And you tell him that
it's John Whorfin calling.
That's W-H-O-R-F-l-N.
You got that, honey?
- John. J-O-H-N.
- This better be collect, Doc.
Bigbooty? Of course it's me, you fool!
Who do you think?
The time has come, Bigbooty.
Prepare for my return.
Well, haven't you heard?
Don't you watch TV?
Banzai and Hikita have done it.
They have opened the window!
Si. Si. So meet me at the factory.
And get their overthruster.
And Hikita, too.
Sure. Alive.
No, no, don't worry about me.
I'll get my own ride.
Evil will not prevail. That was...
Arrivederci, Jersey.
Goodbye, goodbye to her...
- It's the spittin' image.
- Doesn't look anything like her.
Pictures don't lie.
Hell they don't. Met my first wife that way.
It's Peggy to these eyes. It's the
same nose. It's the same hair.
Plus, Buckaroo has to think so too
or else he wouldn't be ready
to make a fool of himself.
Just hot off the World Watch Wire, Buckaroo.
Thought you'd wanna be notified.
Remember that old Italian pal
of the professor's?
- Emilio Lizardo.
- Yeah.
Last night he kills a guard, breaks out of
Trenton Home for the Criminally Insane.
Ten minutes later, he cops a Maserati
Bora. Totalled it a block away.
Holy moly.
- Maserati Bora.
- Mm-hm. That ain't all.
He's vanished. Thin air.
- Dr Lizardo. Wasn't he on TV once?
- You're thinking of Mr Wizard.
This guy is a
top scientist, dummkopf.
- So was Mr Wizard.
- Dr Emilio Lizardo is a raving lunatic, Perfect Tommy.
A vicious psychopath.
Just as soon kill you as go fishin'.
Buckaroo, look at this.
Grossly-abnormal high-altitude
electrostatic disturbance
- moving down over Connecticut.
- From the jet car, do you think?
No, not from the jet car.
Check with NORAD Command.
It could be above-ground atomic testing
in China. Maybe sunspot activity.
Man, that's strange.
Scientists at Strategious Space Command have detected
a mysterious radioactive cloudlike
mass over southern New England.
Sources close to the National Security
Consortium have refused to comment.
Let's get on back to three
great modern country hits in a row.
- Sidney!
- Buckaroo!
- How's the patient?
- Fine, thanks to you.
- But more importantly: Congratulations!
- Thank you.
You drove right through
a mountain the other day.
You did it right after you left me at the operation.
You haven't even said anything about it.
- Didn't mention it.
- Sidney, these are my friends.
This is my colleague Dr Sidney Zwibel, old
medical friend from Columbia P and S.
- Howdy. How you're doing?
- Listen, Sidney, I'm glad you could make it.
Cos it looks like we may need an
extra hand sooner than I thought.
Aha, I see. That's what I was wondering about.
I got your message about rendezvousing
at this address. Barely had time to pack.
- Then I came here...
- I can see that.
I'm gonna snoop around.
Make yourself at home.
You know, I thought we were gonna
rehearse or something.
I'm a big fan of all you guys. I love
the comic books and the records.
I know you. You're Pecos.
- Perfect Tommy.
- Perfect Tommy. I'm sorry.
- You're Pecos.
- Pecos is in Tibet. Name's Reno.
- Reno! It's an honour.
- Where do you hail from, Doc?
- Uh, New Jersey. Fort Lee.
- Where are your spurs at?
Is he making fun of me?
Third cell to the left. Pink dress.
Arigato.
What do you want? Huh?
What are you doin' here?
What are you doing here?
Why don't you just go away
and let me rot?
Who were you really trying
to annihilate last night?
You. Just like the papers all say.
Come over here.
Come on.
Oh, my God! Perfect Tommy!
What do you want from me?
Oh, you remind me of someone
I once knew long ago.
Was she very beautiful?
She was... queen of the Netherlands.
That's a long way
from where I come from.
Wyoming? Cody, Wyoming?
No, I'm from Laramie.
Except that I was born in Cody,
but nobody...
Do you have family?
Back in Cody, I mean?
I don't know.
See, I always felt that there was
another part of