% Back in Mom's headquarters, the three boys stand attentfully before % their mother. Mom sits at her desk holding a can of her own robot % oil, and there is a large monitor on the wall next to her. Further % down the wall, her "fat-suit," the fake outer body that she'd been % wearing up until now, stands empty, and Igner is examining it.
Mom: As you boys know, one of the cornerstones of my empire is
"Mom's Old-Fashioned Robot Oil." [slams the can on her desk]
Think of it ... 10 billion robots, each one needing an oil
change every 3,000 miles. You don't have to do the math to
know that's a butload of oil.
Igner: Can I wear your fat-suit?
Mom: [yells] No, Igner, put that down!
[Igner groans]
Walt: What does this have to do with the anchovies?
Mom: I'm _getting_ to the freaking anchovies!% Mom picks up a remote control and turns on the screen to her left. It % displays a 3-dimensional model of a living anchovy. From here on, the % monitor will compliment her every word with visual aides.
Mom: A single drop of the anchovies' natural oil would lubricate 10
robots permanently.
Larry: Wow, it's a shame it went extinct.
Mom: [yells] No, it isn't, shut your filthy clam!
[Walt slaps him]
Thank you, Walt.
[she turns back to the screen]
If anyone ever got hold of anchovy DNA, they could chop out the
oil-making gene, stick it in a bunch of third-world kids, and
_BAM_ ... cheap, effective oil. Enough to put dear old Mom out
of business.
Walt: [strategically] My God! This Mr. Fry must be a mastermind of
the highest order.% We cut to Fry's apartment, where Fry is watching TV in the dark. The % "Sanford & Son" theme song plays. Fry is resting his glass of water % on top of his tin of anchovies. We hear someone on TV yell "Esther, % you ugly!," and Fry laughs. Cut back to Mom's office.
Mom: We have only one option. We'll have to bankrupt Mr. Fry, so
he'll be forced to sell the anchovies to us.
Walt: Mother, you are one clever old scag.
Mom: And don't you forget it.
Larry: But, how are we supposed to get Fry's money out of the bank?
Mom: That part will be easy, thanks to the people at Mom's Old-
Fashioned Video Surveillance Unit.% Mom refers to the screen once more, and pops a tiny cassete tape into % the VCR. We see a low-quality, black-and-white video taken when Fry % was visiting the Big Apple Bank earlier in the episode. The scene is % reenacted where Fry enters his PIN number and states that it was the % price of a cheese pizza and a large soda back at Panucci's Pizza, only % from the POV of the ceiling. Mom replays that last scene twice for % emphasis.
Mom: You know what needs to be done.
Igner: [pause] What?
Mom: [yells] Get his PIN number, you idiot! [calm] Now, I'm off
to some charity B.S. for knocked-up teenage sluts.% Mom is wearing her fat-suit again, and she leaves the room as she % fixes the sagging parts. Back in Fry's apartment, he's still sitting % at the TV when someone knocks on the door.
Walt: [from outside] Mr. Fry, it's those three plumbers you called
for.
Igner: We're here to tighten your drain.% Walt slaps Igner once more. As Fry walks to the door and opens it, he % has time to say the words "I didn't order any ... " before the three % boys lunge at him and hold him to the ground. Larry slips Fry a % tranquilizer in pill-form, and forces it to be swallowed by rubbing % his neck. From Fry's perspective, the world goes hazy, and an unknown % amount of time passes by.
% When Fry finally comes to, he's in a small, white room. It has four % featureless walls, and no ceiling. It seems to be a cheaply % constructed cubicle in a large warehouse. There's a desk against one % wall, with a menu posted behind it, and on another wall hangs a % January 2000 calendar. Across from the desk, there's a door-shaped % opening, but no door, and it leads into darkness. Fry is lying on the % ground, and Walt stands over him, wearing a chefs' hat and a phony % mustache.
Walt: Wake up, Mr. Fry.
Fry: [dazed] Where am I?
Walt: You're in the good old year 2000, working here at Panucci's
Pizza. You fell asleep on the job.
Fry: Well, that sounds like me, but I thought I got frozen. Wasn't I
in the future?
Walt: No, you only "dreamed" you were in the year 3000.
Fry: So, I'm really back!? Oh, that's exactly what I wanted ... I
guess. Who are you?
Walt: I'm Mr. Panucci.
Fry: You are? [squints] Did you grow a mustache since last night?% Walt pulls the mustache off of his face in the blink of an eye and % holds it behind his back. He nervously tells Fry to work the % "currency register," because a customer is on the way. In another % white room next door, furnished like a lady's dressing room, Larry % and Igner are standing with Pamela Anderson's head in a jar. Igner is % standing still, wearing a red cloak over his body, and Pamela % Anderson's jar sits on the table.
Pamela: Hurry up, please. I want to get back to the head museam.
Larry: Don't worry, Ms. Anderson, this won't take long. Now, your
motivation is you're back in the year 2000 and your head's
still on your body, and you want a cheese pizza.% Larry dusts her off and places the jar on top on Igner's head. He % folds up the red cloak so that is looks like Igner is her body (no one % seems to care that her neck is now three feet long ... and did I % mention Igner was wearing phony breasts?), and Pamela reassures them % that she's only doing this so people will take her head seriously as % an actress. Meanwhile, Fry is sitting at the desk in his little room, % and he notices anochivies on the menu behind him.
Fry: Hey, look, anchovies!
Walt: Of course, they're not extinct _yet_. And, if you need further
proof that this is really a thousand years ago, well, here's
contemporary actress, Pamela Anderson!% Igner stumbles into the room with Pamela on his head. Walt claps his % hands, and Igner claps his hands too, even though they're supposed to % belong to Ms. Anderson. She walks up to the counter and leans over to % Fry.
Pamela: Hello, Fry. Remember me from "Baywatch: The Movie?"
Fry: Uh ...
Pamela: It was the first movie to be shot entirely in slow-motion.
Walt: [whispering to her] It hasn't been made yet.
Pamela: [whispering back] Then he doesn't know I won the Oscar?
Walt: Nope.
Pamela: Crap!
Fry: Wait ... you're Pamela Anderson! Cool, what can I get you?% Pamela begins to ask for a cheese pizza and a large soda, but she % forgets the line halfway through and Larry has to yell it to her from % backstage. She repeats the line again loudly but unnaturally. Fry % echoes Pamela's order to Walt, who stands next to him, and Walt % instantly produces the two items. Fry is confused, but carries on % with his job anyway. When Pamela asks what she owes him, everyone % leans in and listens carefully.
Pamela: So, what do I owe you? Fry: $10.77. Same as my PIN number.
% Everyone but Fry starts laughing, including the man inside Pamela's % red cloak. Fry tries to laugh along with them, but then Igner tells % him "Hey, you don't get to laugh!," lifts Pamela's jar up in the air, % and hits Fry over the head with it. On the street outside Fry's % apartment, a white limo pulls up (with bags of money strapped to the % roof), and Fry is thrown out on the sidewalk. The three boys inside % laugh maniacally as they throw money in the air.
Igner: Thanks a billion! Larry: More like 4.3 billion.
% They all laugh, but Walt slaps each of his brothers in the face. The % limo pulls away, and Fry is left lying on the sidewalk, when another % dream sequence begins. Fry imagines himself floating in the air, with % pizzas, anchovies, and the number 1077 zooming past him. Bender's and % Leela's heads appear like ghosts in front of him.
Fry: Oh, I had a nightmare I was in the year 2000 and you guys
never existed. I'm so glad I'm awake now, and you're really
here.
Leela: Since when do you care about us?
Bender: We thought you only cared about cans of anchovies and stuffy
old songs about the buttocks.
Fry: No, that's not true!% Both of his friends say goodbye to him as they fade away into the % background. An announcer's voice comes out of nowhere and says "This % dream brought to you by LightSpeed briefs!" and a giant 3-pack of % LightSpeeds flashes into the foreground. Fry wakes up, and it's still % the midafternoon. A truck labelled "Robo-Repo" sits in the street, % and a robot is busy carrying pieces of furniture from the apartment % building into the back of the truck.
Fry: Bender ... Leela ... don't leave me ... wait a minute! [turns
to the robot] Hey, buddy, what year is this?
Robot: Uh, 3000.
Fry: 3000? Yes! I'm still in the future! Life is wonderful!
[realizes] Wait, what are you doing with my stuff?
Robot: Check bounced. We're taking it all back.% Fry reminisces about his ATM card and secret PIN number (he reminds % the robot that it was 1077), and says he's got nothing left. But he % realizes that's not true when he reaches into his sock and pulls out % his tin of anchovies. Meanwhile, Bender and Leela watch TV at Planet % Express, and Professor Farnsworth sits at the table writing on a pad % of paper.
Leela: [to Prof.] _You're_ Fry's relative. Do you have any idea how
he got so crazy?
Prof.: A-wha? Oh, yeah, they say madness runs in our the family.
[dead-pan] Some even call _me_ mad. And, why? Because I
dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters! Atomic
supermen with octagonal-shaped bodies that suck blood ...
[Prof. walks out and Fry walks in]
Fry: Leela! Bender! I missed you so much.
Leela: You did? What happened?
Fry: I was robbed. They got everything, except these. [holds up
his anchovies]
Bender: Who did?
[Mom enters]
Mom: Hello, Fry.
Leela: [gasps] It's Mom!
Mom: I felt terrible when I heard about your money troubles, and I
thought maybe I could help out a sweet young man by buying his
anchovies.
Fry: Sorry, but the anchovies aren't for sale.
Mom: [yells] What?! Listen, you little bastard, I control the
robot oil business and I won't let _you_ ruin me. How much do
you want? [takes out her checkbook]
Fry: You might as well put that checkbook away, because I've
discovered something even more important. My friends. And
they aren't worth even a penny to me.
[Bender and Leela exchange glances]
That's why _these_ anchovies are going on a pizza. So I can
share the food I love with the people I like.
Mom: [incredulous] Holy hell!!! You're going to _eat_ them? Oh,
well ... [sweetly] Just make sure you eat them all. You're a
growing boy. Toodle-loo, _dumbass_.
Fry: What a nice lady!% Mom leaves. Later that night, Leela, Nibbler, Amy, Hermes, Bender, % Fry and Professor Farnsworth are gathered around the table with a piza % pie in the center. Fry opens up the tin of anchovies and puts some on % everyone's slice.
Fry: Okay, my friends, get ready for the most delicious extinct animal you've ever tasted. Amy: I don't know ... I've had cow.
% They all take a bite of their pizza, and everyone but Fry instantly % chokes and grabs his/her neck in disgust. Fry continues to eat his % pizza happily.
Fry: Ah, no one likes 'em at first, but they'll grow on ya.
[Dr. Zoidberg enters and sniffs the air]
Zoidberg: That stench ... that heavenly stench!
[he rushes over and eats the whole pizza pie in one gulp]
More!!!
Fry: [cheerful] There aren't any more, and there never will be!
Zoidberg: More ... more ... more ... more!!!% Zoidberg hunches over in anger. He knocks over the table and lurches % towards Fry, chanting "More!!!" Suspenseful music plays. He lurches % closer and closer to the camera, until his black pupil fills the % screen and the executive producer credits are waiting inside.
% End of Act Four (7:49)
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