Fly Me To The Moon Page #5

Come on, Scooter. Come on! You can do it!

Suck in your belly! That should do it!

Disengaging lunar module.

Guys?

Guys. This is terrible.

I should have done something.

Hey, IQ? You want some?

Scooter! You're alive!

I should kill you.

You and your compulsive eating!

You almost got us killed!

Scooter, you really gotta go on a diet.

I promise. I promise I will. Guys?

- They are American flies, after all.

- Sure, why not.

What was that all about?

I don't know, but we're going home.

All right, you two.

Time to prove you got what it takes.

I heard the stories

about your big adventures.

Maybe you did, and maybe you didn't,

but this is the real McCoy.

We gotta stop these Russians

from hurting our boys.

I want you to get in there and find them.

We'll be right behind you. Right, boys?

Right! We won't fail you, Grandpa.

All right, boys, stretch out.

Don't wanna pull anything.

Houston, we are on course.

The Earth's gravity has taken over,

and we are beginning

to be pulled homeward.

Alert, Yegor,

it is time to change re-entry coordinates.

Babushka, how we feel now? Better?

Much better. I thought I was over

these fainting episodes.

Nadia, look. I don't do this sort of thing,

be brave and all, I mean,

but I'm not gonna just sit here

while my son is flying home

to lord of the flies knows what!

Boys? Lick your faces.

It's time to rock and roll!

Yeah!

Okay. We rocks and rolls.

I bet when we get back, they'll throw us

a big party with lots of food.

Scooter!

Not that I'm eating anything

with my new diet.

Houston, we've made our

mid-course corrections

and have readjusted the flight path

of the spacecraft.

Roger that. We'll switch over

to computer coordinates for re-entry.

Americans think they can beat us.

They better think again.

Mother Russia is strong!

Hey, you're that Russian, aren't you?

Russian? What are you talking about?

- I made a wrong turn.

- He's trying to trick us!

Butch, he's got the scar.

Scar? It's a birthmark.

Don't move!

And what do you plan on doing?

Ever wanted to be a firefly?

He's getting away!

So long, losers!

Americans too slow for us Russians.

Not so fast!

They send a bunch of old flies after me?

I will make quick work of all of you.

Is that right?

I'm all you're gonna be able to handle.

Bring it on, Grandpa!

All right, Grandpa! You got him!

That's it, Grandpa.

Keep moving, keep dancing.

Yeah, get him!

All right, Grandpa!

Give him the old one-two!

Wow. That had to hurt.

You got him! You got him!

Come on, Grandpa! Work those wings!

Hey, that's cheating!

Everything fair in war and love.

Isn't what you silly Americans say?

Yeah, get him, Grandpa!

- Yeah! She rocks!

- Awesome!

You act like big fly?

You little fly, darling.

Little, nothing fly.

Nadia, don't. They have washed brain.

You confused.

No, no wash brain. I get smart.

- My kind of woman!

- You okay, Amos?

Fit as a fiddle.

That's some kick you got there.

Yeah. I got big foot.

What take Yegor so long?

He must set diversion off now.

Maybe something wrong?

We proceed anyway.

- Not so fast!

- Not so fast!

What this? Some kind of joke?

- Boys?

- Yeah, Mom!

Prepare your butts to be kicked!

- Good one!

- It was no joke.

Gonna hurt my boys, huh?

Standing by, Houston.

We are moments from splashdown.

Copy that, Commander.

We've begun live TV transmission

down here.

No! How happen this to me?

I'm finished! Kaput!

What you do now? Join circus clowns?

No, I move to Miami Beach.

New groovy club need

waiters with foreign accents.

- What?

- Don't swat me, please.

You think groovy club need two waiters?

Give me some skin, Comrade.

Maybe too groovy.

Welcome home!

Hey, guys, something big

must have happened while we were gone.

- Scooter!

- What?

- It's all my fault.

- It's my fault, too.

- I wanted to go to the moon.

- Me, too.

Well, actually, I didn't,

but when I got there, it was so cool!

I love you, Mom.

Sorry you didn't get your chance

to go to the moon, Grandpa.

Don't you worry about me.

I got lots more adventure

under these old wings.

- I love you, Grandpa.

- Not more than I love you.

I ever tell you about the time

I flew with Amelia Earhart?

Only about a million times!

Wanna hear it a million and one?

Sure, I love that story, Grandpa.

We were about 10 hours into it,

out over the Atlantic Ocean...

Hold on! Hold the credits!

Stop the credits!

Hello, I'm Buzz Aldrin. The original Buzz

and lunar module pilot on Apollo 11.

My friends here at the Space Program

asked me to speak to you today

to set the record straight.

No matter what you may have heard

or thought you have seen,

there were no contaminants, no flies,

on the Apollo 11.

It is, in fact, a scientific impossibility.

Now that we've straightened that out,

I want to salute all the men and women

who have toiled,

before and after that first moon mission,

in pursuit of new frontiers.

Let us always continue

to reach for the stars.

What was that all about?

Beats me.

- Adventure forever!

- All right!

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words

Hold my hand

In other words

Darling, kiss me

Fly me to the moon

In other words

Please be true

In other words

I love you

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