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.
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?
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.
That's a hellof a slow ship.
I know I've heardthat melody before.
I-I just can't remember where.
Perhaps we can narrow it down
by seeing what partof Fry's brain
becomes active when he hears it.
I can isolatethose tones to a memory
Fry formed onDecember 31, 1999.
That's the day I fellin the freezer tube.
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.
The memorystill exists
somewhere inyour subconscious mind.