There are billions of stars, millions of planets, but there is only one man, Terrance McDoogal. Welcome to LIU Atlas.
LIU Atlas - Bulla Bulla
The Ludgonian Industrial Union's galaxy contains billions of stars and billions of planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU Galaxy, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds.
Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.
Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.
Doog: “Welcome to another episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, the crew and I are visiting the small planet of Bulla Bulla. We’re actually here to conduct some business with one of the show’s producers, but we’re going to try to make an episode here too. We’re efficient like that. Also, poor. Desperately poor. We need to make episodes anytime we can.”
Doog: “Alright, the crew and I have been dropped off in the planet’s capital and largest city. I’m sure it has a name, but I don’t know it.”
Oldie: “This is Paomo, I believe.”
Mike: “You are correct. Paomo is the capital and economic center of Bulla Bulla. About three million citizens live here, mostly off-worlders. The native Bullans only constitute about five percent of the city’s population.”
Doog: “Aren’t you just full of facts.”
Oldie: “This is Paomo, I believe.”
Mike: “You are correct. Paomo is the capital and economic center of Bulla Bulla. About three million citizens live here, mostly off-worlders. The native Bullans only constitute about five percent of the city’s population.”
Doog: “Aren’t you just full of facts.”
Mike: “A thirty second online search told me that. I like to know things about the places I visit.”
Doog: “Not all of us have time for all your fancy research.”
Mike: “You don’t have thirty seconds to spare? Earlier today, I watched you waste six hours trying to balance your microphone on your nose.”
Doog: “Trying to set a galactic record is not a waste of time.”
Cam: “Well…considering you never kept it going more than thirty seconds, it might have been a waste.”
Doog: “Stop stepping on my dreams, Cam.”
Doog: “Not all of us have time for all your fancy research.”
Mike: “You don’t have thirty seconds to spare? Earlier today, I watched you waste six hours trying to balance your microphone on your nose.”
Doog: “Trying to set a galactic record is not a waste of time.”
Cam: “Well…considering you never kept it going more than thirty seconds, it might have been a waste.”
Doog: “Stop stepping on my dreams, Cam.”
Doog: “Well, did your extensive research turn up anything else show-worthy?”
Mike: “I wouldn’t consider a thirty second search, extensive, but I did learn that Bulla Bulla’s chief export is Bulla Berries. They’re the little blue plants you see all around.”
Doog: “Urban farming?”
Mike: “Apparently. It did say Bulla Berries are primarily grown within Paomo.”
Doog: “Well, there we go. Episode is a wrap. We’re on a planet. This planet has a city. This city has urban blueberries.”
Mike: “I wouldn’t consider a thirty second search, extensive, but I did learn that Bulla Bulla’s chief export is Bulla Berries. They’re the little blue plants you see all around.”
Doog: “Urban farming?”
Mike: “Apparently. It did say Bulla Berries are primarily grown within Paomo.”
Doog: “Well, there we go. Episode is a wrap. We’re on a planet. This planet has a city. This city has urban blueberries.”
Oldie: “I think we’re going to need more than that to consider this an episode.”
Doog: “You and your lofty standards.”
Oldie: “I don’t think it’s too much to ask to spend more than five minutes exploring a place before calling it a show. LIU Atlas is supposed to be educational.”
Doog: “Yeah, yeah. Improving astronomy grades across the galaxy.”
Oldie: “Besides, I think this episode is going to have a surprise ending.”
Doog: “You and your lofty standards.”
Oldie: “I don’t think it’s too much to ask to spend more than five minutes exploring a place before calling it a show. LIU Atlas is supposed to be educational.”
Doog: “Yeah, yeah. Improving astronomy grades across the galaxy.”
Oldie: “Besides, I think this episode is going to have a surprise ending.”
Doog: “What’s that supposed to mean? What aren’t you telling us?”
Mike: “Nobody likes your surprises, Oldie. Remember that surprise vacation you took us on?”
Doog: “Ugh, the old folks' planet. Worst surprise ever.”
Cam: “Don’t forget that surprise he threw at us between Seasons 4 and 5.”
Doog: “Which part? The no break between seasons? Or the extragalactic trip in cargo-class?”
Oldie: “Quit whining, we’re going to miss the train.”
Mike: “Nobody likes your surprises, Oldie. Remember that surprise vacation you took us on?”
Doog: “Ugh, the old folks' planet. Worst surprise ever.”
Cam: “Don’t forget that surprise he threw at us between Seasons 4 and 5.”
Doog: “Which part? The no break between seasons? Or the extragalactic trip in cargo-class?”
Oldie: “Quit whining, we’re going to miss the train.”
Mike: “We’re meeting the producers, right? Meeting them in a good way or bad way?
Oldie: “Good, mostly…I think.”
Doog: “Mostly good. Consider my confidence inspired.”
Oldie: “Can we quit with the questions? We have more pressing issues.”
Mike: “What’s more pressing than our future?”
Oldie: “I may have forgotten where we’re going.”
Oldie: “Good, mostly…I think.”
Doog: “Mostly good. Consider my confidence inspired.”
Oldie: “Can we quit with the questions? We have more pressing issues.”
Mike: “What’s more pressing than our future?”
Oldie: “I may have forgotten where we’re going.”
Doog: “It’s the dementia. We knew this day was coming.”
Oldie: “No! It’s nothing like that. I just forgot the name of the place we’re meeting the producers…and how to get there.”
Mike: “Did we just take a train to a random place?”
Oldie: “No, I remember this part. I know we were supposed to get off at this stop. We should be in the uptown food district. It gets a little foggy after that.”
Mike: “Sooo…what do we do now? Just randomly ask people if they’re our show’s producer?”
Doog: “There’s only like a million people around here. We’ll definitely find them by season twelve.”
Mike: “You have to remember more, Oldie.”
Oldie: “I’m trying. I’m trying. I know we’re looking for a spaceport. Let’s just find a nearby spaceport.”
Oldie: “No! It’s nothing like that. I just forgot the name of the place we’re meeting the producers…and how to get there.”
Mike: “Did we just take a train to a random place?”
Oldie: “No, I remember this part. I know we were supposed to get off at this stop. We should be in the uptown food district. It gets a little foggy after that.”
Mike: “Sooo…what do we do now? Just randomly ask people if they’re our show’s producer?”
Doog: “There’s only like a million people around here. We’ll definitely find them by season twelve.”
Mike: “You have to remember more, Oldie.”
Oldie: “I’m trying. I’m trying. I know we’re looking for a spaceport. Let’s just find a nearby spaceport.”
Doog: “This is the third spaceport we’ve been to. This better be right. If I have to walk another step…”
Oldie: “I don’t know. It looks too little.”
Doog: “You have failed me for the last time, Oldie. I’m laying down.”
Mike: “Why are we looking for a spaceport anyway?”
Cam: “Because that’s where the producers are, duh.”
Mike: “Duh, I know that. Why are we meeting them there and not a restaurant or office building?”
Doog: “Does it even matter? We’re never going to find them. There are hundreds of little spaceports in this town. Presumably to ship out all this urban produce.”
Oldie: “I don’t know. It looks too little.”
Doog: “You have failed me for the last time, Oldie. I’m laying down.”
Mike: “Why are we looking for a spaceport anyway?”
Cam: “Because that’s where the producers are, duh.”
Mike: “Duh, I know that. Why are we meeting them there and not a restaurant or office building?”
Doog: “Does it even matter? We’re never going to find them. There are hundreds of little spaceports in this town. Presumably to ship out all this urban produce.”
Cam: “We should probably check this place while we’re here. I know Oldie said it’s too small, but he can’t even remember where we’re going. It’s kind of hard to say if he even remembers what size it’s supposed to be.”
Oldie: “I can’t argue with that.”
Oldie: “I can’t argue with that.”
Doog: “If these guys are our producers, we’re in worse shape than I thought.”
Oldie: “Uh, hey there. Are you expecting us?”
Alien: “Anotitarisira kuita chii? Ndiwe ani?”
Guy: “He wants to know who you are? Why should he expect you?”
Cam: “Does LIU Atlas mean anything to you?”
Guy: “Not really. Is it some kind of map collection?”
Doog: “Well, this isn’t it.”
Alien: “Nguva ndiyo mari. Ibva pano. Hatitengesi mamotokari.”
Guy: “I’m in agreeance with my partner, here. We don’t have time for this. We don’t deal in maps. We do have some hovercar parts. We’re running a sale on all new parts. And by new…I mean…”
Oldie: “Uh, hey there. Are you expecting us?”
Alien: “Anotitarisira kuita chii? Ndiwe ani?”
Guy: “He wants to know who you are? Why should he expect you?”
Cam: “Does LIU Atlas mean anything to you?”
Guy: “Not really. Is it some kind of map collection?”
Doog: “Well, this isn’t it.”
Alien: “Nguva ndiyo mari. Ibva pano. Hatitengesi mamotokari.”
Guy: “I’m in agreeance with my partner, here. We don’t have time for this. We don’t deal in maps. We do have some hovercar parts. We’re running a sale on all new parts. And by new…I mean…”
Oldie: “Wait! I remember! Sale and new! Newsale! We’re looking for Newsale Spaceport.”
Guy: “Oh, you guys are into the fancy stuff, huh? Newsale is a few blocks north of here. There are signs everywhere. Just follow them.”
Mike: “None of us read Presciant.”
Guy: “So.”
Mike: “Well, all the signs are written in Presciant. They’re useless to us.”
Guy: “So, learn Presciant then. How is this my problem?”
Alien: “Mushanyi!”
Guy: “Exactly.”
Oldie: “Well, at least we know where we’re going now. That’s start. A few blocks south, was it?”
Crew: “North!”
Guy: “Oh, you guys are into the fancy stuff, huh? Newsale is a few blocks north of here. There are signs everywhere. Just follow them.”
Mike: “None of us read Presciant.”
Guy: “So.”
Mike: “Well, all the signs are written in Presciant. They’re useless to us.”
Guy: “So, learn Presciant then. How is this my problem?”
Alien: “Mushanyi!”
Guy: “Exactly.”
Oldie: “Well, at least we know where we’re going now. That’s start. A few blocks south, was it?”
Crew: “North!”
Mike: “Oh, thank the Emperor. This is it. Newsale Spaceport.”
Doog: “That was exhausting. I can’t feel my legs.”
Cam: “Annoying, yes. Exhausting, no. We walked around a city for like an hour. You’re just out of shape.”
Doog: “Your insults have inspired me to exercise more…said no one ever.”
Oldie: “Alright, enough with the banter. Be on your best behavior. Time to meet the producers.”
Doog: “That was exhausting. I can’t feel my legs.”
Cam: “Annoying, yes. Exhausting, no. We walked around a city for like an hour. You’re just out of shape.”
Doog: “Your insults have inspired me to exercise more…said no one ever.”
Oldie: “Alright, enough with the banter. Be on your best behavior. Time to meet the producers.”
Mike: “What’s with the creepy smile, Oldie? Are you trying to impress the producers?”
Doog: “He probably forgot why we’re here again. He sees that pizza sign and thinks it a real pizza slice.”
Oldie: “Nope. I just see the future.”
Doog: “He probably forgot why we’re here again. He sees that pizza sign and thinks it a real pizza slice.”
Oldie: “Nope. I just see the future.”
Cam: “See the future? Maybe Doog was on to something. Oldie might be slipping. We might want to get him checked out.”
Doog: “Wait, there’s no rush. Let’s at least test out his new future-seeing abilities. Oldie, if you’re still in there, what’s next week’s lottery numbers.”
Oldie: “You guys seriously don’t see it yet?”
Doog: “No, we have our minds. We need you to get the lotto numbers.”
Oldie: “I was going to wait for the producers, but this is too good. May I present…”
Doog: “Wait, there’s no rush. Let’s at least test out his new future-seeing abilities. Oldie, if you’re still in there, what’s next week’s lottery numbers.”
Oldie: “You guys seriously don’t see it yet?”
Doog: “No, we have our minds. We need you to get the lotto numbers.”
Oldie: “I was going to wait for the producers, but this is too good. May I present…”
Oldie: “…our new ship, the Magellan Mark II.”
Doog: “What! How is this possible!?”
Oldie: “Ha! You like it, huh? Old, ‘dementia-ridden’ me did something good for once, didn’t I?”
Doog: “If this is real, then, yes, you’ve redeemed yourself.”
Mike: “This is amazing, Oldie. It looks like a new and improved version of the old Magellan.”
Oldie: “Yep. This bad boy is also a converted Jaculan-Class Cargo Ship. It’s a newer model, of course. It has several notable upgrades from our old ship: dual cockpit, airlock, two decks, and get this…five beds!”
Doog: “Five!”
Cam: “No more sleeping on the floor…Do I have tears in my eyes?”
Mike: “This is the best day ever…but how did you manage this?”
Doog: “What! How is this possible!?”
Oldie: “Ha! You like it, huh? Old, ‘dementia-ridden’ me did something good for once, didn’t I?”
Doog: “If this is real, then, yes, you’ve redeemed yourself.”
Mike: “This is amazing, Oldie. It looks like a new and improved version of the old Magellan.”
Oldie: “Yep. This bad boy is also a converted Jaculan-Class Cargo Ship. It’s a newer model, of course. It has several notable upgrades from our old ship: dual cockpit, airlock, two decks, and get this…five beds!”
Doog: “Five!”
Cam: “No more sleeping on the floor…Do I have tears in my eyes?”
Mike: “This is the best day ever…but how did you manage this?”
Oldie: “It wasn’t too tough. I mean, I had to give into a few demands. Nothing too crazy.”
Cam: “Happy tears becoming sad tears. Oldie made a deal…”
Oldie: “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to bad. They’re not touching our salary. In fact, we should make more without the maintenance costs of the old ship.”
Doog: “Let me guess. We’re now running a ship-based bed and breakfast between episodes. The five beds are not for us. We must sleep in a closet.”
Mike: “No, I got a better one. We transport plague victims. We have five beds, but they are hospital beds. Also, we have to give sponge baths between episodes.”
Oldie: “Will you guys have a little faith in me, at least this once? Now, shut up. Here comes the producer.”
Cam: “Happy tears becoming sad tears. Oldie made a deal…”
Oldie: “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to bad. They’re not touching our salary. In fact, we should make more without the maintenance costs of the old ship.”
Doog: “Let me guess. We’re now running a ship-based bed and breakfast between episodes. The five beds are not for us. We must sleep in a closet.”
Mike: “No, I got a better one. We transport plague victims. We have five beds, but they are hospital beds. Also, we have to give sponge baths between episodes.”
Oldie: “Will you guys have a little faith in me, at least this once? Now, shut up. Here comes the producer.”
Oldie: “Hey guys, I’d like you to meet Bulla Bulla’s System Governor, Myrna Moneta, our new executive producer.”
Myrna: “Ah, the crew of LIU Atlas. Well, most of it anyway. Nice to see you in person.”
Doog: “Yeah, great to meet you. Hey, really quick, break down Bulla Bulla for us. We’re trying to make a show while we here. I bet no one can sum it up like the System Governor.”
Oldie: “Doog! Stop! This is our new boss!”
Myrna: “Now, now, Oldie. Settle down. I like efficiency. Let’s see. Bulla Bulla is in the Grex Cluster, a collection of eighteen gravitationally linked stars. Our primary export is Bulla Berries, but most of our economy revolves around trade. Bulla Bulla is the trade capital of the cluster due to its position relative to the Cibus Hyperspace Route.”
Doog: “Well folks, you heard it from the Governor herself. That’s Bulla Bulla. See ya!”
Myrna: “If you’re finished, we have some business to discuss. I have some demands before you get your new ship.”
Doog: “We’re up for anything reasonable.”
Myrna: “Well, firstly, I’m going to need a few more quality seasons. We’re edging closer to two hundred episodes, almost enough to qualify for syndication. Even with your moderate viewership, syndication of LIU Atlas will make me millions.”
Doog: “You’re guaranteeing our show more seasons? I think I speak for the crew, when I say, heck yeah.”
Myrna: “Good. My next demand might not go over as easy. Amaya, come here.”
Myrna: “Ah, the crew of LIU Atlas. Well, most of it anyway. Nice to see you in person.”
Doog: “Yeah, great to meet you. Hey, really quick, break down Bulla Bulla for us. We’re trying to make a show while we here. I bet no one can sum it up like the System Governor.”
Oldie: “Doog! Stop! This is our new boss!”
Myrna: “Now, now, Oldie. Settle down. I like efficiency. Let’s see. Bulla Bulla is in the Grex Cluster, a collection of eighteen gravitationally linked stars. Our primary export is Bulla Berries, but most of our economy revolves around trade. Bulla Bulla is the trade capital of the cluster due to its position relative to the Cibus Hyperspace Route.”
Doog: “Well folks, you heard it from the Governor herself. That’s Bulla Bulla. See ya!”
Myrna: “If you’re finished, we have some business to discuss. I have some demands before you get your new ship.”
Doog: “We’re up for anything reasonable.”
Myrna: “Well, firstly, I’m going to need a few more quality seasons. We’re edging closer to two hundred episodes, almost enough to qualify for syndication. Even with your moderate viewership, syndication of LIU Atlas will make me millions.”
Doog: “You’re guaranteeing our show more seasons? I think I speak for the crew, when I say, heck yeah.”
Myrna: “Good. My next demand might not go over as easy. Amaya, come here.”
Myrna: “This is my granddaughter, Amaya Moneta. She’ll be joining your crew as Associate Producer. She will be overseeing my interests.”
Amaya: “Hey guys!”
Doog: “Whoa, whoa. We kind of have this rule where everyone on the crew has a moustache. I don’t think Amaya qualifies.”
Amaya: “Hugo doesn’t have a moustache.”
Doog: “Doesn’t he? I don’t remember.”
Amaya: “Look, I understand your reluctance. You guys have your little boys club. I have a lot to offer though. I’m an elite citizen, so I have connections. I grew up here, so I speak and read Presciant. I know that’s something your crew lacks. Also, I’m the only way you get this new ship.”
Doog: “I’m fine with it, now that the mustache rule is a hoax.”
Cam: “Yeah, some fresh blood wouldn’t hurt.”
Mike: “This is just semantics. It’s not like we can say no. Welcome to the crew!”
Amaya: “Thanks.”
Myrna: “Very well. The ship is yours, but nothing better happen to my granddaughter.”
Oldie: “We promise she’ll be fine. She’s in good hands.”
Amaya: “Hey guys!”
Doog: “Whoa, whoa. We kind of have this rule where everyone on the crew has a moustache. I don’t think Amaya qualifies.”
Amaya: “Hugo doesn’t have a moustache.”
Doog: “Doesn’t he? I don’t remember.”
Amaya: “Look, I understand your reluctance. You guys have your little boys club. I have a lot to offer though. I’m an elite citizen, so I have connections. I grew up here, so I speak and read Presciant. I know that’s something your crew lacks. Also, I’m the only way you get this new ship.”
Doog: “I’m fine with it, now that the mustache rule is a hoax.”
Cam: “Yeah, some fresh blood wouldn’t hurt.”
Mike: “This is just semantics. It’s not like we can say no. Welcome to the crew!”
Amaya: “Thanks.”
Myrna: “Very well. The ship is yours, but nothing better happen to my granddaughter.”
Oldie: “We promise she’ll be fine. She’s in good hands.”
Amaya: “Here comes Hugo and Timbo with some of the gear. I’ll send a moving crew to get the rest of our stuff. Come on! Let’s check out our new ship.”
Doog: “One thing first, moustache check for Hugo.”
Hugo: “I don’t have a moustache, Doog.”
Doog: “You sure don’t. Hmm, you learn something new every day.”
Note: The Moneta family controls several interests within the Grex Cluster. Their primary source of income comes from Bulla Shipping, a billion-credit company that exports the commodities of the cluster to the rest of the galaxy. They also have control full control of the production of LIU Atlas now.
Doog: “One thing first, moustache check for Hugo.”
Hugo: “I don’t have a moustache, Doog.”
Doog: “You sure don’t. Hmm, you learn something new every day.”
Note: The Moneta family controls several interests within the Grex Cluster. Their primary source of income comes from Bulla Shipping, a billion-credit company that exports the commodities of the cluster to the rest of the galaxy. They also have control full control of the production of LIU Atlas now.
