01x24 - Frame That Toon

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♪ Once upon a time in Toontown ♪

♪ There was a cat that had it all ♪

♪ Fortune and fame top of the game ♪

♪ Up until he hit the wall ♪

♪ Now he makes a livin' downtown ♪

♪ Walkin' on a brand new beat ♪

♪ Slippin' through the new day
Trippin' on a two-way ♪

♪ Ticket down a one-way street
Beep beep beep ♪

♪ Who's that cat ♪

[siren]

♪ Crackin' up crime? ♪

♪ Stoppin' the clock ♪

[clock ticking]

♪ Hope he gets here on time ♪

[old car horn]

-♪ Let's go--
-Bonkers ♪

♪ Yeah! Totally nuts ♪

-♪ Bonkers
-No ifs ands or but buts ♪

-♪ Bonkers
-Someone's stealin' the show ♪

♪ Can't stay I go, go! Oh, no! ♪

-♪ Bonkers
-Things gettin' outta control ♪

♪ Now you're caught in a trap
Ready to snap ♪

♪ Snappin' the cap
And you're takin' the rap ♪

♪ But ya can't hold back
That wacky attack ♪

♪ That's why you're still a star ♪

-♪ 'Cause you're--
-Bonkers ♪

-♪ Bonkers
-Bonkers ♪

♪ Bonkers ♪

♪ Wherever you-- wherever you--
Wherever you-- ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ Bonkers ♪

[Bonkers] This city,
a dark mysterious burg,

full of inky shadows, shady characters,

and dangerous dames.

[Bonkers giggling]

I mean, ladies.

This is the beat of Lucky Piquel,

police officer, keeper of the peace,
donut dunker.

It's a tough job, but he's a tough cop,
and I should know.

I'm his tough partner.

Bonkers D. Bobcat is the name.
Crime fighting is the game.

You watch too many detective movies.
Now, come on. We have work to do.

-[saxophone music playing]
-Hey, do you hear that?

Where is that saxophone music comin' from?

From a new friend.

Lucky, meet Alto.

You could call me Al.

A toon saxophone?

The kid's new in town.
I agreed to help him find his brother

in exchange for a little mood music.

Sorry, we don't have time to search
for any flaky musician.

My brother's no flake.

Mack is a superstar.

He sent me this letter about
the big-time job he has and everything.

Only forgot to mention where the
job is located.

Of course that should be no problem

for the Chief Ministerial Caesar of
Detectives.

"Chief Ministerial Caesar of Detectives?"

And his partner, the Deputy Chief
Executive Detective.

Me? Deputy Chief Executive?

Give me a break, Iron Valve.

Although it does have
a certain ring to it.

Sorry. We can't help.
No crime's been committed.

And besides, the Chief
and I are investigating

a big rash of tourist thefts.

I still don't see why would
anyone want to steal

a bunch of tourists, especially
if they got a rash? Ew!

I'm talkin' about wallets,
jewelry, credit cards, huh.

Somebody's been robbing tourists,

and solving this one would
be a major feather in my cap.

Gee, Lucky, you managed
to get a feather in your cap

even without solving the tourist crime.

Just remember why we look like this.

On account of because
we got dressed in the dark?

On account of because
we're undercover dressed as tourists,

and what better place to trap
a criminal preying on tourists

than the city's biggest tourist trap?

Wow! A real live stakeout!

This'll look excellent in my photo album.

Perhaps I was a trifle too close.

We're not supposed to call
attention to ourselves.

We're supposed to blend in.
Now look at me.

I'm the master of disguise.
No one would even know--

excuse me, Officer.

Could you tell me how to get
to Hollywood and Vine?

Um... [clears throat] How'd you know
I was a cop, ma'am?

Easy. No self-respecting tourist
would wear that ridiculous getup.

Right, well, uh...

I dressed in the dark.

Get your souvenir passes!

Souvenir passes to the silver note!

Free souvenir passes.

Hey, there, chumps, I mean, chums.

Have a pass to my jazz club,
the silver note.

Stop on by.

[man] Hey, I've been robbed!

Hear that? All right,
we got a break. Let's go.

You been robbed?

I'll say. Six bucks for popcorn and cola.

It's highway robbery, that's what it is.

[Al] I don't understand.

I've been up and down every
street in this city,

and no one's heard of Mack the Bass.

Wait a minute!

Of course no one's heard of Mack the Bass.

A big superstar like you
probably changed your name.

Who knows what your fans call you now?

[man 2] Hey, you noisy, overgrown violin,

cut the racket and get to work.

We got a show tonight. Remember?

[stuttering] Yes, Mr. Malone.

I was just practicin' some new songs.

I don't want any new songs.

Look, we made a deal.

You play the kind of music
that puts an audience to sleep.

And I play the pickpocket
while the audience can't see.

But, it's not right.

Hey, you're the one who came
to Hollywood to clean up.

Yeah. But there must be a better
way then robbin' tourists.

You want another way to clean up?

Start mopping.

Well, someday I'll show him.
Someday I'll play my music.

Remember when we used
to play together as kids

and you said, "play from your soul,"

and I said, "what's music got
to do with the bottom of your feet?"

Then finally, I caught on, thanks to you.

Man, nobody plays music like that,

no one except...

-Mack!
-Al!

-Oh!
-Oh!

-I don't believe it!
-I missed you, Man!

♪ You're the Mack now ♪
♪ You're the Mack now ♪

You hit the big time!

Big time? What you talkin'
about the big time?

Hey, what's going on back there?

Look, Kid, you should've called first.

-[stuttering]
-We'll rap later. I got to go.

-Who was that?
-Nobody.

Just somebody I used to know.
Nobody that matters.

Look, Bonkers, I said
I'll help you find Alto,

but I thought you knew where he lived.

-I do. This is it!
-[tires screeching]

Ta-da! Alto's place!

He lives in a saxophone case?

And it was in our trunk all the time?

Why did you have me driving all over town?

Frankly, partner, I thought
you could use the practice.

[chime]

Hello! Anybody home?

Looks like Alto was reading
his brother's letter

and decided to go look for him.

Only he doesn't know where to look.

But we do.

This torn flier matches
the one we got at the theater.

"The Silver Note Jazz Club."

Hey, now that we have this,
we can find Mack

and be back to your tourist
crowds in no time.

How hard can it be to find
a club called the Silver Note?

[shouting]

Figures. Over a hundred
Silver Note clubs in this city.

[crash]

We've been to every one but the right one.

Yeowy yeowy yeowy!

That's the first time I ever rode
a mechanical bull.

-Alto?
-Alto?

Oh, hi, guys, what you doin' here?

Lookin' for your brother,
but couldn't find him.

However, we did find a place to get
a chocolate malted with chilI peppers.

That's okay. I found Mack.

-Where?
-At a jazz club on the wharf.

And he didn't want to have
anything to do with me.

He's a big shot, and I'm a nobody.
[sighs]

Sounds like your brother is the nobody.

The only clubs down
at the wharf are dives.

Then why would Mack want to get rid of me?

Well, maybe he's not the big
shot you thought he was.

Maybe he didn't want to disappoint you.

Mack could never disappoint me,

and I'll tell him so myself.

That sounds like Mack playing.

Maybe I better just wait
outside till he finishes.

Ooh-whee!

No wonder he ain't made
it to the big time.

This music could put
an entire audience to sleep.

-[Mack playing]
-[audience snoring]

See what I mean?

[gasps]

Sleep tight, tourists. Don't mind me.

I'm just collecting my tips.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, my, but you are so
giving, and I am taking.

Ha ha ha ha!

I don't get it. My brother
would never help out a crook.

Oh, man, this is bad!

It gets worse.

[gasps]

-How could it get worse?
-Heh heh!

Too bad saxophones can't float.

-Actually, we can.
-Oh, no, you can't.

Who's your little friend?

Oh, hiya, Boss.
It's Mack's little brother.

I caught him snoopin'.

Terrific. I could use some
help with tonight's heist.

A job! I won't work for you if--

if I were going to turn your
brother over to the cops?

When do I start?

You know, I think I'm gettin' soft.

What makes you say that?

I can't concentrate
on these tourist crimes.

I'm worried about your little buddy Alto.

A toon? You're worried about a toon?

I better check your temperament.
You might have a fever.

I mean, the wharf is not
one of your safer places.

Aw. Isn't that sweet? Compassion.

Besides, I don't want to be the one
scrapin' some toon off the sidewalk.

It's always so... messy.

Sorry, Sir, but we prefer
a more sophisticated clientele.

Don't worry. He's not with me.

Oh. Well, in that case, come right in.

Come on, Lucky. We're out of here.

[Mack playing]

Don't worry, Lucky. I'll get us in.

[ding]

I know, you're probably thinkin',
"Why didn't I think of this?"

[screaming]

[beeping]

[screech]

[crash]

[gasping]

Sorry, Lucky.

[ding]

Oh, man. Why did you have
to come back, Kid?

Why did you have to become a crook?

Some big star you turn out to be.

I only did it so you could
become a star. A big star.

You mean, to music school?

That's right. Send you to music school.

I borrowed money from him,

and found out that wasn't the only
thing with strings attached.

He's paying me back with
interest, and if he doesn't.

I frame him for my crimes.

Com'on the show's about to start.

[sniffing]

Don't mind me. I'm just here
undercover, sniffin' out clues.

[sniffing]

Yoo yoo yoo yoo! Alto's hat!

Excuse me.

Listen, Mack, didn't anyone ever tell
you about sneakin' up on people?

How do you know my name?

-What's your name?
-Mack.

Hey, I'm lookin' for a Mack,
but he's a stand-up bass.

So am I.

You're lookin' for a stand-up bass?

No. I am a stand-up bass.

[Bonkers] The case was goin' nowhere.
And neither was this scene.

Then I saw...

ta-da-da-da...

the earmuffs!

Do you mind if I turn the fan on?
It's hot in here.

Aah!

[crash]

They prefer a more
sophisticated clientele.

[scoffs] I'll show that big baboon
who's sophisticated.

Hey, you! Your mama wears army boots,
and your dad has a...

a real dry, patchy skin!

Hey, who said that?
Why, I'll brutalize ya.

Ha ha! Patchy skin. Gets 'em every time.

Good evening, Sir, I'm Greasy Malone,

the proprietor of this dive,
fine dining establishment.

No, I can't stay. I'm lookin' for someone.

A toon sax about yea high.

Never seen him. Enjoy the show.

[slurps]

Eew!

-This soda is warm.
-And wet, too!

[sputtering, spitting]!

Look. I found Alto's hat backstage.

That's funny.
The owner said he never saw Alto.

Hey, Pal. What do you know about this hat?

Must've shrunk in the wash.

Now on with the show!

[applause]

[yawning]

This music--

-[yawns]
-[patrons snoring]

I can't seem to keep my eyes open.

[yawns]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[yawns]

Here, Kid, put these earmuffs on

so you can't hear the music.
And stay close.

We've got plenty of pockets to pick.

I don't believe it.

This guy's a detective.

No wonder he was askin' so many questions.

Take care of him. I'll finish up.

Here you go, Mr. Detective.

You can sleep in this fish for now.

Later, you can sleep with the fish
at the bottom of the sea.

[Mack continues playing]

[all snoring]

Pick that stuff up, Kid,
and make it snappy. We're in a hurry.

I'm hurryin'. I'm hurryin'.

[Bonkers snoring]

The Chief Ministerial
Caesar of Detectives.

Hey, kid, more loot comin' back at ya.

[beeping]

[alarm sounds]

It's a toon thing.

[Alto] Uh-oh!

Alto.

You're robbing tourists?

I must be dreaming.

[yawns]

That's it. We're outta here.

But-- but-- but-- you...

[Mack continues playing]

Mack, stop! What are you trying to do?
Put the whole audience to sleep?

As a matter of fact, yes.

[Bonkers] The case was getting confusing,
but Mack had given me the right answer.

Now if I could find the right question.

I got a question.

-You do?
-Yeah.

How do you do that narration thing
without moving your lips?

Uh-uh. First, you tell me
what's going on around here.

Okay, okay, you see,

I borrowed some money from
Greasy Malone, that's my boss,

to send Al, that's my brother,
to music school,

that's a school where they teach music.

[yawns] This sounds as boring
as his last performance.

Okay, Kid, you've done a good job,

but I'm afraid I can't risk having
you blow your horn to the authorities,

so you'll just have to join
the detective when we dump him at sea.

[laughing]

[Bonkers] Fish Inspector! Fish Inspector!

Surprise inspection! All hands on deck.

Fish Inspector?

You're the funniest-looking
Fish Inspector I ever saw.

Ah, yeah, well... I've been sick.

So, I see.

[crash]

Eew!

Who ordered the anchovies?

The Chief Ministerial
Caesar of Detectives!

We're saved!

Uh, look, Alto... there's something
I think I ought to tell you.

[indistinct snoring]

-[groans]
-What's goin' on?

Well, you might say we caught the culprit
who committed all those tourist crimes,

of course it wouldn't be true,
but you might say it.

Bonkers!

Okay, okay, okay. The crooks caught
us before we could catch them.

But I like my ending better.

There must be some way out of here.

Great. I'll check.

[coughing]

[Bonkers] Things looked bad.

We were in a jam, a bit of a bind,

a tough spot.

Will you cut that out?

It's helpless! Helpless, I say!

There's nothing down here
but a big pile of fish,

a few oily rags,

and an unbelievable huge
crate of toon flares.

Hey, hey, these babies could send up
a really great distress signal.

[crash]

Owee!

All right. Everybody out on the deck!

Must be time for the shuffleboard
competition...

...then again, I could be wrong.

You won't get away with this.

When Mack finds out, he's gonna--

Cover in the corner like he always does.

Face it, Kid. Your brother's
a loser, a wimp, and a coward.

We'll see who's a loser,
a wimp, and a coward.

Just wait till you see
what I have in my pocket.

Bet you're scared now?

A bologna sandwich?

-Oops!
-[laughing embarrassingly]

One moment, please.

Intermission is over, Mr. Comedy Relief.

[Bonkers] Uh-oh!

[Bonkers screaming]

I don't remember that being
part of the plan.

Guess it's just you and me.

I hope hand-to-hand combat
doesn't irritate your dry, Patchy Skin.

You!

Why, I'll nauseate you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's over the side with you, Pal.

Huh?

Mack... am I jazzed...

[yawns] ...to see you.

[yawns]

Nighty-night.

[both snoring]

I make it look easy, don't I?

Alto, before you go,
I have something to tell you.

I'm not really the Chief Ministerial
Caesar of Detectives.

You mean you really are a Fish Inspector?

[gulps] I'm a regular cop.

I used the fancy title to impress you.

You impress me just
fine by being yourself.

In fact, everybody did.

[Bonkers] The case was closed,
the criminals locked up.

And all the questions were answered.

Actually, I have one question.

How do you do that narration
thing without moving your lips?

I don't. He does.

Bonkers D. Bobcat is the name.

Crime fightin' is the game.

There are two of you?

Oh, no, that can't be.

Tell me that isn't true, 'cause...
[hyperventilating]

Where did I go wrong? There can't be two,

'cause if there's two of yo...

[mumbling gibberish]