03x07 - 702

[bunniefuu]

You guys!

We have a major problem with josh.

What's wrong with josh?

This huge spotlight fell on his head this morning.

Is he o.k.?oh, man.

He's all right physically, but--

Good day, lords and ladies!

Josh? Is that you?

Josh, josh.

Why does everyone keep calling me josh?

My name is lord swainsboro of fontcastle,

You lout.

Lout? Who you calling a lout?

Hey, what's a lout?

I don't know.

Who's lord swainsboro of fontcastle?

Ever since he got hit on the head

He thinks he's an english gentleman from the th century.

Oh, come on. Cut it out, josh.

This isn't funny.

Gentle people, I must ask you

To refrain from calling me by this "josh."

My name is lord swainsboro of fontcastle.

We've got to snap him out of this before the show starts.

Yeah, he's in the first scene.

Ah, good lady, I beg your pardon

But the only appointment on my schedule today

Is for afternoon tea.

I'm meeting lord worcheshire

At p.m. This very day.

Oh, he done gone off the deep end, see?

Something's wrong.

Hi, everybody!

'Manda!

Hi, amanda.

Oh, what a delightful young cherub.

What's with him?

He got hit in the head with a light,

Now he think he's lord fruitcake

Of fridgeville.

Lord swainsboro of fontcastle!

Ah, at your service, m'lady.

This guy's off his nut.

What he needs is another sh*t to the head.

That's a good idea.

My dear friends, if I do not see myself,

It is merely because I have not yet drunk

My afternoon tea.

After I've drunk my tea--

[Clunk]

Aah!

That should straighten him out.

Josh?

Josh!

Quack! Quack-quack!

Quack!

Aw, man. Now he thinks he's a duck.

Quack quack!

Maybe I should whack him again.

No! You can't whack a duck!

We've gotta go do the show.

What about duck boy?

Quack!

Maybe no one will notice.

Quack! Quack...

Quack-quack-quack!

Fresh out the box.

Stop, look, and watch.

Ready yet? Get set.

It'sall that.

♪ Oh

♪ Uh-oh

♪ This is all that♪

♪ This is all that♪

♪ Check it, check it

♪ Now, this is just an introduction ♪

♪ Before we blow your mind ♪

♪ The show is all of that ♪

♪ And yes, we do it all the time ♪

♪ So sit your booty on the floor ♪

♪ Or in a chair

♪ On the ground or in the air ♪

♪ Just don't go nowhere

♪ 'Cause everything we do

♪ Is all of that

♪ We're entertaining you

♪ We're all of that

♪ My posse and my crew

♪ It's all of that

♪ So sit still

♪ 'Cause we're comin' right back ♪

♪ Oh

♪ Uh-oh

♪ This is all that

♪ This is all that

♪ Check it out

♪ Oh

♪ Uh-oh... ♪

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And u.s. Department of education

I'm telling you, our heater must be broken.

Because it's freezing in here!

Just please, send someone to fix the heater.

I'm v-v-very cold.

[Doorbell rings]

[Ding dong]

Hello? What is it?

[Ding dong]

What is it?

Stop ding-donging!

[Knock on door]

E-e-excuse me. Uh, hello? Ma'am?

Oh, hello. May I help you?

Are you mrs. Maroon?

No! I'm mrs. Maroon!

Right.

Well, I got your son right here--

I found your son on highway .

He was in the middle of the road,

Building a snowman.

It's true! I make men out of snow!

As you can see, he's not wearing any pants.

Oh! Thank you, doctor!

No, I'm a police officer.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

All right, emily.

You go get your brother and sister

And tell them that breakfast is almost ready.

O.k.!

Chu-u-uck! Lu-u-ump!

Mom says breakfast is almost--

[Clunk]

[Goofy laugh]

Wall. Wall hit face.

It hurt.

[Ding dong]

Hello-o-o-o?

[Knock on r]

Um, over here.

Oh! Back again, doctor.

No ma'am. I'm not a doctor, all right?

I live down the street

And I found these frozen pants

In my backyard.

Now, the name tag on here says

Emily maroon.

So? So what?

Well, seeing as y'all are the maroons,

I figured that the pants might belong to somebody here.

Oh!

Come on in and have some breakfast.

But it's : at night.

[Yelling] chuck! Lump!

Emily! Come downstairs!

Breakfast is almost ready!

Whoa!uggggh!aaah!

Ow. Hey, I poked my arm.

Me, too. Huh huh.

Jupiter!

Look, I gotta go.

Oh, nonsense.

Anyone who brings a pair of frozen pants back

To the maroons deserves a free breakfast.

Honey! I'm home!!!

Monster!

Monster!

Jupiter.

[Thwack] [whap][whap]

[Stomp][thud]

No, kids.

That's just your father.

Jupiter.aww.

Boy, that was quite a b*ating.

Oh, grandma!

Grandma.

Hey-hey-hey, man!

I am not your--

What's with the brassiere?

I ain't your grandma.

Gwaa-aa-ndma!

Jupiter!

Aaarrrgh!

Oh, we knocked down grandma.

Jupiter.

Look--i ain't your grandma, all right?

I'm not related to you maroons in any way.

Jupiter?

Especially him!

Breakfast is ready.

Goody-goody-goody. Yay!

Look, maroons. I really appreciate

Y'all inviting me to breakfast--

Oh, hush. Here's breakfast!

Raw eggs andhair.

Yay! Yay!yay!

Oh, this looks good.

All right! That is it!!!

Now, you maroons are--

Grandma!

Get her!

And now, lori beth denberg

With more vital information

For your everyday life.

If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.

If you can't stand being dressed,

Get out of your pants.

If you want to invite your teacher over for dinner,

Don't say, "come to dinner, teacher.

My parents have always wanted to meet a big idiot."

Step on a cr*ck and break your mother's back.

Step on a rusty nail and you'll go...

[Male voice] whoa-ooooww!

This has been lori beth denberg

With vital information.

♪ This is all that

♪ This is all that ♪

[Singing]

Excuse me!

I'm connie muldoon and I want some service!

What are you doing there?

Oh. Hang on, connie. I'm working here.

Fini.ho ho ho.

What is that you've erected?

Well it's the fry-fel tower.

Young man, kindly put your art away

And pleasetake my lunch and order.

Oh. O.k. Don't get your brassiere in a blender.

I want good lobster meals,

Good pies,

Extra-good shakes

And a half a dozen good cookies.

And I want these quick pronto!

Welcome to good burger, home of the good burger.

Can I take your order?

I just uttered my order, you puffernut!

Now, please!

We are trying to have a birthday party.

Oh! Oh! A birthday party?

For me? Oh! Oh!

Young man, please!

Oh, thank you.

Oh, this is so great.

Whoa! Presents!

Mommy! He's opening my presents!

What do you think you're doing?

Whoa. Baby pees-a-lot.

I always wanted one of these.

Watch.

Whoa. Gee whiz.

Oh! Another baby pees-a-lot!

[Baby crying]

Wow! Look at this. This is so cool.

Whoa-- and it cries, too!

You're squeezing my little sister!

Listen to my words--

That was not your present

And this is not your party!

But the banner says, "happy birthday, ed."

No, it doesn't.

It says, "happy birthday peggy."

Oh. So, you mean I ain't peggy.

Mommy, he's insane.

[Squeak-squeak]

Here I am.

Yay!

Happy birthday, peggy.

Hey, look! It's scraps the clown!

♪ Scraps the clown, scraps the-- ♪

Get off, man!

Please, please stop groping our clown

And go and get the children some food!

Wow! Scraps' trunk!

Look! I wonder what's in it?

Whoa!

Get out of my trunk!

A pink bowling ball. Catch, scraps.

[Clunk]

Oh! Oh, I gotta cramp.

Scraps got a cramp.

Sorry. Gotta go now.

[High-pitched squeal]

He smashed scraps.

Uh, no.

Oh! You most certainly did!

Look down there! Scraps is on the floor.

He's not moving. His head is dented.

Bring back the laughter.

Yeah. Yeah.yeah.

Oh, you've wrecked our fun.

Now who will entertain our children?

What do you mean?

Scraps was going to do clown things

Like paint everyone's faces.

Kids: yeah.

We want our faces painted.

O.k. Wait!

Hang on! Hang on.

O.k. Look, kids.

All right. Here we go.

Hey! That's ketchup and mustard.

Whee-eee-eee!

Whee!

For the love of dijon, look! I've been messed!

Well, consider yourself painted.

What about balloons! We want balloons!

O.k. Wait, wait.

Balloons! Hey!

Look, children. Whee! Balloons.

Whoa!

Yay!

Whee!

Hey! You're supposed to blow them up first.

[Whining] my balloon is all limp.

Oh! You're upsetting everyone.

Now fix these limp balloons right now!

Uh... Uh...

You're supposed to use that helium t*nk over there.

Oh! Uh, I get it.

[Pffft-pfffft]

Pfffftttt....

Mommy! Look!

Look! I'm all puffy!

Bye! Thanks for coming!

[Crash]

Welcome to good burger, home of the good burger.

Can I take your order?

♪ This is all that ♪♪

All right, class.

Before I begin droning on,

I'd like to take roll.

Personally, I'd like to take

A "cinnamon" roll.

[Chuckling]

Ha ha ha... All right.

Amadu.

Here.

Here.babar.

Here. Baklavah.

Here. Bathsheba.

Bradley the big ol' baby?

Waaaah!

[Sniff-sniff]

Now, now.

Bradley, I realize you're a big ol' baby

But in my class you will not cry.

Just say, "here."

But I'm a baby. That's why I'm crying.

Waaaaah!

I realize that you're a baby, but nevertheless...

Waaaah! Woogy woogy!

I'm not happy.

[Babbling]

I think he wants his bottle.

Ooh. Ba-ba. Yeah.

Gimme my ba-ba or I'm gonna cry some more.

Oh!

All right. Mrs. Fingerly will get your ba-ba.

You hear that? We gonna get our ba-ba.

Here you are, bradley.

What took you so long? Gimme my ba-ba.

Gulp gulp gulp.

All right.

Now, let's begin today's algebra lesson.

Oh! Here's a word problem.

If a train leaves japan at : "am"

Heading northeast at "mmmph"

And a submarine leaves nebraska at : "pum"

Flying east west at , "mmmph"

What time will the two vehicles crash and burn?

Who can answer this pointless question?

Mrs. Fingerly: yes.

I can't.

Well, well. Anyone else?

Ooh! I know it.

Pick me...pick me.

All right, bradley the big ol' baby.

Um...the answer is...

:. Duh.

Ooh! Very good!

I win! Hee! I happy. I happy.

Now, bradley. Please come to the board of chalk

And explain how you arrived at your answer.

Waaaah, no! Leave me alone.

Bradley's afraid.

You big baby.

Stop talking to me!

Now, bradley. You must come to the board.

No.

Bradley.

No.

Bradley!

[Screeching] I don't wanna come to the board!

I don't think you're gonna get him to go up there.

Oh, we'll see about that!

Let's see. Grab bradley's stuffed weasel

And hand it to me.

Yes, mrs. Fingerly.

[Baby talk]

Hey! You--

She take my weasel!

All right, bradley.

Who wants their weasel? Hmm?

Give it to me! Give me my weasel!

If bradley wants his weasel

He'll come to the board of chalk

And explain his algebraic reasoning.

No!

[Screaming] weasel!

Weasel? Weasel!

Come on!come on, bradley!

That's it!

Mrs. Fingerly: hurry, bradley!

Hurry before I yank weasel's head right off!

There you go, bradley.

You can do it.

What a big boy you are, bradley.

I walk.

I walk good.

Oh!

[Bradley screams]

[Whining]

Poor, poor bradley.

Here's your stuffed weasel.

Hey, weasel.

Come sit on mrs. Fingerly's lap.

Hey, man. What's he doing in this class, anyway?

Shush!

The classroom is no place

To question things, mr. Amadu!

There, there.

Burp me.

Oh, sweet little freakish baby.

[Loud, deep belch]

Ooh! My, what a wonderful burp, bradley.

I'm a big boy.

[Sniff sniff]

Yes, and you should be very proud that you...

[Sniffing]

Oh, my.

What's wrong, mrs. Fingerly?

I'm afraid that bradley needs to be changed.

Which one of you would like to--

I'm bradley the big ol' baby.

[Sniff-sniff]

Waaaaaaahhh! Mrs. Fingerly!

Hey, clavis! Wake up.

The show's over.

Oh, yeah. Kick it!