This is a commentary on Trouble on Planet Wait-Your-Turn, with the whole penguins crew with Ron Smith.
Transcript
Smith: Hi, this is Ron Smith. I'm the director of 3-2-1 Penguins! And I'm here with the whole penguins crew.
Zidgel: Starting with Zidgel, of course. It's captain. Hello out there, one of my fans! Uh, where are the cameras? Aren't my fans going to able to see me?
Smith: No, they're going to watch the episode while we talk about it.
Zidgel: I think that will disappoint a lot of people out there, but it's probably best since it looks like Midgel just pulled out of bed.
Midgel: I've been up for hours. I guess I had been preening myself all morning. I've been working on getting some more power from the main thrusters on the ship. A ship's mechanic's job is never done.
Fidgel: Fidgel here, ship's scientist. Thanks for watching, everyone. My! The scenery is lovely, isn't it? Nothing like a nice scenic drive.
Smith: Kevin?
Kevin: What?
Smith: Aren't you going to say hello, Kevin?
Kevin: Oh, of course. Hello, Kevin!
Zidgel: You know, Ron, these shows need a little something. I'm thinking a big action sequence at the beginning starring, well, me of course. Doing daring stuff, lots of big close-ups, of me. Gotta give the fans what they want.
Smith: This is an ensemble cast, there really isn't a star.
Zidgel: I think my fan mail would say otherwise.
Smith: Everybody's fan mail comes to me first and we've gotten exactly two letters from your fans. By the way, your mother and hair-dresser both say hello.
Midgel: Hey, what kind of--what kind of car is that? Look at that.
Smith: I believe it's a 97 Generica.
Kevin: Pretty cool.
Fidgel: Oh!
Midgel: Ouch.
Fidgel: What sort of strange custom is that?
Smith: It's an expression of affection.
Midgel: Looks like something I learned in self-defense class back at the Academy.
Zidgel: Yes, I remember, the Orcan-Jell Twist.
Zidgel: I thought I was the cute one.
Kevin: I wonder where they're going.
Smith: I believe they said it was a family obligation.
Fidgel: Well, at least the children get to spend summer holiday with that charming woman!
Midgel: Ugh, he should get his emissions checked.
Midgel: Uh, they're back.
Zidgel: I-I I can't see anybody here. Oh.
Zidgel: What is that?
Kevin: I think it's one of those.
Zidgel: Looks like a Fill-Go Predicter.
Midgel: He's got that right.
Midgel: That too.
Kevin: Oh dear!
Fidgel: Gracious, that looks painful.
Zidgel: Looks like an episode of the W.W.F.
Kevin: What? What's happened to her hands?
Fidgel: Hmm, she must have gotten them stuck in the trans-species distal-regenerator.
Kevin: What's folly?
Midgel: Those clothes she's got on.
Zidgel: You know, that's what we wound up learning at the end. Oh, yeah.
Midgel: (imitates video game's music for a few seconds) I wonder if, uh, he remembered to conne--oh. It's dark, right?
Fidgel: Pie, a filled pastry, equal to 3.14. How do you determine the area of that tin plate? You have to use Pi! (laughs)
Zidgel: (laughs).
Midgel: Bangers and mash? Aren't they the bulks who run that driving instruction place?
Kevin: Yeah, they're right next to bubble and squeak, my tummy doctors.
Zidgel: Also a nickname you don't want to try more than once.
Fidgel: That was a difficult year for you at the Academy, wasn't it?
Zidgel: (sniffs) Yeah.
Midgel: Ugh.
Kevin: Mmm, kidney pie.
Fidgel: Nothing like a
Kevin: Even better than a hot stack of pancreas.
Kevin: I expect that would take a while too.
Fidgel: There we are!
Zidgel: That was the first contact we've had since we landed on that shelf.
Midgel: We're naked.
Zidgel: I thought it was a little drafty.
Kevin: Those were those new uniforms we got from the emperor. The ones he wore going down the street that one time.
Zidgel: We seem to be missing our arms.
Kevin: (hums) She'd be sorry looking into that vacuum nozzle.
Midgel: Nobody says a word.
Zidgel: Yes, Midgel, just where did you get that nice dress?
Fidgel: Smashing.
Midgel: I have some range.
Smith: We tried everything to get that to stick. On glue.
Fidgel: Bubblegum.
Zidgel: Suction cups.
Kevin: Did she just say--?
Fidgel: Uh, um, it means "yes, yes" in French, Kevin.
Zidgel: He's defying the law of gravity!
Kevin: Must be those shoes.
Kevin: Oh my--!
Fidgel: Oh my nerve!
Zidgel: Flapping flying fish!
Kevin: That was close.
Smith: That was actually a 3-D computer generated effect. Uh, Michelle was never in any danger.
Fidgel: Ah, glad to hear that!
Midgel: That takes some of the magic from that quite a bit.
Smith: That's Hollywood for you.
Zidgel: Yeah, I was just going to say, that looks like the kind of stairs you have to pull shut from the--hey, wait a minute.
Kevin: I think someone left a lamp on in that box.
Midgel: Captain Manolo, Bonsai Master. We shall never forget you.
Fidgel: He was quite a man.
Zidgel: Absolutely.
Midgel: He has used his last tri... tra.
Fidgel: Traclone-atholene?
Midgel: Yes, one of those torpedoes. He'd used the last one against the Catzune battle fleet of Atlantive on 12.
Fidgel: Look at that handsome man.
Fidgel: He's the one we were reassigned to after the Academy brought us here.
Zidgel: Ahhh-ohhh.
Zidgel: Oh, here they go again.
Midgel: Yep.
Midgel: It's trouble.
Midgel: That looks so clean and new compared to everything else in the attic.
Kevin: Well, there was a sheet on top.
Midgel: It's covered, right.
Fidgel: Oh dear, treating delicate science equipment in that manner.
Smith: It's actually made out of carpeting tubes.
Fidgel: Now really, that wasn't very nice.
Midgel: Not at all.
Kevin: Quite rude.
Fidgel: What is it? What is it?
Midgel: Ugh, she's pushing it.
Zidgel: Telescope hog.
Midgel: I still say I've lost weight since those were made.
Kevin: You are looking much fitter.
Midgel: Thank you.
Kevin: Much more fit.
Zidgel: (straining) I remember that! Oh, that was a tight squeeze!
Kevin: I just had that broccoli soup.
Fidgel: Yes, we all remember.
Midgel: Yeh.
Smith: You know, uh, Jason had to keep eating popsicles to soothe his throat from all that yelling. Um, so I think he just finished the grape one.
Midgel: Those engines flood easily after a free fall like that. Plus, it's hard to control the ship once it starts floundering. They don't just fly themselves, you know.
Midgel: What did I just say?
Fidgel: A periodic table.
Zidgel: I'm quite fond of occasional furniture.
Zidgel: Here's my big moment.
Kevin: But you're only three inches tall.
Fidgel: That's a very flattering shot of you, Zidgel.
Zidgel: Having the right visuals support is the key to a successful presentation.
Zidgel: (laughs nervously)
Kevin: I don't get that.
Fidgel: I always have that thing set too high.
Kevin: Did we ever sort out which one it was?
Smith: Yes, we did.
Kevin: I thought so.
Midgel: Next episode.
Zidgel: Jason sure was a good sport about that, wasn't he?
Midgel: I'm telling you, that's what jinxed the landing.
Zidgel: What's that supposed to mean?
Midgel: That's what jinxed the landing.
Kevin: Maybe I should have let him try that on his own, first.
Kevin: Technically correct.
Smith: Midgel?
Midgel: Bonsiticus brinoe, from the Third Spiral Arm of the Outer Dishbag Galaxy.
Smith: Those were all those script rewrites.
Zidgel: I love this music.
Fidgel: I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
Smith: Zidgel, didn't you do a series of commercials for that hairspray?
Zidgel: It's the only brand to which I trust my feathers. A Quanucnit for penguins. They got the new maxi-boy formula now.
Midgel: I was gonna say, nice body.
Zidgel: How many takes did we do for that shot?
Kevin: I lost count, its not so bad after the first decimal or so.
Fidgel: Funny thing is that slot isn't a fax machine at all, it's where the ironing board comes out.
Kevin: We were low on spray starch too.
Zidgel: Alright, here we go. (sighs)
Zidgel: That's not true.
Zidgel: That's right.
Zidgel: Now that's acting!
Fidgel: I don't say.
Kevin: And painful.
Midgel: I still say we should have used a model for this.
Fidgel: