02x09 - Tea And Basketball

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a looneyful day ♪

♪ To have a little fun
The Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

♪ There's lots to do at Granny's house ♪

♪ Games to play and ba*ls to bounce ♪

♪ Let's jump and slide and holler
Hurray! ♪

♪ Sylvester, Bugs and Daffy ♪

♪ Taz and Lola too ♪

♪ Tweety's such a sweety ♪

♪ Now all we need is you ♪

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a looneyful day ♪

♪ To play the Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

[Lola] Lola gets the ball.
She shoots, she scores.

[laughing]

-Lola, you are good.
-[Daffy] Come on, little mister.

I can beat you
with one hand tied behind my back.

-Eh, you wish. What's up, Lola?
-[Lola] Hey, guys.

You want to play me?
Bring it on, Daffy.

Oh, well, uh,
let's make it a game of two on two.

I'll team up with a friend and so can you.

I mean, I don't want to make you look
too bad.

Whatever you say.

Hmm, let's see.
Who can I get for my teammate?

Tweety, want to play?

Granny gave me this new whistle,
so I'm gonna referee.

Um, I had better ask Granny
what a referee does.

[Lola clears throat]

Eh, one sec, Lola.
We still need players, Daff.

Hey, Taz, want to play basketball?

Hmm?

[panting]

No! Not eat ball! Play ball!

Uh, okay!

Okay, Daffy, Taz and me,
one, two, three. That's three.

-We need one more player to make four.
-[Lola] Unh! Unh!

-Hello!
-Lola, I already said hi, remember?

[sighs]

Hmm, if Tweety's not playing,

-I guess we got to use...
-[gasps]

-[Bugs] Sylvester.
-[Daffy] Sylvester.

[sighs]

-But Sylvester's terrible at basketball.
-He's the only boy left.

Oh, yeah. Let's go find him.

Sylvester.

Hey! What about me?

Hmph!

[Melissa and Petunia giggling]

-Would you like some tea, Petunia?
-Oh, yes, please, Melissa.

Thank you.

-Sugar?
-In my water?

It's not water, it's tea, remember?

Oh, yeah, tea.

Well?

No, thank you.

I don't care for sugar in my wa--
I mean tea.

Tea cake?

-You mean cookie?
-No, I mean tea cake.

But those are cookies.

Petunia, this is a tea party.

That's the tea
and these are the tea cakes. Get it?

Um, okay, whatever.

Yes, I would like a tea cake. Thank you.

A tea party!

Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

Petunia, pass me a cup, please.

-This is a private tea party, Sylvester.
-Yeah. Private.

-No boys allowed.
-Yeah. No boys allowed.

But-- But--

Look, Sylvester,
tea parties are for girls.

Go play a boy thing,
like, say, basketball. Okay?

But-- But I don't like basketball.

Well, you're not supposed
to like tea parties.

[sighs]

-Hi, Lola.
-Hi, Sylvester.

-Lola, where have you been?
-I was gonna play basket--

Never mind. Sit down, little missy.

-The tea's getting cold.
-Yeah. Brrr!

Unh!

Can you believe that Sylvester
wanted to play tea party? Heh, heh.

Doesn't he know tea parties are for girls?

-Ha, ha, ha.
-Yeah. It's a girl thing.

[Daffy] Scissors, paper, rock.
Paper beats rock.

Yes. I'll take Taz.

Uh, Could we try that again?

Forget it, Bugs. You've got Sylvester.
[laughs]

We're gonna win.
We're gonna win. Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, yeah? Right here. After naptime.

You're going down. All right, Sylvester.

We're gonna get on that court
and we're gonna pass,

we're gonna sh**t and we're gonna score.

And when we're done, we'll have won.

Are you with me?

[Sylvester sighs]

Gonna lose.

[gasps]

See how easy this is?
You look at the net, aim and sh**t.

Yay! That was great, Lola.

[grunting]

Bounce it like I showed you.

Oh, no! Unh-unh-unh!

You're doing it, Sylvester.
You're dribbling.

I am? That's because I'm teething.

No, Sylvester. That's the word
for bouncing the ball, dribbling.

Oh, hey, look at me.

I'm dribbling,
and I don't even need a bib.

Now aim and sh**t.

Sylvester, look out!

Huh? Unh!

-Sylvester.
-Did I make the shot?

No, you missed.

I knew I could do it. Unh.

[gasps]

-Basketball. It's yucky.
-Way yucky.

I'm sure you think it's yucky too,
don't you, Lola?

Hmm.

Hey!

[Sylvester] Whoa.

[groans]

Taz, there's no one near me.
Pass me the ball. Pass me the ball.

Oomph!

Don't throw it to me.
Don't throw it to me.

[gulps]

[sighs]

Quick, Sylvester. sh**t the ball.

[grunting]

[gasps]

[whistle blows]

-Time out.
-My ankle. I hurt my ankle.

Oh, the pain. The pain!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

[gasps]

[Sylvester] Ah!

Sylvester,
it doesn't feel like there's anything...

Shh.

Oh, I mean, Sylvester,
your ankle's hurt badly.

I don't think Sylvester can play anymore.

-We win! We win!
-Uh-uh, duck.

This game is two on two, bunny.

Without Sylvester,
you're the only one on your team.

And there's no one else here
that can play.

What about Lola?

-Yes, what about Lola?
-Hmm?

Oh, I've seen her play, and she's good.

But-- But, Granny, she's a girl.

And she's the only chance
you have to keep playing.

[gulps]

Come on, Lola. I need you.

It's almost dinnertime everyone,

so whichever team makes the next basket
will be the winners.

Come on, little mister,
you've got nothing.

Hey!

[Taz grumbles]

-Yeah!
-Way to go, Lola.

Great shot, Lola. I guess
girls can be good at this game too.

[whistle blows]

Game over.

[sighs]

[all chattering]

-This tea is yummy, isn't it?
-Yeah. Yummy.

What do you know? I guess
boys can play tea party, after all.

They sure can.

More cookies, anyone?

Sylvester. Your ankle.

Oh, yeah.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ouchie, ouch, ouch, ouchie!

Ow, ow, ow!

That smarts.
Oh, that really hurts. Serious, it hurts.

Ow! Can you see the pain? Ow!

[theme music playing]