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♪ I was a normal girl Before my dad went missing

♪ Then his alien partner appeared

♪ We've got to save the galaxy!

♪ There's a madman, Gore, you see You've got to stop him now

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm just a kid

♪ Why me? And how?

♪ See that bracelet from your dad?

♪ It's got secret powers What's that?

♪ If Gore should get it That's the key

♪ To set my evil army free!

♪ I'll gather my friends And she'll save them too

♪ Now she can protect the world

♪ It's Agent 203 Agent 203! ♪

TYPING

BEEP

Rock, thanks for carrying that huge telescope up to the roof.

It's literally out of this world. Ugh. Groan!

But yeah, the Roddenberry Conservatory's got nothing on us!

Totally.

Oh! GRUMBLING

Oh! DUCK SQUEAKING

Eh.

GRUMBLING Huh?

Ha-ha!

Hey, it's a red nebula!

Look! I didn't know there was one in our galaxy.

If we discover it, we get to name it!

Any ideas? Don Antonio's Spicy Salsa?

Ew! Ugh. Thanks, Galileo. Here.

Hey, I see a supernova that isn't the result of Rock's lunch.

Ooh! Ooh!

Ah! Ah!

SQUELCHING

Smoosh! I told you never to... to... Oh, I can't stay mad at that face!

I can. Bad alien!

You're not leaving mud tracks all over my basement!

Smooshy, is this your way of saying you want a bath?

Grr! Off we go!

Come on, Smoosh!

On the other side, Ulav! Oh!

Got you now. Smoosh!

Oh! Get him, get him!

Urgh!

♪ Scrub blub-a-dub In the tubby-blub-tub...

♪ With a swish and a plop Will the fun never stop? ♪

GRUMBLING

GRUNTING

Ulav, the water's boiling. Oh, that's totally normal.

Smoosh's species heats up when they're upset or angry.

DUCK SQUEAKS

He'll calm down. Ah! He adores bathtime.

"Adores" might not be the word you want.

What's wrong, Smooshikins?

Did you want your lavender vanilla shampoo instead?

SMOOSH GROWLING Aaah!

Well, that's not great.

THUD

Those raccoons again. Out of my store, trash pandas!

I don't see him. FOOTSTEPS

HE GASPS He's coming back to me!

Ooh! Ah!

Or not. The vent leads to the street.

He's escaped! This is worse than when he chased the Fladuvians

into the exploding volcano field. That actually sounds worse.

But he's not wearing his cat costume.

He's escaped before. We've got to find him

before someone else does and starts asking lots of questions.

Good thing he can't talk. But he can lead people back here.

Then our whole operation will be exposed, I'll be fired from the IA,

and then who'll save me from the alien-hunters?

Oh, I just hope he's OK. Ulav, we'll find him.

The heavens can wait.

Ulav, we'll let you know as soon as we get him.

I'm going with you. Smoosh only comes when I call him.

Uh... And that's happened when?

Yeah, he comes running when you call him,

just in the opposite direction.

It's happened! We'll all go.

CHUCKLING Nice costume.

I'll just power down for... SHE GASPS

Well, that shouldn't be there. Come on, I wiped it all off.

No, a shadow passed over the moon, but I didn't see any object.

Probably a satellite. Can we go?

I would've seen a satellite, this was way bigger.

I'll just activate my sonar and... What the what?

A ginormous object travelling towards Earth in stealth mode!

Uh-oh, looks like we've got visitors.

Quigs, you stay here and monitor your monitor.

We'll be back as soon as we find Smoosh.

It's not a search party without snacks.

No time for snacks!

Ah. Ah!

Ah!

Huh? Doggies!

Argh!

Hey!

Ha-ha-ha-ha! Yow!

Funny doggie!

Woof!

Oh, Mr Fuzzy! Hel-l-lp!

Honeybunch, the new mower's a dream.

You gotta get a look at this lawn!

Ha! Ah! Hmm? Wow!

I'm telling you, it looks... HE GASPS

Ah.

Uh-oh! Argh!

Ugh!

Smoosh! Smoosh! Here, Smooshy-woosh!

THEY SIGH

He could be anywhere. There must be a better way.

We can't exactly put up "Lost Alien" posters.

Never seen you guys so crazy. What were you chasing?

Smoosh!

Hmm, I think it's time for the big reveal.

Some would call you space trash, I call you space treasure

because you're going to help me get Agent 203's bracelet.

If only I could obliterate their stupid town

without obliterating the bracelet.

Bring me my new comm system. Yes, your hugeness.

Perplexa, my new subspace communication system

will deliver my threats to Agent 203 loud and clear.

Such a great deal. Am I a master negotiator or what?

Ahem! Attention, Agent 203.

Hand over the bracelet or I'll destroy your town.

That ought to put some pepper in their pumps.

Hey, a message!

'Attention raging tuna tree.

'Hand over your baguette or I'll destroy your gown.'

Baguette? The only bread thing we have is taco shells.

Hey, animal control guy!

Can you do something about a gopher problem?

This thing must be huge. Look at these!

Oh, er... did you happen to see where this... gopher went?

Is it OK? Did it seem lonely? Oh, he must be so scared!

What the...? He takes his job very seriously.

Well, I didn't see it. But I hope you find the vermin!

Grr! What did you call him?

A-ha-ha! Gotta go. Sorry about your lawn!

BRACELET BEEPS

Whoa, it's Quigley! Maybe Smoosh came back.

That cloaked object I saw is now uncloaked,

and it looks like a ginormous piece of space junk,

and it's now heading in our direction.

You mean it's on a collision course with Earth?

Not sure yet. I'm doing some calculations.

Hopefully, it's a near miss. I have to get back to HQ.

Not much we can do until I get more intel.

I also got a weird message from subspace about French bread.

Probably unrelated. OK, keep me posted.

If I have to go back, you two can handle the Smoosh hunt, right?

Space junk, meh!

Earth gets hit with over 100 tons of space debris every day.

Like I didn't have enough to worry about.

Maybe there's a small chance Earth is in danger,

but there's 100% chance that Smoosh is!

The one day Earth is in danger, and they don't even care?

Perplexa, show my message.

"Radon 203... destroy your gown."

That's not what I said!

Perplexa must still be booting up. Let's try this again.

Ahem. This is Gore.

Give me the bracelet, or I'll turn Roddenberry into a crater.

And maybe Earth!

And I'll speed up the space junk so it really gets their attention.

BEEP

'It's a score! Give me a baseball or I'll put lingonberries on a potato.

'And navy shirts.' Get your own baseball, wackadoodle.

Tracking this thing is hard enough without a prank caller.

Ah-ha!

Argh! CAR ALARM

Smoosh!

Roswell's log, space date 82966. My new Riker counter can detect

any non-human vibration for three miles.

I've been picking up a creature whose frequency is off the charts!

ELECTRIC BUZZ Ah, it's getting closer!

ZAP Argh!

They're here!

If I were Smoosh, where would I be?

The pound? Government lab? Morning talk show?

You know, he does have star quality.

Oh! He was definitely here.

BUZZING Let's check that out!

Zoe, you gotta get back here.

That space garbage is picking up speed,

and it's heading straight for Roddenberry!

Think someone's targeting us? Has to be.

I'm getting these urgent messages, but they make no sense.

Try me. Maybe they're in code. OK. "Give me a break dance

"or I'll employ the old squirrels." Huh?

Guys? Yeah, we got nothing.

Not "employ the squirrels", destroy the world!

This should be so simple, Perplexa!

Guys, Quigley thinks this space junk is a deliberate attack.

Who'd want to target Roddenberry? You think Gore is behind this?

Gore would demand the bracelet.

He wouldn't ask me to breakdance. Tango, maybe. Or cha-cha-cha!

I have to go back and help Quigley figure this out.

Maybe the space junk and the messages are connected. But Smoosh!

You and Rock can handle this. I gotta go.

Hey, look! SENSOR BEEPING

Roswell!

Somehow I didn't picture him living in a normal house. Zoe!

Roswell's alien hunting. This could be bad!

But I texted Quigley that I was on my way.

If your cuckoo-banana-bread teacher catches Smoosh,

he'll end up in one of his dissection labs.

Ulav, social studies doesn't have dissection labs.

Not yet! Please, Zoe! Um...

Ha-ha! Ooh!

Wow!

Ah!

Argh!

Huh? HE PANTS

Ha! Maybe the aliens wanna destroy our crops.

Or they're sending us a message - we're ripe for invasion! Hmm. Huh?

I got you! SENSOR BEEPS

If Roswell doesn't lead us to Smoosh in the next 30 seconds,

I'm going back to HQ.

A-ha! There he is!

Mr Roswell! Glad I ran into you. Rock, I can't talk now.

Yeah, I have a question about the surprise quiz on Monday.

There's no surprise quiz on Monday.

That's just what someone giving a surprise quiz would say.

What? Rock, there's an alien on the loose.

I saw it with my own eyes! Where? This way? I don't...

That way, Rock, that way! No! Zoe!

Come on, Smoosh, get in there.

There! Bad kitty! Oh, hi, Mr Roswell.

That... That's a cat? Yeah! A rare breed.

He's a... Rangoon Shawarma. He escaped from the animal shelter.

Oh, I thought I saw...

HE SIGHS Never mind.

ULAV CHUCKLES Here you go, sir.

Thank you for finding our cat, young lady.

A nice family is waiting right now to adopt him.

Oh, well, have a good night. Let's get out of here!

How rude! Maybe someone's getting a surprise quiz after all.

Finally! That space junk is still picking up speed.

It's definitely gonna hit us! ZOE SIGHS

We have to find out who's controlling this thing.

Maybe we send a reply from Agent 203

on the same subspace frequency. Great! I can encrypt it

so nobody can figure out your identity or location.

Brilliant! Go!

This is Agent 203. Identify yourself!

'Tell us what you want.' Finally!

The bracelet will be mine!

Perplexa, show me a map of... Uh... I better do this myself.

That town hall thingy, where important business is done.

Then Hugh can pick it up and bring it to me.

Ooh, and bring me one of those tacos.

I want your bracelet. Leave it at Town Hall.

'I want your braid, kid. Bleach it at the darn mall.'

Is that some kind of insult? This is a very unhinged alien,

and they definitely don't want to negotiate.

We have to destroy the space trash ourselves.

And fast! 12 minutes to impact. Rock, any ideas?

According to every movie about asteroids hitting the Earth,

including Asteroid Hitting the Earth, Asteroid Hitting the Earth 2,

we have to be careful. If we blow it up, chunks of high speed debris

can still put the world in danger. Ulav, thoughts?

Asteroid Hitting the Earth 2 ended on a cliffhanger,

never made the sequel! Argh! About saving Earth!

If I had time, I could do simulations to find

the safest way to destroy it. Do them anyway! You got it!

OK, idea one. we send a ship to collide with it

and knock it off course.

Result, the impact causes molten chunks of debris

to rain down on Earth. Ugh!

Idea two, blow it up with dynamite.

Even more debris hits Earth. Dynamite not a dynamite idea.

Three, we use a giant magnet to pull it off course.

But there's lots of other metal in space, so that's a no-go.

Jeez, that ugly space hunk gets a close up?

I was barely in the whole movie! Chill, I had two seconds!

There has to be some way to destroy this thing without debris.

Smoosh! Ew! Ulav, he needs another bath.

I'm not risking him going poof again. That's it!

We send a weapon that'll burn the space junk

so there's no trace of debris left.

That's tricky. It'll need oxygen to burn,

so we'll have to wait until it's entered the Earth's atmosphere.

No oxygen in space, remember.

Phew! A two-minute window before impact.

Need a weapon that can instantly heat up to thousands of degrees.

There are a few alien compounds that would work,

but we don't have time to find them. We need something that's right here.

Ah! Oh, no. No. No! No!

I just got him back, we're not sending him away again.

It's dangerous! Do we really have a choice?

If Roddenberry gets smooshed, so does Smoosh.

At least this way, there's a chance.

Do you wanna be a hero? Wa-hoo!

Ulav, when Smoosh heats up, his skin is indestructible.

The space junk's explosion won't feel like anything worse

than getting a static shock on the carpet. He hates those!

We're moments away from becoming a crater. Smoosh will be safer

in space than he will be in Roddenberry.

And judging by his exploits today,

Roddenberry might be safer if Smoosh is in space.

Smoosh, you wanted an adventure today? You got one.

The helmet has VR and a tracking device.

The suit has a cooling system and water so he can stay hydrated.

Oh, he thinks we're sending him away because he was bad.

You're a very good boy, and we love you.

Now it's time to be a hero. BEEP

Oh. Ah.

Two, one. Lift off. Whoa!

BEEPING

Time until this thing enters our atmosphere?

One minute, 12 seconds. Aaaah.

Ah! Whoa! Whoa!

Can we get him to the space junk by then? Trying. To the right!

Whoa! Whoa! Ah! Whoa! Ah!

Careful! No, to the left!

Yes! Way to stick the landing, Smoosh!

Now let's see if this gets him mad enough to become a bomb.

Huh? GRUNTING

So much for the hologram treats. 33 seconds till impact.

Try the music. HEAVY ROCK MUSIC

Ah!

Roddenberry, we have a problem. And 15 seconds.

We have to get him angry, and fast! Operation Bath and Wrath!

I don't like the way that sounds.

I'm going to empty the coolant valves into his spacesuit

so he gets covered in water. He could use a bath anyway.

Let's hope this works.

Huh?

Ugh!

Come on, Smooshy! Three, two, one!

Whaaaa!

I got you, Smoosh!

Whoa! Whoa!

ALL CHEER

He definitely deserves ice cream for that.

Non-dairy, please? One major explosion today is enough.

Comms system recalibrating. Sending message.

This is Gore. Give me the bracelet or I'll demolish Roddenberry.

HE GROANS

Wa-hah! Smooshy! Give your daddy a hug!

Good boy! Who saved the world? You did! Yes, you did! Mwah!

Well, Smoosh is back, all systems intact.

Oh, and Roddenberry isn't a crater.

'This is Gore. Give me the bracelet or I'll demolish Roddenberry.'

That's the same computerised voice from those weird messages.

Huh. Not lingonberries. It was Gore after all.

Wrong number. ALL LAUGH

Hey, Dad. Instead of taking out the trash,

today, the trash almost took us out.

Smoosh saved the day. You know, even pets can be heroes.

I hope you get to meet him some day. Just don't try to give him a bath.

I love you.

SHE CHUCKLES

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