Hand Duet: All right, you thumbs, listen up. A one-armed man killed my wife Sabrina, a working girl. And now I'm a fugitive and in clear and present danger. I should be presumed innocent, but they're playing patriot games with me; Raiders, regarding Henry, Blade Runner and Air Force One. Loke Groundrunner: Could you repeat that? Black Helmut Man: I am your mother! Black Helmet Man: Loke, I am your mother! Loke Groundrunner: No! Black Helmet Man: Mama's gonna teach you some manners! Oobedoob Benubi: I am Oobedoob Benubi. I have the silliest name in the galaxy. Loke Groundrunner: What's your middle-name? Oobedoob Benubi: Scooby-Dooby. Loke Groundrunner: Oobedoob Scooby-Dooby Benubi? Oobedoob Benubi: One and the same. Oobedoob Benubi: Crying is for little girls, babies, and men who just had their ears ripped off. Oobedoob Benubi: Come now, touch your tongue to mine. Loke Groundrunner: What? Oobedoob Benubi: Your tongue - touch it to mine. Loke Groundrunner: Why? Oobedoob Benubi: To make it official! Loke Groundrunner: To make what official? Oobedoob Benubi: You know, ALL OF IT! Narrator: If there were thumbs in space and they got mad at each other, there would be... Thumb Wars! Oobedoob Benubi: But my uncle just bought those! Geez! You are a whiner. Come! The answers will be [crosses his eyes] Oobedoob Benubi: revealed. Princess Bunhead: You'll never get away with this, Black Helmet Man! You are bad! You are bad and we are good! Your badness will be the end of you, and our goodness will be our triumph! Bad is bad - good is good! Bad-bad-good-bad! Good-good-bad-good, bad! Good. Loke Groundrunner: I will go with you and fight! Oobedoob Benubi: Oh, big sacrifice; everyone you knew is dead! Glad you could tear yourself away! Loke Groundrunner: I've got three FIST fighters coming from my left! Annoying Pilot: Copy, Stray Dog! Loke Groundrunner: I, I don't think I'm Stray Dog. Annoying Pilot: Copy that, Red Rooster! Loke Groundrunner: I, I don't think I'm Red Rooster either. Annoying Pilot: No problem, Nasty Butler! Loke Groundrunner: I'm ending this transmission. Puppet: I am a puppet. Aunt Gonna Biteit: I must say, you're becoming a fine specimen of a man, Loke Groundrunner. Loke Groundrunner: Well alot of good that does me here. I wanna join the Thumbellion Resistance. I wanna make something of myself, be of use to someone. Uncle Soon Dead: Well you're plenty useful here, Loke. The harvest is soon and... and you'll be getting help. I bought some new droids from the freaky little hooded creatures. The tall one is effeminate and annoying. And I think the little one has an amputee inside! Loke Groundrunner: [whiny voice] Harvest, harvest, harvest! That's all you ever care about! You don't care about me. I wanna see the universe! [squealing] Loke Groundrunner: YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM INSIDE! YOU NEVER HAVE! I'M GONNA RUN AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK EVER! [storms out crying] Uncle Soon Dead: Whoo! What a whiner that kid is. Princess Bunhead: I escaped somehow. Let's go. [pod is disengaged] Prissypeo: Whoa! Yes! Oh I think I'm going to be sick. Black Helmut Man: I will allow no rest until the Thumbellion is totally neutralized. Imperial Thumb: Excuse me, Black Helmut Man, but our super space station can easily thwart any actions of the Thumbellion. Black Helmut Man: Do not underestimate the power of the Thumb! Imperial Thumb:
Oh, don't try to scare me with your ooby-dooby magic talk, Helmet Man. Your "I'm a horrifying warlock and I'm going to get you with my mystic potions" talk sicken me! I laugh at you and your "I'm a frightening wizard threat of hostility." Why don't you gather some frog legs and eyes of a newt, and conjur up a potion that will get you your face back, and perhaps make you one mere ounce less pathetic than you truly are!
[Black Helmut Man strangles him with the "power of the Thumb"] Imperial Thumb: *strangled gasping*... Or not! [Imperial Thumb's head pops off] Black Helmut Man: Any other comments? British Thumb: I have a question! Why is it that we all speak in British accents, when we're from outer space where there's no Britain? [Black Helmut Man pops British Thumb's head off as well] Oobedoob Benubi: That's no moon... [looks down at Hand's pants, which are revealing his butt crack] Hand Duet: Oh, sorry... Let me hike these up. [quickly pulls up his pants] Annoying Pilot: Go, Princess, and I will stay and be killed in your place. Princess Bunhead: Fine. Annoying Pilot: Waiting to be killed... waiting to be killed. Uncle Soon Dead: You got a pea on your head dear.