Business is down,so I have filed papers
to have you all reclassifiedas slaves.
( wheel squeaking )
if it isn't our littlemunchkin moguls.
Would you just...
What's the trouble, men?
Need some penny rollsfor your profits?
Actually,thanks to Dwight'sbrilliant accounting
and my unaccountablebrilliance, ( snorts )
our paper route now hasover a million customers!
We're finally makingmore money than you guys!
Aren't youimpressed now, Pops?
Aren't you?Aren't you?
Uh...in a small way, yes.
But you still don't haveyour own building
or conference table or...
or one of those things.
Our dads are never impressed,no matter what we do.
Maybe we shouldstart a fire.
If we really wantto impress them
we'll have to crush them--with strategy...
Very well, but I get toname the next strategy.
on The Real World--"The Sun."
( man screams )
I'm burning to death!
Oh! You know how much
an apartmentthat big would cost
on the sun?
People, as you know,our young sons
have becomegreat successes
in the very samefield as us.
Yay!That's great!All right!
That's why we need you,our loyal crew
to make Planet Express800% more profitable.
We'll startby slashing salaries.
And, this time,I mean really slashing.
Uh, guys, I don't know howto tell you this
so I'll just let Fryblurt it out thoughtlessly.
We don't workfor you anymore!
( gasps )What?!
Dwight and Cubert
made us a better offer.
We're paperboys now.
We got papersto stuff, team.
Hut two, hut two!
Yes, sir.Right away.
We're on it,Mr. Farnsworth.