02x20 - A Fistful of Cat Treats

[bunniefuu]

♪ All cats in rows of six

Two at the rear ♪


♪ Together they lined up

In rows of six, two at the rear ♪


♪ Their whiskers all aligned

In rows of six, two at the rear ♪


♪ Their tails were all entwined

In rows of six, two at the rear ♪


♪ Six times seven is

Plus two makes ♪


[Milady]
A Fistful of Cat Treats.

[cheerful music]
[grunting]

[Lampo] Cowboys, buffalo,

galloping horses!


I've been waiting all year

for this Wild West adventure game.

Right, Lampo.

And all the crunchy treats we brought

will be perfect for tonight's party.


So where can we keep the treats

until the party?


At the saloon, Pilou.

It's the perfect place.

[plays ragtime piano]

I wonder who's playing

the saloon owner this year.

[stops abruptly]

Hey there!

Who's in charge of this here saloon?

You're looking at 'em, rattlesnakes.
What's in the bag?
We'll take it off your hands.
It must be heavy.

Boss! You might run this here

watering hole with Blister and Scab,


but you'll never get your paws

on these here treats.


They're not for you, they're

for all the cats of Meow City. Hmm!

Let's ride, cowboys!

Those Buffycats are worse

than prairie dogs.


I must have those treats.

By hook or by crook!


My furry fellows,

I've got a Buffy-brainstorm.


Let's bring these treats

to the sheriff's office.


Yeah, Lampo. After all,

the two of us always play the sheriffs.


So we can make sure

no one eats them before the party.

Later, sheriffs.
[snoring]
Lampo… Who are these two ugly mugs?
I don't know, Meatball.
Hey, strangers, take your boots and go!
[sighs sleepily]
Hey, Buddy. Do we have boots?
No, Derence. Keep sleeping.
[groans] Yee-haw!
Huh?

Quit yapping and put your paws in the sky,

cowboy.


Well, I'll be corralled.

What manner of cats are you?


We're cowboy cats like you.

My name is Meatball, and this is Lampo.

[sighs] I'm Buddy.

And the big talker in the cell

is my brother Derence.

Howdy, cowboys.

We need to lock these treats in the

sheriff's office. Can you please leave?

Uh… nope!

'Cause we're the new sheriffs.

We were here first.


-[laughs] Well said, Derence.

-[Derence groans]


But Lampo…

We've always been the sheriffs.


You listen up. Meow City ain't big enough

for four sheriffs.


What do you say we compete

for the sheriff's star?


A game, to see

who's the most sheriffy sheriff?

Oh, my meatballs. This is getting serious.
[sprightly music]

Cowboys, we've got our game's

first contest all ready.


Aim true with your banana and throw it

straight into your partner's mouth.


[laughs] That's the right challenge

for us.

What do you say, Buddy?
Hmm. Buddy doesn't care.

Buddy… If we're the sheriffs, we'll be

watching over all those crunchy treats.


On second thought, I'm game

for this banana game, Derence. Huh?

Hmm.
A sheriff's gotta be fast on the paw.

Sure enough. They call me

"the fastest paw in the West."

Quit messin' around and take aim, Derence.

[chuckles] Oh. There you go.

Was that so hard?


I like this game. Go, Lampo.

Hit the target!

Oh, look! I found a corn cob.
Huh? Yum! It looks delicious.
[Meatball drools]
I'll make it on the first try.
[Meatball grunts]
Mmm. Good cat. You did it.
Nooo! I wanted to eat it!
Pretty fast for a rookie.
It ain't over till it's over.
There are two more contests to go.

Blister. Scab. You realize no one's

watching the sheriff's office right now?

[chuckles] Right, boss.
And I'm sure you got a plan.
Naturally, Scab. Follow me.
[playful music]

Whoever can eat a whole pan of these

super-spicy beans wins the second contest.

A sheriff's gotta have a stomach of iron.
[eats noisily]
[eats noisily]
Hey, Buddy! You're too slow.
Mmm-mmm.

Yeah. Go on, I'll give you

a whistle when I'm done.

[groans]
[gulps]

Pawesome! These beans were super spicy.

How did you eat the whole pan?

[belches loudly]
[yells]

[yelps] Thanks, Meatball.

You roasted my corn. [sniffs]

Our last contest is a test of strength.

Pilou and I braided this rope

for a pawesome tug-of-w*r.


Come on, Meatball.

If we win this, we'll be the sheriffs.

Ready? Go!

-Go! Go!

-[Pilou giggles]

[strains]
Buddy! Will you lend me a paw or what?
[yawns]
[they yell]
Oh no. We lost!

I, Mayor Igor, award Buddy and Derence

the winners.

Meow City have new sheriffs this year.

[Derence] No need for the long faces,

cowboys.

Anyone can lose sometimes. Right, Buddy?

There's always someone stronger.

That goes for me too.


Come on, let's have a toast

with some milk.

Stop! We're out of milk.
No problem. Even without milk,

we can celebrate our new sheriffs

with a nice country ballad.


-[grunts]

-No, Gas!

The piano is broken.
[whimpers] OK, Boss.

[Boss] And now, everybody out

of my saloon!


There's a private party

and you're not invited.

OK. Buddy, let's go be sheriffs.
[quietly] Check on the treats.
Now then, see you around, sheriffs.

Ha! Let's go stuff ourselves

with all those crunchy treats.

[they chuckle]
[both grunt]
Hey!

What rattlesnakes ate all the treats

in the sheriff's office?

It's a heist!
[pants]
All the cat treats are gone! Help!
[Buddy] Cowboys! Run! Hurry!
Huh?
[Buddy] We've got a problem.
Someone stole the treats!
Oh!

Now don't just stand there.

Call the sheriffs!


Uh… you know, Buddy,

we are
the sheriffs.


You're lying like rattlesnakes, sheriffs.

You ate the treats.


Hmm. We did not!

I'm sure I'd remember if I had.

Uh…
Look! There are still treats in your hats.
Huh?
[they moan]
This is no fun.

We have no music,

the sheriffs aren't sheriffs.

And now we don't have any treats either.
[together] Our Wild West party is ruined.

We have to find the treats and the

bandits. After all, we're sheriffs, Buddy.

Wait!
Meatball and I want to lend you a paw.

And how could
you
help us?

[crackling]
My whiskers are telling us

both the bandits and the treats

are inside the saloon.

[dramatic music]

Boss, you said there was no milk

not long ago.


-No milk for
you,
cowboys.

-[they laugh]


-[piano plays dully]

-And why haven't you fixed the piano yet?

Who said you could play that?
Mmm… [groans]

You filled the milk bottles with…

cat treats!

[chuckles nervously]
[Boss yelps]
It's full of cat treats!
Huh?
Here's the loot!
Boss, Blister, and Scab are the bandits.
[grunts nervously]

♪ Now the treats have disappeared ♪


♪ And no one knows where they are ♪


♪ Everyone is looking for them ♪


♪ Are they near?

Are they far? ♪


♪ Maybe they're inside a barrel

Maybe they are on the roof ♪


♪ They are hidden in the saloon ♪


♪ Lampo and Meatball have the proof ♪


♪ What? ♪

[Pilou] Lampo and Meatball have the proof!

♪ Yay! ♪


♪ They are all ready now

To join the fray ♪


♪ Just like the Old West way ♪


♪ Bananas here and there

Are darting everywhere ♪


♪ And the treats are just the cause

They all want them in their paws ♪


♪ But hey! ♪


♪ But Buddy and Derence

Are plucky and brave ♪


♪ The day they're gonna save ♪


♪ Just with a belly flop

They'll stop Blister and Scab ♪


♪ Overwhelming Boss ♪


♪ They'll soon fly with him

Outside of the saloon ♪


♪ Everyone cheers around

And there is more than one reason ♪


♪ The treats have now been found

And the bad cats are in prison, yay! ♪


♪ Yippee-ay, yippee-ay ♪


♪ Yippee, yippee, yippee-ay ♪


♪ Yippee, yippee-ay ♪


Lampo and Meatball,

you did help us fetch the bandits.

You're finer sheriffs than we'll ever be.
These stars belong to you, cowboys.

Keep 'em, cowboys.

After all, it was only a game.

Huh.

Next year, we'll have another contest

to see who's the most sheriffy sheriff.

And this time, we'll win!

Sure as whiskers

that ain't gonna happen, cowboy.

[they laugh]