Transcript:31st Century Fox

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Crew on deck. How was the delivery to Tokyo? Not bad Mothzilla got into the ship's closet, though. Can we please get new uniforms now, Professor? You said you would replace them a year ago. You can't expect me to honor what year-ago Professor said. That guy was young and foolish. There's nothing wrong with these uniforms that a few denim patches won't fix. (Professor and hermes screaming) Oh, all right. To the garment district. (Door opens, bell jingles) Come in, come in. Can I offer you maybe a nice macaroon cut in seven pieces? Oy, such a stereotype. Yes, I'm looking for something in a space uniform that's respectfully humiliating but can come out of an employee's salary without his noticing. You got it. Tomorrow's clothes at yesterday's prices. Ah, you can't go wrong with a stillsuit. It recycles your solid waste into a nice piece gefilte fish. Ugh, is there a way to just keep it as solid waste? Now here's something we can all agree on. (Shudders) Ah, the Stardoz 2293. Not for everybody, but you pull it off. Please don't pull it off. Yo, squidward scissorhands, you got this in an adult robot medium? The foxhunting uniform? You, sir, must be a robot of noble bearings. Well, I am descended from prince Albert's can. I think we've seen enough. Too much, actually. Come on, let's try somewhere else. Wait, wait, perhaps discerning customers like yourselves would be interested in an item from our discount rack. Quality is the most important thing. How much is it? An unpleasant fellow ordered them last year but never paid. Most unpleasant, that one. That sounds like something year-ago Professor would do. We'll take them. Finally, a uniform I'd be happy to be caught dead in. And, boy, does it wick away moisture gallons and gallons of it. Plus, they're stitched in such a way that, no matter what angle it's viewed from, it looks like you're standing in hero wind. I just wish my fists weren't sewn to my belt. (Grunts) Hey, what's Bender wearing instead of that crap? Oh, lord. Did you actually buy that getup? We foxhunters do not stoop to buy getups. I made free with it. Since when do you care or even know about foxhunting? Foxhunting is an ancient and noble pursuit that's fascinated me ever since I first heard of it ten minutes ago. Noble pursuit? What's noble about killing a defenseless animal? Don't be naive, Leela. We kill defenseless animals all the time. Look at Hermes's tortoise-shell glasses. The Professor's walrus-ivory teeth, and don't forget the zebra-fur ship cozy. (Overlapping chatter) Yeah, I guess you're right. He's got a point. See, Leela, there are two sides to every shameful act. What you call the atrocity of crazed dogs tearing a helpless fox to shreds, others call a pleasant jaunt in the park. The first thing. Come see for yourself. Join me on the morrow as I embark on my maiden hunt. I said join me! This is my best protest sign ever, and it was easy because I started with a "save the ox" sign I already had. (Horse neighs) Wow, where'd you get the horse? None of your business. Young man, one does not drink from a champagne fountain in that manner. But he's doing it. (Chuckles) Check out this dork. I, sir, am the master of the hunt and I'll thank you to behave like a gentleman. You're quite welcome, sir. (Belches) Ah, yes, foxhunting. If there's one thing I know, it's everything about it. What's that weird cat? (Groans) This is the fox we'll be hunting today. Wow, this is easier than I thought. The sport is in the chase, sir. The fox gets a 30-minute head start. Man, it would have been so much easier to kill it in the cage. (Buzzes) Let the hunt begin. (Barking) (Whooping raucously) Stop, this is cruel and inhumane. Well, now, in all my years as a huntmaster I've never seen anything like this. I mean, look at that sign. It's magnificent. (Chuckling): Oh, thank you. I used a ruler and I erased all the pencil lines when I was finished. Charming. Now, into the ditch with you. (Screams) (Barking) So the dogs do all the work while we sportsmen enjoy a nice horsey ride? Precisely. I see you've caught the fever. Keep your wits about you. I've blanketed these woods with devious traps to ward off poachers and protesters. Stop the bloodshed, stop the violence. (Screams) (Laughs) I saw that coming from a mile away! (Horse neighing) (Chuckles) Be more careful, friend. My antigravity snares are virtually undetectable. I saw it coming from a mile a (Bender grunts, horse neighs) View halloo, view halloo. View halloo? All right. What does that mean? The fox has been sighted. (Barking) Oh, yeah, get that fox. Go, dogs, go. (Barking) (Horses neigh) Eh, either way. (Fox whimpering, dogs barking) Oh, God, this is horrible. I can't watch. (Scoffs) You humans always say you don't want to see violence, but you know you do. I defy you not to watch. A robot fox? Huh, I guess I'm okay with this after all. Well, I'm not. Robot foxhunting is a crime against robo-nature. Stop the bloodshed, stop the viol (Screams) (Growling) How can you do this to a poor, defenseless robot animal? You people are sick, and you foxhounds are no better. They're not foxhounds. They're springer spaniels, you twit. Or rather spring-powered spaniels. (Gasps) Bot-on-bot violence? Where will it end? Not with the dogs. Come here, sea gasket. (Neighs) Hyah! (Neighs) No! You, sir, are a heartless monster, and you will rue the day you met me. Also, can I get my parking validated? The time has come to end injustice against robot animals. (Cheering) No dog track rabbit should be used to test cosmetics, no robot cow should have to be milked by a milking machine, and no milking machine should have to milk a robot cow. Those injustices don't even exist. Then, let's find some that do. Robot chickens weren't made to be jammed in cubicles and forced to lay eggs. Actually, they was. (Clucking) I'll save you. Run free, sweet robo-hen. (Clucks) Enough with the tenderizing. It's time for a Benderizing. Hey, you people can't just burst in like that and cut off my hand. You got to take a number. Shooting innocent robot ducks is wrong. Fly away. Fly away, my pretties. (Squawks) (Cheering) Congratulations, Bender, you've ended robot animal cruelty within a 20-yard radius of this building. You ready to call it a day, or do you have one more score to settle? The second thing. (Whimpers) Huntmaster: The weekly hunt is hereby called to order. (Enthusiastic chatter) I'll drink some more to that. As always, once I release the fox, it will have a 30-minute head start before (Clattering) (Angry chatter) Stop the hunt. Oh! You again. I'm back, snooty. We're here to liberate that robot fox, and that's what we're gonna do. (Grunting) Uh, you mind showing me how to open the cage? Now, listen here, the hunt is a hallowed tradition, and you Bambi-loving beatniks will never stop it. Oh, no? Well, for your information, the robot fox has been declared an endangered robo-species. This injunction suspends all robot foxhunting for 24 hours while our motion is under consideration. We'll see you in court. (Banging) Motion destroyed. The hunt shall resume at sunup. (Neighing) He's crooked, but fair. I'm not giving up yet. I am. I already did. You can count on me. Now here's the plan. We're going to sneak onto the grounds and free that fox. Can we stop for ice cream on the way back? All right, fine. And on the way there? (Whispering): Okay, I'll hold the ice cream while you two go over. (Grunting) Where's the ice cream? (Whispers): There was a bear. (Grunting) (Beep) Okay. You guys take him back to planet express. I've got one more shenanigan up my sleeve. But you promised us way-back ice cream. Oh, here. But no chocolate it's bedtime. With that odious robot barred from the grounds, the weekly hunt is hereby called once more to order. Let the hunt begin. (Other gasping) (Shocked murmuring) You, sir, have been outfoxed. I spent all night on that. It's clever. Nevertheless, I demand you return my fox. Sorry, mutton-chump. No fox, no hunt. Oh, really? (Beep) (Gun cocks) Let the hunt begin! (Other agreeing) Sir, I leave you with this one final thought. (Panicked screaming) (Screaming continues) Oh, God, they're gonna kill me El roboto mas importante. And I only have a 30 minute head start. Uh-oh, a fork in the path. Hmm. There's more places to hide in that dark forest. On the other hand, I could run faster through that open meadow. But of course, the forest might protect my fair robot skin from sunburn. Hmm (Buzzer sounds) (Bugle plays, dogs barking) Today, we hunt the most dangerous game aside from lawn darts a cunning robotic adversary so deviously clever that Oh, for God's sake. Then again, a nice run through a meadow, who could say no to that? What?! (Barking) (Snarling, Bender whimpering) Look here. Hunting is a team effort, and you're not pulling your weight. Now I'm going to be sporting and give you one more chance to run. Thanks. Nothing's more important than sportsmanship. Ow! (Laughs deviously) (Slurping) It's so cute. Horseshoe crab cute. (Fry laughs, others murmuring) Fox news, everyone. I've decided to make the fox our new corporate mascot. Hear, hear. Let's put on our new uniforms and take a staff photo for the newsletter. Right on! Here they are, freshly laundered and (Hermes gasps, fox snarling) (Other gasping) (Panting) Our magnificent uniforms they're ruined. (Sobbing) And he peed on the locker room floor. That's my territory. Also got in the henhouse and killed Amy's prize-winning Rhode Island red. Not Penelope. Cute or not, I'll kill that robo-rat. (Amy yells, fox whimpers) (Fry screams) Fry: Let me at it. I'm gonna pound it with this chewed-up old stick. Leela: No! It's just a poor, scared wild robot. What did you expect? (Gasps) My sign. It's ruined. Kill the fox. (Leela grunting) (Angry shouting) (Panting) (Whimpers) (Explosion) Missed it by that much. (Dogs barking) (Panting) Oh, no, they caught my scent. I better throw them off by rubbing myself with something. (Scratching) Ow! That's no good. Wait, I know what'll confuse those dogs. Catnip. (Cats snarling, Bender yelling) (Bender yelling) You have made yourself an enemy, my friend! Dang it. He jumped on the path train to New Jersey. Of course. He's commuting back to his native habitat. (Panting wearily) (Sighs heavily) On top of everything, I'm starving. I'll have to carve a sandwich out of this tree branch. Ow! My finger. I wish I remembered more survival skills from boy scouts. Too bad my only merit badge was in interpretive dance. (Gasps) Wait. I can use the universal language of dance to signal for help. (Humming) Ow! That was my second favorite ankle. (Grunting, dogs barking in distance) (Bugle plays) Was that a horn? Are those the dogs? (Rustling) Is that two caterpillars making sweet love? (Fox barks, Bender screams) (Fox panting) Aw, you know what it's like to feel hunted, too, eh, buddy? Would it be too much to ask you to stay with me in my final moments and die at my side? And you die first? (Snarling) You lousy son of a! (Metallic clanking) Oh, I get it. You freed me. (Electrical crackling) You lousy son of a! (Fox panting, Bender grunting) (Galloping hoof beats) (Horses neighing, dogs barking) We're hot on his heels. Aha! One of his heels. (Ship approaching, horses neighing oh, these guys. Can I help you? Out of our way, this fox is ours. Fox? Ah, yes. Have at it. We're not hunting fox today. Wait a second, what are you hunting? (Dogs whimpering) Oh, my God. It's Bender's middle finger. I'd recognize this anywhere. (Gasps sharply) (Snarling, barking) What is it, little buddy? Is it a layer cake? Or maybe world series tickets? A trip wire, hmm? But who's tripping who? (Grunting) (Laughing maniacally) Wait whom. Who's tripping whom? (Laughing maniacally) I guess what I've been trying to say is, we should all be ashamed. Me for my hatred of a mechanical fox that tore up my sign and who I'd like to throttle and you, for hunting an innocent robot. Well, a robot who didn't harm you personally. Today. Probably. But most of all, I blame you, huntmaster. Where's the huntmaster? Remember when you said "nobody leave" and then you turned your head briefly? He left an hour before that. (Chuckles deviously) (Grunting) (Yells) (Grunts) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa! (Chuckles) You disappoint me, Bender. I'd've thought you'd have learned to avoid my antigravity snares by now. I did. Too bad you didn't. Bender: Boo-oop. Ye gods! (Screaming, grunts) How does it feel to be the hunted? To be forever looking over your shoulder, like an owl with that type of neck? To die in agony at the hands of the world's greatest lover? (Cocks gun) No! Please! I can't shoot you. Bender, I found your trigger finger. Ah, now I can. (Cocks gun) But I won't. Not with so many witnesses. You're a true gentleman. Unlike me. (Gasping) (Snarling) (Fox snarling, huntmaster yelling) (Gasps): I can't watch Enough. (Snarling) Oh, no! (Screams) Hey, wait a minute. (Electrical crackling) He was also a robot? Dude! So a robot fox killed a robot human? Eh, I guess that makes it okay. No. Killing of any kind is I don't know, well Let me think about this. (slurping) Ah. I guess it's okay.