Space Chimps Page #3

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My ticket home.

Quake with fear!

Lord Zartog is here.

Ho!

By now, you are all aware

of the insane power...

I command with my big, shiny

driving machine whatchamathingie.

Are there any among you

who oppose my rule?

Ah, wait.

So you're saying you're in charge

because that thing landed on your hut?

Yes, and if you don't obey me,

I will dunk you in the Freznar.

You wouldn't do that

'cause I'd be frozen forever.

- Exactly!

- Not the Freznar!

Cold!

Anyone else fancy a dip?

Good.

All of you, get to work!

Let's get this party started.

The Infinity recorded 10 G's

through the wormhole.

If the chimps' internal structure

cannot withstand the pressure...

they will explode like a mouse in a microwave...

frying their brains

and splattering their guts.

Your teeth look amazing!

Here comes five G's.

Here comes six G's.

This thing is going so fast, right?

Yoo-hoo!

Seven G's. Eight G's.

This might be a weird time to ask...

but will you help me

move next week?

It's not even that much stuff.

We'll make a day of it!

Hey, that was fun.

- You guys got a log ride?

- My turn.

- Oh, poor little Comet.

He thinks he's going into space.

Three chairs, three chimps.

Gee, where we heading for lunch?

I'm not eating trans fats anymore.

Well, that went well.

We'll need you here, Comet. Our eyes and ears.

Hey, kid.

Did I ever tell you the story of the short-circuiting

posigrades in the first Mercury rockets?

That was you?

It was the day Ham's grandpa

and I coined the term...

"So easy a human could do it."

Oh, I don't know

what makes me happier-

Einstein's unified field theory...

or watching monkeys on a treadmill.

# I am Titan, I am strong #

# No one wants to sing along #

# Get a life, one, two #

# You're lame Three, four##

What?

And to think, I almost dropped out of Harvard

to start a software company.

Who's laughing now, Bill Gates?

Memorizing sequences is a vital test

of the chimps' brain capacity.

You guys into sweet jams?

When are you gonna

straighten up and fly right?

- Saturday, about 10:00 a.m.

- Ham!

I made these radios for the voyage. I think

they might work through the wormhole.

- Huh. You made these?

- Well, I'm good with machines.

Listen, kid, thanks for the Bananaberry,

but I won't be needing it.

Comet, I'll take the radio.

Uh- Hey, kid.

Special-edition simian space shades.

Wow! Thanks!

Sweet!

My fellow citizens, this mission

will travel clear across the cosmos...

where we hope to finally answer

the age-old question:

"Is there intelligent life out there?"

Review rocket controls.

Right thumb go, left thumb stop.

Up is right, down is left.

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