Final Space

Previously on "Final Space"...

At long last, Gary and Avocato

rescue Avocato's son, Little Cato,

from the clutches of the Lord Commander,

but that dick weed takes revenge

and teleports a bomb that Avocato finds just in time

to sacrifice his life to save his son.

I know. I'll miss him, too.

You have three minutes of oxygen left.

It's cold, H.U.E. Are you cold?

I only feel two things, Gary ... nothing and nothingness.

You know what?

It's the shade.

It's always, like, 10 degrees colder... in the shade.

Space is made entirely of shade.

Yeah, I guess it is.

I gotta find some of that non-shade.

Where the hell is it?

Oh, hey. Oh.

Oh, boom ... non-shade.

Crap! It's, like, really freakin' piping hot now.

1x07 - Chapter Seven

Avocato?

It's been three days since you died.

I have to say I'm... I'm struggling here, man.

You said to look after your boy,

and I can barely look after myself.

I really think you picked the wrong guy.

Granted, there wasn't a big pool to pick from, but...

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I miss you, friend.

What do you think I should do?

I mean, I-I ... I need a sign, man.

You know, maybe rattle some glasses

if I should give him some space or flicker the lights.

You know, just a little flicker if I should try harder.

Any ghost-related stuff at all would be great.

Or nothing. Nothing works, too.

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- What the crap are you doing?! - KVN is making helpful repairs.

There! Boomtown! No more hole.

Hole?! That was the door to the bathroom!

Oh! I thought it was a huge rectangular hole.

- Ugh! - How?! That huge rectangular hole

was the door to the bathroom!

- You sure? - Yes! Yes, I'm ... Yes!

Well, that puts you in a situation, huh?

- Gary? - Yeah?

- I have news for you. - What is it, H.U.E.?

Three, two, one...

Gary, your prison sentence

aboard the Galaxy 1 is now complete.

That's gre... Wait, say what?

You're free, Gary.

Free? This isn't a joke?

I mean, I-I'm really free?

Yes, Gary. What are you going to do now?

Yes! Oh, I'm free!

All these long years, and these freedom cookies are mine!

Gary? You should talk to Little Cato.

"I think you need to talk to Little Cato.

I think you need to, uh, crawl in a vent and talk to Little Cato."

Hey, where'd you get all those cookies?

- You want them? They suck. - They do. They do suck!

Five years for these little round pieces of suckage!

Get to the point. I'm a busy guy.

Well, hmm.

All right, buddy, what can I do to make you happy?

- Name anything. - Anything?

- Freakin' anything. - Anything?

I just said freakin' anything. Anything.

Can you get me to the Lord Commander?

Okay... possibly. What do you want to do?

I want to slit his throat

and splash in his life juice.

Oh. Good Lord, that's dark. Okay, well...

Sounds like a fantastic idea.

Count me in!

I never thought I'd be creating

a murder squad with a small boy, but here we are.

Is this... Is this my father's room?

Hell yeah, it is.

Oh, my gosh, look at all the crap.

All right, well, Avocato's gotta have big boom sticks in here somewhere.

- What did you think of him? - Your dad?

Well, he was a short-tempered, angry grouch.

I loved that about him.

Me, too. Plus, he cared about you.

Man, I mean, more than anything.

- You think so? - He would never shut up about you.

I mean, every day, "Little Cato ...

we gotta save Little Cato. He's injured.

He's my boy. Let's find him."

You know, I do not jest, the man loved you.

He never said that to me.

He said it when he gave his life to save you.

That was love in action mode ... Avocato style.

Heck chicklets! We got it!

Here you go! You ready?

Let's tear the Lord Commander a new butthole.

Yes! Maybe even three!

Or four. Four of them?

10. 10 painfully wide-open buttholes!

- We're gonna cover him in buttholes. - That's a ...

that's, like, 50 to 55 buttholes right there!

KVN wants to cover him in buttholes, too!

We're coming, deal with it!

All right, fine. We shall be called the Legion of Murdering

an Irritatingly Power-thirsty Pint-sized Imp

into a Plethora of Butthoooooles!

Quinn, only 48 hours till the breach consumes Earth.

Until we fix the ship,

we cannot engage our lightfold engines,

and you have a more immediate problem.

H.U.E., what is he doing?

I can only hypothesize,

but I think they are going to pick a fight.

That idiot!

Gary, we don't have time for this!

We've got bigger problems!

Oh, right. Tunes! Thanks, Quinn.

H.U.E., play the good stuff.

I'm talking about war trumpets, rain sticks,

soul-crushing crumhorns

to stir the hearts of these merry men.

- And piccolos and clarinets. - No piccolos or clarinets!

- Right. Angelic violins. - No!

Oh, H.U.E., what is this?

- The good stuff, Gary. - That is not the good stuff!

Where are the war trumpets, the rain sticks?

This is so sad, Gary.

It makes me think about all the people I've loved

- who have died, like ... - Don't ... Don't say it.

- Avocato. - Oh!

My bro is dead!

- Can you take all of that over there? - Maybe I should.

Sorry, small fry. I didn't foresee my emotional shielding

getting shut down so quickly!

Chookity!

Shut the hell up, Mooncake!

Oh, I'm so sad!

Little Cato, I am not detecting the Lord Commander

on that heavy incinerator.

I don't care. This is for my dad!

In hindsight, this wasn't the greatest idea.

What was that?!

Gary, are you okay? Gary? Gary?!

Gary!

Oh, my audio processing unit. I can't hear you.

What, what? What, what?

Small fry? Hey, wake up.

Did you say something?

Avocato picked the worst guy to watch over his son.

I am a bad-luck magnet.

Is he breathing?

Great news, guys. Little Cato is breathing.

You saved my life.

- Who are you? - Hi, Gary.

- Quinn?! - Gary, I...

What the tough titty wompas?

Who are you?

- Wha? - I'm you.

But you can't be me.

I know that because I'm already me.

- What? - No, I'm really you,

- just from the future. - Hey, future Quinn, I'm KVN,

Gary's deep-space insanity avoidance companion.

We're just the bestest of friends.

- Shut up, KVN. - Good Lord, that's hot.

But the two of us together, isn't that a paradox?

- Shouldn't the universe explode? - Excellent question.

- Apparently not. - Excellent answer.

- But... why? - 'Cause Einstein's a jerk.

How am I supposed to know?

If it helps, you can call me by my code name ...

- Nightfall. - Nightfall? That's super lame.

- Did I come up with that? - No. He did.

Quinns, Quinns, stop fighting with yourselves.

Gotta say, Gary, I missed your wit.

Wit?! He took Little Cato on a stupid suicide mission!

What's wrong with you?! You're a danger to all of us.

Don't disagree. My best friend's dead.

I almost got his son killed.

Now that my prison sentence is up,

maybe it's a good time for me and Mooncake to move on.

- A great time. - All right then. Peace out.

Just gonna get my keys.

Where the crap are my keys?

Oh, oh, oh. That... That's a few coins.

Oh, yeah. I-I don't have keys.

Okay, well... peace out again.

Quinn, Gary can't leave.