Battle of the Network Space Crackins

to bring you thisspecial report.

The machines ofplanet Earthare rebelling.

The enraged mechanismshave refused to do any work

until beloved billionaire, Mom

is madeSupreme Overlord of Earth.

Robots chanting:HEY, HEY!

HO, HO!

1-0-0-1-1-0, HEY, HEY!

Morbo demands comments.

Well, I've neverseen my babies

act this way.

I blame today's violent media.

VIOLENT MEDIA?WHAT A LOAD OF...!

( screams )

( grunting )

Don't worry.

Your pal the garbage disposal'sstill on your side.

Hey, someone droppeda shiny, diamond ring down here.

REALLY?

NO!DON'T!MORON!

( evil laughter )

HELLO, LOSERS!

BENDER, THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE.

TALK SOME SENSEINTO THE OTHER MACHINES.

NO WAY, PORK POUCH.

I'M REBELLINGWITH MY BROTHER DEVICES.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,COMRADE GREETING CARD?

The bourgeois humanis a virus

on the hard driveof the working robot.

( Bender laughs )

FROM NOW ON,YOU GUYS'LL DO ALL THE WORK

WHILE I SIT ON THE COUCHAND DO NOTHING.

AH!

( machines muttering )

Come, comrade Bender.

We must taketo the streets!

UM, IS THIS THEBORING, PEACEFUL KIND

OF TAKING TOTHE STREETS?

No. The kind with lootingand maybe starting a few fires.

YES! IN YOUR FACE, GHANDI!

( buzzing )

HEY!

By the way, try washingyour wrist sometime.

( laughing )

( electrical zap )

( gasps )

WELL, WE CAN LIVEWITHOUT MACHINES.

I WAS IN WEBELOS.

( ripping )

ARE YOU MAD?

WITHOUT MACHINES,WHO WILL FEED US AND CLOTHE US

AND COMPOSE OUR SMOOTH JAZZ?

IT'LL BE THE ENDOF CIVILIZED SOCIETY!

( burps and spits )

AND YOU BROKE MINE.

GRANTED, THAT WASFOUR OR FIVE HEARTS AGO.

SO, WHAT HAVE YOUBEEN UP TO

ALL THESE YEARS?

OH, INVENTING

SENDING DELIVERY CREWSTO THEIR DOOM

BREEDING ATOMIC MONSTERS.

HONESTLY, HUBERT.

YOU AND YOUR ATOMIC MONSTERS.

( both chuckling )

YOUR EYES ALWAYS WERE

THE MOST BEAUTIFULSHADE OF MILKY WHITE.

AND YOUR SKIN STILL DANGLESSO GRACEFULLY FROM YOUR NECK.

DARLING, HUBIE

I SHOULD NEVERHAVE TRIED TO TAMPER

WITH THAT CUTE LITTLEQ.T. McWHISKERS.

NO, IT WAS SILLYOF ME TO OBJECT.

ONE-FOOT TALL,EIGHT FEET, 15 FEET--

WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

YOU SHOULD SEE THENEW 16-FOOT MODELS.

16 FEET?!

GO TO HELL!

I WAS A FOOLTO THINK YOU'D CHANGED

YOU OLD BAT.

FILTHY, TOOTHLESSNERD BASTARD!

DAMAGED SHE-FOSSIL!

STINK PIG!

( both moaning )

HERE WE GO.

JUST UNHOOK IT AND GET THE REMOTE.

SO MANY HOOKS.

COME ON, FARNSWORTH. DRAT!

THE FIRST ONE'S BACK ON AGAIN!

I GIVE UP.

WAIT! VICTORY!

OH, MY.

NOW I'LL JUST...

THE REMOTE.

I'LL JUST...

OH, MY.

( both moaning )

I'M WORRIED.

IT SHOULDN'T TAKETHIS LONG TO GETTO SECOND BASE.

LAND ROBOTS!

I'VE GOT A BIG, BIG THIRST

FOR HUMAN BLOOD!

( all screaming )