01x05 - All Purpose KaBlam!

[bunniefuu]

Wake up the masses!

Assume the crash position.

Hold on tight!

Take a deep breath...

For a new kind of cartoon show.

Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!

Iiiiit's...

Kablam!

Where cartoons and comics collide.

Now to take you inside and turn the pages,

Here are your hosts, henry and june.





Hey there, kablamoids.

Welcome to kablam!,

The comic book where we turn the pages for you.

My name's henry...

And that would be june.

Behold!

The page king !

Take a seat, henry.

We'll be page-flipping nimrods no more, henroid.

Observe.

[Engine roaring]

It's alive!

It's flipping too many pages.

[Egyptian music playing]

Turn it off! Turn it off!

[Engine slowly stopping]

Wasn't that kablammy?

Sure was.

Say, could i, uh... See that for a second?

And now on with the show.

Here are guys worth their weight in body parts--

Sniz and fondue.

Aw, come on, sniz. You're not even making an attempt.

Once again. My hand's holding the broom at the minute hand,

My free hand is for each hour.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Sniz, you got to learn time. It's for your own good.

Well, excuse me for not giving squats.

Come on, sniz. We made this big dummy clock

So you could finally learn.

Yeah, who's got the time? Ha ha ha.

Besides, you guys always have the answers I need.

That's the whole point of this instruction.

One day we may not be around to do everything for you.

Spplt!

When you talk phooey, my ears go off duty.

Tv: coming up on television,

Up, up, and hooray!-- Hot air ballooning, a special report.

Tonight at .

Snap me down! I'm jonesin' for altitude.

Yeah. Large pie with mushrooms and roni.

Roni, man!

Pepperoni.

Fondue, I need the time.

Shh! I'm on a business call here.

Grrr!

♪ Hey, sad girl, with the tear in your eye ♪

Bianca!

Eeee!

What time do you have?

[Plop]

Snup...time...now!

I'm kind of busy here, pal. Why don't you ask fondue?

Grrr!

Oh!

Fruits! Whoa!

[Crash]

Uh!

[Crickets chirping]

[Giggling]

Quit laughing, fondue.

Look, we're doing this for sniz's own good. Don't blow it.

It's cool.

I'm chill, I'm chill.

[Giggling]

[Scribbling]

[Birds chirping]

[Yawning]

Whoo-hoo!

Saturday! What's on the leisure agenda?

h*! What's this?

Fruits! Why didn't they wake me up to go with them?

I...[Clearing throat]

I can. Let's see.

Little points before the longer stick

And points for the little...ah.

Ohh!

Oh, man, I can't believe we're lifting off without sniz.

All right, I can.

Tough love. Dig it.

Excuse me, miss. What time is it?

It's, uh...it's...

Oh, never mind.

What?!

Sir, yo, sir! I need the time!

[Music playing]

Heh heh heh.

Ha ha ha!

[Gasp]

Uh, "llet t'nod...emit--"

It says, "don't tell me time," moron.

Heh heh heh.

Fruits!

They're trying to teach me a lesson

And it just might work!

Bianca: hey! Snup: sniz!

Ooo! The balloon!

Double--even triple fruits!

[Ding]

Where'd he go?

Dudes!

Whoa! He's on that ledge!

Dudes, move a notch closer and I'll jump it.

Do what?

I can make it. I got to go wide though.

[All] no, don't sniz! Don't do it!

Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!

That was wide?

Yaaahhh!

[Bird squawking]

Whoa, that is deep.

Yaaaahhh!

Oh, my goodness. It's moving.

It's a clock, you idiot.

Yeeee!

I be way scared!

There's a little door you can crawl through,

If you can just hang on 'till :!

But it's only :.

That's a whole minutes from now.

[Gasp]

How did I know that?

Our little yutz is actually telling time.

After . I did it again.

:. I'm a time-telling machine.

: And I'm working the rhymes.

Hee-hoo! It's :. Snap me down. I'm feeling great.

[Cuckoo]

Yikes!

Snaah!

Uh!

Aah!

Aah!

Hey, mr. Dude, got the time?

Ohh!

Ooh!

Kablam-abdul-jabar!

Did you see the way sniz and fondue took off?

In cartoon lingo,

That's called the whoooshhh!

We're taking a course in cartoon running.

Watch this.

This is called the bongo run.

Hey, how do we turn it off?

Easy. Hey, chit, deep six the bongos.

Next up, you know it,

You love it--

The ever-popular mid-air spin!

Henry.

Yipes!

"Here come the evil space monsters."

Evil space monsters?!

Yoowwww!

Notice the mid-air spinning.

While june runs for her life,

You stay right where you are

For the spastic, plastic adventures of...

Action league now!

Announcer: dateline, the mayor's office.

Intrepid action leaguers try to shed some light

On his dishonor's next evil exploit.

Bingo. It's the formula the chief's been after.

Good work, meltman, now hurry.

Man, the chief's gonna kiss me when he sees these.

Hey, maybe I should be in a shot.

Meltman, you idiot, what are you doing?

Hey, thunder girl, how about a picture of me for your wallet?

Aah! My eyes! Cool!

Look at all these spots.

Oh!

Aah!

Ha! Just like in the movies.

Aah! Ouch.

Oh!

Ow.

Starring...

He's super strong and super naked.

She flies like thunder.

A former navy commando

With an attitude as bad as his odor.

And...

With the power to...

Melt!

Today's episode...

Announcer: we find our heroes at an action vigil

As meltman fights to hang on.

Oh, isn't there anything we can do?

Like what, thunder girl?

I don't know. Play charades? I'm bored to tears.

He's regaining consciousness.

[Moaning]

What--where am i?

Who am i?

Blimey! Meltman forgot who he is!

He also forgot to remove the lens cap.

These photos are worthless!

But, chief, melty said it was the formula you've been looking for

And that you would kiss him.

Hey, you never kiss me.

Blasted! If that formula is what I think it is,

We've got to get meltman's memory back!

Bill the lab guy! Analysis!

Hey! You're naked.

I'm afraid meltman has amnesia. There's nothing I can do.

Well, maybe, but it's still in experimental stages.

That's a chance we'll just have to take.

Announcer: and so with a top-secret formula at stake,

The action league delicately probe

The inner recesses of meltman's mind.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Meltman, who are you? What's the formula?

I don't know, but can we play another game?

Oh, nothing's working.

Announcer: will meltman ever regain his memory?

Will the secret formula in his melted head ever resurface?

Stay tuned for the action-smacked conclusion of...

Hey, kablamoids, keep your heiner in the recliner.

Still to come, life with loopy,

Prometheus and bob,

And more action league now!

Right here on kablam!

Announcer: memories like the corners of meltman's mind.

Forgotten, including the secret formula.

With every option exhausted,

The league gambles on a daring solution.

Your eyelids are heavy, you're growing sleepy.

When I snap my fingers, you will be whoever I tell you to be.

I will be whoever you tell me to be.

[Snap]

[Woof]

[Growling]

Woof woof!

Grr!

No! I was afraid of this.

Afraid of what? He's cured.

No, he isn't. He thinks he's a dog.

Here, melty. Here, boy.

Woof! Bark bark! Woof woof! Bark bark!

Blasted! Get him back here. Everything depends on that formula.

Bark bark! Woof woof!

Bark bark! Woof!

Bark bark! Woof woof!

Bark bark!

Meltman, come boy, come!

Grr!

Bark bark! Woof woof!

Bark bark!

Ow! Ow.

Poor melted, sweet, melted, crumpled meltman.

Don't tell me. I've gone to heaven

And all the angels up here look like thunder girl.

Melty's back!

I liked him better as a dog.

Oh!

Meltman, I need you to try

And remember the formula you photographed.

Formula?

Uh...the formula?

Think, meltman.

The future of this planet rests in your head.

Come on, melty.

You can do it.

Think!come on, melty!

Wait! It's coming back.

Sticks butter

And cups flour,

Cups chocolate chips--

Blimey! The mayor's recipe for chocolate chip cookies!

I've been after it for years!

Meltman, I could kiss you!

Me, too.

Uh, chief, are you ok?

Huh?

Who you calling chief, blondie?

Hey, you're naked.

The end.

Amnesia.

Not pretty.

What if we have it, too?

How would we know?

June!

Quick! What did you get for your birthday, um...

Years ago?

I don't remember.

Amnesia!

Must cure!

I remember.

It was this official prometheus and bob space helmet.

And--ha ha-- wouldn't you know it?

It's our next cartoon.

Announcer: what you are about to see is top-secret.

It is a videotape recorded , years ago

By an alien using a remote-controlled camera.

It shows his attempts to educate a caveman.

They have been code-named: the prometheus and bob tapes.

Tape .

[Mutter]

Uh!

Uh...

[Muttering]

Come on, come on.

[Chattering]

No!

Uhhhh.

[Muttering]

Come on, come on.

[Chattering]

Come on!

Ohh!

Oh!

Ha ha ha ha. Haaah!

[Crash]

[Muttering]

[Screech]

Oh!

[Mutters]

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha! Aaaah!

Gee.

Ahh.

[Muttering]

[Muttering]

Ohh!

Prometheus: hey!

[Screech]

Our next cartoon.

Hi, I'm larry.

This is my grubby little sister loopy,

And this is her sworn enemy.

Dad: loopy! Bath time!

Now, loopy's always thinking up reasons

To avoid taking baths.

And a couple of months ago,

She finally hit pay dirt.

Why do I have to take a bath

When I'm just gonna get dirty again?

Well, nobody had a good answer for that one.

And so the battle of the bath began.

At first, we didn't take the situation too seriously.

But by the sixth day,

The odor wasn't the only thing growing.

Honey, there's something bulbous sprouting out of loopy's head.

Hmm.

Bet a bath would feel pretty good right now, eh, champ?

Well, don't let me stop ya!

By the end of the week...

Loopy had turned into a walking produce stand.

Now, for some people, this wasn't such a bad thing.

What's fresh today, loopy?

Uh...zucchini's coming along nicely,

And the potatoes are idaho good.

Ooh! I'll make julian fries.

Enough's enough, young lady.

As long as you're living in this house,

You're gonna take a bath like everyone else.

Ok, then I'll go live in the yard!

[Sighs]

Now, I had my doubts about this at first,

But I got to admit,

All that fresh air and sunlight

Did wonders for her.

And I guess I wasn't the only one who noticed.

Good morning, sir.

I'm pleased to inform you

That we're turning your daughter into a state park.

Excuse me?

That's right.

There'll be guided tours, picnic sites--

Now, hold on there, mister.

Camping grounds, nature trails--

Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about.

Oh, and have I mentioned your official head ranger hat?

Ooh! Now we're talking.

I hereby declare the loopy-lacian national forest

Officially open!

Ooh. Hey.

Ooh. Oh! Oh!

Ooh!

Hey!

Hey!

Tourists?!

Eee-yuck!

Move it or lose it, nature boy.

It's bath time!

Uh...would anyone be interested in taking a look

At my civil w*r chess set?

That's how the battle of the bath came to an end,

But, you know, another battle's about to begin,

'Cause somebody's been hogging the tub

For straight days now.

Hey, turnip bed, hurry it up in there!

Go sit in the sink, stinky pits!

Welcome back, kablamoids.

We're having our own tournament--

The trans-continental mini-classic.

And I'mgonna win.

It all started on the freeway off-ramp

Near hokokus, new jersey,

And ends here at the last hole--

The grand canyon.

All henry has to do is sink this put

And he will have beaten june for the first time...

In anything!

Would you be quiet, kablammermouth?!

Ker-chump!

I did it!

I did it! I beat june!

That's the show, everyone.

On behalf of henry and me,

Farewell, sleep tight,

And may all the kablam-bugs bite.

Oops.

Heh heh.

Win some, lose some.

We'll catch you later.

Join us again next time.

Same kablam!time, same kablam!network.