[ King Ploobis is chomping on a bone greedily, as his servant Vazh waits in attendance. ]

Ploobis

Mmm, grrmmm. Oh. Yeah. These gligs are really claw-lickin' good. Tell me, Vazh, is there any more extra crispy left?

Vazh

Oh, no.

Ploobis

No?

Vazh

No.

Ploobis

Well, why didn't you prepare more? You know the gligs are my favorite dish.

Vazh

Oh, but Ploobis, there are only a pair of them left. A male and a female.

Ploobis

Whurrrg. But I remember that once the prairies of Gorch used to teem with great flocks of gligs!

Vazh

I know. But we've used them all up. What should we do with the last two? Hors d'oeuvres? Or maybe a hat to go with my gligskin coat?

Ploobis

A coat? Nrrrrhhh! You see, it's people like you that have brought the gligs to the verge of extinction.

Vazh

But, Ploobis... you gave me that coat, remember? On that long weekend...

Ploobis

Ooorg. Yeah. Listen, uh, Vazh -- why don't you just keep that weekend between you and me...

Vazh

Oh. Oh, sure...

[ Ploobis canoodles with Vazh as Queen Peuta enters, shrieking as usual. ]

Peuta

PLOOBIS!

Ploobis

Uhrr! Ruhhr! Yeah! Yes, m'dear!

Peuta

What's going ON out here?

Ploobis

Uh, nothing! Nothing. I was just, uh, I was just giving some advice to the servant here. Uh. Vazh, why don't you go out and, uh, milk the gorkon.

Vazh

Again?

Ploobis

Now, just get on out here... [ Ploobis hustles Vazh out. ]

Peuta

Well, dear. How do you like my new shoes, hanh?

Ploobis

Mmm?

Peuta

And handbag?

Ploobis

Wait a minute! That -- that's made out of gligskin!

Peuta

Uh huh!

Ploobis

Yeah! And those shoes! Why, it must've taken three gligs for those shoes alone!

Peuta

That's right! One for each foot.

[ Peuta exits. ]

Ploobis

Rrrruhhr... Scred! Scred, come in here!

[ Scred enters. ]

Scred

(singing) Don't ask me if I love you, I'd have to tell a lie...

Ploobis

Scred! Com'ere. Listen. It has come to me that there are only two gligs left in all of Gorch.

Scred

Hmmm.

Ploobis

What do we do?

Scred

Hm. How's about we stuff 'em and put 'em in the Gorch museum?

Ploobis

SCRED! [ POW! -- Ploobis cuffs Scred on the head. ]

Scred

I guess not, huh?

Ploobis

No. What we do is... we ask the advice of The Mighty Favog!

[ GONNNNG! ]

Favog

THIS IS THE MIGHTY FAVOG. TALK TA ME.

Ploobis

OH, MIGHTY FAVOG!

Favog

DON'T SHOUT...

Ploobis

Oh, Mighty Favog.

Favog

DAT'S NICE.

Ploobis

I got a problem.

Favog

BUSINESS, SPORTS OR PERSONAL?

Ploobis

Uh... Scred?

Scred

Ecological, oh grand polluter.

Ploobis

It's ecological!

Favog

(sniff) IT'S GONNA COST YA. TWO CHICKENS AND A GLIG.

Ploobis

Pay him, Scred!

Scred

Oh, yeah. Hmm hmm hmm. Two chickens! [ Scred dumps two chickens into the sacrificial well. ] Get in there, ya little guys.

[ The chickens fall in, but there's no splash sound-effect. That's live TV for ya. ]

Ploobis

Mmm hmm. And one glig.

Scred

Oh, we don't have a glig. Let's see. Oh, look!

Ploobis

Ah! There, there!

[ Ploobis and Scred dive for a passing glig. They grab it, and it struggles to get free. ]

Glig

Oh, please! Don't hurt me! Oh, please! Ya got me! Oh, please! HELLLLLLPPPP!

[ Ploobis tosses the screaming glig into the well. It falls with a splash. ]

Favog

EMOTIONAL LITTLE DEVIL. AWRIIIIIGHT. WHAT'S YER PROBLEM?

Ploobis

Well, the problem is this. You see, we only have two gligs.

Scred

Mmm mmm. Sire, sire... [ Scred whispers in Ploobis' ear: ] Wuzza fuzza two gligs wuzza wuzza one glig wuzza Favog.

Ploobis

Mmm? Uhhhh... We only got one glig in all of Gorch. And the problem is... how do we get more gligs?

Favog

YA SHOULDA SAID SOMETHING SOONER. AWRIGHT. TAKE BACK YER GLIG.

[ The glig pops up from the well, gasping for air. ]

Glig

Thank goodness!

Ploobis

Ahh! Come back here, you! 

[ Ploobis grabs the glig, and tosses it into the air. ]

Ploobis

Go forth! Be fruitful, and multiply!

Glig

I'M COMING, BERNICE!!!