Mars Needs Moms Page #3
Catch me on the other side
Tart-choppin', body-poppin'...
Gribble! Stop being such an idiot
and tell me which way!
Did you just call me an idiot?
Which way? I'm lost here!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I think that you have to apologise now.
Gribble!
I'm waiting.
All right, all right, I'm sorry!
Apology accepted. Go left.
No, no, no, no, not that left!
Not that left, not that left!
Back up, man!
- Turn it down, Gribble!
- TwoCat, turn off your alarm!
What is going on here? TwoCat?
Oh, no. Mommy? Mommy!
Gribble! I need to know...
Gribble, come in. Are you there?
Gribble! Come on, Gribble, this
is no time for the silent treatment!
Gribble? Help me.
I'm trapped,
and there's nowhere to hide!
Gribble!
If not using ropes, my friend,
you will needing wings.
We must cleaning paint off you
It will getting you in trouble.
Giving me your helmet...
The Earth hatchling!
Gribble! Gribble, come in. They've
spotted me! But I think I lost them!
Get off me! Let me go! Let me go!
Cool it! I gotta clean you up!
- Get off of me!
- Hey!
Mellow out, man!
I'm not the fuzz!
- I'm not bustin' you.
- You're not?
Check it out!
What is that?
- They were tracking me?
- Not you.
They were trackin'
whoever you were chattin' with.
Who I was... who I was talk...
I was talking to Gribble! Oh, no!
No time! Sorry! No time!
You got time now?
This is so low temperature!
OK. You're from Earth,
so you must know...
What do you "turn on"?
How do you "tune in"?
What do you "drop out" of?
That's English!
Where did you learn English?
Two quarters ago,
I was working in the
administration block.
The Supervisor was talking
with 113-Elder-331.
They were viewing some
top-secret Earth documents.
When they left, I wanted to check out
what was making the weird light.
What's going on here?
It's a chrysanthemum, baby.
A chrysanthemum?
That's not a chrysanthemum.
And it was...
... amazing!
So I copied all I could.
The way that light vibrated and sang!
Nothing in my world
has ever made me feel like that!
It was like my eyes were open
for the first time.
It was crazy beautiful, man.
This is a chrysanthemum.
Flower power, it's gonna change
the world, man!
Yeah, that's just groovy, man.
They called it...
Colour.
is totally interesting,
but I'm kinda busy
saving my mom!
You mean your Nanny-bot.
No! I mean my mom!
She's a human being!
Wait. No, but...
I saw inside her headspace.
You said, "My life
would be so much better
if I didn't have a mom at all."
I know what I said,
but I was wrong, and I do want her.
Heavy! Why?
Because she...
and she tells me what to do!
Oh, like the Supervisor!
No, not like the Supervisor!
My mom is kind.
She takes me to Disneyland,
and she reads to me,
and she makes me hot chocolate,
and she puts bandages on my cuts,
and she hugs me and she...
She loves me.
"Love"?
Chute number three.
Crazy.
Gribble? Can you hear me now?
Gribble?
Oh, no.
Gribble?
Gribble?
Gribble?
Gribble!
Oh, no. That's only
five and a half hours!
Stupid weights.
"Private. Keep out.
No Martians allowed."
"Gribble."
"George Ribble."
He must've been a kid, too,
when he came here.
Why wouldn't he tell me?
TwoCat? TwoCat!
Hold on, buddy.
Are you OK?
Oh, here. Where's Gribble, TwoCat?
I gotta find him!
He's the only person on this entire
planet who can help me save my mom.
That burnt area. That's where
they shoot people, isn't it?
That's a firing squad,
and they're gonna shoot Gribble?
TwoCat, we gotta save him!
Ladies, ladies,
you don't wanna do this.
Listen, I'm a walking A-bomb!
You shoot me, and the
whole planet's gonna go up!
You don't want that
on your conscience...
OK, seriously.
OK, you could be precipitating
a major interplanetary war here,
people, aliens, Martians.
OK, listen! I've been
living in your sewers for years.
I'm disgusting,
they're contaminated,
and they need a vaccine
and I'm the only one that has it.
OK. Listen. You made your point.
I can let you in on
the ground floor, OK?
How 'bout blue mascara?
I've got a Slinky!
A Rubik's Cube?
You like Dungeons and Dragons,
I love Dungeons and Dragons.
How 'bout skateboards?
I got millions... OK. Hey!
I can get you a Cabbage Patch Kid. Not
one of those gnarly ones, a real one.
What about a pizza?
You like crop circles?
I have quite a crop.
Oh, and I'll teach you how to moonwalk.
Can't really do it in these chains.
Legwarmers!
Wait, wait.
Unauthorised dogpile!
Hey! Milo, what are you doing here?
I'm rescuing you.
What does it look like?
It's exactly according to my plan!
Ki!
Hot, hot, hot!
Wait! Stop it with the shooting!
My toe! What are you doing?
Oh, my gosh!
When you're going
a change of underwear!
Hairy Tribe Guys.
Wingnut?
- OK. OK. Thank you.
- Oh, come on. Let go!
- Let go! What are you doing?
- They're hugging!
It's all these males ever do! That's why
the females chuck 'em down here!
We don't have time!
- Run!
- Run!
Wingnut! It's Wingnut!
OK. Come on! Come on.
What?!
Wingnut! No!
Wait!
Gribble!
Relax, Grib. Fat floats.
Hey!
Oh, nuts.
There goes my sexy tan.
Less than three and a half hours.
Echo!
This place is amazing!
It's Gribbletastic.
You have got to stop saying that.
You sound Gribblediculous.
Hey, hey.
TwoCat's homing in on our headsets.
I built him with a location device.
I think of everything.
I'm the bomb. I'm the bomb.
Stretch... stretch that bar
across this rock.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good.
You know this place is perfect?
We can rebuild right over there.
- You see that?
- No.
- Keep still.
- Yeah, right, sorry.
Build a whole new lair.
this place up with our junk.
What do you say, pal?
You and me? Best buds?
You can be emperor this time.
And I... I shall be El Presidente.
Hey!
Again with the shooting?
- Gimme that!
- But...
Maniac!
These things are dangerous!
Tried to blow up some trash once with
one of these, almost took my foot off!
Yes!
Oh, good, it's nearly empty.
Anyway, why don't we go rebuild
right over here. What do you think?
That lava slope looks
like our best way up.
My mom's running out of time, Gribble.
- Let's go!
- Hey, no, come on!
It can't be done!
Did you see what happened up there?
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