Merla and Cossack melted back into their seats after watching Lionball 1 pass over them.
Merla smiled over at Cossack. "Take her out of hyperactive."
"Taking her out of hyperactive." Cossack reached up and deactivated the Hyper jets. "Ah, congrats, boss, we did it. They must have overshot us by a chapter and a half."
Merla laughed. "Okay, let's set a course for Planet Doom."
"Setting a course for…" Without warning the Pegasus 69 started to shake violently. "…Plannnn et Doo ooo ooo ooom."
"What's that?" Merla asked.
"I don't know. I don't know. We're losing power," Cossack replied.
"Why?" Merla asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Cossack tapped on the power readout. "We're outta gas."
"We must've burned it up in hyperactive."
"I told you we should've put more than five bucks worth in," Cossack said.
"Okay, we'll have to lay her down. Prepare for emergency landing." Merla started pushing buttons and flipping switches. "Quick, give me a reading!"
Cossack placed his hands together and prayed. "Oh my Father, who art in St. Louis, scared shitless be thy name. Please save our asses from being cancelled…again…"
"Will you stop that?" Merla yelled as she slapped Cossack's shoulder. She then picked up the phone and spoke to Lotor and Yurak. "Keep your seat belts fastened back there. You okay, prince?"
"No, you bitch," Lotor yelled. "Where'd you learn to handle a flight stick?"
Merla pointed the craft at the nearest celestial body. "Okay, the Pegasus 69 is coming in fast and hard," Merla said nervously.
Merla desperately tried to maintain control of her ship as they headed for the surface of the Planet Pollux.
Everyone in the Winnebago was bounced around as the ship entered the planet's atmosphere. With her hands tight on the flight controls, Merla maintained her composure as the surface of Pollux rushed towards them. With minimal response from the ship's systems, Merla flew around rugged mountains, over dense forests, and skimmed over lakes. The grassy landscape quickly faded away and was replaced by dirt and eventually sand.
"Sand would make a soft landing pad," Merla thought to herself.
"Ahh. Left, right, I mean right. Pull up, pull up," Cossack was telling his captain.
Doing her best to keep the ship upright, Merla brought the craft down into a sand dune.
After holding on for dear life, Prince Lotor stood up once the ship had come to a complete stop.
"Where are you going?" Yurak asked the prince.
"I'm going to tell her off once and for all," Lotor responded.
"Wwwwwwwait," Yurak stuttered. "We'll need her to get us outta here. Besides, she's got a sexy voice. She might be hot." Yurak then winked at Lotor.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Merla and Cossack were having a conversation of their own.
"Called me a bitch? I'm going back there and explain a few things to him!" Merla spouted as she switched off various ship systems.
"Yeah, but, you don't know what he looks like," Cossack told Merla.
"I know what he looks like. If you've seen one Drule prince, you've seen 'em all," Merla shot back.
Lotor gave Yurak a look of disgust. "Hot? I know these space chicks. They're all alike. Fat, nasty..."
Merla proceeded to give Cossack his description of Lotor. "Pale-faced, soft skinned..."
"...flat-chested, whores!" Lotor finished his tirade then left the room and headed to the cockpit to face off with Merla.
"…pussy-whipped, spoiled brats!" Merla then got up from her seat and headed to the back of the ship to face off against Lotor.
"Yeah, well, normally I'd…," Cossack began to say as he tried to get up but his seat belt was still latched. "Now, that's gonna leave a mark."
Lotor and Merla met half way through the Winnebago.
"Now listen you..." Lotor had started to say but he stopped dead in his tracks at seeing how attractive Merla was.
Likewise, Merla was taken back at the sight of Lotor. She composed herself then began her rant. "You listen! On this ship, you're to refer to me as 'bitch', not 'you captain'. I mean, you know what I mean."
"And you will not call me' you'," the prince ordered. "You will never address me as 'you'. You will call me your 'Royal Majesty'."
Merla pointed her finger at Lotor. "You are royal pain in the..."
Cossack walked in during the height of the argument. "Whoa, hold it, time."
"What?" Merla and Lotor asked in unison.
"May I make a small suggestion? Any minute now, the Lionballs are gonna make a major U-turn, head back this way, and make us all…..dead."
"He's right," Merla stated. "Let's go."
"Wait. What about my things?" Lotor asked.
Merla shot Lotor and angry look. "Listen, you royal..."
Cossack cleared his throat.
"...majesty. Take only what you need to survive."
"Yeah…," Cossack said.