There it is again.

It's driving mecrazy.

Why am I theonly one whining?

All personnel,report to the laboratory.

I've discoveredthe source of the music.

(laughing)

Hologram off.

As you can see,

I've picked upan alien ship

on the long-range scanner.

It seems tobe emitting

musical tones in an effortto communicate.

Why don't they justuse a thoughtspike

like normal people?

(with echo):I don't know, Amy.

But what are those alienstrying to ask us?

What do the tones mean?

Isn't it obvious?

Uh, no.

Drat, I was hoping it was.

Well, whatever it is,we'd better figure it out soon

because that shipwill reach Earth in two weeks.

(all gasping)

That's a hellof a slow ship.

I know I've heardthat melody before.

I-I just can't remember where.

Hmm.

Perhaps we can narrow it down

by seeing what partof Fry's brain

becomes active when he hears it.

(tones playing)

Interesting.

I can isolatethose tones to a memory

Fry formed onDecember 31, 1999.

(whimpers)

That's the day I fellin the freezer tube.

(chewing)

I, too, wason Earth that day,

on my mission to ensure

Fry's successful transportto the future.

But I recall no such music.

I always forgetthat he can talk.

Well, that must bewhen I heard it.

But I guess the memoryis gone forever.

Like Kaboom cereal.

And my family.

Oh, fuff.

The memorystill exists

somewhere inyour subconscious mind.

We've got to get Fryback into that dream

so he can rememberwhere he heard those tones.

Stop.

I'd really rather not relivemy last day in the past.

It was awful.

Hanging outwith my crazy family,

falling in a cryogenic freezer.

Can't you just dissect my brain?

With the buildingshaking like this?

No chance.

Hold out your arm.

(tones playing)

Wow!

Eeh, my old house.

There's not one thing aboutthis place that I missed.

(dog barking)

Seymour.I forgot about you.

Aw, I missed your stinky breathso much.

Maybe I do kind ofmiss this place.

Maybe I just convinced myselfI hated it

'cause I knew I couldnever come back.

You know, boy,

this was the last timeI ever saw my family.

(sniffling)

(sniffing)

(barking)

Geez, Philip,I just put Seymour out.

Now he's tracking stink in here.

By which I mean you.

(laughing)

Yeah, Yancy, I stink.

Attaboy, Yancy.

Gorbachev thatforehead up good.

Good old,crazy old Dad.

Go, you bastard.

Kick that football.

Aw, you blew it again.

Hi, Mom.

Who's playing?

Nobody.

I'm watchingthe Charlie Brown special.

(gasp)

Is that what I think it is?

Yep, your favorite.

Captain Crunchcasserole.

Aww, it's been a thousand yearssince I had this.

Can I lick the beaters?

Well, sure.

Just let me unplug itbefore you..

(muffled screaming)

Mmm.

Dear God.

He's not lookingfor the melody at all.

He's enjoying himself.

Fry, this isProfessor Farnsworth.

Get out of your house and keep moving.

You're on a mission.

Okay, jeez,give me a minute, will you?

Hey wait, can you guys hearthe Professor, too?

Yep.

Does that seem strange to you?

Well, no,not in a dream.

Lots of weird stuffcould happen.

Philip, haveyou lost weight?

Damn it, Fry.

Stop wasting timewith your loved ones

and find the sourceof the music.