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03x05 - Dessert Island

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "I Am Weasel". Aired: July 22, 1997 – 2000.*
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Series centers on I.M. Weasel, a smart, noble and successful weasel, I.R. Baboon, an unintelligent and rude Hamadryas baboon who is envious of Weasel and often acts as his frenemy, and the mischievous Red Guy, who often antagonizes the duo.

03x05 - Dessert Island

Post by bunniefuu »

Hmm

I suppose I should revive this monkey.

I must remember my seamen's training.

Weasel!

No need to thank me for saving your life,

sir. I am Weasel.

Where are we being?We appear to be

stranded on a desert island.

Yogi, I got string and bones already.

I am starving. I am starve

to death! God bless you.

Mr. Baboon, whatever you're thinking.

He ain't too heavy. Look around, you

chucklehead. I was wrong. This isn't a

desert island. It's a

dessert island, one of nature's rarest

and most beautiful creations. So you see,

it would be quite impossible to starve

here.

Chugger! Please! Hubble, hubble,

hubble.

No, too many sweets can make you fat.

Shutting mouth hole, rodent.

Very well. I shall leave you to your

debauchery. Guess I'll

set up the SOS all by myself.

Go, Breaker!

Helping me! Baboon's

in trouble! Fear not, Baboon! I'm

coming!

Ohh

Ooga wooga chaka, Nikki. Ooga wooga chaka

now! Ohh

Kookiwonga. Nabla fugu kookiwonga.

Fugu g*ng. Their chief is trying to

communicate. Baboonga, dido jubjub.

Kowonga fructose.

Ow, ow, ow! Choco ball, choco ball!

Choco, choco! I seem to have deciphered

their language. They wattawanga. Choco

matata naka nako. Choco

matata choco ball. Ow!

Naka choco.

Amazing, Baboon. These gingerbread men

aren't savages at all. They are

intelligent. Noble Cookies with a poetic

oral tradition. Blah,

blah, blah, blah, Ooga-donga-donga!

Thank you, Chief, for allowing us to join

your tribe. I can think of no greater

honor.

Ooga Jet!

Ooga

Jet!

Masher.

Pamby pamby, goo goo ang. Rawr! Ah

Good morning, Chief. Wooga wooga. Chief,

being part of your tribe is the... Best

thing that ever happened to me. Just

think of what others could learn from the

rich tapestry that is your culture.

Someday, Chief, my SOS will be

discovered. Then, my friend, I want to

share your civilization with the world!

What'd you say, old man?Chief?

Chief!

Great-grandma's gearship! It's all

gone! Impossible. Who could've...

Babble!

Baboon, you ate the entire gingerbread

tribe! You savage! You fat blood!

You gobbled up everything!

What do you have to say for yourself?

It's good. Hmm, very well. You know,

Baboon, maybe the gingerbread culture was

meant to be wiped out. Call it destiny,

woman's intuition, whatever you will.

Perhaps in the big picture, it all makes

sense.

Now hurry up and walk down your dessert,

Hammy.