I. C. Pokemon

[Mewthreee]

At long last I. C. Pokemon is made.

here's esipode 1

take heed that this is a Pokemon/Futureama crossover.

I.C. Pokemon
By Mewthreee

Episode 1.1: Space Pilot 3000

NOTE: this is what Ash, Misty, and Brock look like in the year 3000.
NOTE: If there?s any plot holes you noticed, let me know.

? DO THE MATH!
[Scene: Over the caption December 31 1999, a crude spaceship flies through space, cruising over and under planets and a man speaks.]
Man: (voice-over) Space. It seems to go on and on forever. Then you get to the end and the gorilla starts throwing barrels at you.
[A planet opens up and a huge gorilla starts throwing barrels at the spaceship. It dodges a few but one hits it and it explodes. The gorilla thumps its chest and "Game Over" flashes on the screen. The spaceship and gorilla is not real and the man, called Ash, was playing an arcade game called "Monkey Fracas Jr.? He is in his mid-20s, wears a red jacket, and has orange hair with two distinct forks at the front. There is a little kid standing next to him. The game is against the wall in a pizzeria called Panucci's Pizza.]
Ash: And that is how you play the game!
Kid: You stink, loser!
[Mr Panucci, a middle-aged balding man wearing a vest, leans over the counter with a pizza box.]
Panucci: Hey, Ash. Pizza going out! C'mon!
[Ash sighs, takes the pizza from him, and walks out.]
[Scene: New York Street. Ash cycles past people enjoying their New Millennium Eve. A cab pulls up and he sees his girlfriend inside.]
Ash: Michelle, baby! Where you going?
Michelle: It is not working out, Ash. [Next to her is a person with his arm around her. The cab pulls away.] [Shouting; from cab] I put your stuff out on the sidewalk!
[Time Lapse. Ash is still on his bike getting more and more depressed.]
Ash: I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life.
[Cut to: Outside Applied Cryogenics. He stops outside a building and locks up his bike. A man sneaks up behind him, cuts the chain, and steals his bike.]
Bike Thief: Happy New Year!
[Scene: Applied Cryogenics. Ash steps out of the elevator on the 64th floor. He knocks on a door marked Applied Cryogenics. A sign underneath indicates No Power Failures since 199[7]. No one opens the door so Ash goes in.]
[Cut to Cryogenics Lab. The room is empty and there are no lights on. Strange pods about 6ft tall line one of the walls. There are a few other machines around the room and a desk and a chair in the middle of the room. Ash wipes some condensation from a window on one of the pods, revealing the face of an inanimate man inside. He turns around.]
Ash: Hello? Pizza delivery for... [He reads the delivery note.] ...Icy Wiener? Aw, crud! I always thought at this point in my life I would be the one making the crank calls! [He sits down on the chair, puts his feet on the desk, and opens a can of beer.] Here is to another lousy millennium.
[He unenthusiastically raises his hand and toasts.]
[Cut to: Time Square. Crowds have gathered for the countdown. 10 appear on a huge screen.]
Crowd: Ten!
[Cut to Paris. A screen on the Eiffel Tower displays nine.]
Crowd: Neuf!
[Cut to Vatican City. The Pope holds up a sign with "VIII" on it.]
Crowd: Otto!
[Cut to Egypt. Egyptians crowd around the pyramids.]
Crowd: Sabaa!
[Cut to Athens. People are gathered around the Parthenon.]
Crowd: Eksi!
[Cut to Great Wall of China.]
Crowd: Wu!
[Cut to Taj Mahal.]
Crowd: Chaar!
[Cut to African Village.]
Crowd: Thathu!
[Cut to: Tokyo. A screen displays two.]
Crowd: Wu!
[Scene: From space, the whole planet sees in the new millennium.]
Crowd: One!
[Cut to: Cryogenics Lab. Ash unenthusiastically blows a party blower and starts losing his balance on the chair. It tips back. Ash waves his arms around trying to regain his balance. As he falls, he does not see the shadow of a small creature under the desk. The chair tips back and Ash falls off it and rolls backwards into cryogenic freezer number 40. The dial on the machine automatically sets itself for 1000 years.]
Ash: What the?
[He looks around and screams. In a flash, he is frozen in time.]
[Time Lapse. Days and nights and eventually years pass ? la The Time Machine as he stays locked in the freezer. Aliens destroy civilization twice until eventually huge buildings spring up around Applied Cryogenics. The timer stops 1000 years later and the door opens. Ash is unfrozen. Initially disorientated, he stumbles around and notices something to his right. He presses his face against a large window and stares in awe.]
Ash: My God! It is the future. My parents, my co-workers, my girlfriend. I will never see any of them again. Yahoo!
[Opening Credits. Caption: In Color.]
[Scene: Cryogenics Lab. Ash is still looking out of the window. The door opens and two shadows walk in.]
Man: (dramatically) welcome to the world of tomorrow!
[The other shadow turns on the light. They are lab technicians both wearing white lab coats. The dramatic one is called Terry. He is a blonde Caucasian with large glasses. The other is called Lou, a black haired Asian.]
Lou: Why do you always have to say it that way?
Terry: Haven't you ever heard of a little thing called showmanship? [He turns to Ash.] (Dramatically) Come, your destiny waits!
[Scene: Applied Cryogenics Corridor. The technicians leave Ash outside the Fate Assignment Officer's office.]
Lou: Have a nice future.
[The door slides open.]
Ash: Cool! Just like in Star Trek! [The door closes on his head.] Ow!
[Cut to Fate Assignment Officer's Office. A woman wearing a black uniform stands with her back to Ash looking at a clipboard. She has purple hair held up in a ponytail.]
Woman: Good afternoon, sir. [Ash is impressed with what he sees. The woman turns around. She has one huge eye in the middle of her face. Ash screams.] Name?
Ash: Uh, Ash.
Woman: I am Misty. Now it is New Year's Eve so I would like to decide your fate quickly and get out of here.
Ash: Can I ask you a question?
Misty: As long as it is not about my eye.
Ash: Uh...
Misty: Is it about my eye?
Ash: Sort of.
[Misty sighs.]
Misty: Just ask the question.
Ash: What is with the eye?
Misty: I am an alien, all right. Now let us drop the subject.
Ash: Cool, an alien! Has your race taken over the Earth?
Misty: No, I just work here.
[Ash looks out the window. A passing blimp wishes people a Happy New Year 3000. Misty follows his gaze.]
Ash: Wait a minute! Is that blimp accurate?
Misty: Yep. It's December 31 2999.
Ash: My God, a million years!
Misty: I am sure this must be very upsetting for you.
Ash: You know, I guess it should be but actually, I am glad. I had nothing to live for in my old life. I was broke, I had a humiliating job, and I was beginning to suspect my girlfriend might be cheating on me.
Misty: Well, at least here you will be treated with dignity. Now strip naked and get on the probulator.
[Scene: Probulator Room. Ash lies on a metal table surrounded by lots of things designed to probe him. Misty puts a single lensed goggle on and presses a button. Ash squeaks.]
[Time Lapse. Misty tears off a printout and reads it while Ash starts to get dressed.]
Misty: Interesting. Your DNA test shows one living relative. He is your great great great great great great great...
[Time Lapse. Ash is now fully dressed.]
Misty: ...great great great great great nephew.
Ash: That is great! What is the little person?s name?
Misty: Professor Hubert Farnsworth.
[She turns the page over to show Ash the photo. Farnsworth is an old bald man who wears thick glasses.]
Ash: Eurgh!
[Scene: Fate Assignment Officer's Office. Misty types something on a computer.]
Ash: You know, I am the luckiest person in the whole future. I have been given a second chance and this time I am not going to be a total loser. [A buzzer buzzes.] What is that?
Misty: Your permanent career assignment.
[She turns the screen around to show him his career. "Career: Delivery Boy" is all that is written on the screen.]
Ash: Delivery boy? No! Not again! Please! Anything else!
[He grabs Misty's hand.]
Misty: Take your hands off me! You have been assigned the job you are best at just like everyone else.
Ash: What if I refuse?
Misty: Then you will be fired...

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[Mewthreee]

part 2

Ash: Fine!
Misty: ...out of cannon into the Sun!
Ash: But I do not like being a delivery boy.
Misty: Well that is tough! Many people do not like their jobs but we do them anyway. [She points at a poster of a builder with a message saying You Got to Do What You Got to do.] You have to do what you have to do! Now hold out your hand, I am going to implant your career chip. It will permanently label you as a delivery boy.
[She picks up an implant gun. It has two huge spikes on the end.]
Ash: Keep that thing away from me!
[He gets up and runs out of the room.]
[Cut to: Applied Cryogenics Corridor. He runs from the office into another room.]
[Cut to: Cryogenics Lab. Misty runs in after Ash and he dodges the implant gun.]
Misty: Hold still, ****it. I do not have good depth perception! [She jumps at Ash, miss, and falls into a cryogenic freezer. It sets itself for 1000 years.] You have got until the count of five to let me out of here. One...
[In a flash she is frozen.]
Ash: See you in a thousand years! [He starts to walk out but reconsiders. He walks back to the chamber and changes the freeze time to five minutes.] You owe me one.
[Scene: New New York Street. Ash runs out of the building and looks in awe at the sights around him.]
Ash: Whoa!
[Spaceships take off, there are traffic jams in the sky and billboards advertising Bachelor Chow. A couple walk past him nearly naked except for some strategically placed black bars. He looks up and sees people flying through a green tube overhead. He walks around a corner and finds an entrance to the tube. A pedestrian steps in.]
Man #1: JFK Jr. Airport.
[The man is sucked up into the tube.]
Ash: Cool! [He steps into the tube.] Um. Cross Town Express?
[The tube sucks him up and he screams as he flies through it. People look up from the street and stare at him. He is taken across the city, past the Statue of Liberty, underwater and finally out the other end smack into a building. A man looks up from his newspaper.]
Man #2: Pft! Tourist!
[Time Lapse. A hover-car flies over a line of traffic on the road and a police car chases it. Ash walks around a corner and sees a line of people outside a small grey booth.]
Ash: Hey! A phone booth! I can call my nephew. [An impatient robot joins the queue behind him. It is more or less human-shaped, grey, with an antenna on top of its head.] Wow, a real live robot! Alternatively, is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume?
Robot: Bite my shiny metal ***.
[Ash looks around at the robot's ***.]
Ash: It does not look so shiny to me.
Robot: Shinier than yours, meat bag!
[Ash steps into the phone booth. He overlooks the important sign outside that differentiates it from normal phone booths. It is actually a suicide booth.]
[Cut to Suicide Booth. Ash presses a button and nothing happens. The robot steps in behind him.]
Robot: Listen, friend, I am in a hurry here. Let us try for a twofer!
[He puts a coin on a string in the slot then pulls it out again and chuckles. A pleasant woman's voice speaks.]
Booth Voice: Please select mode of death: "Quick And Painless" or "Slow and Horrible.?
Ash: Yeah, I would like to place a collect call.
Booth Voice: You have selected "Slow and Horrible.?
Robot: Great choice! [Lots of knives and tasers and sharp spiky things come out from behind a hatch.] Bring it on, baby!
[Ash screams.]
[Time Lapse. The robot is getting impatient.]
Robot: C'mon, c'mon! Kill me already! By the way, my name is Brock!
[He holds out his hand.]
Ash: Help! What is happening?
[The sharp things lunge at them. Ash pushes Brock to the side of the booth. The sharp things stab and twist at the air and finally return to behind the hatch.]
Booth Voice: You are now dead. Thank you for using Stop-N-Drop, America's favorite suicide booth since 2008.
[Cut to New New York Street. Ash runs out gasping.]
Brock: Lousy stinking rip-off! [He kicks the booth.] Well I did not have anything else planned for today. Let us go get drunk!
[Scene: Cryogenics Lab. The timer on Misty's chamber runs out. The door opens and she defrosts.]
Misty: ...two, three -- Hey!
Terry: (dramatically) welcome to the world of tomorrow!
Misty: Shut up, Terry.
[Scene: Ipgee's Office. Misty's boss sits behind a large desk and she stands in front of it.]
Ipgee: This is unacceptable, Misty. You must find this Mr. Ash and install his chip.
Misty: Look, he is just a nobody who does not want to be a delivery boy. I would really rather not force it on him.
Ipgee: Well that is your job, whether you like it or not and it is my job to make you do your job whether I like it or not - which I do - very much! Now get to work! [Misty leaves. He puts his feet up on the desk.] Life is good!
[Scene: O'Zorgnax's Pub. Ash and Brock are sat at the bar. Brock drinks a bottle of Olde FORTRAN malt liquor.]
Ash: Why would a robot need to drink?
Brock: I do not need to drink, I can quit anytime I want! [He belches fire.] So they made you a delivery boy, huh? Man that is as bad as my job.
Ash: Really? What do you do Brock?
Brock: I am a Brock. I bend girders that are all I am programmed to do.
Ash: You any good at it?
Brock: You kidding? I was a star! I could bend a girder to any angle: 30 degrees, 32 degrees, you name it! (Unsure) 31. (Normal) However, I could not go on living once I found out what the girders were for.
Ash: What?
Brock: Suicide booths! [He finishes his drink and swallows the bottle.] Well, Ash, it was a pleasure meeting you; I am going to go kill myself.
[He gets up.]
Ash: Wait! You are the only friend I have!
Brock: You really want a robot for a friend.
Ash: Yeah, ever since I was six.
Brock: Well, OK. However, I do not want people thinking we are robo-sexuals, so if anyone asks, you are my debugger.
[Ash looks out the window and sees Misty.]
Ash: Oh, no, it is the Cyclops! [He crouches down behind Brock.] Do not look! Do not look!
Brock: I am not looking!
[His eyes zoom in to Misty.]
[Cut to New New York Street. Misty shows Ash's photo to a man. The man points to him inside the pub. Ash and Brock run off. Misty talks into her wrist communicator.]
Misty: This is officer 1B-DI requesting back up.
[The cops, Smitty the human and URL the robot, are standing right behind Misty. Smitty replies in his wrist communicator.]
Smitty: We will be there in five minutes.
[Scene: Outside Head Museum. Brock stops Ash outside the building.]
Brock: We can hide in here, it is free on Tuesdays.
[He runs up the steps dragging Ash behind him.]
[Cut to Head Museum. Hundreds of heads in jars are stacked on shelves. Leonard Nimoy's head in a jar is on a platform in the middle of one of the rooms.]
Nimoy: Welcome to the Head Museum. I am Leonard Nimoy.
Ash: Spock? Hey! Do the thing!
[He does the Vulcan salute from Star Trek. Nimoy chuckles.]
Nimoy: I do not do that anymore.
Ash: This is unbelievable! What do you heads do all day?
Nimoy: We share our wisdom with those who seek it. It is a life of quiet dignity.
[Enter a woman.]
Woman: Feeding time!
[She shakes a box of what looks like fish food over the jar. Nimoy eats what comes out.]
[The door opens and Ash turns around. Enter Misty, Smitty, and URL.]
Misty: Hmm.
[She looks around and sees Ash and Brock hiding behind a shelf in amongst other assorted heads.]
Misty: I am sorry, Ash, but I have to install your career chip.
Ash: Yeah, well, if you are sorry why are you doing it?
Misty: It is my job. You have to do what you have to do!
[Ash backs away and hits a shelf with the heads of US presidents on it.]
Misty: Watch it!
[Richard Nixon's head falls off. The jar smashes.]
Nixon: That is it! You just made my list!
[He jumps up and starts biting Ash's arm.]
Ash: Ow! Stop it! Down boy! Bad president!
[Brock tries to pull Nixon's head off.]
Smitty: All right, friend, step away from the head!
[Ash and Brock put their hands up.]
URL: I am going to get 24th century on his ***!
[They turn on their light sabers and start to hit Ash.]
Misty: Please, officers, there is no need to use force.
URL: Let us handle this, weirdy.
[He hits Brock.]
Misty: Oh, come on, he is just a poor kid from the Stupid Ages.
Smitty: Keep your big nose out of this, eyeball!
Misty: No-one makes fun of my nose.
[She kicks Smitty and URL. Ash and Brock run off and hide in a room.]
URL: ****!
Misty: You people were totally out of control.
Smitty: It is our job. We are peace officers.
URL: Yeah, you know the law: You have to do what you have to do.
[Misty considers.]
[Scene: Head Museum Hall of Criminals. Brock locks the door.]
Brock: Oh, we are trapped!
[Ash looks to the end of the room. There is a window with bars across it.]
Ash: Wait a second. You are a Brock, right. We can get out of here if you just bend the bars.
Brock: Dream on, skin tube. I am only programmed to bend for constructive purposes. What do I look like, a de-Brock?
Ash: Who cares what you are programmed for? If someone programmed you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?
Brock: I will have to check my program...yep.
Misty: [from outside] Open up!
Ash: C'mon, Brock! It is up to you to make your own decisions in life. That is what separates people and robots from animals...and animal robots.
Brock: You are full of crap, Ash! [He turns and a dangling wire catches on his antenna and electrocutes him.] You make a persuasive argument, Ash.
[He starts to bend the bars.]
Ash: Come on, Brock! You can do it.
Brock: Cannot...I...cannot...do...it!
[The bars bend and break off completely.]
Ash: Yes!
Brock: You were right, Ash! From now on I am going to bend what I want, when I want, whom I want! I am unstoppable!
[His arms fall off but he manages to somehow reattach them without any help.]
Ash: I do not know how you did that.
[Misty kicks the door open. Ash and Brock dive out through the window.]
[Cut to Outside Head Museum. Ash runs off and Brock bends the bars back so Misty cannot climb through. He runs after Ash and Misty reaches out through the bars.]
Misty: Wait!
Brock: (shouting) No, thanks.
[Cut to Alley. Ash and Brock stop at a dead end. There is a drain below them with a grate over the top.]
Brock: Looks like one of us will have to bend this grate.
[He flexes his fingers but Ash just lifts it. Brock sighs and they climb down the ladder. He reaches back up to the grate and bends it just for the hell of it. He chuckles and follows Ash.]
[Scene: Ruins of Old New York. Ash and Brock step off the ladder and look over the vast ruins of the city that looks like the city from Beneath the Planet of the Apes. Collapsed buildings and rubble litter the streets and holes in the roof let in a few shafts of light, giving the place and eerie atmosphere.]
Ash: Good Lord! What is this?
Brock: It is the decaying ruins of Old New York. Welcome home, pal!
[Time Lapse. Ash and Brock walk down an old ruined street.]
Ash: It is my old neighborhood. Man, this brings back many memories.
Brock: Keep 'em to yourself, pops.
[Cut to Ruins of Rockefeller Center Skating Rink. Ash leans over a wall.]
Ash: This is where I brought my girlfriend on our very first date.
[Flashback. Ash skates with Michelle on the crowded ice.]
[Flashback ends. The ice is gone, replaced with murky green waters inhabited by a green tentacled creature.]
Ash: My God! She is gone. Everyone I ever knew or cared about is gone.
Brock: Wait! You know someone!
[He points at Misty, standing with her implant gun.]
Ash: Oh, can't you leave me alone? I am miserable enough already.
Misty: Look, I know it is not much consolation but I understand how you feel.
Ash: No, you do not. I have no home, no family...
[Brock leans in behind him.]
Brock: No friends.
Ash: ...My whole world is gone. You cannot possibly understand what it feels like to be so alone.
Misty: I understand. I am the only one-eyed alien on this whole planet. My parents abandoned me here, as a baby and I do not even know what galaxy they were from. I know how it feels to be alone.
Ash: Look, Misty, I do not understand this world but you obviously do, so I give up. If you really think I should be a delivery boy, I will do it. [He holds out his hand to Misty. She gets the implant gun ready. Ash cringes and looks away. The gun clicks but Ash feels nothing. He opens his eyes and sees Misty drop her own chip on the floor.] Your chip. What are you doing?
Misty: Quitting.
Ash: Why?
Misty: Because I have always wanted to. I just never realized it before I met you.
[She puts her hand on his and smiles. Brock puts his hand on top.]
Ash: What is the matter with you?
[Brock quickly takes his hand off.]
Brock: I just wanted to be part of the moment.
Misty: Hey, he stole my ring!
Brock: Sorry. [He hands Misty's ring back.] Well, that solves the mystery of the missing ring. This calls for a drink.
[He reaches into his chest cabinet and pulls out three bottles of beer...and drinks them all himself.]
Misty: I do not want to spoil the party but we are all job deserters now. We are unemployed and we have nowhere to go.
Ash: Correction. We are unemployed but we have a doddering old relative to mooch off.
[He holds up the picture of Farnsworth.]
[Scene: Planet Express: Farnsworth's Lounge. Professor Farnsworth is asleep in his chair. The TV is on and **** Clark's head presents and a programme.]
Clark [on TV]: Hello, I am **** Clark's head. Welcome to a special year 3000 edition of New Year's Rocking' Eve!
[The crowds around him cheer. The doorbell rings and Farnsworth wakes up.]
[Cut to: Outside Planet Express. Farnsworth opens the door to Ash, Brock, and Misty.]
Farnsworth: Who are you?
Ash: I am your dear old Uncle Ash.
Farnsworth: I do not have an Uncle Ash.
Brock: You do now!
[He pushes Farnsworth back inside.]
[Scene: Planet Express: Farnsworth's Lounge. Farnsworth and Ash are hooked up to a DNA machine. It dings and a red light flashes.]
Farnsworth: By God, I am your nephew! This is incredible!
Brock: Can we have some money?
Farnsworth: Oh, my, no.
[Cut to: Planet Express: Farnsworth's Lab. The four walk in.]
Farnsworth: Let me show you around. That is my lab table and this is my work-stool. In addition, over there is my intergalactic spaceship! [He points in the general direction of a big green spaceship in a huge hangar next to the lab.] In addition, here is where I keep assorted lengths of wire.
[He opens a drawer but Ash is more interested in what is in the hangar.]
Ash: Whoa! A real live spaceship!
Farnsworth: I designed it myself. Let me show you some of the different lengths of wire I used.
Smitty: [from outside] Attention, job deserters! Come out with your hands up. We have you partially surrounded.
[Misty gasps.]
Ash: No!
[Brock literally ****s a brick.]
[Cut to: Outside Planet Express. Smitty holds Nixon's head in a jar. The glass is cracked and taped in places.]
Nixon: Get those bums!
[Cut to: Planet Express: Farnsworth's Lab.]
Brock: Well, we are boned!
Misty: Can't we get away in the ship?
Farnsworth: I suppose it is technically possible. However, I am already in my pajamas.
[Ash and Misty run towards the ship and Brock carries Farnsworth under his arm.]
[Cut to Ships Cockpit. Ash runs in and sits in a seat in front of a control panel.]
Ash: I will get us out of here.
[He presses a few buttons and pulls a lever. A little hatch opens in the control panel, a paper cup comes down, and the machine fills it with coffee.]
Farnsworth: Can anyone drive stick?
Misty: I can. As long as I do not have to parallel park.
[She takes off her coat, sits in the pilot's seat, and pushes down a lever.]
[Cut to: Planet Express: Hangar. Klaxons beep and a huge piece of machinery lifts the ship to a 45-degree angle. The entire hangar roof retracts so it is open for the ship.]
[Cut to: Outside Planet Express. There are now many peace officers all armed with laser rifles stationed outside. URL sees the roof open.]
URL: If they try to take off, give 'em an ***-full of laser.
[Smitty nods.]
[Cut to Ships Cockpit.]
Misty: Prepare for lift-off. Ten.
[Cut to: Time Square.]
Crowd: Nine!
[Cut to Egypt. The future pyramids now rotate in mid air.]
Crowd: Amania!
[Cut to Paris.]
Crowd: Seven!
[Cut to Alien Ship.]
Aliens: (in alien) Six.
[Cut to: Cryogenics Lab. Lou sits in an open pod and Terry raises a glass.]
Terry: (dramatically) five!
[Cut to Head Museum. Leonard Nimoy is wearing a party hat.]
Nimoy: Four.
[Cut to Ships Cockpit. Ash, Brock, and Farnsworth are sat on a couch at the front of the cockpit.]
Farnsworth: Three.
Brock: Two.
[He is so tense that he rips the arms off the couch.]
Misty: One!
Ash: Blast-off!
[Cut to: Outside Planet Express. The ship takes off.]
[Cut to Times Square. People cheer in the new millennium and fireworks explode all over the city. "3000" is projected onto the moon and the ship flies between the fireworks.]
[Cut to: Outside Planet Express.]
Nixon: Fire! Fire!
[The peace officers fire their laser gun randomly into the air.]
Smitty: I cannot see anything. Though!
[The altitude of the ship increases and laser bolts narrowly miss it.]
[Cut to Ships Cockpit. The ship clears New New York airspace, flies through the atmosphere and heads through the solar system. Everyone cheers.]
Ash: So I guess without jobs, we will be fugitives forever.
Farnsworth: Not necessarily. Are you three, by any chance, interested in becoming my new spaceship crew?
Brock: New crew? W-What happened to the old crew?
Farnsworth: Of those poor sons of -- but that is not important. The important thing is I need a new crew. Anyone interested?
Ash: Yes! Yes! That is exactly the job I have always wanted!
Misty: Thanks for the offer, Professor, but we do not have the proper career chips.
Farnsworth: Oh, that will not be a problem. As luck would have it, I saved the chips from my previous crew.
[He empties the career chips out of an envelope marked "Contents of Space Wasps Stomach.?]
Ash: This is awesome! Are we going to fly through space fighting monsters and teaching alien women to love?
Farnsworth: If by that, you mean "transporting cargo" then yes. It is a little home business I started to fund my research.
Ash: Cool! What is my job going to be?
Farnsworth: You will be responsible for ensuring that the cargo reaches its destination.
[The smile fades from Ash's face.]
Ash: So, I am going to be a delivery boy.
Farnsworth: Exactly!
[Ash thinks for a moment but does not seem to mind.]
Ash: All right! I am a delivery boy!
[He waves his hands in the air and the ship flies on.]