01x59 - Brave Tales of Real Rabbits

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And now our song is sung.

Good evening, and welcome to Master Hair

Theater. I'm Lady Chatterbox,

and tonight we present Grey Tales

real relics. Isn't that exciting, Load

Buster?I can't give you

longy chairs to decline anyway.

Buster, this is a class act! Why aren't

you using a snooty British accent?I

haven't gotten it in the mail yet. And

it's for Buster Bonnie! Oh, that's me!

We'll fight him on the beaches. There

we'll always see an England. Our

first tale re-lives the exploits of the

world's greatest detective, Grainy

Doze. And his incredibly cheap

partner, Blossom. Ropin' in, Bass.

As I recall the adventures of Brainy

Jones, one special case stands out

in my mind. It all began on a two

autumn night. Landing bridges falling

down my fair

lady. Nothing relaxes one

so much as classical music, ain't

blossom. Ripping, Jones,

positively ripping. I say, don't,

someone's having up a stairs. Yes, and

I'd use that this person has long, now

though permy, long, voluptuous legs and,

and I believe, um, thick, yes, yes,

thick, crucey hips and a bon bon

nose, alibis, in the middle of a goat

tongue and ow, stunning arm and eyes.

Oh, good, Emmett Swatsom, open the door.

Ahh! Cunning, my

sweet. Take

a chair, take two chairs, takeeverything.

Tell Mr. Downes, you sure know how to

trade a messenger boy. .................

There's a good tap. Let it

be known that the queen is north to royal

jewels on the street somewhere in

Salisbury, near Station, Yorkshire,

east of Stangvitz. I want to make your

hands better. Whoever recovers the

jewels will be rewarded with

a knighthood. Knighthood?

Knighthood?You'll be like me, sir.

Then you may tell the queen that Rainy

Domes, the world's hobo detective,

has already determined the identity of

the co-responsible for this crime. Why

the Shriven go?Who is it?It's

Non-Haliban!

Mondiality! The Napoleon of Crime!

Oh, the fighter, the founder, the

pencil,Come on, Dutchum,

there's no time for a

shitShit, Dolly, this is my cartoon.

Wait a minute. What's this?Drive, baby.

How many one place in England produces

dry naval lint like this?Paris. Anyway,

lint rhymes with squint, which is what

you do in a Kenties foot movie. Go ahead.

Make my day.

I could tell Bones was concentrating his

stupendous brainpower on the clue.

Within seconds, he would have the answer.

So, excuse me, the hideout must

be...

Hanson breaks down the door.

That's how she appears to have taken a

liking to you, old fellow.

A channel abides being upstaged by a

colony. Now,

let's get that door. All together, how?

What kind of squalid, vile, filthy,

loathsome, despicable people would live

in a dump like this?

Montreality! You foul feed!

You loathsome worm! You despicable,

vile brain! So! This is your

g*ng, ehNo! I've given

up crying! Now I host tea parties for all

ladies! Not another word!I

know you've stolen the Queen's jewels,

and there they are on those women's nets.

But no word! My word!

Like filter?Oh, shame, shame, shame,

shame on you all. Can

sort him with a notorious foot pad and

sneak his like nonsiarity. But those

aren't the Queen's jewels. Come on, give

it up, Grandma. It's the petty to

run. Consider yourselves all

under arrest.

Voluntary detention.

All

right, no TV on Thursdays.

Drama to the parish pit. We must return

the jewels to the Queen.

It is who we love, and they call that

squirt the Napoleon of crime.

Why don't you get a hole in your head and

let the staff out?What?

Unhand those jewels, you flutter!

Eagle twist, pounder! Goody goody

d*uche! Oopsaw! What?Tools! It's

so clapping! Inside trailer!

How dangerous!

Everyone care for the crowd it. And snow,

they give me the wind. Oops,

time to go.

Launch a giant ninja

turtle.

you please.

Hello.

Yes, the quick thinking of the driver in

the green cab sent an officers from a

fate that surely would have entailed

lifelong disfigurement and agonizingpain.

Unfortunately, I was in the blue

cab.

The jewelry!

I've got it, and Wish's has doesn't! Come

on, Gunsam, let me take you to thepalace!

Stewart and... that g*ns you browsed

my eye up!

Middle of nowhere, Alaska.

Hold

on, brother. You won't get too right.

Let's go. I'm going to be a nice.

Mr. Doe, Mr. Doe! Oh, you're so happy!

You've never lost you!

Yes, Your Majesty, nothing less than

you'd expect from Sir Brainy Doe,

world famous in ticket here.

Hmm, let's see. Should I take an Oldum

and Dukeshire, or a Duke dum and

Earlshire, or should I just have some

Worcestershire?Of course,

I'm a humble hare. My

peasants may bend on one knee only.

Well, maybe one and a half. What's this?

HuhWhy, they're your lost

Jews, your puppiness. Jewels?Jewels?Who

said anything about Jewels?I said

I lost you, my little dog!

He's an orange dog with a little red

collar! A little

red collar?A little red

collar! There he is,

Grandma! There's the guy who stole the

a*tillery!

Does this mean I'm not a knight?

Oh, Jules?Here, Jules?

Uncle Daddy?Please?Pretty

please?Oh, please, Jules.

That's my hero.

Welcome back! Our next great

tale of real rabbits takes place in the

Age of Chivalry. It was a time of

kings and plottles, knights and dragons,

and, of course, virtuous delicate damsels

in despair. Uh-ha! But you can

sneak up on me, huh, buster?We'll take

that,

again, again, again! Who rang?

I don't want to say old King Travis is

bad, but I'm having his portrait done by

Rance McNally! Hey,

and how about that treasury, huhThe king

is so rich, he had to have the royal

tailor let out his

audience!

I wanna tell ya, this guy was so far

ahead of his time, at the age of six,

he was 14!

I see the brave knights are back from

fighting the dragon. You look like a

bunch of marshmallows in a campfire girl

picnic.

enough of this sucker everything.

I think I know where you will bear your

threats, d*ck

That's never happened to Sir Shacky and

Green.

Gee, I can't stand high-pitched voices. I

hate it when women scream. It reminds me

of my last blind date. Then hate this,

Bob.

Try not to get upset. Don't think of this

as a sacrifice. Think of it as an

inexpensive way of getting a really deep

can. Oh, won't some brave

knight come to my rescue?

Starred k*ll points keep breaking.

Damsel in distress in the Dragon Slayer.

Hmm, let's see who's available.

That fire reading beast is already

rendered by best men on top of Dragon.

Who else could we send?

Charge, Noble Steed!

That's the fourth Noble Steed I've lost

this week!

You're accused of being a witch! How do

you plead?Like, totally not, guilty

messo! She turned me into a prince!

Well, I... got better. Halt!

In the name of Sue Buster at me! What are

you with that thing?You'll put someone?I

am! Take

thee, bonnets! Bonnie shish the monkey

out of ya! Press the star?I'm like

totally sand or some junk!

Come back here, you Cadillac car! You are

totally messing about fire alert!

We have a ladybadge in this dress at 206

Brimstone Drive. Just your standard

rescue, huhYeah, but don't forget, if

you're out there in 30 minutes, the next

rescue is free. Gee, I hope I'm not too

late. I might not get a kick.

You know, fraternizing with the enemy is

against the Geneva Conventions. I could

get in trouble with the Union. Don't be

such a reluctant dragon. You know, you're

kind of k*lled in a scaly sort of way.

Stop it! You're steaming up my glasses.

I think we took a wrong turn at that. But

what's every day?

Oh, look, Nova Steve. There's the bridge

up ahead.

Hey, troll?What, troll?Me, you

f*cked you by the ball. But I don't have

any money. Do you have belly button lips?

I don't even have a belly button. Then,

you must launch the three challenges to

cross the bridge. First, it meet

the bellies nice. That'll be a

snack.

Prepare to meet your doom, knave. And

I know you'll excuse me, there's a damsel

that means I'm distressing. Not so

fast!You must answer the second

challenge, you little wiggle. What

did the pony say and the bad report on

you?I give up. Darn, they always

get that one right. Ohh You

must face the third challenge.

Three guys with spears who run straight

at you and fall off the cliff.

it's so hard to get good extras these

days. Come on! What?

Well, how long have you felt this was

steezy?I think it stems back to my

sixth birthday party. I blew out the

candles on my cake and put six of my

friends in the burn center. Uh, uh Get up

and fight like a man, dragon! But I don't

want to fight. I've turned over a new

flame. I'm a pacifist now. I've channeled

all my lightened hostility into music.

Oh yeah?I'll miss ya, buddy. Take that! I

got

it! I got it! I got it! You leave him

alone, you iron-headed lunk! He's been

rehabilitated! Yeah! Now if I can only do

something about my breath! Hey,

that's just me right here.

sandwich! Take yourself!

Say, what was the biggest operation ever

performed?I don't know. Landing,

Michigan!

Who wants it first?

Can I pick some chicken?

The customer is always right.