02x42 - Every Little Crooked Nanny/Cone Head

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[lively music playing]

[Cadpig] Ah, spring, a season of renewal.

The flowers are blooming,
the birds are chirping.

Nanny is ridding the house

of Cruella's electronic
surveillance devices.

[Nanny humming]

Phew!

[electric whir]

I hate spring.

How am I supposed to spy on my employees

to make sure they're not doing
the kind of dirty double-dealing

that got me where I am today?

The sewing room monitor's
still working, Ms. de Vil.

-Ah.
-[beep]

The delivery is all set.

Oh, I can't wait to see Duchess
and Princess in my new designs.

Duchess? Princess?

So, Anita's secretly designing
for royal clients.

I bet she's planning to start her own
company and run me out of business.

Uh-oh. Found another camera.

[Cruella] Rats!

Ugh, so much for Miss nosy-body Cruella.

-[knocking]
-Hm?

-Hm.
-[knocking continues]

Congratulations, Nanny.
You are the proud winner

of the Grutely Glamor
Galleria's Day of Beauty.

Tell her what she's won, Hortense.

A magic carpet to a more beautiful you,

including a complete makeover:

hairdo, manicure, leg-waxing,

and each and every toe painted with scenes
from cartoon shows.

But I... I've got work to do.

Come on, now.

Let's get beautiful.

Whoa!

Oh, it just needs a deeper neckline
or something.

[knocking]

Nanny, there's someone at the door!

-[knocking continues]
-Nanny?

[sighs]
Where is she?

[clamoring]

What is that? I mean, who is that?

[all] Hm?

Hello. My name is Cranny.

I'm your new housekeeper.

Housekeeper? Where's Nanny?

-Oh!
-Oh, look, she left a note behind.

[sniffs, growls]

"Dear Anita, I've been called away.

My old friend Cranny will cover for me
while I'm gone."

[Anita] That's very strange.

It's not like Nanny
to suddenly take off without a word.

[sniffs, sighs]

She smells awfully familiar.

It's kind of like a cross
between eau de cologne and old gym socks.

It's sweet of you to fill in for Nanny.

[Anita]
I guess you can start with the vacuuming.

If you need me,
I'll be upstairs in my sewing room.

Mm-hmm.

I thought she'd never leave.

[grunts]
I can hardly breathe in this mask.

[all] Cruella!

I knew she smelled familiar.

[gasps]

Yes. These must be Anita's royal designs.

-[door opens]
-Oh!

Oh, good. You found my portfolio.

The vacuum's in the closet.

She's got to be up to no good.

We have to expose her
for the phony she is.

I'll bet Cruella's also the reason
Nanny disappeared.

I just hope Nanny's okay.

[Nanny] Oh, my goodness.

[giggles]

[humming]

[Nanny laughs]
Oh, that tickles.

Hm, that's pretty.

Now do the other one in teal.

[groans]

Hm.

How does one work this carpet-sucky thing?

Hello? Hello!

Clean the room.

I can tell this house is in no danger
of being cleaned.

Maybe she just needs a little help.

Uh-oh.

Oh! Stupid thing.

[whirring]

[grunting, shrieking]

-Ah! Oof!
-[thuds]

[screaming]

[grunts]

Where's Spot?

-[Cruella screams]
-[Spot squawks]

[squawks]

[coughs]

-[door opens]
-[Anita] Cranny, is everything all right?

Oh, fine, fine.

I just, uh, sneezed.

[Anita] Oh, gosh,
I hope you aren't catching a cold.

I'll be down in a few minutes
to give you some vitamin C.

Hello, Springtime Cleaning Service?

[swooshes]

[all] Hut-hut-hut-hut-hut
hut-hut-hut-hut-hut.

Hut-hut-hut-hut-hut
hut-hut-hut-hut-hut.

Ah! She's good.

[phone rings]

Hello? The styles are ready?
One o'clock? Oh, that's perfect.

That's when I'll be doing a fitting
with Duchess and Princess.

Oh, they'll be so thrilled.

So, Duchess and Princess
will be here at one.

Well, it's time they met a real designer.

[phone rings]

Hello? Oh, yes, Cruella.

Lunch? Today?

Uh, sure, you're always welcome.

See you at one. Kiss, kiss.

[chuckles]
Once they've met the one and only Cruella,

Anita's royal clients will be mine.

Now, to rush home and put on something
befitting the occasion.

[Anita] Oh, Cranny, there you are.

My boss is coming over and I need you
to make us some lunch.

Oh. Uh... But, Mrs. Dearly, I, uh...

I have to run out
and buy some, uh, clothes...

for the, um... clothesline.

Oh, please, Cranny.

My boss is very picky.

This is a job for a professional
like yourself.

[groaning]
But...

[Anita] Cruella will be here any minute.

Hello, Deli de Vil?

I want some food delivered to Dearly Farm.

Oh, man. She's ordering lunch.

[all] Hut-hut-hut-hut-hut
hut-hut-hut-hut-hut.

Hut-hut-hut-hut-hut
hut-hut-hut-hut-hut.

She's outsmarted us again.

Enough games.

Let's cut right to the chase.

[grunting]

[growling]

Oh! Oh!

[Cruella grunts]

[Cruella] Come back with my mask,
you vicious...

Oh! You can't get away from me.

Aha!

[growling]

-Cruella?
-[gasps]

Anita! Rubdown.

I, uh... Oh!

I thought I'd drop by early.

Oh. Well, great.

Now, that you're here, let's eat lunch.

Cranny will serve us. Cranny?

Uh... gotta go wash up.

Um, is it my imagination or is that woman
wearing our drapes?

[groaning]

Oh! Don't even think about it.

Somebody, get that mask!

[grunts]

[gasps]

[growling]

-Ugh!
-[Spot groans]

[grunting]
Let go, you smelly flea bag.

[thud, crashing]

Yoo-hoo! Lunch is served.

-[both gasp]
-Cranny!

What happened to you?

Uh-oh.

There's no reason to get angry.

Sheesh! What an attitude.

-[door opens]
-[Roger] When's Nanny coming home?

Now's our chance to expose her.

Normally, I'm against unprovoked violence,

But, in this case, trash her!

[barking]

[groaning]

Cruella, you're Cranny?

But why the disguise?

[grunts]

Never mind that.

Why are you keeping this Duchess
and Princess all to yourself?

How could you?

After all I've done for you?

Duchess? Princess?

You mean, you want to meet them?

They're right outside in the barn.

The one place I'd never look.

Oh, you are a sly minx.

Here they are.

Duchess and Princess.

Your Highnesses.

It is such an honor to meet you.

-[mooing]
-I don't recognize that accent.

You must...
[gasps]

Cows?

And these covers are going to keep them
all snuggly warm this winter.

Right, girls?

These are for a couple of smelly old cows?

[mooing]

Oof! Oh! Oh, no! Oh! Ooh!

I've never been so humiliated
in all my life.

I'm calling my lawyer.

What just happened here?

Well, as near as I can tell,
Cruella just wanted to meet our cows.

I will never figure that woman out.

Oh!
[grumbles]

[mellow music playing]

Okay, guys, get ready
for the mama of all belly flops.

-Go for it!
-[cheering]

You call that a high dive?

My grandmother jumps off
sofas taller than that.

[laughing]

[grunting]

Would your grandmother jump off of this?

Why stop there?

Why not from that branch?

[grunting]

I was kidding!

What's the matter? You chicken?

[imitating chicken crow]

Actually, it's more from the epiglottis.

Like this...
[crows]

Come on, are you a canine or a capon?

Lucky, let me see,
how can I put this delicately?

Have you gone barn-wacky?

Ah, don't sweat it, sis. Piece of cake.

Yeah!

See, guys, I told ya, piece of c... Ugh.

A piece of cugh?
What kind of cake is that?

[growls]

There you go, Lucky.

Just some minor lacerations.

You're gonna be just fine.

Give it a week
and you'll be as good as new.

She says he'll be good as new.

-Good.
-Phew.

And to make sure
you don't pull those stitches out,

I'm fitting you with a nice new cone.

[gasps]

She's fitting him with a nice new cone.

[both] The cone?

[screaming]

What's so bad about a cone?

It's only the single most embarrassing,
humiliating,

and totally uncool thing ever invented
by veterinary medicine.

Come on, it can't be that bad.

[engine starts]

Okay, time to rejoin the g*ng.

[whimpers]

Look, I know you're a bit skittish,
but after an accident,

the best thing to do
is get right back out there.

[sighs]
Poor little guy.

He looks silly in that thing.

At least he doesn't know it.

That's the way people should be.

We're all so obsessed with appearances

when it's really
what's inside that counts.

I mean, who cares what you look like?

[stammers]

[gasps]
I'm bald!

[wails]

Okay, here he comes.

Now remember, no matter how bad it looks,

pretend you don't notice it.

Hey, Luck, how's it goin'?

[chuckles]
Lookin' good.

Yeah, I didn't even notice
your giant, nerdy, plastic cone.

Ow! What?

Okay, I know I look like a dork.

You guys don't have to cover.

Who's covering? We're not covering.

What's up with home dog?

-Must have lost a bet.
-[both chuckle]

Pay no attention.

You know, mad cow disease.

[cow moos]

Ooh, you'd better take it slow, boy.

You don't want to bust your lampshade.

[laughs]

He's not laughing at you.
He's laughing with you.

[laughs]

[both gasp]

Uh-oh.

Hey, look, we got us a snow cone boy.

Let me guess, loser flavor?

[laughter]

Okay, so I've got a bald spot.

Who cares? Beauty is only skin deep.

It's what's inside that counts.

[Anita] Roger, lunch is ready.

Uh, yeah, coming!

As soon as I hide my hideous, naked skull.

[Roger] This should do the trick.

Huh? Perfect.

[rooster crows]

All right, remember,

style is 99% attitude,

and one percent revolving credit.

So, let's see you sell it, bubbe!

[jazzy music playing]

-[bell dings]
-[wheels squeak]

Ah! Whoa!

[splashes]

[coughs, sputters]

Hey, fountain face.

I've been looking for a new birdbath.

[laughs]

[Cadpig] Now, this time,
don't just wear the cone, be the cone!

[jazzy music playing]

[panting]

[groans]

[groans]

[screams]

[screaming]

[crashes]

[horn honks]

[barking]

[burbling]

Hey, cone-head,
what's your next impersonation?

A speed bump?

[laughter]

[sighs]

[grunting]

Hm.

Ugh.

[sighs]

[shatters]

[gasps]

Goodbye, glare. Hello, hair.

[sneezes]

[gulps]

[Roger screams]

Come out here and work that magic!

[jazzy music playing]

I look like a giant freckle, don't I?

[all] Uh...

Maybe if we put a bag over your head.

Okay, that's it.

I've had it
with trying to hide this thing.

If I've got to wear a cone,
I've got to wear a cone.

Hey, Capgun,
can I borrow your satellite dish?

We're trying to get the game
from Pakistan.

[laughter]

[growls]

[screams]

Okay, barrel-butt!

Meet me down at Hiccup Hole in 10 minutes.
We've got a score to settle.

[grunting]

Your stitches are almost healed.

But what about what the doctor said?

Won't you tear your stitches?

Just pull!

[grunting]

[sighs]

At last, freedom.

Now, I can challenge Mooch
on equal footing.

And how is your head supposed to heal?

Magic?

This has gotta fit.

It's from my old Junior Houdini
Hocus-Pocus kit.

[grunts, sighs]

[Anita] Roger, we're waiting.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

Ha! Hm.

Too over-the-top.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Okay, here's the deal.

A double jump.
Whoever makes the bigger splash, wins.

What about your stitches, Luckless?

You just let me worry about that.

Pardon me, but is there any chance
I can make a tiny plea for sanity?

[screams]

-Geronimo!
-Bombs away!

[groans]

I didn't think so.

[howling]

What on earth was that?

[groaning]

Anybody remember Dr. Winokur's number?

No dice. She put up a curtain.

They've been in there for hours.

Just remember, when he comes out,

act completely natural.

[laughter]

[laughing]
I'm sorry, Lucky. It's just that...

You look so...

[Lucky] Stupid?

[all laughing]

Yes!

Well, I was stupid.

I could have been really hurt.

This time, I'm gonna wear the cone
no matter what it looks like.

Besides, the cone isn't the worst thing
that can happen to you.

[laughter]

Dr. Winokur, we're so glad
you could stay for gazpa...

cho.

-Huh?
-Darling, what are you doing?

Well, um, I seem to have this...

Bald spot?

You know?

I've always known,

but it's never made a difference to me.

After all, beauty is only skin deep.

It's what's inside that counts.

Whatever you do,
don't mention the love handles.

[laughing]

[Roger shouting]

[theme music playing]