01x11 - Farm

[bunniefuu]

[grunting]

Almost to the top.

Almost to the top.

Hello.

Hey, Shane, what you doing?

Climbing.

Climbing, well, while Shane climbs,

could I show you the remote?

It does heaps of--Wait. Wait.

Don't show the remote yet,

or I'll never reach the top.

Keep climbing, Shane.

Don't worry about me.

Now, if you want something to rewind,

you could hit the Rewind button.

[clicks]

[groaning]

[speaking backwards]

Pause. [clicks]

If you want something to go really, really fast,

use the Fast Forward button. [clicks]

[quickly] Wait. Wait.

Don't show the remote yet,

or I'll never reach the top.

Pause. [clicks]

Let's see--oh!

Play. [clicks]

[grunting]

Wonder what that button is.

[clicks]I can move again,

move again.

Thank you. Thank you.

Just one thank you is enough, Shane.

I said it once, once.

Oh! Oh, it was the Echo--

I pressed the Echo button.

Oh, could you stop it, please,

stop it, please, stop it, please?

[clicks]Because it's really starting

to get on my nerves.

Oh, thank you.

That's another button I haven't seen.

I wonder what it does. [clicks]

Whoa!

Whoa!

Anything?

Anything at all?

Yeah!

That's the Seesaw button!

Seesaw button?

Press the Steady button!

Steady button, okay.

[clicks]

Whoa!

Hey.

Much better.

Hey, would you like to have a try?

You got it?

There we go.

Okay, now, just press the Play button.

Whatever you do,

don't press the Seesaw button,

because we'll go seesawing--

[both] Whoa!

That's the Seesaw button!

What do we do?

Press the Steady button.

Press the Steady button.

Whoa!

Hold it. That's it.

That's it. That's it.

Just leave it now.

Just press Play...

On your remote.

[man] Down upside!

Oh, sorry.

The Upside Down Show!

[quirky music]

♪

[together] We are the Talking Airheads.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Out in front on guitar, Shane.

[rock guitar solo]

And on trumpet, Fido the Fly.

[jazzy trumpet solo]

♪

And on marimba, the Schmuzzies.

[jazzy marimba solo]

And I play-- over here, quickly.

What do I play?

[energetic drum solo]

Whoo!

The organ!

No, no, no, no, not the organ.

Ready?

[energetic drum solo]

Whoo!

The harmonica?

No, no, it starts with a D.

De-de-de-dah. [drums echoing]

De-de-dah.

Uh, dog biscuits?

No, no, D-rums, the drums.

Drums! The drums.

[descending drum beats]

Whoo!Whoo!

Your drums are sounding awesome.

Thank you, that's because I've added a cowbell.

That's why it's sounding so awesome.

[descending drum beats]

[cow mooing]Whoo!

Whoa, awesome-sounding bell.

[cow bawling]

What is that?

That's Clarabelle,

the clinking, clanking cowbell cow.

[cow mooing]

And she gets a little bit upset

if you compliment the bell and forget to mention her.

Well, don't have a cow.

Well, I do have a cow,

and I think you've upset her.

Sorry.

[cow bellowing]

All right, Airheads,

are you ready to rock?

[both] Yeah!

[rock music flourish]

Oh, great, because I just finished writing

a fantastic new song,

Cantata for Cowbell in D minor.

[cow mooing]Oh, I have a cowbell!

Let's hear it!

All righty!

[descending drum b*at]

[drumsticks clattering]

Hey, man, your drums

don't sound as awesome as they did before.

Where's the cowbell?

It was here a second ago.

[descending drum b*at]

Whoa!

Where?

Right here.

[vocalizes rhythm]

Now it's missing.

My cowbell is missing.

Well, maybe Clarabelle,

the so-called clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

just wandered away with it.

You couldn't have complimented her,

could you, Shane?

[whispering] Well, how would I know

that she would be so sensitive?

[whispering] And how are we supposed to play

Cantata for Cowbell in D minor

if we don't have a cowbell?

[whispering] I don't think we can.

Well, what are we doing here, then?

And why are we whispering?

[David and Shane] I don't know.

Oh, you got to find that cowbell!

How are we going to find the cowbell?

Oh!Ding!

[vocalizing high tone]

Sorry, what was that?

I said, "Wait, I have an idea."

Okay.

Bells make sounds, right?

Sorry?I said--

You told me to wait.

Bells make sounds, right?

I believe they do.

Do you believe it?

Yes.Good.

So all we have to do to find a bell

is listen for the sound of a...

Buh. Buh.

Starts with B.Mm-hmm.

French horn.

No, the other B.

A zither?

No, no, no.

A... Drum?

Drums. No.

A bell. A bell.

A bell.Bell.

Shane, how do you do it?

Well, it's a gift,really.

I just use my--my...

[sighs]my...

Brain?Brain.

Brain.

Well, come on, my "gifted" brother.

Let's listen.

You can help us.

Listen with us.

[marimba melody]

♪

Schmuzzies, be quiet.

Oh! Oh!

Schmuzzies, be gone.

[Schmuzzies chirping]

Let us know if you hear something.

[bell tolling]

[David] Over here.

[man] Shane, David?

You forgot to ring the bell.

[sighs]

[bells jingling]

[man] Boys, boys,

not sleigh bells,

the doorbell.

[hums doorbell tones]

[man] ♪ Come in.

Where's the bell?

Where's the bell?

Did somebody just press the Echo button?

No, I'm just really curious.

[gasps]

We found the cowbell.

We found the cowbell.

It's a bit large to be a cowbell,

don't you think?

Well, ring it and find out.

Okay.Ding.

[descending drum b*at]

[descending drum b*at]

It's just-- it's too high.

Hey, why don't you try using one of these ropes?

Okay.Yeah.

[grunting]

That's no way to ring a bell.

It's like this.

[groaning]

Oh, hello, boys!

[David and Shane] Oh, hello, Mrs. Foil.

That looks like fun!

[bell ringing]

That's the largest cowbell I've ever seen.

I don't want to meet the cow

that belongs to that!

[both whimpering]

No, no, no, no, no, no!

This is not a cowbell.

This is great big bell.

This is the Great Big Bell Room!

Well, how do you ring this bell?

Oh, it's all in the wrist.

No, I mean, the bell is all in the wrist.

Look and listen.

See?[bell ringing]

[David and Shane] Oh!

[blubbering]

I'd like to try that.

Be my guest.Me too.

Wrist.

[gasps]

Oh, you've broken my Great Big Bell ringing rope!

Now I'll never be able to ring my Great Big Bell again.

I know what it's like

to lose a bell that you love.[sobbing]

[sobbing]

This is so sad.

Wait!

I have an idea.

[together] Oh, what is it?

That's what I was going to say.

What is it?

Could you press the Rewind button

on your remote?

[speaking backwards]

[speaking backwards]

[sobbing]

[speaking backwards]

Oh, it worked! Thank you!

I have my bell back!

And I'd like my bell back.

Oh, I know.

Could you please press the Fast Forward button

so I can get my bell back really quickly?

[all] Whoa!

[bells ringing]That's the Seesaw button!

Oh, this is my stop, fellas.

[both] Whoa!

[Puppet] Hey, I found it.

Guys!You found it?

[together] The cow bell?

No.[sighs]

Something to get the cowbell back

so we can play Cantata for Cowbell in D minor.

[together] What is it?

[grunting]

What's that?

I found it in my record collection.

It's called Music to Play Till the Cows Come Home.

Perfect! Clarabelle's a cow!

Then she'll love this cowy favorite.

It's an opera.

So put on your serious faces.

[clicking]

[together] Serious face. Serious face.

[Puppet] Uh, silly face. No.

[squeaking]

Oh, crazy face. No, no, no.

[squeaking]

Happy face. No.

[squeaking]

Globby face!

[squeaking]

Ah, serious. Serious. Got it.

[squeaking]

Oh, well, they might be your serious faces,

but I just can't take you seriously,

so take off your serious faces!

[squeaking]

And put Music to Play Till the Cows Come Home on!

[lively opera music]

[lip-synching female singer]

[lip-synching male singer]

♪

[lip-synching finale]

♪

Now we play the waiting game.

Bring on the cows.

Yes, quite.

[chicken clucking]

That doesn't sound like a cow.

No.

Maybe it's a cow in a chicken suit.

Oh.

Silly, a cow couldn't fit into a chicken suit.

Maybe it's a cow in a really big chicken suit.

Ah!I don't know.

Those really big chicken suits are really expensive.

I should know.

And anyway, where's a cow

going to get that kind of money?

Uh, maybe they sell their milk.

[Shane and David] Oh, yeah.

Oh! [laughs]

My mistake:

they really are chickens.

How do you know?

I played Music to Play Till the Chickens Come Home

by mistake. [laughs]

I better go find the cow record.

Bye.

[bell ringing]

Ooh, you hear that?

A bell. That's right,a bell.

You hear that?

And it's coming from in here.

Off with the cushions!

[gasping]

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.Whoa. [laughs]

[together] Whoa, whoa!

Did somebody press the Seesaw button?

No, we're in a boat.

A boat.

Oh!

And you're enormous and orange.

Yuh!

Yuh! So are you!

[gasps]

[together] Life jackets, whoa!

Okay, where's the bell?

Where's the bell?

Well, it's out there somewhere

in the ocean.

All right, I guess there's one thing

for us to do.

Put on scuba suits and dive for it.

Okay, maybe-- there must be two things.

Yes, we'll ride the back of a dolphin.

We could ride all day and all night

until we find the end of the rainbow

where lies Davy Jones' locker,

and we could take Davy Jones' socks,

and we could put them on our ears,

and we could listen.

We could listen for the sound of distant--

Obviously there's many things that we could do,

but I was thinking we could fish for the bell.

Good idea.

Fish for the bell!

[reel spinning]

Go fish.

Oh! Oh, I've got something!

Whoa! I got it!

Reel it in![grunts]

Reel it in!It's a bell!

It's a bell! Whoa!

Oh!

[grunting]

Oh, yes!

Ah![blows note]

It's a bell?

That's not a bell.

[together] Oh!Oh!

Mrs. Foil!

[muffled] Oh, my tuba!

I'm sorry?

You found it.Pardon?

What was that?

My tuba.

Mrs. Foil, take the thing out of your mouth,

for we can't hear you properly.

My tuba.

You can speak normally now.

Oh, my tuba.

You found my tuba.

Thanks, lads.

Now I can go tuba diving.

Happy playing.

Well, I guess you win the prize.

What prize?

The Nobel Prize.

Where is it?

It's in Sweden.

[laughter]

[sighing]

You have a go.Okay.

Go fish.Okay!

[reel spinning]

[together] Whoa!

Now I've got something.

Oh, reel it in. Reel it in!

[groaning]

It's huge.

[groaning]

[grunting]

[together] Oh!

The cowbell! The cowbell!

Whoo!Now we can play

Cantata for Cowbell in D minor.

That's not a cowbell.

That a fish bell.

[together] A fish bell?

Well, what sort of fish

wears a bell?

A cow fish.

Moo!

Moo!

Whoa, whoa!

Well, I guess we've got to look for that bell somewhere else.

Yeah, could you please press the Dry Land button

on your remote?

[together] Whoa!

No, that's the Upside Down button!

Quick, press the Right Side Up button.

[together] Oh!

Thank you!

Now, please press the Dry Land button.

[together] Whoa!

[Puppet] Guys, guys!

I've got it! I've got it!

You've got the cowbell?

No, the song that will bring Clarabelle,

the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

back to the apartment

so we can get the cowbell

and play Cantata for Cowbell in D minor.

Brilliant!

So what song is it?

It's a dance song

called Udder Chaos.

Oh, okay.

Udder Chaos.

[cow mooing]

Oh!

[lively dance b*at]

♪ Udder chaos!

♪

♪ Udder chaos!

[cows mooing]

♪

♪ Udder chaos!

Yeah!

[cow bellowing]

That sounds like a cow.

It worked.

The song worked.

[cow mooing]

Clarabelle!

Clarabelle, come here.

[cow snorting]

Where's your cowbell?

[cow snorting]

Clarabelle, this-- this isn't Clarabelle.

This is a bull!

A bull![bull snorting]

Ole!

Watch my drums, bull!

Oh, my drums!

[cymbal crashing]

Bull, be gone!

Find something red!

[bull bellowing]

Something red!

The door. Toreador! Toreador!

[bull bellowing]

Oh!

[bull bellowing]

That bull be gone, baby.

Yeah.

[bell ringing]Oh!

I hear the bell.

Me too.

Where's that coming from?

Do you hear it?

It's coming from you!

It's coming from this--

No, no, no, listen further.

Oh, it's coming from--

Inside this marimba.Marimba!

Let's check it out.Okay.

[ascending marimba tones]

♪

[bell ringing]

Cowbell, cowbell.

Oh! The cowbell!

Cowbell!

We found the cowbell!

That's not a cowbell.

That's a bicycle bell.

You're in the Bicycle Room.

[together] The Bicycle Room?

Yeah.

So if this is the Bicycle Room...

Then we could use these bicycles

to lead us to the cowbell.

Brilliant idea!

Lead us, bicycles. Lead us.

Go! We will follow.

You need to get onto the bikes.

Onto them.

On?

Yeah, we-- we were just...

Onto the bicycles.

Wait.

First you need helmets.

Hey, do you have any helmets

that Shane and I could borrow?

Yeah?

[groaning]

Ooh, nice!

Yeah, could I have one like that,

a red one?

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

Bucket.

What did you say?

Bucket. You've got a bucket on your head.

Oh, that's not--

Oh, thank you.

All right, Shane.

Let's ride!

Let's ride.

How do we--

Well, we justget on.

That's not how you ride.

You sit on your seat,

and you pedal with your feet.

Here, I'll show you.

It's easy.

[bicycle bell ringing]

Cool.

I'd like to see that again.

Yeah, could you press the Instant Replay button

on your remote?

[man] And he's off.

[man] He's off, yes.

He's chosen on this occasion

to use his feet.

His feet, yes.

To pedal.

He swings around and decelerates.

It's a picture-perfect total bicycle.

That was excellent bike riding.Not bad.

Thanks. See ya.

[David] Farewell. [Shane] Adios.

Shane, shall we give it a try?

Let's ride.

[energetic rock music]

♪

Could you press the Fast Forward button...

On your remote?

[together] Whoa!

♪

Watch out for my drums! Watch out!

Oh![cymbal clanging]

Guys, guys, guys!

This time, I've really found it.

You're not talking about the cowbell, are you?

No, I'm talking

about the record that will attract

Clarabelle, the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

back here with the cowbell.

Yeah?

And what record is that?

Heidi Heifer's Hoedown Hootenanny.

[together] Heidi Heifer's Hoe-what?

Oh, yeah, Clarabelle,

the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

will love Heidi Heifer's Hoedown Hootenanny.

Say that sentence again.

I don't really want to.

It hurts my brain.

Why don't we just play the record?

Okay.Good idea.

[twangy country music]

[man] ♪ Old MacDonald had a farm.

♪ E-I-E-I-O.

♪ And on that farm, he had a cow. ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O.

Stop the record! Stop the record!

Stop the record.

But Clarabelle, the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

isn't even back yet.

But I think I've got a pretty good idea

where Clarabelle, the clinking, clanking

cowbell cow, might be.

Where?

The record said,

♪ And on that farm he had a cow, ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-- et cetera.

So Clarabelle, the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

might be on that farm.Farm!

Well, what are you doing standing around here?

Get to that farm and find that cowbell!

[together] Let's find that farm!

[chicken clucking]

What was that?

It wasn't me.

It was one of the opera-loving chickens.

Opera-loving chickens:

can't eat them.

Can't vote for them.

Can't wear them as a hat.

But they sure as Dooley

could tell you where a farm is.

Where's the farm?

[chicken clucking]

Do you hear that?

What'd she say?

She said the farm is under that table.

Of course!

What are we waiting for?

Let's go!

[chicken clucking]

Oh, sorry. Sorry.

[quirky music]

[man] Shane and David go to the farm

for the very first time!

[creaking]

Where's Clarabelle?

They need to find the cowbell.

They look in the fields.

It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack

or a cowbell in a haystack.

Ah!Ding!

[man] Shane has an idea!

In order to find the cowbell, they need to find cows.

[lamb bleating]

That's not a cow.

That's not a cow either.

Still no cows!

Are you a cow?

[man] That's certainly not a cow.

Well, I never!

[man] It's the farmer.

Oh, this is a cow.

Oh!

[man] She knows where the cows might be.

Yes! Yes!

David and Shane have found the cows!

Do they know where Clarabelle is?

There she is!

Clarabelle and the cowbell!

[cow mooing]

Clarabelle!

David and Shane couldn't be happier

to have found Clarabelle the cow.

And Clarabelle has something special for them.

[cow mooing]

[gurgling]

♪

And finally, Shane and David and Clarabelle,

the clinking, clanking cowbell cow,

head back home after a great trip to the farm.

[cowbell clanking]

[rock music]

♪

All right!

Rock and roll!

[cow mooing]

[cowbell clanking]

Hey, great cowbell playing, David.

Thank you, and Clarabelle?

Uh, great cowbell wearing, Clarabelle.

[cow mooing]

She says, "Thank you."

Oh, and thank you!

Yes, because without you,

we would never have found that cowbell.

And we would never have been able to play

Cantata for Cowbell in D minor,

so thanks.

Oh! Oh! I've got something for you.

[vocalizes drums beats]

Drumsticks!

Yeah, they're yours!

Take them.

There you go.

Oh, oh, oh, cowbell, cowbell.

Cowbell!

Can't have drumsticks without a cowbell.

Ding this one. Ding!

It works.

All yours!

There you go.

Oh, cow, cow, cow!

A cow.[cow mooing]

There you go.Lift it up.

Let's see if we can. [grunting]

Could you help us out, Puppet?Yeah.

[cow mooing]

One, two, three.Can we get this?

Yep, yep.

Push![cow mooing]

Push!

[cow mooing]

[all panting]

Now, attach the cowbell to the cow

and ding!

Yeah! [laughs]

And guess what.

You're now an honorary member of...

[all] The Talking Airheads!

[laughs]Let's play!

Rock and roll!One, two, three, four.

[jazzy rock music]

♪