DALE BESIDE HIMSELF (Ruslan, SVZ) http://www.cdrr.ru
Egad, DTZ. Erkburgles again?
That junk food is going to stunt your growth.
This planet's a great place for a vacation,
but I'll be glad to get back to Fleeblebrox.
Come on, transform. We don't have all day.
I don't wanna go back.
I like it here. I'm staying.
You're going.
I'm staying!
You're going!
I'm staying!
You're going!
I'm staying!
I can't understand it, mates.
I had enough nuts to make a cartload
of me Walnut Wallaroo Cookies.
Hey, you fathead! I'm watching that.
Not any more. Did you eat Monterey Jack's walnuts?
Uh... Uh-uh.
Well, then, who did?
It was space aliens. Big ugly Martians.
My cookies are famous, but I don't think they're intergalactic.
Ridiculous! You watch too much TV.
Now get out there and get us some more walnuts.
Wha...?
Wow!
The Great Eskimo Chief MightyMuckLuck
taught me this recipe
whilst I was hitchhiking through the southern Arctic,
in the middle of a snowstorm.
Are there a lot of walnut trees in the Arctic?
Oh, of course not, Gadget, love.
They use walrus nail clippings instead.
I gotta get a bigger hammer.
That earthling's trying to kill me!
Wow! It looks like a spaceship.
Yikes!
Oof!
My erkburgles!
Wow-Wow!
A for-real space alien!
I got ya now!
Hiya, Mr. Space Alien. Yikes!
Hey, let go. Let go!
Wow! Just like in the movies.
Are you gonna take over our planet?
Are you? Huh? Are you? Are you?
Gee, no. I just wanna stay here and have fun.
Hey! Maybe you could be a rescue ranger.
What's a rescue ranger?
Why, that's me.
Neato!
Whoa!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Golly, you look just like me.
Hey, Dale! Where are those walnuts?
Uh-oh. You better hide your ship.
No problem.
Monterey Jack's ready for the walnuts to add to his cookies.
Um... What walnuts?
Oh...
Hey! He thought you were me.
And two Dales gotta be better than one!
Now, all you have to do is pick 'em and toss 'em down to me.
I have a better idea. Watch this.
Neat, huh?
Yeah. But how are we gonna get these walnuts home?
Easy.
Hyah! Hyah!
It's a shame we couldn't finish making your famous Walnut Wallaroos, Monty.
Too right!
But a Wallaroo without its walnuts
is like a mouse without his cheese.
I'll just have to find us something else to cook up.
Uh, golly, Monty, we don't want you to go to any more trouble.
If Dale weren't so lazy,
we'd have plenty of walnuts by now.
I hope that's enough! Well, see you.
I got some more work to do.
I can't believe it!
Sloppy old Dale cleaning without being yelled at?
Huh?
Hey, Chip, my lad.
Gadget needs us to give her a hand with some heavy equipment.
But... but Dale was just...
But the ranger plane...
And Dale, he was just...
Yeah, he sure did a bonzer job on it.
Looks better than new.
Come on, now. Don't want to keep Gadget waiting.
A blinder of a job this is, Gadget.
How's about we take five?
Sure, guys. Just put it...
...anywhere.
Ah. Ah!
Dale, where's my typewriter?
In your workshop.
How'd you do that?
Aw, it was a snap.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Whoa!
DTZ!
This is Bric and Brac
calling from the moter ship.
Our sensors are oning in on you.
It's only a matter of time before we find you
and make you come home.
So there.
Oh, no! I have to hide.
Hey, pallies, how about a few more Walnut Wallaroos?
Come on, now. You gotta eat 'em.
We've got 30 dozen more.
Gosh! Dale sure did a super job cleaning this room, didn't he?
Right you are, Gadget.
Looks like we got ourselves a new and improved Dale.
Well, I just hope the new Dale stays,
and the old Dale never, never comes back.
Then, after you finish washing my shirts, you get to do my dishes.
Grrreat! But first, how would you like to take a little spin?
Wow! You mean it? I get to fly it?
She's all yours.
Hot doggies!
Neato! Just like in the movie,
"Flying Rutabagas From The Planet..."
Yahoo!
What was that?
Out with the old Dale, and in with the new.
Rats! He's got my erkburgles.
Wowee zowie! I'm a real spaceman.
Pleased to see you've come to your senses.
We knew you'd get bored it that planet.
We prepare for your arrival.
Gosh! They even knew I was coming.
Hey!
DTZ! Quit fooling around and report to the control room.
Destination, please.
Hey, neat!
Uh, control room, I guess.
Thank you.
A-ah! Whoa! A-a-a-ah!
Finally.
Uh, take me to your leader, spaceman.
Really!
Better can the hokey Earth humor, DTZ.
Brac is in one of his moods.
I just want to get home to Fleeblebrox!
DTZ, transform out of that ridiculous shape
and let's get going.
Right, DTZ. Set course for Umchuk-Five.
What?
I promised the wife I'd pick up a few things at the market on the way home.
My proto-unit said there'd be days like this.
Aw, come on, Brac.
It won't take more than a couple of megaseconds.
Gosh! This is better than the movies.
Golly, Dale,
it's incredibly helpful of you to help with the ranger plane.
I never knew you had an interest in thrust coefficients.
Just trying to be useful around here.
Well, that ought to do it.
Just flip that switch.
Golly, this is exciting!
Let me know if you need any more help.
Golly. Again.
You know what this is going to do to our insurance rates, don't you?
Where's DTZ now?
I sent the little glork-brain to his room.
Golly, what good are buttons in the spaceship if they don't let you push 'em?
Hey! Now, this is more like it.
I wonder what this does?
This is the artificial gravity control.
Thanks!
Gravity is now 12 times Fleeblebrox standard.
If DTZ is behind this...
Oh, boy, oh, boy!
Artificial gravity has now been terminated.
Whoa!
Uh... Beam me up, Scotty.
He's still in that alien form.
This is very strange.
Even for DTZ.
We have to get him back to his Fleeblebroxian self.
Perhaps we could cook something up?
Of course.
Say, DTZ? Feel like having a snack?
Here you go, DTZ.
The best snack in the universe.
Erkburgles!
Bleah!
Are you guys crazy or something?
Don't you have any hot dogs?
It's terrible.
He's becoming a... an earthling.
We must rush him back to Fleeblebrox for treatment.
Yes, we must.
I'm sorry it has to come to this, DTZ.
But we have to freeze you before you get worse.
Hey, hey, cut it out! You got the wrong guy!
It's for your own good, DTZ!
We'll cure you of being an earthling.
This'll help Dale relax.
Right. The lad's lost his sense of fun.
Gee whillikers!
First you guys want him to change,
and then you're not happy when he does.
On the other hand, he sure has been acting weird.
Hey, Dale, look. There's a science fiction movie on.
Yeah, looks like a real ripper. Come join us.
But I was just going outside to dust the leaves.
Golly, we don't want you to overwork.
Come sit by me.
Okey-doke. I just want to be helpful.
I should just leave you in the frozen-food section on Umchuk-Five.
Space-pod room.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I sure hope this works.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I love comedies!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I'll go make some popcorn. Ha ha ha... Huh?
Aliens!
A-a-a-ah!
We're being attacked by aliens. They can take our shapes.
Now, that sounds like the old Dale to me.
Calm down, Dale. It's only a movie.
Aliens!
I'll teach you to take my place.
Hey, cut it out!
Break it up, boys.
Uh-oh. We got a problem here.
Crikey! Which one's the alien?
He is!
Am not! Are too!
Am not!
Are too, are too, are too!
Why, you...
You were supposed to thaw me, not cook me.
Shh! Not in front of the natives.
Strike me starkers! A real spaceship, with real aliens.
All right, DTZ.
We're due back on Fleeblebrox in just ten zazlinks.
We don't have time for games.
Go on, go home.
You go.
No, you!
Uh-uh, you!
No, you!
That will be quite enough!
Bric? The armament, please.
Uh-oh.
Golly! This looks awfully serious.
Show yourself immediately, DTZ,
or we will atomize this planet to tiny bits.
'Cause we know it's your favorite thing.
We're a mite partial to it, too.
Don't worry, Dale. They're bluffing.
Wait a minute.
You can't blow up this planet, or you'll blow up too.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
We're made of unstable molecules.
We like blowing up. Heh heh!
Maybe they're not bluffing.
Excellent, DTZ.
We knew you couldn't turn your back on Fleeblebrox.
You can drop the disguise now.
Now what?
What is that stuff?
Erkburgles!
Ugh. Disgusting, the way some people lose control.
You have tricked DTZ into revealing himself.
He'd never be happy here without his erkburgles.
Ah!
It's nice to have the old Dale back.
Right, pallie! Space aliens are downright boring next to you.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!