04x07 - House Sisters/Muscular Beaver 5

[bunniefuu]

[ Lively dance music playing ]

♪ A-a-a-angry beavers ♪

♪ Beavers. ♪

[ Squealing and grunting
excitedly ]

"Insert part 'a'"...

Is this part "a"?

I guess so.

"Into part 126-g."

126-G... Where is it?
Where is it?

Daggett, I need quiet!

[ Sudden silence ]

I'm trying to assemble
my super electrogizzeblinky

So I can say good-bye
to humdrum hair care.

Sorry, I can't.

I'm winning us an
all-expenses-paid trip for two

To the dueling dam do-athon
and tumblebug pageant

In branson, missouri.

Offer prohibited where void.

Oh, it all becomes clear now.

The dueling banjo-athon

And tumblebug pageant

The most beloved event
of the entire branson
festival season.

Pardon me while
I laugh up my sleeve

At your childish
optimism.

There's going to be,
like, a zillion entries

And you ain't gonna win.

[ Incoming chute rumbling ]

[ Gasps ]

Eh... Junk mail.

Are you nutsy?

Do you know
what this means?

Somebody mailed us
a hillbilly?

No! We won!

We're going to branson.

I'm a weiner!
I'm a weiner!

Wait a sec.

Who's going to look after
the dam while we're away?

Thanks to you and
your lack of tactfulness

None of our friends
are speaking to us.

Hey, hey, guys, check this out.

[All gasp]

[All shuddering]

[All squeal]

[Daggett]
all right, you losers,

Get out of here.

You take your cheesy presents
and make tracks.

We can get
our little sisters

Chelsea and stacy
to do it.

Mom can drop them off.

And since
they can't read

We can make them
a videotape

That tells them
what to do.

Good idea.

All right, daggett,
five seconds to air.

Hold on!

[Beeping]

[Thud]

There, now.

I think we should ask
stacy and chelsea

To bring in
the paper and milk

And then...

[ Excitedly ]:
yeah, yeah, yeah...

Water the plants and
turn the lights on

And-- ooh! Ooh! Ooh!--

Why don't we have them
repaint the living room?

I'd like yellow walls
with purple polka dots.

And they can finish
putting together

Your super
electrogizzeblinky

And then... Then...

Ooh, I got it.

And why not have a disco ball
in the living room

And new bunk beds built
out of... [Stammers ]

Candy corn.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

And then they can put

Those little white
twinkly lights up

All around the dam

And clean the barnacles off
the bottom of your boat

And drain the pond,

Strip-mine the forest
and make it a landfill site.

[Chortles]

They're just
little girls.

Why don't you
have them

Raise the titanic
while we're at it?

Don't be ridiculous.

They're just little girls.

Dag... Dag, we got to go.

Just turn the camera on...

Are you
exasperated?

Yes-- poofahpuh.

Now just turn the camera on

So I can tell
them what to do.

Hi, sweeties.

We'll be back on sunday so just
bring in the paper and the milk

And water the plants.

Don't eat too many snacks.

And please don't touch
the gizzeblinky.

And... And don't open
the door to strangers

Even if you know them.

Sage advice, dag le mon.

Now set up the tape

While I call the girls
and get our trunk.

And eject.

[Thud]

[Grunting]

Perfect.

[Norbert]
let's go, dag.

Those banjo pickers
wait for no beaver.

Okay, mom, we won't
forget to watch the tape

That norby
and daggy made.

And we'll page you
when we are done.

Good-bye.

[Both giggling]

[Tape squealing]

Paint... The... Plants...

Yellow with purple polka dots...

Sounds okay to me.

But where do we get
the poke-the-dot paint?

Don't you know anyt'ang?

First you paint the polk.

Then you paint the dots.

Oh.

[Crashing]

[Grunts]

[Rhythmic grunting]

[Humming]

[Chelsea]
ha-ha, I did mine
much fasterer.

You need to let your
creative juices flow.

Looks like yours
flowed all over you.

I like helping
norby and daggy.

It's fun.

Right-a-roni,
chelsea-oni.

And put candy corn on...

The disco ball.

Why would they want us
to do that?

I don't know.

Well, if they want
candy corn on the
disco ball

There must be
a good reason.

[Crashing]

That was nuts.

[Chomping]

Chels, stop eating
the candy corn.

We won't have enough
to finish.

[Chomping]

Don't worry.

If we run out,
we can use real corn.

[Choking]

That's silly.

Using real corn would be
too cob-licated.

[Giggles]

This is great.

I sure hope
daggy and norby

Are having
this much fun.

[Bugs buzzing]

[Shrieking]

I hate bugs.

You didn't say
there'd be bugs.

[Norbert]
hmm... Bugs in
a tumblebug pageant?

Who'd have thunk it?

Not me.

Spoot-head.

[Girls humming disco music]

[Both giggle]

Right on.

Can you dig it?

We better get
to the other chores.

Right-- they could
be even more fun.

Ooh... Put the bunk beds...

In the living room.

They're huge.

How are we going
to get them

Into the living room?

Don't worry--
leave it to me.

[Chelsea grunting]

Come on, sissy-poo.

Giddyup,
mighty stallion.

[Chelsea continues grunting]

[Crash]

Uh-oh.

[Whizzing]

[Panting]

[Stacy squealing]

Watch out!

Whoa! Whoa!

[Squealing]

[Ricocheting and crashing]

I think one bed
down here is enough.

Do you think
our brothers will notice

That we busted a few things?

Norby's pretty
observant, you know.

[Man]
yee-ha!

[Sizzling]

[Man]
know something?

You'd make a real purdy hat.

[Yodeling music playing]

And put together...

The super electrogizzeblinky.

[Rewinds]

And put together...

The super electrogizzeblinky.

[Rewinds]

And put together...

The super electrogizzeblinky.

Turn the tv off,
chels.

Daggy's giving me
a headache.

[Shuts tv off]

You are so daggett.

You have to look at
the instructions first.

But we can't read.

[Thud]

I didn't say
"read," silly.
I said "look."

Look, look, look.

I'm looking.

Just like daddy does

When he puts
our christmas toys together.

He stares at
the instructions

Until that vein on
his head sticks out.

Then he throws his stuff
together and grunts

And says "spoot" a lot.

Oh, okay.

[Both straining
to concentrate]

I think I feel
my vein sticking out.

Me, too.

[Grunting and groaning]

[Drilling]

It doesn't look
very much like the picture.

The stuff daddy
puts together
never does either.

Let's turn it on.

I don't know.

I think we should let
norby and daggy do that.

Come on.

It'll be so fun.

[Motor hums]

See? Norby and daggy are going
to be so surprised

When they get home.

Ooh, that feels so good.

How do I look?

Cool.

Yeah, cool.

[Motor roars]

[Stammering]

Not so cool.

[Electricity buzzing]

B-b-b-blinky...

B-b-b-blinky...

B-b-b-blinky...

B-b-b-blinky...

[Crashing]

I don't remember this
ever happening with
our christmas toys.

[Banjo playing]

B-b-b-blinky...

B-b-b-blinky...

B-b-b... [Crash]

[Explosions, crashing]

[Loud buzzing]

[People screaming,
sirens wailing]

Whew! Look at the time.

Better page mom.

Righty-o, stace.

[Brakes screech]

Hey, I'll tell you
something, bubba.

I never want to see
another bug for as
long as I live.

And I never want
to hear banjo...
[Coughs]

Banjo music again.

[Norbert]
oh, no.

[Fiddle playing]
[norbert] what's that music?

[Daggett]
it's a giant metal hillbilly
music-playing guy!

[Super electrogizzeblinky
laughing/ beavers squealing]

[Daggett]
"meanwhile, in the white house

Muscular beaver has a fateful
meeting with the president.

"Guess what, muscular beaver.

I've got a little surprise
for you.

Rip!

[Muscular beaver] you've
helped elect your own worst
enemy leader of the free world!

Baron bad beaver!

That's right.
And there's nothing
you can do about it!

[Laughs evilly]

No! My president is the lord
of all that's ungoodly-ish.

Whoosh!

Truth, justice-- what a laugh!

Everything I believed in
is a lie!

Muscular beaver is
a hero no more.

[Gasps]

Muscular beaver, the world's
greatest superhero--

A hero no more, whoosh?

Choke.

Alas, my course is clear.

[All chatting,
latin rhythm playing]

Hey, everybody, it's
muscular beaver, hooray!

[Spits]
not muscular beaver!

[Laughing]

[Voice]
go home!

[Voice #2]
looking a little
flabby there, eh?

[Muscular beaver]
thank you for that
warm welcome, cit-i-zens.

I have some very important
news for you all.

[All grumbling]

[Bug]
and what is your important news,
oh, mighty muscular beaver?

As of today, muscular beaver,

The world's greatest superhero,
whoosh...

[Voice]
get out of here.

Is a hero no more?

[Coughing]

[Pops]

[All cheering, music playing]

No, muscular beaver,
you can't!

You can't!

I won't let you!

Alas, I must.

Now let go.

Let go!

[Grunting]

Yet although I'm retiring

There is no reason my arsenal
of goodiness should go to waste.

[Nasal grunting]

Tree blower, I want you
to keep fighting evil

With my cloak of
limited visibility.

[Nasal grunting]

[Music still playing]

Muskrat, stop
your revelry

And receive my mighty

Gauntlets of grippyness!

[Grunts]

Heads up!

[Laughing]

Sorry, muskrat

Truckie gets the gloves.

But you can have my sweaty
shirt of steel!

Hurry!

These utility shorts

Will help you continue
my battle against evil.

[Voice]
he'll stretch them out!

Yippee! Give it
all away.

I don't want to see
that costume ever again.

I can't give you
my mask.

Good, 'cause I
don't want it.

I can never reveal my
super-secret identity

Because my punny brother might
be threatened

By the evil baron bad beaver.

[Groans]

[Laughing]

Now that you're retiring

I'll never have
to put on

That baron stupid
beaver suit again.

Ha!

Alas!

This is no time
for levity.

I must retreat to my
secret lair... To brood.

[Sweaty shirt splats]

[Daggett buzzing]

I suppose you
want to know

What's going on,
cit-i-zen.

Nope, just came to get
some more party favors.

Mighty muscular
beaver lies

In his sock drawer
of solitude

In a state of stupended
animation...

I said I didn't care.

Frozen in time while the world
waits for him to awaken

And make baron bad beaver pay
for his crimes.

Don't care.

And I am most potent bug.

Actually, it's me,
bing.

And most potent bug hopes to be

Muscular beaver's
trusty sidekick

And I will help to defeat
baron bad beaver

Who am now the president
of the american...

Baron bad beaver
isn't a president.

He's a character
in a comic book.

He's not real.

[Buzzing emphatically]

You seem to know an awful
lot about the baron

For someone who claims
that he doesn't exist.

Hey, do me a favor

And stay frozen for
the rest of your life.

Your pleas are useless.

Don't ask me
to be a hero.

I'm not.

[Buzzing]

[Bug]
skeek!

Who's poking fun?

[Buzzing snore]

[Loud boom]

[Cries out]

What? What? Oh?

Oh, I'm still in
the sock drawer of solitude.

Must go toi-toi.

[Buzzing]

[Loud boom]

[Buzzing]

[Crash]

Is important not to let

Laser teeth of justice
rot while frozen.

[Buzzing]

Odd.

Norb's usually more fussy
with his hair-care products.

[Norbert's voice]
stand clear of the doors,
please.

Stand clear of the doors.

[Gasps]

Hey! Wait a second!

[Grunts]

Norb, what's going on in here?

What's that weird costume
you're wearing?

[Nervously]
uh, I can explain.

I... I...
Oh, forget it.

I'm glad you caught me.

I'm exalting in my true self--

Baron bad beaver!

You hated
dressing up as
baron bad beaver.

No, no!

Dressing up as the baron

Allows me to express
my naughtiness

That otherwise wouldn't be
socially acceptable.

Plus, I get to wear
my underwear

On the outer side.
[Cheers]

Uh... Gee
I don't know what to say.

And there's nothing you can do
to stop me, muscular beaver.

[Cries out]

No!

Oh, yes!

[Laughing]

Gasp!
Baron bad beaver!

Muscular beaver needs my help.

I must do what any faithful
sidekick would do

When his superhero is
in mortal danger--

Escape!

[Norbert] I've got you
just where I want you,
muscle-brained beaver--

Over a giant bowl of cereal
and milk!

I'm going to snap, crunkle
and plop you to death!

[Laughing evilly]

The perfect way to start
an evil day!

You won't get away
with this... I think.

The spoot I won't!

And to rub it in

I'll play some
spooky bad-guy music

While you descend
to your breakfasty doom.

[Playing eerie tune]

[Panting in fear]

[Buzzing]

[Panting]

Alas, I finally understand

That with my great powers comes
great responsibility, whoosh!

Of course, in about 20 seconds

I'll be snorting milk
up my nose.

So who cares?

Pst! Pst!

Muscular beaver, it is i,
most potent bug.

Oh, bing, go away.

Here's your arsenal
of mighty goodiness.

Wait! Forget I said that,
potent... Thing.

Quickly!

Press that button
and free me

From this lethal bath
of lactose and fiber.

Right.

[Alarm ringing]

Oh, sorry,
wrong button,
wasn't it?

Your friends not take
too good care of your
potent weapons.

I found most of them
in a dumpster outside.

Alas! Muscular beaver is...

Oh.

Muscular beaver is
a beaver no more!

No more, whoosh!

Sorry about
the boots.

I had them bronzed.

I swear upon all that

Which is filled with holes

That you will pay for your
evil crimes, whoosh!

[Crash]

You?!

But my plan was... Perfect.

Not perfect enough, baron.
[Laughing]

Curse these metal boots.

Getting dizzy.

Can't stand up.

[Laughing]

My whirling dervish
of doomitude has
weakened you.

Soon I shall be
victorious

In yet another
super battle

To end all
super battles.

Try some of my noogies...

[Groaning]

Can't... Take... Much...
More... Of... This, whoosh.

You should have stayed retired.

Legoff knockoff!

I summon you from beyond,
ancient guardian

Of the rapacious rope burns!

[Teeth chattering]

[Screaming]

Your strength is too much!

Your insanity makes you
too strong!

[Bug]
hi, guys. Can I be
the winner's sidekick?

I'm fast and strong.
And people fear me.
What do you think?

[Whistles]

Um... Why are you guys
looking at me like that?

[Gasps]

[Octopus roaring]

[Ceiling door closes]

Then now to finish
you off--

The wedgie of youch!

Youch!

Okay, this isn't
fun anymore.

The heck it's not!

Yarg! The pain!

Golly, gee willikers,

It seems that I've
conquered muscular...
Beaver.

Now I'll take
some pictures
of your real face

For the newspapers.

Not so fast, baron.

I was only pretending
to be unconscious

To lull you into
a false sense of,
uh, safetiness.

Youch!

Oh, the failed forces of
fate which have finagled me

Into fatally fighting
my fraternal foe...

I... Am defeated!

[Loud rumbling, crashing]

Such is the way of things

When criminals dare
to challenge

Muscular beaver--
world's greatest
superhero, whoosh!

Youch!

Stop that!
I'm defeated already!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought you were still
pretending to be the baron
and all.

I am!

Youch!

[Both screaming]

[Theme music playing]

[Music ends]