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[ siren wailing]

A hush comes over the crowd.

The only sound is Bender calling everyone else

a jerk as he swings!

Aw, he slices into the water!

Oh, man!

[ angry muttering]

Boy, I'll tell you, man...

Bad news, everyone.

You're not good enough to go on your next mission.

Hooray!Not good enough!

Why? Says who?

Because. And says me.

It's an extremely dangerous mission

that killed my last crew

and you're not nearly as good as them.

Whoo-hoo!

We live to suck another day.

[ both humming tune]

We are just as good

as any of those other crews

you sent to their deaths.

What's the mission?

Collecting honey.

Ordinary honey.

That doesn't sound so dangerous.

This is no ordinary honey.

It's produced by vicious space bees.

A single sting of their hideous neurotoxin

can cause instant death.

And that's if you're not allergic.

You don't want to know what happens then.

No, no, no, God no.

Your insides will boil out of your eye sockets

like a science fair volcano.

I didn't want to know.

[ sobbing]

These bees are larger than most Buicks.

And twice as ugly.

Larger than an American sedan?

Whoo, how big is the honeycomb?

Honeycomb's big... yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's not small?

No, no, no.

It'll take more than deadly, deadly bees

to keep us from doing our job.

Come on, boys.

But, Leela, we're no good.

Listen, I'm scared too

but I'm more scared of disappointing myself.

I'm not scared of that at all.

[ buzzing]

Now, bees communicate by dancing.

Like my parents.

Oh wait, that was hitting.

LEELA: So this language cartridge will let you distract them.

Ah, good.

I often have thoughts and feelings

that can only be expressed through dance.

[ chuckling]

[ all whimpering]

[ all gasping]

Bender, quick, waggle something.

Uh...

Leela, let's turn back.

There's absolutely no shame in wussing out.

Relax. Everything will be fine.

[ gasping]

Oh, my God.

The old Planet Express ship.

There's the black box.

MAN 1: Captain, the bees have us surrounded!

Oh, the Professor was right.

We're not as good as his old crew.

MAN 2: Well, I aim to prove him wrong.

It'll take more than a few deadly, deadly bees to...

[ screaming] Oh, Lord!

[ screaming]

Uh, I couldn't make that out.

Too much static.

Ew.

[ all gasping]

LEELA: We found it--

the honeycomb hideout.

Hey, what's this goo?

Royal jelly.

They feed it to the queen.

Bees make honey and jelly?

Huh, how come nothing humans make tastes good?

[ yelling]

[ sputtering]

Help! I can't swim in jelly, as far as I know!

Look.

It's a baby queen.

Ah, she's so cute.

You adorable wittle, itty-bitty, fuzzy-wuzzy...

Leela, stop bonding and let's go.

I got jelly in my underpants.

I'm taking this bee with us.

With a queen, we can build a hive

and make more honey ourselves.

Let me just pack her a lunch and we'll go.

Pick up the pace, lady.

[ angry buzzing]

Uh, I didn't mean you're all fat.

[ yelling]

[ blubbering]

This is where we distinguish ourselves from the last crew.

Activate emergency high-speed self-contained

escape pack crisis response units.

Quick.

[ yelling]

Ow! Ow!

LEELA: Good luck, Bender.

I'm back, baby!

[ loud clanking]

We made it! We're alive!

Burn on that old crew.

The only things they did better than us

were suck and die.

Leela, we got lucky this time.

But you should be more careful.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Thanks, but I can look out for myself.

Frankly, I can smell danger a mile away.

Look out!

[ screams]

If you want her, you're going to have to go through me.

[ truck horn honking]

You call that a wound?

That's a boo-boo, tops.

But thanks for trying to save me, Fry.

Fry?

[ gasps]

He's... he's dead.

Oh, who will make Bender waffles

just the way he likes them now?

[ sobbing]

It was all my fault.

He died because of me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm lying to make her feel better.

[ loud sobs]

Husband, can't you go anywhere

without lighting something up?

It's an old Jamaican accounting tradition.

We burn his time card.

That way, his zombie doesn't come back

looking for his final paycheck.

He looks so natural.

It's funny to think he's crammed full of sawdust

and preservatives.

I only wish I could have removed the stinger.

[ gong sounding]

I barely knew Philip

but as a clergyman, I have no problem

telling his most intimate friends all about him.

[ sobbing]

Soothe us with sweet lies.

It may comfort you to know

Fry's death took only 15 seconds.

Yet the pain was so intense

that it felt to him like 15 years

and it goes without saying

it caused him to empty his bowels.

ALL: Aw!

We now commend Fry's body to the ages.

[ bagpipe plays "Walking on Sunshine"]

He's walking on sunshine now.

This make me the oldest member of my family.

[ sobbing]

Him do good snu-snu.

Eh.

[ clanking]

All those times I said, "Kill all humans"

I'd always whisper, "Except one."

Fry was that one.

And I never told him so.

[ sobbing]

Farewell from the world of tomorrow!

[ sniffling]

[ sniffling]

They say a spoonful of space honey helps ease the pain.

Mm, it's good.

I feel funny.

"Ha-ha" funny.

[ giggling]

Huh?

Leela?

Fry?

I thought you were dead.

Nope, I'm better than ever.

Before the accident, I couldn't do this--

Impressive.

But it does sort of support my "You are dead" theory.

Then I'll prove I'm alive

by telling you something only I could know.

There's a surprise for you in my locker.

I got it at a Swedish novelty shop before we left.

[gasps ]

It's too beautiful to open.

Can I open it?

Sure.

There's just one thing I want you to do.

What?

I want you to wake up.

Wake up? But I'm not...

[ Nibbler yelps]

LEELA: In my dream

Fry said he hid a gift for me in his locker.

If it's true, then he must still exist in some form.

Of course he still exists...

as a frozen corpse in outer space.

[ chuckles]

[ moans]

I made myself sad.

Well, here it goes.

[ takes breath]

ALL: Oh...

Bupkes.

[ whistling]

Well, I feel better now.

Pawning all the stuff in Fry's locker

helped give me closure.

Was there anything in there that might have been a gift for me?

Nope, nothing.

Not at all.

No way, Jose.

Here it is.

You took this from Fry's locker?

Hey, the guy's dead.

There's no law against grave robbing.

[ gasps]

[ squeaks]

That proves it.

Fry is alive somewhere

and he's reaching me in my dreams.

Bull pies!

Lay down here, and we'll do some tests.

If Fry is out there somewhere

Leela's brain could be acting as a five-pound Ouija board.

Is this some sort of brain scanner?

Some sort, yes.

In France, it's called a guillotine.

[ gasps]

Professor!

Can't you examine my brain without removing it?

Yes, easily.

[ beeping]

Hey, what if Fry wasn't actually dead when we buried him?

You know, like Julia Roberts?

Well, I suppose there's a slim...

[ bell ringing]

[ gasps]

I don't believe it!

What is it?

Is Fry alive in some other dimension or something?

No! According to this gizmometer

Fry is dead, and nothing can bring him back.

Remarkable.

But... my dream.

Your science can't unprove that.

How could I have known the gift was in Fry's locker?

Easy.

He told you about it before he died

and your grief-roasted mind blocked it out.

Are you saying...

I'm going crazy?

No, no.

No one's saying that

but I'm certainly thinking it loudly.

[ mumbling]

[ whistling snore]

Hi, Leela.

I'm just going to keep talking even if you can't hear me.

Blah, blah, blah; blah, blah, blah, blah.

Shut up, I can hear you.

The Professor says you're just a dream.

Oh, yeah?

Could a dream take you dancing

in a Venusian garden?

Well, yes, technically

but it's still very sweet of you.

Then what if we shared a midnight sleigh ride

across the ice fields of Hyperion?

Oh, Fry, you must be alive.

I've never been treated so romantically

by my own imagination before.

Here, take my jacket.

You look a little cold.

Thank you.

It's all so beautiful.

I forgot how many hundreds of degrees below zero it must be.

I just wish I could convince the others you're alive.

You can. All you have to do is wake up.

No, no, don't say that!

This is real!

[ snoring, yelling]

Not another dream!

[ gasping]

Fry's jacket--

the one he was buried in.

My dream was real.

He's alive!

[ pounding on wall]

WOMAN: Quit your bragging.

My boyfriend's alive, too.

[ body falling]

Uh... not anymore.

[ screaming]

That's better.

Fry's alive! I have proof!

What?You do not.

I'm from Jamaica-- the "Show Me" island.

So show me you blowing it out your fanny.

But he gave me his jacket. Look.

That's not Fry's jacket.

Fry's jacket is red.

That's your jacket--

an off-the-rack lime-green affair.

But Fry...

His jacket...

And when I woke up, it was on me.

You're under a lot of guilt stress, Leela.

Here, work it out.

I am not under stress, damn it!

[ squeaking]

[ Professor's voice]: Everything's going

to be all right, Leela.

What?

[ her voice]: I said

everything's going to be all right.

Maybe I am freaking out a little.

A little? You're screwier than my Aunt Rita.

And she's a screw.

I need to calm down.

I better take some more of that space honey.

You've been taking space honey?

Be careful, you purple-haired imbecile.

One spoonful calms you down.

Two spoonfuls helps you sleep.

But three spoonfuls

and you'll go into a sleep so deep

you'll never wake up!

Never!

[ Professor's voice]: Never!

[ Amy's voice]: Never!

[ gasps]

One spoonful to calm me down.

[ gulps]

Okay, I got a pretty good calm going.

Two spoonfuls to help me sleep.

[ gulping]

Uh-oh-- still awake.

I guess one more spoonful couldn't hurt.

Ugh!

Oh, my gosh!

I better get a sponge.

[ gasps]

Fry?

Is that you?

I don't need a sponge.

[ mumbling]

Why am I sticky and naked?

Did I miss something fun?

[ whirring]

Incredible.

According to the gizmometer

Fry touched the royal jelly in the space hive

leaving an imprint

of his DNA and brain waves.

Then, when it spilled on the couch

it recombined with trace amounts

of Fry's hair and skin...

And blood.

Don't forget about Fry's blood.

Yes, Bender, thank you.

In short, the various fluids Fry left in the couch

caused the royal jelly to regenerate his entire being.

Neat.

This is great.

My buddy's alive

and his credit cards are valid again.

Let's go get hammered!

[ cheering]

I should warn you--

I'm a mean drunk.

Fry, I'm so glad I didn't kill you.

Me, too.

Feeling responsible

for your death was driving me mad

but now everything is all right.

Uh, not everything.

What? What do you mean?

You have to wake up.

Wake up?

Oh, no... no!

It can't be!

[ gasping]

Poo.

I'm cracking up.

In my dreams, I'm happy because Fry is alive

but when I'm awake, my mind plays tricks on me.

Aw, take it easy, Leela.

In every life, we have some trouble.

But when you worry, you make it double.

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ Be happy. ♪

[ humming]

♪ The landlord say your rent is late ♪

♪ He may have to litigate ♪

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ Be... happy ♪

♪ Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style ♪

♪ Ladies vomit when I smile ♪

♪ But does Zoidberg worry? ♪

♪ Feh! ♪

♪ You wish ♪

♪ Be... happy ♪

♪ Don't worry now, Amy ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ I'm happy ♪

Takes us home, Bender!

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ Be... happy. ♪

Uh... were you just singing?

No, I was telling you not to worry.

I'm not allowed to sing.

Court order.

[ engines racing]

I'll find Fry's coffin, get his corpse

and keep it under my mattress

to remind me that he's really dead.

That'll prove I'm not insane.

[ 2001: A Space Odyssey theme playing]

Okay, it's just an ordinary coffin

containing my ordinary dead friend who I killed.

[ theme continues]

What happened?

Why am I in my apartment?

ALL: You killed Fry!

You killed Fry!

You killed Fry!

Stop it!

Stop it!You killed Fry.

[ yelling]

You killed Fry.

[ yelling]

Okay, I'm insane

but I'm still sane enough to know it.

The only time I feel all right

is in my dreams... with you.

Three spoonfuls... then I can dream forever.

[ gulping]

One.

[ gulping]

Two.

Here goes.

Good-bye, waking world.

Leela, no!

Listen to me.

You don't want to lie in bed like a vegetable

and do nothing the rest of your life.

I've tried it.

Bedsores hurt!

Then what am I supposed to do?

Fight it!

I can't!

You can! The Leela I know doesn't give up this easily.

Okay, I'll try.

[ buzzing]

Go away!

[ buzzing continues]

I don't know if you can hear me, Leela

but there's something I want to tell you.

I love you.

I'm so scared, Fry.

I don't know what to do.

Just wake up, Leela.

Please, just wake up.

I don't understand what you mean.

[ Fry crying]: Just wake up.

Please. Just wake up, Leela.

[ sniffling]

Fry... you're alive.

Leela, you're awake!

Of course I'm awake.

You wouldn't stop waking me.

Where am I?

In the hospital.

The ambulance took you here

right after the bee stung you.

But the bee stung you.

It barely touched me.

The stinger went right through me

and you got all the poison.

My new spleen came from a guy who liked to motorcycle.

Vroom-vroom!

Sweet three-toed sloth

of ice planet Hoth!

She's awake!

[ all cheering]

You were in the best coma I've ever seen.

The doctors said you'd never wake up.

Really? How long was I out?

Two weeks.

Fry never left your side for a minute.

And he talked nonstop.

Like a parrot of the sea, he was.

I thought maybe if you heard a familiar voice

it might help keep your mind together

but who knows if it really got through.

It got through, Fry.

It got through.

FRY: You could really use a shower.

LEELA: You, too.