So later, after a nice dinner at Shirley and Moe's, after all the soldiers, pilots, Marines, FBI men, and the cousins had said their goodbyes, the visitors from outer space made a momentous announcement. There's going to be a wedding on planet Nextoo! And, after having tasted Shirley's meatballs, the spacemen ask Shirley and Moe a teeny weeny favour: would they be so kind as to cater the simple celestial celebration for four hundred and eighty-seven alien guests. Shirley is thrilled, but Moe has his doubts - after all, who wants to travel past Uranus in a spaceship the size of a barbecue?