There's going to be a wedding in outer space, on planet Nextoo! And, after having tasted Shirl's meatballs, the spaceman ask Shirley and Moe a teeny weeny favor: would they be so kind as to cater the simple celestial celebration for four hundred and eighty-seven alien guests (give or take a few)? Shirl is thrilled, but Moe has his doubts--after all, who wants to travel past Uranus in a spaceship the size of a barbecue?
