Gadgetgang in Outerspace

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Flight crew.

Have we been cleared

for landing?

Ow!

Ow!

No, no, no.

No signal yet.

Carry on.

We should be arriving

in Althurbar soon.

What's our ETA?

Uh, ETA?

Yes, sir.

Two milliseconds, captain.

I think...

Look!

It's a Trachlonian

Transpacial cruiser.

Far out!

Copy it!

Copy it!

Making miniature confederation

ships again, huh?

Um, well, yes, sir.

Let me see.

We've almost got the

whole collection now.

Clear for landing.

Docking platform 253b.

Your excellencies, we have

been cleared for landing.

Well done, admiral.

What's happening?

Sorry, admiral.

We've been hit by,

uh, them.

What in the universe are those

little annoying green

second-class aliens

doing around Althurbar

during this celebration?

Don't tell me someone

invited the

Invas.

Captain, I can't be sure,

but I think they said,

"cleared to land."

Good.

Steady now.

Let's bring her in.

You must be pulling my legs.

What in the name

of all the seven

intergalactic divas

is this about?

Hmm!

Tell me, sweeties.

Shouldn't you be

away on this long

super-far and oh, so

important mission?

Well, we finished a

little ahead of schedule.

But you didn't have to,

you know, make such

a big fuss for us.

- Please welcome governors

- Hur and Mennis,

who will kick off our celebration

of 100 cycles of peace.

Pardon me.

I always cry in 100 cycles

of peace celebrations.

Hello.

What? You've got to be joking.

What do you mean it's

not working, darling?

It should've been

ready yesterday.

I'm coming up there

in 3.5 seconds.

Me, me, me!

Why me?

These underpaid martians

don't know the difference

between a state celebration

and a tailgate barbeque.

And you, little jelly-bugs,

are coming with me.

If I let you Invas in

for just a second,

this celebration is doomed.

Whoa! Wow!

Paladin robots? Incredible!

Don't touch them.

They're relics.

Are they the real thing?

Real, honey?

These are the

only remaining robots

from the great war.

It was on special

request of governor Hur

that we set them up

here for all to see.

Do they still work?

Are they functional?

Frankly, my dear,

why do you care at all?

Of course they don't.

They're de-energized.

Non-functional. Finito. Kaput.

Which means it's

basically for decoration.

Sir, the fireworks are ready,

but there seems

to be a little glitch

with the remote control.

My gosh, this is so

beneath my pay grade.

Do I look like an electrician?

Chop, chop.

Fix it!

Me, me, me!

Why me?

Hmm...

Relax, guys.

It's stable.

Then whose little alien

finger will push the button?

But, sir, it could be dangerous

to be next to the cannons

when the fireworks go off.

Dangerous?

It'll be dangerous for you

if by the end of

the governor's speech

I don't see that tiny little sky

in there all

puffing and sparkling.

You hear me?

How dare you...

Ah!

Hey, a little early

for all this, huh?

Catastrophe.

That's all you Invas

are capable of.

Incorrigible peasants.

The interplanetary leaders

will be here for

the celebration.

We can't put them at risk.

But, your excellencies,

we want to stay for the party.

These seven

lame brain-munchkins

need to be out of

the planet capital

before they mess up

the entire celebration.

But, sir...

You must understand,

this celebration is not...

You are a menace!

It's not an event

you'll appreciate...

The intergalactic confederation

doesn't need Invas...

Sorry, but we

need to ask you to...

Get out!

Understand...

Out!

Uh...

Get lost.

If you don't mind.

Sorry, about this.

Talk about overreacting.

I put on my best

uniform for nothing.

What do they think we

could've done wrong?

Congratulations, everyone.

All of you have done

an excellent job.

I'm sure the science jury

is going to take one look,

and agree with me that

you deserve the first prize.

Come, let's go.

We better get moving now

if we want to reach the

space observatory in time.

Gregory!

Gregorio!

Gregorio!

Come on, Phoebe.

Time to get on the bus.

Have you seen my brother?

Fortunately, no.

Hmm.

Gregorio, they're

gonna head out without us.

Big deal.

What's so hot about going

to a space observatory

without taking our telescope?

Ah!

Oh, of course.

Observatories usually

don't have telescopes.

Duh.

Not like ours.

Here you go.

Ha!

We missed our chance.

Now we'll never

get there in time.

Chill out.

Don't be such a Sheldon.

Your move, Mitsue.

Launch the spirit

of Zanza, come on!

I'm trying, but this crazy

thing don't wanna...

Come on, Mitsue.

Do it now.

Rats!

My battery is out.

I gotta recharge it.

Later, dudes.

Gregorio!

I don't think it's funny!

Where are you?

Hey?

Our last test with this

machine was a total flop.

Yeah, that was before

I tweaked it a bit.

She's ready now.

And the seat?

Where does it come from?

I took it from tank's bike.

He's so out of it,

he left that piece

of junk in my garage

and never came back for it.

Whoa!

Gregory!

Gregory!

Did you hear that?

Gregory, are you nuts?

Give me back my bike seat, man.

Gregory!

Gregory!

Hasta la vista, Tanque.

Get out.

You, like, got a photo

with the Justin brothers?

Nobody gets close to them.

Hot!

That's why I left in my camera.

If I'd posted it online,

you would have said

it was Photoshop.

Mary Anne, are you nuts?

Taking this camera on the trip?

You might just lose that pic.

Gregorio!

Ah!

Whoa!

Dudes, I'm telling you.

The truth's out there.

Yeah, right there on Wikipedia.

Oh, come on, banana.

The alien from Roswell?

But they're close

and always watching us.

Huh? Mmm.

Let's go, we'll miss the bus.

Agent Mulder here can take

his own flying saucer.

Ah!

Ah!

It's not working.

Wait. It has to warm up.

You just wait!

Huh?

Huh?

Ah!

One day... one day I'm gonna

show you that they are among us

and they are light-years

smarter than you goat-heads.

I bet you didn't know they trim

their bangs every two weeks.

I'll give it back later.

Hey, are you crazy?

Give me back my camera!

Gregory!

Come back!

Gregorio, you are very late!

Wow. You sure know

how to make friends.

No!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa.

Huh?

Give me back my camera! Whoa!

That's mine!

Hmm.

Relax, we still can fix it.

There's just no way.

You're all a menace

to this school.

But, Ms. Clarisse,

this was an accident.

Spilling coffee on my

blouse was an accident.

Tripping off the stairs,

an accident.

But this, this...

This is a disaster!

A hecatomb, a tragedy!

But we were crazy about

going to the observatory.

It ain't fair.

Not fair?

Your little space game

trashed the work of

the entire school.

Ruined.

I'll tell you what's fair.

But, principal, I've

been waiting for this trip

since the beginning of the year.

You don't understand!

The jury will be

coming back in two days

to judge our school's entry,

which is now destroyed.

It's all his fault.

Hey, man!

Don't put it on me.

Who cares whose fault it was?

What's fair is that none of you

are going to the observatory.

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