01x14 - The Acme Acres Zone

[bunniefuu]

And now our song is gone.

This is Acme Acres, a peaceful

hamlet nestled in a quiet spot. Where

the acne citizens live stay a kind of

harmed existence.

But there's another side to Acme Acres.

It is the looming middle ground between

humor and cheap laughs.

A dimension not only of snake pads and

sound effects... I don't mind.

It's a place which we call... The Apnea

Anchor Zone.

Submitted for your approval. One month

and a mass. Rabbit eater is for men.

I love to eat rabbits.

Oh, well. Catch you tomorrow if you get

my drip.

On this particular night, as Magi drifts

off to Dreamland, little does he suspect

that he's about to enter the Atley's Acre

Zone.

Hey, what is this?Where am I?

This isn't my room. It's the hole in the

ground.

What in the name of J-Paw Kitty is going

on here?And I was just like... just

like... a rabbit!

Oh, what a perfectly perfect day it

is! Only one thing would make it

perfect, sir. If I had

my very own little buddy want a

yippity-hop, you'd better love and

perform a laboratory experiment

on.

Thank you!

At last, a Bunny Wunny hippity-hop that's

all mine!

Let's go over

you! You girl, you! Certainly.

See?No hands. Now

we get a nice big bottle ready for

Bunny Wunny.

Wait! I'm back!

They

have so much more love to

give! Home at last. What have we

here?Appears to be a poor

little rabbit. What?! I'm not a

rabbit! You're the rabbits! What are you

two doing in my house?Oh,

poor chap. He's hilarious.

Perhaps these will help, little fella.

Well, cheerios, stick up a lip, and all

that rot!

Something else we can do for you?

Yes! Get out of my house!

I'll wager a hot bath and a change of

clothes will set him right! Of course!

Absolut-a-mon capital, I dare,

bezzie-moo! Well, it's about

blankety-blank time! Hey, what did

you do to the place?Charming,

isn't it?

Time for your bus, little fella!

Two points, darling! Good show! Let

me ask you in my house! Oh, perhaps

you can't do this to me!Oh,

flopped. I say flopped badly. This rabbit

is becoming somewhat of a nuisance. Flop!

Oh, I completely agree, dear. I'll just

call the animal shelter. They'll give him

a good home. Open this door! Who

do you rabbit state you are?I'll have

your hides for rugs!

You're making a terrible mistake, pal!

I'm not a rabbit, I'm a boy millionaire!

Yeah, that's what they all say.

Rabbits?Why did it have to be rabbits?

Here are the bunnies. Take your pick.

Hi, bunny, bunny!

There you are! Come to love

me! I'll take you away of your

mind forever and ever and ever

and ever and ever!

Please don't have this nightmare! Please!

I promise I'll be kind and nice and

jinner crabbits and never ever be mean to

them again! I promise! I promise! I

promise I--

Thank goodness it was all a dream!

I'm still rich! Hooray!

Spiracles, carrots, muscle,

pal. Carrots?You have the

nerve to ask me for carrots after what

I've been through!

Hey,

time out! What gives?He didn't change a

bit! What?Change?Monkey?

Fat chance, huhBut I thought these Ecne

Ancre Zone stories were supposed to have

a twist ending. Where's the twist?

It's scummingbags. Trust me.

Now for some breakfast. I hate

rabbits!

Enough of the twist for ya?Wait.

The purpose of a soiled brat, and a

taste of his own medicines, horsed by his

own petard, receiving his

test desserts, winding up behind

the pig ball. You don't have to rub it

in! Yes, we

do. Because this...

Life is a series of stocked realities and

bare facts. A naked truth, as Hammond and

Pig will discover.

As he sets it home into a gut

licker's zone. But it's a perfect night

for skinny-dutton cammy, old pal. Don't

be a lily-liver, jelly-packed jelly,

spine-chicken-hearted corn dust like

Mama's pig. Hey, I don't guzzle

all that much corn and you don't.

Come on, we'll sneak the lapper out of

Mommy's stool, then brag about it to the

g*ng. Uh, but, but why don't you go first?

What kind of lousy friend will I be to

hog all but glory?See, I'm

sorry,Then get your ham

in gear!

Meow! Unlike cats, pigs never land on

their feet. No, but we

bounce pretty good.

Are you coming or not?I'll keep a lookout

while you take the plunge. Besides, why

should we both risk getting busted?A

quick dip couldn't hurt.

Woo-hoo! There. It's me, good evening.

Low-class pool crashers, turning my



water. I wouldn't swim in anything less.

I'll fix 'em.

Hampton is at the mercy of that ruthless

brat. This is a town for...

someone else. Oh, she's unicrest,

and so off breath. This little piggy's

crying wee-wee-wee all the way home.

Where is this?

Lucky... Lucky... I'm

all alone and naked. What do

people say?Get

a grip, Hampton. Just find some

protective cover and you'll be fine.

Uh-oh.

Calm down. It doesn't need dark night,

and no one is up. Just hurry home, and no

one will see you. Next on our at-3-acre

sightseeing tour is the estate of

Montana, Max. And to your left is a

naked pig.

Oh, good evening, Hampton.

How I'm ready?Well, bye.

Would you help me cross this busy street,

please?As a loyal

pigscuff, it's my duty. Oh,

it's so rainy this high,

small young person these days.

Just what is everybody talking about?Oh,

you nasty little scam!

You should be

ashamed! 50 feet from home and not a soul

inside.

So the nightmare ends.

It was my job to stall you

while they set up your

surprise birthday party. I

think I'm in my birthday suit.

Portrait of a Pink Willow Bundit. A grim

reminder that raw pork is a subject best

left untouched, particularly in the

Acme Egger self.

Okay, pick a subject. Uh,

dogs. I sent my dog to obedient school.

Now we can price before we bite somebody.

Thank you, thank you. A young comedian

obsessed with hacking the perfect joke.

That may be sick to have the last laugh.

For Babs is about to set foot in a comic

comedy club. It's called The Guttly

Akers Zone. Well, if you didn't love the

class, why'd you order

it?Gosh, Babs, you're the funniest rabbit

I know. Well, thank you! Thank you very

much, Hampton! And Someday, I'll be the

funniest rabbit anyone knows!

Wow! How are you gonna do that?I'm glad

you asked! Step this way, please. Do I

have a choice?Not really, no.

I've asked Calamity Coyote to create a

machine that will actually increase the

power of my sense of tumor. Wow! How's it

going,

Calam--

Fire away! But are you sure this thing's

safe?Hey, that labity

wouldn't let me try it if

it weren't safe! Right,

Hey, it's working.

I can feel myself getting funny. I

can't let you in there. Gosh, Bams, are

you okay?Yes, I

feel fine. Bams, you don't sound quite

yourself. That's silly Hampton.

Who am I supposed to sound like?I don't

know, Pinky! Maybe like me?

The big fashion you've this season is to

get it down home! Oh!

Picture it! Picture it! I'm

free!

Free to start a career

Oh my gosh, Baz, I think you've lost your

sense of humor. That's

absurd, Hampton. You're always

exaggerating. You're right,

Calamity. She's become a stink in the

bus. I don't see anything to laugh at.

That's the trouble of the world today.

Everyone thinks it's one big joke.

I'll get your sense of humor back. Just

wait here and try not to be funny. Come

on, Calamity, I'll need your help.

Babs can utter sense of humor. Oh, gosh,

Calamity, how serious could it get?

You mean to say that if we don't get her

sense of humor back by some dog, Babs

will stay a nerd for a

nerd?

This

place could use a few lamps.

Everyone can benefit from a little

surgery. Hold it right there, you

nonsense. Oops.

Curry's the best in calamity.

Sturgeon's Lounge. It's tea time.

Sturgeon's Lounge. Get it?

Gurdon, can I operate

or what?No sense of humor can be just

throwing the pie. Hold it,

hog breath! One step closer and you'll

get crazy! You'll wouldn't bear.

Hey! What kind of fun joke is this?

Great job, Calamity. All we have to do

now is drag this bag of lavagas back to

Acme Boo! Leave the dragon to me! Ahhhh!

Talk to the

boots, coming up! Look, before we eat

it... I'll do the jokes around here,

Chubbacans!

Oh, no! The sun is setting! Stand

on it!

And now, Wall Street Week. Yum.

Mayo on white. Delish.

Where are they?

Yeah. We

paid it. Phew! No more

comedy experiments for me. Thanks for

bringing me back to my senses, guys. Uh,

any second. Hmm

Was it something I said?His

study of a split hair, whose pursuit of

laughter became an out-of-body

experience. The punchline.

Be happy just being yourself. Wolves to

live by from... ...the Atmic

Eggly Zone.