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Some hero. Disappointing little boys.
Home, Nimbus. And no "bots. "
Reach, space pirates or I'll blast you to bits.
That cold has gone to your head, Nimbus.
Tastes pretty good, huh?
- ... that Nimbus the Great stuff. - Oh, he's a boy, dear.
...their genuine miniature Nimbus-zoombot with them?
Never mind. Your father will be home in a few minutes.
You know, like Nimbus the Great.
I don't think they'd appreciate that.
How can I? With a cold like this, I'd be laid up for weeks.
- He sure was, and he's terrific. - Yeah, you should have been here.
You just won, because I don't understand what you're talking about.
It's space magic! Oh, boy.
Anybody can be Nimbus. It's all in the costume.
The winner is Elroy Jetson...
- Okay. Hand it back. - Okay.
- Nimbus doesn't live here. - You could have fooled me.
Oh, excuse me. I was looking for Nimbus the Great.
We've conquered space, but we still haven't learned to prevent the common cold.
Yeah? Well, I ain't gonna be the sixth Nimbus.
- Now, where is your little boy? - I'll get him.
And now Moonies presents...
But now I gotta get back to Planet X.
I'm the fifth Nimbus on the program in the last two years.
- Too late. The contest is over. - I know that.
What, what, what?
And thanks, paI.
The evil space pirates from the Green Planet...