In the 2600s, New Yorkers elected a supervillain governor, and he stole most of the world's monuments.

Space: it seems to go on and on forever. But then you get to the end and the gorilla starts throwing barrels at you

There's only three real monsters, kid: Dracula, Blacula, and Son of Kong. Now quit picking your nose and knead that dough!

ROBO-PUPPY MISTREATMENT ALERT, ROBO-PUPPY MISTREATMENT ALERT

That dance wasn't as safe as they said it was.

Here's your package, Mr. Horrible Gelatinous Blob!

Fry, wake up, it's me. Big face.

Mom, love, and screen door are registered trademarks of MomCorp.

Also: If anyone needs me, I'll be in the angry dome!

Fry will be nice and cozy in the year 2000
How do you know he went to the year 2000?
That's where he always goes.

Let me show you the Hall of Screaming Skulls.

Impressive. They're busting mad rhymes with an 80% success rate. I believe that qualifies as ill. At least from a technical standpoint.

Losers don't use drugs. Except drug man, I guess.

And then…honk, honk….the car honked it's own horn

Like anyone on Earth cares!

Thank you for saving my stupidly dressed husband!