03x12 - Doug and the Yard of Doom/Doug's Garage Band

[bunniefuu]

[ Yelps]

[ Barks]

[ Electric guitar playing]

[ Man singing scat]

[ Barks]

Cool! Whoa!

[ Thwack]

[ Barks]

Doug:
dear journal, it started out
as any normal weekend.

Patti invited skeeter and me

To try out the new super
screaming wacky whizzer.

Got it!

Patti:
great pass,
skeeter!

Heads up-- whizzing at you.

[ Puffing]

[ Grunts]

[ Toy whizzing]

[ Grunts]:
I got it!

Coming at you, patti.

Wow, good arm, doug!

[ Car horn beeps]

Oop, there's my dad.

It's time for my judo lesson.

Can we borrow
your wacky whizzer?

Sure!

See you!

[ Whizzing]

All right, doug,
go super long, man!

[ Whizzing]

Oh, man!

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Wait, don't,
that's the thompsons' yard.

Watch out for lady.

Huh?

Lady?

[ Hinge creaks]

[ Dog growls, then barks]

Lady!

[ Barking]

[ Footsteps]

[ Hinge creaks]

[ Barks]

That's me.

Hey!

[ Barks]

[ Yelps]

The adventures of race canyon,
whose nerves of steel

And iron will give him
trouble at the airport.

Race, with the help
of his companion, skeetari

Must retrieve
the golden whizzer of wacky

From the dreaded
caves of thompson.

You made it through
the lava pits

The deadly
razor spikes

And the treacherous
minefield without a scratch.

It was nothing,
skeetari.

I must retrieve that whizzer
for patricia.

Whoa!

Shh!

Be careful,
race.

It might be
booby-trapped.

Hmm.

Wow!

Aah!

Race!

Phew! That was close.

Now, only one
more obstacle

And the whizzer
is yours.

By the way, what is
the last obstacle?

[ Screams]

[ Growling, then barking]

Big dog, really big dog!

[ Barking]

Big dog...

Bigdog!

I tried
to tell you--

The thompsons have
a dog, lady.

That's not a dog,
that's a monster.

How will we get
patti's whizzer back?

Skeeter:
well, can you see
where it landed?

Nope.

[ Barking]

Doug:
oh, no,
there it is!

[ Barking]

It's on the edge of
the roof, skeeter.

We got to get it
before lady eats it.

[ Chomping]

Huh?
Huh?

Boy! If that dog ruins
patti's wacky whizzer

She'll k*ll us.

Let's move
her from it.

Sounds good, but how
are we going to do that?

What are we going to do, race?

What will we do?

Not to worry, skeetari.

We must distract this foul beast
to get to the whizzer.

Ah!

We have
something left

From the race
canyon adventure

Of the botswani
butcher we were on.

Ah! Here it is.

This meaty distraction
should do the trick.

[ Whistles signal]

Here, girl.

[ Barking]

It worked, race, it worked!

Got it!

We couldn't afford steak, so we
went for the next best thing.

[ Barking]

Oh, man!

[ Air escaping]

Okay, skeet,
forget the toy food.

Time for the carrot
on a string.

You said
that's salami.

Carrot on
a string means

We'll dangle this
in front of lady

While you get
the wacky whizzer.

Cool!

Go!

Why do I have to go in?

Because I'mdangling.

Okay.

[ Growling]

Doug, hey,
there you are!

[ Gasps]:
patti!

Why are you here?

I've been looking for you.

They canceled judo.

Let's play whizzer.

Sure, but not now.

Maybe I could
call you later.

Uh-oh!

Is something wrong, doug?

Wrong? No.

What could be wrong?

Whoa!

[ Growling]

Uh! Uh-oh!

Sure you're okay?

It's hot out.

Can't a guy sweat?

[ Growling]

Nice lady.

Good doggy!

No eat skeeter.

[ Growling]

Oh, I love what you've done
with your ribbon.

When skeeter returns,
we'll call you.

Ooh!

[ Growling]

Well, I guess I'll
see you around, then.

Sure thing, patti,
see you.

Skeeter!

[ Gasps]

Oh, no! You ate skeeter!

Just in time,
doug.

I'm almost out of clothes.

Just lucky
I wore two pairs
of socks today.

[ Sighing]

If skeeter and I wanted
to get past lady

We were going to need
a secret w*apon.

Got it.

[ Growling]

Uh-oh!

What will we do?

There's no getting
past her!

Not to worry.

Release the secret w*apon.

Not the
secret w*apon!

[ Growling]

Oh, yeah! None other.

Quick, skeetari,
we've no time to lose.

Ah! A trusty k*ller,
just in time.

[ Growling]

[ Growling]
[ screams]

[ Whimpering]

Uh-uh.

Come on, pal,
you must help us.

Listen, porkchop,
if you help us

I'll clean your
igloo for a month.

Hmm... Uh-uh.

Please?

You mean you'll do it?

When things were set

We began operation "get
patti's wacky whizzer back."

[ Friendly bark]

[ Gentle bark]

[ Growls]

[ Growling]

[ Sighs]

Watch it! Your foot,
your foot!

Get off my ear.

Ow! Whoa!

[ Clicks on romantic tune]

Whoa!

[ Making kissing noises]

Yes!

All right!

Uh-oh!

[ Growling]

[ Yelps]

Whoa! Hold on.

Stop squirming.

Hands on the deck.

[ Barking]

Skeeter:
head for the gate faster.

Look out! He's coming.

Whoa!

I'm going my fastest.

Hold it!

I can't see!

Move your hands!

Uh-oh!

Skeeter:
hold the head!

Whoa! Hold on, guys!

All:
whoa!

[ Crash]

[ Sighs]

Whoa!

We did it, man.

All right, yeah, cool!

[ Growling]

Huh?

[ Growling]

Quick, skeeter--
plan x.

Plan x?

Give her the whizzer.

Here, nice doggy.

Here you go, girl.

Oh!

[ Lady growling ferociously]

[ Doorbell rings]

Hey, guys!

Here.

What's this?

That's your new super
wacky whizzer, patty.

We threw it
into this yard

And tried
to get it back...

But a big dog
chewed it up.

We didn't mean it.

You guys should have
told me earlier.

I know.

I was embarrassed,
I guess.

You could have had another one.

Another one!?

My dad gets these
free from work.

Take a whole box of them.

If I had just told you

We wouldn't have had to go
through all that trouble?

I guess.

[ Both moan]

Doug... Skeeter,
are you okay?

Yoo-hoo, guys!

[ Drumming and scatting]

Banging on a trash can...

Drumming on a streetlight...

Yeah!

Can you keep it down?

Chop, tell me.

All right.

We know that
the beets started

In that garage
in liverpill.

My shed, right.

Look, doug,
chop lipman!

But before that, how did chop
lipman get interested in music?

Well, I'd just be hitting
a bowl or a cat

And me mum would say,
"clyde"-- my real name--

"Quit hitting that cat
or I'll smack you."

So me and the guys went
into the shed

And hit stuff until
we created "k*ller tofu"

Which skyrocketed us

To international celebrity,
didn't it?

And the rest
is history.

Right, isn't it?

Wow, doug,
that's just like us!

Hey, maybe
we could...

Yeah!

[ Banging]

Hey, do you mind?

I'm on the phone.

Start our own band!

[ Footsteps]

[ Hinge creaks]

[ Barks]

That's me.

Hey!

[ Barks]

[ Yelps]

It all started here in
this tiny garage in bluffington.

Long before the cereal boxes,
the magazine covers

The action figures, doug funnie
and skeeter valentine

Were just
ordinary kids

Kids who still
come back here

To find inspiration.

It's fun being a rock star,
but we still compose here.

Where do you get
your song ideas?

Oh, from anything,
like this plunger.

I might write this:

♪ Whoa! Plunger,
plunger, whoa! ♪

♪ Plunger, plunger

You know, like that.

Wow!

That afternoon, we started on
the road to rock megastardom.

We wrote and recorded
our first song.

♪ Bangin' on a trash can

♪ Drummin' on the streetlight

♪ Strummin' on my banjo

♪ One little voice
is calling me, calling me ♪

♪ One little voice
is calling me. ♪

All right!
Our first song!
All right,
our first song!

A band? Huh! I'll believe it
when I see it.

It's nothing
special.

I play banjo and
skeeter plays drums.

We recorded our song
on his sister's tape deck

To send to
record producers.

Hey, doug

My cousin's friend
has a friend

Who knows somebody
in the record business

Named jimmy spackle.

Maybe my cousin
could ask him

To listen
to your tape.

This is the big break we've
been waiting for all morning.

[ Doorbell rings]

Doug, doug,
mr. Spackle loved your song!

He set up a gig

To see you perform
this weekend.

Really?

And guess what?

I'll be in the band, too.

What? Says who?

Mr. Spackle
said so.

Don't you want me
to be in your band?

It's just that
it was supposed to be

Just me and skeeter.

He said two guys
was too dinky.

Don't you want
to be famous?

Well, of course, but...

Then you have to think big!

Think big?

♪ Bangin' on a trash can

♪ Bangin' on the streetlight

Beebe:
♪ think big

♪ Think big,
think big, think big ♪

♪ We're two voices

♪ Think big

Chorus:
♪ ooh, yeah!♪

♪ One little voice is...

♪ Big!

[ Whining electric
guitar music]

All:
♪ calling me,
calling me, calling ♪

♪ One little voice is...

All:
♪ calling me, calling me

Beebe:
♪ think

♪ You've got to think big

Think?

Big!

♪ Bangin' on a trash can

♪ Drummin' on a streetlight...

Huh?

Hey, what the...?

♪ Think, come on,
come on, think big ♪

♪ Think... Come on, think big!

Chorus:
big!

♪ Big, think big

♪ Big, think big
♪ big, think big

♪ Big, think big
[ explosions]

All:
♪ think big.

One little voice.

[ Cheering]

[ Snoring and mumbling]

I couldn't sleep.

I just kept getting ideas.

Idea: get big suit.

[ Snoring and mumbling]

Connie got an "a" in home ec

So I went to ask for help
to make a big suit.

Beebe told us
all about it.

It's so exciting.

Maybe you can help me?

Oh, we'd love to be
part of your band.

What? You thought...

You play an instrument?

Sure, drums.

I've got them
in storage someplace.

Oh, but we...

And I have an autoharp.

We already have a drummer.

Oh.

But i... Wait a minute.

Think big.

What if we had a band with two
drummers and an autoharp player?

Really? You think?

Oh, doug, thank you.

This will be so great.

I'll do a light show
for your band.

Really?

If I do that,
can I also be in the band

Please, doug?

I'll try hard, I really will.

Just let me play with you
this weekend

And I'll do the light show.

I needed a big light show.

I had to think big.

Okay, what instrument
do you play?

Drums.

And when I wanted
special effects...

Let me guess--
you want to play drums.

Both:
no, lead guitar.

[ Imitating twangy
electric guitar music]

We weren't just going to be big,
we were going to be huge!

Okay, everybody,
nice and easy.

Skeeter?

One, two, three, four.

[ Musical commotion]

Stop! Stop!

Ooh!

Okay, so we needed
some practice.

But after a while, our band
started coming together.

Doug... Doug!

Would this be

A good place
for a drum solo?

We had two drum solos, elmo.

Lincoln soloed
but I've played more years.

Beebe soloed and she's terrible.

The lights
were in my eyes!

We only have
minutes between sets.

Everybody can't have a solo.

[ Everyone groans]

Okay, everybody gets a solo.

We were big, all right.

I was just hoping it would
all come together the next day.

We were playing at a party.

The other band was finishing
their first set.

Oh, it's you.

Please go to the
back of the house.

[ Laughing and carnival music]

But this is a...

A birthday party--
cool!

It's all yours, kid.

Okay, just remember

This is our big chance.

Now, let's blow these kids
out of the water.

We snapped into action
and soon we were ready to play.

[ Tuning guitar]

Hey, everybody,
are you ready to rock?

Whoa!

One... Two... Three... Four.

[ Music starts]

Power chord!

♪ Bangin' on a trash can

♪ Drummin' on a streetlight

Whoa!
♪ Strummin'
on my banjo ♪

Drum solo!

I have to use
the bathroom.

Ow!

Around the eighth drum solo
I wasn't having fun anymore.

If this is what I had
to do to be famous...

[ Song winds down]

Amazing! That was
so radical, beeb.

I guess the big guy
never showed up.

I don't know if
thinking big was for us.

Oh, doug,
skeeter!

This is jimmy spackle.

Glad to meet you.

Powerful stuff.

You? You're spackle?

He's the guy from
the record store.

I want to go talk to
those guitar players.

They were way radical.

"I have a friend
in the record business"?

Could you
excuse us?

I need to talk
to doug.

Cool! I'll go
get some cake.

What is it,
beebe?

I have
some bad news.

What?

You're out
of the band.

[ Weakly]:
what? Oh no, really?

Jimmy likes
the banjo.

He just
doesn't think

It fits with
rock 'n' roll.

Don't you play any
other instruments?

Drums.

Jimmy thought we needed
another drummer.

No, I'm kidding.

[ Sighs]

I guess you guys

Will just have to
get on without me.

Oh, I'm glad you're
taking this so well, doug.

I was lucky to get out
when I did.

Spackle got them another job
before they broke up

At the yodeling society
cakewalk jamboree.

[ Angry commotion]

[ Clamor of voices]

[ Banging]

Meanwhile, skeeter and I decided

We could wait to worry
about becoming famous

At least until junior high.

Doug:
one, two, three, four.

♪ Bangin' on a trash can

♪ Drummin' on a streetlight

♪ Strummin' on my banjo

♪ One little voice
is calling me, calling me ♪

♪ One little voice
is calling me... ♪

♪ Knocking on a mailbox

♪ Rapping on the pavement

♪ Banging on a trash can

♪ One little voice
is calling me, calling me ♪

♪ One little voice
is calling me. ♪