01x25 - A Star is Born / Galactic Star Games

[bunniefuu]

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Space, home to strange and mysterious

marvels. Black holes, ice dwarves, bunny

rabbit ballet.

Hey, who are you calling strange?

Okay, I made that last one up. But

there's still lots of weird stuff in

space, yet nothing that can't be handled

by the Zula Patrol.

I believe the wormhole is right about

here. Oh, Wilson. Hello, Zula

Patrollers. You rang. Hi, Wilson. We're

going to a dress like a chicken party in

the Eggtopia galaxy. That's clear across

the universe. I know. That's why we need

a wormhole to help us get there. Say no

more, my friends. Wilson is at your

service.

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Uh-oh.

Oh no. We've used almost all our fuel

and our guidance system is fried. And

we're light years from Zula, lost in the

middle of nowhere. Everywhere is

somewhere, wig. I just don't know where

our particular somewhere happens to be.

Hang on, g*ng. Check this out. Proto

stars. Great galaxy. We're inside a

nebula.

What's a nebula?

Let me show you with my trusty Motoedia.

Look, there's the Cat Eye Nebula, the

Horsehead Nebula, and the Ring Nebula.

They're so beautiful. and useful, too. A

nebula is a huge cloud of gas and dust

in space where all stars are born. Even

the sun, which is a star, was born

inside a nebula about 5 billion years

ago.

Wow. She must meet an awful lot of

candles for her birthday cake.

As protoars, or young stars grow, they

pull gas and dust from the nebula toward

them. The gas and dust squash together.

All that squashing makes them get

heavier and hotter. The proto stars get

so hot that they explode. You could say

they pop like giant kernels of popcorn

as they turn into beautiful grownup

stars.

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Well, I'd love to look at a nebula all

day, but I'm worried about getting home.

If we can't get more fuel, we'll be

stuck here for good.

Why don't we ask one of those protoars

for help?

Here comes a protoar now. And there he

goes.

Finally, I'm going to get a look at

what's out there.

Uh-oh.

Someone is trying to leave our nebula.

Never fear. It's Buck Starburst to the

rescue. I'll soon have him safely home.

Byron. Hulk. In the name of Buck

Starburst.

Buck, you've been chasing me for about

6,000 years. Why don't you just leave me

alone?

Just doing my job. protecting all us

protostars from the unknown. Because

wherever there's a protoar that needs

protecting, wherever there's a nebula

that needs nebuling, wherever there's a

double binary star cluster that needs

whatever they need, I'll be there. Or my

name's not

Starburst.

Say, what's that over there?

Where? I don't see anything.

I'm sure I saw something unknown. That's

a clear violation of rule number 8563A.

Unknown somethings.

Hey, Buck. I think I see another protoar

trying to escape.

Where?

Way over there.

Oo, thanks. Hey, you fault in the name

of

Jeez, not the bucket again.

Star Wars.

Sorry. Buck means well, but any kind of

change in our nebula scares him. My

name's Byron. Hi, Byron. We're the Zula

Patrol. Are you sure Buck wouldn't like

to meet us? Like him, it's our job to

protect others, too. From change?

Oh my heavens, no. We like change and

discovering new things. That's how we

learn.

Really? I've waited so long to meet

beings like you. I bet the other

protoars would love to meet you, too.

Great idea. If any are about to become

stars, maybe we can use some of their

stellar energy as fuel to get home.

Terrific. Bring them on.

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They're called the Zula Patrol. They

come from a totally different part of

space.

We always thought there weren't any

other beings outside of our nebula.

Excuse me for saying so, but you all

seem a little older than most

protostars. Shouldn't you have changed

into grownup stars thousands of years

ago? We really don't know much about

ourselves. But I always thought there

was more to being a protoar than hanging

around inside a big cloud.

But this isn't just any cloud. It's a

nebula. And it plays an important part

in your future. Would you like to see

what I'm talking about?

Yeah.

Gorga, activate my molto evolvo vision.

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Hi boys and girls. I'm Frody the

protoar.

I live in a nursery for young stars

called a nebula. For years I've been

pulling gases and dust from the nebula

toward me. It all starts to squeeze

together and I get heavier and hotter

until finally

look at me now. I'm a grownup star just

like the sun. She's over 5 billion years

old.

Please, I don't look a day over 3

billion. Someday this same change will

happen to you and you and you.

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What's going on here? Unknown

somethings.

You protoars were supposed to change

into stars long ago. We're just trying

to help you out. Look, I know we asked

you to protect us from anything new and

different, but times have changed and we

want to change with them.

But but we all agreed that change is

scary, right? You can't change that.

I remember a time when my sister Wizzy

and I felt like you do now. It was our

first day of school. I don't want to go

in there. Why can't we just stay home?

It's not too late to get out of here.

Hello there, fellow knowledge seekers.

How come you're not in school?

We were going to ask you that.

It's my first day of kindergarten, too.

Would you believe me if I said I was

afraid to go to class? I don't know what

to expect.

Maybe if we all went in together, it

wouldn't be so scary.

Do you really think so?

Sure, you can hang with us. We'll look

out for you.

Aren't you a little big for

kindergarten?

Oh my stars. I'm not a student. I'm the

new teacher.

After that first day, school didn't seem

so scary. We all ended up having fun.

Especially me. So, you see, it's okay to

be scared by change and new things. But

remember, trying new things is how we

learn and grow.

That sure makes me feel better. But all

these new ideas are making my head spin.

I don't see how we're ever going to get

them to change into grown-up stars.

We're not going to give up that easily.

We have to help these proto stars.

Zeter's right. This is a job for the

Zula patrol. I sure hope this works.

It will with our ship disguised as the

protoar. We're almost out of fuel. So if

it doesn't, we're in deep trouble. Okay,

Byron, you know what to do. Hey Buck,

come quick. There's a slippery protoar

heading toward the edge of our nebula

again.

You there, return at once or feel the

wrath of my echo bucket.

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We're out of fuel.

Fortunately, Buck's so hot from his run

and so full of space dust, he's about to

explode and become a grownup.

Hey, who turned on the lights? I feel so

different. But I like it. The Zula

Patrol was right. I'm sorry. By

protecting everyone from new things, I

was keeping us all from becoming the

beautiful shining stars we were meant to

be.

That's okay, Buck. Hey, will you help

the rest of us change into grown-up

stars, too?

It's easy. All you have to do is take

some deep breaths, just like Buck did.

Now, hold it.

Now, let it go. Extending

solar panels to collect energy from our

star friends.

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We did it with a little help from the

Zula Patrol.

Byron, I just don't know what you were

thinking making us wait this long to

change into grown-up stars.

Me?

Welcome back, Zula Patrol. I heard what

you did to help those protoars. Thanks.

Did you know they named their nebula

after you?

Who is that?

And so, we've learned that trying

something new can be a good thing. Now,

if only we could learn to pronounce the

name of that nebula. Zula Kula Hula. No.

No. Uh, Pastor Fazula. No, that's not

it.

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Hi there, science fans. Come on in. Time

for our mult. Do you know what these

are?

That's right. Each one is a nebula. A

nebula certainly takes up lots of space.

That's because it's a huge cloud of gas

and dust. Something very special is born

inside one. Do you know what it is?

Right. Again, a star. Stars are born in

a nebula. We have a star in the solar

system. Do you know who it is? You've

got it. The sun. The sun was born in a

nebula 5 billion years ago.

Good thing they named her son instead of

Ethel, or we'd all be reading the Sunday

funnies on Ethel day.

Sometimes I I just crack myself up.

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space. It's that big long bar on your

keyboard where the cookie crumbs fall.

While I look for more snacks under the

keys, why don't you see what the Zula

Patrol's up to?

Safety goggles on. Everyone

deploying solar shield.

I bring you greetings. Say, you look as

bright and gaseous as ever.

How can we help you?

It's my auntie Dorothy. She's a lovely

star, a red dwarf. She's practicing for

the upcoming Galactic Star Games. Isn't

that the big tournament where teams of

stars compete against each other in

different games?

Exactly.

Dorothy has her heart set on entering

the games, and I'd like to go help her,

but that might cause some um problems.

You mean like the total destruction of

the solar system?

That's one. Since I can't get away, I

was hoping you could go for me. We'd be

happy to. You're very important to us.

You could say the whole world revolves

around you.

I knew I could count on the Zula patrol.

Moto, what did this son mean about her

aunt being a red dwarf?

Excellent question. Let's take a look in

the Motoedia.

When you look at the night sky, the

stars look like twinkling lights. But

have you noticed that stars come in

different colors? A little help, please.

Thank you. All stars, including our

friend the sun, are huge ba*ls of gas.

And how hot a star is determines its

color. The big blue stars are the

hottest of all the stars.

Then come the yellow stars not as hot as

the blue stars.

And red stars are even less hot than

yellow ones.

The smallest red stars, like Aunt

Dorothy, are called red dwarfves.

Right. And red dwarf stars can last

billions of years.

Wow. Billions of years. When the sun

said her aunt was old, she wasn't

kidding.

So, you're the Zula patrol. My niece

told me all about you. How is she?

She's fine, ma'am. She wanted us to see

if there was a way we could help you

prepare for the Galactic Star Games.

Well, bless her heart. But there's

really no need. I've been training for

eons and now I'm all set to try out for

a team. And please honey, call me Auntie

Dorothy.

You know, Auntie Dorothy, you remind me

of my own aunt. Well, except you're four

trillion times bigger.

Wow, look at that. That's the team I

want to join. They're called the

Superstars. They're practicing for the

Starlight Scramble event.

Oh, I've heard of that. That's where

teams of stars slide through space and

form beautiful patterns.

Move it. Move it. Get the heavy metals

out. Now shift.

Just okay. Take five and we'll do it

again.

Aren't they spectacular?

I've wanted to be on that team since I

was a starlet. I've practiced and

practiced and now I'm ready to be a

superstar.

Nope. No room on the team.

But Coach Bruno, you haven't even seen

my moves yet. At least let me try out.

Don't have to. You're too old. My team

is made up of young stars.

Too old.

Hey, you haven't even given her a

chance.

When's the last time you coached a

winning team, huh? Well, I've coached

the last four, and it takes young stars

to win. I'm not going to waste my time

with every old star who thinks she's

still hot stuff.

I'm sorry you're sad, Aunt Dorothy. That

Coach Bruno is so unfair.

Oh, you said it, youngster. Coach Bruno

wouldn't know talent if it orbited

around his face.

Audie?

Aie's a member of my dance club.

Dorothy, I heard how Bruno treated you.

Oh, it makes me so mad.

But what can you do? I'll tell you what

you can do. You can stand up for

yourselves. Show them what you're made

of.

Hydrogen and helium.

No, I mean you should form your own

Starlight Scramble team and beat Bruno

at his own game.

But his team is made up of young, strong

blue stars. They always win. We don't

stand a chance.

Oh, Fed Stakes. It's a wonderful idea.

We'll get the members of the dance club

together and form our own team. That is

if these fine folks can help coach

Chase.

You can count on us.

Dorothy, you've got solar flare. I'm

with you.

Okay, everybody. The first practice of

the red dwarf star charges is about to

start.

We'll start with the pyramid formation.

Keep those lines straight.

You go right.

Uh, your other right.

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Come on, Star Chargers. We're not going

to let a little setback discourage us,

are we? We're going to double our

effort. Try harder.

Excuse me, Bula, but we weren't born

yesterday. Face it. We were awful. It's

no use.

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I'm afraid Audi's right. Learning these

complicated formations takes time. Time

we don't have. The Galactic Star Games

are tomorrow.

Look, maybe we're not going about this

the right way. You're in a dance club,

right? Instead of marching the routines,

why not do some fancy dance moves?

We can dance.

[Laughter]

Say for a youngster, that cheater has

quite a head on her shoulders.

If you're going to dance, we can supply

the music.

Not bad. But listen to this.

And a one. And a two. And a

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Those creaky old stars have created a

totally new routine. It's brilliant.

They're bound to win first prize.

They must be stopped.

Perfect. Now, everyone, go home and get

some rest. Tomorrow's the big contest.

Uh, Telegram for Arty Fusion Core. Huh?

What did you say? Telegram? Uh, will you

read it to me? I don't have my glasses.

Uh, Arty, the Starlight Scramble has

been moved to the other side of the

Milky Way galaxy. You must leave now.

Don't think, just go. Repeat.

Go.

Warmly Auntie Dorothy.

Way over there. I'd better get going

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programs. Get your Galactic Star Games

programs. And now to kick off the

Starlight Scramble, the twinkling

titans.

Head starting. And Arty isn't here yet.

This isn't like him.

Zeter, have you been able to get a hold

of Arty yet?

He left the message. Listen.

Hi, Zula Patrol. I got a message from

Dorothy to go to the other side of the

Milky Way. So that's where I am.

What? But why would Audie leave? He

knows we need his music.

We can catch up with him and bring him

back. This is a job for the Zula Patrol.

Wizzy Wig, you stay here with Auntie

Dorothy. The rest of us have an arty to

catch.

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I can't stop now. I got to get to the

Galactic Star Games.

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Party. No. They're being played back

where you were. I wish they'd make up

their minds.

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This is great. I got to join my team.

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And Starch Chargers had to start without

Arty. Darty decided it was time to try

some new music. Cool, huh?

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[Applause]

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to award the Star Chargers with the

Starlight Scrambles first prize.

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Uh, congratulations.

And I'm really sorry. I was wrong when I

said you were too old. I guess being

your age means you've had time to learn

a lot of stuff we haven't. Maybe you

could teach us some of it.

Glad to. And don't worry, you'll get it.

You're young yet.

Well, time we head back to Zula. I can't

thank you enough. And when you pass

through the solar system on your way

home, thank my niece son for sending

you. Oh, and tell it for me that her r

auntie Dorothy may be getting older, but

she's still cool.

And the one and the two and the three.

Music, dancing, and more stars than you

can shake a stick at. You get it all

with each and every adventure of the

Zula Patrol.

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It's time for our molto moment. Now, can

you tell me what causes the stars to be

different colors?

Um, paint.

Not exactly. Do you know? Right. You

are. The color of a star is determined

by its temperature or how hot it is. Big

blue stars are the hottest of all the

stars. Then come the yellow stars, less

hot than the blue stars. And red stars

are less hot than yellow ones. And for

paying attention, you deserve a gold

star.

Now that's hot.

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