Right, Mr. Smith. That's everything checked.
The energy reversal beam, Mum.
Manual calibration will be required, Sarah Jane.
Alert. An unknown force is locking in on this attic.
-It's an earthquake. -In Ealing?
I've a feeling it's something far bigger than that, Rani.
That's not bigger.
Greetings, my friends.
The Galactic Alliance have beamed me here
to convey our gratitude to you, Sarah Jane Smith.
Oh, this is a very unexpected honor.
Well, yes, it is.
I was in the middle of a round of space golf.
I got Butifrax and Tarbulon waiting back there
for me on the 211th tee.
-Who is this guy? -I am Ambassador Ranius.
-Rani, to my friends. -I'm called Rani, too.
What a hoot. The two Ranis.
Anyway, I'm here to bestow upon each of you
a glittering galactic gift.
What are these?
We didn't know what to get you. Humans are very difficult to buy for.
-Now, where was I? -Well, you lost me at "greetings".
Let me sit down.
Always more comfortable in a chair.
Now, that reminds me, funnily enough, of a story.
I must tell you. I was in the Galactic canteen
and the fork handles...
-Hold on. What was that? -It was the chair.
-Did you just let one drop? -It was the chair.
-And so was that. -That was definitely you.
We have an old saying in space. "He who smelt it, dealt it."
He who said the rhyme committed the crime.
She who said the verse made the atmosphere worse.
-Actually, that one was me. -Thing is, Ambassador,
we've encountered an alien race with gas problems before.
-The Slitheen. -Mr. Smith, display visual.
Planet, um...
-Raxacoricofallapatorius. -Well, close enough, sonny.
Always disguised as humans, those Slitheen.
Always giving themselves away somehow.
Oh, dear. You should get a new chair.
This one's very incriminating.
- K-9. -Danger! Slitheen detected.
No! A Slitheen? Where?
It's her! I knew it. Get away, kids. Get away!
You ratbag.
Negative. The Slitheen is...
Galactic byelaw 19B: "All dogs on leads."
-You are a Slitheen! -Whatever gave you that idea?
It's not as though I've got a big zip in my head.
Yes, I am Slitheen.
The scourge of the galaxy, and I look down on you earthlings.
-You really don't, you know. -I'll give you one chance. Go now.
Sarah Jane, I can't move my leg.
My plan has worked -
immobilize you all with my deadly deely-boppers.
Now to collect my prize.
I knew I could lure him out.
A computer crammed with secrets from the past
and the future. K-9, heel.
-Hostile alien back, back. -Mum, the energy-reverse beam.
It's not calibrated. How can you reach the switch?
Leave it to me. Just be ready.
No bank in space will be safe from us, K-9.
We'll crunch the credit of the cosmos.
-What have you got there, lady? -You may have the upper hand,
but I've still got my sonic lipstick.
-Whatever next? The bionic blusher? -Clyde, now!
Channeling energy reverse through sonic.
The energy-reverse beam turned your power against you.
-You're going back where you came from. -Or maybe even a bit further.
No! How could you do this to me? You're just a woman
-and a bunch of kids. -Yes, you're right.
And we protect this planet from an attic in Ealing.
Remember that on your way out. Mr. Smith.
Oh, bother!
-And it's goodnight from him. -Are you okay, Mum?
I think that was the most bizarre five minutes of my life.
Affirmative, Mistress.