In the vibrant, chaotic universe of Futurama, the romance between Philip J. Fry, a lovable but immature delivery boy from the 20th century, and Turanga Leela, a strong-willed, one-eyed mutant, stands as one of the most enduring and heartfelt narratives in animated television. Spanning the original series, movies, and Hulu Read more…
The episode opens on a moonless night outside the Famous Original Ray’s Superior Court, where Bender, masked and moving on comically nested tiptoe-feet, scales the building with his extend-o-arm to steal the Hyperchicken’s pocket watch, only to be blinded by an impossibly bright point of light that suddenly hangs in Read more…
The episode opens in the dim glow of the Robot Arms apartment where Fry and Leela are making out on the couch, literally on top of a very annoyed Bender who finally snaps and turns on the Hypnotoad just to drown them out, only for a tiny red Hypnotoad in Read more…
In the vibrant, cluttered chaos of future New New York, a brilliant meteorite tears through the night sky one evening, crashing directly into the modest apartment of the Johnson family and igniting small fires amid their belongings while embedding itself deeply in a decorative wall sign, all while upstairs in Read more…
A collapsing magnetar exhales lavender across the void while, far below in the crooked green tower of Planet Express, the Smelloscope twitches and locks on, sending the professor into a sneezing fit after Zoidberg’s enthusiastic dust-bath in vacuum-bag filth clogs the air; sinuses inflamed beyond endurance, the old man invents Read more…
The episode begins with a frantic title card flashing across the screen: “Evacuate Earth N̶O̶W̶!̶ After the Show.” We drift into Amy and Kif’s warmly lit dining room. A giant salmon lies on the table like a pink canoe. Kif, wearing a ridiculous sushi-chef outfit, beams with pride. Across from Read more…
The morning after another near-apocalyptic Christmas, the Planet Express building stood scorched and half-collapsed under a sky still littered with Robot Santa’s missile casings. Inside, the crew swept up ornaments that had turned out to be bombs and tried not to look too closely at the candy cane protruding from Read more…
The year 3025 began with a heat so oppressive that the Planet Express building itself seemed to sweat; the roof peeled back like the lid of a sardine tin, the conference room became a tanning salon, and the entire crew (save the Professor) stripped to swimsuits while Hermes reluctantly revealed Read more…
In the flickering, slightly greasy glow of a thirty-first-century evening inside the perpetually overdue-rent Robot Arms Apartment, Philip J. Fry and Turanga Leela sat fused to the couch like two limp noodles, eyes wide and glassy, brains gently liquefying under the relentless, croaking spell of Everybody Loves Hypnotoad, while outside Read more…
The Professor’s Fast-Fashion Apocalypse The Planet Express building spins like a carnival ride. Inside the lounge, the crew tumbles while the television flickers with soap-opera betrayal. Outside, the structure grinds to a halt, its antenna now threaded with a colossal needle and spool. The Professor unveils his recycling-contest entry: a Read more…