She has the overthruster.
We'll get it back. We'll get it back.
It's... it's not Buckaroo Banzai per se,
Mr President. It's his men.
Foreigners, some of 'em.
Or their names have been changed.
Their true backgrounds
are shrouded in secrecy!
Now, all I'm saying is that this jet car
belongs in the hands of Defense.
I mean, if the Banzai Institute
doesn't want to sell it to us,
then we're gonna have
to take it from them!
In national interest, of course.
Come in.
Excuse me, Mr President, World Watch One.
Directincoming transmission.
Yeah.
Hello, Mr President, I know your back is killing you,.
but I have a developing situation here
and I must speak frankly..
Buckaroo...
Secretary of Defense McKinley
and my National Security Advisor
Smirnoff, are visiting me,
but I have no secrets from them.
Well, something has reared
its ugly head in outer space, Mr President,.
and it looks like the Earth is caught in a crossfire..
We have reason to believe
that there are vicious red aliens.
walking freely among us,
posing as the owners and operators.
of Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems..
Yoyodyne Propulsion... the people
working on our Truncheon Bomber?
In the hands of foreign nationals?
Excuse me, Mr President. Time is short..
In order to prevent
John Whorfin's escape,.
my comrades are at this very moment
taking up a geostationary position.
over New Jersey.
This situation is explosive..
Who the hell is that?
Explosive, what are you saying man?
Some kind of race war in New Jersey?
No, Mr President, no..
This man as you call him is not
a human being at all, but is, in fact,.
a black lectroid named John Parker
from the very same Planet Ten..
And his spaceship is, at this moment,
anchored above Yoyodyne..
Yoyodyne.
Buckaroo, my good friend...
That's it!.
These red creatures, they must
somehow give off the bacteria.
We breathe it. It swims up our nose
into our cerebral cortex
where it talks to our brain cells.
Tells us to see exactly
what they want us to see.
Electric brainwashing.
Diabolical. They got us so confused...
Buckaroo, I don't know what to say.
Lectroids from Planet Ten?.
Nuclear extortion?.
A girl named John?.
Buckaroo, Lectroid Wing Commander..
Excuse me, Mr President,
I have to go talk to the hornet's nest.
Good God.
Well, if it wasn't Buckaroo Banzai,
I'd say commit the man.
Get me SAC Headquarters, Omaha,
NORAD and the Strategic Space Command.
I want some hard data on that cloud.
John, get out in the field.
Stick your beak into this one.
What is this thing made of?
Cobalt and electricity.
They're armed for bear, Buckaroo.
World Watch One.
Buckaroo.
It's Whorfin.
Dr Banzai?.
Yes, this is Emilio Lizardo.
Maybe you don't remember me.
Ah. I'm flattered.
We know the same people.
Yeah. In fact, one of them
is with me right now.
Your associate...
Dr Penny Priddy.
Doctor?
May I pass along my congratulations
for your great
interdimensional breakthrough.
I'm sure in the miserable annals of
the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
However... Miss Priddy claims
to be unable to solve my problem
and provide me with
the crucial missing circuit
for my overthruster!.
He hasn't found it. He hasn't found it.
Maybe you can convince her to try.
John O'Connor!
I'm not worth it, Buckaroo! Forget about me!
They'll never break me. Never!
Penny, get off the phone..
Dr Lizardo, really what does she know
about an overthruster? She's not a scientist..
Shall we play...
a Penny for your thoughts?
Maybe you can come in her place, huh?
Yoyodyne, Banzai. You know the address.
Come alone and bring your overthruster!.
He'll come. I know his type.
Take her to the pit!
Go, Bigbooty!
Use more honey!
Find out what she knows.
These breathing devices Hikitasan has cooked up
will enable you to see them
as they really are, as I've been seeing
them since yesterday as Lectroids.
In our eyes, they're not very pretty.
Nothing personal, John Parker.
If we blow