March 2 4th.
Little did l know that nothing on Earth would ever be the same.
Sorry. Fogus Punch, eminent astronomer and inventor.
That morning, after a hectic night charting the Orion Nebula...
...the sun rose in its usual irritating way to interrupt my work.
l had barely fallen asleep when suddenly....
What in the galaxy was going on?
l leapt from bed with my customary enthusiasm.
Thanks to my revolutionary telescope, every movement in the universe...
...is automatically recorded and filed in my data banks.
l had always dreamed one day l would make a great discovery.
But nothing had prepared me for what l would discover...
...at 6:34 GMT.
My dream was coming true.
My mission is to track the creatures from the sun...
...and find out what lies behind this strange solar wind.
My sensors lead me to the den of a serious competitive athlete.
Here he is.
On second thought, make that a serious La-Z-Boy athlete.
No sign of the creature yet.
But my sensors indicate he's here somewhere.
The creature has taken over the broadcast.
Now, what can he want with this ridiculous specimen?
Now look what you've done.
This is degenerating into a cartoon.
Wait a second. Where are we?
So to resume, the creature has dragged a human being...
...through the TV and into a live cartoon strip...
...where one of the characters burns without lighting the paper on fire.
Since no one is going to believe me, l'll just shut up and get into shape.
Fifty-seven, 58....
Two hundred and fifty-eight, 259....
A left jab. Combo. Oh, yeah.
The judges seem to be split.
l hate to interrupt...
...but you're not setting a very good example for the athletes.
These judges are a bunch of clowns.
l did say ''clowns, '' but it's just a figure of speech, you know.
Now, these rings ring a bell.
Yeah.
Looks like it's time for the closing ceremony.
Hey, no playing with the medals.
Now what's going on?
Of course. They forgot to raise the flags.
Home again, safe and sound.
Or maybe not.
You want some more?