01x10 - Gone Fishing // 100 Yard Lash

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♪ My name is Angela

♪ Hey, hello!

♪ Welcome to my very own show ♪

♪ I'll introduce my friends to you ♪

Oh no! It's Ninnypoo!

♪ Shoobee-doobee-doo wap-waa.

♪ My name is Angela

♪ And you are not

♪ Nanette Manoir is a stuck up jerk face snot ♪

And now to today's story, starring me.

And NOT starring Nannete Manoir.

It is Friday afternoon and I am very busy NOT listening

to Nan-noying Manoir on account of my ears can only

listen for one thing: the bell!

As soon as the bell rings, it is the weekend,

and as soon as it's the weekend,

I get to go on my first fishing trip ever with my Dad!

And that's how you make Duck a l'Orange.

Thank you, Alfredo. That will be all.

Thank you Nanette.

Your exquisitely prepared gourmet meal will be a

lovely complement to Angela's hard boiled egg.

I have more important things on my mind than Mrs. Brinks'

"foods around the world" assignment,

which we all think is just her way of getting us

to make her free dinner.

Tomorrow morning I will be catching my own food,

my own way, without some foo-foo chef to do it for me.

Sorry, Angela Anaconda, but the "Fishy Fish" candy

people aren't looking for a spokesperson right now.

[BELL RINGS]

Hey! Those are for tomorrow!

We're growing boys.

Growing piggier by the day!

Oh, and uh, did I mention that my brothers,

Mark and Derek, are coming along tomorrow?

Probably not, on account of that is something

I would rather forget.

Hey, you inhaled my sandwich! You rule!

No way, man. YOU rule!

You both rule. The planet of dorks.

Mom, they're eating them all up, do something!

Dad, are you sure Mark and Derek weren't left

on the doorstep by Aliens?

Hi Angelfish, take a look at this.

Your old dad has just about finished the most

revolutionary device since the rugged-fisherman,

the Whirl-O-Reel!

It reels in even the feistiest fish

with one tap of a button!

Wow! Can I be the first to use it?

Don't touch it, it's hot!

I have a few kinks to work out, so don't wait up.

You need to get some sleep for the big day tomorrow.

Sleep?!

I'm too excited about all the fish I'm gonna catch

to even think about sleeping!

[SNORING]

Is it time for fishing?!

Uh.

[CHUCKLE]

There's been a slight change of plans.

It seems that my Whirl-O-Reel had a little

more torque than I thought.

Looks like she's ready to go.

I'll just give her a test spin and uh...

[STRUGGLING SOUNDS]

But, hey - just 'cause I can't go fishing doesn't

mean you can't - your big brothers'll teach you

everything you need to know.

MARK AND DEREK?!

[GROAN]

So even though I am not thrilled about going fishing

with the dueling dumbbells, fishing is fishing,

they're actually almost being nice.

And even let me sit in the back seat.

I hope Mark and Derek don't get too jealous when I break

all the worlds fishing records for fishing.

Here Angela, go.

Supplies. Get úem.

What're you guys gonna do?

Arm wrestle.

Don't forget the worms!

Yeah, lots of worms. And, and ice.

Oh and root beer!

Yeah! Root beer!

Well, what're ya waiting for huh, pigs to fly, huh?

Good call on the root beer, dude.

You rock!

Are you kidding, you led me right to it with the ice thing.

YOU rock. Ha, ha!

[SCREAM]

Oh, please forgive me you poor,

poor, sweet, precious, little,

dear, dear, child.

Would you like your picture with Locky the Lake Monster?

It's only five dollars.

Is there REALLY a lake monster?

Oh, no.

I also have the Tijuana Tornado,

Big Foot and Astronaut Bob.

That Astronaut Bob really boils my tea kettle.

First I need some worms.

Five dollars, please.

Oh, you're such a precious dear angel!

NANETTE!

Nanette?!

You sweet, gorgeous thing, would you like your picture with--

For the millionth time, just the sushi!

Your spicy tuna was flown in fresh from Japan this morning.

You know I usually start my day with -

Charge it to my account.

Well, well.

Look what washed ashore.

Going fishing I see, Angela Anaconda?

I'd invite you to join me, but we don't allow riffraff

aboard my yacht, which is French for 'expensive boat'.

You mean French for "yuck," Nanette Man-Wart.

But who cares.

In a few short minutes, I'm gonna be knee-deep

in fish up to my knees!!

Row! Row! Row!

I know, I know.

The best fishing's in the centre of the lake,

but this lake must be growing,

on account of I keep rowing and we keep getting nowhere.

[LAUGH]

Very funny. How come I have to do all the rowing?

So Derek and I can do all the fishing.

[GROWL]

Phew!

[GROAN]

[SCREAM]

[BURP]

Yeah!

This stinks.

These lures are bogus.

Okay Angela, time to break out the worms.

[SIGH]

They're gone!

Gone?! You lost them?

Way to go, Angela.

It's not my fault.

I'm not the one who uses the boat for a garbage can.

Well I'm done.

No worms, no fish.

No kidding. Pass me a root beer, Angela.

Fishing's over.

OVER?!

After all this rowing and bait buying and being scared

by the crazy bait shanty grandma, fishing's over?

Yeah.

Well, not me, I'm finally gonna get to -

No! You gotta rest your arms.

We need you to row back later.

[LAUGH]

Nanette: Nice boat, Angela ANGLER-conda.

Hasn't your family every heard of an invention

called a motor?

Good one!

[LAUGH]

Haven't YOU heard ever heard of shutting your motor mouth?

Especially on account of fishing is over,

for some people I know.

And you my bumbling brothers may be bosses of the boat,

but down here I say what floats and that is

definitely not you!

Oh no, Locky the Lake Monster is on the loose.

Look out! I will warn you!

Heeelblbpbbpp!

Never fear my sunken siblings,

your sister will save you, because just like Dad

promised, I'm the first to use the Whirl-O-Reel!

Oh no! My brainless brothers seem to be

snarled up in some seaweed!

Ninnie-Poo will love this tasty sushi roll on account

of it is flown in fresh from WHO CARES!

May I offer you some fast food that you will truly

love, little Nin? I will ask you.

Nooo!!! Nooo!!!

She will tell me.

Oh, but oui, oui!

Because this boat has one of your precious little moters.

Which is French for watch out for that tree!

Look, I will say to my fine fishy friends,

pigs really can fly!

Sorry, Mark and Derek it looks like you

won't be catching any fish on account of a FISH

has caught YOU!

I'm sick of you two being bosses of the boat.

You're gonna listen to me for a change.

I came here to fish, not to row or open root beers or, row!

The bait!

[GASP]

Hey! Check out that fish.

Whoa.

I must have caught it while I was sleeping.

No way, man.

I caught it while I was sleeping!

I CAUGHT IT WHILE YOU WERE BOTH SLEEPING!!!

Whoa. Righteous yell.

Yeah. You rock, Angela.

Ow.

Five dollars, please.

Hey don't worry. We got this one covered!.

Uh, Angela?

Can we borrow five dollars?

Heh, maybe, heh?

What I don't get is how you caught a fish

without any bait.

What I don't get is how she caught a fish at all.

I wasn't so hard on account of I found the bait.

Oh! You silly, silly, naiïve, darling,

young, dear, sweet, [GIGGLE]

WHAT IS IT?

You caught a fish using sushi!

Huh?

If that's sushi, then where are our worms?

Nanette: Please, pass the wasabi, Alfredo.

[SCREAM]

It is the day of the Big Kick Off,

and we are choosing this year's captains for our

annual School Relay Race.

And Coach Rhinehart has picked me to be Captain of

Team Lemon on account of I almost knocked Johnny

Abatti's head off with the soccer ball.

Then Mrs. Brinks picks Miss Do-Nothing-Teacher's-Pet

herself, Ninniewart Manoir, to be captain of the Limes.

But nothing can ruin my day on account of the best part

about winning the relay race is the top-secret prize.

Five-minute break, then we pick teams!

Quick Johnny Abatti, climb up and see!

Me? What about you?

I'm dizzy.

I can't, I'm the Captain.

Oh yeah.

Ooh! Very nice!

Psst-- Well?

Aaah!

Ooof.

[PAINED GRUMBLING]

Mr. Abatti, you are to conduct yourself in a

sportsperson-like manner!

Like Nanette.

M.B! M.B!

M.B.? What are you talking about, Johnny Abatti?

Alls I could see, was M.B..

As in melon ball?

As in Marcel's Boutique!

Which MUST be this year's top secret prize!

I seriously doubt it.

All the other secret prize winners got victory meals.

Yeah, last year's winners got "All you can eat"

at the Budgie Burger.

So, M.B. must stand for some purveyor of fine foods.

All right! Time to choose up sides!

Don't look at me, Angela Anaconda.

I wouldn't think of it, Gina Lash.

Too bad for Ninnie-Poo, Lemons get first pick and

Limes do not, and that means I pick Johnny Abatti.

Huh? No fair!

I was gonna pick Johnny Abatti!

Okay then, I get two picks.

And even though Gordy Rhinehart might not be so fast,

I pick him because his Dad picked me for Captain.

Final cut!

Captains, choose your last legs!

That Mapperson's Bakery sure makes a darn good--

M-mapperson's b-b-bakery??

That's it!

M.B.

-- Mapperson's Bakery!

It's so simple, yet so brilliant.

Angela, Angela!

Pick me! Pick me!

Gina Lash wants to run?

Pick me! Pick me!

Don't pick her, pick Jimmy.

He's got Air Robosoles -- they "eat the road and spit

out the competition."

Pick me, Angela Anaconda!

I'm your man!

Well, Gina Lash IS my best friend.

But she's the slowest in the whole school!

Gina Lash is a goddess, but perhaps not a running goddess.

Hurry it up, Angela Anaconda.

Some of us have better things to do than sit around

and wait for you to betray your best friend.

That does it!

Gina Lash!

Aww!

Mapperson's Bakery!

See you at the races, Angela.

And don't forget to bring the Lemon-aid,

since you'll need all the aid you can get.

[CACKLE]

Don't worry Lemons, I might have to think of a

top-secret plan but I secretly know I will think of one.

How'm I doing, Captain?

So far, so good, Gina Lash.

Now we're going to try some actual running.

On an empty stomach?

Just think about how un-empty your stomach'll be

when we win all you can eat at Mapperson's.

Now you run around the block and I'll wait here and time you.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi,

Two hundred and thirty-eight Mississippi,

two hundred and thirty-nine Mississippi,

[PANTING]

Seven hundred and nineteen Mississippi,

[PANTING]

Hey Gina Lash!

Only one thousand, two hundred and three Mississippis!

And you're not even sweati--

Oh Gina, you left your doggie bag in the backseat.

Au revoir, Angela Anaconda, we'll save you a place

at the finish line.

[EVIL LAUGHTER]

Secret plans call for secret weapons.

Move over, Gordy!

You're blocking the secret weapon!

No, Gina Lash.

Gordy IS the secret weapon.

Until we race he will never leave your side.

Never leave my side??

Not while you're in training.

Never ever?

Never ever ever.

One, two, three.

Mapperson's Bakery. lemon cream pie,

pink frosted donuts, loaves of rye.

Ahh!

You make my heart go anaerobic.

What the--?

It's show time!

So finally the day of the big race arrives at last.

Excuse me, please but do any of us really believe that Gina

Lash could be that buff after only a few days of training?

She should be tested for steroids.

Yeah, just like you should be tested for hemorrhoids,

Nanette.

Besides Gina Lash is way too smart to be that stupid.

And we are off!

Good thing for Team Lemon Jimmy Jamal's batteries run

out in the middle of his highest scoring game because

Johnny was right, those Robosoles really do

eat up the road.

Luckily when it is Johnny Abatti's turn,

Team Lemon gets way, way in the lead.

But poor Little Nin doesn't notice on account of she has

nothing to wear.

Go Lemons, Go Lemons!

Mapperson's Bakery! Mapperson's Bakery!

[INHALER HIT]

And finally it is Gina Lash's turn to tear up the track.

[PANTING]

Too bad for Ninky-Wink, she has to just run in a most

unsuitable outfit.

But too bad for us she also tries a most

unsuitable dirty trick.

Woah!

The best thing about winning is that Team Lemon

beat Limes and we're getting the top secret prize,

but the second best thing is that we never have to do

THAT again, especially Gina Lash!

[WHISTLE BLOW]

And the winners are...

Mrs. Brinks!! Mrs. Brinks!

I hadn't decided on my outfit.

I had to run with the sun in my eyes!

Gina Lash took up two lanes, my beauty queen mother

never encouraged me to take an interest in athletics.

Oh, you poor dear.

You are so right.

[WHISTLE BLOW] DO-OVER!

Do what?

Though I carried us to victory, it truly was a team effort.

Team effort??

We'll show you "team effort" Ninnie-not-so-fast Manoir,

Captain of the losers and green queen of mean.

Have no fear, baloney-head.

We superior Lemons will be delighted to carry you

to victory.

'Help me, help me!

Oh great Captain Angela, better Captain than I,

whom I wish I could do-over my entire relationship with',

you will tell me!

Watch your step, Dizzy Nanizzy!

But don't fret, Gina Lash has baked you a triple creme

pie since you since you need to bulk up.

And as you know, Gina likes to use extra sugar in her pies.

Oh my goodness, looks like Thin Nin has turned into

Giant Nincompoop.

And we hope even more that Marcel's Boutique carries

something bigger than petite.

Why thank you, Ninnie Poo.

I believe this belongs to us!

And now the awarding of the grand prize!

I'll give you a hint the initials are M.B.

I just know it's Marcel's Boutique.

I won't keep you in suspense any longer.

This year's Grand Prize is a home-cooked liver loaf and

boiled potatoes supper at the home of our own Mrs. Brinks!

And she's throwing in an "All you can watch"

slideshow of her recent road trip with Mr. Brinks

to the Lake Winnewanka Ice Fishing Jubilee!

[LAUGHS]

Slide show?!

I'VE BEEN ROBBED!

And for the hardworking runners up,

"All you can eat" desserts at Mapperson's Bakery!

[CHEER]

Come on, Gina Lash, we've got some serious

carbo-loading to do!

[GROAN]

First one there's a rotten egg!

It's not fair!

DO-OVER!! DO-OVER!!

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