Viva Mars Vegas

  • Season 7, Ep 11
  • 08/22/2012

The crew stages a casino heist to recover stolen property from the Robot Mafia.

I'm telling you the truth,I swear!

Clamps, break somethingover his head.

Everything in here'salready broken.

Find the least brokenobject and use that.

This Judith Krantz novel'sonly missing its frontispiece.

Ow! I told you,I spent it in Mars Vegas!

All eight million dollars!

He can't be lyin', boss.

Not after a Krantzinglike that.

All right. Then I'mafraid we must kill you

and dispose of your bodyin the nearest Dumpster.

This one we're inseems pretty close.

(high-pitched screaming)

Aah!Aah!

Oh!

JOEY:He's full of ink!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo,whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.(silly groaning)

(sighs)We should have brought a gun.

(groaning)

That was one hellof a weekend in Vegas.

Dude, where's my ship?

I parked it over there.

Well, I don't remembermuch, but I feel fine.

Oh, my God!Amy's mirror got a tattoo!

Oh, luckily, we're preparedfor this eventuality.

(trilling, whirring)

HERMES:What's that?

A tattoo-removal laser?

(chuckling):Oh, Hermes,

you and yourpreposterous sci-fi nonsense.

No, this is simplya translucidating ink polarizer.

It alignsthe pigment molecules,

channeling photons throughand rendering the ink invisible.

Ah, so it's less painfulthan regular tattoo removal.

Nobody said that.

(screaming)

The robot mafia's after me!

You got to hide me,or it's curtains for Johnny Z.

Hide a giant lobstercovered in ink?

And how do you proposewe do that?

(groans)

(screaming)

Okay, we'reat the dump.

Where should weheave this stuff?

It's not a dump.

It's the company housingwe built for our employees.

Only place we can afford now.

So just drop it hereon this bloody mattress?

(crickets chirping, dog howls)

(siren wailing in distance)

(sobbing)

Thanks, Tissue Ghost.

ZOIDBERG:You can't affordtissue anymore.

This is Walgreens brandnose paper.

Zoidberg?

You snuck in herewhile I was taking a bath?

No, you snuck in here whileI was grabbing a bubble cake.

(chomps, burps)

Listen, Zoidberg,I owe you an apology.

No, no, no.Go ahead.

I was condescending to you'cause you were poor,

but now I realizeit can happen to anyone.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate that, Amy.

Is there any wayI can help, maybe?

No, I don't see how...

Wait, don't see.

That's how you can help.

There's one sure wayto set everything right.

We'll use your invisibility

to pull off a daringand complex casino heist.

Of course, because no one canpossibly know what I'm up to.