After a devastating crash, the Professor attempts to resuscitate the crew with his birth machine.
Professor, my Fry-frois all frizzy.
Well, that's all.
I'm covered with severe burns.
So? What of it?!
Well, why is... those things?
You mean you don't remember?
Nope, nothing. It's likewhen I passed out in college.
Except no one drew Magic Markerpenises on my forehead.
(sighing) Well, I supposeit's for the best,
considering the unbearablehorrors you've endured.
Let's never speakof it again.
It all began a few days ago.
We were interstellar fugitives,
on the run from the law.
Fire all weaponsand open a hailing frequency
for my victory yodel.
(weapons zapping, whooshing)
(all yelling, gasping)
(Brannigan yodelingover speakers)
(weak, yodeling groan)
And so, as you and Leela kissed good-bye
in a tender display of tonguesmanship,
we plunged into a massive wormhole,
never to be seen again!
Yeah, we're back.
Sweet Coincidenceof Port-au-Prince!
We're backat Earth!
That was the Panama Wormhole,
Earth's central channelfor shipping.
Yes! It's sort ofa ComedyCentral Channel.
And we're on it now!
(gasps)I get it!