To say that Fry was a bit perplexed at the moment would be an understatement.
His new friend, That Guy, had just died right in front of him and he was now standing, in front of an audience of investors, Mom still ready to go forward with the deal, and without any knowledge of investing or the monetary system.
But, what Fry did know was that, in the end, money wasn't as important as friendship. And, he also knew Planet Express would be better in Professor Farnsworth's hands than his own.
But, while Fry was having all these thoughts in the split second after he declared That Guy dead, Mom had started talking.
"Pry out his fillings, feed him to the jackals, and let's get on with the sale," Mom demanded.
"I don't think so," Fry objected, "Cause, as vice chairman of the company, I gain voting control of his shares."
"Don't be a fool, you idiot," Mom insulted.
"I'll be whatever I wanna do," Fry countered.
Then, suddenly, the rest of the Planet Express crew slide out of the ceiling onto the stage.
"Fry," Bender yelled, "Stop doing the right thing, you jerk!"
"We know what you're about to do, and we came to stop it," Leela persuaded, "Let Mom buy the company. We all wanna be filthy, stinking rich."
"You mean you'd rather be rich than work together," Fry asked.
"Hell yeah," Leela yelled.
"In my whole life," Fry lamented, "This company was the only place I'd ever really felt at home. If being millionaires is more important to you than our..."
"It is," Bender interrupted.
"Friendship, then I'll sell Planet Express," Fry finished, "For you."
Fry turns back to Mom, a defeated look on his face.
"The deal's on," Fry moaned, "Planet Express is yours."
"Excellent," Mom laughed, "I knew you would come to your senses."
Fry sticks out his hand and Mom shakes it.
"The takeover of PlanEx Corp. by Mom's Delivery Company has been approved with a final worth of $107 per share," Jor El announced.
"Marvelous," Mom responded, "You're all fired."
"Who cares," Leela yelled, "We're rich!"
"Suck your own boobs, old bag," Bender blurted out.
"No matter to that," Zoidberg countered, taking out a moldy sandwich, "You all may have money, but there is still payout for the conservative sangwich heavy portfolio."
Zoidberg then proceeds to eat his sandwich.
"Oh! I'm ruined," Zoidberg cried, "Why? Why?"
"I feel like I should be annoyed," Hermes stated, "But, who cares? I'm rich."
"Now I finally know what it feels like to be slightly above the upper class," Amy cheered.
But, while everyone else cheered, all Fry could do was look at the ground, wondering if this would be the last time he'd ever see his friends.
Later that day, Fry and Bender were back in Fry's section of their shared apartment, laying on the couch as if nothing had happened earlier.
"So Meatbag," Bender asked, "What are you going to do with your money that I've been kind enough to not steal...yet?"
"I don't know," Fry replied, "I think I might save it all for something important."
"Something important," Bender questioned, "What a nerd."
"I'm trying to be responsible for once in my life," Fry countered, "What are you doing with your money?"
"One word: mansion," Bender answered, "It's gonna be huge and it's gonna have so much. Golden arches, at least three stories, blackjack, hookers, a tennis court..."
"You don't even know how to play tennis," Fry countered.
"If I'm gonna live anywhere," Bender explained, "It's gonna be either a tiny room or a giant mansion with a tennis court. Seriously, though, you should think of something cool to spend your money on. Life is only worth living when you have material possessions you can show off to those around you."
"You do have a point," Fry thought out loud, "Maybe I'll go to the bathroom and think about it."
"You're going to the bathroom," Bender responded, "I know exactly what you're going to do in there, and you won't be thinking about money."
"Doing that helps me think," Fry countered as he got up and went over to the bathroom.
Then, as soon as Fry left the room, the doorbell rang.
"Can you get that," Bender called out to Fry.
"What," Fry yelled, "I can't hear you. I'm in the bathroom."
"Never mind," Bender groaned, standing up, "I'll get it."
Bender started grumbling about "lazy meatbags" and "the lack of robots in Star Trek" before he reached the door. Upon opening it, he was confronted with Leela.
"Leela," Bender greeted, "Well, how nice to see you. I see you've found out that I'm rich and finally decided to go for robo."
"I'm rich too, Bender," Leela insulted.
"That's right," Bender seduced, "Take me home with you. Leave me alone with your money."
"Shut up," Leela snapped.
"Well, I tried," Bender shrugged, "What are you doing here, anyways?"
"I've decided what I'm going to do with the money I got," Leela stated, "I'm going to open my own orphanarium."
"Wow," Bender deadpanned, "That'd great."
"I remembered how life at my old orphanarium wasn't as great as it could have been," Leela explained, "But, then I realized that the best person to run an orphanarium would be someone who grew up in an orphanarium."
"Listen, not that this isn't insanely interesting," Bender interrupted, "But do you think it'd be possible to get to the point of the conversation that's about me."
"So," Leela continued, "I decided to ask if YOU..."
"Oh," Bender gasped, "I love this part."
"Would come work as a bending unit/security guard," Leela finished.
"What exactly would make me qualified for security," Bender asked.
"You're a common criminal," Leela explained, "You must have a general knowledge of how to prevent break ins by now."
"That is true," Bender considered, "Are the other morons from Planet Express gonna be there?"
"Yeah," Leela answered, "Hermes is going to be our accountant, Amy has agreed to use her money to help fund the orphanarium, and Scruffy will be our janitor."
"Eh," Bender shrugged, "At least you got the other hot babe. I'll go get Fry, so you can talk to him."
"Actually," Leela corrected, "You don't gave to do that. I'm not bringing him along."
"What," Bender questioned, "The one guy on that crew who was actually cool? The one guy who probably actually wants to be invited on this dumb project?"
"For what it's worth," Leela defended, "I'm not bringing Farnsworth or Zoidberg on board either, for obvious reasons."
"Too old and too Zoidberg, of course," Bender answered, "But still, Fry will probably be upset that you left him out of this. And, if I had that empathy chip installed, I'd probably be upset too. Maybe."
"That's why Fry doesn't have to know I'm opening an orphanarium with some of the old crew," Leela demanded, "Fry doesn't even read the news, so he probably won't even know I'm opening an orphanarium at all. And that's why you won't tell him a thing."
"Now you want me to keep a secret," Bender asked. Leela then proceeded to hand Bender thirty dollars.
"My mouth is sealed," Bender reassured.
"Great," Leela responded, "I'll text you later with the details."
"And I will ignore that until you offer booze," Bender replied, going back into the apartment.
A few minutes after Leela left, Fry came out of the bathroom.
"Who was at the door," Fry asked.
"Door to door salesbot," Bender answered, "Told him to scram."
"Bender," Fry scolded, "That's not very nice. He's just trying to make a living. What if I wanted the useless crap they're selling?"
"Well gee," Bender yelled, "Sorry I tried to protect our money. Why don't you try and find ways to avoid uncool spending in the future?"
"Sorry," Fry apologized.