Émission TV: Futurama - 11x4

Is your dog friendly or just ugly?
Very friendly!
But, he's not a dog.
I am gonna sue you for every last-- Ah!
Pursuant to-- Good dog.
Tonight's winning number was approximately six.
Don't most pets eat at home and poop outside, like college students?
Nibbler prefers his litter box.
It contains precious sand with essential minerals from his home world.
Plus, it's got nose-numbing crystals.
So, that's why you never clean it!
Uh, right.
And speaking of changing the subject, who wants to see the new alien language movie by Bax Glygglif?
I heard it's brilliant!
Ah, sorry.
I don't do subtitles.
When I go to the movies, I don't wanna have to look up from my phone.
I'd like to see the film, Leela.
Nibbler!
You can talk!
You always forget I can talk.
Nibbler!
You can talk!
What a romantic movie!
My heart just melted when Dupdup said...
Although I wasn't crazy about that big floating head.
It was the best thing in the movie!
No, no.
The one in front of me, blocking my view.
What's a 2x3x5 letter name for a 3x23x29 number name for a movie featuring a 1x4x9 object?
Easy.
A Space Odyssey.
Aha!
Nibbler, you really are my BFF.
My best furry friend.
Too corny?
Merely a hairball.
I'm perfectly-- Uh, let's get that looked at.
Well, he seems to have eaten this endoscope.
But also, he's got worms.
Worms?
That's all?
No.
That's not all.
Let me finish speaking for once.
The worms are attacking his brain.
Without treatment, he'll be left with the IQ of a terrier.
A Boston terrier.
No!
Mon Dieu!
Fortunately, there's a cure.
What is it-- Sorry.
Ivermectin.
It's a powerful dewormer, okay?
Now, if you're done interrupting, we're finished.
Thank you-- I!
Wasn't!
Finished!
Just one pill every three hours.
Come on.
Open wide.
He won't listen.
His brain's going.
My mom always hid my medicine in something yummy.
Like paste.
That's sad and dumb.
How about cheese?
Yes!
Cheese!
Maybe Gouda.
Or a nice brie!
How's that medicine working?
You up for a game of Quantum Wordle?
Um, how about something more deterministic, like tic-tac-toe?
Tic-tac-toe?
FRY: Ooh!
I love that game!
You know, there's a trick to winning.
Always be X.
Would you like to play?
Sure!
I'll be O.
You need more medicine, Nibbler.
Want some Manchego?
Make it American.
In individual plastic-wrapped slices.
No!
Leela, what's happening to me?
I've been taking all my pills like a good boy, yet still, I...
I feel my smartness slipping away.
I don't know, little Fuzzler.
Sad news, everyone.
Oh good, you're already crying.
Nibbler's medicine is killing the worms in his body, but they've also infested the litter box itself.
They reinfect him every time he uses it.
Then throw out the litter.
No!
He needs it to live!
It's from his ancestral pooping grounds.
Isn't there some other way?
Only one.
But, fortunately, it's dead simple.
You must shrink down and battle the worms...
face-to-face!
Really?
That sounds gross.
Oh my, yes.
And dangerous.
Oh my, yes!
At least it's dead simple.
That's where you're wrong!
Remember my enlarging ray?
No.
By reversing the lens, it becomes an all-new kind of ray that keeps things the same size.
Then, with just a few minor adjustments...
Voilà!
Shrinking ray!
Once you're in, you'll kill the worms with high-powered rifles loaded with deadly rounds of liquid ivermectin.
And you'll travel in this toy tank I enlarged with my enlarging ray.
Neat.
And this track?
Track?
Oh, right!
It came with the set.
Everybody in.
Enjoy the carnage!
Amy, shove it!
No!
You shove it!
Oh.
You mean this thing.
Whoopsie-doops!
My Manwich!
Go, baby, go!
Whatever you do, don't leave the tank.
It's your only protection against the brutal desert conditions.
And no screaming!
Poor Nibbler is counting on us to find those worms, no matter how grueling the hunt.
Then, we'll need litter box food.
Maybe we can eat those weird pygmy hyena moles.
Ow!
Orange sparklies?
Zoidberg's going to bedazzle his lungs!
Zoidberg?
Are you okay?
They're coming, why not.
Who's coming?
I don't know.
Maybe those guys?
Stop, or we'll shoot!
Ugh!
Blech!
They're attacking!
Prepare to fire!
Hang on a sec!
I'm taking a whiz.
At least one of you has manners.
I thank you for your gift of moisture.
No problem!
We've come in search of parasitic worms, so we can slaughter them violently.
Are you them?
Alas, no.
The sandworms are our enemies, too.
We are beetles.
Ah, of course.
Dung beetles.
It is pronounced Doong.
The G is almost silent.
Welcome to the world of Doon...
g.
The ancient prophecy speaks of a messiah.
Could he be the Kwiznos Cadillach?
Nope.
The sun grows hot, and my deodorant grows weak.
Please, join us in the Hall of Doong.
I'm gonna try those big meatballs.
Can I offer anyone some spit?
We have flat and sparkling.
I will have two of each.
The sandworms you seek roam the desert, devouring all in their path.
Behold!
A map of the universe.
The worms congregate here, by the great sphere.
But your journey will be treacherous, for virtually all paths end in death.
Then let's just take the shortest one.
To help you navigate safely, I must use the glitter chamber, which allows me to see all realities at once.
I won't lie, it's pretty cool.
That's what Zoidberg snorted.
Does that make me cool?
Absolutely not!
Only shamans may use the sacred chamber.
For anyone else, it could induce a medical-grade freakout!
Like Narlo here.
Dude, I feel like I'm spinning...
Has anyone seen my-- Oh!
Aha!
Give me that slipper!
Drop it!
Whoa!
Oh!
It's ruined!
Bad Nibbler!
I can't help it!
It's those damnable worms!
There, there.
I know what might help.
No!
No, I beg of you!
Not the cone of shame!
I see the way.
And I have a serious craving for frosting.
Mm...
Make a right at the large sand mound, then a left at the medium-sized mound.
After the fifth mound, you'll see a mound.
So many mounds!
One wrong mound means certain death.
Or just take the roach-thopter.
Bleh!
Then, you'll need a guide.
Bilgar!
Bilgar is our second-best guide.
Our best guide got eaten by a sandworm.
Listen to him closely, and do most of what he says.
The worms are attracted to the rhythmic pattern of Doong beetle footsteps.
Whatever you do, do not walk like a Doong beetle.
Oops!
Even in this hostile environment, life thrives.
For example, the veiny pus fungus.
And the hairless sand pigeon.
Every living creature here is a total barf bag!
Uh, n-no offense, Bilgar.
These little crawly guys are cute.
Hello, friends.
That's the worst one of all!
This final expanse is where our best guide was devoured.
So, what do we do?
Exactly what he did.
I'll create a diversion by setting off a pounder.
Hey, you know my grandfather was a pounder.
It simulates beetle footsteps to attract the worms.
Go, run!
Don't worry about me.
Our best guy taught me everything he-- Hey, I guess that makes me a quarter-pounder.
Oh!
Fry, why don't you have a belt?
Or at least a substantial butt!?
Sorry, guys, I'm a flatty.
Oh, right.
Sand.
Hey!
Don't bogart that glitter!
It's coming.
What's coming?
A tasty wienerschnitzel?
A funny monkey?
Sandstorm!
It's hopeless!
We don't have a guide!
We don't know where we are!
The dust is drying out my skin!
Ow!
The sphere!
We made it!
Great work, Bender!
This is it.
Arm squirt guns!
But we lost that poundy thing that attracts the worms.
Ah, but we have Tappy and Shoe-shoe!
They call me the two-ton Fred Astaire.
Yep.
Yep.
The jitterbug?
The litter bug!
He's a dancing machine!
Set squirties to kill!
It's worms within worms!
I am the God Emperor of Doon...
g.
It's them!
The parasites that are making Nibbler stupid!
I know you.
You're those worms that used to live in my tum-tum.
Only you made me smarter.
I'll take your word for it.
Look, you seem like a nice swarm of maggots, but you're making my friend Nibbler sick.
Can't you just infest Zoidberg?
Ew!
We prefer to live free, here among the tumble-turds.
Then prepare for me to say fire.
Fire!
That was my second-best guard!
Worms, form a defensive squiggle!
Oh...
Good job...
knot!
Whoa...
Look!
Up in the sky!
It's a bird!
It's a turd!
It's Nibbler!
Stop!
Stop fighting!
Okay, I'm done.
Nibbler?
Are you alright?
How dumb are you on a scale of one to Fry?
I can't even count that high anymore.
But please listen.
I have important things to say, while I still can.
It is he!
The Messiah!
As pictured in the ancient scripture.
It shows him with blonde hair and blue eyes, but the rest is spot on.
I only wish I had more time left to appreciate this glittering litter land.
Everywhere I look, I see beauty.
Really?
'Cause I'm seeing poop.
Open your minds and see as I see.
All life is connected in a glorious web.
The pus fungus draws life from the dust and is eaten by the skin pigeon, which in turn feeds the pygmy hyena mole.
Ow...
That's cool.
The beetles process the dung-- It's pronounced doong.
Uh, sorry, Messiah.
Keep going.
As for the worms...
well, they feed on my brain.
And that in itself is blutier-- Um, uh, boo-too-poo-pool.
Pretty.
Everything is interconnected.
Everything is perfect.
So please, leave these worms to play their part, and I...
I will happily play mine, even if it means sacrificing all that I am and becoming a mindless house pet.
I accept your gift of precious liquid.
Finally, you learn some manners.
One last 3D crossword before your brain turns to jello?
Alas, my mind has already degenerated to the point where I can no longer predict the ending of an M.
Night Shyamalan movie.
B-But you're my little Fuzzler.
When all else is gone, I shall remember that.
Oh, Nibbler!
I know you've made your mind up, o-or what's left of it, but please don't let the worms eat your consciousness!
Now, now, my cherished friend.
Though my mental, uh, brain may deteriorate, I will always look back on what we had with...
big happy.
And you is...
be my buddy and...
so, so...
itchy.
Leela, give belly rub.
Aw, Leela, I hate seeing you like this.
You wanna blow your nose on my shirt?
Thanks, Fry.
I know this is what Nibbler wanted, but I can't wrap my head around it.
If only I could open my mind to the beauty he was blabbering on about.
Please.
The chamber is my only hope of truly understanding!
Well, then find another only hope.
Pure, uncut glitter is dangerous.
You could end up permanently tasting colors.
Or smelling sounds.
I can smell sound.
Fry's singing stinks up the whole apartment.
Yeah!
And if you don't let Leela use the chamber, I'm gonna stink up this whole place.
Fine!
Go nuts.
I see the way.
Everything Nibbler said was true.
Duh.
He's the Messiah.
But he did miss one thing.
He works in mysterious ways.
These parasitic worms should be making Nibbler smarter, like when Fry had them.
So why aren't we?
Because the web of life extends even deeper than Nibbler perceived.
You worms have been weakened by sub-parasites!
Oh, that is gross, man!
These tiny mites are sapping your beneficial juices.
I have been a little low-energy lately!
I'm feeding on worm juice with friends!
That's it!
I'm out!
Sorry I didn't mention I was shrinking myself.
You guys must have been worried sick.
There are levels within levels within levels.
That's too many levels!
We've gotta kill those mites!
What!?
But what about the precious web of blah-biddy-blah?
You have to draw the line somewhere.
Stomp those suckers!
Kill 'em all!
It's showtime!
Care to smoosh?
Bender, stop!
It's me, Zoidberg!
Sorry!
I can't hear your screams over the tapping!
Dah!
You're gonna be okay.
But what about you, Leela?
You were in that dangerous glitter chamber.
Did your senses get scrambled?
Nah, it's fine.
The interwoven dependency of all things was the ultimate epiphany.
Yet, thanks to Leela's unwavering loyalty and utmost bravery, my consciousness returned to ponder another glorious phase of our universe's evolution.
Good.
You're my little Fuzzler.
I remember.