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Chapter 2 When we last saw Xenon Carr,
she was everybody's

favorite heroine, having saved her
beloved space station from the evil plot

destroy it.

Now, a year later, Xenon is at the top
of her game.

She can go absolutely anywhere, do
absolutely anything in her space

day. and is a trusted member of the
crew.

However, Xenon is also 15 years old, and
everything in her Stellanarius

life is about to change.

Forever.

Are you sure he won't get in trouble for
this?

You're forgetting, Nev. I'm still
cashing in on those hero major chips I

busting Inky, Windham, and Lux.

Uh -oh! Sniper! Let's rocket!

Hey!

Will you ice?

How? We're about to be caught in a Class
4 restricted zone.

Zenon?

Nebula?

You're keeping out of trouble, I hope.

Of course, Commander Plank. Enjoy your
day. You too, kid.

Repairs underway.

Sector 5.

Let's go.

How thermo is this?

They actually let you play around in
here?

No one's complained so far.

Most of this junk, snooze central.

But I was checking out this one monitor
the other day, and I accidentally

invented a new game.

You want to play?

Sure. Great.

Ah, here it is. Okay, this is what you
gotta do.

You move that mouse to make your bar go
up and down.

See?

Okay. Then you gotta try and trap the
little blips before they go off and go

into the bigger area.

Okay. Isn't that so stellar?

Okay, let's go.

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

Okay,

here we go.

Good, you're doing good.

This is so much fun.

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

Okay, this is so much fun.

See,

that's my point. Isn't this so much fun?

Commander I've been talking to some of
the crew, and I've got to be honest,

they're worried.

Look, I've been hearing all the same
rumors you are, but until something's

substantiated, we have to continue with
standard operating procedures.

Look, we've gone to the... Something
wrong, Lieutenant?

Stanis, nobody has a key but me.

See ya.

What's wrong?

He dumped me.

Greg? I mean, it's not like I expected
that we'd be together forever.

I'm not a moron major, but... He dumped
me.

How is that possible?

I bet Margie had something to do with
this.

I'm not sure how, but she's down there
and I'm up here, and she's probably been

plotting to get Gregory to jettison me
and pay attention to her.

Either way, it's pretty hard to keep up
a relationship with somebody who lives

180 ,000 miles away. Ask Plank and your
Aunt Judy. I know, I know. It's just

easier to be the dumper than the dumpy.

Well, look at the upside.

All the time you've been spending zap
-patting Greg can now be used to take

further advantage of your free run of
the space day.

Xenon, I'm sorry, but after your little
incident this morning, I am revoking

your restricted zone roaming pass.

finally hand in your RZRP to my office,
ASAP, there is one more aspect of your

punishment we need to discuss in person.

Look, we may have reached a greater
understanding after your heroics with

Wyndham and Lutz, but I still have to
maintain my authority around here, and

Xenon, you emptied out my entire office,
and I lost my favorite shoe.

I said I was sorry, Major.

I heard you.

Commander, I didn't mean any harm.

Tell that to my desk.

Commander, I really did not mean to
empty all the furniture in your office.

I'm sure you didn't see that. I
seriously thought it was just a video

Nevertheless, I firmly believe that the
discipline of working down here in the

alien patrol lab will be good for you.

Now, truth be told, you'll be performing
a mission of mercy.

Your poor friend Orion has been working
down here for five full years. You know

how many signals he's picked up in all
that time? None.

Yeah. Zip, zero, zilch.

And I still have hope.

Let's get real. To assume we are the
only units in space, I mean, that is not

only ludicrous, it's so arrogant.

I personally call it rudicrous.

Can you tell that he doesn't get a whole
lot of human interaction down here? Oh,

yeah. I had no human contact, and then
again, no alien contact. I'm all alone,

and not without hope.

Now, look, in my hardly humble opinion,
bidirectional telemetry is only a matter

of time.

You know?

Come in, come in. You know?

Okay.

Orion, I'm finally taking some pity on
you.

Xenon's being assigned to a month of
three -hour evening shifts with a six

day on Saturdays.

See, that's so penis, Commander. You can
do your homework. You can catch up on a

zap post. You simply need to be here.

But why? You said nobody's ever gotten
any kind of signal from anywhere. Oh,

whoa, whoa.

Yet.

But what if...

Today, silence turns to tomorrow's
thunderous call from the void.

Look, no lie, just last week, I
uncovered evidence of a new planet that

formed a mere 20 AU from Gamma Pictoris.

Yeah, see?

Well, I've got to get back to the
command deck.

Orion, you show her the ropes, you get
her acclimated, then Xenon, I expect you

to report back down here at 1900 hours,
tonight.

What?

Okay,

you ready for your tour?

Okay, look, first thing you gotta know
about are... Excuse me.

First thing you gotta know about are
these babies.

Look, if they ever start rotating at an
accelerated speed, you come over here

and you sound the red alert.

Alien signal!

Alien signal!

Alien signal!

Alien signal!

Alarm. Ah, congratulations, Z. You just
survived your first shift.

You're in comprehension mode minor, Mom.

Watching coal turn to diamonds would be
more stimulating.

Well, the month will be over before you
know it.

like me and greg no what happened oh you
know i got the standard it's not you

it's me i'd just rather be friends don't
worry i'm not so squashed but still

i know honey i mean greg ap duty
anything else

Since his return from Microbes'
triumphant concert in space, Protozoa

been seen in public, nor has he been in
a recording studio.

While rumors of retirement are spreading
like an oil flake, no one inside

Protozoa's camp is willing to confirm or
deny anything.

So for now, all we can do is watch,
wait, and wonder. What would life

Protozoa be like for his legions of
loyal fans?

See, this appears he can't be doing
this. Why is he doing this?

He is not doing this.

He's on a break. A vacation.

Something. What in the universe is going
on these days, Mom?

Attention. All hands to the mess hall
for an emergency briefing.

Repeat. All hands to the mess hall for
an emergency briefing.

Look,

team.

I'm sorry. I know you're all upset.

Me too.

But let's face it.

We knew someone would step in to fill
the void left by the collapse of WinCom.

I just never imagined it would be the U
.S. military.

The military?

Yeah, what, excuse me, what does it mean
having the military arrive to take

charge of us? All right, first we're
setting up a squad to assess the

and contribution of each module.

Following that evaluation, some space
station components could be detached and

jettisoned. Please,

please, please, if that occurs.

Certain personnel might be reassigned to
Earth, but any speculation in that

direction is premature.

Why are they even coming up at all? What
do they want? As near as I can

understand it, there's concern that some
sectors of our station are

deteriorating at a rate rapid enough to
pose a threat to the remainder of the

base. Are they considering shutting us
down altogether?

To the best of my limited knowledge,
absolutely not. Look, the most prudent

thing we can all do is relax.

I know. I know it's hard, but we're
professionals, and if we can just wait

General Hammond to arrive, I think
everything will be explained to you.

Mom, Dad?

Xenon, I know your mother has an
incredible fear of flies, and an even

acute fear of birds, but any decisions
regarding who stays and who goes won't

up to me. But you're going to have some
kind of opinion, right? These military

guys can't judge us. They don't even
know us. General Hammond and his team

arrived in the transport lounge.

The first words out of his mouth were,
he wants to see you ASAP. All right,

him report to my office.

Actually, sir, I was entrusting Xenon.

Whenever I have a vital, formidable
mission to assign, I look for the best

or young woman for the job.

In doing my research for this
assignment, one name came to me from

quarter.

Yours.

Slaughtering Major, General.

Whatever your need, I'm your girl.

It's not often someone my age gets to
serve her country under the command of

such a noble and gifted leader.

You request it, I'm in.

spacewalking, duck crawling, undercover
ops. I need you to be responsible for

the care and comfort of my precious
daughter.

Margie?

Margie, girl.

Welcome. Since you've had a long,
grueling flight, I want you to get to

quarters and take a nap until evening
mess.

But, Daddy, why?

I'm not in the least bit tired.

I wanted to visit with Enon.

An order is an order.

All right, all right, all right. Let's
just order rescinded. Promise me you'll

get some rest later.

Did I mention that Gregory said to say
hi?

Only, let's see, was it five or six
times?

Trey Viral, he broke up with you.

Are you pancaked?

I'll survive.

Look, Margie, if your dad wants me to
babysit you, fine, I will babysit you.

up here, you are on my turf.

Says who?

If Daddy's the commander of your ship,
and let's face it, I've got Daddy

wrapped.

Wouldn't you sort of say that puts me in
charge?

How fabulous would this look on me? Can
I borrow it? No!

I mean, I haven't even worn it yet. It
just arrived from the virtual mall this

morning. Let me ask you something.

You fully love living up here in space,
right?

So?

So, if you're not Mondo nice to me...
I'll tell Daddy I don't think you cars

deserve to stay on this station.

Linus Lapidus, you think your father's
going to reassign us just because you

tell him to?

Want to find out?

Um, no.

That's okay.

Let's just make this simple.

You be super, super sweet to me, and
everything will be fine.

I'm getting it. It's like her sole
mission in life is to send me into

mode major.

She only gets under your skin because
you let her sleep.

I can't help it. Do you know she booked
me to do her nails this afternoon?

So? We give each other manicures all the
time.

Her toenails.

Ink -o -rama.

Tell her no way.

Why? So she can call up daddy and order
him to send my family packing?

Negative. They already closed down
module four.

Link's family and the nameys are out
tomorrow on the morning shuttle.

Whoa. So it's really happening.

Yeah, but you know what? It's not going
to happen to us. I'll go along with

Margie's little games if that's what she
wants, but I will not roll over and

play dead.

Mike here. Commander, it's me, Xenon.
I'm in the AP lab.

What is it?

You need to rocket over here.

Warp speed.

Well, there is a slight spike on the
graph, but there could be a hundred

different reasons for that.

You know, it's true, Z.

I mean, with every country in the world
sending up satellites into space, we're

always picking up interference of some
kind.

What'd you hear?

Was it some sort of fuzzy, crackling,
static -like noise?

No, it was a very specific and very
distinct... Look, Z, I'm the first one

want to believe you, but there is
nothing here.

So we're just going to forget about it?
All right.

Let's just go with simple logic.

For as long as this space station has
been in orbit, for as long as mankind

monitored the skies, no one has ever
gotten even the tiniest indication that

there was any sort of intelligent life
out there.

Xena, I assigned you this duty to keep
you out of trouble.

And that's all.

No one expects you to find aliens.

You believe me, right, Mom?

I believe you believe you heard
something.

But it could have been a billion things,
honey. You know, a computer hiccup, a

power surge. Something in the air duct,
sounding like it came from the monitor.

Dad, you of all people should believe
me.

You're always the one yakking to me
about opening my mind, believing the

impossible, pushing the limits.

Absolutely, Z.

But... Don't get mad at me for saying
this, but you've been having a pretty

lousy few days.

Margie, Greg, protozoa disappearing.

Don't you think it's possible you could
have...

Invented this signal just to put
yourself back in the spotlight.

Dad! Nobody would blame me for it. How
pathetic major do you think I am?

I heard a thumb.

Got any calls from outer space today,
Xena?

Next you'll be saying extraterrestrial
alien homework.

Sounds like too much time alone in the
AP lab scrambled your brain.

That's all you want, clown boys. But
when the aliens finally do arrive...

I'll probably eat the doubters first.

I can't believe you guys have never seen
one.

Isn't it fabulous?

Clear, clear. You've got to see this.

It doesn't exist or anything.

It's wired into a totally unlimited
catalog of movies you can upload by

a button. It even has Romeo and Juliet
on Mars.

One and two.

In fact, we were all about to go over to
my place and watch it. Do you want to

come?

Oh, wait.

What time is it?

6 .55.

Too bad.

You can't. You've got to go to the AP
lab.

Wouldn't want to miss any calls from
your alien pals.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Zum you later.

Margie, let me just say one thing.

Hello. Daddy?

Go if you want to.

Really? I mean, you have to go to the AP
lab, right? It's not like you and I can

hang out.

Nebula?

Go watch the movie. Okay, Thea.

Zoom.

Zoom.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, come on. Is anybody out here?

Something wrong?

Another zoom?

Well, kind of. Only higher.

Zoom. Zoom.

Well... That is what our monitor alarm
sounds like, Xena. No zoom or zoom

But, Commander, I... What's all the
excitement here? You are not going to

believe this. Absolutely nothing, sir.

Xena, you're not hearing alien voices
again, I hope? Oh, no, sir. Not voices.

Signals. Zooms.

You know, Commander, if all these
instruments are...

Suddenly zooming, clearly indicating
major malfunction.

And then perhaps this module should be
the next one considered for

No, no, no, nothing's malfunctioning. I
heard what I heard, honest.

Even though the graph spikes clearly
indicate nothing more than normal

interference. Cetus Lapidus, just
because I can't explain it doesn't mean

not true.

Let it go, Xenon.

In fact, I think it would be better if
we suspended the rest of your assignment

up here.

Xenon. You're done. As in banned for
life?

From this moment on, you are under
direct orders to stay out of this lab.

No matter what.

Attention space station residents.

The jettisoning of Module 7 will occur
at 1700 hours today.

In anticipation of the tremor -like jolt
associated with the separation, all

personnel should report to designated
secure areas at that time.

We've been here less than a week, and
already these soldiers are about to

carving up our space station like med
students on a cadaver.

Dad,

why are they jettisoning modules anyway?

As far as I can figure, Windham and
Lutz's sabotage effort knocked our

out of its intended orbit.

If any of the older, more vulnerable
components push us farther out of whack,

our entire base could come crashing down
to Earth.

Well, going to Earth the normal way
isn't terrifying enough. We have to

about crashing down.

This means by the end of the day,
another piece of our home's going to be

Are we just going to sit here and take
this?

What do you propose we do?

I don't know.

But I'll think of something.

When heard from your lips, Z, those are
the most terrifying words in the galaxy.

Just wonderful.

You see this?

Where he put me?

This is how much authority I have around
here.

Hammond takes my office.

And I, Commander Muffin Broom, get to
operate from a utility closet.

Isn't that more of a reason to fight
back?

You fully love living in space,
remember?

This is where we're meant to be.

Is it?

I'm starting to wonder if we wouldn't
all be better off back on Earth.

Be done with the constant hassles, the
perpetual fights to stay afloat.

I could marry Judy.

I could get a normal job.

I wouldn't have to be in charge of
anything for a while.

See this, Lapidus? This is not... you
talking, Commander Plank? Did my aliens

take over your body or something?

Your aliens?

I think they're half the reason
Hammond's pushing ahead with this.

All that talk of visitors from another
planet makes it seem like a bunch of

space kooks.

My mom says that everybody's calling her
the girl who cried alien.

You'll have to come along. It's so
fabulous. You'll love it. Oh, good.

are. Not now, Margie.

I need you to do my history report on
the stock market crash of 2006.

Daddy's testing a new commuter pod, and
he's taking me in Nevalon. Isn't that so

fun? Margie says they're really
fabulous.

What?

Forget it. Forget it. Forget everything.
In fact, why don't you just forget we

were ever friends?

Can you wait here for a second?

I guess.

Please tell me why you're acting so
inky.

Fabulo, Nebula, I can't believe you used
her word. It slipped out, okay? Do you

want to laser zap me for it? I'm sorry.

What's this really about?

She's a pain major, Neb. To you, maybe.

Do I have to hate her just because you
do? You would if you were really my BF.

Zeno, that's not fair.

You've been so caught up in this whole
alien thing, I've hardly even seen you.

I'm just hanging around Margie because
it's something to do. Fine. Go with her

and ride the inky commuter pod. I hope
you have a fabulo time.

if they think I'm a lunatic major.

I heard what I heard and I can't change
that.

They can ridicule me and blame me.

I fully know I'm right about this.

I can't even win at Solar Solitaire
anymore.

I wish I had never been sent to that
stupid AP

lab in the first place.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Whoa.

Thanks for coming down, Orion.

You're the only potential believer I
could think to share this with.

I want you to hear something.

How much would I love you to tell me
it's not more Zombs? But it is. Except

time it came down on my zap pad.

Don't ask how, but it just did.

Are you referring aliens sent you that?

Why?

Cetus Lapidus, don't you get it?

They're not trying to contact anyone on
the space thing.

The aliens want to meet protozoa.

I don't think you realize how big this
might be. I mean, it is gargantuan. No,

it is gazillion. I'm seriously sure that
we need to roll our plank. Orion,

listen to me.

Both Plank and Hammond so don't want to
hear about the aliens right now, so I'm

kind of thinking we should keep this to
ourselves.

to secure areas immediately.

The jettisoning of Sector 7 will begin
in one minute.

Great. Here we go again.

I think it is ludicrous times ten how
they are just blasting away our home bit

by bit.

The way things are going, I have to
expect to look out the window and see a

gigantist interstellar wrecking ball.

Jettisoning to occur in five, four...

Come on, what?

You're not speaking to me.

You won't listen to me.

You're so fully inked out over that
silly little fight we had.

We're BFs for life.

Okay, fine.

Be friends with Margie if that's what
you want.

I don't care.

I just want to know how we're ever going
to get past this if you won't tell me

what's truly tweaking you.

We got tapped.

What? No.

No, no, no. They cannot send you to
Earth.

They are.

All my parents' experiments were being
done on Sector 12, and that's the next

one to go.

We're booked to leave on the shuttle
tomorrow afternoon.

But we're a pair. We're a team. From
hatch to dispatch. I know. Why didn't

tell me sooner, Neb? Well, you were so
mad at me, I didn't think you'd care.

About some stupid crimes minor?

Neb, this is crisis mode extreme.

I hope you don't expect me to just sit
here and take this.

Well, what are we going to do?

Well, think of something.

I don't care how many foreign enemies he
has, General Hammond has never been to

war with Sinan Karr.

Are you sure this is going to work? What
could possibly go wrong?

Tell me about 479 things I could think
of. What if those signals were really

from outer space?

They were!

What if Hammond goes into global
meltdown over your scheme and dumps six

sectors just to be inked?

Nobody ever achieved greatness without
risk, Nebula.

Besides, when you're as low on the
popular poll as I am, the only way you

is up.

Look, our stuff.

Can you believe it? We're really going.

What am I going to do without you?

How am I going to survive on Earth?

Hey, at least it's not as gaseous as we
used to imagine it to be.

The food, the food is Lunarius.

The second you get there, you have to
order a bacon double mushroom onion

cheeseburger and dedicate it to me.

Don't forget to try the O -ring.

We tried to get Xenon to come down with
us, but she said it was just too, you

know, painful. Oh, we understand.
Believe me.

Nebula was in tears all morning.

Those military clowns had some idea what
they were doing to all of us. They

couldn't care less.

You got that right. Well, let me just
say that if and when we get tapped,

hear me kicking and screaming all the
way down there on Earth.

The only thing Astrid hates more than
flying is Earth itself.

Attention. All Earth -bound passengers
must now board the shuttle in

for departure.

I'm going to miss you, baby.

You just have to leave as soon as you
get settled, okay?

Okay. Bye.

I really hope Z's going to come through
this all right. I have faith.

My daughter's never been one to take
things lying down.

About time, Houdini.

What took you so long? I skipped from my
box a full two minutes ago.

Margie!

What are you doing here? Are you trying
to ruin everything?

I can't believe this. Were you spying on
me? Did you tap my zap pad? What? What

in the cosmos are you trying to prove?

Maybe I got tired of you being the one
to always fly off and have the macro

adventures.

Maybe I wanted a glory moment major for
myself for once.

Although,

I wish I would have known that I was
going to get so sweaty and gross in that

icky trunk.

Do I look dreadful?

Margie, this isn't some stupid, silly
field trip. I came down here to try and

stop your dad from slicing up my home
like salami.

By chasing aliens that probably don't
even exist? Forget it!

Am I supposed to pick you up somewhere?
Am I in trouble?

What in the world is going on? Breathe,
Andrew.

It's okay.

Hey.

I'll explain everything.

And nobody wants to believe me, even
though I know the aliens are real.

not only did they signal me twice in the
AP lab, but who else could contact my

zap pad after I fully shut it down?

Oh. It's aliens. Of course it's aliens.

It was only a matter of time.

Do you seriously believe that? As sure
as I believe my name is Judy Kling,

I do.

Most days.

I mean, how could there not be other
life out in the endless expanse? What

we, a planet of egomaniacs?

I have believed in aliens since I was
your age, even younger dollface.

I'm the most delinerious grown -up ever.

So will you help us?

Please. With a mission this tricky,
Major, we can use all the support we can

get.

Okay. Yes!

Let's think.

No one's seen Protozoa in months. His
own manager's been on the flat screen

saying he has no idea where he is.

What if the aliens aren't trying to find
Protozoa?

What if they have him?

Excuse me?

You know, what if they did some kind of
a, like an alien abduction, and now

they're just trying to bring him back?

Do you seriously think a UFO could swoop
down, swipe up one of the most mega

-famous guys on the planet, and then
zoom away without anyone seeing them?

Negatory, Marge.

No, he's here.

He's just in recluse mode extreme.

I'll rate Miss Never wrong about
anything.

If his own friends and family can't find
him, how will we?

How else do you find a missing rock
star?

Study his lyrics.

Yeah, and this would help.

How? Great writers write about what they
know. And if it's a person or a place

they really love, it shows up in their
stuff all the time.

Like, what's his greatest hit? I know, I
know.

Supernova Girl.

Impressive major, Aunt Judy.

There was also Nova Nights, and Perfect
Dream had a line in it about the Nova of

my heart.

So he's a Nova freak.

What does that prove?

Go with me here.

What else does he talk about a lot?

He always writes about love.

Who doesn't, Margie?

Think specifics.

Okay, doesn't he mention some Linda girl
in a ton of songs?

Cetus Lapidus, Margie! You're a genius
major!

So what else is new?

What'd I say this time?

Aunt Judy, doesn't Linda mean something
in Spanish?

Beautiful. I'm pretty sure.

Linda Nova.

Noble Linda. Hmm.

What are you doing? This is it! This is
it!

As my manager, lads, you should
understand better than anybody that

undeniably fantastic as me should be
doing only undeniably fantastic things.

after being the first rock legend in
outer space, what's left?

What's next?

Well, I can't run for president. You got
a silly rule about having to actually

be born in America and the Pope's out.

I heard that you have to actually be a
Catholic.

So you see my dilemma, Lester.

If I can't find new heights to hit, then
I'd just rather be a Havana cabana boy

than be a burnout.

Sellout was once, isn't now, but still
fabulous looking rock star.

I am definitely going to be thrown out
of adulthood for letting you two go off

alone like this. Worry down, Aunt Judy.
We're going to be fine.

We have a map, a compass, bug repellent
major.

Plus, I was a galaxy scout for a few
years.

I normally took one of Daddy's soldiers
along to help me do all the yucky stuff.

But we're older now, and wiser, and
fully ready to handle anything.

Bye.

These icky little pricker thingies in my
ankles!

And what would you like me to do,
Margie? Carry you?

Oh no! No, no, no, no, no! See?

That's where I fully draw the line!

Scene on!

See ya!

Hey, wait!

I hate this!

Hate it!

People were intended to be outdoors and
they never would have invented houses!

I'm not. If you're going to stop, Dad,
you should at least warn a girl.

Fine. You want a big adventure?

Go right ahead of me.

Right.

Why?

Margie? Hello.

Are you here?

the time you get this, Daddy, I'll be on
Earth with a scene on. It wasn't my

idea, I swear.

She forced me.

I know she seems harmless, but ever
since this whole alien mania thing, I'm

afraid she's losing it. She said she'd
make my life a living death major or

worse if I didn't go along with her.

I love you, Daddy.

I'll contact you the second I can.

Bye, Ness.

Just walk around it. There's no other
way through. Well, we can't just stand

here until we turn into statues. Can't
you knock it down or something?

Why don't you go do it?

What if it's poisonous?

Oh, so you'd rather me get bitten.

Obviously.

All day. Don't you think I should just
go and check on her? What happened

earlier when you knocked?

She hollered at me to go away.

Oh, sweetie, when you were her age,
being kicked around the way Z's been,

weren't your parents the last people you
wanted to deal with?

Leave her alone. She'll be fine by the
morning.

I don't know what in the name of Neptune
your daughter thought she was doing,

but if she harms one hair on my Margie's
head... General Hammond, what are you

talking about?

I'm supposed to believe that you have no
idea that Xenon went gallivanting off

to Earth, forcing my Margie to go with
her?

That's impossible.

She's downstairs in her bedroom.

I will be out soon.

Go away.

Bye, guys.

I bet you're probably wondering where
your darling daughter is.

How do you do it? How do you always do
it?

Years of practice.

I'll never pull it off.

I'll never be the hero of this training.

You try too hard.

Relax, you know? Be yourself.

Don't try and be me.

What in the galaxy is so funny?

I can't tickle. I can't move.

Never send an amateur to do a job that
requires a pro.

No, Martha, don't!

Oh, great, now I'm stuck, too.

Why didn't you warn me? I tried!

I thought it was one of your stupid
tricks. And that's my fault?

Well, well, well.

Why have I managed to snare?

Xenon car?

The first two signals came to me when I
was in our alien patrol lab. The last

one came to me when I was in our living
quarters, so I put them together.

Just listen.

Are you fully hearing this?

They're fully imitating you, isn't that
so stellar?

They're way obviously dying to meet you.

Of course they are, love, it wouldn't
be.

All right, darling.

She's fine.

So are you coming with us?

Come where?

To space, so we can work out this little
rendezvous.

Xenon, Xenon, I've done the space thing.
Remember?

The whole reason why I'm hiding out here
is to rack my brain for new challenges.

Hello?

Protozoa. First rock star ever to sing
for alien beings from another galaxy.

Please tell me how you can get more
unique major than that.

Oi, oi, oi, pack my space suit. All I
need to know is when do we leave?

You know, it's hard to believe, but Z
has actually topped herself with this

I hope she checks in soon, for
everybody's sake.

And what was Judy thinking, jumping
right in to support this lunacy?

Sometimes Judy gets so caught up in
being the fun aunt, she doesn't always

her best judgment. Mark, if we do get
reassigned to Earth... It's not going to

happen, hon. But if it does, I mean, I'm
sorry, but everything about living down

there terrifies me.

This has been our home for so long. It's
so familiar and protected.

And it's where we belong, I know.

But if we absolutely have to make the
change...

We will.

Being a family isn't about our address.
It's about getting through whatever we

have to face.

Together.

Let's go to work.

Excuse us.

Step aside, please. Sorry, sir.

I'm here on orders from General Hammond.
You and Mrs. Carr are under house

arrest. What?

What? Until your daughter returns with
Hammond's daughter, you two are to

confined to your quarters. We have to
get down to our lab. We have some very

important experiments in progress. I am
sorry, sir.

My orders were quite clear. You are not
permitted to leave these premises under

any circumstances until notified
otherwise.

No, I... Oh!

Genon! Genon, I'm writing. I'm actually
writing.

I haven't been able to scribble down a
single note since I fell into my bunk.

Mondo, glad to be of service here.

It's like my mom said, no fuel in the
belly, no fire in the brain.

What? I'm new at this.

Gemma usually does all the cooking in
space.

Need a guest.

You know what, love, though?

Something I'm a little bit curious
about. If your aliens were so fixated on

meeting me, why didn't they just beam
down to Nova Linda and look me up?

Maybe they saw that last century movie,
Chip E .T.

She speaks.

Yeah. And as soon as they land, creepy
government official guys with lots of

keys would try to catch them and
experiment on them, or attack them and

them up, or lock them up in alien zoo.

Now, meeting us in space?

Much safer.

Well then, that brings me on to another
huge question.

Outer space is a pretty enormous
expanse, if I recall.

How are we supposed to have any idea
where to hook up with them?

Access denied.

Right after they sent the first message
directly to me, Orion said he suspected

they also downloaded all kinds of
information, but I haven't figured out

get it.

Access denied.

Access granted.

See the little penis? Look!

We definitely know it's a map, Orion.

I just don't know how to read it. Okay,
can you upload it to me?

I can try.

You do that. I'll see if I can match any
of their coordinates to ours. I'll get

back to you ASAP. Great.

How does she do it?

You have to, Margie. That's all there is
to it. You have to.

You expect me to call Daddy, ask him to
send us a shuttle to fly into oblivion

to go meet aliens?

He'll blow a gasket.

I'm sure he's already dying to toss you
in the brig after kidnapping me.

Kidnapping you?

Well, I had to tell him something.

He would have gotten all red -faced mad
at me if he thought I'd flown off just

to have an adventure.

Oh, so once again, I'm the expendable
one.

Exactly. But I thought you had him oh
-so -totally wrapped.

About something.

Look, you fully have to convince him to
let us use the shuttle.

End of story.

The aliens are waiting, Margie, and if
we can show the world that our space

aid's responsible for contacting other
life forms, then maybe they'll stop

tearing it apart and leave us alone.

Come on, Margie, you can do it. I know
you can.

No, no, that's where you're wrong.

Technology and I have never gotten
along. All I'm asking you to do is call

father. That's it.

Protezo and I will be right here rooting
for you.

The true nature of our mission... Hello,
Daddy?

...has been kept secret in order to
avoid widespread panic...

Daddy? As soon as we've relocated all
space station personnel to Earth by the

end of next week, we can jettison the
remaining sectors. All that will be left

is the central core.

So the decision to scrap the old girl is
definite, sir?

Ah, whatever. Windham and Lutz did. It's
caused this craft to drift so far out

of orbit that the natural decomposition
process has increased tenfold.

Ah, if we don't act hard, this entire
base could drop out of the sky like

Dorothy's farmhouse.

Bottom line.

Tell this history.

How did you tap into this?

How should I know? I told you I'm a
master of disaster at all this.

I could hear him. He just couldn't hear
me. Can you believe this? They're not up

there to unload a few sectors in my
space day.

They're going to dismantle the whole
thing.

I'm telling you what Xenon heard Hammond
telling Hart. If we don't jump in and

do something drastic, your entire space
station is going to be history, and

soon. All right.

Look, suppose I could...

To take off after a pack of protozoa
-loving aliens.

Exactly how am I supposed to know where
to go? Are you ready for this one?

The alien sent Xenon a map.

They what?

It's true. She uploaded it to Orion.

No one down here knew how to read it.
But we're hoping that he'll have the

skills and the tools to decipher it.

Judy, sweetheart, do you have the
slightest idea how crazy this sounds?

do, but life is crazy.

Especially a life with Xenon.

Still, Edward, you have to admit that
she has this uncanny ability to be right

about these things.

Once I got this scale figured out, I
simply used their benchmark symbols of

Earth and Moon to calibrate their
distance units.

Then, I re -plotted those locations to
our standard -issue navigational chart.

Look, I mean, this is amazing, sir. It's
all lined up.

You know, Kander, Orion, do you believe
this map is legitimate?

What, sir?

If you get on a shuttle and you fly out
to the location indicated here, in my

hardly humble opinion, you are going to
find yourself face to face with

extraterrestrials.

There you are.

Did you talk to... Plank, did it get the
shuttle? Is he coming?

No word yet.

Oh, because I was thinking.

What am I doing?

If I confide in you, you'll sooner or
later find some way to use it against

Why do you hate me?

What are you talking about?

You're the one that hates me, remember?

You've been mean and sarcastic to me
since the last time I was on Earth.

Oh, that.

Don't you know that's just how I am?

You're fully ridiculous to take it
personally.

People do take it personally.

No one wants to be made fun of or picked
on.

Wait, are you actually saying people
listen to me?

Okay, my dad's been in the military my
whole life.

Do you know how many times we've moved?

How many schools I've gone to?

And every time, it's like macro hard to
start over.

I'm... I mean...

I don't try to be a jerk.

I just don't know how to fit in.

Unlike you, who pops in anywhere and
instant popularity extreme.

Yeah, but I always wind up with everyone
looking to me for fun, adventure, and

answers.

Like now.

What if I'm wrong about this whole alien
thing? What if I get Plank into a lot

of trouble for taking that shuttle?

I've already got my parents under house
arrest. My mom is burning through one

stress helmet after another.

fully blowing an O -ring about
relocating to Earth, and... Everybody's

pressures in their life, Margie.

If you want to make some real friends,
start by learning you're not the only

person in the galaxy with problems.

I know it's a huge adjustment, honey,
but couldn't you try to find something

smile about?

Like what?

I've seen pictures of prisons that
weren't as depressing as this apartment.

We're only here until we get our whole
job situation sorted out.

Why don't you try to go outside today?

Explore a little.

Every time I step out that door, there's
either a hover car or an ohm cycle or a

wham board trying to run me over. The
air is inky brown. The food tastes like

plastic. I want to go home.

Don't we all?

But, since that's currently not an
option, you might as well give this

chance. It can be quite lovely if you're
open to it. Most of the people are

incredibly warm and welcoming.

Hello, ma 'am. Is this the home of
Nebula Wade? Yes. Who are you?

Captain Rand Wills, United States
Intergalactic Patrol. I was dispatched

General Hammond. To do what? To
interview your daughter and find out

knows about the current whereabouts of
Xenon Carr.

Excuse me for interrupting, General. Do
you have a minute?

No, please. Come in.

I have a slightly embarrassing personal
favor to ask you, sir.

My girlfriend down on Earth has really
been nagging me to visit her. And truth

be told, I've been missing her terribly.

Would you permit me to pilot the
departing transport shuttle this

I deliver our returning crew members,
spend a brief 24 hours with Judy, and be

back up here by midday Monday.

If you can spare me, that is, sir.

I don't see why that couldn't work,
Commander.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, General. I can't
tell you how much I... We appreciate

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't think I can impress upon you how
imperative it is that we find Miss Carr

as soon as possible.

Listen, I told you everything I know.
She came down here to find Protozoa.

Would this be a reference to the
renowned rock musician who's been absent

public view of Lee? That's the guy.

Precisely how did Miss Carr intend to
discover his whereabouts?

Mister, Zeno and I have been friends our
whole lives, and I'm still way clear

-minded on how she does anything.

That's amazing, Aunt Judy!

He's coming down! He is actually coming
down!

How'd you pull it off, Aunt Judy? That's
a miracle major!

Just so you know how much I love and
believe in you.

Before he'd even talked to Hammond,
Edward made me agree to brave my fears

come back with you guys for a visit in
space.

Did you hear that? Aunt Judy did it! We
got a shuttle. Plank's going to pilot us

to meet the aliens.

Where are we hooking up with him?

Carlson Beach. You guys need to get
there as soon as possible, but make sure

that you stay out of sight.

Why? What's up?

Well, Nebula called to say that Hammond
has a patrol down here searching for

you, checking anywhere and everywhere
that you guys might be.

Oh, stellar.

Have they shown up at your place yet?

Not yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter
of time.

Revise that. Pretty sure that the time
is now.

Did you hear that, guys? It's happening!
It's really

happening! We're going to space to meet
the aliens!

Thought I heard footsteps inside.

Doesn't seem like anybody's here.

Guess we might as well take off.

Oh, man, you have zero idea how MD Green
I am. I mean, this is the real deal,

Commander. This is the trip I've spent
my whole life cogitating about.

I mean, you're actually getting to meet
extraterrestrials. Yes, well, I'm still

very skept... I'm still very skeptical
about this whole thing, Orion.

Hang on. You don't want to be rocketing
off to meet the aliens without your

navigational charts.

Thank you, Orion.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate
all your help.

Now, before the Yerhalahub arrives, I
have to ask you one thing. You do know

you're only going to be in space a few
days, right?

I've seen luggage stores with less
luggage.

Let me remind you, ladies, that staying
as fabulous looking as I am requires

mega attention to detail.

This is ridiculous.

Hammond won't even take my zap pad calls
anymore.

How long do you think he's going to keep
us locked up in here?

Not one minute after Zee and Margie get
back.

Do you really think Plank is going to
get away with flying them out to find

aliens?

Actually, folks, funny you should
mention that.

Petis and Judy, what happened to you?

You have no idea what a rush it is to
ditch a couple of G -men.

My poor heart is pounding faster than a
hummingbird's.

Have we heard from Xenon yet? They're
back from Nova Linda Cove and they're

headed for Carson Beach. Oh, great.

Before we go, would you mind terribly if
maybe I washed up a little bit? Of

course not. Come on.

I don't think you have any idea of what
an unmitigated disaster this is turning

into, Xenon.

We're under house arrest. Plank is now
under full military arrest. As much as

want to support you in this, honey,

to think that maybe you ought to
surrender to Hammond's patrol and come

And fully forget about the aliens?

We can't.

What if they're in some kind of trouble
out there in East Nothingsville?

What if that's why they contacted us in
the first place?

Z, listen to us. There comes a time when
we have to be practical. Now, the

bottom line reality is, Plank is the
only one on our side who has the ability

fly a shuttle.

Actually, Daddy, I think you're
forgetting someone.

Aye, aye.

I can't. Mark, I... I... I can't.

I... And it's not a question of not
wanting to. It's just... It's simply...

just... I... I can't. All right.

Then don't.

But Zee and her aliens... I have to
admit, it would be thrilling.

Not to mention historical.

Why couldn't you be the pilot in the
family? I mean, you'd go out there in a

heartbeat, wouldn't you?

When did I turn into such a big fat
chicken?

I used to love flying.

I loved adventure.

Sinan doesn't get it all from you, you
know. I do know.

You were a wild woman. So what happened?

We had a kid.

Suddenly the stakes changed.

But she wants me to do it. I mean, she
wants me to do this more than anyone.

Sure she does, honey.

But in the end, the only one who can
make the decision is you.

directions exactly, right?

So where are they?

Worry down, Aunt Judy.

I'm sure they'll be here any minute.

Are you sure you know where you're going
around?

Well, trust me. I studied the ship's
navigational charts a hundred times.

What?

This way.

You sure?

I... I really don't think I'm capable of
flying a shuttle at this point, Orion.

I'm telling you, Mrs. K, it's fine. I
won't have to.

What? What do you mean? With Hammond's
men on High Elder, we are never going to

get a shuttle out of here.

So, you are going to be flying this.

Pick your spot to land.

Seriously, Peter's Aunt Judy. No one's
told you yet? Tell me what?

What happened?

Okay, no reason to go into meltdown
mode, but... Plank got caught with a

navigational charge. Hammond threw him
into military jail.

Hammond's going on the mega warpath. And
if I'm wrong about this whole alien

thing, it could be disaster extreme.

But sweat mine, Aunt Judy, because I'm
fully sure everything's going to be just

fine. But if Edward isn't piloting the
ship, who is?

Anything's more terrifying to me than
taking off is landing.

I, uh, I really don't think I can do it.

Look, I don't want to be unsupported for
anything, Mrs. Cabot.

Maybe you should have thought of that
before we took off.

We're the United States military, Will.
She's a 15 -year -old girl.

How hard can she possibly be to find?

It's harder than we thought, sir.

Well, we would have found her by now if
I was down there. I would be in firm

control.

What is it, Hart?

Sir, about the maintenance scowl that we
seem to have misplaced, we located it

on approach back to Earth.

fear major and recent experience minor,
where do you suppose you got the

courage? From you, Dolphie.

It's true.

You constantly push all of us into
places we never ever in a million years

thought we could go.

I can see you, kid.

Uh -oh.

Who's that?

I've got an idea, but let's not stick
around to find out.

Mom, we have to go. Now? I don't ever
get to catch my breath. I can do this.

I hate to tell you, Mom, but having me
as your kid, you haven't caught your

breath since I was born.

Target in sight.

What's happening? What's going on?

I don't think the thrusters have had a
proper chance to cool yet. I can't get

them to reignite.

We can do this.

Engage target.

Your wife.

And your girlfriend.

And your daughter. And my daughter. And
Orion. And a rock star.

Just to be clear, sir, Xenon's pal
Nebula is also on board. Do you even

inkling of what deep trouble you're all
in?

Flying an unauthorized mission across
the universe chasing phantoms?

Actually, sir, they've had an ongoing
signal from these phantoms.

who are apparently in some sort of
distress.

That is nonsense, Commander.

It's treason. And since it's also a very
risky and brave endeavor, and since we

all have people we love on that ship,
sir, maybe instead of assigning blame

punishment, we ought to focus on a way
of helping them achieve a safe return.

Sir?

I don't get it, Mom.

We're exactly where we're supposed to be
according to Orion's charts, right?

Well, if the aliens are there, then why
aren't they here?

Well, the trouble is, converting their
measurements to ours doesn't mean the

calculations were precise.

I mean, even a variance of a few degrees
on paper could mean thousands of miles

out here in space.

We are going to find them, aren't we? I
mean, we'll just fly around out here

until they show up? We can't do that
forever, Z.

We have a finite fuel supply.

Limited provisions?

It's okay.

They're going to be here. I know it. I
have a feeling major in my bones.

Whatever ends up happening out here,
thank you.

For what?

Shaking me out of my cocoon.

Getting me to fly again, be out here
with you.

Honey, you've shown me that it's fine to
want to live a safe and sane life, but

sometimes we can get so safe, you
practically stop living.

See this little penis? I did all that.

Yeah, all that and more, believe me.

You know, when you're growing up and
thinking about someday having kids of

own, you spend lots of time imagining
all the things you want to show and

them, all the ways you'll guide and mold
them.

But I don't think anybody can possibly
anticipate the thousands of things your

children are going to teach you.

Fuel tanks in depletion zone.

Fuel tanks in depletion zone.

We're running out of fuel already?

Oh, no, don't worry.

Orion said that the auxiliary tanks he
put in are even larger than the main

tanks. Warning.

Auxiliary tanks empty.

Please reconnect to main tanks.

No, that's wrong. It has to be the
auxiliary tanks can't be empty. Fuel

depletion zone.

Please reconnect to main tanks.

Auxiliary tanks empty. Orion, did
everything appear normal when you

auxiliary tanks?

You did refill them, didn't you?

off the space station and have them send
a rescue ship? Quickly, quicker than

quickly. I mean, I know they're not
exactly thrilled with us, but they can't

want to leave us up here to die. I tried
calling, but there must be a meteor

shower in progress because all I got was
static. Of course, just a hawk, right?

Tell me one thing, do I look half as
hysterical as I feel? What, more so than

usual, you mean?

Folks, we also have another problem.
Before anyone can reach us, we're going

get sucked into the moon's gravitational
field.

Is that bad?

Ah, well, not until her ship goes
crashing down to the surface and

Oh, that's bad.

What are we going to do, Mrs. Carr?
Look, everyone, first of all, should

stay calm.

Are you sure?

Because I am really much better at
panicking. Panicking, I do very, very

Oh, I have always known that blasting
into an endless void was bad for one's

health. Oh, always.

So how did I end up here?

I'm afraid that's my fault, Aunt Judy.

See, little Peters, how did I get us
mixed up in this? It was a crazy mess.

on, come on, folks.

We can't die out here in space.

I ain't released my Greatest Hits chip
yet.

Give me a chance and buckle up.

What's happening? Exactly as Orion
predicted, the moon's gotten a hold of

We're going down.

My mom and dad went to the Milky Way and
all I got were these crummy humans.

They're not going to hurt us.

They're helping us.

You cannot be in a ship that beautiful
and be evil.

Look at it. It's the most stalinest
thing I have ever seen.

What if they try to come on board?

If they knock, do we open the door?

Maybe they'll go right through the door.

They are aliens, Margie, not ghosts.

Who is it?

Do we think it's... is it them?

I certainly think so.

See, little penis, did you see that? He
waved back.

Xenon, Xenon, please.

I am their idol. I do suppose it's me
they want to see.

Madam?

I bet you've got a million questions for
me, haven't you, you little beasties?

Well, I'm here.

I'm here and I'm available for
photographs.

Autographs or simply standing here.

Looking spectacular.

Have at me, darlings!

What if we were wrong?

What if it wasn't protozoa they were
after?

So then what do they want?

Well, there has to be some reason that
they worked so hard to get us all up

here.

Apparently, their ship's navigational
computer's gone into meltdown mode

They've been lost in space for the
equivalent of three Earth years.

They can't negotiate their way back home
without the help of working

instruments.

Honey, how do you know all that?

I don't know. It's like they jumped
inside my brain so I could speak for

something.

It kind of feels like... Whoa, hold on.
It's happening again.

If they could please upload the
information from our navigational

be happy to give us a towback to the
space day and be on their way home.

hey, hey, hey. If they're such highly
evolved, intelligent beings, why don't

they simply tap into our space station
mainframe and take the charge they need?

Taking without asking is not polite.

We are telling you exactly what Xenon's
app had in us.

Margie's with them. They're all safe.
They're on their way back. And if we

by, we are going to witness something
that is, and I quote, the most

event major of the 21st century.

There's something coming, sir. Is it the
maintenance cow? At this point, sir, it

looks like a flying rainbow.

It was amazing. It was beyond amazing.

As happy as I am to have you all safely
back home, I hope none of you assumes

this gets you off the hook.

You know, what you all seem to be
missing is aliens or no aliens, and I'm

not convinced that those little swirling
lights you talked about truly were

alien beings.

The fact remains, I was not set up here
to be some mustache -twirling villain. I

was simply sent to follow orders.

You know, this space station...

has drifted out of its prescribed orbit.

It is deteriorating at a dangerously
accelerated rate.

And the dismantling I began will
continue.

And all your little escapade has done is
to put several people whom you claim to

love into life -threatening jeopardy.

It was reckless.

It was selfish.

No, Daddy.

What Sinon did was brave and thrilling
and... Marjorie, Leslie Hammond, I...

you contradicting me?

Do you dare to argue with me?

Yes, Daddy.

I do.

I'm terribly sorry, but you're wrong.

Xenon did find aliens, and they spoke to
us through her. And we gave them the

navigational stuff that they needed, and
they gave us a tow home. And the whole

thing is so macro that the world needs
to know about it.

Proof, Margie.

What no one here seems to be offering is
proof.

Are we falling out of orbit? Uh,
actually, we're falling back into orbit.

Thank you.

and she so cleverly found me on Nova
Linda Cove.

I was a mess, full of problems, lost,
confused. I hadn't written a song in a

year. So she told me about these space
aliens, and she told me that they wanted

to contact me. But guess what? The sad
truth is they didn't care one whit about

me.

They picked up my transmission of my
concert in outer space and used that to

contact a true believer, Xenon.

Oh, it was quite a humbling experience,
actually. But you know what? It doesn't

matter because this episode has
revitalized me. So what if I'm not the

the universe?

I mean, look at me. I wanted new
challenges and I've gotten them.

I'm even playing weddings now.

So, to Commander and Mrs.

Edward Plank, and with credit to Xenon
for inspiration.

This song is for you.

Take me up, race through the stars.

But you know so far to go, the galaxy is
ours. The galaxy is ours, my girls.

The galaxy is ours.

Hey.

Margie, what are you doing here? I
thought your dad sent you back to Earth.

Well, he did. Or he was going to. But
when the president ordered him and

Commander Plank to run the space day
together, I convinced him to let me

around so we can really get to know each
other. Isn't that fabulo?

Are you pancakes, I'm saying?

Margie, if we could survive this
adventure together, I'm pretty sure this

galaxy's big enough for the both of us.

Much to know, so far to go. Galaxy is
all.

Fatality is all, my girl.

Galaxy is all.

Mystical lights, magical nights.

A chance to blaze new trains.

You open your eyes, travel the skies.

You feel the rage of the day.

Race you to the stars. So much to know,
so far to come.