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then I'll have no choice...
but to explode your head!
- You humans cannot to explode--
- We can too!
We just don't much.
It's considered rude.
Then I am granting you a truce.
You are not to exploding heads...
and I will not do my
devastating eye lasers.
Okay. Truce.
- So, can I come into the out now?
- No!
This is what you get
for stealing planets and abducting people.
You are thinking a mistake.
Boov do not steal and abduct.
No, Boov liberate and befriend.
Guess who made this one!
This is so beautiful!
Mom! What's happening?
I don't know, honey.
Tip!
It will be okay.
Lifeform detected. Not human.
Move along.
Enjoy you the frozen, sweetened
bovine secretion...
as we take this short flight
to Happy Humanstown.
Mom!
It's all your fault.
You stole my mom!
Smell ya later, Boov.
Wait! Smell me now!
I can to fixing your car.
I seen you has broken it.
I didn't break it.
I'm a very good driver.
It's supposed to leak like that.
Can I come into the out now?
I know the fugitive Boov has made
yet another in a series of horrible...
yet unintentionally humorous mistakes.
But let me reassure you,
the signal he broadcast...
is being handled.
We are definitely not doomed.
- And we're out.
- We are doomed!
The Gorg are going to find us again!
The maniac Boov has ruined everything.
This is bad.
And I really love this planet.
Look at all the great stuff they've got.
Like this! A headband!
And for evening wear, you slide it down...
you got a beautiful spare tire.
I love it!
Very nice!
Who would wanna leave this behind?
I have got to fix this.
I know!
Summon the Big Brain Boovs.
The smarty-pants
of all smarty panty Booviness.
Gentleboov...
I want ideas.
We could create an alternate reality
with no Gorg in it...
then go live there.
Yes! I love it!
How long would that take?
Based on our current technology...
1.7 million years.
That's a lot of years, Toni.
Moving on!
- We could lay on the ground...
- Yes!
and make the Gorg think we are dead.
Next!
What if we logged into
the fugitive Boov's email...
and cancelled his e-vite--
Shush! Or we could log into
the fugitive Boov's email...
and cancel his invitation, and...
What was that?
Now, type in the password
and cancel that message.
It was a good idea of me
to make all passwords "password."
It's so easy to remember.
It did not work! His password is unique.
No!
Unique?
Boov are not unique!
Fetch me my inhaler.
Boy, that works.
His mistaking is leading the Gorg
right to us.
Show me his invite.
You are all invited to a party!
Just head to the Milky Way.
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