04x09 - Specs Appeal/Things That Go Hook in the Night

[bunniefuu]

( lively dance music playing )

♪ A-a-a-angry Beavers ♪

♪ Beavers. ♪

♪ Do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-do, do, do-do... ♪

♪ Dum, do-do-do... ♪

Ah! Let's see how
my financial investment

is doing today.

Bueno...
mas dinero, por favor.

( laughing )

Whee! Whee! Si, si, si,
oui, oui.

El grabadora, there's mucho
moremas dinerios

where that came from.

Bono!

Holy frijoles.

Super invisible x-ray specs--
the Mark Five model.

That's a whole number higher
than the Mark Four model.

Gotta have 'em.

Daggett:
One for me.

Toy wrestler:
Mas dinero, por favor...

Mmm... hate
to touch my investments.

Daggett:
Uno...

Vino...

Uno...

So I'll just touch Dag's.

( gasps )

No, Dag, you can't.

Can't what?

You can't go in
halvesies with me

on a pair of super
invisible x-ray specs.

They're too cool for you.

( blubbering )

Uh-huh.

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait a minuto.

You're saying that I, moi--
Daggie Beaver--

am not cool enough
to go in halvesies

on a pair of super invisible
x-ray specs?!

In a word... yes.

Oh.
But maybe I could be
persuaded to think otherwise.

Mmm...

Somebody just got
a little, teensy bit cooler.

Ooh! Cool!

Ooh-Whoo!

Did I just feel
a chill?

Ha-ha!

Hey!

Here, Mr. Cool.

Let me help you.

Ooh, I'm cool.

I'm cool. I'm cool.

Ay-ay-ay-dee!

I am cool.

We're going halvesies!

See? That wasn't so hard,
was it?

You have no idea
how easy.

♪ We're going halvesies
'cause I'm so cool ♪

♪ We're going halvesies
'cause I'm so cool. ♪

( laughing wildly )

Oh, look... no more room.

( cash register rings )

This will be a great place
to store the x-ray specs

when I'm not using them.

Yeah, and when I'm
not using them.

Which will be
all the time.

Hey! let's test
the security system.

( siren hooting )

( gasping )

( squeals )

Perfect.

( gasps )

Oh, Norby...

Uh, do you think I could know
the security code, too?

Ooh, oh... mmm.

Not a good idea, Dag.

No?

Ooh... I mean, if we
both knew it

Now, that wouldn't be
very secure, would it?

Right.

( laughing )

This is so cool.

It's coolisimo,
Frere Dagga!

Those specs will be a delightful
addition to my modern lifestyle.

Pardon me while I fantasize...

( guests applauding )

Whassup, daddy-os
and daddyettes?

( eerie tone )

Good grief! A giant meteor.

Everyone get out of here
as fast as you can.

( guests screaming )

( cheering )

( laughing )

All in a day's work.

A-all in a day's work....

Ooh! Cereal.

Uh... apparently, some
settling of contents

has occurred
during shipping.

( package slides out of tube )

Mine!
Mine!

( both muttering )

Hold it!

We've got to get some
ground rules for sharing.

I get them first.

Fair enough, but let's
figure out the rest

of the sheddyule.

Uh, shedule.

Let me see...

I get them on any day
that starts

with an "m," "t," "w," f..."
Uh-huh...
uh-huh...

What about "v"?
...or "s."

Mmm... and you get them all
the rest of the days, agreed?

Agreed... hey!

Wait a minute.

What if my birthday falls
on one of those "f" days?

Dag, what are ya--

some kind of a hoggy beaver?

Uh...
You wouldn't need them
on your birthday

'cause you'll be
getting other presents.

Uh... oh... oh...
Oh! Oh!

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

That was shellfish
of me.

All is forgiven.

Thank you.

Now...
Yeah?

Let us see
what the tube sucked in.

Ooh!

Mmm, tum, tum,
tum, tum...

Loop-te-doo-doo...

Bum-bum,
bum, bum, bum...
Da-da, da-da-da...

( both muttering )

Just rip this smooty
thing open!

Dag! Don't!

Daggett:
Don't what?

Norbert:
Never mind.

I'll handle it from here,
peckin' peanut head.

Halvesies,
remember?

You did the opening,
so I'll do the finding.

So start finding,
beaver boy.

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey!

What is it, Norb?

Did you find 'em?
Did you find 'em?

Did-id-id-id-id ya?
Huh?

Mmm...

Indeed I did,
Dag-a-didny.

Here ya go,
halvesie, bro.

Halve at 'em!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

Give me, give me,
give me!

Huh?!

Norb! It's empty!

It's not empty.

I can see them.

Of course, they're
only invisible
to the uncool.

Oh... oh-oh-oh-oh,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now I can see them
'cause I'm cool.

Ooh!

Even though I'm inside

I can see trees...

Oh! Oh! And the pond...

Oh! and the moun-tains.

Hey, dufus.

You're looking out
a window.

Wow! With these super
invisible x-ray specs

I can even see
through windows.

Okay, Dag.

You enjoy them while I do...

Uh, something else.

Cool, cool.
Hey, hey, Norb, Norb

There's a Rembrandt painting
under the couch.

Ooh!

Big storm blowing in
from the west, baby.

Ew!

Oh...

( spluttering )

Norby, you've got
an ookie-looking cavity

in your right lateral
bicuspid.

You should floss
more often.

I'll get right on that,
buddy boy.

Cool!

Look at that!

Ooh, ooh, look
at that! Cool!

Look at that!
Ooh! Look at that!

Oh, oh, hey!

Neat! Look at that!

Oh, I should really
feel bad about this...

But I don't!

Whoa!

Hand bones! Too cool!

Hey-hey! Time to see how small
Dag's brain really is!

( chuckling )

Norb?
Y-yeah?

What are you doing
sitting inside the closet

wearing those
goofy glasses?

How... how did...
You could see me?!

Super invisible!

♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! ♪

X-ray specs... of course.

Earth to Daggett--

You're not wearing
any glasses.

I made all that junk up

so you, King Gullible
the First

Wouldn't get these,
the real x-ray specs.

No-ho! They're mine!

See?! Huh?!

Hand bones!

I can see
through anything!

Like the television.
It's full of...

Hand bones...

Okay! A quick glance
at our goldfish reveals...

Hand bones...

Hey... what the...?!

( tires squeal )

These stupid things
have hand bones drawn on them!

What a humongoid gyp.

Oh, yes... the inferior
Mark Four model.

Just wait till you see
the Mark Fives.

Ay! Chihuahua!

These things work!

Yeah.

( fly buzzing )

They really work!

Well, of course
they really work.

What do you think
I am-- stupid?

Well, yeah.
Gimme.

Mine.
Mine!

( both yelling and muttering )

Give... me those glasses.

I don't have those glasses.

You do.

No, I don't. You do.

You lost the super invisible
You lost the super invisible

x-ray specs!
x-ray specs!

No, I didn't!
You did!
No, I didn't! You did!

Well, get off of me
so I can find them.

Dag, don't move!

The fragile spectacles
are in here somewhere.

All we have to do is
look around very carefully

which means don't...
do... anything.

No, Dag!

Okay, okay!

I'm not moving.
See me not moving?

Easy... gently...

Must be careful.

Hey, Norby,

I'll just use these x-ray specs
to find the other ones.

( sighs )

( clattering )

There they are!

Daggett:
Where are they?

( panting )

What was that?

Whoo!
( glass breaking )

Daggett:
Whoops.

Norbert:
No!

( insects trilling )

( g*nshots in distance )

Woo! Everything's so natural
out here in norture, Naybert.

Nothing like roughing it,
Daggy Crockett.

( g*nshots )

( hissing )

( g*nsh*t )

Cappuccino?

Grazi.

( g*nsh*t )

Yes, sir,
nothing like roughing it.

( two g*nshots )

( g*nsh*t )

( screeches )

( owl hooting )

( gasps )

Gee, you're not scared
are you, Dag?

No-no-no-no-no!

But how much darker

does it get?

( shrieking )

( low growling )

( both gasp )

( growling )

( whimpering )

( gasps )

( gasps )

( hissing )

Aha, you are scared!

And you haven't even
heard the scary story

about the scary mean guy
with the hook yet.

Not so long ago
on a scary night
like this

a crazed maniac went

on a rampage of terror

with his big sharp hook.

A hook.
A hook?

A hook?
A hook.

Yes, a hook!

How sharp is this hook?

Razor sharp?

This tent probably wouldn't be
much protection

against a razor-sharp hook.

Precisely. It could
rip it asunder.

And, and, there's a really
scary part here that I was

just going to tell you.

I wonder what
it feels like

to be hooked
by a giant hook.

Oh, terrible.

Like in the neck.
No!

or the nose

or the arm pit.

Yee-oww!

Will you just let me
tell the story?

( branch crashes )

( gasps )

They must make sharp hooks
and sharp knives

out of the same sharp stuff,
huh?

Sorry I told you
that scary story, Dag.

You're obviously
way too scared
to keep camping out.

We'll just go back
to the dam.

( shrieks )

Hey, Norby

you think
the hook maniac guy has

razor-sharp hook feet, huh?

That would be gross.

How would you clean
between your toes?

You'd probably cut
your fingers.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Or what if he had it
on his tongue?!

Ooh, and tried
to hook you like this?

Oh, cut it out!

( plane engine roaring )

Ooh! Ow!

What's that?

( shrieks )

I'll bet it's
a bloodsucking bat

with a, with a,
with a chainsaw!

No, no. Not a chainsaw.

An electric hook sharpener.

( laughs maniacally )

Sharpening
that crazy hook guy's hook!

Arr! Arr!

Hey, hey!

Come out. Mr. Bat.

Show me the hook, baby.

Show me the sharpness.

Dag? Dag, come back.
Dag!

Stop! There is no hook!

( teeth chattering )

( echoing ):
... hook ... hook ... hook.

( mumbling incoherently )

Come on, baby. Bring it on!

You feeling froggy?
Let's go, Mr. Bat.

( grunts )

Hey, where is it?

Where's the hook?

( whimpers )

The hook!

You, you saw the hook?

( breaks wind )

Ooh! Ah! Ee!

Stay... away!

Stay behind me.
I'll take the hook for you.

( whimpers )

( rambling incoherently )

What? What?
What is it, Norby?

What is it Norby?

Is the hook behind me?

( screams )

Dag, Dag!
What, what, what?

There's no hook
in here.
Huh?

It's just a spider.

A dirty, filthy, creepy, crawly

icky, wicky, nasty,
wasty spider.

Don't worry, Norb.

The hook will get him.

( laughing nervously )

Looks like
a little ol' false alarm

but I think it's better
to be safe than sorry.

Who knows what's out there?

Let's just grab our stuff
and go inside.

( wolf howling )

Besides, it sounds
like the wind's

really whipping up out there.

I mean, it could be...

a twister.

Better take shelter

in the southwest corner
of the dam. Come on.

( gravely voice ):
Oh, oh, that's no twister.

That's a flying hook

flying through the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ooh! Ooh! Eee!

That's just nonsense.

No, it's not.
No, it's not.

Don't believe him.
Don't believe him.

I don't. I don't.

I hope he'll eat our dehydrated
camping food and not us.

Daggett:
Don't hook us.
Just hook our food.

Well, you can hook Norb

but don't make the pineapple
expand and poke our tent.

( gasps )

What's that?

Oh, I think you know.

( sobbing )

Abandon tent! Abandon tent!

( grunting )

( loud growling )

( grunting )

( gasping )

Unabandon tent! Unabandon tent!

( yells )

( gasping )

Doing a little research.

Does this look
sharp enough?

No, no, no.

Not sharp.
not sharp at all.

Admit it!

You're too scared
to stay out here.

I'm completely scared
out of my wits,
but this hook...

Not sharp enough.
Not sharp enough.

Try it on him. You'll see.

You'll see.

Give me that.

We're getting
out of here.

Are you sure

a big sharp hook couldn't
puncture these antihook suits?

( laughs )

Your silly suits won't stop
even a little baby hook.

Be quiet, you.

You may stop him,
but you can't stop us all.

Or maybe you can.

( calling )

Dag...

( bird calling )

( shrieks )

Let's get this one first.

( shrieking )

( loud crashing )

( both shriek )

The tent's come unhooked!

Keep running.

We'll ride this puppy
to the dam.

Did you leave the
front door open

silly beaver?

No.

Did you?

No.

( laughing maniacally )

Both:
The hook guy's in the house!

( both screaming )

Sing with us, silly beavers.

Sing the happy hook song.

♪ We are the hooks,
the hooks, the hooks ♪

♪ The hooks, the hooks,
the hooks ♪

Come on. Sing with me.

Sing, beaver, sing.

♪ We're pointy, pointy hooks ♪

♪ Sharpy, sharpy, sharpy,
we'll hook you in the eye. ♪

Norbert:
Enough with the hooks
already.

( both yelling )

( loud crash )

( both gasping )

He's got us!

C-come on, Hooky.

I mean, Daggy.

It's run or be Dagged.

I mean, hooked.

I like that.

Dag, Dag...

( both laughing crazily )

It's, it's a tree!

A tree.

We, we thought a tree was
a hook guy!

( both laughing )

Pretty dopey.

Yeah, pretty dopey.

Listen, I was almost
as dopey as you.

That's not...
I can't even imagine it.

Completely unimaginable.

Beyond scope.

( Daggett laughing )

I'm still curious
about this hook thing.

I mean, what's
it made out of, titanium?

'Cause titanium
lasts longer.

Yeah, you can even hit
a golf ball with that hook.

You'd never have
to buy a set of clubs.

Course, I knew all along
there was no hook guy.

Yeah, so did I.

Let's call it
like it is.

Yeah, let's call it... duh.

Yeah, me, too.
and me.

( scream )