04x01 - Enemy Camp

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Stop!

Wait a minute, Weasel. I all cannot

remembering why we're fighting.

HmmI are thinking it's your fault.

But how come?Ah, don't you remember?Let

me tell you again, Baboon. We were best

friends until we spent that week at enemy

camp. Remember?

'67, Summer of Love.

I are never going to enemy camp before

ever. Nor I, old friend. I can't

wait to be enemies with you.

Hello, ladies!

Hello! It's me, Lance

Sackless, your personal trainer

here at enemy camp! All dressed up and

nowhere to go.

I'll be guiding you through the wondrous

world of enemy-ness. Oh, ohh there are

many, many very exciting aspects to the

subject. Jealousy.

Revenge! Oh, I'm contempted. What

are you doing?I am holding

hands. Baboon is my friend.

Wrong! This is an enemy camp.

Did I say pink lace and fashion model

camp?No, I did not.

You might want to keep an eye on the

squirrel. He's not like us.

Let's try a little roleplaying, shall we?

Lesson one.

Just for the sake of argument, let's say

I'm, uh.. Baboon's

girlfriend.

Oh, ohh just think of the glories of

me as your girlfriend!

But... you

know how I am, don't you, Bob?

Always looking for the greener pasture,

the brighter bulb with more watts. Ohh

Hey! Sorry to

break it to you this way, but I'm leaving

you.

Love a man in uniform. What do you say

you and I go... Well,

I um.. I appreciate your advances,

madam, and don't think I'm not tempted,

but Baboon is my friend. And I could

never take his girl. Uh-uh. Now,

go on. Back to your monkey.

Guess who won't be coming to my party

this year.

All right, Weasel! It's a Saturday night

at a fancy restaurant. Jazz

is playing romances in the air. The

Simeon asks to pass the mustard. Por

favor, what do you do?Here

you are, friend Simeon. ROG! ROG!

ROG! ROG! ROG!

With a capital R. A

real enemy would do it like this!

Ohh Note to

self, mustard kind of stings the

eyes. Lesson



your mother, then wants to blow her up.

What do you do?

Let's pretend I'm Baboon's mom.

Oh, that bad old weasel has sent me

adrift! Come save your fat mom,

Baboon! Your enemy Weasel

insulted my butt! Now

swim out here! Save your mother from the

needle dynamite! Then beat up Weasel,

okay?Baboon!

Sorry about your mom. It's okay.

That wasn't so bad.

This is bad!

Okay, campers, Mr. Sackless is

starting to get angry. Weasels and

baboons are natural enemies.

It's in the f*ck! You

hate each other! Weasels attack

baboons' soft underbellies! Come

on, weasel, bite the soft underbelly! All

right, weasel, now I'm a baboon!

Get over here and bite me! Come on!

Bite me! Bite me! Bite me!

Guys, you've got to help me. It's

horrible.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Unfortunately, we had to cut the camp

short this year due to

extenuating circumstances. So let's

move on to the Enemy Camp

Achievement Award for Best

Enemy... Weasel!

That rotten ferret! 'Cause he's my army

now! Did you hear that?I win.

Hey, how come stupid weasel win?

Are you a better enemy than you?Ouch.

That hurts. That hurts. Ouch. Ouch.

Glory. I'm a success.

Now I can die happy. And

the rest is history.

You two should be hating each other! And

because you're both so small, I got a

special deal! One for ten bucks, or

two for twenty! Meow, meow?

Woof, woof?Now I ya remember how come

I ya hating reason!

Designer right here, man. Ohh

You see, those were my finest

dabbers. They hate

each other. I'm so proud. Ohh