04x03 - Brainwashed: Part 3 - Wash Harder

[bunniefuu]

Gee, Brain,

what do you
want to do tonight?

The same thing
we do every night,
Pinky,

try to take over
the world.

♪ They're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ yes, Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ one is a genius ♪

♪ the other's insane ♪

♪ they're
laboratory mice ♪

♪ their genes
have been spliced ♪

♪ they're dinky ♪

♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪

♪ Brain, Brain, Brain,
Brain, Brain ♪

♪ before each night
is done ♪

♪ their plan
will be unfurled ♪

♪ by the dawning
of the sun ♪

♪ they'll take over
the world ♪

♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ yes, Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ their twilight campaign ♪

♪ is easy to explain ♪

♪ to prove
their mousey worth ♪

♪ they'll overthrow
the earth ♪

♪ they're dinky ♪

♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪

♪ Brain, Brain,
Brain, Brain ♪

Pinky: narf!

Test scores are dropping
at an alarming rate.

♪ Yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪

Announcer: previously on
Pinky and the Brain...

someone is using
the Schmeerskahoven

as the means
to a nefarious end.

Newscaster:
the countdown is on

as every man,
woman, and child
on the planet

prepares for tomorrow's
gigantic global,

really humongous
Schmeerskahoven -a-thon

for world peace.

The world is in peril,

and we only have
one hope of getting
out of here.

I'll get you out,
Brain.

Hang on.

Hey! Like, what's
with all the racket,

[Imitates Pauly shore]
Buh-Uh-Dy?

Well, at first
I was smashing my head
against the glass

to get my friends out.
Then I realized

it just felt
really good. Narf!

Heh! Really?

Hey, that does
feel good...

[Snoring]

[Scoffs]
What a lightweight.

I'll go get
some smelling salts

so he can try again.
Zort!

No, Pinky, use the keys!

Good idea!

Ow! Ha ha ha!
Ow! Ha ha ha!

Ow! Ha ha ha!

Evidently, I'm not going
to have to hurt you, Pinky.

Pinky: oh, this
is so thrilling!

The 3 of us
working together

just like
the Baldwin brothers.

Yes, and I am Alec,

the one with
the manly chest hair

and authoritative voice.

No. You're Steven,

the one with the big,
sloping forehead.

And I'm billy,
the good-looking one.

Whatever.

Now, would you
mind telling me
where we're headed?

We're going...

to the island
of Dr. Mordough.

Dr. Mordough?!

Dr. Mordough?!

Poit! Who's that?

The geneticist
who transformed us
from common rodents

into beings
of superior
intellect...

and you, Pinky.

Hello, my little
rodent friends.

I have fruit.
How about an orange?

Look.

Aah!
[Growling]

Oh, right.

The funny fruit man.
I remember.

He had that pet cat
I used to play with!

Unh!

Ha ha ha! Again!

Oh, we had
such good times,
precious and I.

[Sniffles]

Those were the days.

I thought
Dr. Mordough
retired.

Actually,
I hired him
away secretly

to help me
devise plans

to take over
the world.

Dr. Mordough:
I'll make the world
a fruit salad

it can't refuse.

But one day,

he stopped returning
my calls.

I sent my lawyers
to his island

to thr*aten him...

[Whispering]
and they never
came back.

Mordough's
gone mad.

Mad, I say!

He's the one who
signed the papers
committing me

to that horrible
asylum!

You think
that makes him crazy?

I think it makes him
a genius. Ha!

Ohh...

I've changed
my mind.

You're not
a Baldwin brother
at all.

You're
a bottoms brother!

You're a mandrell sister.

Let's take this
outside.

Good idea.

After you.

No, after y--

whoa!
Whoa!

Wait a minute...

Both: who's flying
the plane?

♪ I'm a bunny... ♪

aah!
Aah!

[Groaning]
[Pinky laughing]

Did either
of you happen
to save

any of those
small packets
of peanuts?

I'm famished.
Narf!

You know, snowball,

it might actually
be to our benefit

to at least try
to work together.

Yes. I suppose

teamwork
is in order.

Uhh! Ha ha ha ha!

[Growling]

Snowball:
Dr. Mordough's
compound.

[Growling, snarling]

Wild beasts!

Worse.
Those are my lawyers.

Dr. Mordough
turned my lawyers

into blood-hungry
savages!

Zort! How
can you tell?

[Snarling]

[Synthesizer playing
Schmeerskahoven]

[Man humming]

Dr. Mordough.

Brain: and he's playing
the Schmeerskahoven.

Look at all
the hats, Brain.

Zort!

Oh, I miss them so.

So it was mordough

who imprisoned us
in the hat village.

However
shall we thank him?

By preventing him

from taking over
the world.

Ahem!

Hey, mordough,

they just opened
a new fruit salad shack
down the road,

and everything's
free today.

Free fruit salad?

Thanks, but
I already ate...

buh-uh-Dy.

[Gasps]

Mordough
has been
dumbed down.

By his own plan.

Woman:
not [i][i]his plan.

Mine.

Meowrrr...

Pinky:
precious, it's...

it's you!
[Meows]

Hiss...

and, my, what
a big head you have.

The better to outsmart
you with, my dear.

Meowrrr...

oh, you don't
need a big head
to do that.

Ha ha ha!

Heh heh heh heh!

I hate clowns!

[Laughs]

[Laughing]

You must think
you're pretty clever,

escaping from
my land of hats.

I'll make sure
you never escape again.

But first,

I must play
with that shiny thing
over there.

[Purring]

Oh, precious...
[Sobs]

What happened to
that little kitty

who used to
bat me around

and scratch me
so sweetly?

That kitty
no longer exists.

I was purr-fectly happy
living in the lab.

I was cared for...
loved...

and most of all
I was...pretty.

Meow...

until that fateful day
when everything changed.

[Yowls]

Yes, I was brilliant,

but I wasn't
pretty anymore.

[Meows]

So I ran away.

A hungry kitty, mommy.

Can we take it home?

Oh, all right, dear.

[Gasps]

Get away! Away!

I don't want
that kitty, mommy!

It's...ugly!

Precious: nobody
loves a kitty with
a big, fat head.

I was a pariah.

The lowest of the low...

doomed to consort
with creatures as
hated as I was.

Waaah!

Like a scary
party clown and...

well, so far,
that's it.

I decided to make
humanity pay

for what its science
did to me. But how?

Then I found the answer.
[Music playing]

For if people
were stupid enough
to dance like that,

they would do anything.

I found mordough
working for snowball.

Amazed by my brilliance,
he unwittingly allowed me

to use him
as my test subject.

With mordough's
state-Of-the-art equipment

at my disposal,

I soon perfected
the movements

of the Schmeerskahoven,

and I had lots of
lovely boxes to hide in.

I needed a group who'd sing
any annoying little ditty,

Swedish supergroup baab
fit the bill.

Ya, that's
a happy song.

We record it, sure.

Tomorrow,
when the entire planet

performs
the [i][i]Schmeerskahoven,

mankind
will finally pay,

becoming
my kitty slaves.

Kitties?

Can I have one?

The [i][i]Schmeerskahoven

doesn't make people
act like kitties.

It does
when they perform

the heretofore
unheard
third verse.

[i][i][Schmeerskahoven plays]

Precious:
♪ drop down to your knees
and try to look pretty ♪

♪ chase your tail in a circle
and meow like a kitty ♪

meow.
♪ Hey, Schmeerskahoven ♪

[Purring]

Good kitty.

Ahh!

Mmm, that looks good.

You're sick,
precious!

With mankind
turned into cats,

industry will
cease to exist.

The world
will be plunged back
into the dark ages.

Oh, no. I'm
afraid of the dark!

Well, I doubt
you'll be concerned
with any of that.

Snowball:
a gene splicer!

You're going to
send us back through
the gene splicer?

Do you know
what that will do?

Of course.

The process
will turn you back
into ordinary rodents.

You'll lose
your intelligence.

Lose
our intelligence?

Nooo!

Anything but that!

I don't think
you have that much
to worry about, Pinky.

Whew!

Any last requests?

Poit! Well,
I'd really like

one of those
kitty treats.

I haven't had
a bite all day.

Very well.

My grumbly tummy
thanks you.

So long, boys.

Wait!

Wouldn't this
all be easier

if you just sent
yourself back

through
the gene splicer?

You'd be pretty
again.

It's too late for that.
I want revenge!

But first,
I feel the urge

to run frantically
around the house

for no particular reason.

Oh...if only
we could get out!

I swear
I'd change my ways!

Sorry, snowball.

It looks like this is
the end of the line.

Yes. How sad
we never got

what we wanted
out of life.

Whoa, speak for yourself.

I've got this
delicious, nutritious,

fish-flavored treat.

Meow.

Snowball: go away,
worthless cat.

Wait!

Pinky,
give me that
kitty treat.

Well, you could've
asked for your own.

Poit!
You never let me
keep anything.

Come on, mordough.
[Smacking lips]

Want a yummy
fish-Flavored
treat?

Meow...

good boy.
Jump! Jump!

Yes!

No!

Good kitty...

snowball, help!

You said you were going
to change your ways.

And you believed me?

Ha ha!

Hasta la vista,
losers!

[Growling]

Uh, now, now...

you're not still mad about
those Christmas bonuses?

Why...there must be


for bubble wrap.

[Screaming]

Whew...

uh-oh.

Aah!

Poor snowball.

I'm afraid his ways
are changed for good.

Pinky: aww, look
how cute he is, too.

Narf! Are we going
to go after them

in that other helicopter

and stop that bad
old puddy-tat, Brain?

Yes, Pinky,

but first, we have
some research and
development to do

in mordough's lab.
Now come.

Our time is short.

And so are we!
Ha ha! Ha ha!

Newscaster:
yes, the day has
finally arrived.

In just a few moments,
everyone around the globe

will do
the Schmeerskahoven,

including me.

Buh-uh-Dy.

Ahem.

And here comes
the president.

Hey. Howdy, y'all.

Crowd: hi, buh-uh-Dy.

I've got
a special surprise.

Swedish supergroup baab

is going to teach us
a brand-new verse

of the [i][i]Schmeerskahoven
today!

Hooray.

Ha! I doned it!

I poureded the coffee-Ty!

I wonders what times
they's a-starting

that there schmeersked--
schmorsked--

That there dance.

Oh! Dang-diddy!

Nows I has to changes
my shirt-tiddy...

it's a good thing

mordough's lab
was well equipped, Pinky.

Now, to put our plan
into effect,

we need only find
Swedish supergroup
baab's dressing room.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Ooh, I hope I don't faint
when we meet them. Narf!

Pinky, we're not here
to meet the band.

We're not? Poit...

no.

We're going to
shrink ourselves

down to
microscopic size,

get inside
the body of one
of baab's members,

and control
their vocal cords.

Then we can
get them to sing

[i][i]my new verse
to the song.

Wouldn't it be
less messy

just to ask
for an autograph?

[Swedish accent]
Here are the Swedish
meatballs for baab.

Pinky,
are you pondering
what I'm pondering?

I think so, Brain,

but instant karma
always gets so lumpy.

No, Pinky.

We shall hide

in those
Swedish meatballs

and then Swedish
supergroup baab
will ingest us.

Ooh, you certainly are
an obsessed fan, Brain.

Pinky: mmm...meat!

Here are those
Swedish meatballs
you asked for...

bob.

Oh, thanks-sitty...

but alls of my friends
is callsy me bobby bob.

What?

Bobby bob?

Oh, we have to
get out of here.

No! Mayday!

Mayday!

It is? Narf!

Oh, I love tying ribbon
round the maypole.

Brain: yaaah...

drat!

My plan is ruined, Pinky.

Perhaps. But
at least we're
being showered

by big chunks
of savory meat.

Yum!

We have only one hope.

Somehow
we must use bobby bob

to carry out our plan.

He can't even
carry coffee-Ty.

Whoa!
Whoa!

That's the stomach,
Pinky.

If we drop in there,

we'll be eaten alive
by gastric juices.

Along with lots of meat!

[Straining]

I believe we're safe
for the time being,
Pinky.

But we didn't get
any meat. Poit.

Your head is meat.

Yes,
there's the eardrum.

We may be able to
pull this off yet.

[Blows
into microphone]

Hello...bobby bob?

Uh, where did that
come-Ditty from?

Brain:
from inside you.

This is
your conscience.

Pinky: and
your conscience's friend.

Quiet, Pinky.

Hello,
Mr. Conscience-diddy

and his friend
quiet Pinky-diddy.

Is this about that time
when I was just a wee boy

and the teacher done
tolded me not to talk,

but I talkted anyway,

and then
I keepted talkteding,

and never did stop
that there talkteding?

I was just a-keepted
a-Talkteded.

Yes, all right,

you were
a very bad boy.

And now
it's time to atone

for
your transgression.

Huh-diddy?

I have
an important job
for you,

and it
involves carrying
hot beverages

and walking
at the same time.

Ooh, that's hard!

Don't I know it.

"Drop down to your knees
and try to look pretty,

"chase your tail
in a circle

and meow like a kitty."

Ya. We sing
these happy lyrics.

[All agreeing]

[Knock on door]

I done brungded
the coffee-Ty.

Man: coffee?
Woman: coffee?

Bobby Bob: whoa!
[Crash]

[Splashing and screaming]

[All shouting at once]

Bobby Bob:
oops-Itty.

President: and now,
without further ado...

give it up for
Swedish supergroup baab.

[Cheering and applause]

Um...

the Swedish
supergroupitty baab

cans't performs...

so they's asted me
to sing the, uh...

schmeerskitty--

uh, the, uh,
[i][i]schmooskuh...

that song!

That song!

[Crowd cheers]

Meow!

What's going on?

Where's Swedish
supergroup baab?

[i][i][Schmeerskahoven begins]

♪ Put your fingerses
in your earseys ♪

♪ then sticks 'em in
your belly-ditty ♪

♪ don't be afraids if it
jiggles like gelatin ♪

♪ yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪

♪ wave your armses
in the airs ♪

♪ like you've
wons a big prize ♪

♪ bops yourself
on the heads ♪

♪ and you crosses
your eyeses ♪

♪ yeah, [i][i]Schmeerskahoven ♪

Pinky, hand me
those new lyrics.

If my calculations
are correct,

these new steps
will negate

the mind-shriveling
effects

of the dance.

Now, here comes
the important
third verse,

bobby bob.
Listen carefully

and repeat after me:

"give yourself
a hug..."

♪ gives yourself a hug
like the air is chilly ♪

♪ put your hands
on your face ♪

♪ and slap yourselves
silly ♪

♪ yeah, [i][i]Schmeerskahoven ♪

that's not
my third verse.

Stop him.

♪ Dos your own thing,
get your body grooving ♪

♪ just say no
to the [i][i]Schmeerskahoven ♪

♪ no, Schmeerskahoven ♪

[i][i]♪ non, Schmeerskahoven ♪

[i][i]♪ nyet, Schmeerskahoven ♪

♪ no [i][i]Schmeerskahoven ♪

you did it,
bobby bob,
you did it!

Time
to celebrate!

[Giggling]
[Crowd cheering]

I did it!

I'm just going to celebratee
with some coffee-Ty.

This coffee-Ty is hot.

Ee-yaaah!

Oopsitty...

aah!

[Splash]

My plan is ruined.

Ruined!

[Yowls]

Hey, look,

I--I don't know
what you've done,
bobby bob,

but it seems
to have cleared
all our heads.

You've saved our country.

How can we
ever repay you?

You can rebuild
acme labs.

Youse can rebuilded
acme labs-itty.

Uh...

wh-whatever
you just said,

I'll make it happen,
bobby bob.

Thanks a duddley-
dippity-Poop-diddy
doodley-Do!

[Laughs]

Thanks a doobilee-
diddley-Doodley-
poodley...

uh, something.

Safe at last.

Both: uhh!

Mmm. Meat!

Well, if you ains't
the purtiest kittys
i's ever seed.

You...you think
I'm pretty?

Oh, why, yes-a-diddy.

This looks like
the beginning

of a beautiful
friendshipity.

[Purring]

"Thanks for everything."
Signed, "precious."

[Sighs]

I'm glad precious is
finally happy, Brain.

Yes, Pinky, but
more importantly,

we got our lab back,

thanks to
the new white house
chief of staff-itty

bobby bob.

At least now,
precious is consorting

with a less dangerous
bunch of clowns.

She looks so happy. Poit!

I suppose the moral
of this whole story is

if you give a mean,
big-Headed kitty love,

they won't try to
dumb down the world
with an evil dance.

Perhaps.
But this story
is through,

and now we
must prepare for
tomorrow night.

Why, what we going to do
tomorrow night, Brain?

[Gasps]
The hustle?

No, Pinky.

The same thing
we do every night.

Try to take over
the world...

before another
idiotic dance
comes along.

[i][i][Schmeerskahoven begins]

Baab:
♪ one's real smart ♪

♪ and the other's head
is granite ♪

♪ each night they try to
take over the planet ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ they're Pinky ♪

♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪

♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪

♪ Brain ♪