01x09 - Brouhaha // Shehicle Pickle

[bunniefuu]

♪ [theme music plays] ♪

- Yeah!
- Ha-ha!

[Maz sighing]
Only fourteen hits?

Dude, my grandma
gets more hits than that.

[Guy] Well she's an
awesome break dancer.

But if we're gonna
hit full viralosity,

then we need a massive stunt

and I just came up with it.

First, we board down
Dead Man’s Drop,

hit the ramp, do a gnarly jump,
smack onto the trampolines,

fly back up the hill

and, wait for it...

splash into a pool filled
with strawberry jam.

I love strawberry.

I know.

Now, all we gotta do
is build a big ramp.

No prob.

- Tighten the trampolines.
- No prob.

And get enough jam to
fill a swimming pool.

Prob. Coin dude.
No moolah. Zero cash.

That's why we're
having a yard sale.

Internet fame here we come!

[all] Wow!

Fancy doing' business with
ya, mam. Thanks!

[sniffs] Ha!

Dude. This was your
Aunt Agnes's stuff.

Do you think any of these

were like SheZow weapons
or something?

[laughing] Seriously?
I'm so sure.

Stop right there,
Mega Monkey.

One more step
and you're waffled!

I'm keeping these ones.
They're cool.

Wow!

Excuse me! How much were
you asking for this

dingy, old, worthless
vacuum cleaner?

[Guy] Worthless?

Dude, this precious
keepsake's been

in my family for like 500 years.

Um...

But I think I can let
it go for around--

- Out of the question.
- Then how about--

Preposterous. I might
see my way to offer--

Dude, I'm not a junk
dealer or a charity.

Well, not a penny over--

Sold!

[cash register beep]

Oh!

An original Ultra-suck Dyna-vac!

The dear boy had no idea of
the treasure he was selling.

Oh!

Oooh!

Huh?

Oooh!

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Do you know what it's like being
trapped inside a vacuum cleaner?

Uh-huh.

It sucks! Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Put her there, pal.
My names Brou-ha-ha.

Owwww!

Shocking, isn't it?
Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Get it? Shocking?

Was that intended to be amusing?

What?

You should be laughing!

Because. That. Was. Funny!

Okay. I'm laughing.

You’d better keep laughing.

Because if you stop?

Things will get ugly again.
Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ow, ow, ow...

Just wanna make sure
you're still laughing.

Dude, we made
over a hundred bucks.

I was hoping for a million.

Oh-oh!

My She-S-P is tingling.

TMI, dude.

Maz?

Name's not Maz anymore.

I'm The Utensil!

When it comes to fighting crime,
I'm the tool for the job.

Pardon me, Officer.
Does your uniform itch?

Huh? Why, no, it doesn't.

It does now! Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Itching powder! Get it?

They got it!

Brou-ha-ha-ha--

Looks like somebody’s
itching for trouble.

SheZow!

What? No 'hello' for your
old friend Brou-ha-ha?

Do you know this clown?

Maybe he knew Aunt Agnes.
Thinks I'm her.

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

You know what the best
part of a joke is?

The punch line!

[screams]

Punch line! Get it? Punch-line.

Yeah, I got it. Now get this!

Laser Lipstick!

Rubber Chicken!

[horn sound]

Rubber chicken?

Boomerang Brush!

Projectile Pie!

- [SheZow grunts]
- Surprise.

You got me trapped
in that vacuum cleaner so long

I almost forgot how funny I am!

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[gasping out] Vacuum cleaner?

Hmmm. Coconut.

[Sheila] Did it ever occur to
you that the vacuum cleaner

was actually a super
containment chamber?

No. Who goes around stuffing
villains into old appliances?

Obviously Aunt Agnes did.

I wonder who's in the toilet.

[Sheila] News flash.

Coming to you live
as innocent citizens

are falling victim
to elaborate pranks.

At Pier thirty eight and a half,

hot fudge was replaced
with hot sauce.

Cotton candy was made so sour

that doctors paused that perhaps
people are permanently puckered.

I've just been handed
this bulletin.

"You're in holding fly paper."
Huh?

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

You ready to throw down
and take on this clown?

Let's she-radicate him!

What do we
got on Brou-ha-ha, Sheila?

Brou-ha-ha was one of your
Aunt's most formidable foes.

Unfortunately, my data from
back then

is backed up on old Glamrocks.

How old is this footage?

It's from the year 1952.

B.C.?

[scoffs] I'll go through the
data and see what I can find.

Shemergency.
Shemergency.

Megadale's Balloon Appreciation
Festival, Balloonapalooza

is being raided by porcupines.

Megadale has a Balloon
Appreciation Festival?

Called Balloonapalooza?

Not for long.

Be free my little pin cushions!

Go! Have a blast!

Get it? Blast?

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Giddy up. Ow!
Oh-oh!

This place is gonna blow!

Run for your life!

Run for yours!

That villain's a balloonatick.

Not the deer!

Watch the antlers!

[all screaming]

Oink-oink run!

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Sorry to pop in
and spoil your fun.

Really? Pop? That's
the best you can do?

Huh!

[Maz] Ha!

You want a piece of
this castle, don’t cha?

Well, you're gonna have to go
through The Utensil to get it!

[ninja scream]

Oh-oh. I think I blew it.
[screams}

Maz? I mean, The Utensil!

Oh, look at him go!
Too bad you can't fly, SheZow.

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!
[screams]

I may not be able to fly,
but my Boomerang Brush can.

Come on, Maz.
Drop it like it's hot.

[Maz grunts]

[cheering]

This is Brou-ha-ha filling in
for Brian Smirk

who's tied up at the moment.

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Megadale is now in a state of
prankemonium

and theres's only
one way to protect

yourself from being pranked.

Take a birdcage... and
put it over your head.

Yeah, right. Who's dumb
enough to fall for that?

Oooh!

Hey girlfriend, Brou-ha-ha
just blew up

the Fizz Burp Soda Pop factory.

What?

Did you find anything new on

Brou-ha-ha in Sheila's
old archives?

No, unfortunately
Sheila's memory banks

from 1952 are clogged up

with old love letters from
somebody names Circuit Lips.

Circuit Lips?

This is Sheila,
ending transmission.

Alright, Brou-ha-ha. That's it!
No more Mr. Nice Girl!

Look! Ay, she-wa-wa,
that's a lot of Fizz Burp.

Brou-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[tires screeching]

[engine revving up]

Surfin' on soda pop, yeah, yeah!

Oh-oh!

Brou-ha-ha-ha.

Brou-ha-ha?

Brou, ha, haaaaa...

[burps] Excuse me.

You're excused.

You ready for some
major suck age?

Stand by for some
she-electricity.

No, no. Not again!

Anaiah!

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Nice work.

Nobody gets away
from The Utensil

and his Ultra-suck Dyna-Vac.

SheZow and The Utensil,
cleaning up crime.

[Brou-ha-ha] Really? Is that the
best you can do?

Ow!

- Yeah!
- Ha, ha!

- Yeah!
- Woo hood!

- Yeah!
- Ha-ha-ha!

- Dude!
- We're viral!

[both] Yes!

More like infected.

You're just jealous
of our internet fame.

Yeah. We're gonna be famous
for hours!

This is Brian Smirk
with the She News Report

the in-depth news program
utterly obsessed

with all things SheZow.

[engine revving up]

[Brian] Earlier today SheZow
transformed her amazing Shehicle

into the supersonic She-C-10

and put the smack down on
a hideous alien invasion!

Then, in her spare time,

SheZow transformed the
She-C-10 into the SS She Shell

and used it to clean up record
amounts of trash in the sea.

All in a day's work for this
She-mazing Glamazon super woman

and her ultra-high tech
Shehicle.

I'm feelin' lucky today.
Are you?

- Darn tootin'.
- [car horn]

Now, it's a joyride.

Ride on, bro.

Get it? Ride? On?

Good one.

Oh, yeah, blast it.
I love this song.

[imitating musical instruments]

Oh!
That wasn't a song was it?

No, but if it was a song it'd be

a sad one called the
"Broken Shehicle."

Is that Country Western?

Thanks for the lift.
Can we do it again?

No, get out.

Sure, I's can fix your car.
I's can fix anything.

They don't call me Mister
Cylinder for nothin'.

Well, this car is
pretty special.

So, you'll be extra
careful with it?

You's sayin' you don't
trust this face?

[crash]

[Kelly scoffing] I can't believe
you left the Shehicle

with some random mechanic.

He had a trustworthy face.

Real trustworthy.

Mister Cylinder. Age, 32.

Extensive criminal history,
convicted dozens of times for...

Oh, lookie here...
grand theft auto.

So he's stolen a lot of cars?

That makes him less likely
to steal another one

'cause he has so many, right?

- Maz, you astound me.
- Thanks.

It's not the Shehicle
I'm worried he'll steal.

It's the Glamrock that gives
the car its super powers.

[scoffs] You have to get that
Glamrock back right now.

It could be really dangerous if
it fell into the wrong hands.

Like these?

[giggles] Let's see what this
Glamrock can really do.

Now we're talking.

Now what are we gonna do?

Simple. I'll just get
another Glamrock.

We got a million of 'em.

- [Maz grunts]
- Be careful with that!

Glamrocks are very delicate.
And each one is different.

Hey, I'm careful.

You sayin' you's don't
trust this face, huh?

I'll take this as a yes.

Look!

Hop in.

Now, to put the she-dazzle
back in the Shehicle.

Glamrock.

Careful...

Alright. I gotta do
this nice and gentle.

- [grunts] There!
- So much for nice and gentle.

[car starting]

See? Better than ever! Maz?

The name's not Maz!

I'm The Grease Monkey!

I likey.

Just get in the car.

Mocktopus, Major Attitude.

I call to order this
week's meeting of the

"Get Rid of SheZow Society"
or GROSS for short.

Mocktopus, read the minutes
of last week's GROSS meeting.

[clears throat]

We all hate SheZow.

Excellent.

Brian Smirk here reporting live
on the ongoing super-vehicle

joyride that's terrorizing
the city.

Local mechanic, Mr. Cylinder's
reckless driving

is causing quite a stir
this afternoon.

And police are helpless
to put a stop to it.

Here to comment is
Mr. Cylinder.

Glamrock and Roll!

Watch this!

[police sirens wailing]

Great slimy snot-rockets!

With that Glamrock in my car
I could get rid of

SheZow once and for all.

Yeah. I could establish myself
as a military super-power!

I could destroy Major Attitude!

What? Nobody likes you.

Kelly. Activate the She-P-S
tracking

on the original Glamrock.

Got it.

[rings]

[all] Huh?

What the what?
The Shehicle's all whack.

[rings]

My sensors indicate a small
crack in your Glamrock

causing the Shehicle
to malfunction.

I hate it when that happens.

Eat my dust!

Oh, it's on.

Activating she-diculously
powerful turbo thrusters.

[rings]

[screams]

- [SheZow] Oops!
- Now look what you've done.

Hey, it's his dream to fly.

You're gonna fly if you don't
get that Glamrock back.

Huh?

[screaming continues]

- Hi!
- Beat it, kid!

That's Grease Monkey Kid to you.

[screams]

[screaming continues]
[grunts]

She-mazing!

You got the Glamrock back!

I couldn't do that
again if I tried.

Oh, great. It's Booger Lips.

[squelching] I guess it's just
s-not your day, SheZow.

Thanks for the Glamrock!

Now buzz off!

[Kelly screams]

Sorry to cut you off like
that. [laughs sarcastically]

Activating bodacious
blades of doom!

[all scream]

Woo hoo!

Hold up there civilian,
Major Attitude is in command.

[screams]

Now, to she-liminate SheZow
and take over the world.

Oh, boogers.

S-not again.

Bring it, maggots!
I'm gonna take down

every world power and erect
a statue in my name.

- Huh?
- Do something!

[farting]

Oh, Maz!

Oh! No more Thai food
for you, dude.

It wasn't me!
The car ripped one.

The Shehicle is experiencing
hyper-farticular pootosis.

Hyper-poo whatala?

In other words it's got gas.

You can say that again!

The fate of the entire planet
rests in your hands, SheZow.

You must get that Glamrock
back she-mediately.

No pressure.

Total global domination is mine!

I'm hit. I'm hit!

Yet another stain on your
record, Major Attitude!

What do you think
of them tentacles?

Visibility zero. Mayday! Mayday!

Major bummer.

Yay!
It's a crustacean wagon.

I love this car so much
I could just blubber.

Out of my way, pinky!

Nothing's gonna stop me now!

Super She-Slap!

Except maybe that.

Do you give up, Mocktopus?

Ooooh!

I'm so sorry, SheZow.
I didn't mean to be bad.

Here, you can have the Glamrock.

Thanks. I'd be she-lighted--

Psych!

- Oh, yeah?
- Give it here, sucker head!

Face plant.

[grunts]
Gimme that, you slimy thief!

You want the pretty rock?

Here it is.

Alright Mocktopus, that's it!
No more Mr. Nice Girl.

Aaaaah!

Hey! Gimme that.

Maz, run!

That's my Glamrock! I stole it.

[grunts]

[grunts] I got it!

- [Kelly and Maz screaming]
- No. I've got you!

Nice work, Dorktopus.

Now give me the Glamrock.

I order you to cough up that
Glamrock, sushi breath!

Where's SheZow?

Over here!

Huh, if it's not too
much trouble,

could you please
do something?

Stop wiggling, you little poot!

Did somebody say "poot?"

- [rings]
- [farts]

[all coughing]

- [Kelly] Ooooh! Ow!
- [Maz groans]

Double ow.

Gross!

Ew, disgusting!

I can taste it!

[engines revving up]

[auto mechanic drill

There you go. Good as new.

I knew you were
trustworthy, M. C.

So, what was wrong with
it in the first place?

These fuzzy dice.

They're too tacky
for a super car.

♪ [theme music plays] ♪