01x11 - Transmission Impossible
Posted: 03/19/24 16:32
♪
(Honking)
Whoa!
Whoa!
Ah!
♪
♪
♪
(Screaming)
♪
(Sniffing)
PELSWICKDad, what is this?
What are we being punished
for?
Can’t we just scrub floors
instead?
(Chuckling)
You’re not being punished,
but neither should the cows be.
Thus, Humanios, the only cereal
that’s soggy without milk.
Oh, this calls for my
porridge teeth.
Also handy for cleaning dead
flies out of the blinds.
Oh, well.
I guess I can eat anything as
long as I’ve got my morning rock
and roll!
(Music changing)
RADIOYou’re listening to
all-news radio.
No, I’m not.
Oh, yes, you are.
Our top story, we’re changing
format and there’s nothing you
can do about it.
(Slurping)
PELSWICKI want to complain
about your format change.
And about the width of your
doors.
But mostly about your format
change.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take a
number.
Okay.
(Ripping)
Thirteen and a half.
That was my favourite hat.
This was my favourite radio
station.
Too much rock, too loud, for too
long.
Kid, I bought this station
with the money from my used car
lot.
Now I can advertise my cars on
my radio station, and play my
radio station in my car.
Kids don’t buy cars.
Kids buy fruity pops.
I don’t sell fruity pops.
Go away.
No, I won’t.
Note to self, get trapdoor
that’s wheelchair-accessible.
(Radio tuning)
It’s not fair, Gram-Gram.
They’ve got all-Gregorian chant
radio--
(Mournful singing)
-- they’ve got all-yodelling
radio--
(Yodelling)
RADIOUnder the “B,” .
They’ve even got
all-bingo-number radio.
Hey, leave that on!
But nothing for me and my
friends.
Why don’t you create your own
pirate radio station like I did
when I was a kid?
You had a pirate radio
station?
Oh, you bet ya.
Yes, sirree, Bob!
Arrh, music-lovin’ mateys.
Comin’ at ya from somewhere off
the coast of Bayview, here be
Megadirt!
♪
Yow!
I mean, arrh.
Why’d you stop?
I developed an allergy to
parrot bites.
♪
(Coughing)
GOONCool.
(Buzzing)
What are those things?
PELSWICKVacuum tubes from
back before microchips.
And what are those
dumb-looking things?
ACEThose are your feet,
Goon.
I’m not even sure this stuff
works.
It’s so old it was actually made
in America.
Testing, testing.
You’re tuned to--
Radio station WHEEL.
Puttin’ the roll back in rock
and roll.
♪
So, wherever you are, kids of
Bayview, hanging out at the
beach, working at your weekend
job, or squeezing the excess
grease out of your onion rings
at Burger Barrel, call us up.
We take requests from everyone,
but orders for no one.
(Beeping)
Oh--
(Phones ringing)
Limit one lame boy band request
per hour.
And here’s our first song
request from Quentin in Bayview,
who says, let’s hear some
Megadirt.
♪
What do you think?
The very first request?
I’m honoured.
He called you Quentin.
I thought your name was Mr.
Eggert, Mr. Eggert?
You thought my name was Mr.-
Eggert-Mr.-Eggert?
Not Mr.-Eggert-Mr.-Eggert,
Mr. Eggert.
Just Mr. Eggert, Mr. Eggert.
Hello, Bayview!
The spirit of independent radio
is back on the air!
(Echoing)
♪ WHEEL radio!
All right, so what’s on your
mind, Bayview?
Give me a call.
(Grunting)
We have to do something or
that little four-wheeler is
gonna become popular.
You mean intersecting a
straight line at right angles?
That’s “perpendicular.”
All your radio dials have
been glued to WHEEL?
So what?
What makes you think I did it?
♪
(Gasping)
What the heck are you listening
to that filth for?
Listen to this filth instead.
♪
(Screaming)
This is DJ Rolling P for
WHEEL signing off.
Gram-Gram, come home, wherever
you are.
DISPATCHERCar ,
suspicious man outside bank.
GRAM-GRAMYee-haw!
Forget boring bank robberies,
tune all cars to WHEEL, rock and
roll so good it’s criminal.
Ooh, I could go for a guy in a
uniform.
Yeah.
Darn, I was down to a size
one and I gained it all back.
What do you think?
I think it’s strange that
there’s prune juice but no
raisin juice.
No, about my radio station.
This is a radio station?
That’s great, because I got a
band.
Don’t ask him.
He can’t tell you if you don’t
ask him.
PUPPETA band, Mr. Jimmy?
What’s its name?
Glad you asked, Pelswood.
We’re called Smack O’ Froggin’
Beetle Grabber.
Why’s that, Mr. Jimmy?
We figure we’ll get the
Beatle fans and the Smack O’
Froggin’ Grabber fans.
I’m turning the lights out
now.
We got the name, the tour
bus, the outfits, hairdos, video
director.
We just have to decide if it’s
the blue or the red candy that
we don’t want in the backstage
snack bowls.
When can we hear your tour
dates announced on the radio,
Mr. J?
(Wheelchair buzzing)
(Bells jangling)
GRAM-GRAMHa!
PELSWICKThis is WHEEL,
radio that rules, ’cause there
are no rules!
Floor it, ice cream boy.
I was born to be wild.
Ah!
♪
That was the Squeegees, a
band made up of carwash
employees from right here in
Bayview.
Cool tunes.
So, you thinkin’ later you’re
gonna do remotes and cool promo
giveaways like Boyd does?
Boyd?
On his radio station.
Boyd has a radio station?
♪ Hey Bully!
You’re listening to KBULY,
bully radio, live at Bayview
Park.
It’s a beautiful day for
humiliating small children and
making girls cry.
And a chicken-legged kid who
looks like his mother cut his
hair is up.
Huh?
BOYDLooks like an easy out.
Oh, and the batter’s pants just
fell down!
Strike one!
And he’s not wearin’ any
underwear!
I am, too!
He’s tellin’ lies on the
radio!
Actually, he’s doubling your
ratings on the radio.
He had the brilliant idea of
broadcasting on the same
frequency kids pick up with
their fillings and dental
retainers.
BOYDNow he’s being beaten
up by his sister.
KIDI am not!
BOYDHis little sister!
Strike three!
♪ Hey Bully!
PELSWICKWe’ve got to
compete!
I need remotes, news,
interviews, hand-less kids who
can’t bat!
WHEEL, free ice cream to
every listener.
Uh, who’s running your radio
station now?
I put on some ’s art rock
band.
That song’s got another hour and
a half to go.
MANAnother drum solo, man,
yeah.
It’s a stop sign, Goon.
It doesn’t change to green.
Oh, yeah.
How would you guys like your
own radio shows?
Really?
I’d finally have a forum for my
thought-provoking, controversial
opinions?
Actually, vanilla ice cream
isn’t plain ice cream, vanilla
is a flavour.
(Cheering)
How ’bout you, Goon?
Sure.
Ace, could I borrow some of your
opinions?
And another thing, why are they
called sidewalks when they’re in
front of your house?
Answer me that!
And another thing, why are they
called sidewalks when you can
run on them?
My demographic research shows
he’s doing very well among
people obsessed with sidewalks.
Uh huh.
And everyone else?
They’re listening to the
"Nick and Joe Show" on KBULY.
♪ Hey Bully!
You’re listening to-- the
radio.
And now, I’ll-- I’ll read what
it says on the microphone.
Uh, “Do not submerge in water.”
Yeah.
This is so bad it’s actually
good.
Bad.
If that’s what the public
wants, I know two people who
are way stranger together than
Nick and Joe.
♪ WHEEL radio!
"Take My Advice with Julie
and Sandra."
Who’s our first caller?
GIRLUm, I’m having a
problem with my boyfriend, an--
Like, dump him.
(Dial tone humming)
This advice thing’s a snap!
This is my show, too, Sandra.
Perhaps I might have a word with
our callers?
What for?
You’d, like, agree with me if
you had any sense at all.
Not only do I have sense, I
have-- your chair!
(Sandra screaming)
(Crashing)
This is awful.
But according to my limited
research based on checking
ambulance radios as they drive
away from Burger Barrel, we’re
averaging extra listeners an
hour!
Great!
I wonder who else is listening.
JULIEWe now pause for
station identification.
♪ WHEEL radio!
And to pull each other’s hair
like this!
(Shrieking)
I’m getting illegal
transmissions out of-- looks
like Bayview.
Don’t worry, sir.
Our radar van will track ’em
down, and then--
♪
(Gasping)
You’re listening to WHEEL,
hours a day, we never sleep.
(Laughing)
Going hours means you’ve
captured % of the overnight
market.
Great.
How many people is that?
Um, you.
You’re the only one up that
late.
We have to keep making it
better.
We’ve got to stay ahead of Boyd.
All right, here’s the WHEEL
traffic report.
There’s a blue car coming down
the street towards me and it’s
slowing down.
Looks like it might stop.
No, wait a minute, that’s my car
and it’s parked in my driveway.
Sorry.
Thanks for filling in, Dad.
Sandra and Julie are up next.
Where are they?
Sandra and Julie aren’t here,
but does anyone have a problem
they want to talk about with
Quentin?
A problem?
Anyone?
(Phone ringing)
Yes, hello.
What’s your problem?
BOYDMy problem is your
crummy station!
Everyone listen to KBULY
instead!
Now, here’s some music.
♪
We’ve got to get a time delay.
How does that work, anyway?
You say things seconds
before you think of them.
You do that, anyway.
PELSWICKCall from Julie
Smockford.
Can’t come back until we clean
garage because of allergies.
Call from Sandra Scoddle.
Won’t come back until she gets
hairstylist, private dressing
room, sauna, sauna
air-conditioner in case sauna
gets too hot.
(Sighing)
I wonder what Boyd’s up to.
BOYDIt’s KBULY radio!
Number one or else!
And here’s our new advice show
host Mandra Moddle.
Thank you, Boyd.
Welcome to the "Mandra Moddle
Show," better advice because
it’s not watered down by a vain,
know-nothing who knows
absolutely zilch but keeps
hogging the mike anyway!
(Hemming)
Boyd, ice tea, chop-chop.
She sounds familiar.
Oh, man!
I’m losing it here!
Nonsense, it’s not like you
have conversations with guardian
angels that other people can’t
see.
Mr. Jimmy, I’m kind of busy.
Unless you’ve got advice on how
I can strengthen my signal or
get my deejays to show up--!
As I was saying about my
band, things are groovin’, man.
We had our first photo session.
Picked out the height for our
platform shoes.
We’re thinking four inches.
We’ve hired an entourage, a
manager, and an ex-manager to
rip us off.
We’ve decided what cars to buy
when we’re famous.
I’m gonna have two, with one
that only goes in reverse for
backing out of the garage.
Pelswick, are you listening
to your own station?
GOONThis is Goon Gunderson
at city hall, where federal
officials are announcing a
crackdown on pirate radio
broadcasts.
Here’s a comment from a
scary-looking guy in uniform.
When we zero in on these
perps, it’s gonna be lights out.
Wouldn’t that be sounds out?
What?
What are you gonna do?
The important thing is not to
panic.
They work for the government.
It will take them weeks of
highly paid overtime to track
down our signal.
From city hall, this is Goon
Gunderson, throwing it back to
our pirate transmitter at
Willow Avenue, Bayview.
(Screaming)
♪ Wheel radio!
PELSWICKHurry, they’ll be
here any second!
That was some music followed
by-- some other music.
JULIEPull out the cord.
No, we can’t go off the air
while Boyd’s still transmitting.
Pelswick, we can’t go into
hiding if we’re attached to your
house.
Actually, my dad has a gas
generator.
We don’t need the scanner.
All we got to do is follow that
bozo, he’ll lead us right to
’em.
Which way was Pelswick’s
house again?
♪
JULIEAm not!
SANDRAAre too!
JULIEAm not!
SANDRAAre too!
All right, commercial time.
Everyone listen to the
"Mandra Moddle Show" on KBULY!
You can’t advertise the
competition!
Can too!
Cannot!
I could’ve sworn his house
was right here.
This can’t be right.
One of the pirate transmitters
is moving!
JULIEHave not!
SANDRAHave too!
JULIEHave not!
BOYDNow, here’s the bully
body-odour-taunting report.
Ronald Farthing smells like
garbage!
The breath of Bob McClure could
drive a rat out of a sewer!
(Panting)
Radio cops!
They’re tracing illegal
transmitters!
You’ve got to dump this stuff!
Nuh-uh!
The people I took this off of
paid a lot of money for it!
And no way am I quitting while
Pelswick’s still on the air.
Hey, that kid Ace’s father
has a gas generator.
♪
Keep it tuned right here,
’cause-- in the next hour we’re
giving away--
-- a thing that’s kind of brown
and bendy.
Could be either a very old
banana or a finger from a
baseball glove.
Which way do you live?
That way.
GOONThanks.
♪
We’re back!
You know who’s really pathetic?
Julie Smockford!
Hey!
This is Mandra Moddle saying
don’t you believe it.
Julie might be a hopeless jerk
sometimes, but-- like-- she’s my
best friend.
JULIESandra Scoddle!
You’re Mandra Moddle?
This is Mulie Mockford saying
take this Mandra Moddle!
(Shouting)
PELSWICKGuys, slow down!
Guys!
(Screeching)
♪
(Crashing)
JIMMYHow do you like my
autograph-signing pen?
Enough!
I give up!
Just give me your single and
I’ll play it.
We don’t have a single.
We still have to learn how to
play our instruments.
What?
You’ve got a video director and
an autograph pen, and you
haven’t learned to play yet?
You’re doing it all backwards!
Don’t you know the music’s the
most important-- part-- of it.
I guess I sort of forgot why I
started doing this in the first
place, huh?
It was for the music.
♪
And that’s the last tune we have
time for.
You’re listening to Alcatraz
Middle School campus radio.
Stay right here for the Boyd
Scullrazo humiliating gossip
hour, then the Julie, Sandra,
Nick, and Joe confusion hour,
followed up by VP Zeigler
describing his favourite socks
in order of comfiness.
Oh, and if anyone’s seen Goon
Gunderson, please report to the
office.
GOONPelswick!
(Echoing)
Pelswick!
(Echoing)
You’re way over-watering your
lawn, man!
(Croaking)
Hey, frog.
♪
(Honking)
Whoa!
Whoa!
Ah!
♪
♪
♪
(Screaming)
♪
(Sniffing)
PELSWICKDad, what is this?
What are we being punished
for?
Can’t we just scrub floors
instead?
(Chuckling)
You’re not being punished,
but neither should the cows be.
Thus, Humanios, the only cereal
that’s soggy without milk.
Oh, this calls for my
porridge teeth.
Also handy for cleaning dead
flies out of the blinds.
Oh, well.
I guess I can eat anything as
long as I’ve got my morning rock
and roll!
(Music changing)
RADIOYou’re listening to
all-news radio.
No, I’m not.
Oh, yes, you are.
Our top story, we’re changing
format and there’s nothing you
can do about it.
(Slurping)
PELSWICKI want to complain
about your format change.
And about the width of your
doors.
But mostly about your format
change.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take a
number.
Okay.
(Ripping)
Thirteen and a half.
That was my favourite hat.
This was my favourite radio
station.
Too much rock, too loud, for too
long.
Kid, I bought this station
with the money from my used car
lot.
Now I can advertise my cars on
my radio station, and play my
radio station in my car.
Kids don’t buy cars.
Kids buy fruity pops.
I don’t sell fruity pops.
Go away.
No, I won’t.
Note to self, get trapdoor
that’s wheelchair-accessible.
(Radio tuning)
It’s not fair, Gram-Gram.
They’ve got all-Gregorian chant
radio--
(Mournful singing)
-- they’ve got all-yodelling
radio--
(Yodelling)
RADIOUnder the “B,” .
They’ve even got
all-bingo-number radio.
Hey, leave that on!
But nothing for me and my
friends.
Why don’t you create your own
pirate radio station like I did
when I was a kid?
You had a pirate radio
station?
Oh, you bet ya.
Yes, sirree, Bob!
Arrh, music-lovin’ mateys.
Comin’ at ya from somewhere off
the coast of Bayview, here be
Megadirt!
♪
Yow!
I mean, arrh.
Why’d you stop?
I developed an allergy to
parrot bites.
♪
(Coughing)
GOONCool.
(Buzzing)
What are those things?
PELSWICKVacuum tubes from
back before microchips.
And what are those
dumb-looking things?
ACEThose are your feet,
Goon.
I’m not even sure this stuff
works.
It’s so old it was actually made
in America.
Testing, testing.
You’re tuned to--
Radio station WHEEL.
Puttin’ the roll back in rock
and roll.
♪
So, wherever you are, kids of
Bayview, hanging out at the
beach, working at your weekend
job, or squeezing the excess
grease out of your onion rings
at Burger Barrel, call us up.
We take requests from everyone,
but orders for no one.
(Beeping)
Oh--
(Phones ringing)
Limit one lame boy band request
per hour.
And here’s our first song
request from Quentin in Bayview,
who says, let’s hear some
Megadirt.
♪
What do you think?
The very first request?
I’m honoured.
He called you Quentin.
I thought your name was Mr.
Eggert, Mr. Eggert?
You thought my name was Mr.-
Eggert-Mr.-Eggert?
Not Mr.-Eggert-Mr.-Eggert,
Mr. Eggert.
Just Mr. Eggert, Mr. Eggert.
Hello, Bayview!
The spirit of independent radio
is back on the air!
(Echoing)
♪ WHEEL radio!
All right, so what’s on your
mind, Bayview?
Give me a call.
(Grunting)
We have to do something or
that little four-wheeler is
gonna become popular.
You mean intersecting a
straight line at right angles?
That’s “perpendicular.”
All your radio dials have
been glued to WHEEL?
So what?
What makes you think I did it?
♪
(Gasping)
What the heck are you listening
to that filth for?
Listen to this filth instead.
♪
(Screaming)
This is DJ Rolling P for
WHEEL signing off.
Gram-Gram, come home, wherever
you are.
DISPATCHERCar ,
suspicious man outside bank.
GRAM-GRAMYee-haw!
Forget boring bank robberies,
tune all cars to WHEEL, rock and
roll so good it’s criminal.
Ooh, I could go for a guy in a
uniform.
Yeah.
Darn, I was down to a size
one and I gained it all back.
What do you think?
I think it’s strange that
there’s prune juice but no
raisin juice.
No, about my radio station.
This is a radio station?
That’s great, because I got a
band.
Don’t ask him.
He can’t tell you if you don’t
ask him.
PUPPETA band, Mr. Jimmy?
What’s its name?
Glad you asked, Pelswood.
We’re called Smack O’ Froggin’
Beetle Grabber.
Why’s that, Mr. Jimmy?
We figure we’ll get the
Beatle fans and the Smack O’
Froggin’ Grabber fans.
I’m turning the lights out
now.
We got the name, the tour
bus, the outfits, hairdos, video
director.
We just have to decide if it’s
the blue or the red candy that
we don’t want in the backstage
snack bowls.
When can we hear your tour
dates announced on the radio,
Mr. J?
(Wheelchair buzzing)
(Bells jangling)
GRAM-GRAMHa!
PELSWICKThis is WHEEL,
radio that rules, ’cause there
are no rules!
Floor it, ice cream boy.
I was born to be wild.
Ah!
♪
That was the Squeegees, a
band made up of carwash
employees from right here in
Bayview.
Cool tunes.
So, you thinkin’ later you’re
gonna do remotes and cool promo
giveaways like Boyd does?
Boyd?
On his radio station.
Boyd has a radio station?
♪ Hey Bully!
You’re listening to KBULY,
bully radio, live at Bayview
Park.
It’s a beautiful day for
humiliating small children and
making girls cry.
And a chicken-legged kid who
looks like his mother cut his
hair is up.
Huh?
BOYDLooks like an easy out.
Oh, and the batter’s pants just
fell down!
Strike one!
And he’s not wearin’ any
underwear!
I am, too!
He’s tellin’ lies on the
radio!
Actually, he’s doubling your
ratings on the radio.
He had the brilliant idea of
broadcasting on the same
frequency kids pick up with
their fillings and dental
retainers.
BOYDNow he’s being beaten
up by his sister.
KIDI am not!
BOYDHis little sister!
Strike three!
♪ Hey Bully!
PELSWICKWe’ve got to
compete!
I need remotes, news,
interviews, hand-less kids who
can’t bat!
WHEEL, free ice cream to
every listener.
Uh, who’s running your radio
station now?
I put on some ’s art rock
band.
That song’s got another hour and
a half to go.
MANAnother drum solo, man,
yeah.
It’s a stop sign, Goon.
It doesn’t change to green.
Oh, yeah.
How would you guys like your
own radio shows?
Really?
I’d finally have a forum for my
thought-provoking, controversial
opinions?
Actually, vanilla ice cream
isn’t plain ice cream, vanilla
is a flavour.
(Cheering)
How ’bout you, Goon?
Sure.
Ace, could I borrow some of your
opinions?
And another thing, why are they
called sidewalks when they’re in
front of your house?
Answer me that!
And another thing, why are they
called sidewalks when you can
run on them?
My demographic research shows
he’s doing very well among
people obsessed with sidewalks.
Uh huh.
And everyone else?
They’re listening to the
"Nick and Joe Show" on KBULY.
♪ Hey Bully!
You’re listening to-- the
radio.
And now, I’ll-- I’ll read what
it says on the microphone.
Uh, “Do not submerge in water.”
Yeah.
This is so bad it’s actually
good.
Bad.
If that’s what the public
wants, I know two people who
are way stranger together than
Nick and Joe.
♪ WHEEL radio!
"Take My Advice with Julie
and Sandra."
Who’s our first caller?
GIRLUm, I’m having a
problem with my boyfriend, an--
Like, dump him.
(Dial tone humming)
This advice thing’s a snap!
This is my show, too, Sandra.
Perhaps I might have a word with
our callers?
What for?
You’d, like, agree with me if
you had any sense at all.
Not only do I have sense, I
have-- your chair!
(Sandra screaming)
(Crashing)
This is awful.
But according to my limited
research based on checking
ambulance radios as they drive
away from Burger Barrel, we’re
averaging extra listeners an
hour!
Great!
I wonder who else is listening.
JULIEWe now pause for
station identification.
♪ WHEEL radio!
And to pull each other’s hair
like this!
(Shrieking)
I’m getting illegal
transmissions out of-- looks
like Bayview.
Don’t worry, sir.
Our radar van will track ’em
down, and then--
♪
(Gasping)
You’re listening to WHEEL,
hours a day, we never sleep.
(Laughing)
Going hours means you’ve
captured % of the overnight
market.
Great.
How many people is that?
Um, you.
You’re the only one up that
late.
We have to keep making it
better.
We’ve got to stay ahead of Boyd.
All right, here’s the WHEEL
traffic report.
There’s a blue car coming down
the street towards me and it’s
slowing down.
Looks like it might stop.
No, wait a minute, that’s my car
and it’s parked in my driveway.
Sorry.
Thanks for filling in, Dad.
Sandra and Julie are up next.
Where are they?
Sandra and Julie aren’t here,
but does anyone have a problem
they want to talk about with
Quentin?
A problem?
Anyone?
(Phone ringing)
Yes, hello.
What’s your problem?
BOYDMy problem is your
crummy station!
Everyone listen to KBULY
instead!
Now, here’s some music.
♪
We’ve got to get a time delay.
How does that work, anyway?
You say things seconds
before you think of them.
You do that, anyway.
PELSWICKCall from Julie
Smockford.
Can’t come back until we clean
garage because of allergies.
Call from Sandra Scoddle.
Won’t come back until she gets
hairstylist, private dressing
room, sauna, sauna
air-conditioner in case sauna
gets too hot.
(Sighing)
I wonder what Boyd’s up to.
BOYDIt’s KBULY radio!
Number one or else!
And here’s our new advice show
host Mandra Moddle.
Thank you, Boyd.
Welcome to the "Mandra Moddle
Show," better advice because
it’s not watered down by a vain,
know-nothing who knows
absolutely zilch but keeps
hogging the mike anyway!
(Hemming)
Boyd, ice tea, chop-chop.
She sounds familiar.
Oh, man!
I’m losing it here!
Nonsense, it’s not like you
have conversations with guardian
angels that other people can’t
see.
Mr. Jimmy, I’m kind of busy.
Unless you’ve got advice on how
I can strengthen my signal or
get my deejays to show up--!
As I was saying about my
band, things are groovin’, man.
We had our first photo session.
Picked out the height for our
platform shoes.
We’re thinking four inches.
We’ve hired an entourage, a
manager, and an ex-manager to
rip us off.
We’ve decided what cars to buy
when we’re famous.
I’m gonna have two, with one
that only goes in reverse for
backing out of the garage.
Pelswick, are you listening
to your own station?
GOONThis is Goon Gunderson
at city hall, where federal
officials are announcing a
crackdown on pirate radio
broadcasts.
Here’s a comment from a
scary-looking guy in uniform.
When we zero in on these
perps, it’s gonna be lights out.
Wouldn’t that be sounds out?
What?
What are you gonna do?
The important thing is not to
panic.
They work for the government.
It will take them weeks of
highly paid overtime to track
down our signal.
From city hall, this is Goon
Gunderson, throwing it back to
our pirate transmitter at
Willow Avenue, Bayview.
(Screaming)
♪ Wheel radio!
PELSWICKHurry, they’ll be
here any second!
That was some music followed
by-- some other music.
JULIEPull out the cord.
No, we can’t go off the air
while Boyd’s still transmitting.
Pelswick, we can’t go into
hiding if we’re attached to your
house.
Actually, my dad has a gas
generator.
We don’t need the scanner.
All we got to do is follow that
bozo, he’ll lead us right to
’em.
Which way was Pelswick’s
house again?
♪
JULIEAm not!
SANDRAAre too!
JULIEAm not!
SANDRAAre too!
All right, commercial time.
Everyone listen to the
"Mandra Moddle Show" on KBULY!
You can’t advertise the
competition!
Can too!
Cannot!
I could’ve sworn his house
was right here.
This can’t be right.
One of the pirate transmitters
is moving!
JULIEHave not!
SANDRAHave too!
JULIEHave not!
BOYDNow, here’s the bully
body-odour-taunting report.
Ronald Farthing smells like
garbage!
The breath of Bob McClure could
drive a rat out of a sewer!
(Panting)
Radio cops!
They’re tracing illegal
transmitters!
You’ve got to dump this stuff!
Nuh-uh!
The people I took this off of
paid a lot of money for it!
And no way am I quitting while
Pelswick’s still on the air.
Hey, that kid Ace’s father
has a gas generator.
♪
Keep it tuned right here,
’cause-- in the next hour we’re
giving away--
-- a thing that’s kind of brown
and bendy.
Could be either a very old
banana or a finger from a
baseball glove.
Which way do you live?
That way.
GOONThanks.
♪
We’re back!
You know who’s really pathetic?
Julie Smockford!
Hey!
This is Mandra Moddle saying
don’t you believe it.
Julie might be a hopeless jerk
sometimes, but-- like-- she’s my
best friend.
JULIESandra Scoddle!
You’re Mandra Moddle?
This is Mulie Mockford saying
take this Mandra Moddle!
(Shouting)
PELSWICKGuys, slow down!
Guys!
(Screeching)
♪
(Crashing)
JIMMYHow do you like my
autograph-signing pen?
Enough!
I give up!
Just give me your single and
I’ll play it.
We don’t have a single.
We still have to learn how to
play our instruments.
What?
You’ve got a video director and
an autograph pen, and you
haven’t learned to play yet?
You’re doing it all backwards!
Don’t you know the music’s the
most important-- part-- of it.
I guess I sort of forgot why I
started doing this in the first
place, huh?
It was for the music.
♪
And that’s the last tune we have
time for.
You’re listening to Alcatraz
Middle School campus radio.
Stay right here for the Boyd
Scullrazo humiliating gossip
hour, then the Julie, Sandra,
Nick, and Joe confusion hour,
followed up by VP Zeigler
describing his favourite socks
in order of comfiness.
Oh, and if anyone’s seen Goon
Gunderson, please report to the
office.
GOONPelswick!
(Echoing)
Pelswick!
(Echoing)
You’re way over-watering your
lawn, man!
(Croaking)
Hey, frog.
♪