Bit: GYPSY'S LULLIBYE

Episode: 810- The Giant Spider Invasion

(Gypsy has been replaced by a pod replicant--you can tell because her flashlight/eye has a hypnotic spiral, and she's speaking in a monotone...)

Mike: Oh, hey, Gyps...what happened to the zucchini throw-pillow things that Mrs. Forrester sent us?

Gypsy: I put them in a safe place...

Mike: OK. Where's that?

Gypsy: A place where you would meet a horrible demise before laying your polluting fingers upon them...

Tom: So you put them in Mike's laundry basket? (laughs)

Crow: Good one.

Gypsy (flatly): Ha ha ha ha ha and now you should sleep I have prepared warm milk to help you...

Tom: But I'm not tired!

Gypsy: But all sentient beings however inferior require sleep...

Mike (worried): Are you OK, Gyps?

Gypsy: Of course I am, Mitchell Nelson, and now you must sleep perhaps a simple lullaby will aid you...

(Sings to the melody of Brahm's Lullaby)
Close your eyes, go to sleep, be absorbed by the Collective...

Mike: That's great, Gypsy...(to bots) Get over here (they huddle). What's wrong with Gypsy!?

Tom: What're you talking about? She's no different than usual.

Gypsy (sings): Fade away, lose your soul, be replaced by a drone...

Mike: Something's taken her over!

Tom: You have one vivid imagination there, Mike.

Crow: Yeah, kind of paranoid, if you ask me.

Gypsy (sings): ...let the evil superconsciousness swallow you whole...

Mike: There! There! You ever hear her singing about evil superconsciousnesseses swallowing you whole before?

Tom: Maybe you have a point...

Crow: Nah, I've heard her sing about that stuff lots of times.

Mike: That's not her...and whatever it is wants us to fall asleep. We have to stay awake no matter what.

Gypsy: Are you approaching a state of relaxing quality sleep yet?

Mike (humoring her): Ha-ha! Just about! Be right with you.

Crow: I think we just forgot her birthday or something...

Gypsy (sings): Surrender all, give it up...

(Cut)