04x03 - Disarmed Rudy/Poison Pen Letter/The Label Police/Too Much to Do

[bunniefuu]

Rudy's got the chalk.

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk,
the chalk ♪

Rudy's got
the chalk.

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, chalkzone ♪

Rudy's got
the chalk.

♪ The chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

Rudy's got the chalk!

♪ The chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ chalk, chalk, chalk,
chalk, chalk ♪

♪ chalk, chalkzone! ♪

Woman: I'm very sorry,
penny, but Rudy
won't be joining

the gutter ballers
at the youth bowling
tournament today.

But it's
the final round,

and Rudy's team captain,
and the rest of us are
terrible bowlers.

We need Rudy to--

Rudy:
Forget it, penny.

I'm not going.

Rudy!

What did you do
to your arm?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Well, you should
come anyway.

Who else can
make us laugh at
our bad bowling.

Well, I don't feel
very funny today.

I feel like an idiot.

The gutter ballers
will just have to
carry on without me.

He's been like that
all day.

I'm sorry, penny.

Penny: So am I,
Mrs. Tabootie.

Oh, well, i'd
better get going.

Ah, maybe a trip
to chalkzone will cheer me up.

Oh, come on!

Hey, bucko, what's with
the lopsided portal?

What, did you swallow
some talent remover?

Wow! Hold the phone!
What's wrong your arm?

I don't want
to talk about it.

I'm hoping chalkzone
will take my mind
off my arm.

Then I've got
just the thing.

Queen rapsheeba
is gonna sing

at a New Orleans style
funeral in night zone,

and the invite says
that both you and I
are welcome to attend.

A funeral?
That sounds cheery.

Who d*ed?

Come on, bucko,
nobody dies in chalkzone.

A New Orleans funeral
is just an excuse
to have a parade.

It's a celebration of life.

And you look like you
could use a celebration.

♪ Zap da da da, see da bara
doro bara do do da ba ba ♪

[Continues singing scat]

Hey, fellas.

Say, Rudy, what
happened to your--

Rudy and snap: Don't ask!
You don't want to know.

What's this place?

It's the linoleum
masoleum.

I think that's
mausoleum.

Maybe, but that
doesn't rhyme.

I wonder who's
got the bad luck
to be buried here.

I think I can
help you out there.

Hoy kaloy! It's
Jacko in the box.

So, you want to know
who's buried here?

Show him, smiley!

Snap: "Here lies
Rudy tabootie
and friends."

Heh heh heh!
Oh, my, my.

Look at the time.
Sorry to sing and
run,

but I've got
a show to do,
and I'm late for it.

Not so fast!

Hey, that's no way
to treat a wo--whoa!

Come on, Rudy, you
gotta draw something!

That's right, Rudy,

you gotta draw something,

or you and your friends
will be buried alive.

What do you want, Jacko?

A bri-i-ide!

I want you to
replace the one
you stole from me.

You stole
Jacko's bride?

Rudy, you sly dog!

Yes, he stole
my one true love.

I remember the first time
I saw her glowing smile.

It was during
my Halloween concert.

I saw her from the stage.

I knew right there and then
that our love was meant to be.

But then you took her
from me.

[Screams]

Snap: Whoa, hey, what
happened to peace and love?

Up, up, I say.

[Whinnies]

[Screams]

What? Aah!

And now I have you
right where I want you.

Draw me another bride
as wonderful as
the one you stole.

Or you, snap, and rapsheeba
will be entombed forever

in the hideous
linoleum masoleum.

[Evil laughter]

That's mausoleum.

Yes. But that
doesn't rhyme.

Say, what did you
do to your arm?

Both: He doesn't want
to talk about it.

Rudi thinking:
I can't draw anything
with my left hand

that'll get me
out of this.

Uhn!
What's this?

Snap: Bucko,
what are you doing?

Surrendering so soon?

Oh!

Not a chance, Jacko.

I don't draw brides
on demand.

I'll be back
to save you later.

Hmm.

Even your weaker hand
has a lot of fight in it.

But you'll never get
out of here alive.

What's going on?

Jacko: Welcome to
my little game of doom.

Why didn't I
just go bowling.

Whaa!

Boy: Why isn't
Rudy bowling?

Uh, he hurt his arm.

Man on speaker:
Lane 12 is now ready.

I suppose
it could be worse.

Reggie:
Ok, gutter ballers,

prepare to take on
the strike force.

It just got worse.

[Breathing hard]
Ok, it's just a maze.

I just have to
find my way out.

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

[Continues screaming]

Whaa!

Whoa!

Look what
I dug up, Rudy.

Hope you like it,

because it's
the last thing
you'll ever see.

[Evil laughter]

Ah!

Come on, come on!

[Strains]

[Bellows]

Ah--

[screams]

[Breathes hard]
Ah!

Come here, kid!

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[Rudy screams]

I drew them backward!

Ha ha ha ha!

That's some pretty
fancy footwork.

Rudy, bucko,
this is no time
for an Arial ballet.

Uhn! Uhn!

Ow!

[Growls]

And I thought bowling
would be a bummer.

Man on speaker: Attention Lane
5, you forgot one of your shoes.

Well, gutter ballers,

you sure live up
to your name.

Oh, Rudy, why
aren't you here?

[Growls]

[Growls and snarls]

Ok, enough fun and games.

Let's go get him,
everybody!

Follow me!

[Growls]

[Whimpers]

Now to save
rapsheeba and snap!

I'm gonna get you!
I'm gonna get you!

Look out, boy,
'cause I'm gonna get you!

There's so many of them.
They look like--

like a bunch
of bowling pins.

And that gives me an idea.

Well, here goes nothing.

[Sound of pins falling]

Oh, you know, bucko,
you're pretty gifted

even with one arm tied
in front of your back.

Yeah, and you even made
Jacko what he wanted.

Oh, my love!
My new, new love,

say you'll be mine,

and I promise we will die
happily ever after.

Ha ha! Guess I don't
have to be 100 percent
to do some good.

And you know, there's
someplace else I think
I could do some good.

Gutter ballers:
Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, Rudy!

Penny: Come on, Rudy,
just one pin,

and you'll save us from
getting a perfect zero.

Boy: Oh, no!

Yaah!

[Laughing]

Well, Rudy,
you sure know how
to cheer us up.

Ha ha ha!
That was hilarious.

And you saved us
from being zeros.

I must admit,
I've never seen

a strike like
that before.

I have.

All: Really?

That's how
I hurt my right arm.

I was practicing
for the tournament.

Huh?

Why would you practice
crashing into the pins
like that?

No, I wasn't.
I-I just was--oh!

But I don't want
to talk about it.

[Laughing]

Queen rapsheeba:
Rudy, you sly dog!

[Bell rings]

[Everybody talking at once]

So, are you going to the--
you know what this weekend?

Duh, only a loser
would miss it.

And, my goodness,
what are you gonna wear?

A loser? Miss what?

Oh, the games are
always the best part.

No, it's the music
that rocks.

Two words, guys,
na-chos.

That's just one word,
scotto. Heh heh!

Music? Food?

Where?

Here you go, Reggie.

Just promise me
you won't b*at me up

at Michelle noricciano's
birthday party.

You will be safe

as long as she has
another pinata this year.

Michelle noricciano's
birthday party!

Why wasn't I invited?

[Girls giggling]

Guys, everyone is
gonna to be there.

Uh, don't worry about it.
Just come as you are.

Hey, Michelle,
I heard about
your party.

Well, of course.
Everybody has.

[Girls giggle]

Well, have a good
weekend, Rudy!

Oh!

I can't believe that
Michelle noricciano!

Why? What did she--

did you get invited
to her party?

No, but--

that's because
she's a total snob!

Boy, I've had it.

She invited everybody
but us to her party,

everybody!

Even Reggie and the
chess club geeks and--

I'm sure there's
an explanation.

No, no. Michelle
is a snob.

And she's about to get
what's coming to her!

This! "Thanks
for inviting me to
your party, Michelle."

Well, that's not
very flattering.

Do you have
a stamp, penny?

Of course.

I hope you're not really
going to mail that.

You bet I am!

Michelle is getting
a poison pen letter.

But it's not smart
to mail letters when
you're angry, Rudy.

Rudy!

Let's see, there must be--

aha!

Here you go, Michelle.

Incoming!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Penny: Rudy!

Michele just handed me
an invitation.

She hasn't mailed
any of them yet.

Everyone was
just talking

because they knew
she was going to
have a party.

They were?
She hasn't?

B-But wait, if you
got an invitation--

then you'll probably
get one, too.

Oh, I hope you didn't
mail that poison--

[screams]

Oh, Rudy!

[Straining]

Give it back!

Give it back!
Oh!

If Michelle
gets that letter,

she'll hate me
forever.

Penny,
what can I do?

If I were you,
I'd find a hole
to crawl into.

A hole, that's it!

I'll have that
letter back before
you can say chalkzone!

Oh!

[Hums]

Everyone else should get
their invites tomorrow.

That mailbox should be
right about--

snap: Hyah, bucko!
Look what I got.

It's an invite to
some real-world party.

But you know, it's not
really addressed to me,

but I figured, hello,
who wouldn't want--

uhn!

Where did you get this?

Well, it dropped
through a hole
in the sky over there.

Snap, I need you
to catch those letters,
all of them!

No time to explain.
Just do it!

Ok.
[Straining]

You just never know what
Rudy's gonna be up to.

Oh, come on, come on!

That poison-pen letter's
got to be here somewhere!

Got you!

Ooh!

Here's the invites
you ordered, bucko!

Pfft!

And one them is
addressed to you.

Ha ha! Great!

And here's
the poison pen letter
I wrote to Michelle

when I thought she
wasn't inviting me
to her party.

Oh, so that's what
this has all been about.

Right. Now we can
put all these back
in the mailbox,

erase the portal,
and--

[clanking from above]

Uh-oh!

Hoy kaloy!

Rudy, you gotta
draw something!

I'm way ahead
of you, snap.

Come on, quick!

Yaah hoo!

What in the wind,
rain, sleet, snow,
and hail is this?

Excuse us.
Hello.

We would like
to mail these.

Is it ok if we drop
them right here?

Phew!

All right!

All the letters
are back in the mail
where they belong.

Yep, every last...
One.

Oh, no.
My poison pen letter.

I mailed it along
with everything else.

Oh, well,
better face the music.

Great party,
Michelle.

Thanks for coming,
Becca.

Bye.

Well, if it isn't
the late Rudy tabootie.

[Gulps]
Uh, hi, Michelle.

The party started
hours ago.

I thought you weren't
going to show.

Hey, uh, Michelle?

Did you happen to get
a letter from me?

As a matter of fact,
I did.

Oh, well, you see,
I-I can explain.

I hope so.

I would think by now
you'd know my name

is spelled with two "l"s,
Rudy tabootie.

Huh?

But I love the crazy
portrait you did of me.

It's my favorite
birthday gift.

Look, I hung it
over the mantelpiece.

I think it captures
my wacky side.

Oh, uh, thanks.

So come on in
and have some cake.

[Loud music playing,
kids hollering]

Uhn!

Watch out for Reggie!

He gets a little
carried away
with the pinata.

I'll get you, pinata!

I'll get you!

Kids: Oh!

Was I close?

Reggie:
You'll be safe.

Ah, dumpy, lumpy pillow!

Oh!

[Snores]

Oh, not only is
this pillow lumpy,

but it's got
this scratchy tag.

Huh?

"Do not remove
under penalty of law."

Oh, please!

If trying to get some sleep
is a crime, fine,

I'm guilty.

[Alarm sounds]

Hey, no wonder
that pillow felt lumpy.

This is no joking
matter, son.

Tearing off pillow tags
violates section zzz
of the label laws.

You are under arrest,
blue boy.

Ha ha!
You gotta be kidding.

You're not kidding.

Welcome to
the label prison.

Label prison?

Male voice:
You know it, snap.

I'm here because I
ignored the dry-clean
only label on my shirt,

and I put it into
the washing machine.

And I opened
my orange juice carton

from the opposite side
of the open label.

I suppose that was
a bad idea.

I did a puzzle that's
for ages 8 to 12.

But I'm only 7 1/2.

This is outrageous!

So listen, all I did
was drink milk after
the expiration date.

For that you deserve
to be in prison.

But everyone else
should be free.

[Everybody cheering]

Be free!
You said it!

There's only
one thing to do.

Hey, who are you guys?

We are escapees
from the prison next door.

Both: I guess we better start
digging in another direction.

Phew, ok, I think
we've gone far enough.

Let's blow this hole.

Hooray!
Hooray!

It's good
to be free!

Man: And just
where do you think
you're going?

Snap: Ok, this time
we're gonna fly out of here.

Ooh!

Oh!

Ah! Oh!

Heh heh! It's the box
for you miscreants.

[Screams]

[Screams]

Hey, hey, hey!
Keep a lid on it.

I've got an idea
so crazy,

it just might work.

Halt!

[Both straining]

Now, did you scoff
labels really think
you could escape

by cutting out
the bottom of the box?

Nope, but we did
distract you from
reading the label.

Both: "This end up?"

Guess that means that
you guys are under arrest.

Yes, indeed.

We've caught
ourselves red-handed.

Girl: But, snap, don't
you want to lock the door
on those crazy cops?

Ha ha ha!
Who needs locks.

I've got it fixed
so they'll never
be able to leave.

Both: "No exit."

Snap:
You gotta be kidding.

[Playing the guitar]

♪ Sleep till noon,
rise and shine ♪

♪ man, I'm working overtime ♪

♪ got too much to do ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

♪ oh, I do,
I have much too much to do ♪

♪ fry my eggs, toast my bread ♪

♪ take my breakfast,
back to bed ♪

♪ got too much to do ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

♪ oh, I do,
I have much too much to do ♪

♪ he has to much to do ♪

Uh-oh!

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

Oh, yeah!

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ read my mail, clip my nails ♪

♪ watch my puppy
chase his tail ♪

♪ got too much to do ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

♪ too much to do ♪

♪ ooh, I do,
I have much too much to do ♪

All right!

♪ I do, I do have
much too much to do ♪

Whoa!

♪ Chalk, chalk ♪

♪ chalk, chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk,
the chalk, chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk ♪

♪ the chalk, the chalk,
the chalkzone ♪

♪ Rudy's got the chalk... ♪