Oh!
Ahhhh!
♪
Ahhhh!
♪
Counterfeit Cat!
Now, I'll be gone all week.
Don't worry, Mom.
You enjoy your vacation.
Me and the little ones are going to have
so much fun!
Me, too!
Deathwish Island, here I come!
The perfect "get away from it all"
"and survive by your wits or die trying" destination!
Ooh! That's my ride!
Got to go.
Don't want to miss my parachute jump window.
Ah ah ah, Maxxie!
Ahh!
We're going to have fun right here!
♪ Bye, my lovelies! ♪
See you next week, boys!
I bought costumes.
Hi, Max. What's up?
C... C... Costumes!
Maxxie...
Garkie...
Dress-up time!
♪
We've got to get away!
Take a little holiday ourselves!
Yeah... Somewhere bright!
And sunny!
And, most importantly, a long way from here!
Oh, Max?
Oh, Gark?
Maxxie? Garkie?
We're going on holiday!
Hide out in your spaceship for a week?
Works for me!
No, Max, no.
I've got a holiday brochure in here somewhere.
Yeah, a holiday!
That's good, 'cause I've been needing a break.
From what? You don't do anything, anyway,
except for plug up a hole you created
when you crashed through the roof.
"Crash"? Man, I meant to do that!
It's called "conceptual art".
Oh, sure. Of course.
I make lots of conceptual art, too...
in the litterbox!
Whatever! Haters gonna hate.
What y'all don't realize is I'm a artiste.
I just say stuff, and the words just become art.
Here we are!
Bright and sunny!
Ooh, nice!
Ready? Just click on the link.
Man, some folks just don't get art!
They're so...
un-arty-tistic!
♪
Come on!
We're on holibops! We're on holibops!
So... hot!
What did you expect, Max?
This is the sun!
You said you wanted to go somewhere sunny,
didn't you, Max?
Even my shadow's melting, Gark!
Whoops! I forgot the sunscreen.
Factor five million!
Ugh. So this is how a sausage feels.
Let's check in!
This place has got so commercial!
I remember when all this was flaming hydrogen.
Welcome to Hotel Mega Nova.
Room 506 - the Sunset Suite.
Huh?
Does not contain actual sunset.
We're on holibops! We're on holibops!
Isn't it great, Max?
I want to go home, Gark. Right now!
What, and stay with Jeanette?
A week of burning agony...
or a week of burning agony.
Either way, it's a week of burning agony, isn't it?
Ugh! Thanks, Gark!
Okay.
Ahh, shade.
That's better.
What a lovely vacation.
Cheese!
Ack!
Aha!
I wonder what Betty's doing.
Hey, look!
Must... cool... down!
Got to be cooler in the basement, surely!
What's with these guys?!
They've got the heating on!
Oof!
If they didn't want it to break,
they should have made it better.
Now, that's more like it!
Lovely and cool!
It's colder than a Venusian's black hole!
Hmm.
Mmm! Salty!
Max! There you are!
Did you hear?
Someone turned off the sun!
They did?
What a shame!
What a wonderful shame!
Ooh! What's that cool stick
that makes you look so cool?
Uh... Whaaat?
Who put this in my hand?
Max... how could you?!
It wasn't easy, but I have strong wrists -
the one thing I can thank Jeanette's costumes for.
Max... smash.
No! I mean, "How could you?"
Look what you did!
Don't panic! Touristy place like this?
Hmph! They'll have a plan.
Holiday-makers of the sun,
do not panic.
We have a plan.
We will shortly ignite the backup sun.
There! You see?
There's a backup sun!
...otherwise known as the earth.
Every solar system has a backup sun -
some little backwater planet stuffed full of fossil fuels.
Max, we've got to do something...
or the whole entire world will burn!
That means the places I know will burn!
That means Betty's flat will burn!
That means my collection of antique kitty chew toys
will burn!
Oh... and Betty, too, I guess.
There's not a moment to lose!
Oh, come on!
I was having a great time on the planet of
endless scritching behind the ears!
Max!
Uh, I think it was something like...
Stop!
I knew you two were up to something!
You turned the pilot light off?!
Only you can turn it back on!
I get it.
It's like some weird intergalactic legend:
"He who turneth off the sun
must also relight it."
No. It causes such an excruciating pain,
no one here will do it.
Oh, okay. Well... Wait!
Did you say "excruciating pain"?!
We've been trying.
We couldn't get the handle back on.
You need to stick it where the sun doesn't shine.
You mean...
No. Down there.
♪
You'll be mostly fine.
We can lend you a protective suit.
So glad I didn't stay at home and end up wearing a
ridiculous costume!
Oof!
Ack! Oof!
Oof! Erk!
Guess that's the place where the sun don't shine.
♪
Nooooo!
I did it!
I turned the sun back on!
And I'm stood right in the middle!
Max, you did it!
You saved the world!
And you didn't get burned.
Oh, yeah... I'm totally fine.
Again with the heat!
I just want to go home as fast as possible.
Okay... a little less fast would...
Ow.
Hey, good job this snow was here to break our fall.
I guess now we know what happens to the earth
when you turn the sun off!
It's thawing out quick.
Should be done by the time Betty gets home.
Never mind that.
Throw a c-c-couple of c-c-costumes on the f-f-fire!
Hey... I wonder what Betty's doing!
♪
Who thought glass was a good idea for a spaceship?!
Activate the escape pod!
Launch miniaturization in three, two, one.
It's Sportsbowl Sunday!
Ready for some five-a-side badminton?
But you don't even like sport!
Badminton's not a sport, it's a lifestyle -
for refined fans like me!
Hey! These have to last me the whole game!
Get your own!
Sorry. I thought we were sharing.
The experience,
not the snacks.
Okay.
Hi, Throckmorton. What is it?
Sure! Where?
Be right back.
Bye!
My soda!
Gark, you owe me one!
Ooh! One of these, maybe!
I can never resist a sardine.
So... it's an escape pod
registered to the Sardonian peace ambassador.
Their planet is on the brink of war
with the Ham Star Warriors.
The ambassador was on his way to the peace talk,
and then he just vanished.
Gark! Hurry up!
I need more of these.
There was only one in the whole tin!
What?!
Max...
Did you just eat the Sardonian ambassador?
Your tone of voice implies...
yes?
Well, that's fantastic!
Thanks to you, there's going to be an intergalactic war!
"Intergalactic"?
As in "a long way off"?
As in... "not my problem"!
As in "everybody's problem"!
Sardonia...
Ham Star Ball...
Earth!
You mean...
the Catsville Claws will never get to win the Sportsbowl?!
Never fear!
I shall disguise myself as the ambassador,
take his place,
and fly to the peace talks in this!
Nyerrrrm!
Come on! Dressing Gark up in a rubbish costume?
Hmph! Nobody's going to fall for that for a second.
You're right! I have a better idea!
How is this a better idea?!
His Excellency,
the Sardonian peace ambassador.
All intergalactic officials have identity chips to prevent...
exactly the kind of fraud you're about to commit.
And the chip's inside the fish...
and the fish is inside your belly.
Fine!
But you're driving.
Get in!
Whooooa!
The galaxy is doomed.
How long is this going to take?
Can we get the game on this thing?
Ow!
Nope.
How long 'til we get to Sardonia?!
We're not going to Sardonia, Max.
Peace talks are always held in neutral territory:
the most luxurious hotel in the galaxy:
the Hotel Super Nova on the sun!
The sun?!
Noooooooo!
♪
Welcome to the sun, Ambassador.
This over-baked fiery ball of gas?
Although it's not as hot as I remember...
Some stupid earth cat turned the sun off a while ago.
It's still warming back up.
He's a wanted criminal now.
He left without paying his bill.
Because you catapulted him off the roof!
...I'm guessing.
What's that terrible noise?!
♪
The Sardonian national anthem.
Mmmmm!
And never has it sounded so beautiful.
Identity verified.
Just checking.
Oh, yeah! Perks of the job!
♪
His Fluffy Highness,
Lord Puffy Cheeks of Ham Star Ball!
Yo.
Don't mind if I don't get up.
Ambassador.
I present a token of goodwill
from my people to yours.
Your gift is acceptable.
I hereby declare peace between our worlds.
Can I go home now?!
We can still catch the kickoff!
It is customary
to offer a gift in return.
Aha!
Here you go.
Hang it from your rear-view or something.
An insult to me
is an insult to my people!
I demand satisfaction!
And I demand a fresh drink!
Ooh!
Guess I win that one.
Enough!
True warriors do not decide things with words and gifts.
They decide them in a duel of champions in...
a battle-sphere race!
The ambassador accepts.
What?!
What's a battle-sphere race?
Once 'round the sun.
First one back alive wins.
Gark...
Help me!
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa...
We have a winner.
♪
You have bested me, Ambassador.
Your request for peace is granted.
We shall seal this accord by sharing
this oaty nugget of friendship.
It has been maturing in my cheek pouch
since childhood.
Yeah... I ate before I came...?
The Max I know wouldn't turn his nose up at a snack.
Especially not on Sportsbowl Sunday!
Do you want to get back for the second half or not?
For the Catsville Claws!
This... means...
Wow. That's better out than in.
And who are you?
I am the Sardonian ambassador,
thank you very much!
No, thank you!
But... if you are the Sardonian ambassador,
who is this?!
The earth cat!
Grab him!
♪
Would you look at that?
The fish and the hamster are friends now!
I'm the best peace ambassador ever!
Fishface to Sardonia!
- Launch the fleet! - Earth!
Ooh, cool patterns!
They're like really awesome fireworks!
That's it, Gark!
We've got to get to the stadium
before halftime is over!
Drive!
Hang on!
Ladies and gentlemen,
turn your eyes to the skies
for our halftime spectacular!
They're firing back!
But with things that go "pop"!
Max... Was this your plan?
I thought they'd be all "Ooh, look at those cool fireworks"
and get all excited, and we could, like,
attack them or something!
Okay...!
Take the wheel, Max.
Woohoohoo! Sweet!
Who thought glass was a good idea for a spaceship?!
Evacuate!
Everyone into your escape pods!
Free snacks?
Best show ever!
Barbarians!
Abort! Abort!
Let us never trouble
this ghastly planet again!
All peacefully resolved, thanks to me.
The Sardonians were lucky to have you, Max.
Yep! Now, let's get ready for
the second half of the greatest spectacle in...
637 to 1?!
Well, a tin of these sardines will cheer me up.
Mmm!