02x43 - Channels/Un-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 ♪

♪ Through thick, thin, push and pull
It's 1-0-1 oh wonderful! ♪

♪ Just tons of fun ♪

♪ 101 Dalmatians! ♪

[announcer]
And now back to Thunderbolt .

-[growling]
-[gasps]

Look out, Thunderbolt!

Your evil twin
is sneaking up behind you!

No matter how many times
I see this rerun,

I can't look!

[growls]

[newscaster]
We interrupt this program

to bring you
an emergency news bulletin.

[angry mutters]

Pamela Lee Frizzle,
your one-woman news team,

on the scene
of a major traffic disaster

in downtown Grutely.

[Pamela] And now,
an exclusive interview with the innocent

victim of this senseless tragedy.

-It's Anita.
-[gasps]

What's going on?

Really, Pamela, one stalled car

is hardly a senseless tragedy.

It is in Grutely.

Now tell us exactly what happened

after your car screeched
to a terrifying halt.

It didn't screech,
and I wasn't terrified.

I just ran out of gas,
and when I went for help,

I accidentally locked my keys in the car.

There you have it, a car, a key,

a careless moment,

and life for this motorist
will never be the same.

And now, let's get some...
[grunts]

exclusive aerial coverage
of the disaster scene.

-[Jasper] Look out, Horace.
-I'm looking...

- [Jasper] Stop looking, start stopping!
-[tires screech]

Yes, the excitement just keeps building

in Grutely's fast-growing,
major gridlock disaster.

This is Pamela Lee Frizzle

returning you now
to your regular program.

[theme music plays]

Oh, no! Thunderbolt's over!

We've been robbed.

Well, at least now
we can watch The Gravy Channel.

[Lucky] No way, Rolly.

Anita's car just missed
getting smashed.

We've got to help her.

But tonight on The Gravy Bunch,

they're taking out the lumps.

Oh, what are we?
Couch dogs or cool dogs?

Uh, can we take a vote?

Lucky's right. Why watch
an adventure when you can have one?

-Huh?
-Let's go help Anita.

And just how you plan
on doing that, girl?

Huh, good question.

I know, we'll get their spare keys

hanging in the kitchen
and take 'em to her.

Aww, all the way to Grutely?

That'll take hours!

I know a short cut
through the dairy farm.

Well, now that they're gone,

we can watch some real TV.

[announcer]
Now "As the World Churns..."

What? Sweet little Eloise
broke out of her pasture

and ran off with that
long-horned Lance Brama?

How can you watch that drivel?

Drivel? Girl, have you seen
that Lance Brama?

Whoo!
That's a lot of bull, girl.

You can say that again.

Meanwhile, we're missing
the cheddar cheese awards.

My cousin Queenie down the road

is getting a golden bucket

for best butter fat performance
in a domestic dairy.

Thank you.
You know, since I was a little heifer,

I dreamed of making
it big in the dairy biz,

but I couldn't have done it
without the warm fingers

of my milker.

Just wait.
I bet she thanks me next

for all the advice I gave her.

Ah! [grunts]

-[gasps] Look!
-[gasps]

There's a cow convention
blocking my shortcut.

Hold it, guys.

[both scream, grunt]

Hey, who turned out the lights?

Ah! Save yourselves!

[frantic moos]

-[electricity buzzes]
-[screams]

Turn it off!

-Pesky pups!
-Call the dog catcher!

[cows] Mooo-ve them out!

[gasps]

[giggles] Ladies, please.

This overt hostility
is totally unfeminine.

Calm down before
you curdle yourselves!

[bellows]

[moos echo]

Just run!

Ooh, this is almost as exciting

as the time Lance Brama broke up
the Colombian alfalfa cartel.

We interrupt this program

to bring you another
late-breaking news bulletin.

-Oh! Not again!
-Oh, not again.

We are live from
the Greater Grutely Gridlock Disaster,

where ace locksmith Horace is attempting

to unlock Anita Dearly's stalled car
by going through the trunk.

Wait a minute, this just in:

two notorious burglars have escaped

from Stifle State prison this morning

and were seen heading this way.

Lock your doors and windows,

and do not confront
these dangerous crooks.

If you see them,
call the Grutely police department.

And here he is!

Hi, Pop.

[panting]

I thought they'd chase us forever.

[panting]

[echoed panting]

[Spot] I'm pooped.

There's no way
I can stagger any further.

-[car honks]
-[screams]

[engine revving]

-[honking]
-Out of the way, road hog!

Maybe we can catch a ride on that truck.

Let's do it.

[engine sputters]

We should have stole
a faster get-away car.

Nah, too suspicious.

This'll get us to Grutely.
We'll rob the bank,

and the cops won't even notice us.

This is Pamela Lee Frizzle

with another exciting news update

from the Great Grutely Gridlock.

In attempting to gain access

to Anita Dearly's car,
well-known locksmith Horace

has locked himself in the trunk.

[Horace knocking] Jasper?

Hello? Somebody?

Anybody?

Am I on TV?

-[engine revs]
-[tires screech]

Are you listening out there?

We have actual news
right here in Grutely,

and you saw it here first.

[snoring]

And now, an exclusive interview
with Grutely's leading citizen

Cruella De Vil.

[snoring]

Tell us, Ms. De Vil,

why are you taking money
out of the open vault

in the Grutely Bank?

Well, it's mostly mine, anyway.

Consider it a cash withdrawal.

I'll fill out the tedious forms.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

This'll be the easiest caper
we ever pulled.

[both laughing]

Ah, we're riding
with a bunch of crooks!

-[engine starts]
-Stay down.

We'll figure out some way to stop 'em.

How can people watch
this namby-pamby tripe?

-Put that back.
-We were watching that.

[announcer]
Attention! You are watching

the Militaristic Runts Channel,

and now it's time
for "Small Blowhards in Uniform."

[sighs]

[grunts]

[manic yipping]

We interrupt this program
with an important news flash.

For the first time in local history,

we are able to bring you
a live broadcast

of a crime in progress.

Moments ago,
the escaped cons arrived on the scene

and tied up several
of our leading citizens.

According to Mom,
the Grutely police force

will be here right after his nap.

[Horace] Help! I need to go
to the little boys' room!

Not now, Horace!

The situation is too dangerous.

[whimpers] Okay, please hurry.

I mean it.

Hey, the crooks
are stealing Cruella's car

with all the money
from the bank vault.

We've got to stop 'em.

-[car engine revs]
-Oh, right.

We just run 60 miles an hour
and keep yelling, "Halt!"

I've got a better idea. Come on!

They're headed out of town!

Rolly, bombs away!

You're under arrest for prison escape,

bank robbery,
and disturbing my nap.

Don't move or I'll call out
the Grutely SWAT team.

[laughs] You know,
this was a lot more fun

than vegging out and watching TV,

even The Gravy Channel.

Especially The Gravy Channel!

[Pamela]
And thanks to the heroic efforts

of these four brave creatures

the most exciting news day
in Grutely history

has come to a happy end.

Hey, how come
they get all the glory?

Maybe 'cause they were
doing something

instead of sitting around
all day watching TV.

[all] Nah!

-Give me the remote!
-No!

-Give it to me!
-Try my channel!

Oh, now what
are we supposed to do?

Cow pile!

All right.

-[car engine sputters]
-[Lucky] Our snacks on track.

Take cover!

Uncanny.

[Spot] If didn't see it,
I wouldn't believe it.

[laughs]
No wonder you're named Lucky.

Please, no groveling,

not till after I whip up dessert.

[kisses]

Oh, man, that is so cool.

I'd give anything
to have your luck.

Face it, Rolly, some of us got it,

and some of us don't.

And some of us
are up to our hip boots in it.

Go ahead, Rolly,
rub my horseshoe.

Maybe some of its luck
will rub off on you.

Hey, it is rubbing off.

In totally disgusting clumps.

Time to call hair club for pups.

Hey, you ruined my horseshoe.

Interesting.

Now it kind of looks
like an enchilada.

To me, it's more like sunrise
over a dead fly.

Gee, Lucky, I hope
it doesn't change your luck.

Change my luck?

Oh, oh, right, funny.

[forced laugh]

[Cruella] Oh, too retro.

Too subdued.

Too I-don't-know-what-
I'm-doing-so-I-wore-this.

Sorry, Anita,
your designs are all rejected.

Luckily, you've got
the whole weekend to start over.

The weekend?

-But, Cruella...
-[Roger] Anita, we're rich!

Overactive Interactive
bought my new computer game,

"Dungeons and Dalmatians."

We're loaded!

[laughs] Oh, Roger.

That's wonderful. [laughs]

But I had first refusal on that game.

And you refused it six times!

Do you know what this means?

You can quit your job
and we can pay off the farm's mortgage.

The pups
will always have a good home.

♪ And no more wasted
Worthless, wretched ♪

- ♪ Working weekends ♪
-[screams]

Drat! Now I'll never get their farm.

Memo to myself:
do something about poverty,

keep the Dearlys in it.

In time?

My horseshoe
might grow back in time?

Now there's nothing
to worry about.

You're growing up,
and a Dalmatian's spots change.

-It's normal.
-But my luck?

[chuckles]

Luck has nothing
to do with your spots.

You make your luck by thinking,
planning, and hard work.

Yeah, Dad, thanks.

You're right, I guess.

[Lieutenant Pug]
I want to see legs churn.

I want to see ears flap!

I want to see a new world's record!

Yo, yucky, the only record
you'll set is for losing!

With Lucky's luck, he always wins.

Besides, Mooch,

that is not the kind
of pro-social statement

a Bark Brigade cadet
should be modeling,

you inadequate macho waste of fur.

Charge! Hit the beach! Geronimo!

[puppies cheering]

Hey, a lucky start.

[grunting]

Oh no!

It's totally gone,

my lucky horseshoe.

[yelps, grunts]

[spits]

And the winner is Cadet Triplex.

-[cheering]
-And the loser is Cadet Un-Lucky!

Heh, heh, heh.

[sighs]

[sighs] You should have consulted me.

If horseshoes were really lucky,

horses would ride
and people would wear saddles.

Well, so what kind
of lucky charm does work?

Trust me.

Hello, Mr. Swamp Rat, sir.

We'd like your very best rabbit's foot.

Should've been here five minutes ago
before the price went up.

Somehow, I knew he'd say that.

Lucky will pay anything you ask.

It's a deal.

Nice bit of negotiating.

You forgot to throw in my vital organs.

One rabbit's foot right here.

-[angry huffing, growls]
-[grunts]

-[screams, grunts]
-[clattering]

You didn't tell me
it was attached to a rabbit.

It's a store-wide sale.

More bunny for your money, sonny.

[grunting]

There must be one somewhere.

There's one! A four-leaf clover!

I knew I'd get my luck back.

Lucky, look what you did
to my garden!

Ooh, bad boy! Bad boy!

You're grounded!

Morning, Nanny, ma'am.

Uh, telephone company sent us
to fix your bad phone line.

What? Our phones are just fine.

Not when we
get through with them.

-[knocks]
-Ow!

It's part of the phone company's
new policy

"fix tomorrow's problems today."

And we sent the bill yesterday.

-That's progress.
-Hm-hmm.

Well, I-I-I can't argue now.

I've got to put
this naughty pup in solitary,

but listen up.

No funny business.

-[pups gasp]
-Good.

Mr. Dearly's gone.
I can hook this up to his computer.

[Rolly] We're sure glad
you finally made parole.

Horace and Jasper
just strung some kind of wire

from Roger's computer
over to Cruella's place.

We got to check it out.

Uh, that's okay.
You guys go ahead.

Not without you.

Nobody can come up
with a pro-active,

character-driven solution like you can.

Uh, all right, but I'll just be a jinx.

Are we connected
to Raccoon's computer yet?

Yes, ma'am, you'll be able to play
his new computer game in just a sec.

Play it? I'm going to ruin it

by sending this unstoppable virus

over that wire
from my computer to his.

When I'm done with it,
no computer company in the world

will buy his blasted game!

Lucky, what do we do?

-Don't ask me.
-Maybe we can cut that wire,

and stop the unstoppable virus.
Come on!

-[machine whirs, clicks]
-[barking]

Puppies?

Get them out of here!
They'll spoil my plans!

This way!

[screams]

[grunts]

-[screams]
-[thudding]

[satellite beeps]

Chase them into this cage, you twits!

[barking]

[muffled grunts]

[barking]

Now back to work.

We'll take care
of those flee-infested intruders

after I've dealt with Rumple-meyer.

It's all my fault.

If I hadn't lost my good luck,
we wouldn't be in this mess.

Oh, get off it. I hate it
when you're whiny and insecure.

That's my shtick.

Everyone makes their luck,
you especially.

-Me?
-When you got that steak

from the meat truck, that wasn't luck.
That was planning.

You watched every day for week

until you knew the exact time
it would hit that bump.

Well, yeah, I guess I did.

Then you had a really cool idea,

using your collar for a boomerang.

And you kept practicing
until you were an expert.

It had nothing to do with luck.

[gasps] That's it.

Your collar!
You can use it to get us out.

Look, hit that switch
and the door will open.

Nah, I'd never be that lucky.

Ah, sure you could.

-[Cadpig] You got to try!
-[Spot] Just do it!

There. I've transmitted
the unstoppable virus into Roger's game.

Huh? I don't remember
programming those effects.

All right!

-You did it!
-I knew you had it in you, kid.

Okay!

Now to finish the job.

And now for step two,

total viral infestation.

[cackling]

Play this in your game, Rag Bag!

It'll blow up every computer it touches.

[screams]

So much for user-friendly.

No, sorry. I don't want
to ship you the game yet.

If you think it's great now, just wait.

I have got some exciting
new ideas for graphics

that'll bowl you over.
I'll call you in a couple of months.

Yeah, I guess you were right, Spot.

It's all about using your head
and being ready.

-[car engine sputters]
-Now, let's get lucky.

Lucky, your horseshoe spots
are coming back.

Oh, yeah, who needs 'em?

When I want luck, I make it.

[theme music plays]