03x03 - Hubie and Bertie in Frame the Feline/Daffy Traffic Cop Stop: Boating License/U...

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[Bertie's stomach growling]

Hey, Hubie!

I'm... I'm so hungry.

I ain't gonna make it.

Go on without me, Hubie.

I'm done for!

Snap out of it, Bertie.

Snap out of it!

I said I was gonna
find us food, didn't I?

Look!

Cheese!

Calm down, calm down!

Look. See?

What did I tell ya?

[shopkeeper]
Ah, mein perfect cheeses.

Each slice a painstakingly
intricate work of art.

Und that is why I've hired you
to look after them

while I go beddy-bye.

Und you better keep them safe.

When I see any of my perfect
cheeses vandalized,

I go crah-zzinphrapin!!!

Looks like we ain't
gonna be getting' any cheese

outta that cheese shop
with that cat in the way.

What did I do?
What did I do?

You talk too much.

Now, listen!

We ain't takin' the cheese
out of the cheese shop.

We're not?

Nuh-uh.

We're gonna
get rid of that cat, see?

-Huh?
-Come here.

Here's what we do. [whispering]

[chuckling] Riot!

[shopkeeper] Claude?

What exactly
are you doing, hmm?

So, trying
to get a freebie, hey?

I thought I told you
to keep my cheeses
in perfect condition!

If you so much as scratch
one more of my perfect cheeses,

out you go with the rest
of the stinky trash!

[door slams]

Come on, Bert.

Time to cause
some more mis-cheese.

[Bertie chuckles] Yeah!

[shopkeeper] Claude?
Is that you making noise again?

Everything in order?

Hmm... Okay, then.
But no more funny stuff!

[door slams]

Phew!

Bring over
that Winnimere, Bert.

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

Yeow!

Hey, cat!

[clears throat]

Gee, Hubie,
you're a natural artiste.

Hey, thanks.

I learned
from watching cartoons!

[Hubie whistles]

[Hubie] Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

[whistles]

Uh, squeak!

[panting]

Hey, Bert, come here!

Help me turn up the heat!

Phew!

[gasping]

[alarm rings]

[shopkeeper] Claude!
What's causing that racket?

Mein cheeses better be
in pristine condition.

Enough! I am coming
down there immediately!

Right after I put on my shoes.

Und my lederhosen!

Just ein moment!

I've got a hangnail
that's bothering me. [shouts]

Okay, here I am coming!

[panting]

Oh-h*! Taking a nap, hmm?

Well, at least
my cheeses are still
in perfect shape, I see.

Everything looks
in order here, I suppose.

I guess
I'll go back to mein sleeping.

[shopkeeper] Eh?

What was that?

Claude... what is that
you are having in your mouth?

Oh, yes. Open your mouth, now!

[expl*si*n]

That is the last straw!

Out, out, out!

Now then,
you are my new guard kitty.

I know you will keep
my cheese safe from the mice.

It'd be a real tragedy
if some mice got in here.

Yeah. It'd be a darn shame!

[laughs]

[humming]

[police sirens approaching]

[sputtering] Pull over!

[brakes squeal]

What seems
to be the problem, Officer?

I'm gonna have to see
your driver's license, sir.

Certainly. Here you are.

Um, this
is a boating license, sir!

Of course it is!

What do you think
I'm drivin' here, buddy?

[whooping]

[theme music playing]

Okay, Cicero,
ready to learn how to bowl?

Bowling? More like boring!

Hey, give that back!

No! We won't be playing
any virtual games today.

We're here
to play a real game.

Come on, Cicero.
Just try to have some fun.

[exhales deeply]

Okay.

[chuckles] That's the spirit.

Now, please get me a ball.

[blows raspberry]

[grunting]

[laughing]

Maybe bowling isn't so boring
after all.

[laughing]

Cicero, that was not funny.

Sorry, Uncle Porky.

I'll try to be more careful
next time.

That's okay, Cicero.

Why don't you have a seat
and see how it's done.

First, put your little piggies
into the finger holes,

bring the ball to your chest
and approach the line.

[baby cooing]

Swing back...

and release the baby.

A baby?!

I got you, baby!

Phew!

That was close...
Almost a bad one.

Papa.

What do you think you're doing
with my little man?

Oh. [chuckles nervously]

This little man?
Oh, I was just...

[Cicero laughing]

Oh, hi, Uncle Pinhead.

Cicero, why did you
hand me a baby
and not a bowling ball?

I'm sorry, Uncle Porky.

How was I supposed to know
you can't bowl with babies?

Well, I suppose that
it could be an easy
beginner's mistake.

Why don't you just get me
another ball, hmm?

Sure thing, my dearest uncle.

Kids these days.

[laughs mischievously]
Time for some fun.

This ought to bee good.

Is this a good ball,
Uncle Porky?

Now, watch closely.

Good form starts
with a good grip.

Put the fingers in the holes
like this.

[yelps]

I didn't know
that you could play
bee ball too, Uncle P.

[Porky shrieks]

Great work, Uncle Porky.
You got a strike!

[upbeat music playing]

My turn.

I gotta pick out a good one
like Uncle Porky said.

Where am I?

Ah! A perfect ball.

I sure wish Uncle Porky
were here to see me bowl.

[Porky grunting]

Okay.

Fingers in the finger holes,
just like Uncle Porky said.

[groaning]

Bring the ball
up to your chest,

walk up to the line,
swing back and release.

[Porky shrieking]

All right!

Uncle Porky was right.
Bowling is fun.

[neighing]

[bell dinging]

Hey, I won.

[man] Congratulations.

You just bowled
the highest score ever.

I present to you
our esteemed
"Bowler of the Year" award.

Wow, this is great!

Thanks, mister.

Look at this trophy I got,
Uncle Porky.

And it's all because of you.

Well, gee, that sure is nice.

Why thank you, Cicero.

What an honor.

[exclaims]

No!

Looks like Uncle P
won some bumblebees.

-Get away!
-[laughing]

[theme music playing]