The Sarah Jane Adventures

13 Bannerman Road is where Sarah Jane Smith lives

It's home to things beyond your imagination.

There's an extra-terrestrial super computer in the wall,

a genetically engineered boy genius in the attic,

a schoolgirl investigator across the road,

and a whole universe of adventure right here on the doorstep.

Ready?

Always.

There he is!

Don't let him get away!

That's impossible!

No, it isn't!

He's got to be in here somewhere.

He's just a kid! What does he want with a... what's it called?

A matter compressor.

Maybe he wants some matter compressed?

Whatever his reason, the Pharos Institute need it back!

Split up.

SQUELCH!

Did you hear that?

It can't be...

It is!

The Slitheen! They're back!

Oi!

Get off me. Are you OK?

Don't worry about us, where did it go?

If Slitheen are back on Earth it means mayhem on a global scale.

What do they want this time?

Same as usual convert our planet into cash.

Then how do we find it? We'd need a bloodhound.

Oh, why didn't I think of that?

WHISTLE BLOWS

Mistress.

Activating hover mode.

What are you doing out of your disguise?

Can't run in human skin.

It's too tight. Needed to lose them.

Lose who? Give you one guess.

Sarah Jane Smith.

I wondered how long it'd be till she shoved her oar in.

Yeah, but I got away.

And I nabbed the matter compressor.

We wouldn't have had to steal one if you hadn't sat on ours!

Now nothing can stop us from turning this scuzzy little planet

into a massive money-spinner.

WHIRRING

And so it begins!

Greetings Mistress!

We need you to follow a trail, K9.

He can smell? How?

Psychospore and olfactory sensors.

Yeah, yeah, that clears that up. We're looking for a Slitheen.

Alien pheromone detected, Mistress.

Trail leads in this direction.

Give me a visual!

Initialise compression web!

Not that one, idiot!

Compression web initialised!

Very soon the Slitheen will be the richest family in the galaxy!

Insufficient data. Insufficient data.

You've lost him, K9? No!

Affirmative, Mistress.

We'll never find him now.

Well, that might help.

Right. Follow me!

The web's nearly complete! When it is, Earth'll be squished!

Just our base left. You have set the safety shield haven't you?

Of course. Soon we'll be relaxing on the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.

This time tomorrow we'll own the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.

Switch it off, boys!

Sarah Jane Smith. How predictable.

I prefer...reliable.

Now, I won't ask you again,

switch it off!

No chance!

Good try, Miss Smith, but not good enough. It's sonic wave resistant.

What does that thing actually do?

Why steal the matter compressor?

This planet's stuffed full of carbon.

And thanks to your compressor, we can crush it.

And if carbon's crushed enough it turns into a diamond.

A gigantic diamond, worth a fortune.

K9! Now!

Maximum destruction mode.

It's still going! Grab the girl!

Get your claws off me! Let her go!

Try that again and you'll be sorry!

Rani, don't move! K9, hold fire! Disable the dog, or she gets it!

I'm sorry, K9. Power down. Unit deactivating.

Isn't there something we can do.

WHOOSH!

Who are they? Stand back, Miss Smith!

Compression halted.

Now release the child! By order of the High Council of Raxas Prime,

you are charged with crimes against the state.

Fraud, theft, high treason.

The penalty for each is death.

It's him you want! He made me do it!

Please! No! I'm innocent!

WHOOSH!

What have you done with them? We've teleported them to our ship.

They will stand trial on our home planet.

I guess, we owe you our lives. Thank you. Yeah, thanks.

I was nearly Slitheen lunch.

But who are you?

We are Blathereen.

Blathereen? Never heard of you.

The Slitheen aren't the only family on Raxacoricofallapatorius.

But they are the only criminal one.

We Blathereen respect the law.

Why should we believe you? As you can see,

we do not disguise ourselves in human skin, like Slitheen.

We could never kill a human.

Not all visitors to your planet intend harm, Miss Smith.

Some come out of anthropological interest, some are asylum-seekers.

And some actually want to help. Why are YOU here?

We've dedicated our lives to tracking down Slitheen,

bringing them to justice. You mean you're bounty hunters.

It isn't something we do for profit, it is our duty.

To be honest, we're pretty good at handling Slitheen by ourselves.

We do not doubt it. Your work has great regard back home.

Interstellar fame, eh, Sarah Jane?

And it is the Blathereen custom to offer thanks for such brave deeds

by sitting down to dinner.

And what's on the menu? Clyde burgers with a side of Rani?

It's wrong to have come this far without showing our appreciation.

No, that might be a bit tricky.. Why? I think it's a brilliant idea.

A dinner party. They can't exactly come to my place.

Mr Smith's there, and loads of alien stuff.

Then they can come to mine. Your mum and dad'll love that.

They're at a conference, remember?

That's why I'm staying with Sarah Jane.

Does nothing sink in with you? Come on it's an amazing opportunity.

Clyde'll cook. He's a secret Jamie Oliver.

I can't deny it. I suppose so, after all, they did save our lives.

Miss Smith? What do you say?

Yes, dinner would be lovely.

You're very welcome, Mrs...

Please...

my name's Leef Apple Glyn.

Leef for short.

This is my husband, Tree Lorn Acre.

I call him Tree. Sarah Jane.

And this is Clyde, Rani, and my son, Luke.

Pleased to meet you all.

Let us have your teleport coordinates and we'll join you in an hour.

We must freshen up first.

I'm still not sure we can trust them.

Yeah, when have the Slitheen ever helped us?

They're not Slitheen. They're not the same colour.

Colour doesn't matter, they're from the same planet.

We have to keep our guard up, until we're certain.

Look at me, head chef to the enemy. I didn't know you could cook.

Well, I'm a man of many talents.

And it's only shepherd's pie.

Mum taught me.

I hope they don't have any strange dietary requirements.

Though it's hard to go wrong with soup.

WHOOSH!

Good evening, Sarah Jane.

Sorry it's such a squeeze.

SLURPING

And this delightful liquid is?

It was tomato soup.

Though you probably prefer something more meaty. Shut up, Clyde.

Delicious.

We must take some home, for next time the Rackateen come to dinner.

They adore foreign food.

So, tell us about your home planet.

Raxacoricofallapatorius was once the most admired planet

in the Raxas Alliance. Clom, Plix and Raxacoricovarlonpatorius

all took their lead from us.

And the Blathereen were one of the most respected families.

Until the Slitheen bribed their way into power.

They ruined our planet's good name.

Well, that must have been terrible for you.

What happened to the Slitheen?

The economy crashed, then the rest of the population

rose up against them, and they were deposed.

Some faced justice,

others fled to the farthest corners of the galaxy.

It was our duty to hunt them down.

We're deeply sorry for the trouble they've caused here.

And as this seems an appropriate moment...

Tree?

This is not just a gift for your hospitality

but compensation for the Slitheen's behaviour on Earth.

This is Rakweed.

Careful! It's just a present, Clyde.

His concern is understandable.

Though this is something that will truly delight you.

It's lovely, thank you.

It's a staple food back home.

It can grow anywhere,

even in the harshest conditions.

Nutritious and delicious.

But this isn't just a gift for you.

We want you to share it with your entire world.

We know you suffer from famines on Earth.

Rakweed could put an end to them forever.