07x14 - Judy's Big Admission

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[chuckling]

[growling]

Hey! Hey! [screams]

[barking]

[whistling]

[groans]

[screaming]

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I am...

Born.

I exist.

I die.

I am...

Reborn.

As...

A...

Butterfly.

I am free!

I am toast.

[applause]

[girl] So dark.

Sincerity, so ironic.

So full of post-- postmodern angst.

Oh, please. Please.

Your accolades are too kind,

however, appropriate.

But, Judy, it may take more than an egg

to get into Vole University Of The Arts.

It's so competitive.

Sincerity, please.

When I perform this audition piece
next weekend,

they will be begging to
admit me to Vole University.

Or, as it may someday come to be known,

Judy University.

But, Judith, it is a hot reality

that Vole only admits 1/10 of 1/10 of 1/10
of its applicants.

Last year they only admitted half
of one person.

That's why I've also got applications in

at Kamu Conservatory, Fellini Fine Arts,

and three other equally pretentious
institutions of higher learning.

As do I, plus Jean-luc Henri
Junior College,

just to be safe.

Where else have you applied, Judy?

[chuckles]

Oh, please, mes ami!

Don't be absurd.

I have only applied to Vole.

-Ohh!
-Ohh!

Only at Vole can I truly
spread my wings and be free.

Aah!

[crash]

[creak]

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[Doug] Dear journal, sometimes you want
something so badly

it's all you can think about,

and nothing's harder
than waiting for an answer.

I'd entered the future
comic illustrator contest.

First prize was a trip to AC Comics
and lunch with Stanley Steele himself,

creator of Man Of Steel Man.

Um, Mr. Sully?

Are you sure you haven't heard yet
who won the contest?

Doug, like I told you yesterday

and the day before
and the day before that,

I haven't heard.

Have you checked your mailbox?

Twice a day. It's really important.

I mean, lunch with Stanley Steele

could be the beginning
of my brilliant comic book career.

Uh, I don't know what to do.

What's Man Of Steel Man's next move?

I'm stumped.

I'm a hack!

My career is over!

-[sobbing]
-Why don't you have Man Of Steel Man...

vanquish an evildoer?

That's it!

Oh, that's genius.

You saved my career.

I'm so glad you won that contest.

You're the greatest, Doug!

Oh...

If only that letter would come.

Unless-- unless they
think I'm not good enough.

Let's see.

Complete performance tapes,

video letter of recommendation

from superstar Ewen Mcgonklint,

angst-ridden poetry.

Judy, you're only going for the weekend.

You've got enough clothes
here for a whole year.

Exactement, little brother.

Since Mom and Dad are flying off
to visit Grandma Opal,

and you are staying at Skeeter's,

I have the whole car to myself,

and since it's a forgone conclusion

that Vole will accept me,

Why not take my fall wardrobe up to my new
school tout de suite?

N'est-ce pas?

Whatever.

Oh, little brother, what a tragedy
that you're going to have to miss

my command performance this weekend.

Oh, but he won't, dear.

There's been a slight change of plans.

Doug is going with you.

-What?
-What?

Mrs. Valentine just called.

Skeeter's little brother
Dale has the chickenpox.

Doug can't stay there this weekend.

But, Mom, this is my weekend.

It's my total immersion
in the Vole experience.

Well, your brother
can be immersed, too, dear.

But I'm staying at a girl's dormitory.

I already called the House Mother,

my old friend Mrs. Wagstaff,

and she has a nice little room for Doug.

She'll be right there
if you need anything.

What a perfectly ghastly plan.

Mother, Vole is a school for artists,

not little brothers of artists.

But I can't go!

I'm waiting to hear about
the talent contest.

What if my winning letter comes Saturday
and I'm not here to--

Now, now!

You're all going to have a wonderful time.

-You'll see.
-All?

Uh-huh, Porkchop's going, too, dear.

Huh?

[grrr]

We can't leave him here alone.

The pain.

The humiliation.

The indignity!

Oh, well, I suppose I can always use
personal assistants

for the weekend.

Dougie, why don't you
and your canine start

by taking my egg down to the car?

Argh!

I'm feeling totally immersed already.

I just need to grab my latest poems off
the kitchen table

And then it's good-bye, Bluffington,
hello, destiny!

Ooh!

You see, Dougie, people like me
are fortunate enough

to know from the beginning that
they've been given a remarkable gift

while others, such as yourself,
must somehow make do.

Although, I'm certain that one day
you'll find a worthwhile job

selling timeshares perhaps,
something of that ilk.

Uh, Judy--

Of course, you could never aspire to Vole,

a place that requires intelligence, focus,
concentration...

Judy.

A place for people who
know where they're going

-and know how to get-- What?
-Judy!

You missed the exit.

[Judy] Ooh!

[Judy] Hurry up, Doug. I've only got

This way, Doug,

And make sure the sunny side is up.

Miss Funnie,

the faculty audition committee
will be with you shortly.

You may go, and don't forget
to take all my stuff up to the dorm room.

Thanks.

Come on, Porkchop.

[ruff]

Oh, Judy? Good luck.

Luck? Dougie, you don't say
"good luck" to an artist.

Besides, true talent
will always shine through.

Hmm.

Hey, cool.

Are you, like, some kind of child prodigy
applying to Vole?

Oh, no.

My sister's here for
an audition this weekend.

I'm staying with her at the dorm.

Well, you've got a really cool
comic style.

It kind of reminds me a little

of Stanley Steele's early stuff.

Wow! You really think so? He's my idol.

Totally.

Name's Menlow. Menlow Parks.

Doug Funnie.

So, do you like comics, too?

They're half the reason
I became an art major.

-Cool.
-[beep beep]

Oop! Got a class.

I'll catch up to ya later.

Bye! Wow, did ya hear that, Porkchop?

He thought my style was--

Porkchop?

[ruff]

And along with my complete
performance videos,

here are my reviews,

and some of my latest poetry,

which I'm sure will--

Thank you, Miss Funnie. You may begin.

Immédiatement.

I am...

Born.

Thank you, Miss Funnie.

But I-- I haven't even cracked my egg yet.

We'll be in touch.

Next.

-Unh!
-Unh!

[Judy] Sorry. I'm feeling
a little scrambled right now.

Oh-rrrr!

Aah!

Um, I take it things didn't go well?

It's obvious those philistines

have no understanding
of true artistic vision

or the slightest notion
of what real talent--

Oh, Doug!

I barely got three words out.

Three words.

Well, um...

Maybe they really liked those three words.

Maybe that's all they needed to hear.

Or... maybe they saw right through me.

Oh, Doug...

What if I'm not as good as I think I am?

What if I'm just a big fish

in a puny little moody school pond?

What if I'm nothing but a pretentious,
phony, arrogant, no-talent--

Feel free to stop me at any time.

Judy, don't be silly.
You're not a no-talent.

You're a--a--

Talent.

Oh.

Thanks for the support, Doug.

How will I ever face my friends at Moody

when I tell them I've been... rejected?

[sobbing]

Judy.

Oh...

Why, certainly, eh...

Be right back.

Huh?

[door opens]

How is my sitting in the closet
helping you?

Here. Draw something, anything. Quick!

Uh... OK.

[applause and sounds of astonishment]

Miss Funnie, why did you--

Uh, I can only create in the, uh...

singularity of my alumnus.

In a busy hallway?

Well, it's the light... of course.

Fluorescent light,
it bathes my work in a glow of...

Fluorescence.

-Oh.
-Oh!

As I was saying, the singularity
of my aloneness...

-[barking]
-Porkchop?

[barking]

Porkchop!

Huh?

Great. He gets to be master chef,

and I'm sitting in a closet.

Hey, Doug, I was gonna come get you.

These are some other Stanley Steele fans.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Listen, we're workin'
on a really cool sci-fi mural.

Wanna help?

Wow! Me?

You mean it?

Yeah, sure.

Come on.

And thus deconstructing
the transcendent moment by--

Excuse me. Can you give us
another demonstration?

Well, I guess not everyone
can grasp abstract concepts.

Dougie, draw something, quick!

Dougie?

[gasp]

Hmm.

Uh, Miss Funnie?

Well, you see, this is an example

of what an amateur artist might create.

-Ahh!
-Ahh!

Eh heh heh heh heh.

Uh...

Man, this is a blast.

Yeah. I guess we're boldly going

where no Vole art student has gone before.

Hey, nice slime creature.

[Doug] At that moment,

as I added the acid drool
to my slime creature,

I knew more than ever

that this was what I
wanted to do with my life.

I just had to find out if
I'd won that talent contest.

Yeah, man. I checked your mail,
just like you asked.

Mmm, nothin' much.

There was somethin'
from Man Of Steel Man comics.

Skeet, that's it! Hurry! Open it!

[reading to himself] Dum duh duh duhm...

Skeet?

Sorry, man. You didn't make it.

Hey, but they did thank you
for your submission.

[Doug] At that moment, I could see my
whole future career flash before my eyes.







[counting]

You call that a check mark, Funnie?

It's backwards.

You can't even draw a check mark.

Sorry. I'm not very talented, sir.

Please give me another chance.

I'm sorry.

Your career in comic books is over.

Oh.

What a loser!

[Skeeter] Doug? Doug!

Hey-- hey, man! Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Thanks.

Later.

[whistle humming]

Listen, Dougie,
I'll only be gone for an hour.

Some of my new admirers
want to show me around the campus.

Oh, let me guess. Something's wrong?

I didn't win the talent contest, Judy.

Your dream came true. You got into Vole,

but my dream's never gonna come true!

It was just a silly comic book contest.

What do those lowbrows know anyway?

Forget it, Judy.

I don't have any talent.

Well, not talent like mine, perhaps.

Tsk... ahh...

But you do have talent, Doug.

Yeah, right.

Listen, Doug,

It's not important what other people say
about your talent.

Even when it seems that
nobody else believes in you,

You have to believe in yourself.

You didn't believe in yourself

when you thought you didn't get into Vole.

That's different.

No. You're right.

I let those judges rob me
of my self-confidence.

I almost let them steal
my belief in my own talent,

and no one should trifle
with another person's talent!

It's--

Oh...

-Come on.
-But, Judy--

Dougie, just--
just keep quiet and come with me.

OK, but I'm not sitting
in any more closets.

[man] ♪ But enough of the yolks ♪

♪ You've been really great folks ♪

Boy, am I fried.

Judy, what are we doing here?

Judy, is everything--

Who is this?

Dean, I have something I need to say.

Doug, the only reason
I got accepted to this school

is because of your art.

Huh?

Excuse me, Ms. Funnie?

It was all a mistake.

When I grabbed all my poems and stuff,

I accidentally grabbed his pictures.

But who's... ?

He's my brother, and he's the artist.

Show him, Dougie.
Draw something, anything. Quick!

♪ Doo-da-doo-da du doo doo ♪

♪ Doo-da-doo-da du doo doo-doo-ooh ooh ♪

I see.

But, Miss Funnie, I'm curious.

Why did you come forward now?

Believe me. I didn't want to,

but, well, Doug was feeling bad
about himself as an artist,

And I wasn't feeling too good about myself

for getting into Vole
under false pretenses.

Ms. Funnie, this
shows great integrity on your part.

Does that mean you'll still let me in?

Not a chance.

Integrity without talent
is still integrity without talent.

But you didn't give her a chance.

She was really counting on that audition,

and you only let her get out three words.

I've seen Judy perform,
and she's really...

Really...

Uh...

Interesting.

I mean, how good would my drawings be

if you just let me draw three lines?

Hmm. Perhaps you're right.

Maybe we were unfair to Judy.

It's just that we'd seen so many eggs.

Ms. Funnie, I'd like you
to audition again,

and this time, I guarantee you can
perform the whole piece.

Really?

All right!

Dougie, get my props.

I am...

Reborn.

As a butterfly.

I am toast.

[murmuring]

Your brother was right.

The piece was good, Ms. Funnie,

and very pretentious.

You are Vole material.

Yes! I'm in!

And, young man, just promise me
that when you turn 18,

you'll consider coming to Vole.

Yes, sir.

Now, won't you join us for lunch?

We're having it catered by
the honor students

in the cooking school.

[ruff ruff]

Aah!

[crash]

[girl] Good luck. See you in the Fall.

Be cool, Doug. Thanks for the sketch,

and keep on drawing the "Q" man.

Hey, don't worry.

I'm never gonna stop drawing.

Good-bye!

See ya around!

[honk honk]

What a great weekend, huh, Judy?

Yes, Dougie, it was
a worthwhile experience,

and I'm glad I was able to impart to you
an important life lesson,

that your feeling of self-worth must come
from within.

No matter what other people think.

Yeah.

Anyway, what did you really think
of my performance?

I thought my hatching
went rather well, didn't you?

[Doug] Uh-huh. Judy?

[Hudy] I mean, in the short run,

the faculty may have been a bit misguided,

but in the long run,

Talent-- true talent will
always shine through,

and speaking of that talent, I--

Judy, it's the Buffington exit.

Judy! Turn, turn!

So they all understood
that on a much deeper level--

Judy!

[scatting]