01x14 - Fortune Kooky // Black Is the New Pink

[bunniefuu]

♪ [theme music plays] ♪

[slurping]

Mm, you can say that again.

Kell, did you try the

Spicey Dicey Ricey Szechuan
Shrimp Shish-Kabob Soup?

Try it? I can't even say it.

[laughter]
Good one.

Hi-yah!

Uh? Whoa!

Huh?

[grumbles]

Uh. Sorry.

Hi-ya!

[gasping]

Wah!
Uh!

[gasping]

[grumbles]

[both grunting]

Hey, look over there.

[laughs]

[snaps]
[grunts]

What's it say?

You will receive great fortune.

Congratulations!
You've just cracked open

the one trillionth
fortune cookie.

Within the next 24 hours you
will receive great fortune.

Awesome!

Tell us your name,
lucky duckling.

Guy Hamdon.

[grumbling]

[Guy] Boy, they weren't kidding
when they said great fortune.

Check me out. I don't
even know what to say.

You could always say
one of those ridiculous
lines from the movies

like "Pinch me, I
must be dreaming."

Oh yeah or like, "This is
the life, ain't it, kids?"

[giggling]

Yeah like "Say it ain't so, Joe.
Say it ain't so."

- Huh?
- Huh?

Your Chipadillas
and Fizzburp, sir.

Thank you, Mason. Now, what do
we have for Rick the Brick?

Yes, for Rick the Brick a
golden chalice of warm cement.

Hi-ya!
[gasps]

Oh, dear. Ninjas.

Listen, Zorro, don't be a sore
loser, I won fair and square.

No hard feelings?

[mechanical whirring]
Huh?

[mechanical whirring]

[gasps]

Really?

[mechanical whirring]

Um...
[mechanical whirring]

[mechanical whirring]

Hello, my friend, we meet again!

Uh, we've never met before
and you're not my friend.

I'm not? Not even on Spacebook?

Not even on Loser-book.

Loser-book. Good one.

Enough of the small talk.
I've come for the fortune.

I've been searching
for it for decades.

Now hand over
the cookie or else.

Okay. I'll go get it.
Be right back.

Well, that was easy.

You go girl.

[gasps]

You won’t tell anybody will you?

Hello? Butler...

Sheila, come in. Do you read?

Yes, mainly tabloids and romance
novels. What can I do for you?

We've got a situation here.

I know.

You're dealing with
Big Chow Slim.

[laughs]
His name is Slim?

Underworld mob boss and number
one employer of all ninjas.

[Maz yelling]

Oh no!

Don't rock the boat!
SheZow is here!

You really need to work

- on that catchphrase.
- I know.

Look!

[crunching sounds]

He's eating all
of our Chipadillas!

SheZow! What are you doing here?

Well, I, uh, was...

She was out whale watching
and she found you.

[gasps]

- Well!
- No. Whale.

Attack!

- Ha!
- Hi-ya!

[grunts]

Look out!

Huh?

[laughing]

Ah!

- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh.

[grunts]

[ninja yells]
Ah!

Oh, dear.

[grunts]

Nice try, karate kids.

Now, say hello to my
Heavy-Handed Super She-Slap.

Enough!
Hi-ya!

[coughing]

I hate smokescreens.

Where did the big guy go?

He went poof and then
he took Rick with him!

She-yikes!

"Send the boy with the fortune
to my fireworks factory
by midnight

or the brick sleeps
with the fishes."

Oh, no, Rick's afraid of fishes.

Is there an address?

Nope.

- Shelia?
- Before I give you the address

may I point out
the fact that

you are actually
considering giving up

an incredible fortune
for a mere brick.

Oh, no you didn’t.

Rick is not just a brick.

Rick's more than a brick.

Yeah. Rick's our friend.

[playful laughter]

Yeah.

[polite clapping]

- Good times.
- Good times, yeah.

[playful laughter]

- Whee!
- Whee!

[laughter]

Okay.

Now, let's go save Rick.

This must be the place.

Uch...
You think?

Huh!

You hungry?

Yep.

Hey, easy on the threads.

Hey!

Whoa!

[mechanical whirring]

Ah, seriously?

[mechanical whirring]

I haven't got all day.

I know. It's slow. Hold on.

Whoa.

Oh my.

[laughs]
Ah!

Oh, classic!

So, we meet again!

Yes, and this time, we're
actually really meeting again.

Still not Spacebook
friends, though.

I checked. Is SheZow with you?

She's around.

Did you bring my fortune?

I brought it.

You got my friend?

Rick is right here.

I meant to do that. Now
give me the fortune

and I will gladly
hand over the brick.

No, you give me Rick first.

No, you give me
the fortune first.

Rick first.

Fortune first!

Rick first.

Fortune first!

Hey! That's mine.

[evil chuckling]

You got the fortune,
now give me Rick.

I'm sorry, that's not
going to happen.

But you said you'd give me Rick,
if I gave you the fortune.

Hello? Villain.

[groans]

Hello? Superhero.

[grumbles]

Huh!

Hee!

- Hi-ya!
- Hi-ya!

Ah!

[gasps]

[grumbles]

- Wah!
- Ah!

[electricity buzzing]

Whoa!

Laser lipstick!

[clang]
[steam rushing]

My hair's a hot mess!

Whoa! Uh!

Finish her!

[grumbling]
[gasps]

[Kelly] Wait!

Not so fast Big Chow Slim!

Oh, it's you two. I'm so afraid.

You should be.

We brought back up.

I'm sorry Big Chow Slim

but you cannot have the fortune.

What?

That is, unless the
original owner of the fortune

writes your name on the back.

[gasps]

Ha ha, Guy didn't
sign your name.

Yes, and the fortune must
be signed over to
you within 24 hours.

And you only have
ten seconds left! Nine!

Where's the boy?

Eight!

I'm right here.

Seven!

Quick little boy, sign it!
Please!

Six!

Gimme Rick first.

Five!

Here, you can
have the dumb brick!

Four!

- Quickly! Sign the fortune!
- Three!

If I sign it, you promise
to leave us alone forever?

- Two!
- Anything! Just sign it!

One!

There. Signed, sealed
and delivered.

Finally! The fortune is mine!

[evil laughter]

What? Wait a minute.
That's not my name.

You tricked me!

Hello? Kid!

No! I want my fortune!
It's mine!

[electricity buzzing]

[rumbling]

Uh-oh.

[expl*si*n]
[screaming fireworks]

- Whoa!
- Lovely night for a cruise.

Wouldn't you say, sir?

What do we got, Sheila?

We got a cheeseburger
with fries and a drink.

Oh, wait that's my other job.

[chuckles]

But seriously, the
Museum of Super Natural History

on which you sit is currently
being pilfered by
Little Moochers.

I hate it when that happens.

[metal clanging]
[grunting]

- Oh, dear.
- Maz, over here.

My name's not Maz.

It's Corduroy Boy.

[corduroy friction sounds]

Yeah, I can hear.

So can the Little Moochers
in the museum. Get to work.

Hello Lucy.

You look like you could
use some fresh air.

[cackling]

Nick knack paddy whack,
give the dog a bone

this old girls
gonna make us rich.

[crashing]
[gasps]

Museum's closed you
Little Moochers.

Unless you're the night
time skeleton crew?

Yeah, that's it, SheZow.
We're the skeleton crew.

Right Willigan?

No, Hoogrin.

You said if we got caught that
we should say

we bought this
in the gift store.

[grumbles]

Koala in.

And you're goin' down.

[gasps]
The Caped Koala!

You-calyptus can leave
here with happy memories

and perhaps having learned
something, but Lucy stays!

- Hey!
- Whoa...!

You're toast Caped Koala!

I bagel to differ!
Huh!

[gasps]

[smacking]
[dizzy grumbles]

Willigan!

Hoogrin! You call me when
you get out of jail!
I'll see you later!

Nanny, Nanny, Nanny goat,
you can't catch me!

[Willigan] Whoa!
[crash]

Get off me, Willigan.

Nice shot SheZow. Allow me
to introduce myself, mate.

Whoa!

You're the Caped Koala.
I'm a huge fan.

Your books are the best!

Ah, Thank you-calyptus.

[gasps]

He said it!
That's his catch phrase.
You-calyptus.

You have comic books too?

Uh, no. I have a series
of graphic novels.

Oh. So what brings you to
Megadale? This is my
territory you know.

She does!

Isn't she a little old for you?

[Maz snickering]

This is Lucy Wombakoalakus.

The shared ancestor of
koalas and wombats.

The bringer of peace
between the species!

Wombats and koalas are at w*r?

Not anymore. Not as long as
Lucy stays in this museum.

They wanted to start a w*r

so they could sell snow cones
on the sidelines.

[regular voice]
Well, don't worry, Caped Koala.

I'll see to it these Little
Moochers end up in the slammer.

Uhh...
What's wrong with your voice?

[gasps] [clears throat]
Uhh...

[girly voice] Oh, nothing,
just a little dry, throat.

Koala-Go!

Now that's what I call an exit.

What's the big deal?

Graphic novels
are basically just

comic books on
expensive paper, right?

Graphic novels are way
cooler than comic books.

Who says they're way cooler?

Hipsters, rock stars, athletes,
celebrities, everyone.

Oh. Well, then SheZow definitely
needs a graphic novel too.

How do we get one?

There's three simple rules to
being a graphic novel hero.

[yelling]

Roar!

[Maz] Rule number one.

Why are you hitting yourself?

Whenever you vanquish a foe...

[shrieks]

...your one-liner should be
dark, dry and witty.

[moaning] [shrieking]

Now that's what I
call a sucker punch.

Oh, you're so dark,
dry and witty.

Rule number two.
Always wear
dark colored clothes.

[frightened gasp]

Oh dear, who's the
post-apocalyptic princess?

What have you done?

I'm SheZow Noir.
I've gone graphic novel.

[deep voice] Get used to it.

You can't just re-brand
yourself like that.

You've got an ancient super
legend to uphold. And it's pink!

[hydraulic sound]
Huh?

Alright whose idea was this?

You're not smart enough to
think of this on your own.

- [Maz] It was my idea.
- Maz?

Dude, what are you wearing?

Name's not Maz.
I'm Splatter Lad!

Corduroy boy was too noisy.

Get it? Paint? Splatter Lad?

Yes, I got it alright.

Splatter Lad! To the SheHicle!

Yeah.

[engine revving]
[tires screeching]

Dude,
did you jack up the SheHicle

or am I just riding
high with my new look?

Rule number three. No smiling.
Always look serious.

Oh. Okay.

Square the brow. Tilt
your head forward.

Suck in your cheeks.
Pooch out your lips.

Yeah that's it... um, can
you grow some stubble?

[Sheila] She-Mergency!
She-Mergency!

The Little Moochers have
busted out of jail and
they've stolen Lucy.

Oh no, this could start
a massive w*r between

the wombats and the koalas.

They call it Koalageddon!

[husky voice]
Not on my watch they don't.

Oh, that was tight, dog.
Very dry.

Yeah, felt good.

Yee-haw!

♪ [singing] ♪Wife done left
me and my doggie cried.

Couldn't make a living so I
turned to crime, oh yeah.

I hate that song.
It's depressing.

Look out!

- Whoa!
- Hang on!

[husky voice] Take the helm,
Splatter Lad. I'm goin' in.

Nice delivery dude.
Very graphic novel.

SheZow Noir lives!

[Sheila]
Come in SheZow. Do you read?

Yeah, she's not here.
I mean he just left.

Then I need you to deliver
a very important message.

SheZow's powers
may be on the blink

because he's not wearing
the color pink.

This looks like a job
for Splatter Lad!

[Willigan] Be careful, Hoogrin!

Where did you get your
driver's license, Crazytown?

Quit your sniveling Willigan, I
got everything under control.

[gasping]

[yelling]

[coughing]

Uh, did I bump my
head or is that real?

No, it's real. Looks like
SheZow's gone graphic novel.

[Husky voice] Make no
mistake. I'm SheZow Noir.

What's wrong with your voice?

Sounds like you swallowed
some bull nettle.

[coughs]

Never mind you Little Moochers.
Just get up
so I can knock you down.

Okay.
You asked for it She-clown.

Yah! Yah!

Not so fast, you little twerps.

Say hello to my
Heavy-Handed Super She-Slap!

[light slap]

[gasps]

Uh, I said,
Heavy-Handed Super She-Slap!

Looks like somebody's
powers are on the blink.

[nervous laughter]

Blast her!

Let's finish her.

Uh-oh.

Ah!

[wailing]

- Whoa!
- Ah!

- Uh!
- Oh!

Uh-oh.

To say the least.

[gasping]

Waaah!

[scared whining]

[grumbling]

Ah!

[roars]

[groans]
[nervous laughter]

Thanks, Splatter Lad.
Awesome work, Caped Koala.

Uh, what's with the black?
Did you-calyptus go goth?

No, I was trying out a
new graphic novel look.

But I think it
affected my powers.

Sheila thought it might.
Your powers come from pink.

Live and learn.

Why would you want a
graphic novel look?

Your comic books are great.

You read my comic books?

Everyone reads your
comic books, SheZow.

Hipsters, rock stars,
athletes, celebrities.

[distant grumbling]
[gasping]

[angry grumbling]

- Even wombats?
- Uh-oh.

Koalageddon!

[angry grumbling]
[angry snarling]

[high-pitched chatter]
[growling]

Oh. Lucy.

[SheZow's voice]
You shall not fight.

Return to your homes. In peace.

As in now. Hello?

Well, that was a
total waste of time.

You got any water in your pouch?

Where'd we park?

[crowd murmuring]

[SheZow chuckles]

Good job, Lucy. You just
stopped Koalageddon.

[Lucy] Thank you.

[screaming]

♪ [theme music plays] ♪