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(Andy sits at his desk. Stella Starbella sits on the right side. Mittens lies on the right end of the desk with his tail hanging over the edge.)
ANDY: Welcome back to Eye on the Galaxy! (to Stella) Stella Starbella, you and Mittens could easily get off this planet in your own ship, so why haven't you left yet?
STELLA: Funny you should ask. If I leave now, (pulls a cookie jar out of her hair and places it on the desk) who's going to bake cookies for everybody? (takes lid off the cookie jar) Care to try one?
ANDY: Don't mind if I do! (takes one cookie)
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LOST AND FOUND GUY: When you're in charge of Lost and Found, (dramatically) you must keep an inventory at hand. (sheepishly) I lost my only copy.
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TRUDI: After exploring this planet many times, we simply grew tired of it.
ANDY: We?
TRUDI'S CLONES: (zipping into view from the right side of the screen, in unison) We!
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SLUG BOSS (mummy thugs behind him): My pit monster's trapped under the wreckage... (licks his lips) ...he'll starve to death.
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PAPA DOOM (gargoyle associates behind him): We started out with 20 gallons of orbble juice; (worriedly) now we're down to 2 and a half!
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EYE DRONE
(Andy has a mini-control panel on his desk. He operates a joystick with his left hand while holding a telephone in his right hand. A projection screen stands behind the desk. The text on the screen reads: EYE DRONE ONLINE.)
ANDY: (on the phone) Eye on the Galaxy, Andy speaking.
MS. MYRTLE: Hello, this is Ms. Myrtle. Is that floating eyeball staring at me yours?
ANDY: Yes, that would be the Eye Drone. (an image appears on the projection screen to reveal Ms. Myrtle on a candlestick telephone) I just deployed it to check on anyone or anything far from this planet.
MS. MYRTLE: Ach! Can't an old lady get a little privacy? (pulls out a flyswatter and smacks the Eye Drone away, causing its vision to spin rapidly)
ANDY: I never should have put my phone number on it. (to audience) More to come!
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