Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. Save extra credit for a rainy day.

That is where you grab on.

Don't be a sore loser, Adrian.

Trig? Yeah. That was the name of Roy Rogers' horse.

You're talking to a pilot. Remember who flies the plane.

But now the Manchester Arms Company can advertise the R-9

-Two hours left. -I know that, Chan. Thank you.

Would you like to handle that?

Goddamnit, I love this fucking chimp!

'Cause they don't exist.

...this is General Naird.

And how are we powering the thrusters?

I want him to do a spacewalk outside of the capsule,

Hmm. That's interesting, Yamato.

What? Marcus is it?

We've got a chimpstronaut in Chinese hands.

-'Cause we are doing it. -It's about 50 to 400 million dollars.

Oh, no. Oh, God. Here we go.

-[groans] -Yeah, they eat human babies, too.

Dr. Mallory, just in time to see a Space Force hero

A Space Force chimpanzee named Marcus.

Get Alaska on the phone.

The dogstronaut.

How much time do we have left?

[Mark] Hey. How'd the homework go?

There's the tool wall.

Six hours, 18 minutes.

It's our first Space Force casualty. It's just sort of weighing on me.

He has a different morality,

Oh, jeez, I don't know.

-Don't smash. What are you telling him? -[continues shrieking]