01x55 - Viewer Mail Day

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And now our song is done!

Greetings to my three! Dad and I thought

this would be a good night to check

our... your nail!

Look, here's a postcard from Plucky. He

and Hampton are working their way across

Ireland. Hampton and I were enjoying our

trip when something weird and terrifying

happened. They showed us Plucky cartoons.

Sell acne and see the world. We must

have been out of our minds shaking these

summer salesman jobs.

You remember our slogan?

Fill your life with fun and glee with a

wacky new product from acne.

Hello?

Must be cereal collectors. Good evening!

Yay! Fade,

you Americans are junky ones. I'm Bridey

McConnell, the keeper of old, hearty of

bats and her caramel. What brings you

here on such a night?We're working our

way through school selling Acme products.

You know, Acme, jokes, gags,

laughs... Sure, there's been no

laughter around here. This castle's

haunted by... a

banshee. A

banshee?A fearsome

creature, hours. The queen of all evil

spirits she is. Waving a sad song

into the night, one look from her eye can

turn your story.

Right, and I'll tell us the one about the

flying reindeer. It's true, Sedi.

And if you're smart, you'll be on your

way. Well, it's been fun, right?If you

get worse, you later, gotta go. Bye!

As you can see, my hysterical friend is

sadly in need of rest. How about a room

for the night?Suit yourself.

But don't be lame in me if you find

yourself turned into Lawn Jockey. Cup of

Larnie, Lashie. We're tired owns.

But Lucky, I don't want to be a lawn

jockey. See?

Yeah, well it sure will feel good to hit

the old shackarooski. But what if the

b-b-b-b-b-banshi shows up?Or she

can sleep on the couch with Bigfoot and

the Tooth Fairy.

Good night.

ohh

Shut up that light. We'll get lucky.

Okay, hands.

You're snoring again. Oh,

sorry.

ohh

It's the tipsy loss. But that

wasn't a... That was a... Yeah,

give it a rash, will ya?I need my beauty

sleep.

Hey, look at that! There's some old lady

flying around the ceiling. Oh, that world

is screaming like a...

Putting on a little weight, aren't you

Sham?Hampton?Hampton?

Whoa! My poker pouch!

Petrified!

Phew, oh I should've listened to you,

Hampton. This is what I get for taking

you for granted. Doggies?Still

think I'm full of burning then?You best

be gone from here. No! I can't

leave without my buddy! Now what do you

want for that old heavy thing?He ain't

heavy. He's my sidekick. Who's your

McGree?The poor piggy but stiff?Can't you

help him?The only way to break this spell

that the banshees cry is that the

banshees laugh. But how are you going to

get that evil demon to smile?Hey,

look!

Don't worry. Show me the fear

in your eyes!

There's got to be something in here to

make that ghoul get old. Surprise!

Well, what a fine figure of a girl Imake.

I bear again. Never underestimate the

power of a good sheep laugh, kid

you did it, sir! What happened to the

batshee?She's a free sore now.

Now the castle's ripe for owners can

claim it again. And I'm sure they'll buy

all your one-hustle gags as a way of

saying thanks. How about that?A first

big sale! Hey, who does own the

castle?Why, the little people, of course.

Ah, come on, schmister. The last thing I

need now are fairy tales about...

Will

you take cash, credit card, or the usual

pot of gold?Just

drop us a check.

Okay, Betsy, let's have another letter.

Dear Tiny Toons, I am writing this letter

from the hospital, 'cause I am real

sick. Excuse me.

I think that you are all wonderful, but

I like thinking of you most of all.

Could she please come and visit me?

Will you do it?

Baby, I'm going

right with

you. I'll be pushing that child off. I'll

say anything

Someone was obviously under the delusion

that was was a chilly cat. But who

could it be?Who could be so misca

dead, so ignorant, so

stupid?

Hi, cute stinky kitty.

I gave you all the presents, so you

come home with me and be my own little

fur-fur kitty.

I am not

empty! Good morning, class.

Today we'll be reading selections from

the classic play, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

Uh, PeePee, you read the part of Maggie

the Cat. I knew

you were pretty kitty witty. I may

be witty. I'm not a little

witty, but I am not a witty. I'm not

a kitty.

The Thorpod 65-ba*ls and that

he can non-protective friends. the last

game of the girls basketballchampionship.

Center back, Bunny has the ball, and

shoots the pinky.

Who made the clear?Why are you cuddling

me?I am of your team! I just want

to be close to my perfect kidding, meow

meow.

Wait, Wally! I am not a pinky, I am a

skunk, not a skunk!

win the championship!

I have to keep that itty bitty kitty form

being so pinky rinky stinky.

It said here, the skunk skill

smelling odor can only be erased

by tomato juice. Umm

Jump the door to the window by the

garment That's where rabbit comes

to to the duplets with me I

miss you! It's one!

You may not believe it, but I have always

had on you how you say Gosh, like

me!

Oh, my stinky winky

stinky!

I have been

This is Alma Fudd at the 44th Annual

Rose Parade. Uh..

Gracious! The decorated me did a lovely

job on the wonderful world of wildlife

floats.

I don't even have my learner's permit!

Looking

like you hooked your elf, make your girl

tear like your old self again!

I'm allergic to rodents!

And I am allergic to you. Stop beating!

The bun! Louise!

I can't smell a fish! And you know

what that means!

Oh, this handling stinks!

Thank

you! Dear Tiny Toons, your shows are

filled with sensitivity, meaning, warmth,

and heart. But why not show a

cartoon about people with big butts?

Chocolate girl, where is that new

junior waiter?

I'm their way to Plunky Duck reporting

for duty. Sure. Do you know

how long the Buttfields have been waiting

to order?Buttfield?

What

a name! The Buttfields are our most

important and hardest to please

customers. Give them the perfect

service.

Yeah. Way down

the butt fields fully. Oh, I better

find them. I'm going to get behind.

Now, where are those butt fields?

Excuse me, young man. I am Bottomley

Buttfield, and this is my wife, Fanny

As for your main course, may I suggest

our rump roofs?

Uh, Buckfield, may I take your order,

please?We'll have the chateaubriand,

fondue, and filet mignon with Vernaise

sauce. Uh, very good. And how about an

appetizer to start?Those

are the appetizers. Right.

Your fondue. Oops, a

little undercooked. Something else,

perhaps?Very well. We'll have

Canard de la Rage. Ah, Canard de la

Rage. An excellent choice, sir.

Excellent. We'll just open up a pan of

those eyes and orange them right out to

ya. Out of my way! Go get

the puck fields you're

waitin'. Excuse me. One order of Canard

de la Rage can make us snappy feet. Uh,

okey dokey. Let's see...

Ah Here it is! Canal de

la Ranche. Roast duck in

orange sauce. She'll make it already!

What about some orange sauce and roast a

d-- a d-- a dun?A duh

Quaker, where is our canard a la Ross?

Oh, I wouldn't recommend the canard, sir.

It'll leave you all sat in them. Um.. We

want ya!

Wait! Now's what you want!

A nice, tasty rabbit.

Oh, I love roast rabbits!

One roast rabbit coming up!

Carrot delivery.

What's up, Duck?Nothing personal, Buster.

But there's some folks in your room who'd

love to have you for dinner. Whoa!

There you are, you tasty little Cayard!

You're welcome to keep the buddy feels

wavy! If you've got that issue...

We squishin' you all! You know what, Duck?

They want private! Buster,

help! Yummy, yummy! Well, Ducky and I'm so

Oh, calm your softie, but I hate

seeing a friend give prick a seed. Hey,

listen, Wolfgang. Everyone knows you

don't serve roast duck with orange sauce.

You just serve it with lumpy mashed

potatoes, Panto. Ooh, yeah!

Give me your larduums. I need a

whole lot of them.

Well, I'm gonna have me a

little nap now. Heh heh! Thanks, Val. You

saved my life! And whose

idea was it to put rabbit on the menu?

Hey, don't blame me, Mizo! It's those

fabulous book fields!

Oh, poor maid, huhCome here, we've

got an idea. Yeah?Um

Diver, madame.

But first, let us present the finest

French delicacy in the house. An

aromatic fish we call...

Gee,

I hope I wanted that to go.