05x07 - Promises Promises!

[bunniefuu]

- [Announcer] This is
the Evergreen Forest.

Quiet, peaceful, serene.

That is until Bert
Raccoon wakes up!

- Yahoo!

Yehaww! [laughs]

Yipe!

Yahoo! [laughs]

Yeah!

- [Announcer] Luckily,
he has some good friends

to help him out.

[Broo pants]

[Broo barks]

[cheerful upbeat music]

Life would be simple in
the forest except for...

[mysterious music]

Cyril Sneer.

[game beeps]

And his life would be
simple except for...

[fireworks bang]

"The Raccoons!"
[victorious music]

[fireworks bang]

[relaxing music]

Summer draws to a close

and autumn works its magic
on the Evergreen Forest.

The nights are cooler
and the days are shorter,

but with the Fall
Fair coming up fast,

shorter days are one thing

Bert Raccoon definitely
doesn't need.

- Wait'll we set off
these little beauties

at the fair tonight.

You know, in all
modesty, Mr. Willow,

Lady Baden-Baden knew
what she was doing

when she put me in
charge of fireworks.

[Bert pewing]

- Make sure you read the
safety manual first, Bert.

I sure hope I can
make it to the fair.

I've got a lot of stacking
and pricing to do.

- Well, you're not gonna
miss my fireworks display

if I can help it.

Ha!

Bert Raccoon to the rescue!

- Well, that's right
nice of ya, Bert.

Preserving jars, eh,
Schaeffer? [laughs]

Planning on winning the
blue ribbon this year?

- Do ya think my blueberry
preserves will do the trick?

- They work great
with peanut butter.

- By the way, Bert, where did
you leave the blueberries?

I didn't see them in the fridge.

- Oh, well, the thing
is Schaeffer, [laughs]

I haven't actually
picked them yet.

Yeah, but I'll have buckets
of blueberries for ya

this afternoon.

- [Schaeffer] Okay,
Bert. Thanks. See ya.

- [Bentley] Hi Schaeffer.

- Hi Bentley.

- Hi Mr. Willow.

I'd like a binder and
a geometry set please.

- Hiya Bentley.

- And oh yeah, a box of
those colored paper clips.

- Ah, Bentley?

- Gee, that sounds
like Bert Raccoon.

Nah, couldn't be, he's supposed
to be out on his raft today

with his good friend Bentley.

- Oh.

[Mr. Willow clears throat]

- Here's your stuff, Bentley.

- Thanks Mr. Willow.

Yep, good old Bert and
Bentley are probably out

on Jack Pine Island right now.

- Hey! Hey, Bentley! Wait!

- Hey! What about the?

[cans clank]

Oh great, just great.

[enchanted piano music]

[crow caws]

- It's a sure-fire winner.

Sneer's Old-Time Preserves.

Everybody wants to
buy homemade goodness.

- Yes.

- We'd use only the
freshest cut rate fruit.

- Oh, it's a divine
concept, Cyl.

- Darn tootin' right it is.

And the winning recipe of the
Fall Fair Preserves Contest

will have the honor of
going into business with me.

Of course I'll wanna
be in on the judging.

- I see absolutely
no problem there.

Welcome aboard.

- It's great to be aboard.

Whoops. [laughs]

Hang on.

Pigs! More tea!

[doorbell dings]

And the doorbell, you
flat-nosed failures!

Get the doorbell!

Ahem.

I'll be right back.

[Lady Baden-Baden chuckles]

[door clicks]

[tires squeal]

Package for the
pigs. What a treat.

- Hey, with this
recipe for preserves,

we're gonna take that
blue ribbon at the fair

no problem. [laughs]

- The instructions say to boil
fruit in the pressure cooker

at 10 pounds for 20 minutes.

[pig laughs]

So I figure if we make it

it'll be twice as good.

- You know, your math's getting
better every day, Lloyd.

Boy, first prize.

A week in the Porkanos.

- And a major cash prize
just begging to be spent.

- [Pigs] Oh! We
just have to win!

- I hate to think what
I'll have to resort to

if you three thick heads
ignore that intercom again.

I want tea and I want it!

Oh! No!

Turn it off!

[air squeals]

[group hollers]

- Oh, Cyl. Oh, what
a novel tea trolley.

[raccoons grunt]

- Darn!

- Things would be going a lot
faster if Bert had shown up

like he said he would.

- Hi guys. Have
you seen Bentley?

- Not lately.

Something wrong, Bert?

- Nah.

- Glad you could make it, Bert.

Now if you're quite ready

you can start on that
section over there.

- Oh! [laughs]

No problem, Ralphie boy.

Bentley!

Hey, Bentley! Wait up!

- Now just hold on, Bert.

You promised you'd
help with the roof.

- Huh? Yeah, I did.

Consider it done.

Oh, I gotta talk to Bentley

and then I gotta do
the fireworks thing.

And then...
[hammer bangs]

I'll see ya later
at the fairgrounds.

Hey, Bentley!

Bentley wait up, little buddy!

- Say who was that
masked man anyway?

- Hi guys. How's the
weather up there? [laughs]

No, seriously,
have you seen Bert?

Oh, we were supposed
to go to see

a nature film at the museum.

- What's on this
week anyway, Cedric?

- "The Furbish Lousewort:
A Species In Trouble,"

but it's no fun going alone.

- Yeah. Yeah, I wouldn't
wanna see it alone either.

But if you are at loose ends,

there's a roof up here and
a huge pile of shingles.

- If you three were
buildings, you'd be condemned.

I want this kitchen
rebuilt perfectly

and it's coming out
of your salary now!

- Yes, Boss.

[footsteps clunk]

- [Pig] Oh great!

Where are we supposed
to get the cash

for a major renovation?

- Hey, the day's
not a total washout.

We got a package from Mom.

- [Both] Oh!

- Dear boys, knowing how
much you love my preserves,

enjoy these.

Another surprise
is arriving soon.

Oh!

Love, Mom.

You know, Mom makes the best
preserves in the universe.

Doesn't she?

- Guys!

Take a gander at the prize
winning jar of preserves

in this year's Fall Fair!

- What are you
talking about, Lloyd?

- The cash prize alone
will pay for this mess

and we'll still get a
trip to the Porkanos.

Get the picture?

- Hey, you're not gonna enter

Mom's preserves under our name.

Are you?

Oh.

[birds chirp]

- And here's lunch. Peanut
butter sandwiches supremo!

Ah, thanks for giving me
another chance, Bentley.

- Bert, I wish you'd
stop apologizing.

We all forget stuff
once in a while.

- Well, in that case, haul
the anchor, me buckle!

We sail with the tide for
Jack Pine Isle! [laughs]

- Hey Bert!

- Oh my gosh. The blueberries.

Ah, ah, just hang on
a sec, little buddy.

Uh, no, no, no, no.
Two. Two seconds.

- Look Bert, if you just
tell me where I can find

this super duper patch of yours,

I'll get the blueberries myself.

- Gee, Schaeffer, you'd never
find it in a million years.

I'll have to show
you where it is.

I'll be back in a couple
of minutes, little buddy.

- Bert, I'm drifting out!

- That's okay, Bentley.

Just bring her around
and tie her up.

Ah, gee, I'm sorry, Schaeffer.

Like I said, I was
gonna pick them, honest.

Well, just wait till
you see this patch.

- Hey Bert! Come back!

I don't know how to
sail this stupid thing.

Bert!

Bert!

[cheerful music]

- [Lady Baden-Baden]
Isn't it exciting?

Cyril Sneer will manufacture
the winning recipe.

- Oh, wouldn't that be perfect?

The boss producing our
preserves. [laughs]

- Next!

Oh, hello boys!

I didn't know you
were interested in
putting up preserves.

- Oh, we're interested in
anything that has a cash prize.

- And a trip to the Porkanos.

- This is our entry.
We made it ourselves.

- Without any help
at all from Mom.

- Ah, we call it Three
Porkers Preserves.

- How very novel.

♪ And add another left

♪ And a do-see-do

- Oh honey! I need you.

- Oh sweetness!

I need you too.

- Uh, no, no, my dearest.
I need y'all outside.

We have five square dance
callers here for an audition.

- But I simply can't
deal with it now.

I'm absolutely inundated!

- Oh honey bun,
we need more help.

- I can't understand why
Bert hasn't shown up.

- Ah, perhaps we
might be of service.

- Ooh! You boys are
full of surprises today.

Oh, and speaking of which,
I have one for you later on.

Now remember, all
you have to do is,

well, just register them.

- This where we cut
down the competition.

- Attention!

It seems not all of you
are aware of the rules.

Ah, rule number one,

all those with red labels
on their jars, hands up.

- You're disqualified.

- Now don't get ugly.

- We're just doing our jobs.

Now, rule number two.

- Ah, who's wearing green socks?

- I'm telling you, Schaeffer,

this fireworks
display I'm working on

it's gonna make
Evergreen Forest history.

- Sounds like a big project.

Shouldn't you be down
there working on it?

- Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

I'll put these in the kitchen.

- Hi Schaeffer.

I'll have the blue
plate special.

- Coming right up.

[door squeaks]

- Ah, Mr. Willow.

Ah, the store, yeah.

I was gonna help some more.

- Great Bert. I
sure could use it.

- Here we go, Mr. Willow.

One peanut butter
sandwich and a milk.

- Peanut butter sandwich!

Oh no! Bentley!

- [Mr. Willow] Bert, hold on!

[somber music]

- I don't know what's
got into him today.

Tell you what, I'll help
you with your inventory

if you'll help me
with my preserves.

- [Mr. Willow] The best
offer I've had all day.

- Hey Bentley, how about
this antique fire engine?

Isn't she a beaut?

Ah, come on Bentley.
I said I was sorry.

- Oh, so there you are.

- Ah, Lady Baden-Baden.

Ah, the preserves
registration, right?

- Nevermind. It's done.

I just hope you've looked after

the fireworks display
satisfactorily.

- [Mr. Willow] Whew!

- Mr. Willow, I was just
heading over to your store.

- It's all taken care of, Bert.

- Oh.

Ah, how about your
blueberry preserves?

- Nope, we did that too.

- Oh.

Cedric, old buddy! Hey, Hey!

Oh, no. Weren't we supposed
to go to a movie or something?

- Gee, that was hours ago, Bert.

- [Bert] Hi g*ng! What's up?

- The roof's up, Bert.

- Oh yes. I was just gonna
check back, but I guess-

- It's just as well
you didn't, Bert.

We had to redo your
section of the roof.

It was a complete mess.

- We'd still be up there if
Cedric hadn't pitched into help.

- So [laughs]

nobody needs any help?

- Not from you Bert. Thanks.

- [Pigs] Ah! Hi Boss.

- Your entry, I take it.

- Yes Sir, Boss.

And speaking modestly, we're
a shoe-in to win the contest.

- I guarantee the judges

have never tasted anything
like our preserves.

- Just think, Boss, you and us.

- We'll make a great
team, right Boss?

- I'd rather team up with
a trio of tax collectors.

Why if you ever-

- Oh, hello boys.

Apparently there was
some registration trouble

with a few of the entries,

but it's all sorted out.

And now that
surprise I mentioned.

Say:

♪ Hello

To our judge for the
preserves contest, boys.

- [Mrs. Pig] Surprise!

- [Pigs] Mom!

- Hello boys.

Lady Baden-Baden invited
me to judge last week.

[pigs stammer]

- [Pigs] Gee!

- We'll have a grand old
visit when the judging's over.

Won't we, boys?

- Oh!

We, we sure will, Mom.

- Why don't you fellows

go fetch your mother
and me some cider, hmm?

[soft dramatic music]

- We're in deep this time, guys.

- With Mom judging,

she's sure to recognize
her own preserves!

- And we'll be in a pickle.

- Oh, what a jam!

[pigs cry]

[relaxing music]

- Are you going to be
finished on time, Bert?

It's almost dark.

- I said I'd run the fireworks

and that's just what I'm doing.

- Gee, there sure are a
lot of rules for fireworks.

- Look Bentley,
I'm a little busy.

- Bert, I'm trying to apologize.

I guess I was a
little hard on you.

- Huh! You're darn
right ya were.

I mean, there I am knocking
myself out for everybody

and what do I get?

- How about a balloon ride?

- What do you mean?

You mean in that balloon?

- Ah, yeah. I arranged
it with Mr. DeFazio.

I figured it might
be a good spot

to watch the firework show.

- No, no.

I better not, Bentley.

I've still got the
prelaunch check to do.

- But Bert, you've gotta come.

I mean, I arranged it for you.

Besides Mr. DeFazio says
I'm not allowed up alone.

But if you can't, you can't.

- Hey Bentley, hang on a sec.

[arms whir]

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Yeah,
yeah, I get that.

Mm-hmm. There! [laughs]

Let's hit the sky, partner!

- And now our esteemed judges,

Cyril Sneer and Mrs. Pig,

will begin the judging.

May the best preserves
prevail. [laughs]

- More to the right.

- [Pig] Oh!

We've gotta get Mom's
preserves back before they win!

- Easy. You've got it.

- Oh!

Oh!

Oh, you know, I think
he might be on to us.

- We need a distraction.

Something to get everybody
out of that tent.

- We've got to get
those preserves back.

- Oh! This is lovely.

What do you think, Cyril?

- Not bad. Not bad.

- And finally, our last entry.

- Thank you. [sniffs]

Mmm!

Mmm! Great gooseberries!
This stuff's fabulous!

Oh no! They can't win.

They just can't.

[jar breaks]

Whoops! It slipped.

- Oh, wow. Talk about your
front row seats. [laughs]

Oh, you're a real pal, Bentley.

- And don't you forget it.

- [Pig] Oh boy, when you
come up with a distraction,

you don't fool around!

- Okay, let's have a countdown.

- Oh yes.





- Good enough!

[fireworks whoosh]

[fireworks bang]

- [Pigs] Wow!

- If this doesn't bring
'em running, nothing will.

Come on, boys. Preserve patrol!

- Gee, Lady Baden-Baden hit
the switch a little early.

- Ah, who cares?

[fireworks bang]

Wow. Look at that, Bentley.

Oh, I told you it
would be a dandy.

Wow!

- It worked!

- [Both] Oh wow!

- Who launched these
fireworks without my say so?

- I don't know,
Lady Baden-Baden,

but Bert sure did a
swell job on them.

- [Crowd Member]
Oh, look at that.

- [Crowd Member] Wow!

[fireworks bang]

- Look out!

[firework explodes]

[upbeat music]

- Something's gone wrong!

- [Bert] Duck!

[fireworks whoosh]

[Bert and Bentley holler]

- Oh no!

[Bert and Bentley holler]

- Oh, it's not here.

Oh, it's not here!

- [Ralph] Bert! Bentley! Jump!

- Whoa!

- [Bentley] You mean from here?

- [Both] Wah!

- Oh!

- Look out!

[group hollers]
[object bangs]

- Oh my. Oh dear.

Oh, it's lost. Oh dear.

Mmm! Cheechy Beans.

- [Mrs. Pig] I assume there's

an explanation for
all this, boys.

[crickets chirp]

[cheerful music]

- Let's face it. I did a
sloppy job on the fireworks.

I shoulda worked
harder on everything.

- You just worked too hard
on too many things, Bert.

- Yeah.

And I let all my friends down.

- Bert, we are your friends

and that's what makes it
all right to say no to us.

- We don't expect
you to be a Superman.

- We'll understand.

- Gee, thanks guys.

- So what about the
ho-down? Coming?

- Yeah, sure. [laughs]

If you think I can handle it.

- Oh, Bert.

[cheerful music continues]

[pigs holler]

[Mr. Knox whistles]

[cheerful music continues]

- [Announcer] Sometimes trying
to help out our friends,

we make all sorts of promises

but the best promises of all
are the ones we can keep.

[birds chirp]

- Hey, Schaeffer!

Don't suppose you wanna

put a little of that blueberry
preserve on a slice of bread?

You know, spread
the wealth around?

[Schaeffer laughs]

- I'd like to admire it for a
bit, if you don't mind, Bert.

- [Ralph] We're off to
the Porkanos, Schaeffer.

- Now you sure you
won't change your mind?

After all, it is your prize.

- You two enjoy yourselves.

I've got all the holiday
I need running the cafe.

- Okay, Bert.

I'm counting on you to
look after the newspaper.

- Hey, no problem,
Ralphie boy! [laughs]

I mean, have I ever
let ya down before?

Ah, don't answer that.

- Later, Bert. Later.

- It's too bad the boys
can't join us on the picnic,

but it's nice to see

they can be conscientious
about their work.

- It's just a matter of
motivating them, my dear.

Shall we?
[engine roars]

- [Pig] Last stone!

- [Pig] Slip it in.

- [Pig] Careful.

- [Pig] There!

- [Pig] Ah! Glad
that's over with.

Let's hit the showers!

- [Pig] Uh, where's the door?

- [Pig] Oh dear.

I think there's bricks
where the door used to be.

- [Pig] Get serious, Lloyd!
We're not that stupid!

Are we?

[pigs cry]

- [Pigs] Help! Help!

[cheerful upbeat music]

♪ When darkness falls

♪ Leaving shadows in the night

♪ Don't be afraid

♪ Wipe that fear
from your eyes ♪

♪ But desperate love

♪ Keeps on driving you wrong

♪ Don't be afraid

♪ You're not alone

♪ You can run with us

♪ We've got
everything you need ♪

♪ Run with us

♪ We are free

♪ Ca, ca, ca

♪ Come with us

♪ I see passion in your eyes

♪ Run with us