but we got this damn
contract with this sleazoid.
He won't even give us
the money he owes us.
Come on in.
It's sort of a disaster area.
We've been working on
some new songs, you know.
See, the band's called
Cherry Bomb and, well...
we've been playing these grungy
mong-holes waiting for our big break.
You don't have any idea what
I'm talking about, do you Mister...
- Hello.
- Duck?
- It's Howard, thank you.
- Right, Howard.
Hi, I'm Beverly.
Listen, would you like
something to eat or drink?
Milk?
I could put it in a bowl.
Doll, I don't drink out of bowls.
You got a beer?
Beer?
Right, beer, right.
God, I can't believe this.
- I'll put you in a bowl.
- What?
Give me a break.
- What's this?
- It's a purse.
- I got it at a swap meet.
- Cute.
I'm sorry I'm so nervous. It's just
that I've never been around a...
I mean, I've never even had
any pets or anything, you know?
They seem like such a hassle.
You know, feeding them...
- cleaning up their little poo-poos.
- I'll try to be careful.
No, I didn't mean that you...
Look, why don't
you just sit down...
- Okay, why not?
- And make yourself at home.
- Make myself at home? I wish.
- Listen.
No, not again!
Howard, it's okay.
Are you all right?
- The chair started shaking.
- It was just a big truck going by.
A truck?
I knew that.
What I don't know is
what the hell I'm doing here!
It's like a bad trip. I mean,
talk about an identity crisis.
Yeah, what an awful
thing to happen.
Howard, I was
just kinda wondering...
does everybody
in your planet look like you?
- Obviously, why?
- No reason, just wondered.
So, what do you do back home?
You got a job? You go to school?
- I went to med school for a while.
- You went to med school?
Yeah, my parents
wanted me to be a doctor.
Plastic surgeon, making big bucks,
doing big jobs, tail tucks.
- What happened?
- I dropped out.
And I decided to educate myself
in the real world, on the streets.
So, I wrote songs at night
and did construction work by day.
That sounds great.
You know, I write songs too.
- What kind of...
- Listen, it doesn't matter.
It was all a pipe dream.
I got so tired of everyone saying...
"Grow up, Howard".
I guess I finally did.
Last month I got what
they call a "promising job".
- Yeah? Doing what?
- Advertising copywriter.
Only two things touch my feathers,
this "Oil of Night Fowl" and him.
I wrote that.
Howard, it sort of sounds
like you sold out.
Maybe. But sometimes
I still get this feeling...
there's some kind of
special destiny waiting for me.
Howard, that's it.
Maybe that's why you're here.
- What?
- I mean, I believe that...
there are no accidents
in the Universe.
Maybe you're here
for some greater purpose.
- Some cosmic cause.
- Are you nuts?
I got no intention
of being stranded here.
I gotta get back.
How, is another matter.
Yeah, right.
We got get some help.
But, Howard...
Geez.
Howard?
What am I gonna
do with you, Ducky?
- This is humiliating.
- I just don't want people...
- freaking out all over the place.
- What about me?
I'm gonna have to see
a psychiatrist every day...
- for the rest of my life.
- Relax, we're almost there.
- Goody.
- Phil's a scientist. He can help.
- Howard, this isn't working.
- Tell me about it.
Can I give you
a hand with that.
- No, we're doing...
- What's in the bag?
I'm doing just fine,
thank you very much.
Let me out of here.
- Excuse me. Can I help with that?
- No!
Yes!
Why are we stopping?
- Hi.
- Hi, Beverly.
We had an appointment.
We got here as fast as we could.
Listen, everybody, this is it!
I've just seen it!
It's in there!
It's a...
It's nothing!
It's nothing, never mind.
Carry on, Dr. Chapin.
This is amazing.
Man's oldest fantasy.
Across a sea of stars!
Look up in the sky!
It's a bird!
It's a plane!
- No, it's a duck!
- Phil, you gotta help us!
- What are we gonna do?
- Nice, Ducky.
Me, Phil, you Howard.
We be friends.