Mars Needs Moms Page #2

- "Unauthorised dogpile"?

- I know. They say that all the time.

Come with me, man. This is so cool.

Hey! Come on in.

What do you think, bro?

- About what?

- About the room, bud.

It's for you, man.

What do you think?

- For me?

- Oh, don't mind this guy.

I just tried to train him to be like my

wingman, you know, but he's useless.

It's more like a wing nut.

Oh, gosh.

I'm gonna get rid of him.

But forget it, man. That's all history.

- 'Cause I got you now!

- Me?

- Yeah.

- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you and me, bro.

Best buds hanging out forever.

Playing video games all day,

watching TV all night.

There's no such thing

as too much TV, man.

Mom?

Oh, yeah.

Maybe there is such a thing

as too much TV.

- No. Wait.

- I wanna show you something in here.

What are they saying?

Subject will be terminating.

- Oh-four, oh-three...

- "Terminating." Terminating?

Terminating. I love that movie.

Hey, you know what? Let's go. I wanna

show you something cool, dude.

No, wait. Gribble, what's going on?

I don't wanna tell ya,

and you can't make me. OK?

- Just forget about it.

- No, Gribble, tell me.

- Please!

- System overload! System overload!

- Tell me!

- Help! Hey!

- Tell me!

- Oh, my...

Get... Uncle! Get off!

Chafe-y.

All right.

All right, I'll tell you.

Fact is...

...Mars needs moms.

What the heck does that mean?

These are hatchlings.

They are baby Martians,

and they pop out of the ground,

like potatoes,

every 25 years or so.

And the Martians, they're terrible

at mothering, which is ironic, really,

since the ones running the place

upstairs, they're all female.

- Can you get to the point?

- I... All right.

What they are good at

is building robots, right?

So they build these Nanny-bots

to raise the girls.

And each Nanny-bot gets one kid

to raise, and then it's toast.

It can't be reused after that.

Who knew mothering was so hard?

"Hard?"

- So why did they take my mom?

- OK.

They have to program the

Nanny-bots each time, right?

So... they find someone

who is really good

at controlling their own kid.

Hey, that's my house.

And that's me!

Are these my mom's memories?

Yeah.

See, all these Martians care about

is order and discipline.

What was that one about?

Just tell me what they're

gonna do to my mom.

All right.

Right up there.

You see, they have this

memory extraction machine.

It takes the discipline

out of the mom

and it puts it into the Nanny-bots.

It works on some kind of

solar-wind focusing system.

And when the sun rises...

...they extract what they need to

program the Nanny-bots, and that's it.

OK? That's it.

Wait. So my mom is gonna

lose all her memories?

Yeah, something like that.

No, that... that can't happen.

- We've gotta save her!

- Well, that's impossible,

- so, like, get over it and move on.

- But we've gotta try.

- We've gotta try!

- This, my friend,

is a Martian wristwatch.

You see the bars here?

Counts down to sunrise.

So you must have

about 6.93 Earth hours left.

Less than seven hours? That's all?

Let's say that,

for the sake of argument,

that we do, we disguise you.

And we use all this awesome spy gear

to guide you up to the surface.

Those Martians, man, they...

They're gonna spot you.

They're gonna chase you

and shoot at you and... and... and...

Wait a minute.

I think it's a brilliant idea.

But you just said

they're gonna shoot at me.

What? Oh, hey. What you talking about,

"shoot"? "Shoot"? That's crazy talk.

- That's what you said.

- Who said that?

Someone say he's gonna shoot at him?

What are you talking about, brother?

No one's shooting at anybody.

Don't even sweat it.

You trust me.

This is gonna be great.

No, you know what?

As a matter of fact,

this is gonna be...

...Gribbletastic. Yeah!

I don't know, Gribble.

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Yeah, dude. It's gonna be awesome.

That disguise totally rocks.

Trust me, you're gonna blend right in.

Even the SISS won't spot you.

The SISS? What's the SISS?

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention them.

They're the Supervisor's

Secret Security.

They're the ones

in the black uniforms.

But I'll take care of them, man.

Don't worry about it.

Anything else you "forgot to mention"?

What? No. What're you... Me?

Dude, honest Injun, man.

We're in this together.

Once he gets up top,

he's gonna give himself away.

They're gonna chase him

halfway around Mars,

and I'm gonna save his butt.

And he's gonna be so totally grateful.

It's gonna be so cool.

Give me a break.

OK, OK. So, it's a... it's a fib,

but it's for his own good, man.

After this, he'll stay down here,

where it's safe.

OK, go ahead.

Dude, you march like a girl!

Which is kind of perfect.

There's that bleached-prune lady again.

Who is that?

That's the Supervisor.

She's like the school lunch lady,

only with the power

to execute you on sight.

Man, Mars needs Botox.

Don't mess with her.

She runs everything around here.

Gribble, are you seeing this?

Yeah, man. Those tags are so cool.

I don't know who does 'em,

but the Supervisor hates 'em.

Oh, hey, look sharp, man.

You see that tall building up ahead?

That's the Citadel.

Your mom's up at the top.

You get up there and get your mom.

I am gonna program the ship

and make it repeat its last

Earth mission, and then, boom!

You're through the wormhole and home

in time for Pop-Tarts. OK? Easy.

TwoCat, this is it, man.

They're gonna spot him here for sure.

Stop it. Don't look at me like that.

I'm gonna take care of him.

Check it out, all right?

When he gets to the checkpoint gate,

he's gonna trigger the alarm,

the guards'll close in,

I'm gonna press this button.

The cleaning hatch is gonna open, gonna

drop down to the maintenance floor,

where he can escape down the

trash chute. See? It's very simple.

OK. It'll all be fine.

But if anything, you know,

weird or unexpected happens,

just run like crazy, OK?

You see?

Totally in my control.

I pushed the wrong one.

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Gribble, where are they taking me?

OK, just give me a minute.

Don't have an aneurysm.

Oh, man, OK, you're going up,

and that's not good.

I thought I wanted to go up?

Well, yes and no.

This is a very, very bad up.

OK, OK, OK... don't panic.

- Get ready.

- For what?

How about running, for starters?

Go, go, go, go!

And he's off! Yes! Finally.

Gribble! Which way now?

- Dang, I'm good!

- Gribble!

I'm a tie-dye, superfly

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