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Today is best day ever.

Moving Day!

For who?

Answer:
The Boov.

Who are the Boov?

Answer:
Best species ever at running away.

All Boov settlers, please report

to your assigned transport.

You are allowed one carry-on.

Excusing me. Sorries.

Excusing me.

Pardon the me, friend.

Boov do not friend.

Owpain!

Uh-oh. Sorries.

Who am I?

I am Oh.

I has been given this name

by my many, many friends.

- Good morning!

- Oh.

- Hi, guys.

- Oh.

- Hello.

- Oh.

I am very excitement

to make a new fresh start!

We are all moving to best planet ever

for to hiding.

Our new home!

Captain Smek!

My fellow Boov!

I has saved us again.

A bit lower.

No, stop!

Up a bit. Up a bit.

Perfect. Walk away. Walk away.

My fellow--

My...

fellow...

Boov.

Good news!

Thanks to my leadership skills...

cowering, running

and pulling a skedaddle...

we are safe from our enemy...

the Gorg.

Nasty.

Give Daddy some sugar!

Captain Smek has saved us again!

We are now arrived at the best

hiding place yet in the Milky Way.

And the Gorg are lactose intolerant.

Genius!

They will never find us here.

Thank you!

Best of yet...

this planet is full of great stuff.

Look at these delicious fruits!

That makes me feel so good.

What fun at a party!

Boov do not party.

Also, this planet is inhabited.

But do not worry.

The native savages are simple and backwards.

They are so ugly, they are cute!

Everything you need to know about them

can be found...

in these comprehensive pamphlets.

Comprehensive pamphlet.

Comprehensive pamphlet.

They are lucky the Boov have come.

All right, Boov. Invade on three.

One, two, three.

Rejoice, humanspeople!

The Boov are arrived!

Now we are turning off

your gravity temporarily...

so as to make your mandatory

relocation easier.

And more fun!

So, what is up?

You are!

You'll never catch me!

Enjoy you the frozen, sweetened

bovine secretion...

as we take this short flight

to Happy Humanstown.

This is so cool! Come on!

Fa-da!

Humanspersons are happiness and joy forever

in Happy Humanstown.

Welcome to your new home.

- Wait, what? No!

- New home?

And rest of planet is for Boov.

Win-win!

Welcome, Boov settlers.

All humans have been relocated.

Your homes are now ready.

Thanking you!

This planet may be

a bit of a fixing-it-upper...

but that is okay.

Boov are best at deciding what is useful.

And what is not.

Owpain.

Step aside. Clean-up crew.

Useless.

Today, I starts a new life.

With new friends. In a new home.

Residents may now enter sector 179.

That is me!

And that is why today is best day ever!

Welcome home, neighbors!

Boov do not have "neighbors."

That is owing to the size

and topography of our former planet.

Hey! Can I borrowing a cup of sugar?

What?

But now, our closer proximity

can leads to friendship.

You are all invited...

to my warming of house party.

Say, 5:
00?

Sure.

Yes!

Hey, Pig! Be careful up there!

I'm sorry, Pig.

Mom's not here.

It's just a video.

Hey, Mom.

I think Pig wants to join us.

It's not funny!

Tip!

Come on, Mom. It's just snow.

I don't know anything about snow.

We're from Barbados!

We don't have snow!

Are you okay?

I'm sending this to everyone.

Sector 195 is ready for occupation.

We can't wait for Mom, Pig.

We gotta go.

Right now!

Oh, no!

Prepare for your dance attack!

Okay, let's go find Mom.

Neighbors, hello!

Please come in and--

Hello.

Hello?

And right. And left. Other left.

Kyle!

Right. No, left.

Hello, friend Kyle.

I am not your friend.

Of course you are.

We have had many enjoyable talks.

No, we talk only because

I'm not allowed to move.

You are always saying the funny things.

Perhaps you can say them

at my warming of house party tonight.

I will not. Parties are useless

and take up valuable Boov time.

Since you are at your busyness,

I shall send an e-vite to you...

so you can join later

during your leisure minute.

Please do not send.

I enjoy my leisure minute.

Fa-da! I have sent directions

to my living space.

Fa-da! I have sent directions

to my living space.

You sent directions to everyone?

What?

It is not my fault.

Whyfor put "send" button

right next to "send all"?

This is just bad design.

Your invite has been sent

to entire galaxy!

Uh-oh.

"Uh-oh" is right!

Our enemy, the Gorg, will receive it...

and can use directions for to find us!

The Gorg?

Fa-da!

You have doomed our species!

No, please.

I did not mean to. I am sorries!

You are arresting!

No!

I was just trying to invite you to my--

Security has been compromised.

Arrest that Boov!

Autopilot, I needs help!

Help is available in Paris

at Boov Headquarters.

No, Autopilot!

Any place but Paris!

You must takes me to a place

with no Boovs.

The only remaining spot on planet

with no Boov is Antarctica.

Group hug!

Yes! Antarctica is perfect!

Take me there now!

I am sorry. You are fugitive Boov.

Initiating Self-Destruct.

No! Do not initiate!

I am not a fugitive!

No!

Oh, no.

Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!

Whatfor are you did this?

I am Boov, beloved by all humans.

I know what you are.

Excellent! Can I come into the out now?

No, you cannot "come into the out" now.

You can never come into the out,

ever again!

But I can!

You are just having

to take away the piece of wood.

Then I will have to--

I will shoot forth the lasers

from my eyeballs!

You can do that?

Yes.

If you shoot your eye lasers,

then I'll have no choice...

but to explode your head!

- You humans cannot to explode--

- We can too!

We just don't much.

It's considered rude.

Then I am granting you a truce.

You are not to exploding heads...

and I will not do my

devastating eye lasers.

Okay. Truce.

- So, can I come into the out now?

- No!

This is what you get

for stealing planets and abducting people.

You are thinking a mistake.

Boov do not steal and abduct.

No, Boov liberate and befriend.

Guess who made this one!

This is so beautiful!

Mom! What's happening?

I don't know, honey.

Tip!

It will be okay.

Lifeform detected. Not human.

Move along.

Enjoy you the frozen, sweetened

bovine secretion...

as we take this short flight

to Happy Humanstown.

Mom!

It's all your fault.

You stole my mom!

Smell ya later, Boov.

Wait! Smell me now!

I can to fixing your car.

I seen you has broken it.

I didn't break it.

I'm a very good driver.

It's supposed to leak like that.

Can I come into the out now?

I know the fugitive Boov has made

yet another in a series of horrible...

yet unintentionally humorous mistakes.

But let me reassure you,

the signal he broadcast...

is being handled.

We are definitely not doomed.

- And we're out.

- We are doomed!

The Gorg are going to find us again!

The maniac Boov has ruined everything.

This is bad.

And I really love this planet.

Look at all the great stuff they've got.

Like this! A headband!

And for evening wear, you slide it down...

you got a beautiful spare tire.

I love it!

Very nice!

Who would wanna leave this behind?

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