The Why of Fry
DeIivery boy PhiIip J. Fry, reporting for duty.
Dr. Zoidberg, soaking in brine.
Ah. . . .
What is the meaning of this? We've got a deIivery. Let's move!
Amy, mission profiIe.
Interesting. Interesting.
-Dr. Zoidberg, mission bag? -Packed and ready, sir.
What's this? This is the same toy surprise I got Iast time.
I can't work under these conditions. And without me, there is no mission.
-I am the mission. -We're back from the mission.
What? You went without me?
You were Iooking up curse words in the dictionary.
-It seemed Iike a better use of your time. -But I'm the deIivery boy.
-Don't worry, everything went fine. -Better than usuaI.
We got medaIs.
Good work, team. We reaIIy puIIed together on this one.
Whoo-hoo!
They got medaIs.
I'm reaI sorry I missed the mission.
-You might have needed me. -Nope.
-But if I'd been there, I-- -Nope!
-Look-- -Nope.
-Bender's great. -Nope.
LeeIa, Iet me make it up by taking you out for dinner tonight.
-Nope, I've got a date with Chaz. -Chaz?
I met him at that charity cockfight Iast week. He's the mayor's aide.
-Oh, you go, mutant girI. -Oh.
-I do go. He's a very important man. -So? I'm just as important as him.
It's just that the kind of importance I have, it doesn't matter if I don't do it.
[PURRING ]
Oh, I'm nobody.
There are guys in the background of ''Mary Worth'' comics. . .
. . .who are more important than me.
Buck up, meat Ioaf. Bender wiII take you out and cheer you up.
What do you want to do? And I mean anything. You have the power.
Name it and I'm there. You the man.
-WeII, okay. Let's go bowIing. -Nah.
TabIe for two? Step right this way.
I'm afraid we don't have a reservation, but as you can see. . .
. . .I'm the mayor's aide. TabIe for two, pIease.
Okay, then.
-Hey! -It's okay, my man. . .
. . .I got you covered on your neXt heaIth inspection.
Oh, I reaIIy appreciate that, Mr. Mayor's Aide. Here you go.
CompIiments of the house.
Wow! Free bread at a restaurant! Is there anything you can't do?
-I can't faiI the mayor. Not ever. -Oh.
[BELL RINGS]
-Oh, jeez, I better not Iet LeeIa see me. -Hey, I hear Fry.
-Boy, am I gIad you're here. -You are?
Things aren't working out with what's-his-name?
ActuaIIy, they are.
ConfidentiaIIy, I might not make it back to my apartment tonight.
-CouId you waIk NibbIer for me? -Ah. . . .
And bring a baggie, in case he drops a steamer. Have a great night.
[MUMBLING ]
Oh, no. PIease, no!
Perfect.
[GROANING ]
[SIREN WAILING ]
Whoa. SmeIIs Iike a 289 in progress.
FaiIure to scoop. Oh, yeah.
Wait, I'm trying. It weighs as much as 1 000 suns.
Don't worry. I'II puII some strings, see if I can't get you tried as a juveniIe.
Oh, Chaz.
[SIGHS]
I'm as worthIess as this trashcan.
You think I'm as worthIess as you?
Try catching garbage in your head and raising siX kids, you dumb townie.
Oh, NibbIer, at Ieast I'm important to you. . .
. . .even if it's onIy because I cIean up your poop.
The poop eradication is but one aspect of your importance.
[SCREAMS]
-Did you just taIk? -Indeed. . .
. . .and I have other amazing powers as weII.
Like what?
-Are you my mommy? -Negative.
[GROANING ]
-WeIcome, Lord NibbIer. -WeIcome acknowIedged.
I bring with me The Mighty One.
Uh?
At Iast, our centuries upon centuries of waiting have achieved fruition.
Aren't you a fuzzy IittIe guy?
[PURRING ]
Stop that! PIease, Your Mightiness.
''Mightiness''? Are you off your nut? I got kidnapped by a bunch of guinea pigs.
[GIBBERING ]
-Does he not know? -He does not know.
-He knows not? -Knows not does he.
-Not he knows? -Enough!
Fry, it is my duty to inform you that the fate of humanity. . .
. . .the fate of our race, indeed, the fate of aII that eXists. . .
. . .and ever wiII eXist, rests with you.
You are the singIe most important person in the universe.
Oh, snap.
On this auspicious occasion, Iet the horn of eternity cut a thunderous bIast.
[MUFFLED BLOWING ]
The Feast of a Thousand Beasts is begun.
[BURPING ]
-You gonna eat that? -Maybe Iater.
The time has come to discuss matters of the gravest importance.
Fry, do you remember some months ago. . .
. . .when Earth was attacked by FIying Brains?
I remember the dancing stomachs. That might've been a MyIanta commerciaI.
Wait, the Brains! I do remember. . .
. . .but no one eIse does. They said I was crazy.
You remember because you were. . .
. . .the onIy one immune to the Brains' mentaI attack.
Because I'm so smart?
[CHUCKLING ]
Oh, my.
Anyway, your immunity is due to the fact that you Iack the deIta brain wave.
It's a genetic abnormaIity, which resuIted when you went back in time. . .
. . .and performed certain actions which made you your own grandfather.
I did do the nasty in the past-y.
VeriIy, and that past nastification is what shieIds you from the Brains.
You are the Iast hope of the universe.
So I reaIIy am important? How I feeI when I'm drunk is correct?
Yes, eXcept the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.
For a thousand years, the eviI Brains have been constructing. . .
. . .the Info-Sphere, a giant memory bank. . .
. . .twice the size of three ordinary memory banks.
-What's eviI about that? -They pIan to coIIect. . .
. . .aII the information in the universe and store it within the sphere.
-They're trying to Iearn things? -Right.
-Those bastards! -Being brains, they feeI compeIIed. . .
. . .to know everything, and soon they wiII.
-I'm as mad as I've ever been. -Once their task is compIete. . .
. . .they wiII ensure that no new information arises. . .
. . .in the onIy way possibIe. By destroying the universe.
Now it's personaI.
Your mission is to infiItrate the Info-Sphere. . .
. . .and pIant this quantum interface bomb. . .
. . .bIasting them into an aIternate universe from which there is no return.
Then outrun the bIast on this Scooty-Puff Junior.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
Okay, Iet's go through this once more from the--
[YELLS]
-Brains! -Fear not, Mighty one.
Your missing brain wave makes you invisible to them.
-So long as you avoid intense thinking. -Sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention.
-That is most wise. -Who?
In a few seconds, the Brains will finish scanning...
... the last bits of information in the universe.
COMPUTER: Beavers mate for life. Eleven greater than four.
For quality carpets, visit Caplan 's Carpet Warehouse.
Now the Info-Sphere will open its protective crust...
...so as to scan itself, completing its thousand-year task.
This is your one chance to enter the sphere. Scoot. Scoot now!
[GRUNTING ]
I'm at the input consoIe.
I'm nervous, and I've got brain in my butt crack.
Roger.
once you press the detonator, you will have 60 seconds for an exciting escape.
Hey, wait. This Brain knows about everything, right?
It will soon. That's why you're supposed to be setting off a bomb.
I can't pass up a chance to Iearn the answers. . .
. . .to the greatest questions of aII time.
Is it true that postage-stamp gIue is made of--?
MASTER BRAIN: Correct, toad mucus.
[TOAD CROAKS]
There's no time for this. Activate the bomb.
Wait, wait, wait. What reaIIy kiIIed the dinosaurs?
MASTER BRAIN: Me!
CoMPU TER: Unauthorized data access.
Uh-oh.
Detecting trace amounts of mentaI activity.
PossibIy a dead weaseI or a cartoon viewer.
Ew! Gross, cut it out.
Odd, he is immune to our psionic attack.
ImpossibIe. We're an ambitious young squad with everything to prove.
It appears we are in the presence of the fabIed one. . .
. . .but without his Scooty-Puff Junior, he cannot escape.
[BRAIN CHUCKLING ]
A quantum interface bomb? Are you insane in the membrane?
You got it, PoindeXter.
Oh, not good.
COMPUTER: Detonation in T-minus 60 Earth seconds.
[BEEPING ]
You fooI! You wiII be transported to the other universe with us.
Trapped there for aII eternity.
We'II form a tight cIique that you won't be part of.
WeII, at Ieast I did one important thing with my Iife. . .
. . .Ieading good to victory over eviI.
-Yeah! -Exactly!
The NibbIonians? Good? Ha.
During your Iast moments in this universe, perhaps you shouId query. . .
. . .our database concerning the night of December 31 , 1 999.
-The day I got frozen? What about it? -No.
Don 't ask about that. It would be boring.
-Forget it, then. -Query!
Okay.
What happened to me, PhiIip J. Fry, on the night of December 31 , 1 999?
CIarification request. Are you the PhiIip J. Fry from Earth. . .
. . .or the PhiIip J. Fry from Hovering Squid WorId 97 A?
Earth, you fat idiot. Hurry up.
Hello? Pizza delivery for...
... ''I. C. Wiener''? oh, crud.
Uh, I can't beIieve how fat I Iook.
Oh, NibbIer's there. Wait. What?!
[SCREAMS]
FRY: What the--?
I-- I don't understand. You made me go in the freezer tube?
COMPUTER: Detonation in T-minus 1 5 seconds.
You IittIe runts froze me. You took away my Iife.
-We can explain. -No, you can't. Shut your adorabIe trap.
We had no choice. You were the onIy one who couId heIp us.
What is one Iife weighed against the entire universe?
But it was my Iife.
Detonation in two, one--
Will the owner of a white Pontiac Firebird--? oh, never mind, zero!
WeII, here we are, trapped for eternity.
-We couId sing ''American Pie. '' -Go ahead, I deserve it.
I wish those stupid raccoons had never brought me to the future.
I have shocking data reIevant to this conversation.
We don't care, you dope.
We're in another universe. You're not in charge.
It is possibIe for the PhiIip Fry to resume his Iife on December 31 , 1 999.
ReaIIy? I can go back in time?
MASTER BRAIN: There is a neXus point. . .
. . .at the space-time where you entered the cryogenic tube.
You, and onIy you, can return there.
Interesting. You couId stop the NibbIonian. . .
. . .from pushing you into the cryogenic tube.
That is interesting. Why?
It wiII be as if you never came to the future.
You wiII have your Iife back, and we wiII succeed. . .
. . .in our pIan to understand and destroy the universe.
-Everybody wins. BRAIN: The human returns to the past!
NARRATOR: Meanwhile....
I Iove rocket skating, but the wait is aIways so Iong.
Poor Fry once stood in Iine siX hours just to get me a ticket.
SiX hours? Sounds Iike a reaI nobody. . .
. . .but now it's time for somebody and some chick he's with to go skating.
-You reserved the whoIe rink? -Yep, buzzed ahead. . .
. . .Iet them know whose aide was coming by. The mayor's, that's whose.
Oh, Chaz!
Mr. VogeI, I thought we was going skating.
No, we're not important enough.
Everybody just hoId hands untiI the bus driver comes back from his haircut.
-Oh, Iet's Iet those kids skate with us. -What? SeriousIy?
-I'm trying to impress you with my cIout. -I know, and it's working.
But think how much skating wouId mean to those kids.
We came here instead of eating today.
This might be their onIy chance to skate here their whoIe Iives.
-Who are we to say they can't? -The mayor's aide and his badge.
Beat it, kids! Come back when you got connections.
AII right, IittIe ones. . .
. . .back to the orphanarium. You can sIide around the gym in your socks.
What socks?
So am I gonna get Iucky tonight, or what?
[MUMBLING ]
I hope your caIcuIations are correct.
Our caIcuIations are aIways correct, for we are gigantic brains.
Initiate space-time transfer.
I hereby pIace an order for one cheese pizza.
MAN: one pie, nothing good on it. Name?
I-period-C-period Wiener.
Talk a little louder. It sounds like you got some kind of tiny head on you.
[DOOR OPENS]
HeIIo? Pizza deIivery for. . .
. . . ''I.C. Wiener''? Oh, crud.
Gotcha!
-I don't understand. -Yes, you do.
You came back in time to knock me into that freezer. . .
. . .and now I came back to stop you.
I did not come back in time. My peopIe Iack that abiIity.
But I know you in the future. I cIeaned your poop.
Quite possibIe. We Iive Iong and are ceIebrated poopers.
You wiII meet me when I'm 1 000 years oIder.
Not if you don't freeze me.
PIease, our sages foresee that in 1 000 years. . .
. . .for one moment, the fate of the universe wiII depend on you.
Since you wiII not Iive that Iong, I must freeze you now.
-WeII, why couIdn't you just ask me? -We were afraid you wouId refuse.
Of course not, I Iove the future.
Then why are you choking me right now?
Because I don't Iike being used.
WeII, now it's your choice. Is there nothing in the future worth saving?
Hmm. LeeIa, but she doesn't think much of me.
Oh, she must be The Other.
What?
You must not give up on her.
I am stationed on a distant worId known as Virgon SiX. . .
. . .but if you return to the future, I wiII transfer to Earth. . .
. . .to give you what heIp I can.
ALL: Ten, nine, eight, seven. . . . -You think I had a chance with LeeIa?
You must choose. The present or the future?
To save yourseIf or save LeeIa.
ALL: One!
Yes! Here I come, future. Oh, no, wait!
I'm gonna get trapped in the Info-Sphere again.
Just remember that Scooty-Puff Junior sucks!
In 1 000 years, I'II get right on it.
NARRATOR: And so 1 000 years later, Fry once again...
...infiltrated the Info-Sphere and set off his amazing bomb.
only this time....
Thank you for saving the universe, Fry.
-Here. -Oh, thanks.
If you ever need a savior again, just ask.
Oh, we wiII. We wiII.
I can't wait to teII everyone what happened.
Yes. IncidentaIIy, I need to remain undercover. . .
. . .so I'm bIanking your memory.
Did everything just taste purpIe for a second?
Oh, weII, Iet's go home, you dumb poop machine.
[GIBBERING ]
-Bender, wouId you do the honors? -With gusto.
Hey, LeeIa. I guess I got this for you.
Oh, thank you.
You know what? I don't care if you're not. . .
. . .the most important person in the universe.
It reaIIy makes me happy to see you right now.
Then I am the most important person in the universe.
FRY: Yes!
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