02x36 - Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack!

[bunniefuu]

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♪ Begin

♪ The world awaits

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♪ Between the covers of a book

♪ It's time to look between the lions ♪

♪ Behold the tales beyond the tails ♪

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( springs bouncing )

( monkeys laughing and yelling )

Yes.

Yes, Rick, they're very nice pogo sticks.

But I didn't order pogo sticks.

I ordered glue sticks.

Oh, wow, look at that.

Mom.

LEONA: Mom.

I'll be with you in a minute, cubs.

Oh, that's what she said ten minutes ago.

Ten minutes, six seconds ago, to be precise.

Uh-huh.

LEON: Hey, come on.

I got an idea.

LEONA: What kind of an idea?

Yes, I und... Oh!

Sorry, sorry.

Rick, could you please hold on for a second?

Click, could you please do something about these monkeys?

Consider it done.

( beeping )

( yelling continues )

( bangs )

( spits )

( reading slowly )

Oh!

Yeah, outside!

Watch your head!

( banging )

( gasps )

Rick's Sticks is having a special

on dipsticks, lipsticks and fiddlesticks?

Hmm.

Oh, uh, hold on a second, Rick.

( reading )

Oh.

Rick, I've got to dash.

Send me the glue sticks, two dipsticks

one lipstick and six fiddlesticks-- bye.

( cheering )

Sorry, cubs.

Here's the book, Mom.

( gasps ): I know this book.

It's about a farmer who has cows that go:

Mm-hmm.

Cool!

That does not compute.

Cows do not click, clack, moo.

They do in this book, Click.

( reading )

Come on, cubs, let's go get comfy and read.

CLICK: Cows that type-- hmm, interesting.

LEONA: Oh, boy, oh, boy.

( Leona muttering excitedly )

Okay.

Ready?

Yep.

All set, Lionel?

( clears throat ): Okay.

CLEO: "Click, Clack, Moo by Doreen Cronin.

"Farmer Brown has a problem.

"His cows like to type.

All day long, he hears..."

( Cleo reading )

"At first, he couldn't believe his ears."

FARMER BROWN: Cows that type?

Impossible!

( Cleo reading )

CLEO: "Then he couldn't believe his eyes."

FARMER BROWN ( reading ):

CLEO: "It was bad enough the cows had found

"the old typewriter in the barn.

Now they wanted electric blankets."

No way.

CLEO: "Said Farmer Brown."

No electric blankets.

CLEO: "So the cows went on strike.

They left a note on the barn door."

FARMER BROWN ( reading ):

No milk today!

CLEO: "Cried Farmer Brown."

FARMER BROWN: Hmm.

CLEO: "In the background, he heard the cows busy at work."

( Cleo reading )

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What is that thing?

Oh.

It's a typewriter.

THEO: Ooh, Cleo.

Oh, I love it when you say, "Typewriter."

( rolling Rs ): Typewriter.

Ooh!

Say it one... more...

( crash )

Ooh!

Ah, those books were all history, anyway.

( laughing )

Library humor.

Don't you just love it?

What's a typewriter?

( groans )

A thing of beauty, Lionel.

A mechanical... miracle!

Yes, a mechanical miracle of its time.

Now, sadly, gone the way of the dinosaur.

Oh, the typewriter is the eighth wonder of the world

right there between the great pyramids

and, uh...

bubble wrap.

Oh.

If only I had my faithful old machine with me here

I could show you!

Wait a minute, Theo, I think we still have it.

( squeals )

Be still, my lion heart.

My database indicates it is somewhere in sub-basement five.

THEO: To sub-basement five!

Oh, I love a good hunt.

Yeah, me, too, I love a good hunt.

I love a good hunt.

You look great.

Hey, sing along

with Martha Reader and the Vowelles

as they bring you the short I, "ih" sound

in the word "brick."

( Martha singing repeated short "i" sound to pop tune )

( Vowelles respond rhythmically with short "i" sound )

MONKEYS: Brick!

( hooting )

( humming )

( makes L sound )

( makes short "i" sound )

Li, li...

( sounds out word )

( makes S sound )

( makes ST sound )

( makes short "i" sound )

( sounds out "stick" )

( sounds out word )

( crowd roaring )

GAWAIN: Excellent!

Gawain here once again at Blending Fields

where two brave knights in armor

will charge together at high speed

and make a word.

Competing today, we have...

Sir K...

And Sir Ick.

( horse whinnies )

Blend on, dudes!

BOTH: Kick!

Through the goalpost, kick!

( crowd cheering )

"Kick"! Excellent!

That's Gawain's word for today

and this is Gawain saying I shall be tick-led

to see you next time on...

Flying off the shelf once again

it's the continuing

daring and dangling Adventures of Cliff Hanger!

Today's adventure, number six--

"Cliff Hanger and Trixie the Tricky Pixie."

CHORUS ( singing ):

We find Cliff Hanger where we left him last

hanging from a cliff.

Suddenly, above him

Cliff sees Trixie the Tricky Pixie.

Quickly, Cliff digs into his nifty backpack

and lifts out his trusty survival manual.

Using his expert decoding skills, Cliff begins to read.

"Ricky the Tick Picker."

Here it is.

"Trixie the Tricky Pixie."

( reading )

"And she will give you a lift off the cliff."

( in a southern accent ):

Nope.

Uh-uh.

606 minutes pass.

( getting louder each time )

♪ And that's why he's called Cliff Hanger. ♪

( lions talking excitedly )

( sneezing and coughing )

THEO: This is so exciting.

( sneezes )

( beeps )

( coughs )

Oh, beautiful typewriter of mine.

Oh, so good to see you again.

Hey, doesn't Sam Spud have one of these things?

Yes, he does, Lionel.

But no one tickles the keys like your father.

Show us how it works, Daddy.

Yeah.

Okay, Leona, Lionel.

Stand back and I'll demonstrate

the marvelous multitude of the typewriter's moving...

( takes breath ): parts.

Oh, get ready for click, clack, roar!

( chuckling ): Ha!

( metallic clanking )

Hmm?

( metallic clanking )

Uh, that doesn't sound like "click, clack."

Mmm.

More like "clunk clunk."

( grunting )

CLICK: It appears that that machine is not functioning.

Oh, no, no, no, it'll work, you'll see.

Come on, you can do it, old timer.

( grunts )

Oh, it's no use.

I'm sorry, cubs, I...

I'm not going to be able to show you how a typewriter works.

Yes, you will, Theo.

Click, could you please bring the cows' typewriter

out of the book?

LEONA, LIONEL AND THEO: The cows' typewriter?

I'm sure they won't mind us

borrowing it for a little while.

Executing command.

( cows mooing in alarm )

( lions oohing and ahhing )

Task completed.

Applause for mouse.

LIONEL: All right, Click.

Oh, that's cool.

Applause for typewriter, huh?

( roars )

( chuckling )

Prepare to witness the eighth wonder of the world.

( platen turning )

Heh? Heh?

Is that a cool sound or what?

Wow, it rolls.

( rolling R ): It rolls!

( chuckling )

( bell rings )

It dings.

It dings.

( chuckling )

BOTH: Cool.

And that's only

the tip of the typewriter.

( chuckling )

BOTH: Ooh.

It makes letters-- look!

Yes, it makes letters.

It makes words.

It makes sentences.

It makes paragraphs!

Oh, how I've missed that sound.

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

( roars )

You haven't lost your touch, Theo.

( mooing )

LIONEL: But we have to get

the typewriter back to the cows.

THEO: Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

( cows mooing )

Dad...

Dad...

( mooing )

Mom...

Mom...

Never fear.

We live in a library.

( typing )

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

( chuckling )

Whoa...

Ah, the sweet sound of the old desk piano.

( laughs )

Now, that's comedy.

Ding!

And now Timeless Classic Masterpieces

presents another chapter from that saga of the sea

Moby Duck

in which Captain Ahab, with the crew of the good ship Pea Pod

continues his endless search for Moby, the great white duck.

AHAB ( reading ):

"Methinks our long search will soon be over.

Arrgh!"

Do you see him, Mr. Starbuck?

Do you see the duck?

Nay, Captain Silly, can't see a thing

except for an old Yankee Clipper.

( water splashes )

And the seas be rough.

Arrgh!

Wait, Captain!

Thar she quacks.

Moby, the great white duck.

Arrgh! At last.

Nay, Mr. Starbuck.

That not be Moby, the great white duck.

Arrgh!

Arrgh!

No?

Arrgh!

No, look.

See the print on screen there.

Ch... ick... en.

Chick... en.

Ch-- not duh...

Ick-- not uck...

Icken.

Arrgh! That be Moby

the hippy dippy white chicken.

Arrgh!

I be sorry, Captain.

The seas be playing tricks with me decoding skills.

Well, like I always say at the end of every chapter...

Snap out of it, matey!

Moby, the great white duck be near, very near.

Methinks our search will soon be over.

Arrgh!

( bouncy tune playing )

♪ If you can read I-N-G

♪ Then you can read "king" and "ring" ♪

♪ And you can read "sting" and "sling" ♪

♪ And you can read "spring"

♪ Yeah, you're really startin' to swing ♪

♪ Gonna sing you a thing about "ing" ♪

♪ If you can read I-N-G

♪ Then you can read "fling" and "cling" ♪

♪ And you can read "bring" and "string" ♪

♪ And you can read "ping"

♪ Yeah, you're really startin' to read ♪

♪ Little "ing" is a thing that you need ♪

♪ If you can read I-N-G

♪ Then you can read "wing" and "wring" ♪

♪ And you can read "ding"

( bell dings )

♪ And you can read "king"

♪ 'Cause you can read "ing."

And now a word

from star of stage, screen and television...

Nothing.

( applause and cheering )

Thank you, thank you.

It was nothing.

Really, nothing.

I'm not kidding.

All I said was "nothing."

( applause and cheering )

I mean, it's very...

My work would be nothing without all of you.

( applause and cheering )

I can't believe this.

Really, it's nothing.

( applause and cheering )

I'm not trying to get any applause.

It's a very simple fact.

Nothing, it's nothing.

( applause and cheering )

( sirens blaring )

Man ( over radio ): Typewriter trauma units, code red.

Dr. Mouse to E.R. stat.

Nurse Leona to O.R.

Dr. Lionel, triage team.

Patient prepped.

Vital signs stable.

What's next, Dr. Lionel?

To loosen, turn one-half turn to the right.

( squeaks while turning )

All right, that should fix it.

Wha!

( boinging )

Whoa!

Or not.

Oh, no.

You know what we need?

A miracle.

No, Leona, what we need is professional help.

Bring on the grease monkeys!

Ha!

Let's turn this baby back

and get it on the clickety-clack track.

( monkeys talking over each other )

LEONA: Hey, hey, hey, we need that.

We need that thing.

CLEO: Get him!

( reading ):

( Theo chuckles )

( mooing )

Theo, the cows in the book want their typewriter returned.

Oh...

Not yet, Click.

I'm having too much fun.

( chuckling )

( reading ):

( chuckling )

Hmm?

( sniffs )

I know that scent.

( gasps )

CLEO, LEONA AND LIONEL: Surprise!

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

CLEO: Click...

( gasps )

Clack...

Clickety-clack.

You fixed it?

It's... it's working?

We fixed it.

Oh... wow!

( reading )

On behalf of the machines everywhere, I rejoice.

Hooray!

Come, my old friend.

We must make beautiful words together.

Farewell, family.

There's paper in the basement.

Click, can we put the cows' typewriter back in the book

so we can finish the story?

Yeah.

Executing command.

( beeping )

( mooing stops )

Okay, let's go.

All right.

All right.

Read, Mommy.

Where were we?

Oh, yeah, the cows were striking for electric blankets.

Yeah, yeah, because they were cold.

Mm-hmm, all right.

( sighs )

"The next day, Farmer Brown got another note."

FARMER BROWN ( reading ):

LEONA: "The cows were growing impatient with the farmer.

They left a new note on the barn door."

"Closed. No milk. No eggs."

No eggs?!

CLEO: "Cried Farmer Brown.

"In the background, he heard them.

"Click, clack, moo.

"Click, clack, moo.

Clickety-clack, moo."

FARMER BROWN: Cows that type, hens on strike.

Who ever heard of such a thing?

How can I run a farm with no milk and no eggs?

CLEO: "Farmer Brown was furious.

Farmer Brown got out his own typewriter."

FARMER BROWN ( reading ):

CLEO: "Duck was a neutral party

so he brought the ultimatum to the cows."

( quacking )

CLEO: "The cows held an emergency meeting."

( mooing to each other )

"All the animals gathered around the barn to snoop

"but none of them could understand moo.

"All night long, Farmer Brown waited for an answer.

"Duck knocked on the door early the next morning.

He handed Farmer Brown a note."

FARMER BROWN ( reading ):

CLEO: "Farmer Brown decided this was a good deal.

"He left the blankets next to the barn door

"and waited for Duck to come with the typewriter.

The next morning, he got a note."

( Farmer Brown reading )

"Sincerely, The Ducks."

CLEO AND DUCKS: "Click, clack, quack.

"Click, clack, quack.

Clickety-clack, quack."

CLEO: "The end."

That was cool.

The ducks got a diving board.

Yeah, they did, but...

Oh, but poor Farmer Brown.

I wonder what kind of farm animal

the typewriter went to next.

Hmm...

Perhaps a monkey.

Typo-gram for, uh... Cleo.

Oh.

Here you go.

Ah! Thank you.

Now, who could this be from?

What, no tip?

Oh, um...

( pants excitedly )

( crash )

CLEO ( reading ):

( all chuckle )

Oh, come on.

THEO: I've heard that somewhere before.

Let's see.

Right.

( typing )

( dings )

( reading ):

Hmm...

Nah, I'd have to run that by Legal.

( typing continues )

The end.

( chuckling )

I love that joke.

CHORUS: ♪ Between the lions...

( to rap b*at ): ♪ Come on, everyone, let's show 'em how it's done. ♪

Watch me!

Miss Roma Downey!

Mr. Pantomime Horse!

You can do it!

Hi, Baja Men.

BAJA MEN: Hi, Leona.

Can you guys be my designated readers?

BAJA MEN: Sure, Leona.

I have a book about a dog.

So do I.

So do I.

Yo, who took the dog books out?

( all laughing )

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