01x05 - The Silver Surfer and the Coming of Galactus

[bunniefuu]

Come, lightning!

Bring life to my creation.

Strike!

Strike!

Live!

Live, I say!

No, Helmut, you've gone mad!

Silence, woman! Nothing must

stand in the way of science!

Not even our love!

That yutz sounds just like Stretcho.

It lives!

Rosebud!

- Cool!

- This sucks!

No, that sucks, Beavis.

No, that sucks!

Helmut, help!

Back, back, I say!

Rosebud! Good!

- Give me that!

- Get lost, you walking barbecue pit!

Yeow! Hey, whoa, whoa!

No fair, flaming up.

Hey, what are you doing, matcho?

I wanna watch my flick!

- And I wanna see my program!

- Get lost!

- No, no!

- Gimme that!

Let go!

Ah, why did I eat

those last four pizzas?

Man, that's smooth.

- Now what's with the tube?

- Nothing.

One of the Big Brain's experiments

must've fried the circuits again.

I'm tired of him

messing up our viewing pleasure.

Yeah, well, I'm with you, little buddy.

Hey, Volto, you k*lled the TV again.

Right in the middle

of our favorite program.

I'm using

a high-frequency bio-sweep

to locate alien life in the galaxy.

I'm afraid that's what caused

your power outage.

Er, would you run that

by me again, in English?

I was sure I'd detected life

on planet clusters

here, here and here.

But then, one after the other,

they seemed to die

as if their life-force had been

drained, and, of course, by then

Ben, look!

Hey, don't count on me

chasing after it again.

Last time we tried that,

them cosmic rays

turned God's gift to woman here

into an ever lovin', blue-eyed thing.

Yeah, right. I'm out too.

No need to worry. Pursuing it now

would serve no purpose.

It's circling the far periphery

of our universe and

Reed, Ben, Johnny, we've got a problem.

No problem, sweetheart. We'll have

TV reception restored in a moment.

It's not the TV, darling. It's the

management and tenants of this building.

They want to kick us out.

I believe you to be a cultured,

rational person.

Your husband, on the other hand, seems

determined to use his experiments

to turn this building

into a smoking, radioactive ruin.

And your brother

Stop playing with fire

when I'm speaking to you.

- Johnny!

- Which brings me to your star boarder.

Benjamin J. Grimm. No, no, don't you sit

in my Queen Anne chair.

Why not? She ain't using it.

Well, I have nothing more to say.

A process server will present you with

formal eviction papers within the hour.

Naturally, you may appeal,

but I am confident no judge will

Reed, everybody, look!

The sky's on fire!

Ha, ha, ha! Warned ya! Did I warn ya?

Call a cop, somebody, call anybody!

Incredible! We've got to do something

before the city is incinerated.

Don't think I'll delay

the eviction process.

Judging from the color of the flame,

I'd estimate a temperature

of more than 600 degrees Fahrenheit.

- Hot, right?

- Extremely.

Then why didn't you say that?

This ain't the sky no more.

It's a flying barbecue.

- Hang on to your socks!

- Secure for individual reconnaissance.

- Roger.

- All secured.

Ditto.

Then prepare to disengage.

Sampling fire for analysis.

Fire's no big deal for me!

I'm gonna take it on face to face!

Your auto-pilot is now employed.

Ha, ha! Thanks, babe.

Flame on! Yeehah!

Knock it off, will ya,

you half-baked hotshot.

- This ain't no game.

- Ben, look out!

No, you look out!

Whoa, mama!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Ben!

- Oh, no!

Ben!

What the Hey, hoo hoo! What was that?

That meteor had no effect on Ben.

Reed, I'm going to try it.

Sue, no! If the flames

are a multi-form phenomenon

Ben could've passed through

a cold phase.

But you could be flying into

temperatures hotter than molten lava.

I hope not. Well done, Suzy!

Reed, there's no heat in the flames.

Thank heaven. That's because

they're not flames at all.

They're an unknown form

of highly evolved holograms.

But who's got

energy powerful enough

to generate a sky full of holograms?

Uh-oh. Rain cloud!

Aghh! Reed, flame out!

Johnny! Here!

Yah! Ooof!

Just don't get fresh

or I'll make you walk home. What?

The fire's gone bye-bye.

More puzzling still

our intruder alert indicates

that an immaterial presence

has entered our laboratory

at the Baxter Building.

How did it get in without

setting off our security protocols?

Merge positions.

Whatever it is, our sensors

show it to be enormous

but weightless.

Unify!

Our unknown caller has no mass

or molecular composition.

Yeah, whoever busted in

is gonna get a busted schnoz.

You are no longer alone.

I have come on a missión

of gravest consequence.

Should I punch him out, Stretcho?

- No, wait.

- Hear me.

You are about to die.

That sinks it! You're high, I'm low.

Go for it!

- Deck the sucker!

- It's clobberin' time!

No, let him speak.

You are wise, Reed Richards,

for I am The Watcher

member of an ancient race

far older than man.

Look.

From our far planet, my people watched

countless worids evolve

over eons of what you call time.

Some for good, others for evil.

Some so debased by w*r,

greed and hatred

that they descended into savagery.

But though our power is great

we are pledged only to watch.

Never to interfere.

Hey, you talk about weird. Sheesh!

But now mankind faces

the greatest danger it has ever known.

The danger of total extinction.

Look out! Hey, he's got a gizmo!

Wax him, Reed!

And though I may not act directly

in your behalf

I have come to warn you.

For I cannot let

this worid be obliterated.

I caused the flame and meteors

to appear in your sky

with my Matter Mobilizer.

Incredible! It utilizes magnetic energy

to generate molecular bonding.

I'm all choked up.

Hey, would you stop lecturing

and get us down? Huh?

The flaming sky you created with

your Matter Mobilizer terrified people.

That was not my intention.

My sole purpose was simply

to conceal the Earth

from him.

Him? Him who?

Galactus, Devourer of Worids!

Look!

With his awesome power,

Galactus roams the cosmos

seeking planets which contain

an abundance of life.

For without such nourishment

he would perish.

Once he has absorbed the planet's

life's energy into his own body

the planet is left barren and lifeless.

Then, when the hunger is again upon him

his endless voyage begins anew.

Your only hope is that his herald

the one who searches the cosmos

for planets such as this

does not see your Earth.

He is known as the Silver Surfer.

A tortured soul forced to serve his

merciless master throughout eternity.

A high-flying surfer dude.

Truly far out.

I must blind him

to the profusión of life on your planet

before it's too late.

The screen is in place.

Let us pray it will discourage

the Surfer from looking too closely.

First fire, now boulders?

Whoa!

Ah, such life, such energy.

- Galactus shall feast as never before.

- The galaxy scanner!

The Silver Surfer is directly overhead.

Quickly!

He must be intercepted

before he signals his master

or all will be lost.

Hurry, you still have time.

Disengage.

Look out, Silverfish!

Whoa! Whoa! Yeeow!

Suzy, catch me!

We are too late.

Hyperion!

The Hyper Space Signal. It

will inform Galactus of his discovery.

Nobody likes a squealer!

- Yaaah!

- Ugghh!

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

He will return.

No fall can injure the Silver Surfer.

Your true concern is Galactus.

Look up in the sky!

I heard of flying saucers,

but that's ridiculous.

Shouldn't someone

call the cops or something?

That aura. What did you just do?

I have screened Galactus and his sphere

from the view of the terrified populace.

Wait a second! I could've sworn

there was a giant silver ball.

My journey has ended.

At last, I have found what I seek.

For the great hunger is upon me!

Such an abundance

of elemental life energy.

I shall feast as never before.

Wow, what's he doing?

Assembling his Elemental Converter.

The device with which he will

drain your planet of its very life.

Not today, he ain't.

Hey!

I want to know more about our adversary

before we commit to action.

Galactus must've seen us.

Why didn't he say anything?

Do you greet the c*ck

on your kitchen floor?

We do not have roaches.

To Galactus, you are lesser beings.

As low on the evolutionary scale

and as meaningless as insects.

Insects!

Galacticus, Shmalacticus!

He ain't gettin' rid

of Mama Grimm's baby boy so easy.

Piece of cake.

We can't wait any longer. Ben was right.

If we're to have any chance of saving

the Earth, we must take action now.

Wait! There may be another way.

I shall communicate with him.

But you said you were forbidden to act.

Contrary to the fond belief of many

talk is not action.

Hear me, Galactus!

Who are you

who callously speaks my name?

I am Uatu, The Watcher.

I know what you are about to do,

and I speak for Planet Earth.

This lush worid needs no spokesman.

It must appease my gnawing hunger.

Wait, open your mind

that you may share my thoughts.

They're exchanging the contents

of their minds.

Stop right where you are,

Benjamin J. Grimm.

There, Mr. Sully.

Ah, yes, Benjamin J. Grimm

you are hereby served

with official notice of eviction

and, er Huh?

Delicious! Hey, didn't need

no mayo nor nothing.

So you see, there are billions

of people here on Earth.

Plus teeming animal life.

Hmmm, true, Watcher.

That is why it shall be

such a satisfying feast.

But these lives

have intelligence, souls

meaning.

I have no wish to harm any species.

Oh, darling, Earth will be safe.

Yet if my hunger is not appeased, I die.

And I do not wish to die.

It is my destiny to be Galactus.

I must do what I was born to do.

And the same thing goes for me,

oversized cornball.

One for the money, two for the show

you're gonna get it,

you big, dumb schmo.

Get away from him, Ben.

Look out!

Who do you think you're messing with,

you king-sized clown?

Hold your breath!

As near as I can figure, he's using

some sort of cosmic insecticide.

Insecticide!

Do you mean to tell me, as far as that

fender-head is concerned

I ain't nothing but a c*ck?

Oh, gee

My herald, where is he?

I wish to reward him

for finding this succulent worid.

Ah, your herald,

like, the Silver Surfer, right?

What have you done with him?

We don't know where he is.

Last thing we know,

he fell off the roof in a fight

A fight?

You dared resist

my sentinel of the spaceways!

Well, what does it matter?

My moment is at hand.

It is time for me to dine.