arrival.
Philsey, Beverly, anybody!
Help!
Three minutes, thirty seconds
to arrival.
Howard!
Here!
All right!
Like salami!
Did you lose something?
Alien specimens are arriving
laboratory in three minutes.
All right!
Eat claw, Duck!
- Two minutes to arrival.
- Belt, box, trigger!
One minute,
thirty seconds to arrival.
You little duck!
- One minute to arrival.
- Howard!
There's more coming down.
The machine, Howard.
You've got to destroy it!
- Blast it.
- Get them!
No, Howard, don't!
You'll never get home.
- Thirty seconds to arrival.
- Get them!
Goodbye, Duck World.
Get outta there. Run!
Ten seconds
and counting to arrival.
Over here!
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four, three, two...
one, arrival.
Howard!
No!
I don't know where you are now,
but I hope you're happier there.
This world didn't threat you very
good, but you saved it, didn't you?
- Howard?
- I am not Howard anymore.
Geez, all this smoke,
it's murder on the sinuses.
Fooled you, didn't I?
- Howard.
- It's all right, Toots.
Well, all right, I'd like to dedicate
this song to our new manager.
Go!
All right, that's mechanical.
We're gonna release the big wave-0.
Cue as ready.
Cue and go!
- Howard, Howard.
- Yeah?
Help me out!
Release that rope there!
Gotcha.
- Not that one!
- Philsey, what's going on?
Get me down from here!
I've done enough flying.
Philsey!
Philsey, do you realize I could
have been killed up there?
- What's this?
- Rock and Roll!
Right!
Give me four.
Big, big, baby.
Is that hot enough for you?
Hit a purple "A" for you all.
Do it!
That's me!
Thank you! Thank you!
We love you.
Howard, Howard,
Howard, Howard!
We love you!
Not bad for a duck
from outer space.
You were great, Ducky.
Done by (c) dCd / February 2007Hi, honey, this is your mother.
Listen, I know you're very busy...
with the new job but
please try and call us.
Did you get the birthday
sweater we sent?
We'll be home all weekend.
Bye.
Howard, Jim here. We still set
for racquet ball on Saturday.
Give me a shout,
Buddy, bye-bye.
Hi, it's Wendy. I had this really
intense dream last night, Howie.
I was running my fingers through
your feathers, and all...
of a sudden well, you better come
over tonight and I'll show you...
what really happened next.
Ciao for now, Howie.
Hey, Ricky's back with you again for
lots more Dance Frenzy excitement.
Here's couple number three
our lovely Latin dance team...
from Wedford Falls, Charles is a
Machinist First Class in the Navy...
and his darling wife,
Madge, is a blackjack dealer.
Just a super jock dance.
Charles and Madge.
Come on,
let's hear for them, folks.
What's the matter, George?
Jock itch again?
I've got just the thing.
Here. Why not take
a shot of New Shorts Blaster?
It's guaranteed to wipe out
feather fungus in even...
- the most active crotches.
- Shorts Blaster.
In addiction, you've won a new car.
But that's not all.
Fred, I love you so much.
- It hurts like hell.
- He's dead.
$79,95?
Forget it!
$49,99?
No way.
I'm crazy and
my prices are insane!
Who did they
interview this month?
My little airbrush beauty.
What?
No, it's a quake!
I can't get up!
What's going on here?
Casey, did you hear something?
I'm such a lucky girl
I'm in love
The Cosmos.
Countless worlds upon worlds.
Worlds without end.
In these galaxies
every possible reality exits.
And what is reality on any one
world is mere fantasy on all others.
Here, all is real
and all is illusion.
What is, what was and what
will be start here with the words.
In the beginning
there was...
"Howard the Duck".
Boy!
I'm a dead duck.
Hey, come on.
No!
Bender, go on in, Frankenweed.
We finally found you a date.
What is this?
That costume doesn't fool me.
No kids allowed.
- Come on, Kid.
- Wait a minute, that's my date.
I said out of the way!
No, wait!
You little creep!
Get away from my cart,
you filthy degenerated.
- Christ, it touched me!