Bit: MIND CONTROL FIGHTING
Episode: 807- TERROR FROM THE YEAR 5000
Mike: Hey, those
brain guys are calling...
(On the observers' planet)
you whose bodies are the leaves of your lesser being.
(Pearl & Bobo are in the background, seated at a table.)
2nd Observer: Where we we? Uh, yes, fleshy ones, it has come to our attention
that you have reached the apex
(Pearl walks up to the observers, Bobo follows)
Pearl: Hi, are
you my waiter? Good, because there's not enough Parmesan on my clams casino and my
nutritionist specifically said that I should should have plenty.
(Observer puts his hand up to silence her)
Observer: That's it, we've had it. You are no longer needed in your coporeal
3rd Observer: You are to be dissected and displayed in our museum.
Pearl: The hell?!
2nd Observer: But first, you will obey our command.
(Observers send psychic messages to Pearl & Bobo)
What?...Me...fight Bobo to the...death?! I will do no such...
(Observers pour on the command harder)
2nd Observer: You shall use the traditional weapons of our land. You, (hands
to Pearl) the deadly double bladed karanku. You, ape, the sea snail.
Bobo (taking it,
2nd Observer: And now, losers in the sky, you too shall obey our psychic command!
(They send messages to the SOL)
Mike:: Huh? I-I'm
not getting anything...Are you getting..?
Crow: No, not
2nd Observer: Oh, well, er...
3rd Observer: Let me help you, Observer. (they both send the message)
Observer: Tell you what, why don't I... (he blinks and vanishes)
(Observer appears on the satellite)
Observer: ...just come up here?
M&TB (startled): DAAAH!!
Observer: There, that'll do the trick, I think.
(Observer tries to send Mike & the bots the psychic command)
I can't...I'm not getting it.
Tom: Wait, wait.
I'm getting something. Eye...eye...sounds like "ight." Write him?
Crow: Ignite him?
Tom: Knight him?
him? Glite him?
Mike: Sight? Sight
Is it Vegamite?
Observer: Oh, for the love of...(picks up Crow's hand and begins to tap Mike
lightly with it.)
doin'? Touch him? Touch him very wimpy like...?
Tom: Fight! It's
Mike: Hey, good
job! 'Cause normally we don't fight and we wouldn't know when...GET 'IM!!!!
(Mike and Crow pull the Observer down behind the desk)
Tom: Come here,
Crow: Ya pasty
(The two observers look on in horror. Meanwhile Pearl has beaten Bobo)
who's next? Pearl Forrester has got it going on!
Alright, Nelseriffic, your movie today is "Terror from the Year 5000."
(Points to Observer's shirt) Uh oh, you got a little something. Boop! HA HA!! For
fun. (Bobo starts to get up and the Observers give Pearl the command to fight)
(M&TB continue to beat Observer)
Crow: Hold still,
(Movie sign lights and klaxons go off. Mike looks up)
Mike: Ohhhh, we
got MOVIE SIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cut)