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♪♪
♪ Here's a nice normal girl in an ordinary world ♪
♪ Show us your fangs ♪
♪ Yay! Mona! ♪
♪ Life goes on, like it's weird ♪
♪ Soon it's everything you fear ♪
♪ Show us your fangs ♪
♪ Yay! Mona! ♪
♪ Grab your cat ♪
♪ Grab your cape ♪
♪ Boogeyman, there's no escape ♪
♪ Give a heebie-jeebie grin ♪
♪ Fight those nasties till you win ♪
♪ (Till you win) ♪
Ahhhhhhhhh!
♪ Check the mail, there's a ghoul ♪
♪ And a Mummy is loose at school ♪
♪ Show us your fangs ♪
♪ Yay! Mona! ♪
♪ Show us your fangs ♪
♪ Yay! Mona! ♪
♪ Show us your fangs ♪
♪ Yay! Mona! ♪
♪ Here's a nice normal girl ♪
♪ In an extraordinary world ♪
♪ Mona the vampire! ♪
(Shouting) Yay! Mona!
(DISTANT RUMBLING) MONA: HUH!
(LOUD CRASH)
WHAT WAS THAT?!
THIS BOULDER COULD'VE LANDED
RIGHT ON TOP OF US!
YOU'RE RIGHT.
BUT DON'T UPSET YOURSELF; YOU'LL GET ONE OF YOUR RASHES.
I WILL NOT GET A RASH!
COME BACK INSIDE.
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO TONIGHT.
WE'LL SORT IT OUT IN THE MORNING.
I AM THE CRUSHER!
FANG, MY VAMPIRE SENSES ARE TINGLING,
AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
MEOW!
I CALLED THE MAYOR'S OFFICE.
DID THEY SAY WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?
IT SEEMS THEY USED TOO MUCH DYNAMITE
DOWN AT THE ROCK QUARRY.
LUCKILY, NO ONE GOT HURT.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
MONA: I'LL GET IT.
GOOD MORNIN'.
I'M HERE TO REMOVE THE BOULDER FROM YOUR FRONT YARD.
DAD: I HOPE YOU PLAN TO FILL IN THE HOLE IN OUR LAWN.
OF COURSE.
AND YOU'RE ALL INVITED
TO THE QUARRY'S "GRANITE IS GOOD" OPEN HOUSE
THIS WEEKEND.
IT'S OUR WAY OF TELLING THE TOWN
WE'RE SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.
SINCE WHEN DOES A QUARRY HAVE AN OPEN HOUSE?
KIDS: (COUGHING)
LILY: I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW GRANITE CAN BE GOOD
IF IT CAUSES SO MUCH DUST.
ARE YOU KIDDING?
STONES, ROCKS, BOULDERS -
THEY'RE ALL SUPER COOL.
MONA: ARE YOU COMING, LILY?
NARRATOR: THIS IS THE LAST KNOWN PHOTOGRAPH
OF THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN,
THE FAMOUS DIGGING DYNAMO FROM THE 1950'S.
LEGEND HAS IT HE WORKED SO HARD IN THE HOT MIDDAY SUN
IT AFFECTED HIS BRAIN.
HE WAS ALMOST CRUSHED BY AN AVALANCHE
AND THOUGHT THE ROCKS WERE TRYING TO GET HIM.
HE LOST HIS NERVE AND RAN AWAY.
(QUIVERING) BEWARE!
THE GRANITE GOLIATH LIVES!
HIDE FROM HIS TERRIBLE POWER TO CRUSH!
RUN! RUN! HIDE FROM HIS-
(GASPS)
MONA: LOOK!
DOESN'T THAT BOULDER LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY OLD MAN?
GEE, YOU'RE RIGHT.
LILY: IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S READY TO BURST RIGHT OUT OF THE ROCK.
CHARLEY: COOL!
(RATTLING)
(CRUSHING)
(QUIVERING)
HE WHO CRUSHES WILL BE CRUSHED!
WOW! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT AND HEAR THAT WEIRD VOICE?
YEAH, I THINK I HEARD SOMETHING.
I HAD MY EARS COVERED. THIS MACHINE IS TOO NOISY.
THAT WAS THE GRANITE GOLIATH.
WHO'S THAT?
MONA: HE'S THE ROCK MONSTER
WHO TRIED TO CRUSH MY HOUSE THE OTHER NIGHT.
WATCH OUT!
(THUNDEROUS CRASH)
(LOUD CRASH)
FOREMAN: ARE YOU KIDS OKAY?
MONA: I THINK SO. LILY: SURE.
CHARLEY: WE'RE FINE.
THERE'S A LOT OF WEIRD STUFF GOING ON IN THIS QUARRY.
WE'LL NEED TO CHECK THINGS OUT FURTHER.
WELL, WHY DON'T YOU START WITH ME.
WANT TO ASK ME SOME QUESTIONS WHILE WE EAT ICE CREAM?
FOREMAN: SO HOW'S THE ICE CREAM?
MONA: MMM! GREAT!
BUT ACTUALLY, WE'RE INTERESTED IN LEARNING
MORE ABOUT THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN LEGEND.
OH, THAT.
HE WAS A GREAT WORKER BUT HE DROVE HIMSELF TOO HARD.
HE KINDA LOST IT.
THOUGHT ROCKS WERE ALIVE.
GOT SPOOKED AND STARTED TALKING TO 'EM.
HMM.
DID HE EVER TALK ABOUT THE GRANITE GOLIATH?
FOREMAN: GOLIATH ROCKS.
THAT'S WHAT WE QUARRYMEN CALL BIG HUGE BOULDERS
THAT ARE REAL HARD TO CRUSH.
REALLY?
SO WHERE'S THE SAFEST PLACE TO HIDE FROM A BIG GOLIATH ROCK?
HIDE?
IN THE WOODS, I RECKON.
SOMETIMES IT PAYS TO RUN AWAY FROM BIG ROCKS.
JUST LIKE YOU KIDS DID TODAY.
MONA: LET'S GO!
LILY: WHAT? CHARLEY: BUT OUR ICE CREAM!
MONA: THANKS FOR THE ICE CREAM AND THE INFORMATION.
I BET THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN IS IN THE WOODS.
WHAT'S HE DOING THERE?
LIKE THE FOREMAN SAID,
IT'S THE SAFEST PLACE TO HIDE
FROM THE GRANITE GOLIATH.
CHARLEY: BUT WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
THE GRANITE GOLIATH IS A PROBLEM?
MONA: CHARLEY, FIRST HE TRIED TO CRUSH MY HOUSE,
THEN HE TRIED TO CRUSH US.
HE KNOWS WE'RE ONTO HIM.
THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN
CAN HELP US DEAL WITH THE GRANITE GOLIATH.
(BIKES CLATTER ON THE GROUND)
WHAT WAS THAT?
IT'S THE GRANITE GOLIATH!
RUN!
KIDS: (PANTING)
(BOOMING FOOTSTEPS)
KIDS: (PANTING)
UNGH! OOF!
(GASPING FOR BREATH)
YOU'RE THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN, AREN'T YOU?
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
WE SAW YOUR PICTURE AT THE QUARRY EXHIBIT.
WE'RE HERE TO HELP YOU.
CHARLEY: WERE YOU RUNNING FROM THE GRANITE GOLIATH?
YES! ALL THE EXPLOSIONS HAVE WOKEN HIM UP!
HE'S PLANNING AN ALL OUT ASSAULT
ON THE TOWN.
THE TOWN?
WHAT FOR?
THE GRANITE GOLIATH BELIEVES THAT ALL ROCKS BELONG TO HIM
AND THAT HUMANS HAVE BEEN STEALING HIS PROPERTY.
BUT I THOUGHT ALL THE ROCKS
BELONGED TO THE QUARRY.
THAT'S NOT HOW HE SEES IT.
HE'S OUT TO GET REVENGE
FOR ALL THE ROCKS TAKEN FROM THE QUARRY.
(THRASHING IN THE TREES)
HE'S COMING CLOSER!
I HAVE TO PREPARE FOR BATTLE!
DON'T FOLLOW ME!
YOU'RE NO MATCH FOR THE GRANITE GOLIATH!
MONA: THAT GRANITE GOLIATH MUST BE DESTROYED
BEFORE ALL OUR HOUSES ARE CRUSHED.
BUT HOW WE'RE GONNA DO THAT?
DON'T WORRY,
MONA THE VAMPIRE IS ON THE CASE.
MEET ME AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW MORNING
IN FULL BATTLE GEAR.
(BIRDS TWITTER, CRICKETS CHIRP)
(METAL CLANGING)
CHARLEY: WHAT'S ALL THAT STUFF FOR?
REMEMBER ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS?
YEAH?
I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S PAPER OR SCISSORS THAT DEFEATS ROCK,
SO I ALSO BROUGHT ALONG THESE SHOVELS.
THEY'RE SHARP LIKE SCISSORS.
I THINK IT'S PAPER DEFEATS ROCK,
BUT HOW'S THAT GONNA WORK AGAINST THE GRANITE GOLIATH?
MONA: I DON'T KNOW YET,
BUT LET'S BRING EVERYTHING JUST IN CASE.
MONA: IT'S GOOD TODAY'S SUNDAY
SO WE CAN BATTLE THE GRANITE GOLIATH
WITHOUT ALL THOSE QUARRY WORKMEN IN THE WAY.
(FENCE RATTLING)
MONA: COME OUT!
LILY: SHOW YOURSELF!
CHARLEY: COME AND GET IT, GOLIATH!
(THUNDEROUS FOOTSTEPS)
GGGRRRR!
KIDS: (ALARMED GASPS)
HOW DARE YOU STAND IN MY WAY!
THESE ROCKS DON'T BELONG TO YOU.
IT'S TIME FOR HUMANS TO PAY FOR STEALING MY ROCKS!
KIDS: (FRIGHTENED SCREAMS)
GRANITE GOLIATH: FIRST, I CRUSH YOU,
THEN I CRUSH THE WHOLE TOWN!
PAPER COVERS ROCK!
MONA: NOW YOU WILL CRUSH NO MORE.
(LAUGHING)
BOTH: (STARTLED GASPS)
I, I GUESS HE NEVER PLAYED ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!
GRANITE GOLIATH: GRRRRRRR!
(BOOMING FOOTSTEPS)
AAHHHHHH!
OOF!
HELP!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
QUIVERING QUARRYMAN: HEY! GOLIATH!
LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE!
PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!
(BOOMING FOOTSTEPS)
GRANITE GOLIATH: GGGGRRR!
MONA: PRINCESS GIANT! COME HERE!
OW!
MONA: COME ON, ZAPMAN, WE'VE GOT TO HELP HER.
(GROWLS, POUNDING FOOTSTEPS)
CHARLEY: (PANICKED) HE'S COMING BACK!
(GROANS)
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE BEING CRUSHED BY ME!
WE'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!
(SQUEAKING)
AGH! OOOH!
GRANITE GOLIATH: (LAUGHING)
AAGGGGHHHHHH!
(RUBBLE TUMBLING)
MONA: WE DID IT!
CHARLEY: WE CRUSHED THE GRANITE GOLIATH!
QUIVERING QUARRYMAN: AND SAVED THE TOWN!
LILY: THANKS FOR SHOWING UP TO HELP US.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
NOW I CAN LEAVE THIS PLACE
KNOWING THE GRANITE GOLIATH IS GONE FOREVER.
GOODBYE.
KIDS: SEE YA. BYE. SO LONG.
MONA: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)
WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING HERE?
MONA: WE JUST DEFEATED THE GRANITE GOLIATH.
WELL, I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU'RE OKAY,
BUT I'M NOT HAPPY YOU KIDS WERE IN HERE.
I JUST GOT WORD OF AN AVALANCHE IN THE QUARRY.
IT WAS NO AVALANCHE.
THAT WAS THE SOUND
OF THE GRANITE GOLIATH BEING CRUSHED.
CHARLEY: THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN HELPED US!
THE QUIVERING QUARRYMAN, EH?
I THINK YOU PROBABLY SAW THE WEEKEND SECURITY GUARD.
THAT'S ONE EXPLANATION.
OUR WORK IS DONE HERE, MR. FOREMAN.
CALL US WHEN YOU WANT US TO COLLECT OUR REWARD
AT THE ICE CREAM PARLOR.
REWARD?
OH, SURE.
JUST PROMISE NOT TO COME IN HERE ALONE AGAIN.
I DON'T THINK WE'LL NEED TO.
BYE.
I HAVE BEEN CRUSHED.
MONA'S DAD: GOODBYE, SWEETIE.
CHARLEY'S DAD: GOODBYE, CHARLES.
BE GOOD... EAT YOUR VEGETABLES.
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMING
TO SPACE CAMP, LAWRENCE.
IT WAS MY DAD'S IDEA.
I WANTED TO GO TO CIRCUS CAMP.
LILY: WAIT!
BYE, YOU GUYS.
YOU TWO ARE GONNA HAVE AN AMAZING TIME
WHILE I'M STUCK ON THIS STUPID FISHING TRIP
WITH MY DAD.
CHEER UP, LILY.
YOU'LL BE RIGHT ACROSS THE LAKE FROM US.
HERE.
TAKE THIS INTERSTELLAR COMMUNICATOR.
THAT WAY WE CAN REACH YOU IF WE CATCH ANY...
(WHISPERS) YOU KNOW WHATS.
MONA'S DAD: WE'RE ALL GONNA MISS MONA - EVEN FANG,
THANKS TO THE "NO CATS ALLOWED" RULE.
ISN'T THIS GREAT? SPACE CAMP, AT LAST.
OUR CHANCE TO LEARN FROM THE GREAT SPARKY NICKERSON,
A REAL LIFE ASTRONAUT.
(AIR BRAKES HISSING)
KENNY: OVER HERE, SPACE CAMPERS.
HUP TWO!
CHARLEY: CHECK OUT THAT COOL SPACE SIMULATOR!
(RUMBLING)
KENNY: I'M KENNY, YOUR SPACE CAMP COUNSELOR...
UH... I, I MEAN FIRST OFFICER.
WHAT ABOUT SPARKY? WHERE'S SPARKY?
YOU'LL MEET HIM LATER.
FIRST, LOSE THE CIVILIAN CLOTHES.
REGULATION UNIFORMS ONLY.
KENNY, WHEN DO WE MEET SPARKY?
I SAID, LATER KID.
YOU'VE GOT TO SURVIVE SPACE CAMP INITIATION FIRST.
(AIR HISSING)
(SPLAT)
AHHHHHH!
CHARLEY: LOOK OUT!
BOTH: WHOOOOOOOOOOA!
(BIG SPLASH)
BOTH: UGH!
(GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)
OOF!
OOF!
(THUD) UGH!
(GASPS) OH!
KENNY: CONGRATULATIONS!
YOU ALL ACHIEVED THE RANK OF JUNIOR ASTRONAUTS.
THIRD CLASS.
WOW!
KENNY: GET YOURSELVES CLEANED UP.
IT'S CHOW TIME!
CHARLEY: ALL RIGHT!
I CAN'T WAIT TO EAT REAL ASTRONAUT FOOD.
CHEESEBURGER AND FRIES FLAVOUR! AWESOME.
SO WE CAN TAKE A BUNCH HOME WITH US.
(SLOSHING)
MAYBE IT TASTES BETTER THAN IT LOOKS.
(MUNCHING)
(GAGS)
THAT'S WEIRD.
THE ONLY INGREDIENT IS SOMETHING CALLED DEHYDRALITE.
I GUESS THAT'S WHY THE STUFF'S CALLED DEHYRDALAC.
THIS STUFF IS DEFINITELY SOME FORM OF ALIEN GRUEL.
ATTENTION, SPACE CAMPERS.
IT'S MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE YOUR FEARLESS LEADER,
SPARKY NICKERSON.
A NEAR-SIGHTED ASTRONAUT?
I THOUGHT THEY ALL HAD 20/20 VISION.
SPARKY: WELCOME, YOUNG SPACE CAMPERS.
AS I LOOK UPON YOU,
I LOOK UPON A BRAVE NEW GENERATION...
ABOUT TO TAKE THEIR FIRST STEPS ON THE NOBLEST OF JOURNEYS -
SPACE EXPLORATION!
DID YOU SEE THAT?
SHH! I DON'T WANNA MISS A WORD.
SPARKY: AND REMEMBER,
DON'T FORGET TO TAKE HOME LOTS OF TASTY DEHYDRALAC:
THE FOOD OF ASTRONAUTS!
I SALUTE YOU.
OH, AND LIVE LONG AND... WHA?!
A C-C-CAT?! WHO LET THAT BEAST IN HERE?
NO CATS ALLOWED!
RUN, FANG, RUN.
(YOWLS AND HISSES)
KENNY: THIS IS WHERE YOU GET TO PILOT YOUR VERY OWN SPACESHIP...
FOR TEN MINUTES A TURN.
NO BUTTING IN LINE.
(MUNCHING)
THIS IS SO LAME!
THE BROCHURE SAID WE'D BE TAKING OFF IN THAT.
MONA: FANG!
KENNY: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
UH, FANG-TASTIC!
THIS PLACE IS FANGTASTIC!
KENNY: WHATEVER, KID.
JUST STICK WITH THE PROGRAM AND DON'T BUTT IN LINE.
(MUNCHING)
MONA: FANG?
FANG: MEOW!
MONA: FANG!
THE ALIENS DIDN'T GET YOU.
THIS LOOKS SO REAL.
IT'S JUST LIKE THE ROCKET SPARKY FLEW ON...
MONA: SO THIS IS WHERE KENNY'S BEEN STASHING ALL THE REAL FOOD.
I WONDER WHAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO DO...
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
MONA: I THINK WE'D BETTER PREPARE FOR TAKE-OFF!
(ENGINES IGNITING)
(FRIGHTENED MEOWS)
YAY!
UNGH! UNGH!
WOW! I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE
BUT IT'S WAY COOLER THAN SPACE CAMP.
(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)
(AIR WHOOSHES)
MONA: THEY ALL HAVE THE SAME GLASSES AS SPARKY.
THERE'S SPARKY...
BUT HE'S NOT WEARING HIS GLASSES!
SPARKY: CONTINUE WORKING!
THERE ARE MANY EARTHLINGS HUNGRY FOR THE SWEET TASTE
OF DEHYDRALITE.
CHARLEY AND MONA: AHHHH! RUN!
(ROCKETS FLARING)
KENNY: WHAT ARE YOU KIDS UP TO?
THIS ROCKET IS STRICTLY OFF LIMITS.
CHARLEY: WE'RE LOOKING FOR THE UH... LATRINES.
AND WHY ARE YOU OUT OF UNIFORM?
MONA: ERM... THESE ARE OUR PAJAMAS.
WE WANTED TO BE READY FOR THE NIGHT CURFEW.
KENNY: OH! WELL, THE LATRINES ARE THAT WAY.
SPARKY: TO ETERNITY AND EVEN FURTHER!
NO. NO, THAT'S NOT RIGHT...
TO FOREVER AND...
(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)
TO THE INFINITE SCOPE OF THE UNIVERSE!
THAT'S IT.
THANKS.
IT'S MY DUTY TO IMPERSONATE OUR LEADER,
BUT I CAN'T POSSIBLY MATCH HIS GREATNESS.
AND WAIT UNTIL HE FINDS OUT I'VE FAILED
IN MAKING DEHYDRALAC POPULAR HERE ON EARTH.
THAT'S IT.
THE REAL SPARKY NEVER RETURNED FROM HIS SPACE MISSION.
HE ENSLAVED THE DEHYDRALAXIANS
AND SENT ONE OF THEM BACK IN HIS PLACE.
SO HE'S BEEN LIVING THE GOOD LIFE
WHILE THE ALIEN SPARKY'S RUNNING THIS CRUMMY CAMP.
AND TRYING TO GET US TO EAT DEHYDRALAC
HERE ON EARTH.
BUT IT TASTES AWFUL.
THAT'S WHY HAVE TO GO BACK TO DEHYDRALAC 7
AND STOP THE REAL SPARKY.
BUT HOW?
WE CAN'T RISK GETTING CAUGHT BY KENNY AGAIN.
I HAVE A PLAN,
BUT WE'LL NEED TO ENLIST ANOTHER SPACE CAMPER.
LAWRENCE: HEY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
AND WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE CHIPS?
MONA AND I FOUND OUT WHERE ALL THE REAL FOOD IS.
AND WE'LL LET YOU IN ON IT,
BUT WE NEED YOUR HELP FIRST.
(STOMACH GRUMBLES)
LAWRENCE: (WAILING)
I WANNA GO HOME!
(CRYING) I WANT MY MOMMY!
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
LOOK OUT, SPARKY!
A SPACE CAMPER INVASION IS COMING YOUR WAY!
(ROCKETS ROARING)
SPARKY: WORK HARDER!
SHOVEL DEHYDRALITE!
DEHYDRALAXIANS: WORK HARDER!
SHOVEL DEHYDRALITE!
HIS SHOVEL MUST BE A MIND CONTROL DEVICE!
WE'VE GOT TO GET IT!
GET HIM FANG!
DEHYDRALAXIANS: (TERRIFIED SCREECHES)
WHAT A CUTE KITTY.
UH-OH!
ONLY THE ALIENS ARE AFRAID OF CATS -
AND SPARKY'S NO ALIEN.
WHO BROUGHT YOU HERE?
MONA: I'M MONA THE VAMPIRE
AND I'VE COME TO END YOUR REIGN OF TYRANNY.
SPARKY: (SCOFFS) HA! A COUPLE OF EARTH BRATS CAN'T STOP ME.
I'LL JUST ADD YOU TO MY CREW.
SEIZE THEM!
CHARLEY: LOOKS LIKE WE'RE DOOMED!
CHARLEY: WE FINALLY GET TO GO TO OUTER SPACE
AND WE END UP DOOMED
TO SHOVEL LOUSY POWDERED FOOD
FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.
AND WE'LL PROBABLY NEVER SEE PRINCESS GIANT AGAIN.
PRINCESS GIANT! THAT'S IT!
DAD, CAN WE GO BACK AND...
SHH!
(WHISPERS) OOPS! SORRY.
I KNOW, I KNOW,
FISHING REQUIRES ABSOLUTE SILENCE.
MONA: (OVER RADIO) SPACE CAMPERS TO PRINCESS GIANT!
THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.
PRINCESS GIANT RECEIVING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR.
MONA: WE'RE TRAPPED ON AN ALIEN PLANET
I'LL DO ANYTHING I CAN.
MONA: WE NEED YOU TO SNEAK INTO SPACE CAMP
AND GET SPARKY'S GLASSES
AND REVERSE THE HIDDEN TRANSMITTER.
YOU GOT IT!
I THINK MY DAD WOULD LIKE TO FISH ALONE
FOR A WHILE ANYWAY.
(WATER SLOSHING)
HEY, MY GLASSES!
LILY: PRINCESS GIANT TO SPACE CAMPERS.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)
SPARKY: GIVE ME BACK THOSE GLASSES!
GIVE ME BACK THOSE GLASSES!
LILY: NO PROBLEM,
I'M DONE WITH THEM NOW.
KENNY: AND GET AWAY FROM THAT ROCKET.
IT'S STRICTLY OFF LIMITS.
THAT'S NOT REGULATION FOOD.
AND WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING IN THERE?
MONA: YOU CAN GO HOME NOW.
THANKS TO PRINCESS GIANT,
WE WERE ABLE TO REVERSE
THE REAL SPARKY'S MIND-CONTROLLING SIGNAL.
YOUR PEOPLE ARE NO LONGER ENSLAVED
TO DIG THAT REALLY BAD-TASTING POWDERED FOOD.
I SEE.
KENNY, I THINK IT'S TIME TO SEND THE CHILDREN HOME NOW.
THEY'VE ALL HAD TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT.
AND KENNY, YOU CAN GO HOME TOO.
(ROCKETS FIRING)