03x04 - Muscular Beaver 3/Sang'em High

[bunniefuu]

[ Lively dance music playing]

♪ A-a-a-angry beavers

♪ Beavers.

[ Wind howling]

[ Birds screeching]

Daggett: ♪ ba-dum!

♪ Ba-dum, bum-bum

♪ Bum-ba-dum, baa...

[ Cow moos]

♪ Beep, beep, beep, beepity, beep ♪

Our hero steers

His rocket sled a-rightiness.

[ Screams]

[ Screams again]

What? An unexpected development.

[ Screaming...]

Ooh! Help...

Rolling.

Ouch!

Stop!

Aha.

Nothing can stop the world's greatest superhero!

Muscular beaver whoosh!

Muscular beaver whoosh?

Saved at the last second.

Are you okay?

What? Yes.

Kazowie!

Hmm...

Looking at your costume

You must be...

A superhero just like muscular beaver whoosh.

Dag, it's me

[ Groans]

Treeflower, remember?

Shh, shh, shh!

Sheesh, sheesh!

A superhero must never reveal

His and, slash, or her secret identity.

[ Softly] for example, I would never tell anyone

[ Yells] I'm dag!

[ Echoing]: I'm dag! I'm dag!...

You will be my new sidekick.

Uh, uh, uh... Good, good, goody

Goody good gal!

Muscular beaver whoo...

[ Chain saw buzzing...]

Ah, ee.

Nothing shows your affection more

Than carving your true love's likeness

In a big hunk of ice!

Kiss me, treeflower.

Mmm...

[ Grunting, banging]

Treeflower: ♪ deet, dee-da leet-deet

Daggett: ♪ bum-ba-da, bum bum...

♪ Deet, dee-da leet-deet ♪

[ Coughing]

Come on, muscular beaver!

Let's check in

At secret headquarters

Before you catch a cold.

A cold?!

Do you not recognize...

[ Sniffles loudly]

The supersonic sneeze of smarten?

Ahh, ahh, ahh...

[ Sneezes]

Treeflower and my brother together?!

What could she possibly see in him?

Especially since he's wearing that goofy costume!

Say...

Feel better?

Step aside, muscular beenia weenia!

Gadzooks!

While I enchant your lovely lady friend

With a real superbeaver costume

Because the ladies

Always dig the bad beaver.

Zykes!

Uh, norb, what are you doing?

I'm baron once bad, then good... Yay!

Now bad-again beaver

In a beguiling superhero ensemble

That's form-fitting, yet winsome...

Bold, yet frisky...

Stain resistant

[ Glass shatters]

Yet irresistibly fun.

[ Retching]

Careful!

Goody good gal?

You must resist

His c-c-c...

Come-hither animal magnetize-'em.

[ Daggett sneezes]

Hone your superhero skills

My learned student by defeating him with...

[ Shouts]

The death ray

Of "ouch, my face!"

Fire away.

Okay, muscular beaver.

Ouch!

My face.

Yes, yes, your face!

It is!

And don't try that again...

[ Thumps]

Or I shall teach you the real meaning of defeatiness.

Whoosh!

[ Coughing...]

Oh, norb, I'm so sorry.

What were you thinking?

I was just playing along

Trying to make sure your brother

Didn't hurt himself out in the woods.

[ Vomiting]

What were youthinking?

I, i, I was, I was just playing...

[ Vomiting]

I was playing along, too.

Really?

Then we can help him together.

Please, norb, do it for me.

I, uh, i...

I like the way you...

[ Bang]

Darkness.

Hurry, muscular beaver.

Baron once-bad, then-good, now bad-again-beaver is

Up to no good again.

Please, oh, please, hurry

And defeat me.

Zorkes, sniffle!

The baron is rubbing his hands together

In a most devious way, sniffle, sniffle.

Okay, sidekick, restrain

That dastardly dialabolical, sinister...

[ Sneezes]

...with my powerful power shield of... Power.

Toss!

Wing, wing, wing...

[ Coughs]

Wing, wing.

[ Grunts]

Ow, I'm defeated.

Now... Finish him off, oh, mighty sidekick.

[ Gagging]

[ Grunts]

[ Vomiting]

Uh, well, okay.

But how does it work?

Like this:

[ Mimics electronic warbling]

[ Mimics warbling softly]

[ Gasping]

[ Fake wailing]

More power!

More [ warbling].

Even more power!

Even more [ soft warbling...]

[ Snort]

I didn't [ snort].

Sidekicks don't ad lib!

Sorry.

Eee...

[ Blubbers]

You made me... Dead.

Aha!

You learn fast goody

[ Mimics trumpet flourish]

Goody good gal.

[ Thumps]

Now, they can feel the blinking lights of shame!

Am I defeated yet?

No! Baron was bad, then

Et cetera, et cetera.

[ Coughs, blows]

[ Gags]

There's still

My hammering hanky

Of hurtiness.

Uh, uh, uh...

[ Snorts]

[ Laughs]

[ Glass shatters]

Up this side!

What is this?

[ Mimics trumpet flourish]

Goody good gal!

Come on, muscular beaver.

You're supposed to defeat the baron, not k*ll him.

Uh, gab hip hoggy.

Schmile upon ha, yeah...

Mlim, mleah.

Uh, yes. Uh, yes!

But i, but I need my hammer, uh, hanky of hurtiness lest

My mighty mucus of much b*ating-you-ness backs up

Into my brain and...

[ Coughing]

And makes me mad!

It's happening already.

[ Coughs]

I can even fly backwards!

Hsoohw...

[ Gagging]

That's whoosh backwards.

[ Grunts]

[ Choking]

[ Shouting]

[ Laughs]

[ Shouts]: no!

[ Gasps]

[ Shivers]

Oh!

[ Ice cracking...]

[ Both shout]

[ Both coughing, hacking...]

[ Gagging...]

Finally, they're both safe.

Now I can go back to what I was doing before...

Going on patrol.

[ Scream]

[ expl*si*n]

[ expl*si*n]

[ Revving up]

[ Beeping...]

[ Whirring, humming...]

[ Bubbling]

[ Cracking knuckles]

[ Motor chugging in idle...]

[ Motor revving up]

Norbert: are not!

Daggett: are too!

Dag, do you even know

What we're arguing about anymore?

Me, neither.are too.

But that's okay...are too.

What?are too.

Are not.

...because I'm going to win this argument.

Are too.

Wait!

You're not going to win.

[ Chuckles]

Are not!

Exactly!

Dag-a-ding-a-ling- a-diddle-dupe!

That's what I've been saying all along!

Are not!

Game, set...

Match! My cuckoo-cat brother.

Face it...[ Grunts in frustration]

I just speak gooder than you!

No, you doesn't!

[ Laughing haughtily]

[ Gagging cough]

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid brother!

Wish I could tell himoff for a change!

[ Whooshing, splash]

[ Motor whizzing by]

Hmm...

[ Garbled]: hey! Hey

You're that strangely shaped

Magical, mystical woman from the bowling lanes

The lady of the la-la-la...

La-la-la-la... Pond.

"Magical mystical"?

Doesn't ring a bell.

But let's go with it.

So you got a wish.

Wow! How do you know that?

Well, you done said I was

Magical mystical, right?

Oh, yeah.

Okay. First, I wish...

Go no further, little beaver.

I didn't go anywhere.

With my magical, mystical powers

I can help you so's

You can tell your brother off! [ Coughs]

Wow, mrs. Doc holliday

You're good.

Good as pork chop biscuits, hon!

Just remember these magical, mystical words of portent:

"The argument's not over

Till the fat beaver sings"-- got that, hon?

Yeah, "fat beaver sings."

Got it. Bye! [ Coughs]

Nice cough.

Oh, nothing like some homemade gummy trees.

[ Gobbling loudly]

Hey, norb!yes, dag.

There's nothing you can say, stinky loser

'Cause a fat beaver's going to sing.

Dag!

Oh, whoo, daggy-dogga-dooga-dig-dow...

Huh?

Now, much as I'd like to engage you

In another ferocious battle of my wits...

Huh, huh?!

...you're just no challenge

Mr. "What's-this-on-my-neck?

Oh, it's my head, I should use that brain thingy sometime"

Stupy-poopy pants guy!

Oh, you...

You, you...

You, you...come, come on...

Come on, yeah, yeah, come on!

[ Rumbling, grunts]

[ Skin stretching]

[ Music starts up]

[ Like a lounge singer]: ♪ it looks like another dispute ♪

♪ That's because my brother's a spoot ♪

♪ He thinks he's so cool, but ♪

♪ He is such a fool

[ Belly sloshing in sync]

♪ Hey, bigga-big-a-doo, big spoot! ♪

[ Music stops]

Whoa... Now, if I didn't know better

I'd say my little brother

Just swelled up into a great

Big, blubbery ball of beaver;

Then sang a song

With somebody else's voice, and...

Left me totally speechless!

Ha-ha!

Victory!

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

I win

I win!

[ Laughs gleefully]

Nah, that can't be.

My brother could never

Get the last word in on me.

What?

He's a moron.

What'd you call me?

Moron.a moron?

You called me a moron, didn't you?

You called me a moron, I heard it.

You shouldn't call me names, norb.

Moron. What you going to do about it?

You called me names, norb.

Yeah, so?

I might get angry.

[ Rumbling, skin stretching]

[ Like a country singer]: ♪ you call me names

♪ And I'll call you more names back ♪

♪ You say I'm a moron

♪ Well, you're a big old thingy ♪

♪ And a total jerk

♪ Who's really stupid

♪ A major piece of work

♪ Mr. Nincompoop head

♪ You call me names

♪ And I call you more names back... ♪

♪ Lunkhead

♪ Lumber breath

♪ Poopy pants!

♪ You're a total goober ♪

♪ And that's that!

[ Music stops, deflating squeal]

Mmm...

Sounds pretty quiet

Like some stupy-poopy brother has nadato say.

What's that, daggett?

[ Loudly]: what? Huh?

I can't hear you

Or your hideous songstering.

Now try and get the last word in

You imbecile!

Hey, hey, no fair!

I can see your lips moving

But I can't hear you. What?

I was going, I was going to sing!

[ Huffing angrily]

Oh, you stupy-poopy beaver.

[ Rumbling]

[ Yawning][ loud popping]

[ Like a bossa nova singer]: ♪ I am no stupy-poopy beaver

♪ I will show you, my brother

♪ You will be the receiver ♪

♪ Of one good dam, dam

♪ Dam, dam after another

♪ I am no stupy-poopy beaver

♪ Of good dam, dam, dam, dam ♪

♪ After another.

[ Hitting very high notes]

[ Reverberating shrilly]: ♪ yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah!

Ha-ha!

Victory is mine again!

Ha! What you got to say for yourself now, big brother?

Well, dag, uh...

Yes?

I hate to admit this...

Admit away.

...but that song was really kind of... Good?

Good?

Yeah!

Come on, come on!

I want to hear it again!

No!

I can only sing when I'm angry. Ha!

Simple enough.

You little

Boil-faced, poopy-brained

Spooty-pantsed

Numb-nuttered, little puddy mo-mo

Neander-spooty, essence of spoot...

[ Shrieking]: no, no, no!

Spoot to end all spoot...

[ Bellows]: spoot-head!

[ Yodeling wailing]

[ Like bossa nova singer]: ♪ I am no stupy-poopy beaver

♪ That's worth repeating

♪ Norb is the stupy-poopy beaver ♪

♪ Or your words, words, words, words, words, words ♪

♪ You'll soon be eating.

[ Shrilly, loudly]: yeah!

This is a great song!

[ Loud burst]

[ Stammering]

Yeah? Well, that's the last time

You're going to hear it.

[ Opening door]

[ Loud crashing]

[ Gurgling]

[ Loud thud]

This song is so good

I'm going to record it

And make millions!

Wait, wait a sec, dag--

Having trouble picking you up.

[ Yelling in panic]

[ Panting...]

[ Yelps]

[ Coughing]

[ Gagging]

[ Spits]

Get back in there!

Hon, I'm beginning to believe

I'm not supposed to be a little water nymph.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.

My brother likes my singing.

Well, largemouth bass on a stick!

Huh?

Just goes to show you

No one ever wins an argument

Between a man and a woman.

He's my brother!

Either way, it's not who gets the last word

But who gets the first hug

So just sing from your heart

And let your brother see

The love inside of you.

[ Gagging]

Uh, did you say "love" or "lung"?

Pardonez moi. [ Coughs]

So you're at the bottom of this.

Lay into him, little beaver!

You got the spunk!

[ Clears throat loudly]

[ Warming up]: ♪ mi, mi, mi, mi, mi...

[ Gurgling cries]

[ Off-key]: ♪ I'm no stupy-poopy beaver!

♪ I'll show you, my brother! ♪[ Horrific feedback]

[ Grunts]

♪ You will be the receiver ♪

♪ Of one big put-down

♪ Down, down, down, down, down ♪

♪ After... Another!

[ Shrill whistling]

Make it stop!

[ Hitting high note]

Hug?

Are you insane?

What did that crazy bowling lady do to you?

Wh-wh-wha, what?!

You didn't like my heartfelt singing?

[ Groans] I wish you'd never sing again!

Lady: did someone say "wish"?

[ Thud]

Okay, let's send

The lady of the pond back now.

Wait a minute.

I remember who I am.

Yeah, you're a largemouth bass and you're over our limit.

Whoa!

I can see my boat from here!

[ Distant splash]

Well, at least she won't make you sing anymore.

Right, dag? [ Grunts]

Dag?

That doesn't look like singing.

It looks like...

Modern dance!

We've been cursed!

[ Moaning]

[ Squealing gleefully]

I'm finally able to express

My true inner self, using only the simple dignity of movement!

[ Laughing madly]

[ Grunts]

[ Dissonant music playing]

[ Coughing]

[ Retching]

Lady: oh, geez.

And nickelodeon]