When one saucer of an invasion force has engine trouble, it lands on Earth. It happens to be Halloween and it happens the invaders are only ...更多>
[after crash-landing] Blaznee: Well, let's see. We got a torqued-out digi-framus, our mega-spaz redundancy pile is on the blink, and it looks like we bruised our boo-boo. Deputy Pillsbury: No license, no registration, no plates, no headlights, no taillights, no WHEELS, and I caught you going 3000 miles per hour. That's [punches on calculator] Deputy Pillsbury: 2945 miles per hour in excess of the posted limit. Blaznee: Great. There goes my insurance. Blaznee: Kids, 3D and driving don't mix. Captain Bipto: Meet us at the Wrenchmuller farm. Bipto out. Blaznee: Hey, where do you guys grow your wrenchmullers? Captain Bipto: We did win, didn't we? Blaznee: No, but if we think fast enough we might just live to lie about it. Pez: Prepare to die, Earth scum, prepare to die, earth scum. I'm gonna make sure they carve that on your tombstone. Pez: The humans are coming. The humans are coming. Kathy: But, Dad, they're not really bad, they're just... stupid. Giggywig: I'm telling you that ship has got the flight potential of a cement truck. Martian Soldier: Sir, the Arcturans have destroyed the remainder of the fleet. I sent a distress signal to all ships across the galaxy, BUT we're headed straight into their sun, and our engines are about to explode. Enforcer Drone: I have not yet begun to fight. Martian Soldier: Now would be a great time to start. Blaznee: [singing] Oh give me a home / Where the asteroids roam Blaznee, Captain Bipto, Dr. Ziplock: And the gleebs and the buzzy mugs play / Where gravity's low / And the water is snow / And the desert winds blow you away / Mars, Mars is my home / Where everyone's short just like me / I wish I was where / There is not so much air / And two moons to shine down upon me. [trying to explain to Captain Bipto that their invasion has failed] Giggywig: Let me sum up the entire situation in a nutshell: there are five of us, and four billion of them. They have Strategic Air Command, nuclear powered submarines, and John Wayne. We have this. [holds up a small rifle] Captain Bipto: Is it loaded? [points the rifle at Bipto] Giggywig: Let's find out! Blaznee: Maybe, you'd better step back and get the big picture here. Deputy Pillsbury: Okay... [He steps back, and triggers the homemade booby trap] Deputy Pillsbury:
I've just made a terrible mistake, haven't I? Blaznee: Ain't life a bust? [the sheriff watches a surveillance tape as the "War of the Worlds" broadcast on the radio finishes - he pauses it and sees the Martian spaceship flying past] Orson Welles: So if your doorbell rings, and nobody's there, that was no Martian. It's Halloween. Sheriff Sam Hoxly: You wanna bet? Giggywig: One false move and, "Kaboom!"; you'll be going home in several more pieces than you arrived. Giggywig: You take the left flank and I'll take the right. Pez: You always get the right flank! Giggywig: We've never done this before, idiot! Giggywig: Look, when a vastly superior alien culture comes all this way to take over your world, certain basic laws of planetary conquest apply. For example, when someone points a Quad Vectored Hypo Thermic Cosmo Blaster at you, it's a fair bet you are about to become toast. Mrs. Vanderspool: Will you please sit down and be quiet? Giggywig: Or perhaps in your case, a whole loaf of toast. Captain Bipto: What's the problem? Just vaporise; everyone, everything, boof, mission accomplished, medals, awards, a parade, next! Giggywig: No! Wrong! False! None of the above! Why: because we're not supposed to be here! Captain Bipto: What? Giggywig: We goofed, we erred, we misinterpreted the data at hand! Blaznee: Told ya so. Blaznee: The hyperfusion feedback governor, back on the ship, just had a meltdown. If we don't get back to zero gravity within the next, ohh, hour, the ship's hyperdrive will implode, creating an ever expanding hole in the space-time continuum, making you, me, and the rest of this galaxy, some other universe's problem. Dumb Guy #1: What the hell is that? Dr. Ziplock: Do something, you're the pilot! Blaznee: How about if I eject?