A character in 3-2-1 Penguins!
All right, guys, I think it's time that we briefed our new cadet. Now, listen. I'm Captain Zidgel. And that's my ship. Over there, we have Dr. Fidgel.
How do you do?
This is the ship's pilot and engineer, First Officer Midgel. And, um, [clears throat] that's, uh, Kevin.
[vacuuming] Pleasure.
What does he do?
[Kevin gets his head sucked into the hose]
Mostly, he just does that.
[showing a presentation of his baby pictures on the big screen] As you can see from these photos, I was strikingly handsome even as an infant. Now here's one with me on my mommy's lap. Oh, here I am looking adorable! And, ooh, there's my old high chair!
Uh, captain, the mission?
We are headed for Space Colony Doublewide. It's interstellar cyclonic doom funnel season there. And our cargo is their supply of emergency duct tape.
Emergency duct tape?
Yes, it's for lashing space colony modules together. Otherwise, they slip their moorings, and those fragile trailers bash each other in the high winds, until they're splintered into smithereens. If we don't get it there in time, the entire population is done for!
[The Rockhopper arrives at Grandmum's cottage in the attic, preparing to send Jason and Michelle back]
Well, until next time, cadets!
G'bye, mates!
Goodbye!
[As Fidgel fires the galeezle, the claw pops out and falls on the floor, covered in gum]
Oh, no, what happened?
What happened?! Can't you see? The thing's broken!
How?
[examines the gum] Hmm… Corn syrup, soy lecithin, and titanium dioxide, if I'm not very much mistaken. A construct otherwise known as…
Hubby chubby bubble gum! Oh, no! [angrily points to Michelle] It was you! You must have spit it out when the galeezle pulled us in!
I wasn't the only one with hubby chubby! You were chewing it too!
I swallowed mine!
Well, I didn't do it! You must have done it!
I didn't do it! You did!
No, you did!
Ah, ah! Temper, temper. Here we go, accusing each other again! Remember what old Sol told us: not smart without all the facts.
Well, the fact is we aren't going to be able to get back to Grandmum's and it's all Michelle's fault!
Can you fix it, Fidgel?
Well, um…it's not…Well, I can try.
"Try?!" Oh, no! We're going to stay this size? I'm only as big as my little finger!
Can you make it work again?
[pulls out a small, burned out device covered in gum] This is what makes it work. The metric magnetic matter disperser. The only one in existence as far as I know! Without this, the galeezle is useless! I fear the bubble gum has burnt it out.
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