Before you start getting into the script, I'd like you
to keep a few things in mind. One, this script takes
place about three years after Fry, Leela and Bender
all met. Two, this script is written so that Leela
still knows nothing about her family by this time.
Third, this script is all scenes, no acts.
Enjoy Part 1!
CAPTION: Futurama: Bigger, Longer, and Uncensored by
TV SCREEN: Couch Gag from The Simpsons
TEXT: May 8 3003
INT NEW NEW YORK-- PLANET EXPRESS BUILDING-- MORNING
ZOOMS between the buildings of NNY until it sees the
Planet Express Building, which FRY and BENDER are
walking towards. They're talking to each other.
ZOOM to Fry and Bender
FRY: Man, why's everything red around here?
BENDER: The building's always been red, you moron.
FRY: No, not that. I mean back there!
Fry points behind him, where the whole town is
decorated in red banners and sales on candy, flowers
and jewelry are being announced.
BENDER: Where have you _been_? Mother's Day is in a
FRY: Mother's Day? Oh God! I forgot again!
BENDER: What are you talking about? Your mom's been
dead for centuries.
FRY: Oh yeah. Wait, what about Leela? What's she
gonna do this year?
BENDER: Probably what she does every year. Run out of
the building in tears and come back the next day like
Fry pushes the door open and pauses.
FRY: Must be tough being an orphan your whole life.
Maybe I should do something with her this year.
BENDER: Like what?
FRY: (annoyed) I dunno. What am I, the 411?
Bender and Fry walk in.
CUT TO- PE CONFERENCE ROOM
HERMES is holding a meeting with the crew when Bender
and Fry come in.
HERMES: (annoyed) Where have you two been, mon? It's
FRY: Um . . . The bus broke down.
There happens to be a window behind Fry that looks out
towards the streets. A bus suddenly drives up and
pulls over to let a few people off.
FARNSWORTH: Oh, well then. In any case, you must know
that this year, we've gotten so many Mother's Day
orders, that I'm afraid that I'm going to have to
double you're delivery hours. (Groans from the crew)
Now, starting today , you'll be making deliveries to
Hafern 23, Wendig 5, Lerrum, Vardon . . .
As the Professor continues talking, Fry slips into a
daze and dully looks around, until he sees Leela,
growing uneasy with every planet being named. He
starts feeling sorry for her.
FARNSWORTH: Desser 45, Bennyon 6 . . .
FRY: (interrupting) Um . . . professor?
FARNSWORTH: Wha . . . yes?
FRY: Shouldn't I start loading those things on the
FARNSWORTH: Well . . . I suppose . . .
FRY: And could Leela help me?
Leela perks up, surprised.
HERMES: I don' think you need Leela's help.
FRY: Yes I do.
FARNSWORTH: Well, if you actually saw all of the
gifts, I do believe that . . .
FRY: (dragging Leela out with him) Thanksbye!
CUT TO- PE HANGER
Fry continues to drag Leela into the hanger until she
yanks her arm away.
LEELA: What were you doing?
FRY: Getting you out of there before we both went
LEELA: (angry) Why?
FRY: Oh come on. You were getting so depressed in
there, _I_ couldn't stand you.
LEELA: Oh. You noticed?
FRY: Noticed? You looked like you were ready to kill
LEELA: No I . . . (realizing) *sigh* thanks, Fry.
FRY: No problem. (PAUSE) Look, if you need anything .
LEELA: Fry, every year, I get so worked up over this,
and this year, I just wanted to forget about
everything. So if you want to help, just don't bring
it up. For once, I'd like to forget that next week is
Bender walks in, carrying a box of "candy" in one hand
and half a dozen metallic roses in the other.
BENDER: Hey Leela! Do you think I should send my mom
the Liquor-Covered Lug Nuts or the Iron Roses?
Leela looks from one gift to the other, getting
LEELA: Excuse me.
Leela runs out of the room. Fry watches her leave,
then turns and glares at Bender.
BENDER: Um . . . so, whadda you think, the nuts or
CUT TO- PE HANGER- THE DAY BEFORE MOTHER'S DAY
The hanger is now full of last-minute Mother's Day
gifts to ship around the universe. Leela looks over
the gifts in a bit of a slum, and then looks over the
calendar on the wall, where all the days up to the day
before Mother's Day are crossed out, and Mother's Day
is circled. Leela sighs depressingly.
Fry is in the background, loading the gifts into the
FRY: Man, we're gonna be busy today.
BENDER: I know. Better put an extra six-pack on ice.
AMY walks in and comes up to Leela.
AMY: Hey, Leela?
AMY: Um, I was wondering . . . if it wasn't too much
trouble . . . could you drop me off at Mars? (Leela
turns around and stares at her) I wouldn't ask, but my
car broke down and I promised mom that I'd come over
this weekend to spend tomorrow with her.
LEELA: (sarcastic) Oh, and I suppose next you'll want
me to send your boyfriend to _his_ mother's since
you're not going to be here to chauffeur him around.
AMY: Yeah! Would you?
Leela glares at her and storms out of the room.
AMY: Well, are you going to or not?
CUT TO- PE SHIP- MONTAGE
As the day proceeds on, Leela's forced to drive the
ship around to send gifts to other mothers other than
her's, and with every trip she gets more aggravated
and upset. Finally, when she thinks that it's all
over . . .
CUT TO- PE CONFERENCE ROOM- EVENING
Leela, Fry and Bender come out of the ship, looking
LEELA'S MIND: Thank God that's over with. Now I won't
have to endure any more stupid Mother's Day reminders
. . .
They all enter the conference room, only to find the
rest of the crew wrapping their own gifts for Mother's
Day. Leela sighs, annoyed, and takes a seat with Fry
and Bender. Hermes pulls out a pre-wrapped package.
HERMES: Oh, Amy. Your mom sent this over.
AMY: Really? Cool.
She grabs the package and rips it open. Out falls a
pile of baby clothes.
AMY: Oh God, not again!
ZOIDBERG: What's wrong?
AMY: Mom does this every Mother's Day! Every year,
she sends some stupid clothes, or a crib, or a bunch
of diapers and bottles, 'cause she thinks it'll make
me want to have a baby or something.
FRY: Why don't you just tell her to stop?
AMY: Why would I? I'm gonna trade them in and get the
cash for a new car.
BENDER: But why would you need to trade in stuff for
cash? You're a billionaire.
Before Amy can speak, Farnsworth interrupts.
FARNSWORTH: Now, I know you're all going to hate me
terribly for this, but I have decided to risk mutiny
this week; because of our enormous quantities of
shipping, and what with the differences in time around
the universe, you'll all have to work tomorrow.
The crew's reaction is not pleasant.
HERMES: Work tomorrow? But I was gonna visit my
BENDER: Aw, c'mon Professor! My mom blows a fuse when
I don't show up. And then I spend hours trying to
reconnect her again!
The crew continues to object loudly to this, all
totally ignoring Leela, who throughout this time has
grown more angry.
ZOOM TO- LEELA
LEELA: (SOTTO, tense) Don't say anything . . . It's
not their fault . . . they don't know any better . . .
But the objections become louder and more direct, and
finally, Leela, erm, snaps.
LEELA: SHUT UP!
The room falls silent and everyone turns towards
LEELA: I can't stand this! (mocking) Oh, my plans are
ruined. I'm going to miss one day with my mother
because of work. Oh, this is so terrible. (upset)
All week, all you've been talking about is "Mom's Day"
this, and "Mom's Day" that. And I can't take it
anymore! Am I oblivious to you guys? Do you even
BENDER: Obviously not.
LEELA: I thought that for once, I wouldn't be left out
. . . now I know better . . .
Leela runs out of the room sobbing. The rest of the
crew glance at each other with guilty faces, all
except for Bender.
BENDER: There she goes again, always thinking about
Fry heads out of the room after Leela.
CUT TO- OUTSIDE PE
Leela's sitting in front of the office, crying her
heart out. Fry comes out and watches her sadly for a
FRY: Leela . . . you okay?
Leela shoots him the mother of all glares.
FRY: Okay . . . wrong question . . .
LEELA: (monotone) Fry, sit down. (He does) I'm really
sorry about what happened in there. I wasn't talking
FRY: Are you sure you're gonna be OK tomorrow?
LEELA: (annoyed) I'm not a little kid, Fry. I can
take care of myself.
FRY: You just seem more paranoid this year that usual.
LEELA: (sarcastic) Well, it would be nice to have a
family to share tomorrow with.
LEELA: I know you're trying to help, and I appreciate
that. But, there's really nothing you can do.
Leela and Fry look at each other, and once again,
something passes between them. They lean in a little
closer, eyes full of love, almost about to kiss when .
BENDER: (opens door) Are you done buttering her up or
. . . Woah! Am I interrupting something here?
LEELA: (embarrassed) No.
Both of them stand, and she pushes past Bender and
goes back inside. Fry looks at Bender for as second.
Then he slaps the back of Bender's head.
FRY: What did you do that for? I almost got her that
EXT ROBOT ARMS APARTMENT-- FRY AND BENDER'S APT.--
LATER THAT EVENING
Bender and Fry are talking about Leela. Fry's locked
himself in the bathroom while Bender's standing
around, drinking a beer.
FRY: (OS) She said something about wanting a family.
BENDER: A _family_? Aw . . . that can't be good.
FRY: (pokes his head out) Why?
BENDER: Fry, when a woman says she want's a family,
that means she wants to _start_ a family. Just like
when they say they're not your type, that means you're
a jerk. Or when they ask you if they look fat, they
mean you'd better say no or I'll kick you outta my
house so fast . . .
FRY: Since when do you know so much about women,
BENDER: Since never. I'm just guessing.
FRY: (comes out) You're not helping! Seriously, what
should I do?
BENDER: Well, she told you there was nothing you could
do. So why worry?
FRY: Because I want to do something. She just seems
so lonely all the time . . . hey, maybe I should ask
her out to dinner.
BENDER: (spits out his beer) You wanna take out Ms.
Emotional on a date?
FRY: It's not a _date_. It's a . . . um . . . er . .
. yeah, I guess it is a date.
BENDER: You're not trying to go for her, are you?
FRY: Well . . . yeah.
BENDER: Fry, there are two people who go looking for
chances like that, and I'll be damned if I ever become
one of them. The first are desperate fools looking
for any love that walks their path. The second . . .
BENDER: The second type really love the person. And
believe me, you'd have to be pretty stupid to fall in
FRY: Oh. Which one do I wanna be?
BENDER: (insistent) The first one.
EXT LEELA'S HOME-- LEELA'S BEDROOM-- MOTHER'S DAY
Leela wakes up, smiles at the sight of Nibbler curled
up at her feet, and then takes a look towards her
calendar. She sighs depressingly and lies back in
bed, wide-eyed and wondering.
FARNSWORTH: (VO) Now, I know you're all going to hate
me terribly for this . . . you'll all have to work
Leela throws her covers over her face.
FARNSWORTH: (VO) Don't try to hide your face when I'm
talking to you!
Leela slowly lifts the covers from her face, confused.
CUT TO PE CONFERENCE ROOM- LATER
Half the crew is awake and grumbling over their latest
day of work. Fry and Bender walk in.
FRY: Hey, whaddup?
HERMES: Nothin', unless you note dat Leela's missin'.
FRY: Leela's _missing_? Didn't anyone try to call her
ZOIDBERG: Not yet.
AMY: Guh! We know why she's gone. She's so angry
with us, no wonder she didn't come in today.
FARNSWORTH: Well, I hope you're all happy. After the
way you all acted yesterday, it'll be a wonder if she
comes in this week at all.
BENDER: Hey! It was your fault that we started
FARNSWORTH: Be as it may, (SOTTO) which it isn't, (to
crew) I think we should still give her a couple of
hours to cool down. Maybe she'll come in later.
INT LITTLE NEPTUNE-- THAT AFTERNOON
A melancholy Leela is walking down the street, passing
by every indication of Mother's Day that's possible.
Nibbler's at her heels, desperately trying to keep up.
As they walk past the various alleys in the town,
Nibbler sniffs something strange in the air. He
suddenly bolts down the hall of an alley, heading
straight to one of the few trash cans scattered around
NNY. Leela looks down and suddenly notices that
Nibbler's missing, and heads down the same alley.
CUT TO- CLOSE UP OF NIBBLER
Nibbler, who's perched himself up on the rim of the
can, looks curiously into it, then looks back at
Leela, confused. Back into the can, back at Leela,
and so forth. Finally, out of puzzlement, he falls
straight into the can.
LEELA: Nibbler. Get out of there, now! (No response)
God, Nibbler. Sometimes you . . .
As Leela bends over to dig Nibbler out, she reels back
in surprise. Nibbler pokes his head above the rim and
looks into the can, back at Leela, back at the can . .
INT PE HANGER-- NOON
Fry, Bender and Amy are all in the hanger. Amy's
filing her nails, Bender's reading porn, and Fry's
AMY: Well you stop it, Fry? I can't hear myself file.
FRY: Where is she? She should have been here by now.
BENDER: Don't worry. Leela's a tough one. She'll
come around. And if she doesn't, more booze for me!
FRY: Maybe I should call her. (Leaves)
CUT TO- PE STAFF ROOM
Fry tries to use the Video Phone to call Leela, but he
gets no results. Finally, he gets a recording.
MESSAGE: Hi, this is Leela. I'm not home right now,
but if you could leave a name and number, I'll call
you as soon a I can.
FRY: Leela? Are you there? (PAUSE) Leela? C'mon,
pick up! *Sigh* Look, call me, okay?
Fry hangs up and drags himself out of the room.
CUT TO- PE HANGER
Fry walks in looking disturbed.
BENDER: Well, what's wrong? She still ticked?
FRY: (worried) She wasn't even home. Maybe I should go
AMY: Fry, stop freaking out already! She's fine. I'm
sure if anything came up, she would have called us.
FRY: Yeah, I guess you're right.
INT FRY AND BENDER'S APT.-- THAT EVENING
Fry's lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, but not
succeeding. Suddenly, his VideoPhone rings. He
tosses on a robe and hurries to pick it up. Leela's
on the other end of the line, standing in a sterile
white hallway, looking exhausted and concerned at the
LEELA: Hi Fry.
FRY: Leela! Oh my God! Where were you? I've been
trying to call you all day! Why didn't you come to
LEELA: Look, I'm sorry I didn't come in . . . wait,
you were trying to call me?
FRY: What happened?
LEELA: Look . . . I would have come in, but something
came up. In fact, I need to tell you . . .
SPEAKER: (background, on Leela's side) Code Blue on
Level 5. Stat.
FRY: Wait . . . Code Blue . . . Leela, are you in a
FRY: Is anything wrong? Do you want me to come over
LEELA: Fry, stop it. Nothing's wrong. But I need you
to tell Hermes that I might not be in tomorrow, okay?
FRY: Yeah, sure. But Leela . . .
LEELA: (rushed) I gotta go. Bye, Fry.
FRY: Leela, wait! Why . . . (she hangs up) are you
Fry stares at the screen for a second, then sighs and
climbs back into bed.
INT PE ENTRANCE-- THE NEXT MORNING
All is still in the entrance hall, until the door is
suddenly opened and Leela enters, Nibbler at her heels
and a small clump of blankets in her free arm. She
looks around cautiously and walks through the building
towards the conference room. She attempts to sneak
past a working Hermes, but fails.
HERMES: Hey Leela.
LEELA: Oh, hi.
HERMES: Fry said you wouldn't be comin' in today, mon.
LEELA: Well, I had a change of plans . . .
HERMES: I wouldn' have blamed you, after we all acted
like jackasses de other day. Sorry 'bout dat.
LEELA: Oh. Well, thank you. (PAUSE) Can I leave now?
HERMES: (confused) Um, yeah.
Leela rushes out and heads for the hanger. Hermes
watches her, scratching his head.
CUT TO- PE HANGER
Fry and Bender are hanging around, talking, when Leela
FRY: Hey, Leela!
LEELA: Hi Fry. (Rushes past)
FRY: Um . . . okay.
BENDER: (whispering) She's still angry at us.
FRY: But she was fine when I talked with her last
BENDER: Didn't you hear a word I was saying? Woman
say what they _don't_ feel, moron, they show it by
educing physical pain. I bet she was carrying her
laser under all those blankets!
Fry watches as she heads into the ship. Finally, he
follows her in.
CUT TO- PE SHIP- LEELA'S QUARTERS
Leela's in her quarters, sitting on her bed, fiddling
with the blankets and mumbling something.
LEELA: I can't believe I'm going to do this. If I get
caught, who knows what they'll do to me . . .
FRY: (in doorway) Leela?
Leela jumps at his voice and jerks her head around.
LEELA: Fry, what are you doing here?
FRY: I dunno. I wanted to see what was up. You've
been acting weird all week. (Raising his voice) And
why were you at the hospital last night?
LEELA: (shushing) Fry, be quiet. Okay, I was at the
hospital because . . . well, I got sidetracked.
Something unexpected happened.
FRY: Like . . .
LEELA: Well . . .
Leela trails off, unsure of what to say. She looks
down towards the blankets, avoiding Fry's gaze.
FRY: C'mon Leela, I won't tell anyone else. You can
LEELA: (quick) No I can't. (Fry gives her a hurt
look) I'm sorry Fry, but I can't trust you to keep
this a secret.
FRY: If it's so secret, then why'd you come back to
LEELA: I needed to get something from Bender.
FRY: Like . . .
LEELA: I told you, I can't tell you.
FRY: What if I swore to you that I'd keep this a
LEELA: What would that do?
FRY: I'm just trying to help.
LEELA: You can start by staying out of this. It's
none of your business.
FRY: Oh yeah? Let's just see how it's "none of my
Fry reaches out to rip one of the blankets off.
LEELA: Fry, stop!
FRY: (shouting) MAKE ME!
The shouting seems to have an effect on the blankets.
Fry jumps away, shocked. Leela starts cradling the
blankets, crooning at them. The "blankets" stop
FRY: (studdering) Da . . . da.. dat's . . . that's a .
Leela looks at him expectantly.
FRY: (CONT) That's a _baby_!
LEELA: _Now_ do you know why I didn't come in
FRY: (babbling) You . . . he . . . da . . . that's a
baby! But how'd you . . . when did you . . . could I
look at it?
Leela thinks for a second before giving a meek nod.
Fry cautiously lifts one of the blankets up and drops
it on the floor in shock. We finally see what the big
deal was all about. The child (who BTW, isn't more
than a week old), is another cyclops, with a small
fuzz of blue-grey hair on his head.
FRY: (SOTTO) That's a baby _cyclops_! (To Leela in
disbelief) Is he yours?!
LEELA: No! Of course not! (SOTTO) That's the problem
. . .
FRY: But I thought you were the only one of your
LEELA: Not anymore.
FRY: Where did you find him?
LEELA: Actually, Nibbler sort of found him. I was
walking through Little Neptune with him yesterday, to
clear my head, you know? And we came to this
alleyway, and we found the poor thing. (Angry) Dumped
in a trash can.
FRY: A trash can?
LEELA: Uh huh. He looked sort of sick, so I took him
over to the hospital, and they had to do all these
stupid tests, but he's fine now.
FRY: (CONT) Who the hell puts a baby in a trash can?
LEELA: (dryly) I don't know. The same type of people
who dump their kids on a pile of "Abandoned Property."
Fry realizes he's hit a hard choir with Leela. He
tries to change the subject.
FRY: Can I hold him?
LEELA: Actually, I . . .
Fry's already taken the baby by this point. He hold
him up close, examining him.
FRY: (smiling) Hey, he's kinda cute. In a weird sort
LEELA: Fry, be careful with him. He might do
FRY: Aw, c'mon. What can he do, except cry and sleep
. . .
The kid suddenly spits up on Fry's jacket. Fry holds
him away at arm's length.
LEELA: . . .and throw up.
FRY: Eeeewww! Get it off me!
Leela takes the baby from Fry and throws him a
blanket. He starts wiping himself off with it.
LEELA: Oh stop whining. I warned you.
FRY: You didn't tell me that he just ate.
Fry takes off his jacket and tosses it and the blanket
on the floor, frustrated. He glares at the baby.
FRY: So what're you gonna do with him? Put him up for
LEELA: (quiet) Actually, I'm going to adopt him.
FRY: You're gonna _what_?!
LEELA: Please, would you just keep this under your hat
until I figure out how I'm going to do this without
FRY: Wait, how could you get busted for . . .
Bender unexpectedly struts in.
BENDER: Yo Fry, are you coming out or whAAAHHH!
(Points at the infant and starts freaking out) WHAT
THE HECK IS THAT THING?
CUT TO- PE CONFERENCE ROOM- LATER
The whole crew is sitting around the table, staring at
Leela and this new addition. Their back is to the
entrance of the kitchen.
BENDER: You're _adopting_ him!? Why'd you go ahead
and adopt a kid? Wasn't the garbage disposal enough?
LEELA: First of all, Nibbler isn't a garbage disposal,
he's just sensibly challenged when it comes to food.
In the background, Nibbler sniffs around the kitchen,
and starts eating various appliances as Leela talks.
LEELA: (CONT.) And second, I couldn't just leave the
poor thing where I found him. (Snuggling him) He
AMY: But couldn't you have just put him in an
orphanage or something?
LEELA: Uh-uh. I _refuse_ to put him through that.
Besides, no one's going to adopt him, he's too . . .
BENDER: Just plain butt-ugly?
LEELA: Not exactly.
ZOIDBERG: But how can you take care of this kid by
yourself? I hear it's hard enough for a young human
to be cared for by _two_ parents.
SFX: DULL SCREECH
Nibbler has pulled the refrigerator from it's place,
into the camera's view, and starts eating it. No one
LEELA: (defensive) Hey! I practically raised myself
as a kid. I can handle this, okay? (PAUSE) Um . . .
Amy, about all the stuff your mom sent you . . .
AMY: They're yours.
FRY: So he's yours now? That's it?
LEELA: (shakes her head) That's the problem. The only
way he's legally mine is if I adopt him, but it's
against the law to let a single person adopt anything
that's not a pet. I don't know how I'm going to pull
it off. (Glaring at Fry) Which was why I didn't want
to tell you in the first place until I settled this
with Bender . . .
AMY: Why don't you just have Fry pose as your husband
Fry slyly drapes his arm around Leela's waist.
FRY: (half-joking) Yeah. We never got to the
honeymoon part of our little Titanic trip, "fiancee".
LEELA: Are you _that_ eager to loose another limb?
Fry gets the point and quickly yanks his arm away.
LEELA: It wouldn't work anyway. They'd probably ask
for proof of marriage or something. Which is why I
wanted to see you, Bender. (SOTTO) Oh Gawd, I'm never
going to live this down . . . do you have an adoption
certificate lying around that we could possibly forge?
BENDER: Say no more, my cyclops friend. You see,
while we were paying a visit to the Center of
Buerocracy, I managed to grab a few blank papers off
some guy. I figured I could make a few bucks off of
them. The guy almost didn't let them go, but I got
LEELA: (hopeful) Really? Which papers?
BENDER: Let's see . . .
Bender reaches into his chest compartment and pulls
out 'the guy's' arm clutching a stack full of papers.
He flips through the papers, reading off their various
BENDER: (CONT) Death, Marraige, Career Chip, Birth . .
. Wait a minute. Why don't you just use the Birth
LEELA: How would that help?
BENDER: Well . . . you're not gonna like this . . .
but you could pretend you're his mom . . .
LEELA: (dryly) That's the whole point of this, Bender.
BENDER: Wait, hear me out. You pretend your his _real_
mom, and you just sign yourself up as the mother.
Then they can't take him away from you.
LEELA: Bender, that's breaking about five hundred
inferior laws right there. What if his real mom ever
comes looking for him? Then what?
BENDER: That won't happen.
AMY: Bender's right. I mean, look at you; 28 years
later, and you're still an orphan.
Leela attempts to glares down Amy, who doesn't notice.
She looks from the baby, to Bender waving the papers,
back to the baby . . .
LEELA: Bender, give me that Birth Certificate.
Bender hands it over to her, and she looks it over.
LEELA: This is going to take me forever to fill out.
I don't know when he was born, who his father it . . .
I don't even know what I want to name him!
FRY: Oh, I know! How about Mark?
Before Leela can comment . . .
BENDER: (rolls his eyes) Bor-ing!
AMY: Or Steven. I had a boyfriend named Steven.
Actually, I had two, but they spelled their names
different. See, one spelled it S-T-E-P-H . . .
BENDER: (interrupting) Hon, all of your boyfriends'
names could fill up a Phone Book, so if you'd mind,
please spare us the comparison.
ZOIDBERG: What about Zeggre. Very popular name back
BENDER: (raising an eyebrow at Zoidberg) Your planet
sure has a weird definition of "popular".
LEELA: This is even harder with you guys around.
BENDER: Aw, forget this. I'm gonna get a beer.
Bender leaves, and the rest of the crew starts talking
at once. Leela throws her hands over her ears.
BENDER: (OS) Hey! Where's the fridge?
INT SHOT- PE CONFERENCE ROOM- EVEN LATER
The table is abandoned, all except for Leela, cradling
the baby in one arm and studying the forms with her
free hand. Farnsworth walks in.
FARNSWORTH: Are you still stuck on that name thingy?
LEELA: Yeah. I have everything else filled out, but I
can't think of any name that sounds good.
FARNSWORTH: You know, there was a rather famous
professor before my time, Professor Aaron Isaac Newt,
who was one of the discoverers of our current system
of traveling. It was he who discovered that
faster-than-light-speed travel was possible by the
average man. Of course, everyone thought he was mad
for his theory of space travel, but he got the last
laugh, after he invented Soylent Cola, oh yes.
The Professor suddenly blanks out. Leela stares at
LEELA: Um, Professor . . .
FARNSWORTH: (snapping out of it) Wha . . . oh dear.
Sorry about that. (Leaves, mumbling)
LEELA: (sighing) Aaron Isaac Newt. (Brightening)
Leela turns back to the form, and under NAME, she puts
LEELA: Well, I guess that's that. (Smiling) You're
mine now, Aaron.
I hope you liked Part 1. I know there was nothing at
all about the "Fugitive" in here, but that's to come
in Part 2, which unfortunately won't be out until