07x23 - Game of Tones

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♪ Two... two, three... ♪

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♪ [whirring]

[Whooshing]

[Static, trilling]

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[Tones playing]

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[Tones playing]

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[Tones playing]
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[Tones playing]

I don't know if you've heard the
news, but it's good, everyone.

I fixed my hearing aid.

[Squealing]

[Tones playing]

Say, what's that sound?

It's that shwacked-out
music from outer space again.

Darned kids.

In my day, sound didn't
travel through space.

There's something really
familiar about that melody.

[Tones playing]

It's not "Walking on Sunshine".

It's not "Foggy Mountain Breakdown".

What else is there?

I don't know, but I do have a friend
who helps me identify melodies.

His name is shazam.

[Beeping] Shazam, what song is this?

[Clears throat]

[Singing tone]

Shazam: Your singing is
awful. I can't take it anymore.

[Tones playing]

There it is again.
It's driving me crazy.

Why am I the only one whining?

All personnel, report to the laboratory.

I've discovered the source of the music.

[Laughing]

Hologram off.

As you can see, I've picked up an
alien ship on the long-range scanner.

It seems to be emitting musical
tones in an effort to communicate.

Why don't they just use a
thoughtspike like normal people?

[With echo]: I don't know, Amy.

But what are those
aliens trying to ask us?

What do the tones mean?

Isn't it obvious?

Uh, no.

Drat, I was hoping it was.

Well, whatever it is, we'd
better figure it out soon

because that ship will
reach Earth in two weeks.

[All gasping]

That's a hell of a slow ship.

I know I've heard that melody before.

I just can't remember where.

Hmm.

Perhaps we can narrow it
down by seeing what part

of Fry's brain becomes
active when he hears it.

[Tones playing]

Interesting.

I can isolate those tones to a memory
Fry formed on December 31, 1999.

[Whimpers]

That's the day I fell
in the freezer tube.

[Chewing]

I, too, was on Earth that
day, on my mission to ensure

Fry's successful
transport to the future.

But I recall no such music.

I always forget that he can talk.

Well, that must be when I heard it.

But I guess the memory is gone forever.

Like Kaboom cereal.

And my family.

Oh, fuff.

The memory still exists somewhere
in your subconscious mind.

Amy, prepare the
radio-cranial dream injector.

Okay.

What is it?

Here's the deal...

We'll induce a dream state
in which Fry will reenact

the day of December 31, 1999.

The rest of us will watch
everything on this monitor.

Will I have pants on in this dream?

Only if you wear these dream pants.

Hey, this is a diaper.

Put it on and shut up.

Now remember, while you're in the dream,

it's critical that you locate
the source of the music.

Ready to go to sleep?

Almost. Can I have some
milk and cookies first?

Yes. In syringe form.

[Grunts]

[Alarm clock ringing]

Huh? My alarm clock? Is that the music?

Not even close, you tone-deaf moron.

Professor: Now get out
of bed and start dreaming.

[Gasps]

My old apartment.

My old turtle.

My old burrito.

My old girlfriend.

Old? Don't call me old.

A lot of young people have false teeth.

Don't worry about it,
Michelle. You're just a dream.

In which case, it wouldn't really
be cheating on Leela if we were to...

Leela: Move it along!

[Church bells] Nope.

[Bird chirping]

Nope.

[Lullaby playing]

Man, I always wanted to
ride in that stroller.

But nope.

Where could I have heard that music?

Yo, Cosmic F. What up?

Hey, my old break dancing crew.
I haven't seen you guys in years.

- What are you up to?
- Nothing but break dancing.

Cool.

Yo, Noticeably F.A.T.,
drop me that one b*at

that I'm having a hard time remembering.

Word up. That's why
I'm even in this dream.

[b*at boxing]

Well, there's no denying
that was funky-fresh.

But alas, not what I'm looking for.

Damn, don't nobody like
b*at boxing no more?

I'ma go take that job
offer at Lehman Brothers.

[R&b music playing]

The neighborhood strip club.

I never actually went in
there, but it's worth a sh*t.

Whoa. This place is a lot
more nude than I expected.

Professor: Fry, you dope.

You never went in there,
so you can't remember it.

Ah, rats. I wanted lap-dance nachos.

[Melodic chime]

Is that it?

Ah, no, it's just that ice cream
truck that almost ran me over.

[Screaming]

[Sighs]

Sorry, everyone, no luck yet.

[Yawning]

And I could really use some coffee.

No, you need a turkey dinner.

You have to get back to dreamland.

Why? I thought that alien ship
wouldn't be here for two weeks.

Exactly. And you've been
asleep for 13 and a half days.

[Tones playing]

[Sirens, tires screeching]

Ow!

Suing!

Ow!

[Tones playing]

[Tones playing]

[Tones playing]

Aw, this never happens, I swear.

There's no time to lose.

We've got to get Fry
back into that dream

so he can remember where
he heard those tones.

Stop. I'd really rather not
relive my last day in the past.

It was awful.

Hanging out with my crazy family,
falling in a cryogenic freezer.

Can't you just dissect my brain?

With the building shaking like this?

No chance.

Hold out your arm.

[Tones playing]

Wow!

Eeh, my old house.

There's not one thing about
this place that I missed.

[Dog barking]

Seymour. I forgot about you.

Aw, I missed your stinky breath so much.

Maybe I do kind of miss this place.

Maybe I just convinced myself I hated it
because I knew I could never come back.

You know, boy, this was the
last time I ever saw my family.

[Sniffling]

[Sniffing]

[Barking]

Geez, Philip, I just put Seymour out.

Now he's tracking stink in here.

By which I mean you.

[Laughing]

Yeah, Yancy, I stink.

Attaboy, Yancy.

Gorbachev that forehead up good.

Good old, crazy old dad.

Go, you bastard. Kick that football.

Aw, you blew it again.

Hi, mom. Who's playing?

Nobody. I'm watching the
Charlie Brown special.

[Gasp]

Is that what I think it is?

Yep, your favorite.

Captain Crunch casserole.

Aw, it's been a thousand
years since I had this.

- Can I lick the beaters?
- Well, sure.

Just let me unplug it before you...

[Muffled screaming]

Mmm.

Dear God. He's not looking
for the melody at all.

He's enjoying himself.

Fry, this is Professor Farnsworth.

Get out of your house and keep moving.

You're on a mission.

Okay, jeez, give me a minute, will you?

Hey wait, can you guys
hear the Professor, too?

- Yep.
- Does that seem strange to you?

Well, no, not in a dream. Lots
of weird stuff could happen.

Philip, have you lost weight?

Damn it, Fry.

Stop wasting time with your loved
ones and find the source of the music.

♪ ♪

[Giggling]

[Blows whistle]

You'd better eat quickly, Philip.
You don't want to be late for work.

You know what? I don't want
to deliver pizzas tonight.

I'd rather have one last
night with my family.

You mean before the Y2K turns our
computers and waffle irons against us?

Wise choice, son.

You're gonna get fired, Phil.

How are you gonna pay off your debt
to the Columbia House Record Club

if you keep losing jobs?

He's right. You should go.

We'll still be here tomorrow.

Yeah, but what if I'm not?

I mean, what if I never
see you again, mom?

There's a lot of stuff
I want to tell you.

Well, like what?

Well... [doorbell ringing]

[Barking]

Oh, sorry to disturb you all,
but Fry needs to get going.

I was just telling him that, Leela.

- Mom? You know Leela?
- Nope.

Leela, what are you doing in my dream?

The Professor sent me in to
put an end to this quality time.

Please. I need more time with my mom.

But it's not even her. She's
just part of your dream.

That's as close as I'm gonna get.

[Sighs]

Okay, but hurry.

The world's ending and your
dream pants need changing.

Listen, mom... [doorbell ringing]

Hello. We're friends of Philip J. Fry.

Oh, my God, is that a
Captain Crunch casserole?

[Crunching, slurping]

Stop eating, Zoidberg! We're only
here to get Fry out of the house.

[Gasps] Manwiches?

[Sniffing]

Stop that! Stop that at once!

Hey, Mr. F.

The waffle iron! It's turned against us!

[expl*si*n, belches]

Excuse me.

Mom, listen.

Don't ask how I know, but I'm
never going to see you again.

And there's a lot that I always
wished I had said before I...

[Doorbell rings]

Quit goofing off. You may be
asleep, but you're not on break.

This crisis has reached
the highest level.

Arroo!

Good God, it's Richard
Nixon, our greatest President!

That's right, daddy-o, and I
need to take your hippie son

on a far-out musical quest.

Get out of my house, you commie.

[Seymour yipping]

No! I'm not ready to leave yet.

- Mom!
- [Agnew grunts]

Okay, kid, focus. Where'd
you hear that music?

Sock hop? Co-ed dorm?

Black panther meeting?

I just want to talk to my mom.

Let me back in there, Agnew!

[Grunting angrily]

It's no use, Fry.

You were never in your
house again after 10:00 P.M.

No!

[Sobbing]

Cheer up, Fry. I'll sing
you a tune you can identify.

♪ Let's go already.

[Tones playing]

[Tones playing] [Owls hoot]

I just wanted to talk to my mom.

Your mom d*ed hundreds
of years ago. Get over it!

Quickly! We've got to find the
tones and get out of this dream.

Fine. I'll take you to the stupid
pizzeria where I worked that night.

[Zapping] [Growls]

[Booming]

You stink, loser.

Yeah, yeah. [Eight-bit melody plays]

[Gasps] Is that the music?

No, that's just the sound the game makes

when you get the all-time lowest score.

Hey, Fry. Pizza going out.

Come on!

[Seymour whimpering]

I won't be gone long, Seymour.
Just wait here until...

[Whimpering]

Hold on. This is my dream.
You don't have to wait here.

Shrink down and get in my pocket.

[Barks]

[Panting]

Okay, let's ride. [Barks]

Hey, we can't all fit on that bike.

Dream up some kind of luxury
vehicle so we can ride in style.

[Bell chimes]

[Zoidberg panting]

[Bell chimes] [Horn beeps]

What about that non-hovering hover car?

Is that making the music?

It's called a car. And no.

Michelle! Baby! Where you going?

It's not working out,
Fry. [Tires screech]

I put your stuff out on the sidewalk!

Hey, you hussy! You can't dump Fry!

That's my job!

Professor: Hurry! Only
two minutes until midnight!

[Muzak playing]

[Shouts] That music!

That horrible, agonizing music!

- Is that the tune, Fry?
- No.

Then stop dreaming it!

[Music stops]

Hello? Pizza delivery for...

I.C. Wiener?

Aw, crud. Every time!

[Slurps, sighs]

It's no use. Nothing else happened
till I fell in the freezer tube.

Well, that's not quite true.

Spit it out, pookie.

As I mentioned, I was present that night
to ensure that Fry fell into the tube.

I was standing here.

[Rumbling] [Others shouting]

The world outside the
dream is cracking apart.

Like a delicious frozen Charleston Chew!

Don't panic. The dream isn't over yet.

Crowd [Outside]: Ten, nine, eight...

Okay, now you can panic.

The last thing I did was blow
my noisemaker sarcastically

to underscore my deep
disappointment with life.

[Noisemaker toots]

The noisemaker! Was that it?

Amy, I'm deeply disappointed in you.

[Blows sharply] ♪
♪

[Tones playing] [Two beeps]

[Distorted]: I...

Heard...

It!

[Beeping]

[Snorts, shouts]

[Others mumbling groggily]

- That was it! Did you hear it?
- [Others murmuring negatively]

- Hear what?
- Just as I was falling into the tube!

I heard the tones, plus two extra notes.

Extra notes?!

That could be a response
the aliens are waiting for!

Quickly. To Mount Shushmore!

[Whizzing]

This is our last chance, Fry!

When the alien ship
plays the tone sequence,

respond with the exact notes you
remembered in your dream or we're all dead.

No pressure.

[Tones playing]

[Cracks knuckles]

Will you come on?!

[High-pitched note rings twice]

[Deep note booms twice]

[Whizzing]

- Digby?
- Nibbler?

What is going on here?

Why is a Nibblonian
trying to blow us up?

Yes. Why?

I'm not trying to blow
you up. I'm looking for...

Well, you remember, don't you, Nibbler?

Well, I... ahem... [mumbles]

It was just over a
thousand Earth years ago...

As Lord Nibbler's personal
chauffeur, I landed him

on one of your planet's many
rooftops for an important mission.

While waiting for him to
knock some idiot's chair over,

I suddenly realized I'd
forgotten to lock the ship.

[Tones playing]

[Ship beeps twice] We then went
out for a well-earned libation.

It being the celebration
of your planet's millennium,

we soon became somewhat inebriated.

[Burps]

[Slurred]: No, you're drunk.

Hey, you remember where we parked?

[Slurred]: No. You? [Keys clink]

Give me that. You're in no
condition [Hiccups] to fly.

[Keys plop in distance] Bye-bye, keys.

[Sighs] I remember now.

We had to take a cab back
to our base on Vergon 6.

The boss gave me a spare
key and I began going

planet to planet looking
for the company car.

But why did you have to blast
us with that deafening music?

What, you mean the key fob?

- [Tone sequence plays loudly]
- [Others shout]

All right, that's enough of that.

I know exactly where you left your ship.

[Crickets chirping]

That's it all right.

Although the cassette player's
been stolen and the battery's dead.

[Ship starter clicks]

[Vibrating]: Aw, yeah.

[Engine starts]

[Whirring]

Fry, you have once more done
my people a great service.

On my honor, I shall
find a way to repay you.

Thanks. But no one can
give me what I really want.

I can't stand to see him like this.

I'll push him off the roof.

[Crickets chirping]

[Groaning]

[Cheering on tv]

- Hi, mom.
- Hi, Sweetie.

You want some crackers
and a slice of hat?

No, thanks. Listen, um...

I never got the chance to talk to you.

Do you have a few minutes?

Sure, honey, you're the most important
thing in my life once this game is over.

[Sighs]

What's the point? What good is
it to talk to her in my own dream?

Announcer: And that's it!

Wisconsin has defeated Stanford
17 to 9 in the 2000 Rose Bowl!

What an occasionally exciting
way to start the new millennium!

[Whoops]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second.

I never saw that game. It
happened after I got frozen.

How can I be dreaming it in such detail?

Because this isn't your dream.

It's your mother's dream.

Whoa, wh-what?

I told you we would reward you.

Make it count, my friend.

Mom? There's so much I need to say.

- Is it really you?
- Yes.

I've dreamed about you a
lot since you disappeared.

What did you want to tell me?

♪Hold me in your arms.

♪Hold me in your arms.

♪And let me be the one who can feel...

♪And let me be the one who can feel...

♪Like I am a child in love.

♪Like I am a child in love.