Fly Me To The Moon

Weather looks good today.

On schedule for liftoff.

T minus 30 minutes and counting.

In 1957, the Soviet Union

opened the final frontier

by sending the Sputnik

satellite into orbit.

Four years later, when NASA was

putting monkeys in its rockets,

cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin became

the first man to go into space.

The Soviets were beating the Americans

to every milestone off the planet.

Feeling a sense of urgency

in finding a way to overtake

the Soviets in the space race,

President John F. Kennedy

made a momentous statement

to a joint session of Congress

on May 25th, 1961.

I believe that this nation

should commit itself

to achieving the goal,

before this decade is out,

of landing a man on the moon and

returning him safely to the Earth.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words hold my hand

In other words, oh, baby, kiss me

Okay, Apollo 10,

prepare for re-entry checklist.

Copy that. We are now 101,000

nautical miles from splashdown.

Groovin'

On a Sunday afternoon

Yeah

Really, oh, baby

Couldn't get away too soon

No, baby

I can't imagine

anything that's better

The world is ours

whenever we're together

There ain't a place

I'd like to be instead of

Groovin'

Hey, guys! Far out!

I found some double-chocolate layer cake

and pudding, too!

Didn't you just eat

four slices of pepperoni pizza?

What can I say?

I have a fast meatball-ism.

Metabolism. All flies do.

But you, Scooter, you're off the scale.

Cool!

That's not a good thing.

Obesity is very rare in flies,

given our propensity

for constant movement and all.

Gorging yourself

will lead to respiratory problems,

not to mention difficulty

maintaining a positive self-esteem.

Scooter! That is gross!

So, what's going on

with all the launches over there lately?

Beats me.

Hey, guys! You want some?

We're trying to work here, Scooter.

Okay.

I guess you don't want to hear

what I found out at Mikey's house.

The human's mom makes killer meat loaf

on Tuesdays.

Always chucks the leftovers.

Oh! And she made the best

upside-down pineapple cake,

with all the frosting,

whipped cream and chocolate syrup!

Enough with the food. What did you hear?

- I think the dad works for the space guys.

- Are you talking about NASA?

That's it. I overheard them talking

and they said these guys, the astro-nuts...

Astronauts. So, what about them?

Hi, guys. What you doing?

Nothing much. What are you doing here?

We're meeting Butch and Ray here.

They're taking us on a big adventure.

Oh, yeah? What kind of adventure?

Nothing much.

Just hopping the train to Kendrick,

grabbing a quick bite

at the treatment plant.

What are you pipsqueaks up to?

Looks like they're playing

backyard adventure to me, Butch.

Let me give you kids

a piece of adventuring advice.

Be alert.

Think like you got eyes behind your head.

We do have eyes behind our heads.

Bingo.

Ladies, shall we leave

these kids to their playtime?

Playtime! That's a good one, Butch!

Everybody's going on an adventure,

doing stuff.

And what do we do?

We talk about kid stuff.

We are kids.

Exactly.

So, you were saying about the astronauts?

- They're sending them to the moon.

- What? The moon?

- That's what I heard.

- Wow. That would be so cool.

An awesome scientific feat

is what it would be.

I'd like to do something like that.

You know, go someplace different,

someplace exotic.

I was at the Pinehill Dump last year

for this all-you-could-eat festival.

I'm talking someplace special, not a dump.

We're flies. We buzz around, eat,

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