Futurama

One, two! One, two, three!

I've never seen a supernova blow up.

But if it's anything like my old Chevy Nova,

it'll light up the night sky.Yeah!

Anyone who misses this will regret it the rest of his life.

Hey, Fry, could you go make some popcorn?Okay.

Let's go, microwave. I'm in a hurry here. Hmm?

Hey. What smells like blue?

- Fry, get up here! It's starting! - Focus!

Hey, which crazy thing happening are you guys screaming about?

Ooh! My popcorn's done.

Aw. It's less popped than ever.

I don't know what happened, but we've taken on a lot of clocks.

Let's get back home.

Why is there so little traffic around Earth?

And what's this layer of ozone?

That's never been there before.

Hmm?

Such noises!Oh, no!

There's no global positioning signal. Navigation is failing!

- We're gonna crash! - Not if I can help it.

Oh. I guess I can't.

Everyone, put on your seat belts.

Ah, those things cost more lives than they save.

Bender, are you okay?I don't know. I'll try to move my feet.

All right, here's the plan.

Zoidberg, pick up the pieces. Everyone else, take five.

And Zoidberg picks up another piece!

The crowd goes wild!

What is?

General, in all my years of coverin' top secret discoveries with sheets,

I've never dramatically revealed anything as shocking as this.

The debris from an alien spaceship.

Son, I think I can safely say--

As you can see, 1947 is going to be...

an eventful year for the town of...

Roswell, New Mexico.

Remarkable!

According to the high-precision digital chronograph...

it's July 9, 1947,

which would explain why the chronograph has turned into...

this pinup calendar. Wait a second.

You mean we traveled through time?

Doy! Some idiot must have put metal in the microwave.

Yo.And the microwave radiation...

combined with the gravitons and graviolis from the supernova,

blasted us through time itself.

Have you seen today's news?

"High School Gym Renovations On Schedule"?

What a load!No. Over here.

"Flying Saucer Captured."

That's no flying saucer.

That's my ass! My God!

This means the flying saucer that crashed in Roswell... was us!

And the alien they captured was-- was--

- Hello. - Ewww!

So what are you guys doing tonight? I'm up for whatever.

Yes. We tore the universe a new space-hole all right, but it's clenching shut fast.

Our only hope to get back to our own time...

is to go back through it within, oh, say...

exactly 24 hours.

No problem.

The ship's fixed except for the cup holder,

and I should have that operational within 10 hours.

You've got eight. But a more urgent concern is the microwave.

Without a working one, we have no hope of returning to the future.

Well, I'm sure we can buy a microwave somewhere around here.

Meanwhile, you guys sneak onto the army base and rescue Bender's body.

Hey, and while we're on the base, I'll visit my Grandfather Enos.

He was stationed at Roswell.Your grandfather?

Stay away from him, you dimwitted monkey!

You mustn't interfere with the past.

Don't do anything that affects anything...

unless it turns out you were supposed to do it,

in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it!

- Got it. - If, for example, you were to kill your grandfather,

you'd cease to exist.

But existing is basically all I do!

What is your purpose here?Huh?

All right, Officer. I'll move along.

What the general means is why did you come to Earth?

Not a day goes by I don't ask myself the same question.

Enos!

Private, I want that toilet bowl so clean, I could eat off it!

'Cause I intend to!Well, gadzooks, Sarge.

It's him! It's my Grandfather Enos!

Now prepare my lunch and place it in the latrine at 1200 hours!

That jeep's gonna hit him, and I won't exist anymore!

Hey!

Are you crazy? You almost got yourself run over.

I did? Then I sure am lucky you knocked me...

onto this pile of rusty bayonets.

Psst! Fry, stop interfering with history!

I don't want to have to memorize a lot of new kings when I get back.

I had no choice. I was about to not exist.

I could feel myself fading away, like Greg Kinnear.

Well, thanks, soldier. I'm off to make Sarge's lunch.

Handlin' raw chicken? Best part of the job.

Mmm! Finger-lickin' good.

That's it! This place is too dangerous. We gotta get you out of here.

Everything's gonna be all right, Dad.

Well, gadzooks! I'd better ask Sarge.

No time! Run! Run to safety!

This experiment will determine what food, if any,

the alien eats.

A buffet! Oh, if only I had my wallet with me.

Um, it's free.

Get me the president.

Fry's from around this time. I'll talk like him.

Yo, homes! We're looking for a microwave oven.

Microwave? Never heard of that brand, sweetheart.

What you want is the deluxe gas princess.

This beauty has four broilers, a casserole indicator,

a fold-out ironing board, and down here a foot-soaking tub...

since, as a woman, you'll be standing in front of it all day.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Now, I'll "ax" you again. Where can we find a microwave?

Sir, your wife's hysterical, so I'll address this to you.

This oven is lightning fast. It takes only five hours to cook a roast.

Ooh! That's good news.

You know, you really don't cook enough roasts, Leela.

Ohh. Women!

Oh! Thank God I got you off that dangerous army base.

You sure are the helpful type, stranger.

Say, you got anything to eat in that there lunch box?

What-- Ooh. Snacks.

Hey, that's my brain!

Man. Them crackers cut my mouth up somethin' bad.

Let's stop off for a malt.

See that waitress there?Yowzah! I know what I want for dessert.

That's my fiancée, Mildred.

Grandma Mildred? Uh, no dessert. Just coffee.

Okeydoke. And for you, snuggums?

Uh, I'll have a pie with a fried egg on top.

Yeah, she sure is pretty. You ought to marry her and father some children right away.

Yeah, folks say that. But did you ever get the feeling...

you're only goin' with girls 'cause you're supposed to?

What?

Don't ever, ever say or think that again!

Please, just concentrate on staying alive.

Fire! Look out!

You almost got neutered.

Well, 'taint as bad as gettin' killed.

For me it is! I'm getting you out of here.

Ow!