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04x18 - c*ck!

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Baby Looney Tunes". Aired: September 16, 2002 – April 20, 2005.*
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Series focused on real world problems and morals that children may relate to, such as sharing, understanding emotions, and playing with others.

04x18 - c*ck!

Post by bunniefuu »

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful 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 "hooray!" ♪

♪ Sylvester, Bugs, and Daffy
Taz and Lola too ♪

♪ Tweety's such a sweetie ♪

♪ Now all we need is you ♪

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful day ♪

♪ To play the Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

[Tweety] ♪ We're going to a farm ♪

♪ We're going to a farm ♪

♪ Hi-h* away we go
We're going to a farm ♪

-Uh, Floyd?
-Yes, Tweety?

What's a farm again?

[Floyd]
Well, a farm is where cows, chickens,

and roosters live together
in peaceful harmony.

And where farmers grow food
up from the ground.

Grow food in the ground? Ha.

Poor guy's off his rocker.

Everyone knows food
comes from the refrigerator.

You can say that again.

-Everyone knows food comes from the--
-[all] Daffy!

[Floyd] We're here.

[all cheering]

Hold on. Hold on.

First, I have to find the farmer.

You all wait here, okay?

[Bugs] Hey. Floyd didn't say how long
we gotta wait, right?

-[Tweety] Well, yeah.
-[Daffy] Yeah, right.

So we waited, right?

-Oh, yeah.
-Yeah.

-Then let's go.
-[Daffy] Let's go.

Well, what have we here?

Do tell.

It appears some clumsy creature
dropped these vegetables.

Guess I better pick them up.

Why do I always get stuck
doing all the dirty work.

[grunting]

Come on, you.

Oh, I see.

It's not coming up because it's... It's...

It's growing in the dirt!

It's true. Food grows in the ground.

It's despicable.

That's, that's... [shouts]

Food I've put in my mouth.

Cleansing waters.

Yep. This farm living sure is swell.

But me, I'm strictly a city rabbit.

I wouldn't live here
if they had all the...

[grunting]

carrots in the world!

Oh, boy, oh, boy!

[cow mooing]

[Sylvester] Moo-moo?

Well, moo-moo to you too.

[cow] Moo.

Good girl.

I like a cow that's not too bossy.

A bull! [screaming]

-Gotta help me! Taz, where are you?
-Sylvester, hang on!

-Lola!
-Here I come.

Lola! Yippee-kai-yay!

[Lola laughing]

Hi-h*, Lola, away!

[grunting]

That's okay. Good bull.
Good bull. I'm right here.

Good bull.

[chirping]

I'd love to play hopscotch.

[chirping]

I guess talk is
"cheap, cheap, cheap" around here.

What's with him?

[chirping]

He's weird, huh?

Well, he is acting kind of unusual.

Excuse me.

-What are you doing?
-Oh!

I'm kick.

Better to say I'm kicking.

Or to be exact, trying to kick myself.

Oh, here. Let me do it for you.

Why, why that's the nice--

I say, I say, the nicest thing
anybody said to me all day.

Hold on.

Now, why am I kicking you?

It's a sad story.

A sad, sad story.

Aw, tell me all about it.

My name's Tweety. What's yours?

The name's Foghorn. Foghorn Leghorn.

And how do I say this.

See, the problem is, well, I'm...
I'm different from the other roosters.

-Different?
-They all strong and strutting,

and I'm, well-- Well, I say, I'm--
I'm just me.

Well, c*ck-a-doodle-doo.

If it isn't Foghead.

Gee. I thought his name was Froghead.

Hey, hey. That's not fair to the frogs.

You see? See-- You see what I told you?

Hey! Why are you being
so mean to my friend?

Ah, what do we have here?

Looks like Foghead's got a little
twitty bird to fight his battles for him.

It's Tweety Bird.

And don't you forget it.

All right. All right.

You two friends have fun.

Don't listen to them.

I won't have to. I'm leaving forever.

Oh, no, you're not.

We are gonna show those guys
you are just as good as they are.

-We are?
-Come on. Let's get to work.

[dramatic music playing]

I say, I say.

I say.

You're the rooster.

You're the rooster!

[Lola] c*ck-a-doodle-doo!
c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

-The rooster...
-You did it.

[Foghorn clearing throat]

I say, I say.

I wouldn't believe it
if I didn't see it with my own eyes.

You look good.

Thank you, boys.

I say, I say, that is thank you, boys.

So what say we let bygones be bygones
and begin anew.

Oh, you mean like us be friends with you?

Precisely, friend. Precisely.

Well... not.

Hey, just because you look good,
doesn't mean we gotta like you.

So long, Foghead.

-You did great, Foghorn.
-Yeah.

But, I-- Don't you--?
I mean, I say, don't you see?

I did everything I could
to be just like them other roosters

and they still didn't like me.

You just need to be yourself.

Oh, you mean just be me?

That is to say, myself?

Right?

Then it won't matter
whether they like you or not.

At least you will like yourself.

That's right, Lola.

Well, that's simple. I say simple.
Yeah.

Oh, wow, what's that?

Looks like a dog.

Over here!

-Come on, boy.
-[growling and barking]

[all shouting]

[Foghorn] Hey. I say, hey, dog.

That's right, I mean, you there, shorty.

-Huh?
-What's the big--?

I say, what's the big idea of picking
on this sad bunch of poultry?

You ought to confront someone
who's your mental equal, boy.

Pay attention
when I'm talking to you, son.

Now, sit!

Now, that's a--
I say, that's more like it.

Here you go. Fetch!

Good dog.

Foghorn. Buddy, come back!

-We're sorry.
-Yeah, pal.

We did treat you kind of lousy.

You were terrific in handling that dog.

-Yeah. You were really good.
-Sorry.

We didn't mean it, man.

You wanna be friends?

Why... I'd like that very much.

Hey, you wanna play basketball?

Nah, I wanna play catch
with my new pal dog.

A grand sport.

In one that I happen--
I say, I happen to excel at, so to speak.

Allow me to illuminate you on how to,
as they say, play the game.

Here you go. Fetch, dog!

I say, that's a good one. Bring it back,
boy. Now, bring it back. [whistling]

Attaboy. Good dog.

Uh-oh. Here comes Floyd.

And he's gonna do more than miss us
if we aren't in the car.

Everybody, quick!

So long, Foghorn. I'm gonna miss you.

[Foghorn] You know, dog, this--

I say, this looks like the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Ah. Sorry that took so long,
but this is a mighty big farm.

Anyway, I found the farmer and he said
we should come out and look around.

-Let's go.
-Oh, do we have too?

-Aching.
-Ah, these kids.

Sometimes I just don't understand them.

-[engine revving]
-[all snoring]

[theme music playing]