Oh, man, this is it!
By my mother's mandible,
I say neigh!
- The Crimson Chin! - It's the Crimson Chin!
Nice going CC, you saved me.
Actually, Timmy, you saved me, from myself.
Wow, that was schmaltzy. Who'd you say writes my comic book?
Some 40-year-old dude who lives with his mom.
- Any money in it? - Lives with his mom.
Right, let's go kick some bad guy booty.
Up, up, and away.
Look, it's the Crimson Crybaby.
That Crimson Chin is so last issue.
I got it, I got it!
Nice use of chin, Cleft.
Thanks.
I warned you not to make me use this.
Now I'm using it!
Look out, dude!
You might have a kneecap of bronze, Bronze Kneecap,
but you've always had a jaw made of glass.
- Hooray for the Crimson Chin! - Hooray for the Crimson Chin!
It's been great working with you, Mr. Chin.
The pleasure's all mine, Timmy.
I'm glad we're pals, whether I'm real or not.
You're part of my continuity now.
After all, every chin needs a cleft.
Cool, what's next?
Uh, nothing. It's the end of the book, see?
That's the letters to the editor page,
where geeky comic fans write about how cool I am.
And look! It's a letter from you.
Uh, I gotta go.
You spelled chin wrong.
[laughing]
Puny humans, we shall now suck out your brains, with bendy straws!
[all gasping]
You can suck out our minds, livers and spleens.
But we will never surrender.
Silence, Captain Laser Pants!
No-one can save you now.
♪ Crash Nebula ♪
It's Crash Nebula!
- Hooray! - Hooray!
Intergalactic scum, your reign of terror ends now!
♪ Crash Nebula, Crash Nebula Space hero on the way ♪
♪ Crash Nebula-- ♪
Pretty cool, huh Chester?
Yeah, don't you think AJ?
Positively.
Will Crash Nebula escape the evil clutches of the Clutchulax?
Tune in next week, for another exciting episode of Crash Nebula!
- Cool! - Cool!
Killer Crash suit, dude.
Yes, wherever did you get it?
Internet.
Cool, now all we need is alien and we can enact episode 621 of Crash Nebula.
I wish we had an alien monster to play with.
Great job on the alien, guys.
It's so lifelike.
Of course it is, he's real.
We're not so good at creating aliens.
Yeah, so we borrowed one.
What?!
Queen Jipjorrulac, you seem troubled.
Yes, King Gripullon, our son hasn't tortured the prisoners yet today.
Hmm, that's not like Mark.
Computer, find Mark.
Uh, readings show that your son has been taken to Earth.
Oh, oh, not Earth.
Assemble the star destroyers.
We'll blow-up that foul planet and get our son back.
Uh, not necessarily in that order.
[screaming]
Amazing, a fully automated, animatronic space alien!
Puny humans! What's up?
I'm gonna suck your brains through these bendy straws!
Look at the size of this food.
If I could shrink everyone in the world down to this size,
there'd be enough food to end world hunger.
Oh, that's beautiful, Timmy.
But not why we're here.
Look! Big candy!
Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Pretty cool, huh Timmy?
So bored. Can't--
Hey! I'm detecting some underdeveloped life form.
It's protozoa. Exactly what I need for my report.
Can we help, Timmy?
No thanks, remember the last time you helped me with a science project?
Do it, do it, do, it, do it, do it, do it, do it!
- Um, no. - Eh, no.
Well I do. I wish you guys would spend the afternoon enjoying yourselves
while I do my report.
Aye, aye, Captain Timmy.
Pick me, Princess Protozoa.
We'll make beautiful mildew together.
No, no! Pick me.
I make milk go sour.
I'm edgy.
Yawn, so bored.
Hi, mind if I ask you a few questions?
Ask me anything, I think you multi-celled organisms are like so complex.