03x06 - All You Need Is Narf/Pinky's Plan

[bunniefuu]

Gee, Brain, what do you
want to do tonight?

Same thing we do
every night, Pinky.

Try to take over the world.

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Yes, Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ One is a genius ♪

♪ The other's insane ♪

♪ They're
laboratory mice ♪

♪ Their genes
have been spliced ♪

♪ They're dinky ♪

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, brain, brain ♪

♪ Brain, brain, brain,
brain, brain ♪

♪ Before each night
is done ♪

♪ Their plan
will be unfurled ♪

♪ By the dawning
of the sun ♪

♪ They'll take over
the world ♪

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Yes, Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Their twilight campaign ♪

♪ Is easy to explain ♪

♪ To prove
their mousy worth ♪

♪ They'll overthrow
the Earth ♪

♪ They're dinky ♪

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, brain, brain ♪

♪ Brain, brain, brain, brain. ♪

[Pinky]
Narf!

[Radio] ♪ I am tall
and you are small ♪

♪ And we are plaid ♪

♪ And I am Uncle Vanya ♪

♪ You are the doorknob ♪

♪ He is the milkman ♪

♪ I am the cheesebag ♪

♪ Boop-boop-a-doop! ♪

Grr.

I can't hear
myself think, Pinky.

Turn down
those hooting caterwaulers.

Oh, they're not the Hooting Caterwaulers,
Brain. Poit.

They're the Feebles.

Four fresh-faced
Liverpudlian mop-tops

who've taken the world by storm.

Merely a group
of dissonant amateurs, Pinky.

Taking the world by storm
requires precision planning

and technical innovation
of the highest caliber,

such as that displayed
in my latest creation.

Oooh! Zort!

Would that be electric
tie-dyed lollipops?

A colorful suggestion,
Pinky, but no.

I call my new invention
the lava lamp.

People will be infatuated

by the colorful
lava-like matter it spews.

As they look on
in stupefied awe,

every room will fill
with our ersatz lava,

which will then harden
and trap the public.

With the masses unable to move,

I will step in
and take over the world.

Oh, Brain.
You are the cheesebag.

Boop-boop-a-doop.
Poit.

But in order
to carry out my plan,

we need to find massive quantities
of sandalroot,

an aromatic herb
normally used as incense,

that grows only in India.

It is the catalyst which causes
the fake lava in the lamp to overflow.

Oooh! I can't wait,
Brain! Zort!

Oh, but, no, no.

What if we go
all the way to India

and all they have is ink?

Then people wouldn't
get stuck in the lava,

they'd just get horribly,
horribly stained.

Pinky, I believe
the contemporary counterculture

has infested
the Petri dish of your mind.

Ooooh! Narf out!

My point exactly, Pinky.

And now, as the kids would say,

we're about to take a...
groovy trip to India

by the fastest
conveyance available.

A yellow submarine?

No, Pinky.

We shall mail ourselves
to Acme Labs in New Delhi.

Oooh! Just like
that Feebles' song,

The Mystical Majesty Trip.

♪ Climb in ♪

♪ Climb in
to the mystical box... ♪

Eeep!

Unh.

Unh.

[Brain] Why are we making
so many stops?

I should have paid the extra 79 cents
for express handling.

[Pinky] Relax, Brain.

Have some more of these
delicious airline peanuts.

Those are Styrofoam
packing peanuts, Pinky.

Oh.

Oooh! Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aooh!

Oooh. Aah.

Poit.
That was a groovy trip.

- Yes...
- No.

It's a pity the trip
wasn't longer.

A few of my bones
are still intact.

[Man] Spices.

Spices for sale.
Spices!

I must have sandalroot
for the guru.

Aah. Yes.

So many people are going
to see the guru,

that I have but one packet left.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Did you hear that, Pinky?

The local guru
has all the sandalroot.

This man will lead us to him.

Great Maharishi.

Huh.
At last I have... huh?

"Out to meditate"?

My, my.
This is a great disaster.

I have come all this way,

and now I shall not
have the answer to my question.

Poit! What question?

Why are we here?

Oh, well. Zort.

I don't know about you,

but I always find myself
in the strangest places

when Brain wants
to take over the world.

Pinky, be quiet.

Yes, of course.

Why did I not see this?

The Brain in its vanity

transports us to many
planes of existence.

Oooh! Nooo!

Brain didn't
transport us in a plane.

We came in a box.

A mystical majesty box.

This is a great truth.

The Brain is like a mystical box

that closes us inside ourselves.

[words of agreement]

You are wise beyond
your stature, oh, guru.

Guru? Narf! Where?

Such modesty.

Please let us bow before you.

Ah, that will not be necessary.

The, uh, guru asks only
for your sandalroot.

[expressions of thanks]

Pinky, are you pondering
what I'm pondering?

I think so, Brain.

But if we give peas a chance,

Won't the lima beans
feel left out?

For some unfathomable reason,

these people actually think
that you possess wisdom.

Pinky, from this moment on,

you will assume the role of...

Mean Mr. Ketchup?

No, Pinky.

The guru Mouse-Arishi.

Just keep dispensing
your blockheaded banalities,

and before long we'll have
all the sandalroot we need

to take over the world.

I'll do my best.

Troz!

Please, I need to see
the Mouse-Arishi immediately.

Hmm. The Mouse-Arishi
is awaiting his 9:00.

Perhaps we could squeeze
you in around 3:00.

I'll give you 12 bags
of sandalroot.

My, look at the time.



Thank you.
Thank you.

I simply must hear
the Mouse-Arishi's great wisdom.

Back at home,
I have a lollipop I talk to.

Oh, yes.

Sometimes, when I feel
all giggly-wiggly,

I sing him a little song.

Zort!

Right on!

Far out!

This is Walter Concrete
with the evening news.

In India, a tiny guru,
the Mouse-Arishi,

has become the spiritual leader

of the self-proclaimed
flower power generation.

Celebrities, jet-setters,
and just plain folk

have come from around
the world to visit the Mouse-Arishi.

You are one coo-coo cat.

Me?
[laughs]

Oh, no,
Mr. Frank.

Narf!
I'm a mouse.

That is some cool
and groovy wisdom

you are layin' on the world,

my hep little friend.

Even the Feebles,

those four fresh-faced
Liverpudlian mop-tops

who have taken
the world by storm,

have laid their sandalroot
before the Mouse-Arishi.

♪ All you eat is lunch ♪

♪ All you drink is punch ♪

♪ You don't have time
to munch ♪

♪ Brunch ♪

♪ All you eat is lunch. ♪

Ok, Feebles, your time is up.

Pinky, you have to
keep seeing new clients.

We have almost
enough sandalroot.

But, Brain, I can't
see any more clients

for the next 6 months.

What?

Isn't it wonderful?

We're going to have
a 6-month sing-in

so that everyone in the world

will learn to love each other
and brush their teeth.

These tranquil mountains
are the perfect place to show the world

the power of love
and dental hygiene.

Yeah, man, it's good to get away

from all those screaming girls.

It's so peaceful here.

Yes, peaceful.

Tranquil.

[Bongo]
It's so quiet.

There's no screaming.

I'm ruined.

You look so sad.

I will sing you my happy song.

♪ Eeee-ooww! ♪

♪ Eee-yow-eeee! ♪

Who... are... you?

I have come to see the guru

and sing my beautiful song.

♪ Eeee-oowww! ♪

♪ Eeee-oowww! ♪

♪ Eee-yow-eeee! ♪

Go away.
The guru isn't seeing anybody.

Ohh.
Then I will sing my sad song.

♪ Eee-owowo-eee ♪

♪ Ooowwww-ee... ♪

On second thought...

♪ Eee-owow-ee
ooowwww-eee... ♪

She's awful.

She's terrible.

She can't sing.

I love her.

Yoyo Nono, meet the Feebles.

I will sing my love song.

♪ Owoooo!
Eee-oowww-yee! ♪

The music world
was stunned today

by the announcement
that the Feebles,

those four fresh-faced
Liverpudlian mop-tops

who've taken the world by storm,

will be disbanding.

It seems that Jim,
the lonely Feeble,

has run off to marry
performance artist

and really bad singer,
Yoyo Nono.

Angry fans stormed the retreat
of the Guru Mouse-Arishi,

whom they blame
for introducing the couple.

The Mouse-Arishi
and his assistant

Were forced to flee
for their lives.

[angry shouts]

Well, Pinky,

at least we have two and a half tons
of sandalroot.

When this all blows over,

we can go back and get it.

Troz.
I don't think so, Brain.

Jim and Yoyo took it
all back to England

for Yoyo's latest
performance piece.

What?

♪ What we are singing ♪

♪ Is take off your pants ♪

[Walter Concrete]
Here in a small haberdasher's in London,

former feeble Jim Lemmon
and his bride Yoyo Nono

are holding a demonstration

to teach the world
to live without pants,

like their teacher,
the Mouse-Arishi.

Pants are oppressive, man!

Yoyo's sandalroot sculpture

Symbolizes the freedom
of living pants-less.

♪ Yeee-owwww... ♪

[Brain]
Turn off that TV, Pinky.

We have to mail ourselves
back to Acme Labs, U.S.A.,

and prepare to take advantage
of the next youth fad.

Why, Brain?

What are we going
to do during the next youth fad?

Same thing we do during
every youth fad, Pinky.

Try to take over the world.

[Feebles]
♪ They're dinky ♪

♪ They're Pinky ♪

♪ And the Brain ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

[Pinky] I have blisters
on my fingers.

Ooooh!

Narf!

Ooh. Uhh.

Eee. Ohh.

Ooh!

Oh, Brain.

I thought I was
having a nightmare.

But it's just you

working out
in a purple t*nk top.

Brain in a t*nk top!
Aaah!

Thank you for that
shriek of encouragement, Pinky.

You're welcome.
Poit!

I'm trying to slow
the aging process.

Do you know what today is?

Um...

the day we spackle
the cracks in my Brain with SPAM?

That would be a waste
of good SPAM.

No.
Today is the day

that marks my arrival
into this world.

Brain!

It's your birthday?

Oooh, you're one...

Uh, what comes after one, Brain?

Two, Pinky.

I'm two years old today.

Narf.

Starting to get that middle-age,
flabby, saggy, baggy,

wiggly-jiggly, paunchy
thingy, eh, Brain?

Uh, ha ha ha ha.

Well, what a jolly,
fun summation

of my corporeal decay.

Look at this!
A raisin!

I found it this morning
hiding under one of my jowls.

It's probably been there
for months.

Um...

are you going to eat that?

No, I'm on a diet.
Here.

My whole face
is bulging and drooping.

How does this make me look?

Lovely, Brain!
Zort.

Sort of nouveau Hello Kitty.

That tears it, Pinky.

We'll hear nothing more
about birthdays.

Poit.

Does that mean
no presents, Brain?

Yes. I still
haven't found a use

for this half a button
you gave me last year.

Oooooh.

Oh, it's such a pretty,
shiny button, Brain.

Don't you like it?

I appreciate the thought, Pinky.

But the only thing I want
in the world is...

the world!

Egad.

I don't know where
to get that, Brain.

Besides, how would I wrap it up?

Then let me finish suffering
through my workout in peace.

Hmm. What'll I do
for the rest of the day?

I don't care, Pinky.

Just surprise me
and stay out of trouble.

Surprise you?

Oh, that's brilliant, Brain!

Troz! Um, are you pondering
what I'm pondering?

What did you say, Pinky?

Oh, nothing, Brain.
Ha ha ha ha.

Now I'm starting
to hear things, too.

"Where... Chunky Cheezey."
Zort!

Oh, Brain will like that.

Ooooh, I've never thrown
a surprise party before.

I've never thrown anything
except food pellets.

And where will I find
happy party hats?

Hmmm.

Ahem.

Brain! Unh.

Sorry, Brain.

There was a, um...

fly on your head.

Unh.

Sorry, Pinky.
There was a...

stupid look on your face.

What were you doing
at my chalkboard?

Uh, uh...

I was, um, tracing my hand,
Brain.

Yeah, you know, drawing,

um, um, hands.
Zort.

Ha ha ha.

Um, by the way, Brain,
what is your hat size?

Pinky, if you're
going to act sillier than usual,

which in itself is a feat,

do it quietly.

I'm going to meditate.

Rightio, Brain.

Poit!

Now to invite
all the world leaders.

Let's see...
The National Inquisitor.

[Woman] Hello?

All-night party?

Toast our Brain?

Is this Roger?

Forget it, buster.

Oh, well, his loss.
Narf!

Now, who's next?

Yassir Arafat.

No!

Nyet!

No, eh?

There's going to be
plastic balls and chocolate cake...

[Man] No!

Oh, too bad.

Ok. Bye,
Mr. Sonny Bono.

Oh, dear.

Nobody can come
to Brain's party.

Narf!
I'm a failure.

How come I never get
any important messages?

Party at Chunky Cheezey tonight?

I'm there.

He's going to a party tonight?

Well, if he's going, I'm going.

Chunky Cheezey?

Whoa, anywhere food goes,
Boris goes.

What do you think, Pinky?

Does this make me look younger?

Hmm? Turn this way.

You know, actually, Brain,

it makes you look
a little like Richard Simmons.

Troz!

That's it!

I'm canceling my membership

in the Hair Club for Mice.

[knock on door]

Now what?

Who is it?

Oof! Hey, hey!
Ho, ho!

"Mr. Pinky, Mr. Pinky,
Mr. Pinky, Mr. Pinky."

These are all
for Mr. Pinky.

Oh, that would be me.

I mean,
I'm Mr. Pinky. Zort!

You know, it's probably
just junk mail. Narf!

I'll get rid of it right away.

Ooh. Waaah!

Ha ha ha ha.
Oh, joy.

What lovely luck.
Troz!

These heads of state
are coming to Brain's party, after all.

I do hope they bring
their bodies of state.

- [knock on door]
- Pinky?

Pinky!
I know you're in there.

I demand to know
what's going on.

Um, just having
a little chat with the...

cleaning products.
Poit.

Be out in a jiff, Brain.

Brain?

Hmm...

Who?

World leaders.

"World leaders.
Chunky Cheezey?

Tonight."

My best friend
is out to betray me.

Pinky taking over the world?

Without me?

Et tu, Pinkus?

[Brain]
How could this happen?

My only friend
about to betray me.

Just when you think
you know someone,

he tries to take over the world

right under your nose.

Ha!

Over my rapidly improving,

still nubile body.

If Pinky thinks
he can steal my destiny,

he's wrong.

Here, Brain.

When you're done
talking to yourself,

why don't you meet me
at this address at 7:00 p.m.

Don't come before 7:00
or you'll spoil the plan.

Poit! Ha ha ha.

Oh, I won't show up
before 7:00.

But a certain
Mr. Richard Simmons will.

[Crowd]
Bubba! Bubba! Bubba!

[cheering]

Twelve pizzas!

Top that, Boris.

[belches]

[Boris Yetis]
Not now, Billy-boy Bubba.

I'm too busy doing
my wacky dance.

Oh, you world leaders
are so much fun. Zort!

I can't wait for another game
of pin the maple leaf

on Brain Mulroney.
Ha ha ha.

[laughter]

Now everybody...

Boris, thank you.

If I could just have your attention
for a moment, please.

I'd like to tell you
about my friend, the Brain.

He has them in the palm
of his hand.

What Machiavellian self-promotion
could he be feeding them?

Then he found a raisin
under his jowl.

And he gave it to me!

[sobbing]

And that is my selfless,
smart, pudgy friend, the Brain.

And it would mean so much
to him if today,

on his birthday,

you would hand over
your countries to him. Narf!

Like it says on my refrigerator,

"Love is dot dot dot."

Hmm.
I do not know.

The country's kind
of an important thing, eh?

Oooh, but he's really,
really smart.

Think of all he can do
for the world.

Think of the children.

Think of the puppies.

Think of Sally Struthers.

[crying]

He sounds like
the cream of the borscht.

Counting me in.

Hooray! Yeah!

I say, uh...

Here are the keys to my country.

Your Brain fellow
sounds like a jolly good chap.

Yeah, and besides,
that pizza was tasty.

[affirmative murmurs]

Poit! Brain will
be so grateful.

Aha.

Everyone, meet Brain.

Looks more like
Richard Simmons to me.

Have you people lost your mind?

You fools!

Can't any of you multinational dolts
see that this so-called

Mr. Pinky is pulling
a fast one on you?

He's a devious traitor.

He's been plotting
behind my back,

planning this whole...

Birthday party?

Birthday party.
Yes. Birthday party?

Oh, yes, Brain.

And your gift is the world.

Surprise!
Narf.

Pinky, you did all this for me?

And now the world is...

Mine?

This is not puppy-loving
genius you tell us about!

I'll jolly well not turn my country
over to Richard Simmons.

Yeah! Yeah!

I'm not Richard Simmons.

I'm the Brain.

You are too Richard Simmons.

Hey, I knew all along
that thing was a wig.

I'm an idiot.

Ha ha ha ha.
So am I. Troz!

Want some cake?

I don't deserve
a friend like you, Pinky.

Ha ha ha ha.
Narf!

What do you want to do

for your birthday
next year, Brain?

Same thing I do
every birthday, Pinky.

Try to take over the world.

♪ They're dinky ♪

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, brain,
brain, brain, brain. ♪

[music playing]