04x11 - Tee Party/Dexter's Wacky Races

[bunniefuu]

Come on, Dex.
Don't want to be late.

Dexter: Coming.

So, anyway,
I was under.

This is down
at the pines.

Here we are, son.
Welcome to the pro shop.

Hey, how's it going, guys?

You know, the am shop
is back that way.

[Laughing]

What's that,
guys?

Have a good game.

Hey! Yeah.
You, too,
fellas.

Good
to see you.

[Coughs]
Poo bird.

[Laughing]

Uh!

[Laughing]

Dad, do those guys think
you're funny or something?

What's that?
Oh, yeah.

We're always
clowning around
here. Ha ha!

Well, if you say so.

[Laughing]

Oh, there you are.
Excuse me.

Yeah?

What can I
do you for?

I'm gonna need
a cart, please.

Oh, a cart, huh?

[Hiss]

[Hiss]

Sorry.
We're all out.

Well, what about
those ones outside?

Sir, are you
calling me a liar?

What's
the problem
here, Billy?

No problem, sir.
Everything's fine.

Yeah, well,
let's just try

to keep the ruckus
to a minimum, ok?

Sure, boss.
Anything you say.

Thanks, Billy.

What, are you trying
to get me fired?!

Well, I've never been
one to cause a ruckus.

Come on, Dex.

Hey, wait.

I might be able
to help you out.

See? You come to a place
long enough, Dex,

and you start to earn
a little respect.

Who are you
paired up with?

Hey, guys.

[Laughing]

Ok, step aside, gents,

because no one is standing
between me and that trophy.

It's tee time.

Ball, caddie.

Thanks.

Caddie, wash
this ball, please.

It's filthy.

Thanks.

Hmm...

Darn these cheap tees!

Psst! Hey, dad,
aren't you supposed to--

not now, caddie.
I'm trying
to concentrate.

Shh.

Here. Why don't you
try this one?

It's fromAustralia.

Ooh! Thanks, mate.

[Laughing]

The shrimp's
on the Barbie, fellas.

Let's get
down to business.

Is, uh...He
gonna k*ll us?

Club, caddie.

Thank you very--

uh, excuse me,
caddie,

but we're
a long way

from that hole
over there.

We're gonna need
something

a bit more
substantial
than wood.

We're gonna need
cold steel!

Ah! Here we go.

But, dad,
that's a putter.

[Ahem]

Caddie. Daddy.

He's steppin' up
to the plate.

He's at the plate!

[Snoring]

And here's the wind-up!

Hey, b-b-b-b-b!

All right,
that's a penalty.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Wait, dad.
He said "penalty."

No, he didn't, son.

He said, "now
you're home free."

Um...

Just watch me, son.
You might learn
something.

Ok, dad.

Now watch me
pick up that spare.

Man! That thing
is out of the park!

[Laughing]

There's
a stroke.

Yeah!

Dad, he said,
"that's a stroke."

Son, please.
He said, "now
you're stoked."

Please, Grant
this child brains.

I'm gonna k*ll that
brother-in-law
of yours

for not showing up
today.

Dad: All right,
pay attention, ladies.

I am gonna show you
a little technique

I learned
back in the w*r.

It's called...
Phlargle-blarger.

Ooh...

Yah...

Yes, he is.

What?

Going
to k*ll us.

Phlargle-blarger!

No, no, no. I didn't
do that right at all.

It almost fell into
this little hole right here.

All right,
that's a do-over.

Dad, listen
to me--

no more.

I don't want
any more nonsense today

from anybody,

and that includes me.

Phlargle-blarger!

Ha ha ha ha.

Well, it's official.

Now you're gonna
need a hole-in-one

on the next holes

if you even
want to get close

to winning
that trophy.

[Laughing]

No one's ever done that
except chief bearpart--

the horseshoe bend open
of ,

and he was using balls
made out of candle wax.

Nerd alert!

[Laughing]

So, it's a hole-in-one
you want, is it?

Dad--

well, I'll give you
a hole in !

Oh. Ha!

I got you this time!

Dad is going to lose
unless I do something fast.

Wait a minute. Ooh.
I hope it's still there.

Aha!

Excuse me, sir,
but I need

to clean this ball.

Here is a fresh one,

clean as a whistle.

Nope, nothing wrong

with this ball.

Perfectly normal ball

right there.

[Ahem]

[Beeping]

Well, more
to go.

, dad.

Yah...

[Beeping]

Well, one more hole,
and I win the trophy.

Wait a second.
I can't use this ball.

It's covered in filth.

No! Wait!
Dad, don't!

Don't worry, caddie.
I'll wash it.

Please! I have to
tell you something!

Save it till
after the game, son.

Can't you see
I'm about to win?

[Crackling]

[Boom]

This ball seems
to have run its course.

Well, I got
another one.

Dad, wait!

[Cheering]

[Thud]

Now, what was that
you wanted to tell
me, son?

Uh...thanks for letting me
be your caddie today.

You're welcome, son.

Announcer:
And here they are,

the world's most daredevil group
of daffy drivers

ever to whirl their wheels
inDexter's wacky races,

competing for the title
of the world's wackiest racer.

The cars are approaching
the starting line.

At the front is
that ingenious inventor Dexter

in the laboratory rat,

followed by number ,
the dark man special,

driven by mandark.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha!

[Tires screech]

Tagging alone,
it's number with mom and dad

in the family sedan...

Followed by number ,
the merry prankster,

driven by mandark's folks,
ocean bird and wind bear.

Right on.

Hopping along, it's number ,
Dee Dee and koosie.

Next is number ,
the banana barge,

with monkey...
And the lovely honeydew.

And finally,
in their hemi-powered,

star-spangled superstock,
it's the justice friends--

krunk, major glory,
and val halen,

in the glory lorry.

And away they go,

inDexter's way-out
wacky races!

Taking the lead,
it's number , the family sedan,

in today's wacky race,
which takes us

on a windy, wound-about way
through wonderful wurwank--

Burbank.

In second place,
the merry prankster,

followed by number ,
the lab rat, in third.

Coming up fast, it's number ,
the dark man special.

Hmm...i wonder

what that mischievous
mandark is up to.

[Evil laughter]

Uh-oh. Look out, Dexter.

[Evil laughter]

[Clang]

Huh?

Well, look at that.

It looks like mandark's
monster magnet

was mistakenly set
to "moose."

Ha ha ha ha!

But Dexter's ahead of the game,
maneuvering for the lead,

with the aid of the lab rat's
latest technological advances.

Gee, Dexter, that's
a pretty nifty looking device.

It is my latest foray

into transient
motion graphics
interface technology.

Using negative feedback
synthesized digital
simulator

nominal-space subsystem
linear processing, i--

announcer: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's very nice.

Number is
looking chipper.

How are you
holding up, koos?

Oh, just...Fine.

Yay!

[Squawk]

Hey!

Meanwhile,
the justice friends,

cruising along
in the American muscle.

Excuse me, major, but that looks
like a pretty powerful machine.

Right you are,
my friend.

We're talking
a fully blown

hemispherically
fuel-injected
cubic inch,

nitro-methane
powered beast.

Posi-rear
with slick fifties.

And some pretty neat
stickers, too.

So, bro, if
it's
so powerful,

why are we
in last place?

Patience, my friend,

for the red, white, and blue
will never come in... .

Announcer: Speaking of ,
how's that lovely couple

in the family sedan
holding up?

Honey, we better
speed up.

It looks like
the other racers
are gaining on us.

Don't you
worry, dear.

They won't even
get close,

thanks to my special
modifications,

like overinflated
tires

and turbo-Max
l.E.D.-Lit custom
windshield wipers.

What do they
do, dear?

Nothing.

But they sure
look cool.

And most important,

I removed
all extra weight
from the vehicle,

including...

[Engine sputters
and stops]

The gas t*nk?

Right.

Oh, right on, baby.

Now we're, like,
number one.

Wind bear, isn't this
whole competition thing

representative
of the lame ideas

embraced by a society
which chooses

neither to acknowledge
or support

true individuality
in its futile quest

for political
uniformity?

Oh, no, man.
Our groovy
little excursion

is merely symbolic
of our duty

as citizens
of the united
freaks of america

to use whatever
available resources

that are, um...
Available...

To aid in the ability
to elude the clutches

of the ever-oppressive
auto-cannibalistic

capitalistic regime,

which functions
are the mere pawn

of its equally
oppressive government

so that we, um...
You know, that we...

Oh, now I forgot
what I was saying, man.

Anyway...

Do you dig?

Hmm...no.

Check this out, man.

This state-of-the-art
nitro booster,

when activated,
will totally give us,

like, the boost
we need to achieve

our ultimate
journey, man.

Get your motor
runnin'.

Beginning pursuit.

[Siren]

Aw, man.
It's the heat.

Bummer.

Don't stress, Bess.
I got it all
dialed in.

[Siren]

I'll do the talking.

So...where's
Mr. Wavy-gravy

off to
in such a hurry?

Well, you see, like,
we're having this race, dig?

Which I believe
is part of our right

to life, Liberty,
and the...

Purs...uh, the pursu...
The presa...

Um, whatever. You dig?

Sir, ma'am, I need
to ask all y'all

to step out
of the vehicle.

Way to go.

Hey, it worked
at Berkeley.

This isn't Berkeley.
It's Burbank.

Announcer: Meanwhile,
the race is getting close,

as our wacky team
passes the halfway Mark.

Number one is still showing
a strong lead,

followed by number
in second place,

with number
close behind.

In a steady fourth,
number .

Next, number ,
and what's this?

Hey, it looks like mom and dad
are back in the race.

And it looks like
the race is narrowing...

Literally.

Mandark:
Rats! I can't pass.

Wait. I know.

Announcer: Well, it looks
like the dark man special

has a leg up
on the competition,

landing in first place,
spelling trouble for the others.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha!

Speaking of trouble,

let's check up
on the merry prankster.

Policeman: So,
what do we have here?

Oh, dude, that's
my way-out nitro booster.

But just, like,
make sure

you don't, like,
turn the valve on.

Policeman:
Stop this crazy thing!

Bummer.

What do we do now?

Wow. Far out, man.

I have an idea.

Announcer: Meanwhile,
mandark is still in the lead

as we approach
the tippenagogo-agogo tunnel.

Mandark: This is
the perfect spot

to try out
my...Top-secret plan.

Krunk afraid
of the dark.

Oh, don't worry,
big fella.

Lady Liberty's
torch will guide
us through.

And now...

That was weird.

What is that
mandark up to?

Hmm...

Uh, like, you can
open your eyes now.

Announcer: All of our racers
have exited the tunnel,

and according to radar,
are stopped.

No, our live camera shows them
moving along at a crisp pace.

Well, I'll be.

Koosie,
do you notice
anything strange?

Like what, Dee Dee?

It feels
like we've been

on this same stretch
of road forever.

Look! There
it is again.

There's what, Dee Dee?

That pile
of rocks.

We keep
passing it.

There it is
again...

And again.

Now, now, Dee Dee.
That's called a repeat pan,

first implemented
by William Hannah

and Joseph barbera
in

to streamline
production costs.

Well, I don't
like it.

Announcer: And neither
does Dexter.

Computer: Dexter,
I am detecting

a negative-ion
force field

in the direct
vicinity.

Hmm...i got
a funny feeling
about this.

Computer, give me
a location scan
since minutes ago.

I do not believe it!

Computer, give me
ultraviolet scanner.

Ha ha! I knew it.

It appears as though
we have been driving
for miles,

but in actuality,
we are still
inside the tunnel.

Mandark trapped us
in a virtual-reality
force loop.

Computer, terminate
force loop.

Yeah! We did it!

Announcer:
Now all they have to do

is catch up
to that shifty old mandark,

who's got
an impressive lead.

But wait. It looks
like the other wacky racers

are making
a strong comeback

as we approach
the final quarter.

Number , the dark man,
still in the lead,

with the lab rat
on his tail.

Number , Dee Dee and koosie,
in a close third,

followed by
the banana barge,

and coming up last,
the glory lorry.

Major glory:
Washington's wig!

It looks like
we have to pull over.

[Siren]

Ha ha ha. Leave it
to the conformists

to obey the law.

Hey, that's not
the heat.

That's
the competition.

Announcer: Now the other racers
take off after mandark,

except for number ,
who seems to have stalled out.

Major glory,
car go...

[Sputtering]

Yes, krunk, I know.

But I just put
new points in it.

Now what are
we gonna do?

There's only
one thing we can do.

Announcer:
It looks like

American muscle
is back in the race.

When push
comes to shove,

American ingenuity always
steps up to the plate.

Major glory:
You can say that again.

Faster! Faster! Faster!
Faster! Faster! Faster!

Announcer: And as we come
to the final leg of the race,

it looks like it's
gonna be a close one.

They're all neck-and-neck,
vying for that lead position.

Oh, boy, is this
gonna be close!

We may need to have
a photo finish,

and the winner is...

The policeman?

Let's go to the winner

and see if he has
any words for us.

Why, yes. Yes, I do.

Get me out of here!

Announcer: And so ends
another exciting episode

ofDexter's wacky races.

Good night, folks.

Enter at your own peril.

Past the vaulted door,

where impossible things
may happen

that the world's
never seen before.

♪ In Dexter's laboratory

♪ lives the smartest boy
you've ever seen ♪

♪ but Dee Dee blows
his experiments ♪

♪ to smithereens

♪ there is gloom and doom
while things go boom ♪

♪ in Dexter's lab