The scene: The launch pad on the Island of Professor Po, where Doktor Zymm, Yeah Right, King Hippo and Steve the Ninja all await takeoff in their rocket.

Doktor Zymm (into the microphone): Mission control, start the countdown.

Mission Control (via the radio): Affirmative. Starting countdown at five minutes.

Doktor Zymm (into the microphone): Roger zat.

Yeah Right: Hey, ummm…Zymm?

Doktor Zymm (checking several dials): Ja?

Yeah Right: Since we’ve got a few minutes…do you think maybe I could…go…?

Doktor Zymm: Go? Go where?

Yeah Right: You know…go.

King Hippo: He wants ta hit the head. Y’know. Make his bladder gladder.

Steve the Ninja: Punish the porcelain.

King Hippo: Leak the liz-

Yeah Right (interrupting): Guys! You’re not helping! Look, Zymm, we have a few minutes, right?

Doktor Zymm (sighing): Zo, maybe next time you vill think twice before drinking all zat beer before a spaze flight?

Yeah Right: Well, I mean, I’d like to say I would, but…

Doktor Zymm (rolling her eyes): Fine, fine! Go! Ve vill vait. Maybe.

Yeah Right (unhooking his flight harness and scurrying out): Thanks, Zymm!

King Hippo: Syphon the python.

Steve the Ninja: Heh. Um.. Y’know, if Yeah Right’s going…

Doktor Zymm (rolling her eyes): Go! Hippo, go mit him.

King Hippo: Me? I’m fine. It was only a half-rack, an’ I only had eight of ’em anyway.

Doktor Zymm: Zat is vat you say now, but just vait until ve are half-way to ze moon. Go. Schnell.

King Hippo and Steve the Ninja unbuckle and exit the cockpit, leaving Doktor Zymm by herself.

Doktor Zymm (into the microphone): Mission control, halt countdown. Ve vill rezume momentarily.

Mission Control: Roger that.

Doktor Zymm (grumbling to herself): It ist like dealing mit sie kinder… I knew I should have taken zat job at Tyrell…

Doktor Zymm adjusts another dial.

Doktor Zymm (frowning): Arschloche! Now I have to go.

Cut to: The moon! Earth’s protector, that glorious lunar landscape of song and legend! The destination for mankind’s greatest adventure…

Eh, it’s actually pretty dry and dusty. And dead. Kind of like rural Utah on a Saturday night. In the midst of this desolation sits Porfessor Po’s moonbase, a domed facility. On a landing pad within the dome the rocket now sits, which Covalent Blonde, Horatio Cornblower and Moosemas Gorilla are hiding in. Two of Po’s technicians are approaching the rocket.

Technician #1: So I thought she was a football fan, y’know? But when I asked her who her favorite team was, she said it was the Texans.

Technician #2: Who?

Technician #1 (opening the cargo hatch): Right? I ain’t dating no CFL fan. You gotta draw the line.

Suddenly Moosemas Gorilla springs from the cargo bin! He grabs the two technicians and smacks their heads together, and they fall unconscious to the floor.

Horatio Cornblower (jumping from the hatch down onto the ape’s shoulder): Nice going, pal! Now let’s find Po and finish this.

Covalent Blonde (hopping out of the hatch): Hey! There’s Po!

Professor Po (near a doorway where he was talking to another technician): Oh, seriously? Can’t you people just get off my back?

Covalent Blonde (approaching menacingly): Oh, I’ll get off your back all right…as soon as I’m done pounding you.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook?

Horatio Cornblower (wincing): Yeah, I agree. CB, we’ve really got to work on your phraseology.

Professor Po (hitting an intercom button): All space ninjas…to the landing bay!

Covalent Blonde (confused): Space ninjas?

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook-ook?

Horatio Cornblower: Are they different than your other ninjas? You know, the useless one we beat the crap out of?

Professor Po (haughtily): Of course! They are the perfect lunar warriors, trained to fight in the reduced gravity of the moon!

The bay door opens, and a small horde of ninjas tumble through. They’re leaping and brandishing weapons, twirling swords and swinging nunchaku. It’s all pretty impressive.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook! Ook-ook!

Horatio Cornblower (grinning): Hey, that’s right! The gravity up here is only about 1/6 of earth’s!

Moosemas Gorilla (making a yuuuge leap towards the ninjas): OOOOOOOOOOOK!

Space Ninja #1 (as the shadow of Moosemas Gorilla falls over him): Aw, this is gonna hurt…

Moosemas Gorilla slams into the space ninjas, sending them scattering to and fro. Moosemas Gorilla grabs one screaming space ninja and uses him to batter several others.

Professor Po (disgusted): Oh, this is the last time I invest in ninjas!

Covalent Blonde (rushing towards Po): You got that right! You’re gonna have to save all your cash for your hospital bills anyway!

Professor Po screeches and flees through the open door. He sticks his tongue out at Covalent Blonde as it closes.

Covalent Blonde (hitting the locked steel door in frustration): Son of a … Guys! He’s getting away again!

Horatio Cornblower (leaping from one space ninja to another, and poking them in the eye with his teeny-tiny fists): Focus, CB! First we trash some ninjas, then we pound some Po!

Moosemas Gorilla (swinging a space ninja): Ook?

Horatio Cornblower (sighing): Yeah, now she’s got me doing it, too…

Cut to: Space! Where Doktor Zymm’s RV flies along, carrying Pirate Sloth and Otto’s Brain.

Otto’s Brain: Well…we’re not dead.

Pirate Sloth: Aye! Seems we’ll make it after all.

Otto’s Brain: Yeah…

Pirate Sloth: You seem dispirited, lad.

Otto’s Brain: Well, not really. But you have to admit, it got pretty exciting there for awhile.

Pirate Sloth: Aye. Um… ’tis that the moon we be approachin’?

Otto’s Brain: Looks like it.

Pirate Sloth: Aye. Aren’t we comin’ up a wee bit fast?

Otto’s Brain: Yeah… Hey…car? You want to maybe slow us down a bit?

The auto pilot remains ominously silent.

Otto’s Brain: Uh…car?

Pirate Sloth: Hold on…we be gettin’ a message on this here screen…

Otto’s Brain: What the hell…?

Pirate Sloth (opening another bottle of Captain Morgan Cannon Blast): It may be we’re too far out in space…?

Otto’s Brain: This is your fault!

Pirate Sloth (taking a yuuuge swig): Eh? How d’ye figure that?

Otto’s Brain: Because it’s a computer! And you’re a Seahawks fan! And Paul Allen!!!

Pirate Sloth (taking another swig): I’m not so sure this here beastie runs on Win-

Otto’s Brain (interrupting): You don’t see the Hunt family making crappy computers!

Pirate Sloth: Nay, that be true…

Otto’s Brain (frantic): You’re an enabler!

Pirate Sloth: Be that as it may…

Otto’s Brain (rolling in circles): We’re gonna diiieeeeee!!!

To be continued…