02x08 - A Growing Cell

[bunniefuu]

Smell those burgers frying. It's fast

food heaven.

We got them now. It's times like these

that I wish I were equipped with capsules

for motion sickness. Me too. We're going

over 100 kilometers per hour. Is the

grease below? What's that? Back

seat, our new biofeedback navigation

system. It's like having an extra set of

eyes on the road. Yeah, an extra mouth,

too. Look

out! Whoa! Where'd all this grease come

from?

What'd you get? The usual. Two big top

bacon burgers, double cheese with a side

of circus rings, and a triple thick

monkey malt.

All super shy. Dude, that's a lot of

food. Hey, I'm a growing boy. Well, don't

look now, but I think you're growing in

the wrong direction.

Yeah, yeah. Are you gonna eat

that?

Ozzy with sliding! It's

raining fats and clouds! They

never mentioned this on the Weather

Channel.

Uh! It's a slider! Where are my jeans?

Look out!

Oh, nice work, Speedy. At least you can

skip the next oil change.

Keep it up, Aussie.

The germ.

Well, at least we collared the perp. No

thanks to your no-good navigation system.

Hope you had a nice trip.

Ozzy and Drix, Ozzy and

Drix Trouble in the air, what you gonna

do? Is it cold as a fever? Or maybe

the

flu? Meet Ozzy and Drix's private eyesCut

germs and viruses down the sides Busy

defending all the nerve endings They got

busting nerves

in the birds

From the tip of the nose to the behind

They're the protectors of the city of

Hector Ozzie and Tricks

Hello? Dang,

Hector's gotta lay off the fast food.

Every crease was filled with grease. Yes,

Yes we'll be right over. Ozzie,

we just got a case in Midriff Estates.

Ain't that in Fat City? Yes, and it's the

fastest growing part of Hector. Man, this

case could be big.

What a crib! A pad like this gotta cost

about a billion cars. Hey, Alfred,

what do these folks do for a living?

They eat.

Oh! You must be Ozzie on

tricks. I am Father

Glob. Hello there. I

am Womsy Glob. Please come true enough.

UmmWould our

guests like to try some blood puffs in

snot sauce? It's very good.

No, thanks. I already ate once this year.

But they smell good. Oh yeah, just just

like hot wings. She is crying because

it's our son's favorite dish. That is

why you're here. Our son, Agloopus,

is missing. The police have found

nothing. You are our only hope. When

did he disappear? On our vacation at

Gastric Force, just days ago.

These were taken on our trip.

Mumsy and I were in the snotfudge shop

when he disappeared. Could he have run

away?He would

never do that. I was buying him un

booger bar. They're his favorites, yeah?

Yo, Drix, check out

Handyman. What do you think?

His name is Stickity Lippin. He calls

himself an artist. No one else does.

We've been looking for this bad boy

cholesterol for a long time. Bad

cholesterol? Hey, remember back in Frank?

The place was overrun with them. And then

when fat cells and bad cholesterol get

together... Coronary catastrophe.

According to his rap files, Thickety was

last seen in Hipsville. Then we'll start

there. Well, keep me posted, okay? A

glupus isn't the only fat cell kid who's

missing.

Any more disappear, and we're gonna have

to build another lobby.

He's round. Where's Lederhosen? Chocolate

is his best friend? Nope.

And if I ain't seen him, no one has.

Well, I hope you're having better luck

than I am. Nope, but it looks like our

luck's about to change.

Freeze! Rise 'em,

stickity! You should know my

agitation. Makes for a sticky

situation.

Huh? Uh! It's plaque! I can't move

Hold foul lippage.

Later, pill!

This anticoagulant should do the trick.

Oh, if I must.

Come on.

Spinketti was heading for this alley.

Good heavens, it's a junk food junkyard.

Oh, hello! It's somebody out there! Help

me!

Stand back!

At last I am saved! Did you win the

Glen Witches? I'm starving!

I knew this was gonna be a big case, but

not this big.

Are you sure you have no food?

I smell cherries. I'm afraid those are my

bubbles. They're a bit strong. I I just

had them flavor enhanced. Hey!

Stickity's been stuffing him to sumo cell

size. I am big, yeah? Yeah!

Couple of more plasma pizzas and kids

could bounce on you at birthday parties.

Come on, man, we gotta get you home. Oh,

home. Momsy,

Dadsy, I'm cooking ya.

Is it much farther?

Just wait right there, Slim.

Ohh

We gotta make a seat. You pull the hood,

I'll pull the trunk.

You know, I'm really not supposed to bend

like that. Okay, kid, get

in. You're kidding. He's a lipopotamus.

Okay, something snapped. I'm gonna take

the backside roads through the buttocks.

It's a straight shot to Fat City. I'm

gonna take a road trip. I'm gonna take a

road trip. By my springs. Okay,

I'm good.

I'm

good.

How

can you still be hungry? But it's not his

fault, Ozzie. When calories come into the

city, it's the fat cell's job to store

them. See for yourself. Hector's been

lying around all day doing nothing but

snacking.

Hang on. It's a hectic wave.

No, it's not. Look. Oh, great.

Hector's blood is getting bigger about a

second. Now our trip's going to take

twice as long.

I want my bumpsy.

I want my dadsy. I want

a cheese sandwich. Way

to go, Jumbo. You cracked the suspected

truck stop. Next right.

Oh, mijo, you're not still watching TV.

What are you eating?

Uh, breakfast? Get dressed and go

outside. It's a beautiful day. Oh, but

there's nothing to do. Well, maybe I

can find some chores around the house.

Works every time. I'm a

sucker for a clown with a hamburger.

While you're fixing the car, I'll get

something for a groupers to eat.

I love rump raisin

pie.

OK, kid, get out.

Feel free to help anytime. Oh, that's

so much better. My chassis was chafing.

Now stay right safe. Like you're

going anywhere.

What's this, honey? Little something to

take home to the tapeworm.

Hmm. Uh-oh. Ozzie!

Ozzie! Stickety's here.

He's found us. Where's Aglupus?

Oh,

no! Aglupus!

Did you get the pies? Hey!

He drank my entire load!

That kid yours? Oh, well.

Not exactly. You see... Give us

back that grease, or we'll tie your

membranes in knots!

You want it? You've got it.

Over there!

Oh, that was fun! This time, you stay

there.

Hey, Daddy-o, that's some heavy cargo.

Now hand him over crickety before things

get stickety. Eat pie.

Next stop, Bat City.

Ozzie, he's right behind us. Let him

come. We're already crossing the

wasteland. Man, I've

got these jeans. Oh,

my. What's happening?

A glupus.

Over there. Oh,

man. A glupus. A glupus.

Stickery has him. He's taking him down

river. But to where? Where all rivers

lead, Dritz, to the heart.

Just call me Captain Jones, commander of

the SS Dritz. There's going to be a

mutiny if you don't stop saying that. Ohh

Look at all these glandivore wrappers.

Let's check it out. I

thank you not to shove my head down, and

why do you always go first?

Oh, dear. I'm starving!

Look, it's my friend. Save

us! We're hungry. Feed us.

Yes, feed us, then save us!It's

the missing fat cells Maria told us

about. We've just blown her case wide

open.

Ohh

Allow me to lay upon you my newest

beat poem.

Fat cells are bake, blood cells are

blue. You're part of my art now.

Too bad for you. Art,

what are you talking about? Performance

art. It keeps things hoppin'. This

one's gonna be heart stoppin'.

We all gonna go on a little cruise, so

I'm giving you some fear to use.

Baghetti food? I don't think.

But rest assured, there'll be lots to

drink.

Drix. You hear that? It's Hector's

heartbeat. We're heading right into the

heart. That's why he's fattening these

kids. He's trying to clog an artery. It's

the greatest moment of your family lives.

Prepare to become immortalized. In

the air, baby. Now behold my

disaster piece. I like to call it

heart disease.

Give it up, Bill. Cool it, Jack. Ain't no

way you can crack that plaque.

What's going on?

There can be only one explanation for the

sustained rhythm of his heightened

heartbeat. Hector must be

exercising.

Everybody, stop wiggling.

We can still crack this thing.

Any friends, cool it. Jeez,

you're going to flush my disaster piece.

OK, Jones, time to drown.

Fool with me and you go down.

Bubble Man.

Help me.

You ain't seen the last of Plaque. One

curly fry and I'll be back.

All right, Stickety, give it a rest. Your

iambic pentameter's forced at best.

He's good. Say, Agrupus, you still want

that pie? I'd say you deserve it. Oh,

well, actually, I do not feel

hungry at all. No wonder.

Hector's still jogging. Yes, well,

Stickety won't be getting his claws on

him anytime soon. Sloppy!

Mumsy...

Mime song!

You know, it's moments like this that

make it all worthwhile.

Yeah, it does, the song.

They don't want to be rash Even if it's

humongous, they'll fix it in a blast Cell

communal swerves, hit some nerves Trying

to protect him, they almost wreck him

Looking good, like a blood cell should

Like a blood cell shook Looking good,

like a blood cell should With the cells

in the hood Looking

good, like a blood cell should Like a

blood cell should Looking good, like a

blood cell should With the cells in the

hood