- Store's closed, mister. - I'm not here for cigarettes or bubble gum, my boy.

Can you tell me the name of the person who broke the record on that game over there?

Where I might find him?

Alex Rogan. You're lookin' at him.

Alex Rogan. Aha-ha.

- Who are you? - Centauri's the name.

- I invented Starfighter, which is why I'm here. - It is?

It is. We have to talk about a matter of utmost importance. Step into my office.

That's it. Come on now.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Oh, yes. Say hello to my assistant, Beta.

- Howdy.

- Ow! - I must congratulate you on your virtuoso performance.

Centauri is impressed. I've seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go.

But you're the best, my boy. Dazzling.

Light years ahead of the competition.

Which is why Centauri is here.

He's got a little proposition for you. Are ya interested?

- I guess.

- Hey!

- What are you doing? - Listen. Centauri wants to keep it for a surprise.

Trust me. Oh, ho-ho-ho, you're gonna love it. Love it!

The amusing thing about this: It's all a big mistake.

That particular Starfighter game was supposed to be delivered to Vegas...

not some flea-speck trailer park in the middle of tumbleweeds and tarantulas.

So it must be fate, destiny...

blind chance, luck even, that brings us together.

And as the poet says, "The rest is history."

Where are you going? Where are you taking me?

I told you. I wanna save it for a surprise.

Hey. Are you the kind of kid who reads the last page of a mystery first?

Who pesters the magician to tell you his tricks?

Who sneaks downstairs to peek at his Christmas presents?

No. Of course you're not!

That's why ~ I'm not gonna tell you ~

Oh, God.

Besides, I just love surprises, don't you?

Hey, look out!

- Stop! - Oh, dear! - Hit the brakes!

Hey--

Ohhh, sh--