Futurama

- Good news, everyone! - What is it?

I... don't remember.

I-I'm not sure if it was even good,

or news!

And who's this "everyone"?

Dad, where are you?

You were supposed to pick me up from Chess Game Reenactors Club, remember?

I got checkmated really hard today.

Oh, uh, Cubert, I'm sorry,

it slipped my mind.

I'll be there as soon as I find my car keys and car.

Uh, excuse me,

but shouldn't we find out why the ceiling's dripping first?

- - Ah, yes!

This reminds me that I was going to take a bath.

In fact, it was this very bath.

- -

I'm worried about the Professor's memory.

I think it's getting wet.

Hello?

- -

Good news, everyone!

I'm afraid it's serious.

He's got Absentminded Scientist Syndrome,

A.S.S.

Oh, no!

So sad.

He's got the worst A.S.S. I've ever seen.

Cruel fate, thou hast stolen the only treasure I have left,

my precious memories!

Of what?

It's not like you were some kinda oversexed motorcycle racer.

I wasn't? Damn!

Aw, don't give up hope.

I think I heard about some research on memory loss.

- - Someone studying lab rats...

Really? Who?!

Let's see.

It was... Oh, boy.

"Professor Hubert Farnsworth."

Eh, who?

Oh, me! If I misremember incorrectly,

I had set up a research facility on Vivisectoid Alpha,

a small planetoid unknown to animal rights activists.

I was trying to show that rats confined to an annoyingly difficult maze

- would evolve enhanced brain chemistry. -

I would then extract their cerebral fluid

as a treatment for absentmindedness.

So, have they been in the maze long enough

for their brains to evolve?

Oh my, yes!

Rats reproduce like rodents on shore leave.

I'd say roughly a year would do it.

And how long has it been?

What day is it?

- Wednesday. - Huh.

Then it's been 100 years.

Come on, people, we have to hurry!

- We do? - I guess not.

We'll leave next Friday.

Approaching Vivisectoid Alpha.

That's weird.

The computer says the planetoid is here,

but there's nothing.

Computer? Don't listen to that hussy!

I'm great in the sack.

- -

Meteor storm!

"Please come, Zoidberg.

"It'll be fun," they said.

- Nobody said that. - I don't understand.

If there's no planet here, what did we land on?

I landed on my shiny, metal ass!

And it landed on me.

I'll try to take off again so we can see where we are.

Son of an Easter basket!

- - We blew a critical vacuum tube.

Unless we can find a replacement, we're stuck here

forever.

I hate you.

Huh, looks like we crash-landed

in a completely ordinary place for once.

Even that upside-down part looks ordinary.

What the shmell?

A ring-shaped world

shaped like a ring!

I shall call it "Wheel World."

Its rotation simulates gravity!

Really?

Let's see what happens if I throw this rock.

- - Ow!

That's what I thought would happen.

What God-like being could have built such a colossal hoop?

I stand humbled before the work of an intelligence far greater than mine.

- - Hi there!

Apologies for my reaction, but you're just so...

Ugh!

What are you?

We're travelers from another

Another area.

What, precisely, are you doing here

in the Forbidden Zone?

Uh, nothin'.

What are you doing in the Forbidden Zone?

M-Me?

I'm Dr. Vermius of Ratcliffe University.

It is here that I gather these relics

that predate rat civilization.

You wouldn't happen to know what this is, would you?

- -

Certainly not.

I've never seen anything like that.

Nice meeting you. We'll be on our way now.

No, stay!

I insist.

My colleagues will find you fascinating.

But Rathattan is a long journey,

and night is rotating.

We shall set off at sun turn.

I bid you goodnight.

These so-called relics are bits and pieces of my old lab equipment.

And a pair of my lecturing teeth!

I know it sounds insane,

but somehow, my rat brain experiment worked.

But how can that guy be a descendant of your dinky lab rats?

Well, that part's barely insane at all.

Greater brain power necessitated a larger body size.

Then Fatatouille over there must be a genius.

Your fat joke is correct.

A larger brain has larger caloric demands.

My joke was funnier than yours.

In any case, until we understand the situation,

we must keep secret the reason we came here.

You mean to suck out their brain juices? That reason?

- Shh! - Clam it, robot!

This way, this way.

We're crossing the boundary from the Forbidden Zone

to the Lightly Discouraged Zone.

Wow, these sunflowers are beautiful!

I find them tacky.

But they produce a seed with the most exquisite,

delicate flavor.

My word!

I see you've developed windmill technology!

Yes, the mill workers use it to generate wind.

Observe.

Ah, vermin! Run away!

- -

Your appearance seems to make my people uncomfortable,

so I advise you to wear these prosthetics

for the remainder of our journey.

Why do you think this'll help?

Why? Because they'll like you.

Now, come on.

We'll take the steamboat the rest of the way.

- -

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!