Hello.
Think, Zoidberg.
You must remember something.
No, nothing. For all I know, our friends could have been eaten
by some kind of crazy space whale.
Damn that Bermuda Tetrahedron.
It's taken my latest crew just as it took my first one.
Not to mention those single socks from the dryer, am I right?
Shut up, Zoidberg.
The grieving relatives will be gathered tomorrow in need of comfort.
And with no stone monument,
they may well demand that I refund their admission fees.
Where are we?
In the belly of the beast.
Like that Bible guy who got swallowed by the whale: Pinocchio.
This is all Obsessy Bessy's fault.
Right on, sister.
We should be back at Planet Express right now,
hiding from work in the ceiling.
But no!
For the last time, I'm not obsessed.
I just want this whale to die, die, die!
What's that loud digesting sound?
Holy crap! Four dimensional bowels!
Einstein was right.
Why? Why?
Also what and how?
The great fish has chosen you for a higher purpose.
It's a great mammal.
See? It's got whiskers.
And I saw it lactating earlier.
Wait, who said that?
I was once Lando Tucker,
captain of the first Planet Express ship.
I'm Turanga Leela,
captain of the current Planet Express ship.
What's going on?
It's very simple.
Well, actually it's very complicated.
Luckily, I'm here to explain it.
You see, this space whale feeds
on obsession.
Are you gross looking. Go on.
- The great space serpent - Mammal.
... figured out long ago that no one's more obsessed
than space captains.
What are these things? Get away!
The whale's nearly sucked me dry.
It'll need a new source of obsession once I'm gone.
How many times do I have to tell other people?
I'm not obsessed.
The whale is obsession, Leela.
And you are the whale!
I am not the whale!
All I wanted was to complete my delivery.
Is that too much to ask?
One Chicken Pickin' delivery?
This whale's gonna pay.
It can't escape what it already is: me!
I am the whale!
See?
PLANET EXPRESS: 50 YEARS OF GRIEVING
50 years, Junior.
50 years of crippling sorrow.
Popsicles here.
Can't mourn the dead without a Popsicle.
You think a Popsicle gonna bring my daughter back?
You just talked yourself out of a sale.
Poor Amy!
My days of joy and luck are over.
Guess I got to quit that club.
I can't believe our Leela's gone.
You always think you're going to disappear in space
before your children.
Welcome, everyone.
What a pleasure to see so many miserable faces.
Lemony!
I had intended to unveil a beautiful stone memorial today.
But due to the recent tragedy,
I humbly ask you to join me in a simple prayer.
No refunds!
Shut up and bow your heads!
Oh, mighty Isis...
My deal is doing the thing.
Good Lord, it's some kind of interdimensional space whale.
I just remembered, that's the guy.
Now with the horror hair.
Popsicles.
Fill your gaping mouth with a Popsicle.
You're alive!
Is that how you and your friends are dressing now?
Hello, everyone.
I suppose you're wondering why my flesh has melded
with that of a giant space whale.
I'll admit to a polite interest.
At first I was consumed by a dark obsession to kill the whale.
Then I was consumed by the whale.
That sounds clever, but it doesn't explain much.
- Shut up, Zoidberg. - Okay.
You see, beneath my obsession lay an even deeper obsession.
An obsession so strong,
it allowed me to overpower the beast's will
and pilot it through space and time.
An obsession with completing my delivery...
Get your...
Poor Lando.
This is just how I want to remember him.
Too bad, 'cause he's still alive!
Lando?
Told you I'd be back.
You've grown, Junior.
I'm 61.
I don't know him. What else you got?
They haven't aged a day.
The whale must have some kind of Mobius colon
that endlessly recycles time and space.
Yep. That stands up to scrutiny.
I should have listened to my crew.
That space whale wasn't a monster.
It was the obsession of me and others like me
that made it into a monster.
Mainly you.
On the other hand, the stupid fish did eat us.
You guys want to do this?
You know it!
So, Johnny,
are we going to pick up where we left off?