Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

- [theme music plays]

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♪ Angry Beavers

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♪ Beavers

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- [honk]

- [snoring]

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- [mumbles]

[yawns]

[mumbles]

- DAGGETT: [snores]

- [clank]

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- Hey, Norbie, you awake?

- [horn] - [yells]

Dag, it's... - [bell rings]

- Eeeeee! It's Bing, Norbie!

Run for our lives!

- Hiya, beaver buds! Short time, no see!

- [groans]

What are you doing here?

I thought we put you on a slow boat to Switzerland yesterday.

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- [thud]

- [boat horn blasts]

- MAN: Mexico!

- You did. What do you say?

Up for some cooly cool clogging?

- No. - Huh?

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques ♪

♪ Frère Jacques, yo-da-lay-hoo, Yo-da-lay-hoo ♪

Okay, if you're not up for clogging,

we can do something else.

I know a million cool, super fun things we can do.

We could reorganize my used skin collection.

Then, after a light high-carbo brunch,

we could do a little hang gliding.

- You know, I hear Tibet is lovely this time of year.

- I get nosebleeds really easily,

so we can't go very high, okay?

Oh, and then--this is a real coolly cool part--

we could play charades, which is, like,

one of my most favorite games ever.

I usually have to play by myself, which isn't very fun,

but playing with you guys would be really fun.

Here we go. I'm thinking of a famous movie musical.

Four words. First word sounds like "the."

- DAGGETT: Eh. - BING: Wait a minute.

It isn't the word "the." Okay, let me start over.

- [squash]

- BING: Scary monster movie title, ten words.

No, wait a minute, that's eight words.

I think it's seven words.

- [whoosh]

- BOTH: We're free!

- Free at last! - Free, I tell you!

- [cheering]

- Free.

- I'll tell ya, we won't be seeing

that doofy little lizardy dumb guy for awhile.

- [laughter]

- [creaking]

- BILL ON TV: Greetings, bienvenidos, willkommen,

konichiwa, and hidey-ho, dysfunctional friends,

and welcome to "Licking Your Problems" with Bill Licking.

Today, I'm coming to you live from the home

of international bestselling author

of "Nice and Lonely-- Learning to Live with Friends

Who Always Ditch You," Mr. Bung!

- That's Bing, Bill. - BOTH: Bing, Bill?!

- Bing, your book has touched the hearts

of millions worldwide. How do you explain its success?

- I write what I know, Bill.

- You mean to say that you have friends who always ditch you?

- AUDIENCE: Aww!

- I don't want to name any of my friends' names.

Hey, Norb! Hey, Daggett!

- [boing]

- Let's just say that there's a couple of guys

out there who don't seem to like having me around.

- AUDIENCE: Aww! - MAN: That's not nice.

- Well, from the size of this crowd,

I'd say everybody else wants Bing around.

- AUDIENCE: [cheering]

- This is kinda cool. I look pretty good in it.

Did this used to be a pet? - Give me that!

Oh, we're back. Well, I know one thing for sure.

Bill Licking will never ditch you, Boing.

- Uh, that's Bing, but thanks a bunch, Bert.

- It's Bill, not Bert, Bong. - You mean Bing, Bob.

- Forget it.

- Bing...the latest thing? - Pretty cool.

- How could you let this happen?

Everybody is on the Bing wagon but us.

We're the only people in the whole world

who don't want Bingy around-y.

- BING: Yeah, that's right. - BOTH: Bingy!

- Except for the people in Cuba. on account they have some

weirdo embargo thingy, so they can't buy my book.

It's me, Bing, by the way.

- What are you doing here, Bing, by the way?

- Now that everybody wants to be around me,

the only place I can be alone is here

as you guys don't want to be around me. Pretty ironic, huh?

- Who are you calling ironic?

- Now, Bing-- - Huh?

- What would ever make you think

we wouldn't want to be around you?

- Because you guys are always trying to ditch me?

- Yeah, so?

- Oopf!

- Hey, what he means is, you're our most favoritist--

- No, I don't. - Yes, you do.

-- fame-e-ous buddy, Bing. - Hey, how about that, Bing?

- Oh, we would never try to ditch you.

- Yes, we would. - As far as you know.

- [whistle]

- Uh, what about the time you took me whitewater kayaking?

- [folksy guitar music plays]

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- [whistle]

- Or the time we went bungee jumping?

- [folksy guitar music plays]

- Whee!

- [boing] - Huh?

[screams]

- [crash]

- BING: Or the time we played hide-and-seek?

, , , , , .

- [giggling]

- BING: , , , .

Ready or not, here I--

- [blast]

- [wind blowing]

- Ha ha, Bing, ha, ho, I know it might seem like

we've treated you pretty bad in the past,

but I want you to know from the bottom of my heart...

it was all Dag's idea! I had nothing to do with it!

'Cause from now on, I'm gonna be the biggest,

bestiest buddy you ever had!

Big hug!

- Greaty great great! I love big-- [chokes]

- Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute!

I'm a bigger and betterer buddy thingy than you are!

- No, you don't, Mr. Ditchmeister!

Bing is my buddy! Back off!

- [crash]

- [muffled screams]

- Let me in there, you spooty buddy hug hogger!

- [yelling, grunting]

- [thud]

- Eee?

Eee.

- [slapping]

- Ooh, aw, ow! Ooh, aw, ooh, ooh!

- [slapping]

- [yelps] Ha!

Take that, you spooty and wiggly and lizardy

and tail thingy! And, and, and!

[yelps]

[screams]

- [crash]

- DAGGETT: [groans]

- [metal clanking]

- Anyway, let the bestiest buddyness begin!

For starters, I thought we would dabble

in the ancient Oriental art of origami.

- Origami? Cool! Is that like kung fu or something?

- No, my little Bing hopper.

It is the delicate craft of Japanese paper sculpture.

Observe.

Behold!

- Wow, that's me! Wow, that's way cooly cool!

Let me try.

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- [whistle]

- [squeak]

- DAGGETT: Hooah!

This is the kind of fun stuff real best buddies do!

[hawks a loogie] Ding!

Not that boring old spootagami paper thingy stuff.

[hawks a loogie] Ding! Hooah!

- You said it, Daggy!

- [Western music plays]

- [boinging]

- Woo-hah! Wee-hee!

- [crash]

- [mutters incoherently]

- [creaking]

- All aboard!

- [train whistle]

- Wow, Norbie.

I never got to drive a real toy train before!

- Well, that's what bestest buddies are for.

- [giggles] I guess you're right, yeah.

- And continue massaging that leg

with Licking's Oint-Ewe Sheep Bladder Cream.

- ♪ Frère Jacque, Frère Jacques ♪

- I thought I ditched you.

- ♪ Yo-da-lay-hoo, yo-da-lay-hoo ♪

- Help. Somebody help me.

- ♪ Yo-da-lay-hoo - Tunnel ahead.

Sound the whistle, Engineer Bing!

- Roger righty-o, best buddy Engineer Normie.

- [sounds whistle and bell]

- [crash]

- Hooah! - Whoo! [giggles]

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- Hooah! - [laughs]

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- [bubbling]

- [bell ringing]

- There you go, Bing-o buddy, back where you belong.

Tell you what.

I'll rustle us up some tasty snackaroonies,

and then we'll go play with my private tree sap collection.

- That sounds greaty great great!

- DAGGETT: No, no, you won't!

'Cause him and me are going to watch

my "El Grappadora Thighs of Wrath Master Workout" video.

- Wow, that sounds pretty great, too.

- You betcha.

- Wait, wait right there, little fella.

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- This won't take a second.

Bing ain't gonna be doing nothin' with you,

because I'm his bestest buddy, and he's hanging out with me.

- Well, I'm his betterer bestest buddy,

and I say he's hanging out with me.

- He's hanging out with me! - He's hanging out with me!

- NORBERT: He's hanging out with me!

- DAGGETT: No, he's hanging out with me!

- Wait, guys, you can both hang out with me.

- BOTH: You stay out of this!

- [teeth chattering]

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- He's my buddy!

Don't take my buddy! - He's my buddy!

- Alrighty, you leave me no choice.

- [grunting]

- DAGGETT: Uh, hey, Norb?

Do you get the feeling that we've been taped up inside a box

that's about to be sent someplace

way, way, way, way far away?

- NORBERT: Dag? - DAGGETT: What?

- NORBERT: The most annoying loserly clingy doof

in the whole world has ditched us.

- DAGGETT: Eep!

- [dramatic sting]

- BING: I didn't. I'm right here.

I would never ditch you guys.

- [screaming]

[yelling] - NORBERT: Get him off of me!

- ALL: [yelling]

- NORBERT: We're moving! Bing, you're in here.

Who's moving us? Oh, there's gotta be a way out!

- Get us out of here!

The tail thingy's back!

- [yelling, thudding]

- Remember, when you use Bill Licking Tape,

it takes a licking and keeps on sticking.

Now available in menthol.

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- [horn honks]

- [water rushing]

- [sporty music plays]

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- [grunts]

[grunts]

- [thud]

- Oopf!

- Hey, what's with the kooky quilted ball thingy

and that goofy hair?

[laughs] [grunts]

- Give me that! - Hey, hey!

- It's obvious you don't know the first thing about soccer.

- What's soccer?

- 'Cause if you did, you'd know only a goalie, such as "moy,"

can use his hands.

All other players, that would be "vows",

can only use "vows'" feet. - Oh, oh, yeah?

Oh, oh yeah? - Yeah!

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

- Yeah. - Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

- Norbert, my man, Team Barry needs a goalie.

- Hoochie bubbaloo! Consider your goal kept.

- Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?

- You can stop now. - Oh, yeah?

- Ball's yours, anytime.

- Yeah. Oh, yeah?

- When this is over, I'm selling you to science.

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- [whistle]

- [grunts]

[grunts]

- Oh, so that's this soccer feets only thingy.

You know, with my talented toesie,

I can do that easy-ohsie.

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- [clank] - [groans]

[mutters incoherently] Stupid ball!

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- [clank]

- Stupid, stupid ball! Prepare to be spun!

Whee!

- [raspberry]

- [birds chirping]

- Stupid ball, and stupid ball, and stupid, stupid, stupid ball,

and, and, and, and, and!

Oopf!

[groans] Stupid ball!

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- Hoo, baby, you ain't getting in here no how, no way.

This door is closed. This--

- [clanking]

- [groans]

What the--

- You know, Barry, baby,

you just have to let the spooty ball thingy

know who's boss, baby.

- Kicky, Daggett. Thanks for the tiperonski.

You're a natural-born Pelé-type soccer star, baby.

- Hey, guess what, Norbie?

I'm a natural born Pelé-type soccer guy.

- Well, I hate to burst your bubble head,

Mr. Don't Know the First Thing About Soccer,

but you don't know the first thing about soccer.

That kick was a fluke, a fa-luke!

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah!

- Well, watch me fa-luke you again!

- [clanking]

- [mutters incoherently] Stupid ball!

Bah! - [laughs]

- [crash] - That's it, soccer boy!

Bring on the magic footwork, Mr. Doofus!

- Stupid, stupid, stupid ball!

- [laughs] Oopf!

- [thud]

- [birds chirping]

- [glass shattering] - [woman screams]

- You know what you are? - What?

- You're a menace! - I thought I was a fa-luke!

- Don't interrupt me while I'm on the verge of

a momentus accidental discoverat.

Your kicking is a danger to all crea-tures small and "larg,"

like those big guys who were just here

that we could b*at in the Coupe de Ponde

with that dangerous kick of your--

say...

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- [mutters incoherently]

Soccer! Fa-luke!

[mutters incoherenly]

- So, what do you say, guys? A little two-on-two a-ction?

Just me and my goofy, doofy,

un soccer-skilled brother over there?

- Come on, Norb.

We all saw Dag kick that cannonball yesterday.

You really expect us

to be slicking into playing the two of you?

- Really, um, uh, I, uh...

- Okay, you've sold me. Let's play.

- Alright, Mr. Ball, get ready to feel the pain that is my toe.

- Whoa, Daggaroni, whoa,

you're gonna kick that ball or ask it rhumba?

- [conga music plays]

- NORBERT: Hey, Dag? I think I hear something.

I do! It's the ball!

It's laughing at you.

It's calling you a dooofus!

- Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?!

Call me by my middle name, will ya, you stupid, stupid ball!

Take that!

- [laughs]

- [thud]

- Oh, baby. [groans]

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- Stupid ball! Ball, ball!

Stupid ball, ball, ball!

- [laughs mockingly]

Do-do-do-doofus!

- Ball, ball, ball!

- [beatboxing]

Doofus!

[spits] [grunts]

Do-do...doofus!

Doofus! - Ay, ay, ay!

- DAGGETT: Ball, ball, ball! - [laughs]

- Do-do-do-do-doofus!

- [laughs]

- [beatboxing] Doofus!

- [clanking]

- Ball, ball, ball, ball.

[cheers]

- Thatta boy, doofus!

Show 'em what a big loserly doofus you are!

[laughs] Sometimes I amaze myself.

I'm not just playing with the big guys.

I'm b*ating them with a little help from Dr. Doofus.

Coupe de Ponde, here we come!

- [grunts] - [boinging]

- [grunts] - [boinging]

- That's it, Mr. Kickmeister. Stay angry.

You're beautiful when you're mad.

- [bagpipe music plays]

- DAGGETT: [grunts]

[in British accent] Fakes another, he's in the open now.

He's broken up. And the crowd goes wild!

- What--what the?

- [glass shatters]

- The number-one striker is charging the goal.

There's no one to stop him but one puny goalie named Norbert!

- NORBERT: Named what?!

- That sh**t! Hey, that sh**t, I mean!

He scores!

- [crash]

- Goal! Goal! - [crash]

And here's the happy, angry British grunts.

Ooh! Ahh! Ooh!

- Daggett, what in the name of what's his name are you doing?

Eew!

- Get your mitts off me, mate,

or I'll bloomin' well bloomin' well ya!

- Why are you talking like that?

- 'Cause I've risen to the top of the football world, mate.

I'm a bloomin' angry British soccer hooligan,

Judy, Judy, Judy!

- And that's a good thing?

- Bloomin' well right it is, you weasel!

Even if we don't wins the game,

we get into to a bloomin' fight after it!

Heh! Now get out of me bloomin' way!

I'm bloomin' angry! - Eee!

- Bloomin' this! And that! And this! Bloomin' that!

Bloomin' this! Bloomin' that!

Bloomin', bloomin', bloomin'!

- Okay, Dag-taggetus! - Bloomin'!

- You stay angry!

[British accent] I want that

bloomin' Coupe de bloomin' Ponde, mate!

- [laughs] Right! - Right!

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- Come on, Norb.

We all saw Dag kick that cannonball yesterday

and the day before.

You really expect us to be

slicking into playing the two of you again, baby?

- Yeah--[clears throat]--

well, I'm, er, er, um, er, um, er, hem, haw.

- Okay, sold me again. Let's play.

- [cheers]

- CROWD: [cheering]

- Okay, Mr. Angry Soccer Hooligan Doofus Head,

it's game time. Give 'em bloomin' 'eck!

[laughs]

- ♪ La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- Daggett, is this what an angry British soccer hooligan thingy

normally does at game time? - Hello, love.

Isn't it a calm, lovely, peaceful, calm day?

I think I'll make a lovely flower arrangement.

- And then you're gonna get angry

and kick the ball real hard, right?

- No, I managed to work out all my "a-gray-ssions"

devastating our domicile this morning.

- "A-gray-ssions"?

- Now I am mellow, calm, and at peace.

- [groans in frustration]

- Nasturtium? - Listen, we got a game to play.

You better get angry fast.

- Sorry, no can do, Bro. Too mellow and peaceful.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, let's see how you like this tune.

You're a doofus, see?

Doofus brain head, the doofus head, doofus face, doofus butt,

doof-a-duski, doofusopolis, doofatania, doofus unto others,

maximum overdrive doofus!

- I sense you have issues.

- CROWD: Whoa!

- You and your new non-angry ways disgust me!

Alright, let's play ball, you spootenheimers.

Fine, bring on the game! Show Norbie what you've got!

You'll never be--

Oopf, aah!

- CROWD: [laughing]

- --me. - Listen, Brother Norbert.

I've composed an ode to wildflowers.

- Where did I go wrong?

Was it trying to exploit my brother's emotional distress

for my own personal gain, or was it forgetting

that Daggett is a doofus majorus?!

Hey, don't look now, Walt Witless,

but I think your wildflowers are getting stomped.

- [menacingly] ♪ La, la, la, la, la

[British accent] Get off me bloomin' flowers!

[mutters incoherently]

- Great, now you get angry. - It's like I told you, mate.

Even if we don't wins the game,

we get into a bloomin' fight after it!

Hey, you, ya bloomin' baboons!

You want a piece of me and mate?

Come and get it!

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la

- This isn't-- - [thud]

- NORBERT: Daggett, remind me to k*ll you later.

- [angry shouting]

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