- I thought the boys had kidnapped an alien,
and started a war with Neptune.
Yeah,
no, Daniel said it was just a prank.
They're such tricksters.
- He bought it.
Let's see what the aliens want.
(lighthearted music)
- [Alien Boss] Here me, small humans.
You are sheltering Criminal 8279
in violation of galactic treaties.
Hand him over or be
incinerated.
Is that a cat?
- Yeah, that's Gizmo, why?
- [Alien Boss] An Earth cat?
- All our cats are from Earth.
- [Alien Boss] It looks delicious.
- Quick Gizmo, you got to go. - Go, you need to escape.
- Go, go!
- [Alien Boss] Very well, I accept your offer
of Earth cat Gizmo in place of Criminal 8279.
- We're not giving you Gizmo.
- [Alien Boss] It's the cat or the criminal.
Choose.
- We're not giving up Gizmo.
- I know, but we'll have to figure out something.
Let's talk to the alien.
(upbeat music)
(boys screaming)
- Drop Disney and Loki.
- Look, Alien.
You look like a good alien,
but your boss says you're a criminal,
so we have to give you up.
(plea of mercy in alien language)
- Wow, you really don't want to go back.
- What will happen to you?
(response in alien language)
- They'll eat you?
- Why?
What did you do?
(alien response)
- You ate the cat?
(alien response)
- You ate the alien boss's cat?
- That's horrible.
You can't eat people's cats.
They're pets, not food.
- To think I feel bad about handing you over.
Come on, Harry, let's hand this criminal
to the alien that's hunting him.
(protesting in alien language)
(cat meowing)
- Alien boss, are you listening?
- [Alien Boss] Greetings, small humans.
Have you prepared the cat for transport?
- What?
No, we're not giving up the cat.
But you can have the alien criminal.
- [Alien Boss] But I want the cat now.
- You can't have our cat.
- [Alien Boss] Fine.
Prepare for transport.
- That's great, but I'm really sorry
that he ate your cat.
- Yeah, that's terrible.
- [Alien Boss] It was terrible.
That cat looked so delicious.
- Wait, what?
- [Alien Boss] I raised her from a kitten.
- Oh, wow, I'm so sorry.
- [Alien Boss] To be succulent, and juicy,
but it was this criminal
who enjoyed her tender flesh.
- This just keeps getting worse.
- I think I'm going to be sick.
- [Alien Boss] Yes, it made me sick to lose that meal.
Anyway, landing soon, boss out.
- What do we do?
- I don't know, Harry.
There's no time.
(sound of spacecraft landing)
- What's that noise?
- It must be the alien boss's spaceship.
(suspenseful music)
(alien sounds of panic)
- Alien?
Criminal 8-something, are you okay?
Are you trying to eat cat food?
- That's so gross.
- Why?
(reasoning in alien language)
- Cat food kills you?
Harry, I have an idea.
(motivating, upbeat jazz music)
(jazz music continues with intensity)
(boys screaming in unison)
(dramatic trumpet cadence)
- Find your own hiding place!
(objection in alien language)
(dub-step techno music)
- [Alien Boss] Small humans!
Make your choice.
The criminal, or the cat.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Hello alien boss, we come in peace.
All you aliens look the same, to me.
- [Alien Boss] How dare you!
I am the boss.
Now what's it going to be?
The alien, or the cat?
- We have chosen, alien.
You may have our cat.
(laughing in triumph)
- [Alien Boss] Ooh, lovely!
(rock music)
(sounds of eating and chewing)
- Wow, slow down there, dude.
- No, don't slow down.
- [Alien Boss] Oh such delicious... wait!
This isn't a cat.
This is cat food.
(dry heaving)
- No, it's our cat, really!
- [Alien Boss] It's...
treachery.
(sounds of nausea)
- That worked fast.
- The important thing
is that it worked.
As for you, other alien,
you should take the ship and go.
Goodbye, alien.
No, no!
He's staying with us.
(saying goodbye in alien language)
- Well, I'm glad that's over.
- Me too, Harry.
- Boys, why is there an alien asleep in here?
Boys, did you start a war with Neptune?
- [Alien Boss] Hey, guys.
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