!

It was reckless.
It was selfish!

No, Daddy!

What Zenon did was brave
and thrilling and...

Margery Leslie Hammond,
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.

-(THUD)
-(ALL GRUNT)

What's happening?

Are we falling out of orbit?

Uh... Actually,
we're falling back into orbit.

What is going on?

Stellar.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHEERING)

Thank you!

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 whit
about me.

ALL: Aw!

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.

(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)

So, to Commander
and Mrs. Edward Plank...

and with credit to Zenon for
inspiration,

this song...

is for you.

(CHEERING)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

All right!
Everybody, clap!

♪ Hiding out

♪ All alone

♪ Wrapped up in my fear

♪ Only you

♪ Can see right through

♪ Make it seem so clear

♪ A fiery nova

♪ Rolling over

♪ Blasting into space

♪ A blazing comet

♪ Smiles upon it

♪ Your stellarnarious 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...

♪ 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 made your prevail

♪ 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

♪ Galaxy is ours ♪

(CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)