Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, yo, Blake! Make that sucker blast, man!

I gotta be dreamin'.

- Command ship! - Oh, command ship!

Hi! How are you? Uh, what is this?

You still may live a long and fruitful life back there.

Listen. Do you speak English? I'd...

and hundreds of worlds, including Earth.

- Alex? - Hi, Maggs.

- Did you say "war"? - But of course!

- Grig, we need power! - Death Blossom's drained all power.

- He got them chains on him. - All right! It's an alien!

Centauri to Starfighter Command. Come in, please.

- Grig? - What is it, Alex?

May the luck of the Seven Pillars of Gulu be with you at all times!

Up to your old Excalibur tricks again, eh, Centauri?

- That was a game, Centauri. - A game?

Come on. Get back here. And take your Tonka toy with ya.

I've always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.

And, uh, this is Maggie.

Terrific. I'm about to get killed a million miles from nowhere with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax.

Come on, Alex. I wanted to get back to you.

Whatever happens, it's you and me forever, right?

Time to leave, Alex.

Greetings, Starfighter.

Okay, now, come on. Ease it up.

from parking angle?

Okay. So where do I sit?

Tell me. Who recruited you?

How long must we endure this fool?

or I'm tellin' Ma about your Playboys!

on the last leg of his worldwide tour... to nowhere.

It was called a video game. What's all the brouhaha?

Nothing can stop us now. Ahead full. To Rylos!

- We have a break in the frontier. - Fire the meteor gun!

Bill, Elvira's blacked out again! Pass the word.

Now, are you ready? All systems... Go!

- Including yourself? - Yeah.

Everyone get back! Don't crowd him!

Yes, Father, your mighty frontier...

- What's up, Alex? - Back to sleep, Louis, or I'm tellin' Ma about your Playboys.

- Stop! - Oh, dear!

And we're not at war with anybody except each other.

Mr. Brenner knew that you'd want to see this as soon as possible...

- The Gunstar is gone from our sensors. - Alert wing commanders.

There's no fleet, no Starfighters, no plan?

- Mom's lookin' for you, Alex. - Uh-huh.