"Damn it, this is going to be harder to fix than I thought," Gazoo muttered, running a hand over the damaged hull of his craft.
"Can't you just use your magic?" Barney asked, his curiosity overwhelming his earlier irritation.
Gazoo shot Barney a withering look. "You think it's that simple? My powers are immense, dum-dum, but they can't just manifest rare elements out of thin air. Nor can they manipulate unobtanium."
Fred and Barney exchanged puzzled looks. "Unobtanium?" Fred echoed, scratching his head. "What the hell is that?"
Gazoo sighed dramatically, shaking his head in despair. "Unobtanium, you dimwit! It's the primary construction material used for interstellar and time travel. Doesn't anyone teach you anything?"
Fred shrugged, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Well, it ain't exactly on the curriculum at school, Gazoo."
Gazoo just rolled his eyes, turning back to his damaged craft. "Clearly. It's no wonder your planet is so far behind."
Barney ignored the insult, instead stepping closer to the spaceship. "So, what can we do to help, Gazoo?" he asked, peering through the clear canopy at the complicated array of buttons and switches inside the ship.
Gazoo sighed, considering. "Well, first we need to secure the ship. Can't have any nosy neighbors stumbling upon it," he said, shooting a significant look at the nearby houses.
Fred crossed his arms, a spark of determination in his eyes. "Alright, Gazoo. We'll help. But you've gotta promise to stop calling us dum-dums."
Gazoo paused, eyeing Fred for a moment. Then, he gave a slow, reluctant nod. "Deal... for now," he conceded, before starting to lay out a plan to protect and repair his spaceship.
