02x05 - The Heist/Battle Of The Hands/Chocolate Brunch/Oh My My

[bunniefuu]

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Chalk, chalk, chalk ♪

♪ Chalk, chalk, chalk... ♪

Ugh.

Narrator: ancient norsemen believed that woden's helmet

Would grant its owner unlimited physical power.

Raargh!

Narrator on tv: we are proud to have the original woden's helmet on display

Here at the plainsville national bank.

Ok. That's it for today.

Time to take woden's helmet back to the vault.

Rudy: dad, you can't be serious.

Well, almost, rudy.

I'm that close to closing my deli for good.

Penny: how can you say that?

Rudy: this combination butcher-shop-deli- restaurant is your dream.

But my dream has become a nightmare.

Nobody likes my meat concoctions.

This week's special--

Hamburger in lime gelatin--

I sold, what, orders all week?

And I had of them.

As of today, I'm officially going

Into the blank business.

The blank business?

What's that?

I don't know.

The future is a perfect blank.

Hey, but come on now.

We're gonna be late for the name-change ceremony.

Wilter: and it is my pleasure to welcome you all

To the new plainer plainsville.

The "s" is history.

Man: all right. I like it. Yeah.

[Car horn honking]

I am thor!

Thor throat!

[Squawk]

Thor throat,

The world's loudest professional wrestler,

In our little town?

What's he doing here?

Thor: people of plainville,

This "s" removal thing is a humongously important event

In the history of this town.

That's why me and my pal the brick buster...

Have come to help you celebrate.

[Truck horn honking]

Thor: you live in plainsville now,

But the thor throat thunderdrome is here

To make that "s" history!

[Cheering]

[Truck doors open]

That's right, people.

We're gonna hit you where you live

Right here tonight with a stage show, a film,

And a great meal catered by none other than your own joe taboobie!

Me?

That's right, taboobie. You.

I passed through here a few years back, and I had--

What was that thing I had?

Cinnamon hot dogs.

Right! Cinnadogs.

Delicious.

And I said to myself,

"Whoever made these sweet doggy dogs is a genius!

I got to have him cater something for me." That's what I said.

Hey, you got the key to this place?

Oh, uh, oh, oh. Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure.

So, yeah, when I decided to come here for this big, important "s" event thing,

I said, "get me taboobie."

That's "tabootie," mr. Throat.

Aw, gosh, penny.

Don't bother the man with details.

So here's what we're gonna do, taboobie.

My boys will move your equipment down to the square

While you whip up the greatest menu of your life.

You with me?

Oh, am i!

You don't know what it means

To have somebody really appreciate--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great.

Come on, b.b.

Rudy: uh, uh, mr. Throat,

Could you please autograph my dad's specials board?

Yeah. That'll be bu--

I mean, sure, kid. I'd be glad to.

Ok. Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna set up the stage for the dancing girls down by the gazebo...

Isn't this just too much?

Yes.

So, dad, I guess you're not going

Into the blank business, after all.

Nope, rudy.

My blank just got filled in.

I got to plan the menu of my life.

Rudy, why did you have thor autograph the specials board?

It's so impermanent.

It's for snap.

He's a huge wrestling fan,

And when I bring him an autograph from the real thor throat,

He'll flip.

[Wind blows]

Oops. It blew away.

Come on.

Penny: don't you think that it's--ugh--strange

That a big star-- ugh--like thor throat

Shows up unannounced

For something as-- ugh, ugh--stupid

As removing the "s" from our town's name?

He likes my dad's cooking.

Oh, get real, rudy.

Ugh!

Aw, come on, penny.

Why be a wet party blanket?

Do you mean party pooper or wet blanket?

Both.

Aah!

Hey, where'd this come from?

Wow. That looks just like--

Yeah. Some wrestling fan drew a chalk thor.

Um, it's thor throat's autograph.

I'm taking it to my friend snap.

I thor throat!

This not my autograph.

This my autograph!

Ahh! Waah!

Snap: hey, rudy!

Well, I see you met my pal thor here.

We're getting him ready for his next match.

I let him jog ahead of me. Ha ha!

What brings you here?

Uh, i, uh, brought you

A real thor throat autograph.

No. This fake!

[Growling]

Oh, yeah. Ha ha ha!

Completely fake. Who needs it?

So, rudy, could you get me another one?

Penny: rudy, look. Chalk writing.

I don't remember a chalk surface being there before.

"Tluav knab"?

"Teem feeb."

Oh, it's backwards.

Oh! Of course.

Rudy: "beef meet"?

"Bank vault"?

Look. They're connecting the words with arrows.

The bank's right next door to the beef meet.

Oh, boy, it's a heist.

Uh...yay?

Somebody is plotting to break into the bank vault.

I wish we could find out who.

Oh, I think that can be arranged.

Thor: ok, b.b.

While everybody's attention is focused on our stage show,

We enter the beef meet here

Using the key that I swiped from taboobie.

Then down the stairs to the basement.

You with me?

And into the bank vault to get the helmet

That'll make me the most powerful man

On planet earth!

Uh, so why is the helmet gonna work for you

When it ain't worked for nobody for centuries?

Because only [span]i[/span]know the secret viking words.

Ok. Let's go.

Aw, it's thor.

Thor is the one robbing the bank.

He's just using my dad to get to the bank through the beef meet.

Aw, this is gonna break my father's heart.

Penny: I told you that thor was a creepazoid.

Huh? You lie on me!

Thor not creepazoid.

Thor no rob bank.

Thor right here.

Calm down. Easy. Easy.

It's not you. It's the real--

No!

It's someone impersonating you.

Who dares pretend be me?

I take him and twist him and tear him

And wrinkle him and fold him and spindle him.

Yeah, that's right. That's the ticket.

Come on. I've got an idea.

[Heavy metal music playing]

Uh, h-hello, plainvilleans.

Heh heh. Welcome to--

♪ Ba pa da ♪

The "s" is toast.

We want to thank mr. Thor throat

For bringing all this stuff.

Great. Yeah. Good.

Thank you, mr. Wiltenheimer.

I hope you folks are all enjoying your joe taboobie specials.

You got your delectable beef eyeball souffle,

Your scrumptious roast beef sundaes,

And of course my favorite--

The cinnamon hot dogs!

Ok now.

Let's move on to the entertainment.

♪ Say no, no, no to the "s," "s," s" ♪

♪ Plain old plainville, that's what's best ♪

♪ The "s" ♪

♪ Is toast! ♪

[Applause and cheering]

Come on. To the basement.

When did you make these drawings, rudy?

When I was about , I used to come down here

And doodle on the walls.

A lucky thing because it means we can do this.

Plainville national bank.

It looks just like the bank.

You better get inside the vault quick.

They'll be here any minute.

Thor: ok, b.b.

Now is the time to use your noggin.

I'll do my best.

Usually walls like this take a while,

But here goes.

Aah!

Huh?

Hmm. Shoddy construction.

Ok. Let's blow this vault

And get that...helmet?

[Bell rings]

Hello, and welcome to the rock 'em, sock 'em

Woden's helmet wrestle-off!

Tonight we'll be matching the bone-bashing bombast of thor throat...

Ha ha ha! Yeah.

Against the pulverizing power

Of thor throat!

Huh? Huh?

This bank has one fancy security system.

Raar!

All right, then.

When I get out of the way, come out fighting.

Winner gets the helmet.

I am thor!

Duh, I thor!

[Bell rings]

Rrrruh!

Ooh!

Waah! Oof!

Where'd they get this guy?

He can't be real.

He must be a hologram or something.

Rrraaah!

Hhrrraah!

[Bell rings]

Oh, no. Rain.

[People shouting]

Hey, tabootie. Pretty good.

Uh, uh, uh. No fair juggling your opponent.

Ok.

Ooh!

Oof! Aargh!

The lights, b.b.

Use your head on the lights.

Woman: excuse me. What's going on?

[Laughing]

I am now the most powerful man in the world!

They cheaters. I win. They lose.

Down, boy.

They lose, all right.

Your plan worked like a charm.

Yep. My dad has his night of glory,

And no one'll suspect a thing.

Mission accomplished.

"Hunga barunga dogna sligna

Ragna ruck!"

[Thunder]

I am thor,

The most powerful man on the--

What? Hey. No!

No. I'm thor. I'm thor!

[Sobbing]

Oh, I'm supposed to be thor,

The most powerful man...

Chalk thor: uh, yay?

Come on. Come on. Where's rudy?

He said he'd be here during recess.

Rudy: hi, snap. Sorry I'm late.

I had to wait for mr. Wilter to go to lunch.

That's ok, bucko.

I just didn't want us to miss our big chance.

Big chance?

Biclops: ♪ clear away the rotten chalk ♪

♪ Heave it away, haul it away ♪

♪ Clear away the rotten chalk ♪

♪ And dump it in the river ♪

♪ Dum dee dum dum dum dum dee... ♪

See? Just like I said.

He's doing spring cleaning.

You say he got all that rotten chalk

From the secret chambers deep inside the mine?

Yeah. I dropped by and heard him singing down here.

So when he went out,

I went exploriating.

Wow! There must be miles of tunnels back here.

Yeah, the secret world of biclops.

Who knew? And look what I found.

This is the place.

Rudy: "danger. Keep out!

"Be gone, turn back, take off, skeeedaddle,

Or you'll be drawn into a battle."

"Drawn into a battle"?

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, but I think we better get out of here.

Are you bonkers, bucko?

This is obviously biclops' secret stash.

Don't you at least want to see it?

Oh, I guess there's no harm in looking.

Unh!

Mmph!

Oh, wow! Red chalk.

Hey, do you think it has special powers or something?

There's only one way to find out.

Whoa!

Biclops: ♪ take out more of that rotten chalk... ♪

Biclops! We got to get out of here.

Biclops: ♪ clear away the rotten chalk and dump it in the river ♪

♪ Dum dee dum dum dim dum dee ♪

♪ Dum dum duh dim dum duh ♪

♪ Take out more of that rotten chalk ♪

♪Heave it away, haul it away ♪

♪Pick it all up, and don't you-- ♪

Huh?

Hmm.

♪We're cleaning up the chalk mine ♪

[Both panting]

Ha ha ha!

He never even knew we were there.

Let's see what we got.

Ok. It's red.

And it's chalk.

I wonder what the big deal is.

Ow! Hey!

Ha ha! Sorry.

Huh! Whoa!

Waah!

Hey, come back!

You crazy kids!

You broke our window!

Oh, I'm really sorry.

Let me fix it for you.

There. You're all set.

Oh, very nice.

[Barking and growling]

Aah! Aah!

Whoa. Down, boy. Nice window.

Rudy, why did you draw such a rotten window?

I didn't. It was the red chalk.

If I was you, I'd drop that red chalk like a hot potato.

Way ahead of you.

Uh! Uh! Huh?

Snap: rudy! Help!

I'll put a stop to this right now.

Huh! Uh! Uh!

I can't let go of it.

Oh, bull dandruff.

I'm sure that--uh-- two of us--uh, uh--

Can get it if both--

Uh! Oof!

[Engine starts]

W-what else you got?

Help is on the way.

Whoop! Whoa! Whoa!

W-w-whoa! Whoa!

Oh! Whoa! Whoa!

Aaaaaah!

Ooh!

[Panting]

Huh?

Darn!

We're gonna have to go back to the chalk mine

And face biclops.

Yeah. Biclops will know how to stop the red menace.

Huh! What the--

Whoa! Whoa! What?

You, uh, got a sudden craving for a lollypop there, rudy?

No. I didn't draw this.

It did.

Waah!

Mmph! Mmph!

[Gasp]

I'll save you, rudy!

You, uh, think this thing is an all-day sucker?

[Panting]

Slurp it.

[Laughter]

Good work.

Ha ha ha!

Ew! Yuck!

Huh?

[Rumbling]

[Roar]

[Gasp]

[Gasp]

[Screams]

[Roaring]

Whoa! Whoa!

Look out!look out!

[Yipping]

[Gasp]

The sign was right.

[Roar]

You [span]did[/span]get drawn into a battle.

Yeah, a battle with my own imagination.

[Yipping]

[Roaring]

Pardon me. Rudy?

Hey, you big chicken.

Bawk! Bawk!

[Roaring]

Whoa! Whoa!

Uh! Uh!

The portal. That's it.

Oh, no, you don't.

Ow!

What do you mean, that's it?

What are you gonna do?

I'm taking you where you can't do any more damage.

Sorry, red.

Your magic power is no good in the real world.

See you.

Whoa!

Biclops: hello, rudy tabootie.

Uh, biclops. Uh, hi.

Everything ok over here in this part of chalkzone?

Rudy: uh, sure. No trouble here.

Good.

[Pop]

Well, it's back to work for me.

[Growling]

[Growling]

You never know what you're going to find

When you do spring cleaning.

♪ Don't go near that nasty chalk ♪

♪ Heave it away, haul it away... ♪

Snap: who knew?

Catch that wafflefly, blocky.

We got to pour this syrup on something.

I'm starved.

Waah!

Oh!

Snap! Look!

Good score, blocky.

Forget the waffleflies.

Now we got eggs.

Let's go home and fry them up.

Blocky: eggies! Eggies! Eggies! Eggies!

Eggies! Schmeggies! Ha!

Whoa! Huh?

Baby chocolate bunny rabbits.

They're so cute.

♪ Grumble, grumble ♪

Yeah, cute.

Cute enough to eat!

[Slurp]

[Giggles]

Aah!

No, snap.

You can't eat the cute little bunny wunnies.

Well, why not?

We were just about to eat them a minute ago.

That was when they were eggs.

Now they're bunnies.

They'd never try to eat you.

Snap: oh, yeah, right. Like a chocolate bunny could ever possibly eat me.

[Screams]

[Roar]

Snap: come here, little yummies.

Oh, even their chocky footprints are delish.

Snap! Noooooo!

Whee!

Whee! Hee hee!

[All giggling]

Here, bunnies.

Jump into this nice, soft pillow.

Whoo! Ha ha ha!

Aah! Whee! Hee hee!

Yikes!

Ohhhh! Bdbdbdbdbdbdbd!

Ha ha ha!

Ho ho!

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.

Waaaah!

Oh, I just can't do it.

Waaaaah!

Come on, blocky.

We need to bring these little guys back to the candy cane forest.

[Roaring]

Whoa! Aaah!

Snap: oh, oh, oh! Get out of my way!

Oh, oh, oh! Let's get out of here!

Don't I need a red suit for this?

[Growling]

Whoa! Whoa!

Stop! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Uh! Uh!

Aah!

[Gulp]

[Roar]

Huh?

Oh!

Wow!me!

Ohh.

♪ Grumble, grumble, hungry, grumble ♪

♪ Grumble, grumble ♪

Shush. Not now. Quiet.

Be quiet.

Uh-oh.

Yay! Mmm!

Mmm mmm mmm...

[Sigh]

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ Everybody's goin' to the cove in the bayou ♪

♪ They're grillin' up the corn ♪

♪ And the fish are gonna fry, ooh ♪

♪ Sure as you are born, it's gonna satisfy you ♪

♪ Going to the oh, my, my ♪

♪ Tunin' up the fiddle and the mandolino ♪

♪ Pumpin' out a rhythm on the accordino ♪

♪ Then you're singin' with them in your very own key, oh ♪

♪ Know you're at the oh, my, my ♪

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ It's a special o-- special occasion ♪

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ It's a cele-- celebration ♪

♪ Jammin' with the band and the jambalaya ♪

♪ Rockin' with your friends around a roarin' fire ♪

♪ Makin' like a caveman angel choir ♪

♪ Know you're at the oh, my, my ♪

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ Get ready, we're comin' to get you ♪

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ When you're here, you won't know what hit you ♪

Everybody! Whoo!

♪ Everybody's goin' to the cove in the bayou ♪

♪ Goin' to the oh, my, my ♪

♪ Chalk, chalk ♪

♪ Chalk, chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk, the chalk, the chalkzone... ♪

♪ Chalk, chalk, chalkzone! ♪