Futurama

On the count of three, you will awaken feeling refreshed, as if

Futurama had never been cancelled by idiots, then brought back by bigger idiots.

One,

two

Professor, my fry-fro is all frizzy.

- Okay. - Well, that's all.

Oh also, I'm covered with severe burns.

So? What of it?

Well... Why is... those things?

You mean you don't remember?

Nope. Nothing. It's like I passed out in college,

except no one drew magic-marker penises on my forehead.

Well, I suppose it's for the best.

Considering the unbearable horrors you've endured.

Let's never speak of it again.

It all began a few days ago.

We were interstellar fugitives on the run from the law.

Fire all weapons and open a hailing frequency for my victory yodle.

And so, as you and Leela kissed goodbye in a tender display of tonguesmanship,

we plunged into a massive wormhole.

Never to be seen again.

Yeah, we're back.

Sweet coincidence of Port-au-Prince, we're back at Earth!

Of course! That was the Panama wormhole!

Earth's central channel for shipping!

- How humorous. - Yes, it's sort of a Comedy Central Channel.

And we're on it now!

I get it!

We've lost power to the forward gameboy. Mario not responding!

Brace for emergency landing.

Roger that. Activate safety-spheres!

Also mine has airconditioning.

Yet thanks to my trusty safety-sphere, I sublibed with only trivial braindabglid.

- And the others? - Right here behind this horrorcloth.

- Are they dead? - No, no, no, no. Much worse.

Move over God! Prepare for rebirth.

Wrong switch.

Come on stem cells, work your astounding scientific nonsense.

Fetal stem cells? Aren't those controversial?

In your time yes, but nowadays

shut up.

Besides, these are adult stem cells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults

whom I killed for their stem cells.

Hermes Conrad!

O' man, I'm dripping with placenta. Good thing it's casual Friday.

Amy Wong!

- Ooh, baby soft! - Indeed.

Dr. Zoidberg!

Hermes, my friend! Let me cut off your umbilical cord.

And the rest!

Hooray! We're back in bussiness.

Over my dead body.

Eh, nevermind.

Bender, are the stem cells working?

- I'm dying. I need mouth-to-ass resuscitation. - I'm on it!

It's not working!

I die happy knowing you fell for that.

His power supply is shut. He's flatlining!

Only one thing can keep him alive.

Possibly this thing.

Whoo! I've never felt so energetic.

That's because the doomsday device I showed all up in you puts out 15 gigawatts.

- That's ten times your recommended... - Who are you, my warranty?

For God sakes Bender, keep dancing! Keep whooping it up!

You must burn off the doomsday energy as fast as it's produced,

or it will build to critical levels!

- You don't mean - Oh but I do.

If you stop partying for a single second, you'll explode and kill everyone here

in a fireball melted gears and splattered bones!

Sounds like a party, baby! Oh yeah!

Hey, speaking of splattered bowels, can I cook you a romantic dinner tonight, Leela?

Where's Leela?

Is she ok? Why hasn't she acknowledged my dinner offer?

Something's wrong! She's not responding to my poking stick!

- Poke harder, dammit! - I'm poking as hard as I can!

I'm sorry Fry, but I'm afraid Leela is in an irreversible coma.

My soulmate is gone. Why should I go on living?

Because the pain slowly fades,

but the love is forever.

But what if I forget the sweet sound of her voice,

or the moist touch of her eyeball on my lips?

Are you still hung-up on whatshername? Move on already!

- Maybe you're right. - Maybe I'm always right.

Build-a-bot workshop.

It's time to start living again.

At least it's something to distract me from Leela.

Nah

Now that I like for some reason.

- I like jelly beans. Do you? - I sure do honey.

Come now Fry, you can't live out this sick fantasy.

Not without our help.

These security tapes record everything at planet express.

Including the ship, shower and urinals.

At yet it still hasn't stop the illusive bathroom burglar.

Maybe he's just trying to feed his family

computer, analyze tapes and and extract personality profile of one Turanga Leela.

Analyzing... Analyzing.. Checking my e-bay bid...

Dammit. Analysis complete.

Hey, I was nuzling that.

Attributes transferred. Shoesize 12. Etc.

Brace for an emergency landing! What? We survived the crash?

Oh Fry!

Party people in the house say...

This is wonderful. The last thing I remember I was dying in an explosion.

Yet here I am in the flesh, more alive than ever.

Alive?

- You better tell her, Fry. - Tell me what?

Anyway, my work is done. I'm gonna hit the showers.

Nibbler. Come give mama a hug.

What the.. Bad Nibbler, bad Nibbler!

What're you doing, pooperdoodle? It's me, Leela!

Am I really just a robot? I mean, I have Leela's memories,

her opinion of gazelles - majestic. Her emotions - confused and hurt.

I swear, I didn't know this would happen. The only thing I truly know is

I love you.

I mean her. Wait, help me out here.

Do the Bender, do the Bender.