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There. That should do it.
The Ranger Rocket is all ready for its first test flight.
We'd better get Monterey Jack to help us set the launching gear.
You?
Are you sure you're strong enough, Zipper?
Zipper!
Hurry! Hurry, Monterey! We're gonna miss the test flight.
Zipper, you didn't try to launch the rocket all by yourself, did you?
You should've waited for us.
Yeah. You're too puny for this kind of job.
Don't forget, mate, you're just a wee little dodger.
Well, look at that.
My little pal is trying to build up his body.
Hm. Looks like it's his confidence that could use a little building up.
Hey, Monterey. Where's the party?
Oh, Dale. Never sneak up on me like that.
You can't tell how l might react. Sorry, Monterey. Whatcha doing?
Poor little Zip's feeling a mite low, so l thought l'd give him a boost
if you know what l mean.
Oh, l get it. Here, let me help. Whoops!
Hey! What's the big idea?
Ha-ha-ha-ha! You look funny. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
That oughta do it.
Hey, Zipper! Give me a lift with this, will you?
My workout tuckered me out
and l can't carry it back to the gym by myself.
Hey, Zip! No hard feelings.
Ha-ha-ha!
l think we hurt the little bloke's feelings.
O-oh...
Nah, too colorful.
There's never a disgusting-looking bug around
when you need one.
What ugly little bugs.
Once l zap them with my gigantico ray,
they'll be ugly big bugs.
Na-na. Na.
Uh-oh!
Oh, little pill bugs, l'm back.
l knew when l invented this gigantico ray
it was the start of something big. Ha-ha-ha!
This should get a rise out of 'em.
Here he is now. Welcome home, Zipper.
We thought you might be down in the dumps, mate.
Yeah. We didn't mean to say you were too puny.
l whipped up one of me specialties to build up your muscles -
melon rind a la Monterey.
This'll put some meat on your bones.
O-oh!
l think he looks bigger already. You know, he does look different.
Uh, could be the sunglasses.
Hm. Wooden panels. Just in time for lunch.
Come and get it.
Hungry little devils, aren't you?
But they still aren't growing fast enough.
l'd better give them another shot with the gigantico ray.
He-he-heh!
Heave! Ho!
Well, sure, Zipper, if you think you can be of some help.
Zipper!
You're bigger than l am.
And you're stronger than Monterey Jack.
Crikey! That melon rind really did put meat on his bones.
lt couldn't make him grow that big.
Maybe he's not growing. M-maybe we're shrinking.
Don't be silly!
The only thing about you that's shrinking is your brain.
He's grown bigger than a horse fly and with twice the horsepower.
What are those bugs up to now?
O-oh! They're gone!
What are you trying to do? Eat me out of house and home?
l'd better slow down their growth rate.
A bitter pill bug, eh? This'll cut you down to size.
Maybe you'd like a closer view of the bottom of my foot.
What about the rest of you? Anything bugging you?
Unh-unh.
Go eat some upholstery or something. l've got work to do.
l hope there's enough helium in this tank.
Yep. Looks like plenty.
Of course, l haven't finished all the tests yet,
but so far everything points to the same cause.
lt must've been me melon rind recipe.
The reason that Zipper has gotten so big
is because he's growing very fast. Huh?
lsn't there some way to make him stop growing?
l'll have to run some more tests.
Hold your breath and flap your wings.
That's enough, Zipper! And now this bulletin.
The mayor has agreed to meet
with the leader of the space creatures.
Space creatures?
You must give us fuel for our spaceship.
We need ten tons of the substance that you earthlings call ''gold''.
Ten tons of gold? Now, see here...
The aliens are attacking the mayor!
This is a job for the military. Fire.
All right, men. Cease fire.
Bring us the gold,
or an army of invincible aliens will invade the Earth.
Nothing stops these space creatures.
No telling what horrible havoc they can and will create
until their demands are satisfied.
There's something strange about those aliens.
Yeah. That alien sounded awful familiar.
And he's wearing a tail fin from a '59 Studebaker.
We'd better get down to city hall
and take a closer look. Rescue Rangers, away!
Never mind, Zipper. Let's get on board.
Zipper!
Now how will we gonna get to city hall?
lt's the only way to fly.
A-a-a-a-ah!
lt's a giant fly! lmpossible. Must be one of those aliens.
Attention, all cars. We have an unidentified fly object.
We'd better get out of here.
Steady, mate.
You ain't exactly equipped with seatbelts.
There it goes.
A-a-a! A-a-a!
Hold it, men. We need backup.
Send in the SWAT team.
You in the clothing store, this is Chief of Police speaking.
We've got you surrounded.
You have one minute to give yourself up
or we're coming in.
You have 15 seconds to give yourself up.
We've gotta help me little pal.
All right, Sergeant.
Zipper!
How did we get out here?
Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen some kind of alien creature around here?
Hm... Uh-uh.
Well, you'd better clear outta here. He could be dangerous.
Oh, no!
Get ready, men. This is the last place he could be.
A-a-a-a-a!
Sorry, ma'am.
All right, everybody, let's move along now.
This is gonna happen every time people see Zipper.
He is a little too big to fit in ranger headquarters.
Then he'll just have to go away until he shrinks back to normal size.
But what if he doesn't?
Zipper, old pal!
l thought for sure he'd come back here.
We don't have time to look for him now.
This is Stan Blather
with the latest news on the alien landing.
The armored cars have began to arrive.
And the ten tons of gold demanded by the aliens is being unloaded.
Meanwhile the aliens have asked for thousands of travel brochures
so they can learn more about our planet.
l wonder what the price of gold is in Brazil.
Stop eating over my shoulder.
This flying saucer is made out of rubber.
Do you know what that means?
Uh... it's dishwasher safe?
No, stupid. lt means it's not a real spaceship.
We need to find a way inside.
Here, how about this door?
Monterey! Not that one!
lf l'd wanted to catch mice, l'd have growbicized the cat!
Now get down there and get my gold
and don't stop to eat on the way!
Nimnul!
Stowaways, hey?
Well, l'll stow you away in here.
The aliens are taking the last of the gold
up to their spaceship
and now the alien leader is saying farewell.
Let's listen.
People of Earth, we thank you for giving us the gold we need
and for not making us destroy your planet to get it. He-he-he!
We've got to let everybody know this is one of Nimnul's tricks.
Maybe we can climb out this hole.
l think it's too small.
Zipper could've gotten through. l mean the old Zipper.
When using your head won't work, you gotta try the other end.
We'll be back the next time we run out of money... uh, uh, fuel.
lt's a trick! It's a trick! Get away from there,
you chattering fools!
He's trying to steal the gold!
lt's a hoax!
Now where'd they go?
l'll find them later. Ow!
l wonder what happened to that truckload of cookies
they baked today?
Just minutes a go we made the first recording of the aliens...
Hey, it's some more stuff about the aliens.
Although we haven't translated it yet,
here is what their language sounds like.
Where did those rodents get to?
Yipe!
Let's get outta here!
What's going on out here?
A-a-a-a-a!
Who's got his foot in me eye?
l won't need them any more.
They're just ordinary pill bugs.
l bet that's how Zipper got so big.
And now to cut you down to size.
Leaping Lepidoptera!
lt's a 50-foot fly!
Aah!
A-a-a-a-a!
Quick! Help me fold the paper.
Uh, did anyone see the funny pages?
A giant alien creature
has appeared in the skies over the city
and appears to be flying... A-a-a-a-a!
No, make that falling!
The advantage to being a genius is that you think of everything.
Well, almost everything.
Uh-oh.
We can use Nimnul's ray gun to get Zipper back to normal.
We've gotta get to the top floor.
lf Zipper were here, he could fly up and push the buttons.
Here you go, mate. Just like Jack and the Beanstalk.
Going up.
Zipper!
The aliens and their spaceship have vanished to thin air,
leaving the gold behind.
Was this entire incident just a monstrous hoax?
We may never know.
They may have foiled my plan, but they won't get me.
Those fools ran from a bunch of stupid pill bugs.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah!
Ow! Ow!
Ouch!
Zipper, old pal.
Welcome back, mate.
We just weren't a team without you, Zipper.
She's right. We could use somebody just your size.
Aww.
'Course, if you was just a wee bit bigger,
you could fly us off of here. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!