Transcript:Attack of the Clothes

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Transcript for
Attack of the Clothes
Written by	Ariel Ladensohn
Transcribed by	Jasonbres

[Opening Credits. Caption: Enough to share for the whole class]

[Scene: Planet Express building. A soap opera organ is heard. Suddenly, the front of the building begins to rotate counterclockwise. Cut to the employee lounge. Everyone is watching All My Circuits on the TV while the building keeps rotating.]

Robot Priest: Do you, Boxy, take this air conditioner to be your lawfully wedded…

[Calculon slams through the door.]

Calculon: You can't go through with it, Boxy. For she is… your sister.

[Everyone gasps.]

Calculon: And my sister.

[During this, everyone falls off except Fry, who buckles up his seatbelt.]

Robot Priest: And my wife!




Human Friend: And my air conditioner!

[Monique gasps and the couch falls off. Cut to outside. The Professor is rolling a wheeled platform with a tarp covered on it. The rest of the Planet Express crew fall onto the pavement.]

Farnsworth: Ah, there you are. Behold!

[The building stops spinning, and suddenly, a giant needle and thread are attached to the building's antenna.]

Bender: What in the name of my ass is goin' on here?

Farnsworth: The Academy of Inventors' Annual Competition is approaching. So I've created the world's most powerful sewing machine.

[The Professor puts a giant spool of thread onto Bender's antenna.]

Fry: That is an amazing invention.

Farnsworth: This isn't the invention, you boob! Let me just activate it using my footnological marvel, the toe-longer.

[The Professor lifts his right slipper revealing a giant pole similar to the fing-longer attached to it.]

Zoidberg: It's glorious!

Farnsworth: That's not the invention, either! Stop guessing!

[He hits Zoidberg with the toe-longer and uses it to step on the pedal. The spool of thread starts spinning and the building's antenna acts like a sewing machine.]

Farnsworth: The theme of the competition is recycling. So I'm attempting to recycle old human parts into a new, environmentally-friendly human.

[Yuri wheels in a wheelbarrow of various human parts.]

Yuri: Hyello, Mr. Professorvich. Very extremely good catch for you today. Luckily was big railroad accident.

Farnsworth: I'll take a pound and a half of hand.

[He takes the hand. The crew watches as he sews the hand onto the body.]

Amy: Wow. Is that a flat-lock seam?

Farnsworth: Why, thank you for noticing, Amy. It looks elegant and minimizes blood loss.

[Scene: The observatory, which is filled with candles, candelabras, oil drums, and all kinds of machinery. The Professor lights one of the candles.]

Farnsworth: Now, the easy part.

[He flips a switch, and the machinery operates. Leela covers Fry's eyes. A lightning bolt strikes outside, and the body under the sheet starts to twitch. The candles blow out and the Professor rubs his hands in delight. The body removes the sheet and unveils itself. The crew screams. The body scratches its lack of a head.]

Farnsworth: Voilà!

Amy: Um, Professor? Most people have a head.

Farnsworth: Sure. The in-crowd.

Leela: Look, you've come this far. You don't wanna lose the contest over a few style points.

Farnsworth: Fine, fine. Let's fancy it up with a head.

Zoidberg: The head is the part with the teeth and the sneeze hole, right?

[Scene: The Head Museum. A banner advertises the exhibit "Relics of the Chin Dynasty" with Jay Leno's head displayed. Cut to the Hall of Presidents. The crew wanders it.]

Leela: Any of you presidents need a body?

Barack Obama's head: Can it hit a no-look jump shot?

Zoidberg: Uh, sure.

Obama: Then why does it need me?

[The other presidents' heads laugh at this joke.]

Ronald Reagan's head: Good one, Mommy!

Fry: Whoa! The Gallery of Supermodels!

Leela: Ugh. Okay, but remember: Their eyes are up here.

[Fry opens the doors to reveal the heads of Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, Rebecca Romijn, Heidi Klum, Myndi Khumar, and Candi Zeine.]

Fry: Um, do any of you lovely lady… People…

[Fry tugs on his shirt collar from being tongue-tied. Zoidberg pushes him out of the way.]

Zoidberg: Which of you indistinguishable human heads wants a body?

Talia Thinsen's head: Well, is it tall? I miss doing runway shows and intimidating short people.

Leela: The left side's pretty tall.

Zoidberg: Trust me, it's attractive. It's got thick, luxurious hair all over the place, and several legs that just won't quit. And one that will.

Female voice: I'll do it.

[Cut to the Actor-Model-Videogame DJ Gallery. The only head on display is Cara Delevingne, whom we previously heard hooting as an owl in several episodes.]

Zoidberg: Really?

Cara Delevingne's head: Of course, dear, it's not the body, it's how you wear it.

Fry: [gasps, nudging Leela] That's Cara Delevingne! She invented eyebrows!

[Delevingne raises her eyebrows in confirmation of this statement.]

[Scene: Planet Express building. Cut to the observatory. Farnsworth finishes sewing Delevingne's head onto the body.]

Farnsworth: And finished!

Delevingne: [she stands up wearing a hospital gown] Oh, no, this won't do.

Bender: That's the only head we got.

Delevingne: I mean, what I'm wearing.

Farnsworth: I'm sorry, Cara. But due to your various and unusual proportions, no clothing will ever fit you. There's just no possible way to… I've got it!

[Cut to a rather large spinning machine.]

Farnsworth: Simply step into my 3D clothing scanner.

[Delevingne steps into the scanner. One of the blades chops off one of her extra legs.]

Farnsworth: You didn't need that hind leg anyway. Now, we'll take your exact measurements.

[He types into the computer.]

Farnsworth: Good Lord! Encode them in a strand of RNA.

[A syringe fills up.]

Farnsworth: Inject it into a giant Bolivian silkworm.

[He does so.]

Silkworm: Ow!

Farnsworth: Let it spin its cocoon.

[Scene: Planet Express building, six weeks later.]

Farnsworth: And six weeks later, presto! We have a custom fitted silk garment!

[A giant moth emerges from the cocoon and flies away. The cocoon drops to the ground, and the Professor takes it.]

Delevingne: Thanks, but it's a little Soviet brutalist for me.

Farnsworth: That's because you are looking at the wrong side.

[He turns the cocoon inside out revealing a mauve dress. Everyone applauds, and Delevingne takes the dress.]

Delevingne: [gasps] This is spectacular! I never expected to love something so much that was excreted from a moth!

[Scene: The Academy of Inventors. Cut to inside. Bill Nye the Science Head in on the stage.]

Nye: Scientists and scienticians, I'm proud to present the finalists for this year's Inventors' Award. First up, Dr. Bubblegum Tate, and his postdoctoral fellow, Sweet Clyde Dixon.

[Bubblegum and Sweet Clyde enter. Bubblegum is wearing a lab coat and an electronic glove, while Sweet Clyde dribbles a basketball.]

Bubblegum: Dr. Dixon and I have devised a way to generate clean power from the billions of basketballs discarded each year by the Big 12.

[Sweet Clyde gives Bubblegum the basketball, which he spins onto the glove. Sweet Clyde puts a lightbulb in his mouth. The bulb glows. As Bubblegum spins it faster, it electrocutes Sweet Clyde who falls to the ground. Bubblegum nervously drags the unconscious Sweet Clyde off stage as everyone applauds.]

Nye: Next up, last year's winner, Professor Ogden Wernstrom.

Farnsworth: Wernstrom!

[Wernstrom enters the stage carrying a nuclear rocket on a red wagon.]

Wernstrom: Discarded doomsday devices pose a grave environmental risk. So I've invented a way of reprogramming them into lovable companions for the elderly.

[Wernstrom puts a dog skin onto the rocket. It moves and whines.]

Audience: Aww!

Wernstrom: Come along, Explodey.

[The audience applauds as Wernstrom leaves]

Nye: And last up…

[An explosion occurs, sending Wernstrom flying through the air and into the next wing.]

Nye: …Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth.

Farnsworth: Colleagues, you witness history tonight. The technology to recycle the dead back to semi-normal life.

[Delevingne enters wearing the dress. She does a turn toward the audience, who chatters at this sight. Delevingne adjusts her head.]

Farnsworth: It's a scientific leap for humanity. Questions?

[Everyone raises their hand.]

Scientist 1: Who made that dress? It's fabulous.

Farnsworth: Did you not hear what I said? I brought a human back to life!

Scientist 2: But that gown brings sexy back to science.

Farnsworth: Are there any questions about my invention…

[Everyone raises their hand]

Farnsworth: …and not the damn dress?

[Everyone lowers their hand.]

Nye: And now, to announce the winner. In the spirit of recycling, we're reusing last year's envelope. [The robotic arms on the stand open the recycled envelope.] And the winner was Ogden Wernstrom.

[The highly injured Wernstrom takes the award and accepts the applause. The Professor sighs.]

[Crossfade to outside. The Professor and Delevingne are bombarded by paparazzi.]

Paparazzo: Cara! Over here. Show us the dress.

Farnsworth: Oh, what's going on? The photon pressure is knocking me over.

Paparazza: Who are you wearing? You look incredible.

Delevingne: It's a brand new designer. The Professor.

Farnsworth: Ih-wha?

[Scene: Camera flash to the conference room. Delevingne comforts the depressed Professor.]

Farnsworth: All my life, I've pursued my first love, science. But my career has come to naught. It's time to admit I should have pursued my first love… fashion.

[The Professor puts on some fancy shades and blows a kiss. Bender opens up a fan.]

Bender: Oh, my.

Farnsworth: That'll look better on me.

[Scene: Planet Express building. Cut to the employee lounge. The Professor is now wearing high-end fashion and is given a white cat, who meows. The Hair Robot enters.]

Hair Robot: I've got a midlife crisis ponytail for a Hubert Farnsworth.

Delevingne: It's pronounced [French pronunciation] Hu-BEAR.

Farnsworth: It is?

[Delevingne sticks the ponytail into the Professor's head. He yelps.]

Delevingne: Gorgeous, like a desiccated Zac Posen. [lifts Professor's shades] Hubert, I'm going to make you a star.I've made a few calls. You're on a magazine cover, baby.

[The Professor takes the magazine.]

Farnsworth: Oh, my. I'm on the cover of Vague. My mother would be so confused.

[The doorbell rings and the former Miss Universe enters.]

Zoidberg: It's Gladys Lennox, the world-famous paramecium, star of Mitosis, Lies and Videotape!

Farnsworth: Is there something we can help you with, Ms. Lennox?

Gladys Lennox: I saw the dress you made and I must have one. I just love the stitch work.

Delevingne: Thank you. It's holding my neck on.

Farnsworth: Cara's one of a kind. Not like those mass-produced Frankensteins you see nowadays.

Gladys Lennox: Being boneless, clothing never fits me. It's like trying to put pants on a waterbed.

Bender: I once got the pants off a waterbed, but that's a very long, very dirty story. [laughs]

Farnsworth: I can make you an outfit, Ms. Lennox, but it's a slow, meticulous process. Also expensive.

Gladys Lennox: Money's no object. I have contractile vacuoles full of it.

[She empties her liquid full of money and Scruffy cleans it up.]

Scruffy: Gol'durned cytoplasm.

[Scene: The observatory. The Professor is taking pictures of Gladys Lennox while the machine takes her measurements.]

Farnsworth: Yeah! That's it! Make sweet asexual love to the scanner. No, don't shake your money maker. Give me less of that! Don't work it, baby!

[Scene: The off-world premiere of Lawrence of Amoebia. Many people behind the barrier snap photos on the red carpet. Gladys Lennox struts it wearing a new dress. Linda, Calculon, Boxy and Princess Num Num are also seen walking it.]

Tim Gunn's head: Ooh. I want to give myself an award for looking at that dress. Who are you wearing, Gladys?

Gladys Lennox: What, this little thing? It's from the House of Professor.

[The various celebrities open their EyePhones.]

Linda: Get me the Professor!

Calculon: Get me the Professor!

Princess Num Num: Get me the Professor!

Boxy Robot: [beep beep] The Professor.

[Scene: Milan Fashion Week on Eh! Network.]

Gunn: Tim Gunn here at Milan Fashion Week. Today, the hot, new, old designer whose name is on everyone's siliconefilled lips: Hughbear Farntsvirt.

[Pan to the Professor exiting his limo, accompanied by Delevingne and a white anteater replacing his cat. Many cameras go off.]

Farnsworth: Please, no photons.

[The entourage walks behind the celebrities.]

[Scene: The runaway. Cut to backstage. Leela is working as a stage manager. She knocks on one of the cocoons.]

Leela: Two minutes.

Farnsworth: [peeking through the curtain] I-I-I-I-I'm so nervous, and I can barely move in these high heeled slippers! How am I supposed to walk Marcelle?

[The white anteater licks at the cocoons.]

Zoidberg: Not to worry. Zoidberg will walk your leggy snake.

[Zoidberg approaches Marcelle with a leash. The anteater snarls at him, and Zoidberg snarls back.]

[Cut to the runway. Hermes walks out of the curtain.]

Hermes: Welcome to the fashion event of the millennium! We call it Haute Cocoon, by the Professor. Enjoy!

[Several models walk the runway. The crowd oohs and ahhs and applauds.]

Scruffy: Well, I'll be…

Gunn: [sighs] Shock me back to life with a defibrillator because I am dead.

[Cut to outside. Zoidberg walks up to a bouncer.]

Zoidberg: I'm Zoidberg. I'm on the list.

[Beat.]

Sicurezza: Sorry, we're full. The anteater can come in, though.

[He lifts up the stanchion behind him, and Marcelle walks in.]

Zoidberg: But I'm on the list. Right there. [Points to his name on the list.]

[The bouncer crosses off Zoidberg's name.]

Sicurezza: Now you're not. You're dressed like some sort of underpaid lobster doctor from outer space.

Zoidberg: But I can't afford nicer clothings.

Sicurezza: Then beat it.

[Zoidberg sadly walks off in tears.]

Zoidberg: I've never felt so worthless. I'll just throw myself in the garbage.

[He opens a dumpster and crawls in, only to be booted out.]

Gus: Ya can't come in our dumpster what lookin' like that.

Dandy Jim: Not during Fashion Week. [adjusts his ascot]

[Scene: Back at the runway. Delevingne walks in wearing a cocoon, which unfurls revealing a moth-themed ensemble, the Professor riding the train. The crowd goes wild. Cut to the red carpet. Fry pops open a champagne bottle.]

Delevingne: You're a hit, Professor! You'll be invited to every party, every soirée, every orgy.

Farnsworth: And I'll stay home napping. Who's gonna stop me?

[Cut to Zoidberg standing on a bridge.]

Leela: Zoidberg! What are you doing?

Zoidberg: Jumping.

[Leela gasps]

Bender: [flatly] No, stop.

Zoidberg: You don't get it. Your fabulous clothing just makes the other 99% of us sad and jealous. [sniffles] I'm sick of dressing in factory reject chef's jackets and children's flip flops. Goodbye, fancy friends.

[He jumps into the river.]

Farnsworth: No!

Bender: [flatly] Don't do it!

[Scene: Zoidberg is still falling.]

Farnsworth: Zoidberg, don't kill yourself!

Zoidberg: What? No, I'm just going underwater where the fashion standards are lower.

[He splashes into the water, but is saved by Umbriel.]

Umbriel: Excuse me, the fashion standards aren't lower. Why, look at the flat-lock seam on my clam shells.

Zoidberg: [sighs, then bubbles underwater]

[Scene: Zoidberg dives out of the Hudson and back into the Planet Express building. Cut to the conference room, surrounded by giant moths.]

Zoidberg: Professor, when you started your line, you were proud the clothes could fit anyone. But it's only the wealthy who can enjoy them.

Farnsworth: I feel for you, Zoidberg. But there's simply no way to mass produce my cocoon patterns. And moth chow isn't free.

[He feeds one of the moths.]

Delevingne: But isn't the difference between couture and ready-to-wear just a matter of technology?

Farnsworth: Ih, well, I suppose it is. I've never told anyone this, but it's been my lifelong dream to be a famous scientist. Perhaps I could use science to bring fashion to the masses. But no, I'm afraid it's completely…

[Jump cut to later that night. Farnsworth and Bender are on the widow's walk.]

Farnsworth: Eureka! Bender, hand me that hat from my new October line.

[Bender takes a witch's hat out of his chest cavity and gives it to the Professor, who puts it on his head and cackles like a witch. The moths fly out the windows.]

Farnsworth: Fly, fly, my pretties! [cackles]

[Scene: Studio i. The title sequence for Good Morning Tonight plays.]

Linda: Welcome to Good Morning Tonight. Or as I like to say, "Good Mornight. [laughs]

Morbo: I will destroy you and your entire species if you continue to combine those words!

Linda: This mornight, we have a very special guest in the studio. Legendary fashion designer, Hughbear Farntsvirt.

[Farnsworth enters the studio as the audience applauds.]

Morbo: Morbo has heard through his earpiece that this wrinkly human now offers a clothing line for a broader audience.

Farnsworth: Indeed I do. You see, I've created a variant on the giant moth I use for my couture line.

[He takes out a moth and hangs it on a stand.]

Farnsworth: For a low monthly price, you get a hanger moth for your closet. And it extrudes a bespoke tailored outfit every day. They're essentially high-speed 3D silk printers.

Morbo: Morbo demands a demonstration!

[Morbo and Linda walk up to mirrors with hanger moths over them. They produce high fashion clothes over them.]

Linda: This just in. I look fabulous.

Morbo: These slacks really flatter Morbo's pulsating buttocks. How do I wash them?

Farnsworth: Oh, no need to wash anything. The outfits fall apart after one day's use. But they'd be out of fashion by then anyway. Each night, just dispose of them in my patented fashcan.

[He opens a fashcan and Morbo's hat goes down a wormhole.]

Farnsworth: It's fast fashion at its fastiest.

Linda: Where do the clothes go?

Farnsworth: Who knows? Who cares?

Linda: Tell us, Professor Farntsvirt, how can our viewers get your new clothing line?

Farnsworth: Just leave the window open and the light on.

[Montage: To the music of "Starships" by Nicki Minaj, the moths fly all over New New York, fitting Sal, Hattie, and Zoidberg with new clothes. Zoidberg gives a high five to H.G. Blob. He later meets a beautiful woman They go dancing together, and go back to Zoidberg's place, the dumpster. Before they do the deed, they drop their clothes into the fashcan.]

[Scene: The Planet Express conference room. Zoidberg walks in looking fashionable.]

Delevingne: Great look, Zoidberg. Very today.

Zoidberg: Thank you. Though, to be honest, I liked yesterday's even better. Would it be possible to get those pants back?

Farnsworth: No!

Zoidberg: They made my hips look like I had hips. But I threw them in the fashcan.

Farnsworth: Forget it. Yesterday's pants are completely out of date.

Delevingne: Hughbear, Zoidberg knows what he likes, and that means he has something even better than fashion. He has style.

Farnsworth: Uh-wha?

Delevingne: Plus, isn't it more environmental to wear a piece of clothing twice before you throw it away?

[Zoidberg opens the fashcan.]

Zoidberg: I would gladly crawl in after them, but I can't fit in the fashcan.

Farnsworth: Anything can fit. The fashcan is a multidimensional wormhole through space and time and probably some other things. Allow me to demonstrate. Jessica? Oh, Jessica?

[A white wooly mammoth appears.]

Farnsworth: Go on, girl. Get your peanut.

[He throws the peanuts into the fashcan. Jessica sticks her trunk in and gets sucked by the wormhole.]

Amy: Professor! That's horrible!

Farnsworth: Relax. I get a new pet every day to go with my outfits.

Leela: That's slightly worse.

Farnsworth: It's simply too dangerous to pass through a trillion lightyear wormhole for a pair of pants. Why, the temporal distortion alone could render you…

[During the Professor's speech, everyone goes into the Planet Express ship, which goes into the fashcan.]

[Scene: The wormhole, which has thousands of neon lights surrounding it. Cut to inside the ship, as the crew looks on.]

Fry: Whoa!

Bender: That's what I was gonna say.

Leela: We're coming out of the wormhole! [gasps] There's a planet ahead!

[The ship comes out of the wormhole. A lot of clothes are seen floating in orbit. The ship approaches the planet.]

[Scene: The planet, which has become a barren wasteland as a giant landfill of clothes has covered it.]

Amy: Shmoly moly! If any civilization was here, it's been smothered by the Professor's clothes.

Zoidberg: The devastation is too much. It's beyond comprehension. My pants!

[Scene: The Planet Express ship attempts to make its way through the clothes. Cut to inside, Leela has the pants on the map.]

Leela: All right, let's snag Zoidberg's pants and get outta here. Bender, deploy the space hooker.

Bender: Deploy her? I barely know her. [laughing] Just kidding. I'm a regular customer.

[The space hooker lowers from the ship. The ship plummets when covered in clothes.]

Hermes: It's a total shirt storm!

Fry: W-What do we do? Panic?

[Leela attempts to move the ship but cannot.]

Leela: A flock of Canadian bras got sucked into the engine! We'll have to crash land!

[Everyone screams as the ship starts to crash, but it has a rather soft landing.]

Hermes: And we're fine.

Delevingne: I believe we were spared for one reason, and one reason only: to save Zoidberg's pants! Come on!

[The crew walks onto the planet.]

Bender: Wuzzat?

Fry: Moths! Huge ones!

Delevingne: They must be feasting on high-protein sportswear.

Hermes: Actually, it's not the moths that eat clothes. It's the caterpillars. People don't know dat because they're tiny and hard to see.

[A not so tiny or hard to see caterpillar emerges from the pile. The gang run away. They dodge the attack of the caterpillar.]

Hermes: And we're fine.

[They look under a pile at a metal structure.]

Delevingne: What's this metal thing we're cowering behind?

Fry: Some sort of abandoned structure. The Professor really did destroy a civilization!

Amy: It's history's most brutal crime of fashion!

Zoidberg: Ah, my pants! There, in that pile of crisp whites. [he runs up to the pants] Oh, to wear them just once more!

[They suddenly notice some eyes under the white clothes. The cat, the mammoth, and the anteater emerge from underneath.]

Zoidberg: [gasps] The Professor's garbage pets!

Leela: Run for your lives.

Delevingne: No. I am a professional fashion model. We do not run. We strut. And we do not leave our comrades' fallen pants behind.

Bender: Sounds good. We'll meet ya in the ship. And by meet you, I mean, ditch you.

[Bender pants as the others run away. Zoidberg and Delevingne try to sneak past the pets to grab Zoidberg's pants. The cat snarls.]

Zoidberg: Cara, look out!

[The cat pounces on Delevingne and she falls over. She notices a purse with spikes on it and swings it at each of the pets. Cut to everyone boarding the ship.]

Leela: Everybody on board, before we get buried!

[The ship begins to take off, almost leaving Zoidberg and Delevingne behind. The platform lowers and Fry is on it.]

Fry: Jump!

[Zoidberg jumps with Delevingne behind him. He pinches Fry's stomach.]

Fry: [yelps]

Zoidberg: Hang on! You'll be okay!

Delevingne: But my grip is crumpling the pants!

Zoidberg: So I'll iron them!

Delevingne: No, the material's too cheap! It won't stand up to even the lowest setting!

Zoidberg: I'll wear them wrinkled! I can pull it off!

Delevingne: Don't be a fool! What is one life against a completely decent pair of pants? Goodbye. [she lets go and falls]

Zoidberg: Cara. No!

[Zoidberg finally boards the ship in tears, letting go of Fry, who tends to his wounds. Zoidberg cries using his pants as a handkerchief.]

[Scene: Back at Planet Express. The ship exits the fashcan. The Professor, now with a white iguana on his shoulder, approaches them.]

Farnsworth: Oh, good, you're back. I can toss yesterday's conquistador ensemble without damaging the ship.

[He does so and also tosses the iguana.]

Leela: Stop! We saw where the clothes are going!

Amy: You've wiped out an entire planet!

Farnsworth: Wiped out, you say? Well, if everyone is already dead, I don't see the problem.

Hermes: Someone might still be alive under all those vegan leather pants.

Bender: Those are not breathable. You gotta do something!

Farnsworth: [sighs] Very well.

[He plugs his tablet into the ship's USB port.]

Farnsworth: The ship's log should hold the space-time coordinates of the planet you came from. I'll send them a jaws of life or something. [gasps]

Zoidberg: What is it? Something surprising?

Farnsworth: The planet you went to was… was… Earth!

Fry: But that's our planet, right? And we're not buried under miles of laundry.

Farnsworth: Don't you see, you imbecile?

Fry: No, sir, I'm afraid I don't.

Farnsworth: It's Earth! In the future! We sent the clothes to our own future!

[Scene: The planet of the clothes. Delevingne is wandering when she comes upon the Statue of Liberty buried in clothes.]

Delevingne: [gasps]You finally did it, you fast fashionistas! Damn you all to TJ Maxx!

[Scene: Back at Planet Express. Amy is sadly embracing her kids.]

Amy: What kind of world have we left for our children? Or their children? Or their children's children? Wait, how far into the future did we send the clothes?

Farnsworth: Ih, what time is it?

[A lightning bolt answers their question as clothes begin to fall from the sky. The crew watches helplessly as they gather under the Professor's fashion umbrella.]

[Closing Credits.]

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