Lazlo: (Victory pose) Now that’s the way to do it!
Popo: (Bard jam) Could not agree with you more, little buddy.
Lazlo: (Villain face) A few modifications to the ending would have made it perfect.
Popo (cackling): Lazlo, how many times…the invaders aren’t supposed to win.
Partijama: I don’t think that seeing their home planet taken over, and their race annihilated, would have had quite the same feel good effect, Lord Lazlo.
Lazlo: A situation easily remedied with a Zortan mind-control device. The Bombastykans would think they were living in paradise, and I…I mean, some brilliant, altruistic entity (eyes gleam, fists clenched) would achieve peace between the aliens and the Bombastykans and establish the greatest kingdom ever seen. (Leaps up with hands aloft) YESSS!
Popo: I, uh, think I’ll stick with the current premise.
Partijama: That would probably be for the best; not that your version isn’t interesting, Lord Lazlo.
Lazlo: Hmph…(dismiss wave) suit yourselves.
Popo: But was that fun, or was that fun, huh?
Lazlo: Well, with so many choices, let me think.
Partijama: What an opening. The shadow sliding across the moon to the tune of rumbling.
Popo: And just the build-up from there, the action got underway instantly and just kept going from there. I love it.
Lazlo: Unfortunately for them they missed a glaring clue to the identity of the invaders. The make of the ship was clearly Noosprian, and anyone who’s ever been to the Zym galaxy knows that Noosprians do not negotiate. Silly Bombastykans. HAHAHA…
Popo: You’re feeling the euphoria today, eh, my little amigo?
Lazlo: Wha…who do you think you’re calling an Ameegoa, peasant? I am Lord Lazlo, noble of-
Popo: What did you think of this splendid tale, Partijama? And, by the way, your selection was excellent as always.
Partijama: Thank you, Razz. I really enjoyed it. It was wonderfully paced, especially the parts leading up to the invaders revealing their true intentions.
Popo: I was bursting with anticipation, waiting to see what was going to happen. I liked how they showed the smaller ships detaching from the main one.
Partijama: And the way they entered Bombastyk’s atmosphere surrounded by blazing clouds…(gasp) brilliant.
Popo: I’m sure you could make an entry that would be just as spectacular.
Partijama: I suppose I could, Razz. I much prefer to enter unseen, though my reasons for venturing there are far less malign.
Lazlo: I can assist you in that department, Partijama.
Popo: And what about the heroes of this wonderful film, how entertaining were they? I enjoyed their spirit and humour in the face of utter ruin.
Lazlo: I liked the man who was always intoxicated. (Lord laugh) That scene when he fumigates the wrong field…
Partijama: Oh, he was wonderful. I could’ve watched a movie just about him.
Popo: (Holding ribs) Oh, my insides…oh he was a funny one.
Lazlo: Who’d have thought he’d turn out to be so valiant.
Partijama: And what he help overcome the invaders…(sighs)
Popo: You said it, buddy; that part really got me.
Partijama: There might’ve been a tear in your eye then, Razz.
Popo: Ah, good times. What did you think about the way they foiled the bad guys’ plan, then, Lazlo?
Lazlo: Unexpected, and rather pleasing. Against the Noosprians a Cyrellian Var-Z smasher would’ve been a better bet.
Popo: Woohoo, yessir, that would have done the job all right.
Partijama: That would have required the most consummate skill. One error in aim, or a misfire, and…
Popo: BOOM!! Pack your bags…everybody. Well, the ones that survived anyway, which wouldn’t have been much.
Lazlo: (Smug face) A small price to pay for victory. Say, Partijama, would you consider a partnership-
Partijama: No, Lord Lazlo, but thank you for offering.
Lazlo: (Folds arms, pouts) Hmph. Amateurs.
Popo: Ah, I love the feeling after you watch a film with scenes of pure awesomeness, don’t you, guys? It’s like…bliss.
Partijama: I liked the part when the space-ships first break the atmosphere and everyone’s in a panic, and the officer turns his horse around and begins to race away, hehehee.
Popo: Ohhh, that was hilarious. He wasn’t trying to help anyone, that guy.
Lazlo: And that part when the Bombastykans were celebrating on the building top.
Popo: And then the ship opened up…
Lazlo: And even those in the streets stopped to stare, mesmerised…
Popo: I approve of that word, Lazlo. I also approve of your use of gestures.
Partijama: That was an incredible scene; the energy bolt, the building…
Popo: Spine-tingling stuff. And the part with the dog, Boomer.
Partijama: He was cute. And so cheerful even when he was leaping out of the path of destruction.
Popo: Yeah, that pooch had the right attitude all right.
Lazlo: The scene when the plane carrying the president was flying just ahead of the explosion was splendid as well.
Popo: I spilled my pop-corn.
Lazlo: From your mouth no less…barbarian.
Partijama: I felt bad for the poor scientist who was used as a puppet by the alien.
Popo: Me too, I really liked that guy.
Lazlo: Yes, he was funny.
Popo: See, Lazlo, my ol’ pal, great minds do think alike.
Lazlo: Don’t push it, bard.
Popo: Hey, you know what part I really enjoyed too? When Captain Hillard was being chased by the bad guy. Boy, that Hillard sure can fly a plane.
Lazlo: He let the invader know how he felt about nearly being killed too. I enjoyed that. Take that bad guy – WHAMMO!
Partijama: The fights and chases were all very enjoyable.
Lazlo: Did that last chase aboard the alien command craft bring back memories of your recent trip to Astania, Popo?
Popo: (Snickering) It did. I think my brilliance was too much for those unfortunate residents.
Lazlo: Oh yes, even the pets were overwhelmed by your, uh, your…brilliance.
Partijama: They actually pelted you with fruits on that occasion, Razz.
Popo: I was quite impressed with their agriculture, and their generosity in offering take-away snacks.
Lazlo: Oh, they weren’t offering, they were insisting.
Partijama: And speaking of snacks. (Trays of Fruitilicious pie rise from the floor)
Lazlo: Now here’s a scene I can really sink my teeth into.
Popo: Partijama, this is the kind of ending that brings a tear to the eye.
Partijama: I believe there’s a word for what you’re both feeling right now, isn’t there?