Yeah, in Fry and the Slurm Factory and The Sting. Leela saves him both times.
Anyways, I promised a pic...
And why not some story...
The Planet Express ship landed heavily on the planet of Geonsis. It creaks in its landing.
LEELA: [stating the obvious] High gravity.
She pressed a few buttons to release the pressure. She turns to where Fry normally sits, but he isn’t there. Leela looks around the room in pleasant surprise.
She pokes her head in the cabin to see Bender and Fry peacefully sleeping and is jealous; she is tired too. She pokes Fry and knocks loudly on Bender’s head.
FRY: [wincing] Ow! Leela!
FRY clutches his podgy tummy where she had poked him. At the sudden knocking, BENDER jumped and falls from his bunk right on top of FRY.
FRY: Ow my earlobe!
BENDER: Hey we were sleeping!
LEELA: Yeah, we’re here so you can get working. It’s my turn to rest.
FRY: But… Those things are heavy!
LEELA: Use the dolly, and stack one at a time, we don’t want another accident. The gravity’s high and the place to deliver them to be a mile away.
LEELA turns away and misses the expressions of utter dismay.
Groaning and sweating, FRY pushes his heavy dolly up to a warehouse door that had a big number 27 on it. It opens.
FRY: [exhaustedly] Planet Express delivery.
He hands a clipboard to the receiver before sinking to the ground weakly.
COACHIE: I’m not signing this until we get all we ordered. Where’s the rest of the booty?
FRY: We’ll get it. [starts to leave]
BENDER: [arriving] What?! Don’t I get a rest?
COACHIE: No rest until your job is done soldier.
BENDER: [mimicking] No rest until your job is done soldier.
COACHIE pulls out a silver whistle and blows on it. It’s shrill and FRY covers his ears in pain.
COACHIE: Drop and give me twenty!
BENDER: [mimicking] Drop and give me twenty!
FRY: Bender, don’t!
COACHIE: I’ll report to your captain…
BENDER: Leela? She won’t do nuthin.
COACHIE: I’ll report to your boss.
BENDER: The professor? Like he will care.
COACHIE: I’ll, I’ll…
BENDER: Face it chump, Bender’s great and there’s nothing you can do about it.
COACHIE: I’ll shut you off.
BENDER: I’d like to see you t- ah!
COACHIE had produced a weapon that is giant in size and has ‘Bot-terminator’ written on the side. BENDER drops to his knees.
BENDER: Alright! Alright! I’ll do your stupid push-ups.
BENDER quickly does his small task with ease. He jumps up and fearfully runs away with one of the dollys.
FRY: [pushing-up] Wa-wa-one
COACHIE: Put your backbone into it!
SOME TIME LATER: INT PLANET EXPRESS SHIP
FRY walks in with a dolly. BENDER is lying in pieces on the floor.
BENDER: I can’t do this anymore! Look at my arms!
His arms are on the floor trying weakly to move.
BENDER: I was built for bending, not lifting or pushing! You’ll have to do it meat-bag.
FRY: Why should I?
You can hear the clogs turning as BENDER thinks. His antennae slowly retracts into his head and shoots up with a ‘ping’ as he comes to an idea.
BENDER: You like Leela right?
FRY: Well, yeah… But that’s none of your business!
BENDER: Whatever. Anyway, she’ll be really opinionated when she finds out that you haven’t done the delivery.
FRY: [tapping his fingers nervously] Yeah?
BENDER: So I’ll stay here while you deliver the weights, give me $50 and I’ll put in a good word for you; deal?
FRY: I dunno.
BENDER: I’ll make it $100.
BENDER: You won’t regret this, great doing business with you buddy.
FRY picks BENDER’S hand off the ground and shakes it. We see snatches of FRY hurrying back and forth. Soon it is sunset. Finally there is only one weight left. As Fry lifts it onto the dolly, Leela marches in.
Jumping up from his resting place; BENDER joins FRY in pushing the last dolly out. But they are going so slow; LEELA simply walks around them in front of dolly making it impossible for them to move it.
LEELA: Why aren’t you finished?
BENDER: Fry did it! [scampers back into the ship]
FRY: This is the last one!
LEELA: And I’m making sure you don’t dilly-dally.
FRY follows LEELA back through the track. LEELA is going to fast for him and soon she has to stop and wait.
LEELA: [impatiently] Hurry up!
Despite how tired he is, FRY breaks out into a jog. LEELA jogs ahead and comes to COACHIE who is holding a stopwatch.
LEELA: [extending hand in greetings] Turunga Leela, Captian of the Planet Express Ship.
COAHIE: [not looking at her] Hi, nice to meet you.
LEELA: I’m sorry about the slow delivery.
COAHIE: Slow? [he looks to her in surprise] What you talking bout lady?
LEELA: Fry… and Bender
FRY has broken into a run to climb the last hill. LEELA and COACHIE watch him.
LEELA: They always stuff something up…
Red-faced, FRY reaches them.
FRY: [panting] How’d I do Coachie?
COACHIE: I think you’ve smashed your personal best!
COACHIE: [friendly patting FRY on the shoulder] You go have a rest.
LEELA: Like hell he will, I need a navigator, the GPS system went kaflooey. Come on Fry.
She goes to grab Fry by the sleeve of his shirt, but retracts her hand; FRY is soaked with perspiration. Grumbling, FRY obediently follows. COACHIE shakes his head.
INT PLANET EXPRESS SHIP
LEELA is piloting, FRY is stationed at his normal place, BENDER is sleeping in the chair behind him with five empty beer bottles at his feet.
LEELA: I’m sorry Fry for yelling, I just get frustrated with you sometimes.
FRY: I know. And I’m sorry it took so long – but those were really damn heavy.
LEELA: [sighs] Just go have a shower ok? You look like you fell into a swamp and you smell like… [she wrinkles her nose] real bad.
FRY lifts his arm and takes a tentative sniff. He immediately reels backwards; choking. LEELA rolls her eye as FRY leaves the room spluttering.
FRY: I’m walking on sunshine! Whoa! Imwalgabing…
FRY’S song is gargled is the downpour of water. He takes some of LEELA’S scented soap and lavishly covers himself with bubbles. There are lots of LEELA’S things in the shower and FRY amuses himself with the ducky sponge and various soaps and shampoos. He shapes his hair with the bubbles into an Elvis Presley shape.
FRY: [imitating] Thankyou, thankyou very much.
Giggling insanely, FRY rinses off the soap with the last of the hot water. Before turning it off and stepping out and dripping water everywhere. He spots a container next to the sink and goes over to it while wrapping a towel round him.
FRY: [inspecting the container] Man-go-bod-ee-butt-ear. Mmm, butter.
FRY tastes the goo and licks his lips in satisfaction. He goes to dip his finger in again.
LEELA: [knocking on the door] Fry, we’re back on earth. Can you hurry up please?
FRY hastily shoves the lid back on the body butter.
FRY: I’m coming!
FRY pulls on his wet t-shirt, clean underpants and jeans, hopping about on the wet floor trying to get his second foot in. He slips on a stray bar of soap on the floor and falls heavily with a crash.
LEELA: Are you ok in there? Do you need help dressing again? I’ll send Bender in…
FRY moaned; he was seeing double. After cautiously peeking through the door, LEELA stepped in.
FRY: Leela, why do you have two eyes?
LEELA surveyed the room. All her shower things were everywhere and half used and there was water all over the floor.
FRY tries to get to his feet but trips on his jeans and falls again.
FRY: A little help?
LEELA: [snapping out of a shocked state, into one of ferocity] Right.
LEELA catches FRY by the back of his pants and pulls him to his feet at the same time as pulling up his pants; perhaps a little too high. FRY yelps in pain and grapples with her. LEELA’S hair-band breaks and her hair cascades over her shoulders. FRY catches her hands and holds her away.
FRY: Not so rough!
LEELA: You used up all my stuff!
FRY: Not all of it!
LEELA: [trying to make a bid for freedom] Look at this bathroom! Look at it! It’s a mess!
LEELA gives up trying to struggle against his grip and using her boots, starts to push the bare-footed FRY across the wet floor.
FRY: I’m… [pant] sorry… [pant]
INT: FRY’S BRAIN
FRYBRAIN: Must. Not. Let. Her. Go… wait a sec, how come I’m able to hold on without her slipping out of my grip? … How did I get a hold in the first place? This is awesome! Maybe I can… oh crap…
LEELA pushed FRY into a corner.
FRY: [panicky] Maybe… we can talk?
LEELA: [glaring] Maybe…I can kick your ass.
LEELA’S boot connects with FRY’S shin. Both players stumble and fall over and land in a somewhat suggestive position. [yeah, like that
BENDER: Y’know, you should really get a room.
LEELA places her hand on FRY’S chest to lift herself off him.
LEELA: [blowing her fringe] We are in a room! …And this isn’t what it looks like!
LEELA’S hand slips and she falls on top of FRY again.
BENDER: Sure. Do you want to be left alone?
LEELA: Puh-lease, that’s the last thing I want.
BENDER: Good, because I want to get some bargaining dirt.
BENDER whips out his camera and starts taking pictures.
LEELA: Get the hell outta here!
BENDER: Fine, I’ve got what I needed.
BENDER laughs dirtily and jauntily struts out of the room, closing the door behind him leaving FRY and LEELA alone.
(to be continued)