Connie couldn't breathe. "Stand still! I'll hit you with my P.L.O.T. A.R.M.O.R.!" said Numbuh Five. She blasted her with what looked like a laser gun. "I can breathe!" said Connie. "What was that thing?" she asked. "It stands for Pretty Large Oxygen Transmission at Regular Moments of Respiratory-malfunction device. Now you should be able to stay out here in space long enough without dying for someone to rescue us. As if the writer hadn't already written enough deus ex machinas in to the story already, A giant glass dome containing a park full of people came flying by blasting David Bowie's "Heroes" through the loudspeaker. "A little help?" called out Connie. The people inside the dome pretended not to notice and flew right by.
Inside the dome, a green, out of shape man was annoying everyone. "Dang it, Muscle Man!" shouted an angry gumball machine. "If you don't stop making 'my mom' jokes every ten seconds I'm firing you out into space!" he shouted. "You know who else threatens to…" began Muscle Man. He was immediately thrown out into space where he crashed into Connie.