03x09 - Muscular Beaver 4/Act Your Age

[bunniefuu]

[ Lively dance music playing]

♪ A-a-a-angry beavers

♪ Beavers.

[ Toilet flushes]

[ Daggett cries out gleefully]

[ Giggles]

Fishing boat: check.

Now... Bum, bum, bum... Toe-bots!

We are toe-bots!

Boink.

We are mighty!

We are not buoyant.

[ Toilet flushes]

[ Daggett yelps]

[ Giggles delightedly]

Toe-bots: check!

Daggywort, daggle- laggle-dingle pooh!

By any chance have you seen my...?

[ Gasps] what are you doing?!

I'm exploring...

[ Hums fateful theme]: bum, bum, bum...

The unknown!

[ Flushes]

[ Hums fateful theme]: bum, bum, bum...

You cretidilous moronicus.

And as you can see

There is still so much unknown

To... Unknow.

Normally, dag, I'd try to douse

This toxic blaze of insanity you call a...

[ Snickers]

Good idea, with every tool at my disposal.

But today

I've got other bark to fry.

It's hair-just-righty day

Sponsored by the good people

Of the hair care products industry.

Uh, but my hair's always just righty.

So if you're looking for me, I don't want you to know

I'll be upstairs working on my do.

Did you see my comb?

Yep, right between the roll of pennies and the fuzzy slippers.

Dropped like a rock.

Blu-sha!

[ Giggles]

You flushed my comb?

Yep.

You flushed my...

Yep.

You...

Yep.

Fortunately for you

I've moved on to a salon-style styling brush.

Uh-huh... That went down

Between the horse's liver and the windup monkey.

You chimp.

Okay, who goes next into...

Bum, bum, bum... The unknown?

I nominate you.

[ Grunts]

Stupid mime.

Stupid mime!

[ Growling]

Oh, how pretty and blue, and what a fresh, clean scent.

[ Sniffs]

[ Water rushing]

[ Quavers]

[ Insides slosh]

Oh, boy.

Hey, mr. Jazzbo, koo-koo cat, brother.

One word: schnazzy.

Yeah, but it's not just right.

[ Knock at door]

Who's there?

Open up, I got to use the toilet.

No can do, daggie doopers.

Why not?

Don't do it here.

I got to do my business.

Take your "do" and get you gone.

No!

I bid you "a-do."

[ Chuckles]

See, I'm trying to get my hair just righty

Which is not as easy as it sounds.

But I got to go!

Then go downstairs.

No, I can't, I can't.

Oh? And why not?

Uh, uh... There's a mime stuck

In the unknown.

Ooh.

Sorry, dag, you only get to break one toi-toi a day.

[ Yelping]

So hold it, until I'm done.

I can't.

I'm going to burst a gut or something.

You're just going to have to wait your turn

For this bathroom.

[ Grunting loudly]

[ Yelps]

[ Water dripping]

[ Yelps]

Me?

Mm-hmm... Nope.

[ Gasps]

Nope.

Hmm, no.

Nope, still not just righty.

[ Yelping]

Stupid mime!

[ Gurgles]

[ Yells]

That's it!

[ Growls]

I say ten-hut!

Nope.

Hmm, somehow it always seems almostrighty

But never quite justrighty.

Huh?

[ Yelps]

Hey!

[ Grunts]

Come on, jump.

Aha!

Nope, no, no, no.

That's just wronga.

[ Rumbling]

What the...?

[ Drain burps]

[ Grunting]

[ Flushing]

[ Yells]

My hair!

Hey, not bad.

[ Groans]

There.

Now, that's just rightya.

That's it!

Die, potty, die!

Hmm, I better take that with me.

I may need to do a touchup.

[ Gasps]

Daggett!

Stupid flow pipe...

My hair-- watch my hair.

My hair!

What did you do to the dam?

Hey, what did you do to your hair?

Well, it's only just rightya.

[ Yelling]

Hey, hey, hey.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

I waited my turn.

Too late.

This is now my very own styling commode.

Yeah, whatever.

I just need it for a minute.

No.

[ Moans]

Oh, painful moan from bladder pain.

And stop shaking the boat.

Yeah, but I can't hold it anymore.

Whoa, the hair!

Must keep hair healthy, shiny

And delightfully manageable.

I'm sorry, norb.

I got to do my business.

If you won't let me use your "styling commode"

I'm heading to the pond.

No! Not in the pond!

We swim in it.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, dag, you stay out of my bathroom

And go I'll fix your...

Dun, dun, dun... Unknown.

Oh, norbie.

[ Grunting]

Stupid marine life.

[ Clinking]

That's it?

You fixed it?

Yep.

That was nuts.

Let me try it.

No, dag, don't.

[ Yelps]

Norbert: this is it.

We're going down.

Daggett: into the...

Bum, bum, bum... Great unknown.

I mean, un-k-nown.

[ Whimpering]

Look at your hair.

You had to flush, didn't you?

Yeah, well...

[ Stammering]

Well, none of this would have happened

If you'd just let me use your toi-toi.

I was getting my hair just righty!

But your hair is always just righty.

It... Ooh, really?

[ Stammers excitedly]

You think so?

[ Mimics stammering]

I know so.

Ooh.

Ooh.

[ Bubbling]

Here, you've held it in long enough.

Oh, that's okay.

You go ahead.

Oh, no-- I don't, I don't need to.

What do you mean?

I don't need to anymore

Thanks to the bum, bum, bum, big unknown.

The what?

The big unknown.

No, you did...

You let it rip in the big unknown?

Oh, yeah.

No!

Yeah, baby.

I'm a-going to k*ll you, uh-huh.

[ Snoring]

Rise and shine, dag o' mine!

Time to get cracking, time to get packing.

[ Laughs]

What in the name of aunt eileen's cabbageless coleslaw

Is going on?

Get packed, dagga-lagga- ding-dong.

We're hitting the road.

Really? We're... We're... Road trip?

Coolarino!

Where we going?

Tahiti? Milano? French lick, indiana?

We're not going on vacation-ay.

We're pulling up stakes

Packing it in, closing up shop

Vacating the praymises

Blowing this pop stand.

We're going to make like a tree and...

Bark?

No, leave.

We're moving on!

It's time to build a new dam-- come on, let's do it.

Excusez-moi,brotherer, but why would we build a new dam

When this one is so perfectamundo?

Because I got the instinct!

[ Guffaws]

Dag, all beavers get it.

It's that urg to move out and build a new dam

Urgaging us alonga.

Remember what dad told us

Before we left home?

Don't let the door hit you

Where ma nature split you?

Besides that.

[ Screams]

Beaver fact number :

The instinct can strike at any time

And cannot be stopped.

You see, boys, a beaver's work is never done.

Any beaver worth his musk works his tail off.

We finish a dam, then we get the urg and build a new one.

And once you've got the urg, you've got the urg.

That's why we're busy as a beaver.

[ Laughs wheezily]

Get it?

Come on, a little beaver humor--

Lighten up.

Now, beaver fact number :

Girls.

Ew!

All beavers get the moving instinct, doofus.

One day it'll hit you

Like a burly stevedore blowing kisses.

Instinct?

I don't have no stinking instinct.

And I don't have no stinking urgas either.

"All beavers get the instinct," mr. Doofus, esquire--

Whatever that means.

"One day it'll hit you like a burly stevedore blowing kisses."

Ew!

Norbert beaver, you pack one more thing, and...

Got to move, dagabond.

Caramba...!

Okay, take it up, trixie.

You want to move?

Me and me stuff

Is staying here with me.

[ Robotically]: must pack dag's stuff.

[ Yelps]

Norbert b. Beaver, unhand my stuff right now!

[ Robotically]: must... Move.

[ Grunting]

Must...

Move.

Hey, look, you forgot to pack your erector set.

[ Laughs triumphantly]

[ Robotically]: thank you.

[ Horn honking]

Must... Move.

[ Grunts]

[ Horn honking]

Must... Move.

[ Tires squealing]

[ Grunts]

All right, norbert, you asked for it!

[ Sobbing]: please don't make me go!

I'll re-twig the dam forever.

I'll let you have the remote control for a year.

I'll give you one of my livers.

Please!

[ Whimpering]

We sure had some good times in this dam, didn't we, dag?

I'm really going to miss old stump...

And barry...

And the binkster...

And trucky...

No.

And... [ Sighs] treeflower.

Oh, boy, I wish we could stay.

And once you've got the urg, you've got...

Don't listen to that talking bubble-dad-guy urg thingy.

Don't you understand, dag?

I've got the instanct in me.

Well, the instanct stanks!

You think this is a lifestyle choice?

I'm sure glad I don't have to say good-bye

To those guys in person.

Here, hold this picture of our friends

That I don't want to leave.

I'm going to return this harvester

To e-i-e-i-o farm implement rental

And when I get back, we are leaving

So don't try anything like...

Having our friends over.

Hey, wait, I'm getting an idea.

[ Front outside]: well, alert the media.

[ Door slams]

Okay, daggie, it's time to ramble.

[ With british accent]: oh, farewell

Me dear friends.

I'd give anythang

To stay and frolic with thee and thou

And you and thus, hither and yon.

But we're beavers, and a-damming we must go-- signed, "anon."

Oh, hello, norbie.

Our friends came for a tearful yet sad good-bye

And to say they wish we weren't moving

Which, by the way, we don't have to do.

If you have a sudden changeof heart...

I just want to give me friends

Something of meen to remember meen by.

Think of me, friends, when you use it.

Please, don't cry.

Look, norb, they brought us presents.

Presents?

Alas, alack, a lot.

That idiot.

A sob... [ Snorts]

We'll never find friends like this again.

Nope.

No matter where we run.

Nowhere.

Which, by the way, we are under no legal obligation to do.

A strobe light, a pogo stick-- wow!

And slot cars!

You guys are the best.

Tape? Boxes? Change-of-address cards?

Hey, if I didn't know better

I'd say you guys wanted me to leave.

Oh, yeah?

Well, with friends like this, who needs...

You?

Friends!

What's... Happening to me?

Feeling... Conflicted.

I don't know, norbert.

I'm just a country beaver.

Folks must move...

Follow urg... But I don't want to...

Must build dam... But my friends.

Okay, I'll make it easy for you.

Daggett: all right, you losers...

Get out of here.

You take your cheesy presents and make tracks.

[ Babbling]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's motor, baby.

Come on, urg-face.

Time to moive on.

Schnap out of it!

Thanks, dag, i... I needed that.

[ Panting]

Uh...

Wait a minute.

That's it?

Yep, I moved the dam.

That's it?

My instinct's been satisfied.

That's it?

Hey, everybody!

That's it?

It's time for a little housewarming party-cha.

That's it?

That's it?

Hey, you guys, hey, I'm back, too.

Guys, it's me, your old pal daggie.

Hey, hey, are you guys mad because I told you to spoot off?

Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha.

That was just my stupid beaver

Tell-everybody-to-spoot-off instinct.

[ With british accent]: oh, my friends are so nice.

Boy, are they nice.

[ Wheedling]: come on, let me in, please.