INT. SPACESHIP CONTROL ROOM - DAY Bob stands defiantly, holding up the glowing blue, plastic banana hairbrush as alien invaders surround him. BOB With this cosmic Banana Brush, I'll untangle the stars themselves! ALIEN LEADER Foolish human! Your toy means nothing to our armada. BOB Oh, it's no toy—it's the key to galactic neatness! Prepare for a style overhaul! COMPANION Bob, do it! Brush away the chaos! [Bob dramatically brushes his hair, and a wave of energy repels the aliens.] ALIEN LEADER Our ships are... frizzing out! Retreat! BOB Ha! Even aliens can't handle a perfect comb-over!