[Hermes and LaBarbara provide backup on kalimba and drum respectively.]
KBKwanzaa-bot
The seven basic principles that go to make up Kwanzaa!
So sit yo' asses down and have some knowledge dropped upons ya!
BSBarbados Slim and Bubblegum Tate
And umoja...
KBKwanzaa-bot
Sit back down! There's gonna be a test.
My favorite's ujamaa.
BTBubblegum Tate
Cooperative economics.
KBKwanzaa-bot
[to Dwight] Yo, boondocks, I'm talkin' here! Put away the comics!
Ku'umba is another one, it stands for creativity.
BSBarbados Slim
Like the ever-changing nature of my sexual proclivities. [starts coming on to Zoidberg]
KBKwanzaa-bot
I think there's one called "nia," but I don't speak Swahili,
Sumthin' 'bout a pine tree and a oil-wrestlin' dealy?
Prof. Farnsworth
That's from Xmas and Robanukah, you plagiarizing lout!
KBKwanzaa-bot
Yeah, I'm kinda losin' interest here. I'd best be rollin' out.
But before I go, the most important thing...
What's that, Black Santa?
KBKwanzaa-bot
You need seven Kwanzaa candles that you light up every night.
But they best be made of beeswax or y'all might as well be white.
[writing on notepads] They must be made of beeswax or we might as well be white.
Prof. Farnsworth
Bad news, everyone! Look at this infinite series representing the mass of successive generations of Benders.
[A hologram of equation appear, everyone gasps in horror except Fry]
Prof. Farnsworth
It's nonconvergent!
Farnsworth
You're not my breakfast friends! What are you doing here?!
Leela's blackmailing us into eating healthy, organic food.
Farnsworth
Blackmail? What does she have on you?
As long as we eat her filthy scrambled eggs, you'll never find out.
I'd be remiss if I didn't rub your goopy noses in the fact that I'm immune. [starts laughing]
Farnsworth
Which is why we'll all be counting on you, and you alone, to nurse us through this catastrophe.
Why, God? Why have I been singled out?!
Everyone just calm down and make yourself a tissue walrus.
[while examining a log under a super microscope]
Prof. Farnsworth
Oh my, there's a frog on a bump on this log that I found in a hole at the bottom of the sea.
And that's the ultimate secret of the universe?
Prof. Farnsworth
Apparently so. Wait! There's a snail on the tail of the frog on the bump on this log that I found in a hole on the bottom of the sea. The snail itself is composed of cells, molecules, atoms...
Pfff! Those things don't rhyme!
Prof. Farnsworth
Things only rhyme below ten to the minus five angstroms, you dope!
That's it, Fry! For a guy who's not too bright, you're too damn bright!
Farnsworth
Now get out!!! And don't come back until someone finds a use for a million watt idiot!!
[Fry sulks out of the room, melting the door on the way out. Exterior of a trailer park, night. There is a sign that says "Basura Blanca TRAILER FOR ESTATES" on it. Interior of the trailer where Bev lives in. Ben is tucked in bed while Bev bids him goodnight]
Mom, will I ever get to see Dad again?
BBev
No, he died yesterday. Rust monsters ate his face. Sweet dreams.
[She bashes the light switch off and leaves. Ben whimpers. Suddenly, a familiar shadow falls on his blanket and he hears a tapping on the window]
[whispering] Psst, quit whimpering or ya don't get kidnapped!