[music playing]
THEME SONG: Toxic Crusaders.
Toxic Crusaders.
I had no friends, no girls that hugged
me til I got radioactive ugly.
Toxic Crusaders.
I live in a dump, becausethe rent's real low.
Got a little pet Blobbie who loves me so.
Toxic Crusaders.
Now me and the boys fight against wrong, though we're
hideously deformed.
Hey, I'm sitting on top of the world.
With my mop, tutu, and girl.
Whoa!
Toxic Crusaders.
Toxic!
[music playing]
DJ (ON RADIO): Good morning, Island City!
This is radio station WOPU, reminding
everyone we've gota stage 87 smog
alert, so wear your gas mask.
And remember-- don't get caught outside during an acid rain
storm.
It's a horrible way to go.
I love this town!
Do you know why I love this town?
Because you own it?
Because it's the most polluted city in the world.
And I, Dr. Killemoff, made it that way.
Look.
I know you're an evil genius, doc.
What I don't know is where you want
me to dump this grossoleum 90.
Ah, yes, grossoleum, the deadliest
toxic waste known to man.
Dump it in the last unpolluted city
in New Jersey-- Tromaville.
I don't know if that's such a good idea, doc.
What if some complete and hopeless nerd
falls into the grossoleum and transforms
into a hideously deformed creature of superhuman size
and strength?
Don't be ridiculous!
A complete and hopeless nerd.
Oh, I wish I wasn't a complete and hopeless nerd.
Maybe then I'd have a girlfriend who loves me for who I am.
Or at least confuses me with someone else.
Hey, Bimbette.
Look at Melvin Junko.
What a complete and hopeless nerd.
Yeah.
Gag with me a rake.
Melvin's a real nuclear puker.
[laughter]
How about if we have some fun with old Melvin
and show everybody what a bogus geek he is?
[laughter]
That's a def idea, Bonehead.
What's the plan?
[music playing]
Whoa!
You think he's stupid enough to fall for it?
Oh!
Never mind.
Hey, I'll catch you later, babe.
Hi, Melvin.
You look really, really cute today.
I do?
Oh, yeah.
In fact, I think it's time I dumped scuzzy old Bonehead
and started dating a really cute guy like you.
You do?
Would I lie?
So what are you doing night?
How about if you meet me at the pool after the club
closes, and we get to know each other better?
Know what I mean?
No.
But I'll be there.
Great.
Oh, would you also do me one big favor?
You want to hear me burp?
No.
I want you to wear a special outfit on our date tonight.
A tutu?
Oh, gee.
I don't now.
Please, Melvie?
It would mean so much to little Bimbette
if big handsome Melvie-welvie wore the cute little tutu.
Aw, OK.
If it means so much to you.
You sure you don't want to hear me burp?
What a moron.
Oh, boy!
This is my lucky day!
I got a girlfriend!
Yippee!
[chatter]
Sorry.
Gee.
I hope Bimbette thinks I look OK for our date.
Pink isn't really my color.
I hope my mop doesn't clash.
Yoo-hoo!
Bimbette!
I'm ready!
Bimbette?
[laughter]
Get a load of Melvin.
He fell for it.
Nice tutu, Melvin.
You look real good in pink.
[chatter]
[scream]
Whoa!
[laughter]
[scream]
I just had the strangest feeling
I made a mistake sending that grossoleum to Tromaville.
A complete and hopeless nerd?
Nah.
[laughter]
[chatter]
Please, help me!
I'm changing into something horrible.
I'm changing into [inaudible].
A hideously deformed creature of superhuman size
and strength!
[screams]
A what?
Oh.
I got a big problem.
Mom, it's me, Melvin.
Melvin, my son.
Oy.
Oh!
Oh, what am I going to do?
Now that I'm a hideously deformed
creature of superhuman size and strength,
where will I even live?
Try the toxic waste dump.
Thanks, Mom.
I knew I could count on you.
My new home.
Oh, well.
I guess it isn't so bad.
Look at the bright side-- how many people have
a home that glows in the dark?
[monster noise]
Well, hi, little fella.
Why, you're a cute little blob.
Let's see.
What'll I call you?
I know.
How about Blobbie?
[gibberish]
Well, Blobbie.
Here's where I will live my life.
All alone.
With no one to love or care for me.
But you.
[girl singing]
Hey!
What's that beautiful sound?
[humming]
[music playing]
La, la, la, la.
The world is beautiful.
The world is love.
Hey, sweet thing.
You got something we want.
Your-- your accordion, dumbo.
Give it.
Now.
Hey, this-- this is weird.
Something bad is happening nearby.
I can feel it in my body.
YVONNE: Somebody help me, please!
Let go of my accordion!
Now I'm sure.
Somebody's hurting an accordion.
Help!
Hey, you punks.
Leave that girl alone.
Whoa.
Look, fellas.
It's Melvin the mop boy.
Your days of picking on nerds and accordion players
are over, Bonehead.
Let's get him.
[grunt]
This'll teach you to mess with a hideously deformed creature
of superhuman size and strength.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[scream]
Hey, man!
What's happening to me?
I better get out of here!
Feel lucky, punk?
Not really, no.
Whoa!
Are you OK?
Fine, thanks to you.
I did lose my contact lenses so I can't see too good.
Gosh.
You're very handsome.
Boy, this really is my lucky day.
Yvonne.
Gee.
That's a pretty name.
Thanks.
It means pretty girl who walks in sunlight.
Or big, rusty pooper scooper.
I forget which.
So what should I call you?
Well, I used tobe called Melvin,
but now that I've had a small accident with toxic chemicals,
I think I need a new name.
[gasp]
How about if I call you Chemicals?
Or [inaudible]?
Or how about---Toxie.
That's it.
You can call me Toxie.
Uh oh.
I'm getting that weird feeling again.
Something evil is happening.
And it's happening real close.
BOY: Help!
Bad guys are going to destroy our orphanage so they can build
a poisonous chemical plant!
Hm.
Where could that evil be?
Huh?
Hey, bad guys are trying to destroy that orphanage.
That's not right.
[squeaking]
And my mop is alive.
I bet that happened when it fell into the toxic chemicals
with me.
OK, Mop.
Let's you and me clean up this mess.
Have no fear.
Toxie's here.
Let go of her, you creep!
Oh, thank you, Toxie.
You're welcome, sweetheart.
Now please step aside.
A battle against evil is no place for a little girl.
Whoa!
Are you all right?
I'm having a ball!
[screams]
Ha!
Ha ha!
Hey.
You shot my tutu.
Now I'm really mad Excuse me, but I need
this vehicle to fight evil.
[groan]
Whee!
[cheers]
Toxie!
Can you tell our home viewers what just happened here?
I'm not sure, but I think my new boyfriend talks to his mop.
Oh, yeah.
I'll tell you what happened.
My son, Melvin Junko, who is now a hideously deformed creature
with superhuman size and strength,
saved those poor orphans from being thrown out of their home.
We understand your name is Melvin Junko.
Not anymore.
From now on, my name is Toxie.
And I'm a crusader against pollution,
crime, and other stuff.
So I guess we could call you the Toxie Crusader.
Hey, yeah.
I like that.
The Toxic Crusader.
Neat.
No!
How could this be happening?
I told you so.
What did you say?
Nothing.
He must be stopped.
This-- this Toxic Crusader must be
eradicated or all my plans to pollute the world
will be destroyed.
Let me take care of this Toxic Crusader.
Why should I give you the pleasure of killing him?
Because he did this to me!
All right then.
Do away with him, and you will be well rewarded.
No sweat.
You can say goodbye to the Toxic Crusader.
Goodbye.
[music playing]
(SINGING) I'm a hero.
I'm feeling warm and snuggly.
Got a girlfriend, although I'm awful ugly.
I'm a hero.
I'm feeling warm and snuggly.
I'm feel--
Hey, what happened to the happy music?
Oh, well.
OK, Toxic Crusader, get ready to become the crushed crusader.
Uh oh.
I got that old feeling.
Oh, no.
Look out, little girl.
Look out!
Are you OK, Toxie?
Actually, I'm feeling a little rundown.
He's moving in for the kill.
This is the end of the Toxic Crusader.
I don't know, Dr. Killemoff.
What if old Toxie jumps out of the way
and defeats Bonehead with his super powered mop?
Don't be ridiculous!
Are you ready, Mop?
Whoa!
[scream]
Oh, no!
Bonehead has been defeated by the Toxic
Crusader's cursed mop.
I told you so.
What did you say?
Nothing.
I will have to put an end to this Toxic Crusader myself.
Psycho, prepare my Radiation Rangers for battle
while I prepare a special weapon just in case.
He still might beat us if he's helped
by other hideously deformed creatures
with superhuman size and strength.
Psycho!
I grow weary of your ridiculous ideas.
Sorry.
Bad guys are so stupid.
Yvonne, it's me, Toxie.
Oh, Toxie, I missed you so!
Whoa! [grunt]
Honey, where are you?
I'm right here, Yvonne.
Oh, goody.
I have a surprise for you.
I got new glasses so I can finally see your gorgeous face.
[gasp]
Yvonne, no!
[scream]
Aw, I should have known this would happen.
How could a beautiful, intelligent girl like Yvonne
ever fall for a hideously deformed
creature such as myself?
But I did fall for you, Toxie.
Huh?
But the minute you saw how ugly I am, you screamed.
You're not ugly.
You're very handsome.
It's your tie that made me scream.
Now that's ugly.
I mean, more than ugly.
It's gross.
OK.
So she's just beautiful.
[helicopter approaching]
Uh, Toxie, honey, I don't think I can go out tonight.
I really have to wash my hair.
Can I help you?
Say your prayers, Toxic Crusader.
Why?
Am I going to bed now?
No.
You are going to die for standing in the way of my plans
to pollute Tromaville.
But why do you want to pollute Tromaville?
What good does it do anybody to poison the environment?
I've always wondered that myself.
It may be poison to humans but not to the people
of my planet-- Smogula.
Oh, man.
I'm working for a cockroach?
For the Smogulans to take over this planet,
the air and water must be first poisoned to our liking.
But if you poison our planet-- as if we can't do it
ourselves-- then all human and animal life will die.
What's your point?
Whoa.
I am definitely in the presence of some big time evil.
My point is this, bughead!
This is my planet.
Even though I don't look like I'm from it.
And this is my town, which means it's
my job to keep it safe, beautiful,
and free from pollution.
Then prepare todie, Toxic Crusader.
Apocalypse now!
I sure could use some help.
Excuse me, but me and my friend are looking for a hideously
deformed creature named Toxie.
Have you seen him?
He's up there.
Oh, yeah.
That's him.
Achoo!
Gesundheit.
Thank you.
[grunt] [groan]
[crash]
You fools, get him!
I hate this part.
It's cleanup time!
Oh, sorry.
[grunts]
Excuse me.
My name's No-Zone.
This is my friend, Major Disaster.
We're both hideously deformed creatures with superhuman size
and strength.
Really?
Me, too.
Yeah, we know.
We saw you on TV and wanted to come join you.
Well, I have to warn you.
It's a tough job.
There's no dental plan.
And we don't get any piece of the merchandising.
Ah, that's OK.
We just want to fight bad guys.
Great.
You're hired.
What's Major Disaster doing?
Oh, he has a power to control plants.
It takes him a few seconds to get going, though.
Hey! What's going on?
-Let go. -Psycho!
Let go!
Hey!
Hey, that's a cool superpower.
Release Polluto.
Destroy the Toxic Crusader and his friends.
Uh, look.
It's some kind of living oil slick.
Mop, come back!
Mop hates a mess.
Oh, no!
That thing ate my mop.
Well, what do we do now?
I've got an idea.
Follow me.
Kitty litter?
What are we doing with kitty litter?
Toxie, we're not fighting Heathcliff.
Trust me.
Just empty the kitty litter onto the ground.
Now No-Zone, aim your schnozzle at that thing
and use your sneeze power.
You got it, buddy.
Ah-- ah-- ah-- ahchoo!
The kitty litter is drying up the oil slick.
Oh, Mop!
Are you OK?
[squeak]
DR. KILLEMOFF: This can't be happening!
If it weren't for those other two
hideously deformed creatures helping the Toxic Crusader,
I would have defeated him!
I told you so.
[scream]
[crash]
Oh, Toxie!
I'm so proud of you!
You saved Tromaville.
Of course he saved Tromaville.
He's my son.
He's a hero.
I'm no hero, Mom.
I'm just doing my part to keep Tromaville beautiful,
safe, and free from pollution.
Gee, what an amazing coincidence.
All three of us were turned into hideously
deformed creatures with superhuman size and strength
by accident.
That's right.
I was a soldierin the Army when I
fell into a radioactive swamp.
NO-ZONE: And I was a pilot when I flew through a hole
in the ozone and crashed my plane into a silo
of radioactive pepper.
[sneeze]
TOXIE: Gesundheit.
NO-ZONE: Thank you.
I've got it.
The answer to our problems.
I found jobs for all of us.
Jobs?
Why do we need jobs, anyway?
We're the Toxic Crusaders!
Yes, but superheroing isn't a very high paying profession.
And the landlord wants his rent.
And the medical benefits stink.
Uh, anything for a hideously deformed creature with
superhuman size and strength?
Sort of.
This ad calls for someone who loves children
and doesn't mind getting messy.
Close enough.
Yvonne, this job calls for a person with a warm heart
and superior musical skills.
[laughter]
Perfect.
"Looking for someone who really wants to clean up."
Forget it, Mop.
This one is mine.
Oh, here's one for me.
"Earn big pay.
No heavy lifting."
What about me?
Well, how about this? "Looking for someone who is
outgoing and has a large nose."
It's a stretch, but I'll try it.
[inaudible].
I don't like this, Killemoff.
That's Dr. Killemoff to you.
Uh, yeah, sure.
I'm sorry, uh, Dr. Killemoff.
It won't happen again.
Anyway, like I was saying, I don't like it, Killem--
I-- I mean, Dr. Killemoff.
You're talking about messing with the food
that little kids love to eat.
I'll give you half of the profits.
Deal.
I hate kids, anyway.
This is perfect!
Everyone in Tromaville eats at Burpo Burger.
Yeah, they got great fries.
Exactly.
And once I adjust those fries to my evil purpose,
I'll control the people of Tromaville.
Then no one can stop me from polluting this disgustingly
clean little town.
And once I pollute Tromaville, the rest of the world is mine!
What happens if one of the Toxic Crusaders
gets a job at Burpo Burger and foils your plan?
Impossible!
Imagine a Toxic Crusader working at Burpo Burger.
Ridiculous.
My plan is flawless!
[laughter]
Yeah.
Even now, evil Dr. Bender is working on the most
dastardly part of my plan.
[laughter]
Here, my friend.
One taste of this, and you'll turn
into a forgetful, nearsighted old rat.
(SINGING) Oh, oh.
Oh, yeah.
No!
This is the 81st batch, and it still isn't right.
I need to test this right away.
I need a human guinea pig.
I need--
[knocking]
Aha.
Hey, Stretch.
This where the evil genius Dr. Bender hangs?
Yes.
I'm the evil genius Dr. Bender.
Cool.
I got a telegram from a Dr. Killemoff.
How touching.
He remembered my birthday.
And that's more than I can say for my evil genius mother.
Here's a little message just for you.
Don't dilly-dally.
I need the goo.
If you fail, you'll die today.
Sincerely yours, Dr. K.
What kind of a birthday greeting is that?
Hey, I don't write em.
I just sing em.
Ah, no matter.
Have some soup.
No, thanks, Doc.
I'm a vegetarian.
Why don't you just give me a tip, and we'll call it even?
[scream]
Look out!
Oh, I hate this job, man.
DR. BENDER: Look out!
The atom smasher.
[crash]
Ooh, [inaudible].
And turn off that infernal radio!
FENDER: Hey, it's your telegram.
[scream]
Where are we going, Doc?
Egads.
The atom smasher made us into one person.
So unsmash, man.
I don't know how.
Bummer.
It's going to be a little tough picking up chicks.
Say, do you like sushi, Doc?
I can't wait.
I'm really going to clean up in this job.
You sure are.
And you can start by dusting the window display.
So, lady, should I start here?
Oh, man.
Oh, yeah.
It worked.
It's become a forgetful, nearsighted old rat.
Like I always say, the 82nd time's the charm.
Oh, what is that goo?
This isn't just any goo.
This is-- ahh!
My arm!
What's wrong with my arm?
It doesn't work.
Sure, it does.
Hi, Doc.
Hi!
Now as I was saying, this isn't just any goo.
Anyone who eats it will turn into a forgetful,
nearsighted old person.
Pull off that paper.
I call it Magoop 82.
Gross.
Why'd you make it?
Because it's exactly what Dr. Killemoff ordered.
[laughter]
YVONNE: (SINGING) Oh, give to the poor.
Give cause it's right.
Oh.
Come on, guys.
Pick it up.
Tempo, tempo, tempo.
[growl] -All right.
All right.
Jeez.
Thank you, kind sir.
Thanks, Toxie.
I always hated this shirt.
Now I won't have to wear it anymore.
Glad I could help.
Toxie, your tromatons are acting up.
Oh, they sure are.
I better find out why fast.
Whoa!
DR. KILLEMOFF: It's working perfectly.
In just a few moments, my Radiation Rangers
will have spread the Magoop 82 over the whole potato patch,
setting my plan into full swing.
I don't know.
What if the Toxic Crusader's tromatons start acting up
and he shows up and beats all our guys to a pulp?
Don't be a fool!
Bonehead is in charge.
And I know I'm going to be proud of him.
Dr. Killemoff's going to be proud of me.
And maybe I'll get a promotion.
Maybe I'll get a raise.
Maybe he'll stop slapping me around.
TOXIE: It's Killemoff's Radiation Rangers.
They're polluting the potato patch with toxic chemicals.
That's un-American.
YVONNE: You've got to stop him, Toxie.
Right.
You know what you need?
A good luck kiss.
Uh-uh.
A battle cry.
I do?
Uh-huh.
Something to yell before you do battle that'll strike
fear in the hearts of your enemies.
Something like it's clobbering time or hi-ho silver!
Hm.
Wait.
I got it.
(LOUDLY) I hope I don't get hurt!
We'll work on it.
Look out!
It's the Toxic Crusader!
Stop him!
[scream]
Yeah!
Now finish off the toxic troublemaker.
Oh, man.
Now what?
[groan]
Mashed potatoes.
You gotta do better than that to beat me.
What the?
Hey!
What happened?
Yeah, what happened?
The mashed potatoes-- they must have clogged up the intake
vent on his life support system.
He's overheating.
Oh, yeah!
Shoot, you cowards!
[inaudible].
Back in the truck.
Quick!
Hey!
You think you won, don't you?
Well, go have some Burpo fries on me!
[laughter]
Toxie, you beat em!
No, I mashed em.
Whatever.
I wonder what they were up to.
Why do they call them Burpo Burgers, Dad?
Eh, don't ask.
Hi, kids.
It's me, Burpo Magician.
And we're going to have fun.
(SINGING) Burpo is my name.
And [inaudible] are my game.
And if you think I really stink, I'll say you stink the same.
Ta-da!
Oh, boy.
Tough crowd.
Hi, kids!
How about some balloon animals?
Ta-da!
It looks like a foot.
Well, uh, it is a foot.
You know how hard it is to sculpt body parts?
I wonder when I get a coffee break.
OK.
This is the first batch of Burpo fries made from potatoes
treated with Magoop 82.
Cool.
Burpo fries are the best.
No.
Don't eat those, fool.
Or we'll turn into forgetful, nearsighted old men.
Yuck!
I thought they just made you fat.
Enough talk!
I want results.
Show me that it works.
Chill, Chief.
We told the staff here not to eat any of the new Burpo fries
because they're extra special.
So what?
So of course they ate them right away.
Say, watch where you're going.
Hey, what's going on here?
[chatter]
Excellent.
Uh, excuse me, chubby.
You know where the restroom is?
[groan]
Find it yourself, old man.
Uh, find what?
Uh, the rest of the Burpo frie swill be ready this afternoon.
Perfect.
Soon all of Tromaville will be full of forgetful,
nearsighted old people.
And nothing will stop me from making this town my pollution
headquarters-- suburban branch.
Like I said before, what if one of the Toxic Crusaders
gets a job here and discovers your plan?
Ridiculous!
What are the odds of that happening?
NO-ZONE: They love me.
I'm a hit!
Uh oh.
It looks like the odds are pretty good.
I don't suppose you guys would like some balloon animals.
[crash]
TOXIE: Ice cream.
Ice cream.
Get it before it gets away.
How's business, Toxie?
Oh, terrible.
No one likes warm ice cream.
How is your job, Major Disaster?
I got fired just because I broke a couple of bowls.
I lost my job, too.
They didn't appreciate good music.
MRS. JUNKO: Yah!
This is great!
I've been going door to door, and I sold five of these babies
already.
You might say I'm sweeping the town.
That's great, Mom.
What's your secret?
I just get in the house, and I tell them
it's so heavy that I might have a heart attack if they
make me take it out again.
It's the old sympathy game.
I thought the job said no heavy lifting.
This is nothing.
You should see the deluxe model.
Gotta run.
Lots more to sell.
Let's go see how No-Zone is doing at Burpo Burger.
[chatter]
What happened?
I don't know where I am.
[chatter]
I always wondered why this place had such bad service.
Excuse me.
Have you seen our friend, No-Zone?
Uh, you mean the funny looking guy with the big nose
who sneezes all the time?
Yeah.
Uh, never saw him.
So where is he?
I could be wrong, but I think he was taken to the laboratory
of an evil genius scientist.
How do you know that?
Because it says so right here.
"We took your friend to the laboratory
of the evil genius Dr. Bender.
Come and get him."
It's signed, "Your Pal, Dr. Killemoff."
Eat it, magician.
It's good for you.
Hey!
If it's that good, I'll eat it myself.
Are you always this stupid?
I don't know.
Let me think.
Never mind.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Don't worry.
We're just getting ready for your friends.
They should be here any minute.
Cool.
A party.
I'll make the dip.
You are the dip.
Yay!
The good guys.
Whoa!
Do something!
I'm trying!
Wow!
What a ride.
You're not a very nice guy-- or couple of guys--
or whatever you are.
Say, how about some wrinkle cream, Toxic Crusader?
Throw it!
No!
He's a cool superhero.
Throw it!
Ow!
All right already.
I wish you'd stop doing that.
Holy cow!
Stop, you idiot!
[groan]
I give up.
[buzz]
You did it!
I did?
I'm saved!
[growl]
I'm dead.
Yoo-hoo, Toxic Crusader!
I'm in here!
I hope I don't get hurt!
Yvonne's right.
It needs work.
Sneaky, Doc.
Very sneaky.
[laughter]
I'm too young to be old.
Hang on, buddy!
Hurry!
It doesn't look good, Doc.
It's good to be Toxie.
Hey, now that's catchy.
Let's get out of here!
NO-ZONE: Help!
Hold on, No-Zone.
We're coming.
Thanks, Toxie.
It was getting awful hot in there.
My hero.
What in blazes is going on here, No-Zone?
It's this goo.
It turns people into forgetful, nearsighted old folks.
BONEHEAD: Special on Burpo fries!
Two for one!
Get your Burpo fries!
Good.
It's not too late.
NO-ZONE: Yeah, no one's eating any bad fries yet.
The Toxic Crusaders!
You guys, mind the store.
I've got an evil plan to carry out.
Attention, everyone.
The evil genius Dr. Bender has put
a chemical on the Burpo fries.
If you eat them, you'll turn into forgetful,
nearsighted old folks.
Baloney!
[chatter]
It works.
I'm amazing.
I'm an evil genius.
Evil genius, huh?
Hey.
Hi-ya, Toxie.
Say, what's going on here, anyway?
Is it senior citizens' day or something?
Not now, Yvonne.
I'm trying to beatup on a bad guy.
OK, Mr. Evil Genius-- and the other guy.
Prepare to be seriously hurt.
Uh, yeah, yeah.
In a minute.
Who's the rad babe?
Who?
Yvonne?
She's my beautiful, thoughsome what light girlfriend.
You've got a girlfriend?
I may be a hideously deformed creature
of superhuman size and strength, but I am a good guy.
I knew we should have been a good guy.
The bad guys never get the chicks.
Say.
Ready for that beating now?
Eh.
Forget that.
We want to be good guys now.
Yeah.
We want to be toxic crustaceans like you guys.
As long as we get to hang out with cool babes like Yvonne.
Well, I can't promise anything, but she does have a sister.
Good enough.
We're good guys now.
Not so fast.
I mean, you're certainly hideously deformed enough,
but I think you should at least come up with an antidote
to help all these poor people before we
let you be a toxic crustacean.
Crusader.
Whatever.
But there is no antidote.
I just love Burpo fries.
Anybody want some?
Yvonne, no!
Hey, there's something wrong with these fries.
Whoa.
They taste like-- like--
Bubblegum?
I don't get it.
She ate the same fries as everyone else.
Yeah.
How come she's not old?
I'll tell you a secret.
I don't eat em plain.
I like to put pepper on em.
That's it.
Pepper.
Pepper is the antidote.
It turns the Magoop 82 into bubblegum.
And pretty tasty, at that.
OK.
I found the antidote.
So are we Toxic Crusaders or what?
Well, actually, Yvonne found the antidote.
But what the hey?
Rad.
Attention, everyone.
Put pepper on your fries, and you'll turn back to normal.
[snoring]
We'll help them later.
We've gotta stop Dr. Killemoff from spraying all
the vegetables with Magoop 82.
Even the broccoli?
Yep.
Even the broccoli.
Ooh, now I am mad.
In a few minutes, every vegetable
will be covered with Magoop 82.
And Tromaville will be mine.
Unless the Toxic Crusaders come up with an antidote.
You know, I'm really sick of you.
[gasp]
We're too late.
We'll never stop em.
We're not done yet.
What's that?
Pepper.
Oh, no.
I hate pep-- pep-- pepper.
Ready?
Drop!
Tromaville is mine!
Next stop-- the world!
[laughter]
TOXIE: Give it all you've got, buddy.
Ah-- ah--
[sneezing]
Gesundheit.
What's that?
It looks like bees.
PSYCHO: Looks like antidote to me.
DR. KILLEMOFF: No!
No!
PSYCHO: Yes!
Yes!
Phew.
You did it, No-Zone!
You saved the vegetables.
Even the broccoli.
We did it!
[cheers]
I hope everyone likes their vegetables well done.
I hate those Toxic Crusaders.
MAJOR DISASTER: Now that you're a, uh, Toxic Crusader,
what do we call you?
Well, I'm Fender.
I'm Bender.
Gee, that's kind of confusing.
We need just one name for both of you.
-Ow. -Huh.
That's it.
We'll call you Headbanger.
Why?
At last, the moment is at hand.
Soon hordes of pollution-breathing aliens
from the planet Smogula will be arriving
to take over Tromaville.
I must arrange a suitable landing
site for my fellow Smogulans.
Any suggestions, Mayor Grody?
Uh, what about the Tromaville old folks' home.
It's spacious, convenient, and you
can walk to the supermarket.
Smogulans don't have feet!
They have little wheels.
That's even better.
All the curbs at the home have wheelchair ramps.
Yeah, boss.
And the old geezers will be a cinch to throw out.
Uh, Bonehead is right.
I remember how easy it was to throw my own dear mother out
of the house.
She weighed practically nothing.
I like it!
Psycho, fill the spray tanks with pollution solution.
Bonehead!
Take a platoon of Radiation Rangers
and toss those old duffers off the property.
[laughter]
And you said there was no fringe benefits to this job.
I'm worried, boss.
Like, what if the Toxic Crusader's mom
happens to be friends with one of those old biddies?
And she calls on the Toxic Crusaders to help?
And he and his fellow mutant creatures
kick butt on our Radiation Rangers?
What a preposterous idea!
No wonder they call you Psycho.
MAYOR GRODY: That's it!
Keep the line moving.
We got a dozen more vans to fill before--
[burp]
Lunch break.
Oh, Mayor Grody!
You can't do this!
I can do anything I want.
I'm His Honor, the mayor.
But some of my best friends are moldy oldies!
Look, lady.
This is official city business.
So butt out.
Oh, unless, of course, you are a registered party voter.
[burp]
In which case, have a little leftover jelly donut?
I'll never be that hungry!
You'll pay for this.
Even if I didn't.
I'm telling my son, the superhero, on you.
Radiation Rangers? Here?
In Tromaville?
Carting away all the old folks in moving vans?
Yeah.
And they're not even using the kind with those heavy pads.
Fellas, it's time for us to dish out a little justice.
Toxic Crusader style.
All right.
Excellent notion, Tox-man.
(SINGING) We're the Toxic Crusaders.
We're the Toxic Crusaders.
[inaudible]
We're the Toxic Crusaders.
Boys.
They're always fighting and kicking and punching.
Why couldn't I have had a little girl?
PSYCHO: Come on.
Move it, people.
Move it.
BONEHEAD: Yeah.
Pretend like you're going to visit your grandchildren.
TOXIE: That'll be just about enough of that.
Huh?
Who said that?
We did!
The Toxic Crusaders?
In the hideously deformed and mutilated flesh.
Come on, bozos.
Let's rumble!
That means fight!
I know that.
I may be Psycho, but I'm not stupid.
Radiation Rangers, front and center.
[screams]
[crash]
It's OK, guys.
This is all me.
Hey.
Let's see you mutilated morons try that on me!
I'll handle this.
Whoa!
[crash]
What-- what are you guys doing?
You're going on a little space ride, man.
Ready to peel?
Three, two-- blastoff!
Whoa!
TOXIE: Don't worry.
Those awful people won't be bothering you anymore.
Is that a promise?
Cross my hideous lydeformed heart.
Whoops!
Toxic Crusaders, to thank you for rescuing us and protecting
the environment, we have prepared
a special celebration dinner.
Cool, daddio.
Uh, I mean, mammio.
We're serving powdered eggs with mashed potatoes.
And for dessert, some graham crackers dunked in hot cocoa.
If you need em, I'll even donate my extra set of teeth
to chew it with.
Whoa!
My stomach just did a full gator.
Sometimes you really embarrass me.
It sounds mighty tempting, but we hideously
deformed creatures of superhuman size and strength
have to avoid richfoods in order
to maintain our fighting edge.
I would like the teeth, though.
They come in handy for pulling pins out of hand grenades.
Once again, those Toxic Crusaders have
destroyed my best laid plans!
I told you so.
You did what?
Uh, I mean, wow.
What an unexpected turn of events!
Now how can I get rid of those meddling mutants
while I carry out my plan?
What about an all expense paid vacation on a tropical island?
I have it!
We'll offer the man all expense paid
vacation on a tropical island.
What tropical island?
Why, this tropical island, of course.
TOXIE: It's nice of the post office
to send this stuff airmail.
They have to.
What mailman in his right mind would enter this dump?
You're right.
Rain and snow and gloom of night is one thing.
But toxic [inaudible] forget it.
Congratulations.
You're the lucky winner of an all expense
paid vacation at Club Fred.
Oh, wow.
Totally triumphant, man.
A freebie vacation.
Bender, you're a scientist.
What are the odds of four hideously deformed creatures
of superhuman size and strength all winning the same contest?
It's got to be at least 11 to one.
We better start packing our meager belongings.
They've taken the bait.
The Toxic Crusaders don't know it,
but for them, Club Fred will soon turn out to be Club Dead.
[laughter]
Six miserable palm trees?
It's that all the foliage you could find?
Hey, don't blame us, boss.
Palm trees don't grow on trees, you know.
The Toxic Crusaders will be arriving this afternoon.
We must disguise this island to look like a Club Fred.
Trust me, boss.
Those bozos are so stupid, they won't even know the difference.
I don't know, Chief.
What if every trick we pull on them
backfires because their sweet natured
innocence protects them?
And we end up getting clobbered instead?
Are you starting it again?
Just a thought.
Forget I said anything.
[cheers]
They like us.
They really like us.
It's something we superheroes must learn to live with.
Oh, Toxie.
I'll miss you so.
Give me a hug, you big lug.
A hug?
You bet.
Oh!
I simply melt when you hold me.
Sort of like those plastic flowers you brought me?
YVONNE: Exactly.
Way cool.
They sent us our own personal hovercraft.
[screams]
Bye, Yvonne!
Bye, Mom!
Always wear clean underwear!
You never know when you'll get run over by a golf cart!
(SINGING) Welcome to Club Fred.
Our own tropical island.
We serve breakfast in bed.
We know you'll go home smiling.
Hm.
There's something familiar about those two guys.
[sniffing]
I got a nose for those things.
Hold on.
This is no tropical resort.
It's Island City.
What vile scheme is Dr. Killemoff up to this time?
[laughter]
Scheme?
No scheme.
Honest.
He decided to go timeshare condo with the place.
Yeah, some kind of tax shelter.
And speaking of shelters, wait til you
guys see your luxurious suite.
BONEHEAD: Well, what do you think, huh?
This is a luxury suite?
A radioactive chemical container in the middle
of an oozing swamp, bubbling with poisonous gases?
We wanted you to feel at home.
And look at the way it glows.
You won't have to leave a light on when you go out.
And believe me, we intend to go out a lot.
DR. KILLEMOFF: Splendid!
With those dimwits here on the island,
my Radiation Rangers will be able to take over Tromaville
without interference.
Attention, attack helicopters, activate the full scale
invasion of Tromaville!
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): While we were off enjoying our Club Fred
vacation, a stranger appeared in Tromaville whose arrival
would change our lives forever.
Hello there.
You must be the Toxic Crusader's mom.
I-- I can see the resemblance.
Well, you have your nerve.
I, uh-- I only meant it in the nicest sense.
Oh.
Well, in that case, thank you.
Yeah.
I'm looking for your son.
He's away at a Club Fred resort,
enjoying a well deserved vacation.
Aw.
I'll try again another time.
Uh, you-- you've been real kind.
Oh, and one more thing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah?
Stay off my lawn!
Bad dog!
[howling]
[crash]
OK.
All set.
This is really going to blow those Toxic Crusaders away.
You're just in time.
Here they come now.
Yo!
Honored guests!
Come on over here.
What's up?
Oh, we want to take a picture of you guys.
Epic notion.
Maybe later we could have it blown up.
You don't even have to wait.
You can be blown up right now.
What a strange looking camera.
Hm.
An Instablastic.
I think I've heard of them.
It's one of those 35 millimeter jobs.
Right.
A 35 millimeter cannon.
TOXIE: But first, let's take a snapshot of you fellas.
No, don't!
Stop!
That's it.
Wave! -No, wait!
Stop! Stop!
-No pictures! -Stop!
Boy, these new cameras sure don't like it if you move.
[chatter]
Uh, sorry to disturb you folks, but how do I get to Club Fred?
[screams]
Don't be afraid!
I don't bite!
See?
My tail is wagging.
[whimpering]
Maybe these people know.
Uh, hey, fellas.
I'm looking for a club named Fred.
Is it this way?
Or is it that way?
Oh!
When can a bad guy get a break around here?
You guys will really enjoy this.
It's called windsurfing.
Bye bye!
Whoa!
What a joke.
Those dum dums don't know it, but they're
headed straight for 10 tons of nuclear explosives!
Pretty neat, huh?
Hang 10, Bender!
OK.
I'll hang five, and you hang five.
All right!
We got em this time.
[music playing]
[panting]
Uh, I'm looking for the Toxic Crusader.
Hey!
Watch it!
[inaudible].
[scream]
Whoa!
What's happening?
I don't know.
Something's pulling us away.
Uh oh.
Let's move.
W-- what d-- does it l--look like I'm d-- doing?
[crash]
[screams]
It's Bonehead and Psycho.
NO-ZONE: I told you there was something
familiar about those guys.
We'd better go tell Killemoff about this.
No need to, you dipsticks!
Dr. Killemoff already knows.
I don't know who you are, but thanks.
The name's Junkyard.
Us hideously deformed critter shave to help one another
in this crazy world of ours.
So tell us.
How did you become hideously deformed?
Do we have timefor a flashback?
Oh, sure.
It'll take Killemoff a while to come up with a new scheme
to destroy us.
It-- it happened some time ago.
It was a dark and stormy night.
FENDER (VOICEOVER): Man, how come all dogs start
their stories the same way?
BENDER (VOICEOVER): Let him finish, Fender.
Speak, Junkyard.
[barking]
No, no, no.
I mean, speak.
JUNKYARD (VOICEOVER): Oh.
[panting]
Well, like I was saying, it was a dark and stormy night.
I was working the night shift at the junkyard--
uh, that's me on the right-- when this hobo crawled in
to keep dry.
[thunder]
The toxic ooze had fused us together.
I was now half bow-wow and half bum.
Now that I could read, I discovered
newspapers were good for more than just house
training puppies.
I read about Tromaville-- the town
where all hideously deformed creatures of superhuman size
and strength seemed to end up.
Whoa.
You finished that flashback just in time.
Look what's coming.
Apocalypse attack helicopters.
And look over there.
Radiation Rangers.
As a former military man, I'd say we're surrounded.
Toxic Crusaders, let's fight for decency and honor.
We could really use some heroic music about now.
[music playing]
That's more like it.
What has four wheels and flies?
An Apocalypse garbage truck.
A tree!
I need a tree!
Nah.
It's not what you're thinking.
[crash]
Repeat after me.
I, Junkyard, promise to obey all the rules
of the Toxic Crusaders.
I, Junkyard, promise to obey all the rules
of the Toxic Crusaders.
And to stay off the furniture.
And to stay off the furn-- hey!
Just fooling.
Hooray for Junkyard!
And this will be your own special house.
Gosh.
[sniffing]
[bark]
I got so much to learn from you guys.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, across the bay in Island City,
our old enemy, Killemoff, was welcoming some visitors
from his hometown planet, Smogula.
Up left aileron.
No, no.
Lift aileron.
You're coming in too low.
Watch your altitude.
Watch your trim tab.
Watch out!
Really, Gerba.
I wish you'd pay more attention to the signals.
Hey.
Rules are for common riffraff.
I'm a daughter of a czar, remember?
Oh.
How could I forget?
[groan]
Now someone get me out of this stupid thing!
Allow me, Princess Gerba.
[crash]
[groan]
Who are you?
[groan]
I'm Dr. Killemoff.
Your Heaviness.
Uh, uh, Highness.
Welcome to--
[groan]
Planet Earth.
Killemoff, I expect you to look after my little girl
during her visit here.
Understood?
Uh, you mean, you're not staying, Your Czarship?
Believe me.
This planet isn't big enough for both of us.
I believe you.
Well, I'll be holographing off now.
Ta ta.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Then, fate took a strange twist.
It all started in the Tromaville Mall
where Princess Gerba was fighting
the recession single-handedly.
Ain't you finished shopping yet, Princess Gerba?
These boxes are heavy.
What a couple of wimps!
Quit complaining and join a gym.
This royal princess is a royal pain.
Stop!
Lingerie alert.
Oh, that would look darling on me.
I wonder if it comes in blue.
I wonder if it comes in blimp.
Let's see.
I want that one and that one and that one.
And especially that one!
Who is that magnificent creature?
You mean that hideously deformed creature of superhuman
size and strength?
That's the one.
What a hunk!
Yeah, well, forget it.
That's Toxie.
And he's already got a girlfriend.
Not anymore, he doesn't.
What Gerba wants, Gerba gets.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): This next scene
is kind of embarrassing, because it's all about how cute I am.
So if you don't mind, I'm not going to watch it.
Killemoff, I just met the man of my dreams.
He's lean, he's mean, and he's kind of green.
He sounds, uh, most attractive.
She's talking about Toxie, Boss.
Look.
I want to marry him.
And I want you to arrange it for me.
I'm sorry, Princess Gerba.
I'm a ruthless villain, not a marriage broker.
You're absolutely right, boss.
Besides, what if something happened at the last minute
to screw up the wedding and Czar Zosta ended
up madder at you than ever?
Psycho, you babbling idiot!
Why must you always give away the plot?
Sorry, Doc.
I guess it's like biting my nails.
I can't stop.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, back at the dump,
our shack sweetshack was visited
by a mysterious guy in a cape.
Whoever he was, he was a heavy smoker.
[doorbell]
Hello?
Hello yourself.
I'd like to show you what's in this suitcase.
[squeak]
[coughing]
What in blazes?
Sorry.
He thought you were a Fuller Brush man
trying to sell me a new mop.
Couldn't the idiot see that it's me, Dr. Killemoff?
Are we alone?
It's just you and me and about seven million viewers.
Good.
Because I have some slides I'd like to show you.
I hope they're not baby pictures.
I get all gushy inside.
After you see these, you'll be all gushy outside, too.
This is a Smogulan muck missle-- range 2,000 light-years.
This is Tromaville before.
This is Tromaville after.
How disgusting.
What can I do to keep this from happening?
There's only one way.
Czar Zosta has a daughter named Gerba.
Gerba thinks you're a total hunk.
Gerba wants to marry you.
Gerp.
Now make your choice.
Either you marry Gerba, or Tromaville is
completely buried in garbage.
Which will it be?
I guess I'll have to make the supreme sacrifice.
After all, I'm an environmental superhero.
What can I say, but oh, I'll marry Princess Gerba.
(VOICEOVER) Now that I agreed to marry Gerba,
I figured it was time I broke the news to her.
Princess Gerba, would you marry me?
Oh, why, this is so sudden!
I had no idea you were going to propose.
Have we met?
I'm Toxie, a hideous lydeformed creature
of superhuman size and strength and all around nice guy.
Please say you'll be mine.
What girl could resist such a romantic proposal?
The answer is-- ouch!
Watch it with those pins, you klutz!
Or I'll peel you like a grape.
Now what were we discussing?
Oh, yeah, my marrying you.
The answer is yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): When Mayor Grody
found out I was going to marry Princess Gerba,
he got real upset.
Why should I be the only one?
[laughter]
Imagine Toxie and some overweight
cockroach getting married.
Ew!
How totally gross!
It just gives me the shivers.
Yeah.
You'd think a cockroach would have better taste.
She should have picked you instead.
Then you could become the ruler of Smogula
once her father, the Czar, kicked the bucket, which would
probably be the same day he found out his daughter was
marrying a crooked mayor.
[gasp]
What a great idea!
I'm surprised you thought of it.
Yeah, me, too.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, on the planet Smogula,
Czar Zosta decided to reach out and touch Dr. Killemoff.
He waited till six o'clock when the rates were lower,
then he called him up holographically.
Hologram for Dr. Killemoff.
You wished to see me, Your Royal High and Mightiness?
Yes.
How is Gerba's visit progressing?
Splendidly, Czar Zosta.
I was just about to call you.
But I was waiting until after six when the rates are lower.
The Toxic Crusader has asked for your daughter's hands
in marriage-- all four of them.
And she's accepted.
What?
My little Gerba?
Married to the Toxic Crusader?
Now, now, Your Czarship.
You're not losing a daughter.
You're gaining a mop-wielding, toxically disfigured,
tutu-wearing mutant.
Hm.
I never thought of it that way.
Besides, with Toxie on our side,
we'll be able to invade Tromaville
without any resistance.
Excellent.
I'll make the wedding arrangements immediately.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): The next part was really tough.
I had to break off my hot and heavy romance with Yvonne.
[music playing]
[doorbell]
Why, hello, Toxie.
My woman's intuition tells me that our hot and heavy romance
is-- over.
Boy.
I could never fool you about anything.
Oh, Toxie!
And I thought we had something special!
We did.
But something bigger came between us.
Gerba.
It's either marry her or see our beloved Tromaville
completely buried in garbage.
You great, big, unselfish lug, you!
I could kiss you for that!
Please, Yvonne.
You're not making this any easier.
Hey!
Forget that bleached blond bimbo.
You belong to me now!
[gasp]
[coughing]
Like the song says, when a lovely flame succumbs,
smoke gets in your lungs.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, Dr. Killemoff
was cooking up another of his evil double crosses.
This wedding ceremony will be the perfect chance
for a political coup.
Uh, what's a coup?
A coo is half a coo-coo, you coo-coo.
A coup means an overthrow!
Once Czar Zosta is here on Earth, you two will grab him.
And throw him over?
[laughter]
Oh, I like doing stuff like that.
And then I will become the new ruler of Smogula.
But what if Czar Zosta's brand new son-in-law,
Toxie, defends his brand new family and cleans our clock?
I haven't got time for your psychobabble.
I have a coup to pursue.
(SINGING) When Toxie was stolen by Gerba, my heart
made a sound like a burp-a.
A gut-wrenching blow!
Oh, poor Yvonne.
Her heart is breaking.
[yvonne singing]
YVONNE (SINGING): Oh, I miss him-- (HIGH-PITCHED) so!
Not to mention our mirrors.
That brings us to-- [inaudible] 56 years of bad luck.
Troops, we've got to do something
to cheer up the little lady.
It's as plain as the nose on No-Zone's face.
What Yvonne needs is a new main squeeze.
Great.
Who are we going to get to date her?
How about me? Me!
Uh-uh.
Not you, Blobbie.
Someone of her own species.
Aw.
I know.
We'll all take her out.
Won't that get kind of crowded?
I didn't mean all of us at once.
We'll take her out one at a time.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): It wasn't easy watching my best
buddies romancing my best girl.
The first luckystiff was Junkyard.
Junkyard, this picnic was a simply marvelous idea.
And all this time, I thought you were nothing but a hound dog.
I'm a mutt of many moods, Yvonne.
Permit me to dispose of your chicken bones.
Can I get you anything else?
Maybe a shovel.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Yvonne had just enough time
to wash her hair and take a flea bath before her movie
matinee date with Headbanger.
"Attack of the Zombie Surfers."
Nonsense.
Yvonne is much too intellectual for garbage like that.
We'll see paramecium on parade."
Zombie Surfers.
No. paramecium on Parade.
Zombie Surfers.
[inaudible].
[scream]
[fighting]
No, take this, too.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): While all this dating was going on,
Dr. Killemoff was going over his latest dirty scheme
to Bonehead and Psycho.
Now here's the plan.
Bonehead, Psycho, grab the end of this scroll and run.
What's this thing, boss?
A giant roll of super sticky fly paper.
I plan to trap Czar Zosta in it and make him bend to my will.
Yeah!
That should really bug him!
[laughter]
[scream]
No!
Look out!
[groan]
[crash]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Major Disaster-- nature lover
that he is-- took Yvonne for a romantic stroll
under the trees.
[clearing throat]
Yvonne, your eyes are the color of, uh, Kentucky bluegrass
just after it's been fertilized.
Why, Mayor Disaster, you sweet talker, you.
Oh, look at those gorgeous bananas.
Would you like one?
That's easy.
Yo, banana tree, we'll have a ripe one to go.
This looks like a good one.
[grunt]
[scream]
[coughing]
One good thing about this date-- at least
I won't have totake another bath.
Killemoff, how many time shave I told you never
to hologram when I'm eating?
Forgive me, Your Beedleness.
It's about the wedding.
Sorry, Killemoff.
Only family and close friends are invited.
I came to tell you that I'd be honored
to pay for the entire thing.
Well, in that case, maybe I could sneak you in.
Oh, you won't regret it, sir.
It will be a lovely ceremony.
It had better be!
Now bug off, Killemoff.
BONEHEAD: Hey, welcome back, Doc.
How was the trip?
Excellent.
That bloated bug walked right into my trap.
Soon you lunkheads will be looking
at the new Czar of Smogula!
[laughter]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): There was only one
man in all of Tromaville who was jealous
of my upcoming nuptials.
You guessed it.
Mayor Grody.
He still had hopes of marrying Gerba himself
and becoming Czar Zosta's son-in-law.
Finally, he saw his big moment.
What is it, Gerba?
Look!
Frozen yogurt!
I'm really into health foods.
Which flavor do you want?
All of em!
Oh, hey, what's this?
A surprise bridal shower?
[laughter]
I hope it's one of those where everyone brings a dish.
All they had left was broccoli.
She's gone!
There's something suspicious about this.
It's not like Gerba to run off when there's food on the way.
Uh oh!
My tromatons are kicking in!
It's those tire tracks!
There's something evil about them.
I'll just bet there's some connection between them
and my missing bride-to-be.
GERBA: Are we at the bridal shower already?
Oh, is that barbecue I smell?
Just bring me half a cow.
I want to leave room for dessert.
Ta-da!
Oh, you must be the male stripper.
No!
I'm the true love of your life.
Can't you see?
We're two of a kind.
Forget Toxie. Meh.
Marry me.
I'm bugs about you.
Yeah, well, you've won me over, mysterious stranger.
What girl could resist such a romantically dashing approach?
Take me!
I'm yours!
[groan]
This will be just a little fling, you realize.
Nothing heavy.
TOXIE: Gerba?
What's going on here?
Uh.
Toxie?
Thank goodness you're here!
[gasp]
This horrible thing tried to take advantage
of my girlish innocence.
And worse than that, he stole Mayor Grody's limousine.
Take that, you beast!
It's some kind of weird martian creature.
I'll take care of him.
Shoo.
Scat.
Go back to your own planet.
Oh, my brave, hunky hero!
I am the luckiest girl in the entire universe.
Mwah!
[squeak]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER):Finally, the big day
arrived-- along with the Smogulan wedding party.
Actually, I was pretty impressed.
Are you with the groom's family or the bride's?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't notice your mandible.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, in his Island City penthouse,
Dr. Killemoff was about to put his vicious scheme into action.
All right, men.
I'm about to put my vicious scheme into action.
Is there an echo in here?
Nah.
You're just hearing things.
Hearing things.
Round up the Radiation Rangers and wait for my signal.
Right, boss!
I can't wait to return to the planet Smogula
as their new leader.
Best of all, the TV reception is so much better there.
Dearly beloved, let the wedding ceremony begin.
Hit it!
[music playing]
(SINGING) Here comes the bride and groom so happy,
but I feel so doomed.
Cause while they're off on their honeymoon,
I'll sit all alone in my cramped little room.
I guess I'm doomed to a life of gloom
until they put me in my tomb.
(HIGH-PITCHED SINGING)
[howling]
[crying]
Do you, Princess Gerba, take this hideously deformed
creature of superhuman size and strength
to be your awfully wedded husband?
You bet your antenna I do.
And do you, Toxie, take this incredibly
gorgeous specimen of womanhood for your woof-- I mean, wife?
What are my choices again?
He does already.
Now get on with it!
I'm starved!
If there's anyone present who sees any reason why
these two should not be join edin marriage, let him speak now
or forever keep a lid on it.
I hate to interrupt this touching scene,
but I'm about toover throw Czar Zosta.
It'll just take a second.
Hit the deck, insects!
[screams]
[chatter]
Killemoff, you'll pay for this!
Just send me the bill!
[laughter]
Toxic Crusaders, it's clean up time!
That's all I needed to hear.
Ah-- choo!
Hey, fellas!
Have some punch.
It's a knockout!
Watch this, Toxie's mom.
It's called lawn bowling.
Ooh, boy.
You got a perfect strike.
Someone get me out of here!
That's a royal command!
Don't worry, future father-in-law.
I'll handle this.
[scream]
Here.
Let me help you to your feet-- or whatever those things are.
Son, in exchange for freeing us,
I'm postponing the muck missile attack on Tromaville til
next Tuesday.
Gosh.
And I thought you were a bad guy.
I am.
You just happened to catch me on an off day.
DR. KILLEMOFF: Why do these things always happen to me?
I'll get you for this, Killemoff!
You can run, but you cannot hide!
Sorry about the interruption, Gerba.
We can get on with the wedding now.
Ah, forget it, zits for brains.
I decided to marry someone else.
This is the famous Chef Wolfgang Yuck.
We have so much in common.
Come on, Woflie.
Let's go back to Smogula and get to know
each other over four or five dozen of your famous pizzas.
Hot diggity dogs.
Now you won't have to marry that bow-wow Gerba.
[cheers]
Yvonne, did you hear the good news?
Gerba dumped me.
I'm all yours.
That's the best news I've heard since my last dental checkup.
Doesn't that wedding cake give you some ideas?
It sure does.
Wouldn't it be a shame to let it go to waste?
It sure would.
Come on, guys.
Chow time!
All right!
Save me some icing.
[chatter]
Come with me, darling.
I'll make you a nice bowl of matzah ball soup.
[music playing]