01x12 - Our 2 Dads/ What to Be/ The Magno-Men

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♪ Way up high in the rolie

Polie sky is a little round

Planet of a really nice guy ♪

♪ He's rolie polie olie

♪ He's small and spurt and

Round ♪

♪ And in the land of curves

And curls he's the swellest

Kid around ♪

♪ Howdy

♪ Howdy

♪ Hooray

♪ Hooray

♪ And in the land of curves

And curls he's the swellest

Kid around ♪

♪ He's rolie polie olie

♪ He's small and spurt and

Round ♪

♪ And in the land of curves

And curls he's the swellest

Kid around ♪

♪ Howdy

♪ Howdy

♪ Hooray

♪ Hooray

♪ And in the land of curves

And curls he's the swellest

Kid around ♪

And in the land of curves

And curls he's the swellest

Kid the swellest kid around ♪

♪ Wee ♪

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Dad: [laughing]

Boy will uncle gizmo be

Surprised when he sees this.

Olie: tell us when we can

Look, okey dokey?

Dad: oh, oh!

Ah, oh!

Well, how do I look?

Olie: well, um --

Mom: you look really silly,

Dear.

Dad: no, I look just like

Uncle gizmo.

See?

I'm the hippest, humpingest,

The swingingest --

Mom: oh!

Dad: jiminy!

Zowie: uncle gizmo.

Olie: it's pretend hair,

Zowie.

Mom: that head just doesn't

Fit you, dear.

Dad: don't worry, I'll find

A way to keep it on 'til giz

Gets here.

Olie: when's uncle gizmo

Coming, mom?

Mom: sometime this

Afternoon.

Of course you two don't

Remember him.

Dad: last time giz dropped

Around you were knee high to a

Monkey wrench.

Dad: ah, oh.

Olie: come on zoe, let's go

Out and play 'til uncle gizmo

Gets here.

Zowie: okey dokey, olie.

Dad: oh, ah, oh, ah.

Spot: rruf rruf rruf rruf.

Rruf rruf rruf.

Billy: howdy, what ya doin'?

Olie: waitin' for our uncle

To visit.

Billy: that's too bad.

Olie: why too bad, billy?

Zowie: yeah?

Billy: aunts and uncles are

No fun.

When my aunt rhombus visits,

You got to take three baths

And get all dressed up fancy.

Then all you do is sit and sit

And sit and sit while the grown

Ups talk the hours.

Olie: hours?

Billy: they don't know

Boinky ball or hide and seek

Or any games.

Zowie: uncle no fun, olie?

Olie: guess not, zowie.

Spot: [whimpering]

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Giz: my how those kids have

Grown.

Hey, kids, turn those frowns

Ride side round.

Uncle giz is comin' to town.

Olie: sorry dad.

Giz: [laughing]

Hey now.

I'm not dad.

I'm your uncle gizmo.

Olie: come on dad.

You can't trick us.

We sort of wish uncle gizmo

Weren't comin'.

Zowie: yeah.

Giz: you don't want to see

Your uncle giz?

Why not?

Olie: because uncles are no

Fun.

Zowie: no fun!

Giz: no fun?

Well how can you tell what

Someone's like before you

Meet him?

I know, what do you say we

Play a little ball?

Olie: boinky ball!

Zowie: [laughing]

Olie: come on dad.

Giz: I'll let 'em think I'm

Dad.

Maybe they'll learn something

About uncles.

Zowie: [laughing]

Daddy funny.

Olie: wow, neat moves dad.

Giz: okey dokey.

Now how do we play boinky ball?

Olie: it's boinky ball.

You know.

Giz: I do?

Oh, yeah.

I'm hip to that.

But how's about doin' it

Different?

Just for fun.

Like this!

Here zowie.

Zowie: [laughing]

Giz: wonky wonky.

Olie: boinky boinky.

Giz: yeah, that too.

Zowie: swing, now swing.

Olie: yeah!

Giz: last one there is a

Later tater.

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Noontime, noontime.

Giz is coming soon time.

Dad: better hurry.

Giz: super rangers to the

Rescue.

Zowie: rescue.

Olie: you can't stop me

Super rangers.

I'm the mighty orb.

Giz: oh, I'm hep to that.

Zowie: go, go!

Giz: you got it, baby.

Zowie: [laughing]

Wee!

Olie: wow, that's real

High, dad.

Me too.

Giz: you know, your

Da -- your uncle and I used to

Play just like you two.

Olie: but uncles don't know

Any games.

Giz: hey, get out of down.

Gizmo sure does... Did.

His favourite was hide and

Seek.

Olie: hey, that's my

Favourite game too.

Giz: I'm hip to that.

Olie: where'd he go?

Zowie: hide seek!

Hide seek!

Olie: ready or not, here we

Come.

Zowie: here we come.

Dad: this ought to keep it

On.

Mom: what on?

Dad: good old reliable duct

Tape.

Huh?

Spot: yikes!

Rruf rruf rruf rruf!

Dad: spot!

Come back spot!

Olie: where's dad goin'?

Dad: gotcha!

Olie: wow!

How'd you do that, dad?

Neat.

Zowie: play now daddy?

Play now?

Giz: guess we have time for

One more game.

Before uncle giz arrives.

Zowie: yeah!

Dad: [chuckling]

This isn't going anywhere my

Head doesn't go.

Mom: yes, dear.

Dad: gonna call the kids in.

Giz should be here soon.

Mom: yes, dear.

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Dad: hmm, must be over at

Billy's.

Zowie: [laughing]

Giz: whoa whoa!

Ooh ooh!

Zowie: dad fun monkey.

Giz: it takes one to know one

[Laughing]

Dad: well, guess it's time

To go inside and meet your

Uncle giz.

Oh!

Giz: hey, turn those frowns

Right side round.

Uncle gizmo is comin' to town.

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Mom: oh, good, you found

Them.

Where'd you get that suit?

Dad: they're not over at

Billy's.

Olie: uncle gizmo?!

Dad: I'm dad.

Zowie: oh.

Olie: then that means?

Zowie: two daddies?

Olie: you're uncle gizmo?

Giz: mmm hmm.

Olie: but you can't be!

You're fun like dad.

Giz: guess you can't tell

What someone's like 'til you

Meet 'em.

Right, olie?

Olie: I'm hip to that.

[Laughing]

Giz: hey daddio, nice

Hairdo.

So that's why the kids thought

I was you.

Dad: [laughing]

A little joke, gizmo.

Giz: I can dig it.

Mom: well, why don't you

Take the hair off, dear.

Dad: [chuckling]

Guess you're right.

Doggone it, now it's too tight.

Give me a hand.

Oh, ah, oh!

Giz: lookin' good, olie.

Olie: I'm hip to that.

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Olie: space boy of the

Space rangers.

He fights a never ending

Battle against the forces of

Evil.

And defends his polie planet,

Polie house and polie family.

Spot: rruf rruf rruf rruf!

Olie: oh, yeah, and his

Trusty sidekick space dog

Helps too.

Spot: rruf rruf.

Olie: hurry space dog.

We have to cross the meteor

Belt.

Looks like a friendly planet

To me.

Spot: rruf.

Olie: [laughing]

Keep your eyes open space dog.

My supersonic sensors detect

Space monsters.

Dad: olie!

[Laughing]

Playin' space boy again?

Your favourite game, isn't it?

Olie: it's not just a game,

Dad.

When I grow up, I'm gonna be a

Space ranger.

I'm gonna save the galaxy from

Space monsters.

Just like on tv.

Dad?

Dad: mmm hmm?

Olie: you think there'll be

Real space rangers when I'm

All grown up?

Dad: well, I don't know.

Olie: well, what will I be

If I can't be a space ranger?

Dad: oh, there's lots of

Things you could be.

Olie: when you were little,

Did you always want to be a

Dad, dad?

Dad: you know olie, when I

Was your age, I wanted to grow

Up to be a paleorobotologist.

Spot: huh?

Olie: a paleorobologist

What's that?

Dad: a paleorobotologist is

Someone who digs up robosaurus

Bones.

Olie: golly!

That's what I want to be when

I grow up.

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Olie: cross the desert

Wasteland, the great olie, pal

Pal, palium --

Robosaurus bone hunter

Makes his way with his camel

Spot.

The sun beats down.

The air is hot and dry.

Ah!

This looks like a good spot,

Spot.

Betcha we find a whole herd

Of robosaurus skeletons.

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Olie: spot?

Spot: rruf.

Olie: maybe we should both

Dig in the same hole.

Hey boy, you found somethin'.

Spot: rruf rruf.

Olie: my baseball.

No wonder I couldn't find it.

Now what could have chewed it

Up so badly?

Spot: [whimpering]

Olie: hmm, maybe it was a

Spotosaurus?

Okey dokey, spot.

Now let's find those bones.

[Sighing]

[Sighing]

Jeepers, this is a lot harder

Than I thought.

Spot, I found one!

My first robosaurus bone!

Spot: rruf rruf rruf rruf!

Rruf rruf rruf rruf!

Olie: gee whiz!

Probably from a big bouncy

Rubber ballasaurus.

Or maybe a squeakosaurus.

Or maybe your old squeaky toy.

Olie: oh, well, abandoned

By his, used to be faithful

Desert pal, spot.

The great olie, friendless,

Treasureless, makes his way

Home to the kitchen for lunch.

Mom: this'll cheer ya up.

Olie: when you were little,

Did you always want to grow up

To be a mom, mom?

Mom: not always, olie.

When I was about your age, I

Wanted to grow up to be a

Conductor.

Olie: like on a train?

Mom: no, a symphony

Conductor.

You know, the person who

Stands in front of a whole

Room full of musicians.

Olie: and waves the stick?

Mom: not just moving a

Stick, olie.

Painting a musical tapestry.

First, the yearning call of

The french horns.

Then the rising thunder of the

Timpani drums.

The stern resonance of the

Cellos.

All sprinkled with the

Graceful magic of the

Glockenspiel.

Yup, a conductor.

You betcha!

Olie: a symphony conductor.

Wow!

That's what I want to be when

I grow up.

The great olie pole, stands

Before the olie polie symphony

Orchestra.

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Spot: [growling]

Hmm?

Rruf rruf rruf!

Olie: spot!

Spot: rruf rruf rruf!

Olie: whoa!

Spot: rruf rruf rruf rruf!

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Dad: what's goin' on in

Here?

What was all that noise about,

Olie?

Sounded like a train wreck.

And what are ya doin' in there?

Olie: sorry, dad.

That was suppose to be music.

I was practicing to be a

Sympathy conductor.

Dad: a symphony conductor,

Huh?

Olie: but it didn't work

Out.

I tried bein' a paleoliogist

Too.

Dad: didn't work out either?

Olie: no.

Now I don't know what I want

To be when I grow up.

Dad: when you grow up?

Golly, you got lots of time to

Figure that out.

Olie: yeah?

Dad: you betcha.

'Til then, it's just plain fun

To pretend.

Olie: I'm good at

Pretendin'.

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Olie: it's space boy.

Dad: and space dad.

Of the space rangers.

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Billy: flying saucers, olie.

Hear 'em?

Olie: sounds more like my

Dad's latest invention, billy.

Billy: your dad's always

Inventing the neatest stuff.

Olie: come on!

Let's go look.

Billy: three, two, one,

Blast off!

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Billy: wow!

What's it suppose to be

Mr. Polie?

A time machine?

A can opener?

Dad: oh, just a little

Somethin' I've been tinkering

With, billy.

Seems I just can't get it to

Do anything.

I'm gonna take a break.

Don't touch anything, you two.

Okey dokey.

Billy: I wonder what this

Does?

Olie: I don't know.

Just don't touch it!

Billy!

Billy: I didn't mean to.

Olie: whew!

Billy: it's okay.

Nothing happened.

Olie: let's go.

Billy: wait, we forgot our

Space helmets.

Olie: there!

Billy: wow!

How'd you do that?

Olie: I don't know.

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[Laughing]

Billy: gee!

What's goin' on?

I'll bet it was your dad's

Invention.

Olie: yeah, we must have

Done something to it.

It turned us into... Magnets.

Except everything sticks to us.

We're magno-men, billy!

Wow!

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Olie: it's a zinger.

But is olie worried?

No way!

Neato!

Billy: yahoo!

Zowie: huh?

Olie: nothin' escapes me.

I'm the great magnolie.

Billy: and I am the master

Of magnetism.

Come to me... Come to me...

Zowie: [laughing]

Dolly fly.

Bye bye, dolly.

Mama!

Yea!

Zowie: [laughing]

Spot: rruf rruf.

Olie: we are magno-men.

Zowie: dolly fly.

Zowie fly.

Neato.

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Olie: this is great, billy.

Our helmets don't fall off.

Billy: and neither do we.

Zowie: [laughing]

Olie sticky.

Billy sticky.

[Laughing]

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Dad: [yawning]

[Whistling]

Dad: I'll just turn this.

Tighten that.

Zowie: huh?

Olie: don't think we're

Magno-men anymore.

Billy: must have wore off

Or something.

Huh?!

Whoa!

Zowie: funny!

[Laughing]

Billy: guess it hasn't worn

All the way off.

Olie: I think it's all worn

Off now.

Billy: yeah, finally.

Olie: still, it was fun

Bein' magno-men while it

Lasted, right?

Billy: yeah.

Hey!

Olie: it's after me, billy!

Put on the brakes!

Billy: I can't!

Run olie, run!

Dad: I'll just... Hmm.

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Zowie: billy olie still

Run olie!

Run!

Olie: ah!

Billy!

Dad: oopsy daisy.

Olie: ah!

[Groaning sound]

Olie: we've got to get out

Of here!

Dad: now what?

Olie: not again!

We've got to tell dad.

Billy: we can't, olie.

We'll get in trouble.

Oh!

Olie: now we're stuck

Together.

Billy: maybe we should tell

Your dad.

Olie: let's go.

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Olie: we'll never make it.

Whoa!

Dad: a little more.

Howdy boys.

Olie: dad!

Billy: mr. Polie!

Dad: a little more.

Olie: dad!

Billy: mr. Polie.

Olie: dad!

Zowie: [laughing]

Dad: hmm, just a little

More.

Olie: dad, turn it off.

Billy: mr. Polie.

It turned us into magno-men.

Olie: we're supermagnetic.

Dad: gadzooks!

I better reserve the polarity.

There you go.

Back to normal.

Billy: thanks, mr. Polie.

Thanks a lot.

Olie: sorry dad.

We fiddled with your invention

After you said not to touch it.

But we won't ever do that

Again.

Huh billy?

Dad: okey dokey, boys.

Just don't touch my tools or

Inventions unless I say it's

Okay.

Okey dokey.

Dad: golly, that thing

Works pretty good.

Olie: too good.

Dad: I'll call it the

Magnotron.

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