Mars Needs Moms Page #4

Man, I nearly got toasted!

To death!

Thanks for saving me, but... I'm

never going up there again, man.

You... You can't!

You can't just bail on me now!

Bye.

George!

Your name's George!

- What did you just call me?

- George.

George Ribble.

- You were a kid, like me!

- Where did you get this?

This is mine.

They took your mom, too, didn't they?

It's OK, Grib, I know how you feel!

How I feel? How I feel...

You have no idea how I feel.

You see this?

This is when they chose my mom.

But way before they chose yours.

I know, Gribble.

It happened to me the same way.

No. No, you don't know.

How could you possibly know?

I was a good kid.

I did my chores.

Put my things away.

I did as I was told.

Turns out,

that's exactly why they chose her.

'Cause of me.

Man. What kind of message is that

to send to a little kid?

I know. It's not fair!

I'll tell you what's not fair, man.

Not fair is when a bunch

of scary aliens take your mama,

your only parent, away from you

in the middle of the night.

Not fair is when you follow them,

and you sneak onto their ship,

and you search

but you can't find her.

And then you see her...

They got your mama strapped

into some kind of machine.

Mom!

So I grabbed a couple

of breathing helmets,

and I went to get her.

But I didn't know what I know now.

I didn't know...

... that when the sun came up,

it'd start the machine.

I didn't know... what that

machine was gonna do to her.

Not until it was too late.

And then I realised...

... I was all alone.

I'd never see my mom again.

And I'd never be able

to tell her I loved her.

"Never be able to tell her you

love her..." What do you mean?

No, no, you don't have

to worry about that.

It's not gonna happen.

Not this time.

Not to you.

We're gonna go up there

and we're gonna...

We're gonna go get your mom.

Really? You mean it?

Yeah. You and me, buddy.

Best buds, right?

- Thank you, Gribble.

- Yeah, man.

Yeah, we'll get your mom back, man.

"Best buds."

That's like the "love" thing, right?

My, my, my, my...

...my, my Sharona!

- No! Gribble!

- Evasive action!

I'm sorry.

- No, Gribble! Gribble, stop! Relax!

- Don't shoot me, please!

Gribble, Gribble! Relax! Listen!

She's not gonna shoot you!

- She's not gonna shoot you!

- She's not?

No! She's the one

that helped us escape!

She is?

- TwoCat brought her.

- He did?

I used to be administration

unit 231-Ki-312.

But now,

I'm down with your scene, man.

What is she talking about?

I don't know.

She talks like that a lot.

But I think she wants

to help us, right?

Right on! Come on!

We gotta beat feet!

"Beat feet"?

Oh, you mean run! Yeah, we do!

- Yeah!

- All right, Gribble, let's go!

- OK! Come on!

- It's just so weird!

Come on, guys!

This is the way out!

Is there gonna be a lot of running?

Psychedelic! What are they?

They're paintings.

You know, like your flower graffiti.

Wait! Wait, wait! Ki, Ki!

Hold on. You're the one...

...that paints those flower tags?

That is so bad!

Bad? But... but it is meant to be good.

No. No, no, I mean... no.

Bad means good. I just,

I think that...

I think that they're amazing and...

I think that...

I think you're amazing.

Gribble!

- You can change colour!

- What?

That is also..."bad".

What is that?

That? It looks like a family.

Kids and parents.

That's the "love" thing.

What are "parents"?

You know, people like my mom,

who look after kids like me?

I guess you guys had families once.

You know, if you Martians had parents,

you wouldn't have to kidnap moms

to program your Nanny-bots.

- Come on.

- But...

But the Supervisor said that Martians

have always been raised by machines.

Wow, looks like she

lied to you, big time.

We never knew.

That's the Citadel.

We've got to get to the top.

That's where mission control is,

on the surface.

Your mom is in

the Extraction Machine here.

And your ride back to Earth

is in the silo here.

That's all well and good, guys,

but I don't think we're

gonna make it to the Citadel.

Why are they checking everyone?

Well, you're kind of

a celebrity now, buddy.

And who is that handsome devil

next to you?

You better keep your heads down.

If they bust you,

they will slap you in the joint!

Wait a minute. That's exactly

where we wanna go!

Yeah! He's right on!

What? What... Hey!

We're going to jail?

No, no. When they first found me,

they brought me straight to jail.

The jail's next to the silo

where they keep the spaceship!

- OK.

- Sub-level two. Go ahead.

If we can get through the jail,

and up through the silo,

we can get to the surface.

And that's where Mom is.

Yes, but isn't the jail

thousands of feet above us?

One thousand and thirty-two!

Wait! Wait a minute.

How strong is this line?

I'm a little over my

goal weight right now. Hey!

OK. We've got to take out the guards,

shut down the surveillance cameras,

then we can sneak through the jail

and get to the silo.

We catching the two terrorists.

Supervisor ordering we must

locking them in cells.

Is this gonna work?

- No, wait.

- No! No, please, please, no!

I don't wanna go back to jail! Please!

No, no, please! No!

I need a doctor and I've got measles!

And I've got gingivitis!

And I've got male pattern baldness.

I will getting prisoner tranquilizers.

Where are they?

- Bottom left control.

- Restless leg syndrome!

I got Saturday Night Fever!

- Bat wing disorder!

- And halitosis!

Yes! Horrible halitosis! I do?

Hey! Awesome!

And this officially ends

today's prison broadcast!

Come on! Come on! Come on! Let's go!

OK, here's the plan.

I'll go get my mom.

You guys fire up the spaceship,

and we'll be outta here

before they can say...

- Hey, Grib, what are you doing?

- It's Wingnut, man!

He's still alive! Hey, bud.

I can't just leave him in here.

OK, well, get him out,

but do it fast! We gotta go!

OK. Come on! This will do it.

Yeah! Come on out, you freakazoid!

I know. I know. It's OK.

What's with all the grabbing

and squeezing?

It's called "hugging".

It's another love thing.

OK, enough already.

Come on! We gotta go!

Man! I must have

opened up all the cells.

- Who let the dogs out?

- No duh.

What?

What's going on?

It's the hatchlings.

They're sorting them.

Yeah. The girls are

all assigned their Nanny-bots.

And the boys are sent down below

where they'll be raised

by the Hairy Tribe Guys.

These guys knew a bunch

of boy hatchlings were coming!

That's why they were dancing down

in the trash. They were celebrating!

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