02x35 - Virtual Lucky

[bunniefuu]

-[theme music playing]
-[barking]

[engine revs]

♪ I'm seeing lots of spots ♪

♪ Plenty of polka dots ♪

[barking]

♪ Get those puppies! ♪

♪ Can't catch a furry flurry ♪

♪ Running in a blurry hurry ♪

[barking]

♪ Get those puppies! ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Canines on the run ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Them doggone dogs are fun ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Without fail you'll wind up
chasing your tail ♪

♪ What's the harm
in revelrous adventures ♪

-♪ On the funny farm? ♪
-[clucks]

-♪ 1-0-1 ♪
-[barks]

-♪ Life's just a bed of roses ♪
-♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Fast friends with cold, wet noses ♪

-♪ 1-0-1 ♪
-♪ Through thick, thin, push and pull ♪

♪ It's 1-0-1 oh wonderful! ♪

♪ Just tons of fun ♪

♪ 101 Dalmatians! ♪

[Roger mumbling,
typing on keyboard]

Oh, come on, Roger,
you need an ending!

Come on!

Anita, Cruella's not here yet,
is she?

[Anita] Not yet!

Whew!

Huh?

Nanny and her crazy inventions.

Nanny is nothing if not resourceful.

[Roger]
A catapult... perfect!

Oh, come on, you darn old
temperamental machine!

[Lucky]
Chow Tower or bust.

Cadet Lucky, ready for launch.

Copy that!

Commencing lunch sequence.

Sorry, launch sequence.

Grrrrr!

Wait! Abort! Abort!

My calculations show
you're too light.

I figure you need 108 pounds.

Oh, man, how am I gonna
carry that much weight?

[car engine revving]

Incoming! Sounds like Cruella.

Whoa!

[tires screeching]

[squawks]

[engine revs, Lucky gasps]

Whoaaaa!

Thank goodness, none of those
annoying puppies underfoot.

[Lucky]
Yaaaaah!

-[Cruella screams]
-[splash!]

Oh! Ptooey! Ohh!

[frog ribbits]

[frog blows raspberry]

Arrgh!

That does it!

I've had it up to here with you
and your reckless driving, lady!

This is our driveway!
Why, I oughta...

[yipping]

I have had it up to here
with you always being in my way!

Driveways are for cars, not dogs!

-I ought to...
-[Anita] Cruella?

I thought I heard you pull up.

Hello, Anita, darling!

Just spending some quality time
with your... dogs.

[snarls]

Is Rump Roast ready
for my weekly inspection

of his doomed business?

Uh, yes, I think so.

He's got an exciting
new video game to show you.

[Roger groans]

[Roger mumbling]

I hope.

Whooo! Done. I hope.

Aha!

[snarls]

Oh, love what you've done
with your hair, Cruella.

[Cruella] Can it, Red Robin,
I haven't much time.

So dazzle me with this year's
massive tax write-off.

Well, I think this game
is revolutionary.

It takes a new approach to winning
and encourages sportsmanship.

[Cruella] Hmm...

I am Barkio.
Enter my world if you dare.

My adventure began
innocently enough

when I was burying a bone.

Oh, I see you've used
your shabby little farm as a setting.

How banal.

Just wait.

I discovered an energy portal
to an alternate universe,

like this one and yet unlike.

[Cruella] Hmm.

[Rolly] That looks like Cruella's house.

Uh-huh. Before she changed the style
from early Gothic strange

to late, weird and tasteless.

Hey, that looks like our farm.

Now my only way back home is to
master this world's many realms

and find the mystical hidden portal.

Cool!

But first I must survive

the mean streets of Cyber Grutely,

escape the evil halls of De Vil-a-Villa,

and survive the final
otherworldly battle

at Dearly Departed Farm.

Well, I see you've written
what you know.

Unfortunately, Ringworm, what you know
is incredibly boring. [yawns]

[Lucky] ...and at each level,
I must do battle

with my evil arch enemy,
De Villa the Cruel!

Ah, at last, a likable character!

Oh, I have gotta play this!

No, Lucky, this isn't a game for pets.

[Cruella] It's mine!

No, Cruella, this isn't
a game for pests...

uh, fashion designers.

I mean, the computer has
been sort of buggy.

Odd power surges.
And I just now wrote the ending.

[snarls]

Why, I could swear that little monster
was challenging me.

[Anita]
Roger, telephone!

Uh, just a minute.

It's the computer game company!

Oh, I gotta take this. I'll be right back.

[snarling]

Does anyone else
sense tension here?

-[snarling]
-[both] Huh?

I'll beat the fur off of you,
you miserable mutt.

[yipping]

[man]
Beginning 2 player game.

Oh, must be one of those power
surges Roger was talking about.

[screaming]

[boom!]

[gasp]

Now that's what you call interactive.

-Ohhhh!
-Whoaaa!

[thud!]

I am Barkio.

Hey, I am Barkio.

This is totally rad!

Don't be absurd.

You're one of Anita
and Rollo's pups, and I'm...

My heavens, you're talking!

Well, duh, we're in a video game.

Anything can happen.

Dogs can talk, fish can walk.

Pigs can fly.

Streets can roll up like carpets.

Jump!

Inside a video game?

Oh, that's ridiculous!
Preposterous.

What on earth
makes you think that... huh?

Aaah!

[Lucky] It's the back side
of the computer screen.

That's Roger's office.

Oh! [sighs]

[thud!]

[puppies yipping]

Luck, are you okay?

Okay? He's been transformed
into so much ASCII code.

Maybe there's something
in Roger's notebook about this.

Roger calling this computer
"sort of buggy"

is like saying Cruella is kind of selfish.

[Lucky] Oh, I'm fine.
I'll just jump back through.

Ugggh...

Ouch! Or not.

We'll just turn the computer off.

That should do the trick.

No, turn it back on!

It says here that
during a cold power-down,

all game data is erased!

That means Lucky and Cruella.
As in, game over!

[Roger] Okay, I'm back. Let's...

Cruella left? Huh. How rude.

Oh, maybe she went downstairs.

[Spot]
Roger, no, don't!

Wait, don't go!

Lucky's trapped in the computer
with Cruella, and...

[yipping]

Okay, okay, shoo!
Everybody out of the way.

No! Roger! Roger!

[both] Wait!

Uh, guess we'll have to figure
our own way out.

Uh, let's see.

In the game intro, Barkio said

you have to find the secret portal
to get home.

Maybe if we find it,
we'll get out of the computer.

I can't believe I'm taking
survival advice

from something in a flea collar.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Only problem is,
we're in a two-player game,

which means only one of us can win.

I see!

[man] Round 1!

Aaah! The game's beginning.

Barkio must engage Cruella
in hand-to-paw combat

and win a ride
with the motorcycle g*ng.

[bikers snarling]

Haa! Kii! Waa!

Yow! Woo! Waza!

Hara!

Lucky's goin' at it with Cruella.

He must be lovin' this!

Rolly, Rolly, Rolly.

Don't you know that communication,
not violence, is the key

to peaceful resolution of conflict?

Turn the other cheek, Lucky!

B-b-bad news, guys.

According to Roger's notes,
Barkio has to defeat Cruella

at each contest, or else... game over!
k*ll her, Lucky!

Kick her pants, Lucky!

Yaaa! Hyaaa!

You don't stand a chance.

[clang]

[birds tweeting]

[bikers, snarling] You stink!

Unsportswomanlike conduct.

Round 1 goes to Barkio by default.

Ohh!

[bikers cheering]

Aaaah!

Since when do motorcycle gangs
value fighting fair?

Remember, Roger wrote this game.

Oh, yeah. Question answered.

Uggh!

Round 2, De Vil-a-Villa.

Barkio must navigate from
the front door to the back door

without setting eyes on the
no-makeup Cruella Medusa.

[groaning] Ooooh!

Memo to myself:
vaporize hairdresser.

Yes, Roger, how do you
really feel about Cruella?

Oh, Roger's notes say that
if Lucky sees the Cruella Medusa,

he turns to stone and it's...

Wait, let us guess.

[both] Game over!

You have to get
through Cruella's house

to the back door, Lucky!

[Rolly] And whatever happens,
don't look at the Cruella Medusa!

No problem. I've snuck
into this place so many times,

I know it like the back of my paw.

Huh?

Oops. Hee hee.
Someone remodeled.

I think it's this way.

It's like a modern art painting.

I hate modern art.

[footsteps, Cruella snickering]

[Rolly] Look out!

Take a look at me!

[maniacal laughter]

A good hard look!

-[snarls]
-[yipping]

[panting]

[maniacal laughter]

Whaaaa! [gasp]

[maniacal laughter]

That's the Zombie Army of
Dress Dummy Cruella Medusas!

Who thinks of this stuff?

B-b-but one of them is the real thing!

Look out! It's that one!

[Cadpig] No, that one, left!
[Rolly] No, right!

Haaa!

[both] Look out!

[cackling]

Whoaaaaa!

Whoaaaaa!

[sighs] Thanks, guys. Hey!

You're in the game, too!

Oh, no, I'm not very good
at video games.

And if we're stuck in here,
that means Spot is left... alone!

Excuse me a moment.

[squawking]

[playing discordant notes]

Aaaaaaa...!

There. I feel much better now.

After all, it can't get any worse.

[Anita] Roger, dinner's almost ready.

Coming! I'm just gonna shut down
the computer.

No!

We have to find the back door.

[all] There it is!

[squawking]

Okay, it's worse.

I'm sure to win.

[doorknob rattling]

What?

I can't remember the last time
I enjoyed a bad hair day.

[chuckles]

-[yipping]
-[Lucky] There's the door.

Dive for it!

Aha!

Aaaaaa!

[gasp] Ohhh!

[electronic buzzing]

Second round to Barkio!

-All right!
-Excellent!

What happened?

I turned off the brightness.

So we couldn't see the Cruella Medusa.

Quick thinkin', Spot!

You better hurry!
I don't know how much longer

I can keep Roger from
shutting down the computer!

[Lucky] Come on, the last level
is at the virtual farm.

Aaaah!

Cruella? Are you in there?

[Spot squawking]

Uggh!

[sighs] How do I get locked out
of the office? [mumbling]

Wasting energy.
Ah, what a day!

[squawk]

The third and final round.

[yipping]

Armageddon!

Oh, that sounds encouraging.

Barkio must compete
against Cruella

in the battle to end all battles,

here, in the driveway
of Dearly Departed Farm.

I am Barkio!

Hey, what's going on?

We've all become Barkio.

At last, supreme oneness.

Joinedness, togetherness.

When is it over?

As soon as we win this sucker.

[groaning]
She's still here!

She must be playing the game up there.

The woman simply won't take no
for an answer.

-[crash!]
-Ohhh!

Aaaaah!

Yowwww!

Let the battle for ultimate
control of the driveway begin!

No fair, she gets the lawnmower of death
and we get a hay ride!

If it makes you feel better,
think of it as the hayride of death.

Whoaaa!

Let's try that pitchfork.

[Rolly] A direct hit!

Ooh! Ooh!

Whoo! Barkio!

[Lucky] She's digging up
Nanny's garden.

[Cadpig] Ooh, she's gonna get in trouble.

What's she digging for?

There's nothing in Nanny's garden
but... worms.

[worm roars, Cruella chuckles]

[Cruella] I hope you enjoy
your virtual reality!

Uh-oh.

Out of a*mo.

The battle of the driveway is mine!

Only one of us will escape: me!

Aaaaaah!

Prepare to be doomed
to computerized oblivion!

Uh-oh! Looking bad
for the good guys.

We can at least leave her
with a little egg on her face.

Take that!

Yes! The eggs are expl*sive. Cool!

Fire at will!

Whoa! Oh!

I hope you like
your eggs scrambled!

[roar!]

[Cruella shrieks]

Round 3 to Barkio.

Now for your final test.

Find the secret portal
that will carry you home.

Where could it be?

[Rolly] It's Nanny's catapult.

Roger said he'd just written
the ending.

He must have been watching.

And that means that the portal
is the Chow Tower window.

Quick!

No, wait! Remember the weight!

You need 108 more pounds!
Hurry up!

Roger is determined
to shut this thing down!

Is everything all right,
Roger?

Fine!

Rolly and I add another 8 pounds.

We need 100 more!

How about Cruella?

I bet she weighs 100 pounds.

Yeah, so would a bunch of rocks.

I vote for the rocks.

Come on, you guys.

She's a pain, but we can't
just leave her here.

What are you doing?

Get off of me!

No, listen, this must be
the secret to the game.

We have to cooperate to get out.

[Cruella] How very Roger.

[Roger straining]

[all] Aaaaaaah!

Nooooo!

[sighs]

We did it!

Now what's going on?

[puppies yipping,
Cruella chuckling]

Cruella?
Is that what you've been doing,

playing with the puppies?

It was extraordinary, Rodman.

We were inside your video game!

And your pups were talking and then...

Ahem! Don't be absurd.

I was giving your video game
a test run, that's all.

Well, it really wasn't ready yet,
but what did you think?

Well, it teaches fair play,
cooperation, and teamwork.

[chuckles] I didn't much care for it.

[Spot and puppies laughing]

[theme music playing]