01x12 - Red Hot Riding Hooded Heathcliff / The Great Milk Factory Fracas

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Who's the sassiest, frassiest, classiest

cat?

Heathcliff. Who's

got charm?Who's got warmth?Who's got

style?You can bet he'll never get caught

in the dog catcher's net.

Heathcliff. Who's light on his feet?A

whiz of disguise?Who'll steal a mackerel

right under your eyes?Heathcliff.

Here come his friends, a trio of creeps.

Dingbat. Ohh The vampire dog. The

Stari of the Skeleton. And that

jack-o-lantern of all trades, nobody.

It's the Heathcliff and Dingbat Show.

Hey, creeps, listen to this. Search

for heir to Transylvanian fortune.

Hey, Dingbat! This creep looks like you!

I can't believe it! It's my great

uncle, Bleren von Blat!

Let me have a look at that. Dingbat, if

you're related to this old vampire thug,

you inherit his castle, which means we're

all gonna be rich!

Gee, it's great to be with old friends

again. Shh. I shall

now begin the reading of the will.

In the year of the vampire,



Baron von Batt, bequeath my

entire castle to my bravest living

relative. That's me! That's me,

Dingblat the Bling. Not so

fasting bat. I say that Wombat is

the bravest relative to Baron von

Bat.

It's my evil cousin, Womblat.

It says in the will that only a vampire

dog brave enough to spend the night in

the castle is the true heir. Wombat

is the most fearless of fearless vampire

bat dogs. Oh, yeah

Well, I say that Dingbat is the most

fearless vampire bat dog. Show him,

Dingbat!

Blah! Blah! The

grating blat will put you into a

deep, deep smell.

You are getting very slippy.

Very, very slippy.

Dighty night.

Come on, Wombat, this is going to be a

piece of cake.

We have to keep Dingbat in the castle for



One more, just to make sure

that ought to keep that bad bat away from

our Dingbat.

Oh no, Dingbat's vanished. Maybe he

went to the kitchen for a midnight snack!

Don't be late, that Yellow Sponehead. We

just nailed the door shut. We gotta find

him at fast. You, son!

Phew!

Ohh

We gotta find Dig back. Leave it to me.

I'll just find a secret passage.

I'll save you, nobody.

Uh oh, I think we're goners.

There is nothing you can do to scare

the Great Dingbat into leaving his

castle! Bleh! Bleh!

No! No Anything but that! The bleakest

piece of garlic toast in the world,

you faltin!

After them!

They're gaining on us. Spear rib, you

hold them off. Ding back and I'll make a

run for

it. Whoops. I forgot to log in.

Cut short of that dog.

Yikes.

yeah

It's almost morning. Spare Rib, get out

the bat's line and catch Wombat. Oh!

How do I tell the good bat from the bad

bat?Oh, I know. Eeny, meeny,

miny monster. Big

bat, you stay here with nobody. I'll be

right back.

Now, get Wombat out the window and the

castle's ours.

Why, you boom ramus!

It's morning! We win because we got

Wombat and Dingbat is still in thecastle.

I am?I guess I minded when I

should have mowed.

You boom head, quick, back in the castle.

As Wombat has successfully spent the

night in the castle, I hereby present him

with a deed to Baron Wombat's castle.

Wait a minute. There's one more thing

that goes with that castle. Oh, how

wonderful. $2 million

in back taxes and unpaid bills.

I guess they got what's coming to them.

We now return with The Heathcliff and

Dingbat Show.

Wow! I'm really late for the big game.

I'll be lucky to see the second-half.

I can be a very determined pussycat when

the situation commands it. And

tonight is the big night for us football

freakos. A big cushy chair for my weary

bod, a giant tube for my hungry eyes, and

a few snacks for a deserving tummy. This

is living. And the best part is I get to

watch myself at halftime.

OK, tube, take me. I'm yours. Let

the madness begin.

All right, it's halftime here on Mundane

Night Football. And for your halftime

edification, tonight we look at the

unsung heroes of football,

the quintessential symbolic

personification of a team's

intrinsic identity, namely

the team mascot. We are

going to run some video highlights

from past games showing the intense

rivalry. That exists between these

rowdy little mascots for the

Detroit Tabbies, Heathcliff. They

call him Mr. Number One, and word has

it, he is one tough tab.

I'd say that was tough, wouldn't you?

On the other hand, we have Spike

of the Brooklyn Bulldogs, also

reputed to be a tough cookie who will

match his rival Bite the Bite.

You got to get up for these big games.

It's also good to keep both feet on the

ground. Hey, don't get too close to

those hot lights.

Oh, the shame of it all. You got

too close to those lights. And you're

getting too close to a left hook,

followed by a right cross to

the...

Where's my football?A mascot without a

football is very uncool. I could be

busted to cheerleader.

Uh-ha!

And the Brocklin mascot is down.

But not to worry. This kid is

tough. He always snaps back.

What a competitor. What a

sportsman. Also, a close

personal friend of mine. This is

truly a fierce and heated rivalry,

so intense that even a casual

display of the opposition's colors

can easily infuriate the game kid

from Brooklyn. Well, he's a dilly, this

kid from Brooklyn.

Uh, sorry, no visitors. We're having a

team meeting.

Try that in live action.

Nobody ever gets hurt in cartoons

anymore. Unless they

mess with Mr. You-Know-Who. And who is

Mr. You-Know-Who?

Need I say more?

Hot dogs, get your red hots!

I'll have one!

Hot dogs, hot dogs!

One hot dog, coming up!

Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip.

Hey!

You may rest assured the

questionable tactics of the Detroit

cat will be brought up before

the commissioner. The entire civilized

world knows it. There is no love lost

between these fierce combatants. I'm

gone.

Time out for a milk break. Ohh

And so it went on this occasion.

Unfortunately, their rowdy cat

emerges victorious. Well,

we will all have to live with it, I

guess. No doubt about it, he's

still Mr. Number One and gaming.

It was indeed a veritable mascot

rum. And now, back to our home.

Forget it. We've already seen the best

part.

I love winter vacations.

Hi. We're here to go skiing and

tobogganing and snowshoeing and... I'm

afraid that will be impossible.

Since I refuse to sell to some crooked

land agents, they've been sabotaging my

resort. It's too dangerous to ski

around here. Oh, this place looks

fine to me.

See?Solid as a rock.

Now look what you've done. You ruined the

lodge. We'll get your blizziness back in

shape. Yeah, no job is too difficult

for the creeps.

Okay, Dingbat, activate the new creep

lift. Right, Bluff. Hmm,

something seems to be a mess.

I forgot the fuel for the monster

motor.

Go get your lunch, big boy.

Much better! Blah, blah, blah! Now we're

moving! Hey, wait for me!

So, he thinks he can hire those creeps to

fix up his resort, ehWe'll see about

that.

This ought to give him a lift.

Hey, look behind ya!

Those creeps won't bother us again.

Quick, Spear Rib, do something! No

problem!

Spear Rib, put on your flanks! Flanks?

Come on, let's beat it. Hey,

they must be the rotten land agents.

Well, they won't stop us. Come on, we've

got to open the new ski shop.

Everything's ready for the grand opening.

Right, now keep your eyes peeled for

those public realtors.

You know what to do.

We've come for our skiing lessons.

Our famous ski instructor is over by the

ski shop. Dingblat! You got some ski

students. The great Dingblat will

teach you to ski. But first, you must

know your equipment. These are

ski boots. And

these are the ski.

And of course, these are the ski poles.

And this is your fake

mustache. HuhWait a minute.

I know you. You're one of those Blad

guys. It's time the Great Dingblatt

taught you a real lesson.

Wrong. It's time to teach you a

lesson. In downhill

skiing.

Now we can wreck the ski resort once and

for all. I

love cross-country skiing, but this is

ridiculous.

Hello?Sure,

this is

You knuckle-nut! Come on, we gotta get

back and stop those snooks from wrecking

the ski resort. This is w*r!

When this falls, it will crush the resort

under a ton of snow!

Hurry things back, they're gonna bury the

resort! Hand daughter, hand blitzer, hand

blotters, andWhoa!

Rain dragons!

Now I'll get you, Greeks!

You pom-pom, you've buried the

resort! Don't worry. Randolph,

the red-nosed rain dragon will melt us

out. Oh, Randolph!

Tickle, tickle.

Well, we stopped the avalanche.

Yes, and you ruined my ski resort. Well,

look at it this way. There'll be plenty

of water skiing in the summer.

You'll make a fortune. Until then,

let's get out of here.

Fly, fly. See you next season.

We now continue with the Heathcliff and

Dingbat Show.

Never try to sell Heathcliff short. Help!

Save me! Ha! The damsel in

distress. Help!

You don't pay your taxes, you go to jail!

But I need the money for my poor sick

mother. This calls for a Heathcliff

special. The Saw-Tip Tarrow!

Ohh Help! Save me! There's

no one to save you!

Gotcha! Watch this! Looks like a

typical Heathcliff trick!

Help! Save! Gotcha!Oops! That felonous

sheriff has poor made Marion in his foul

clutches. Help!

Help Your Precious Heathcliff can't save

you now! Precious Heathcliff strikesagain!

Help! Yeah! Faster! Giddy-yah!

Giddy-yah! Whoa!

Whoa, you ordinary critters! Oh, my

save!

Somebody's

gonna pay for this outreach! Oh,

geez, Cliff, my hero!

Yes, and hero to all the poor and

downtrodden. But,

Sarah, if you're taking our last bag of

grain, this will serve as down

payment on your taxes. Boy,

talk about low-down scoundrels.

HuhGet ya,

you slowpoke! Even the trees are passing

ya!

Never sawed a donkey yet that could

resist a nice, juicy apple.

You're slower than a snail with no place

to go. Hey,

giddy up! I'll give you to the count of

three to move. One, two, three.

What's the matter?Can't you count?

This is your last chance, Mule. You

move or else...

Come back here, you hot bear, Mule!

Empty bags. Look, it's Steve

Cliff. And he's bringing back our brain.

Huh

Rejoice! There is grain enough for all!

Hooray! I'll pull a

stopper on his goody-good deed!

Look!

The river's drying

up! Now,Me thinks I should call upon the

aid of my underground friends. All

right, already, I hear ya, I hear ya.

Operation 23 Skidoo and hasten, but a

sheriff doth approach forthwith. Aye,

aye, Vault Capitale.

Ready?One, two, three.

Oops-a-daisy. Full speed ahead!

Hurry, Heathsmith! You're not getting

away this time! That's the careful of the

bottle, Sheriff.

Why does he always win?Hurry!

My hero!

All in a day's work for us hero-typeguys.