01x12 - Bathroom Blues // Garbage Swingers

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♪ My name is Angela

♪ Hey, hello!

♪ Welcome to my very own show ♪

♪ I'll introduce my friends to you ♪

Oh no! It's Ninnypoo!

♪ Shoobee-doobee-doo wap-waa.

♪ My name is Angela

♪ And you are not

♪ Nanette Manoir is a stuck up jerk face snot ♪

And now to today's story, starring me.

And NOT starring Nannete Manoir.

It is lunchtime, the time when we are supposed to eat

lunch, except for it is also the only time Mrs. Brinks

likes us to use the bathroom,

which we are waiting for now.

This better not take much longer, Angela Anaconda.

The lunch man promised to save me an extra

jiggly-fruit, but he can only hold something like

that for so long.

I hope so too, on account of he is not the only one who

can't hold something for much longer.

Did you see that, Gina Lash?

I know Jimmy Jamal wears super speedy Robosoles,

but that does not explain why we are always waiting

in line and boys are not.

Perhaps the dimensions for the Boys' Room are

considerably larger.

Perhaps we should consult an expert.

Hey Gordy Rhinehart, what's so special about the inside

of the Boy's Room on the inside?

Don't ask me.

I prefer to avoid public restroom facilities

whenever possible.

First, there's the mold and the mildew.

And then there's my allergy to pink liquid hand soap.

Talk about a rash!

But Gordy, how do you make it through the day if you

don't use the Boy's Room?

Easy!

I monitor my intake of liquids during the day.

That reminds me.

It's time for my seven milliliters of evaporated

soy milk.

Gordy sure knows a lot about mold.

Hey, maybe he'll grow up to be a mold scientist.

That, or he'll end up living in a plastic bubble.

Well if that happens, Gordy will never see the inside of

a Boys' Room.

But that doesn't mean I can't!

Save my place!

Mrs. Brinks: I must thank you again, Nanette,

for inviting me on this lovely picnic.

The pleasure is all mine.

Fois gras?

Oh no, a BEE!

Come to sting my sensitive skin.

Save me! Save me!

Save me too!

Ahhhh!

Save me too, even more!

Ahhhhh!

Oh well, waste not, want not.

Shoo, Bee. Shoo!

Ahhhh!!!

Hey, I'm in the Boys' Room!

But the boy's room is just like the Girl's Room

except for there are no girls in here except for me.

They have sinks, we have sinks.

They have mirrors, we have mirrors.

They have weird-looking water fountains,

we ha- Hey wait a minute!

We don't have weird- looking water fountains!

Maybe that's why their line is so short.

They're just coming to get a drink!

Oooh, I gotta make a pit stop.

[GASP] Oh no -- BOYS!

If they see me, my reputation will go down the toilet!

♪ "Oh sol o mia!"

Hey!

I would recognize that voice anywhere on account of

I have heard it a million times and it is always

coming from Johnny Abatti.

Maybe he can help me out of my Boys' Room pickle.

S. O. S.

Sos??

Who's sos?

It says S.O.S.!

Johnny: Oh yeah. Thanks Angela-- Angela??

What are you doing in the Boys' Room?

Angela: Never mind that, Johnny Abatti.

The question is how am I going to get out,

on account of if anybody sees me,

I will never be able to show my face

for the rest of my life.

Johnny: Yeah, and it would be embarrassing too!

Exactly, Johnny Abatti, which is why I need you

to be my look-out.

A look-out? I can do look outs.

I do 'em for Uncle Nicky all the time!

Very good.

Now go out into the hall and knock three times

when the coast is clear.

You got it!

And remember, Johnny, if this plan fails,

I could be in trouble big-time!

Johnny: Don't worry, Angela. You can count on me!

Nanette: Oh hello, John. Care to watch me eat?

Johnny: Yeah sure, okay.

I am positively bloated.

Canned goods?

Canned good for the hungry?

Lobster a la King.

Mmmm, don't mind if I do.

But Mrs. Brinks!

Josephine: Canned goods for the Hungry?

That's Josephine Praline, and Josephine is always

helping people in need who need help.

If only I could get her attention.

Josephine! Josephine!

A voice from above!?

Angela: No it's me, Angela! I'm in the boys' bathroom!

The boys' bathroom! Oh my!

So who cares if Josephine does not come to my rescue.

I will write a message on the window so that someone

else can save me.

H - E - L - P.

Help.

Pleh? What's pleh?

Aaugh!

Now what am I going to do?

Think, Angela, think!

If Angela doesn't get back here soon she's liable

to lose her spot in line.

Those Robosoles may be fast, but they sure pick up a lot

of toilet paper.

Hey, that handwriting looks very familiar.

It's Angela's handwriting!

"S.O.S. Help me, Johnny Abatti!

I am stuck inside of the Boy's Bathroom!"

[GASPS] Omigosh!

What's wrong, Gina Lash?

Don't tell me the lunch man gave away the last

jiggly fruit?!

Worse than that, Gordy Rhinehart--

Angela is stuck inside the boys' bathroom!

Jeepers! Someone should get her out!

Me?

Heh, I'd like to help her, Gina Lash,

honest I would, but between the mold and the mildew

and the -

All right, stand back.

I'm going in.

[DEEP INHALE]

[DEEP INHALE]

Angela?

Are you in here?

Gordy Rhinehart?! Boy am I glad to see you!

I wish I could say the same.

Look at this place, it's filthy!

And who was their decorator?

Sky blue tiles do not go with powder blue fixtures!

Forget about the fixtures, Gordy,

we've got more worrisome things to worry about.

Like getting me out of here!

Go check if the coast is clear.

I don't suppose you've noticed whether everybody's

been washing their hands before they touch this knob,

have you?

Tell Gina Lash how brave I was.

NOOO!!

Oh no, Gordy Rhinehart!

Now we're locked in!

You mean we're stuck in the boy's bathroom

surrounded by spores?!

Worse than that, Gordy Rhinehart.

Nobody but the spores knows we're in here!

But, but that means, we -

WE'RE STRANDED!

So now I am stranded on Boys' Room Island

and I am all alone and lost forever on account

of nobody knows I am here.

But what's that I hear?

"Ahoy! Ahoy!"

someone is yelling.

Looks like Brave Admiral Gordy has come to my rescue.

Too bad a certain butt-kissing bee has other plans.

So now Gordy is stranded, too.

But wait, here's Johnny Abatti come to dig us a

tunnel back to Tapwater Springs.

Too bad Johnny is about as good at being a tunnel

digger as he is at being a look-out and now all three

of us are stranded!

But all is not lost because now we will make an "S.O.S"

out of shells and Gina Lash smartest in class will come

and save us.

Too bad Johnny Abatti will be too busy enjoying island

life, instead of being a look-out,

and will not see her coming.

So now we are all stranded with nothing to do but

limbo.

Until I come up with a good idea that is a good one.

'All aboard', I will say, so that we can finally escape

'Boys' Room Island'.

♪ 'Start flushing the engines', ♪

Johnny will sing in his fake lounge singer voice.

Johnny!

NOOOOOOO !

Oh no! I've stepped in a toilet!

Pull yourself together, Gordy Rhinehart.

I'm getting us out of here one way or another!

And the only way out of here is out this window,

so give me a boost.

Mrs. Brinks! Mrs. Brinks!

Angela Anaconda is in the Boys' Bathroom!

Oh no, Gordy Rhinehart, I've been spotted!

Push! Push!

I am! I am!

Okay then let's switch places.

But hurry!

Fear not, Angela Anaconda.

I'll come back and get you out,

or my name isn't-- Waaaaa!

GOOOOORRRRDDDDYYY!!! RHIIIIIINNEEHHAAAAARRRTTT!!!

AAAAHHHH!!

Nanette: Angela Anaconda!

In the Boy's Bathroom!

This is most unnerving!

B-but, but, Mrs. Brinks!

Not another word, Missy!

Your flagrant disregard for restroom policy

will not go unpunished!

You shall spend the rest of the day outside,

clapping erasers!

Did you say OUTSIDE?

In the fresh air? And not in the Boy's Room?

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Brinks!

Thank you!

Well that wasn't quite the reaction

I was expecting, but...

Oooh. And what do we have here?

Excuez-moi, Mrs. Brinks but could we please leave?

This place is tres dégusté, which is French for

"grossing me out."

Nanette and Mrs. Brinks: HELP!

WE'RE STUCK IN THE BOYS' ROOM!!

HELP!!

It is Famous World Monuments of the World week.

I am especially proud of mine on account of it is

made completely out of edible candy,

which can be eaten!

Great model of the Parthenon, Angela Anaconda.

How ingenious of you to use confectionery-based

building materials!

Hey!

Sorry, my Taj Mahal isn't edible in the least.

To think I could have made it out of Mr. Tastee Twirl

ice cream.

Johnny Abatti?!

What are you doing up there?!

It's not just me up here - it's my Uncle Nicky, too!

Yo!

Uncle Nicky got in trouble for driving around with no

license plates!

He's gotta do community service with the sanitation

department - for a whole week!

Driving with no license plates?

That's usually an attempt to conceal the fact that --

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't you kids got school or what?

Yeah! Hey, can we have a ride, Uncle Nicky?!

I've always wanted to ride in a garbage truck!

Gina Lash, you comin'?

Well, a free ride's a free ride.

What's that, Johnny Abatti?

It's my world monuments assignment -

The Leaning Tower of Pizza!

Hey, Look! It's Nanette!

Nanette, it's me, Johnny, and Angela and Gina, too!

A garbage truck?

Oh, this is rich.

Drive on, Alfredo!

Drive!

Boy, I wish your Uncle Nicky had to do community service

all the time, Johnny Abatti.

I have a feeling that's not such an unrealistic dream,

Angela.

Eeww. I think I smell garbage!

I think I smell garbage even more.

Maybe that's because Angela Anaconda and the people

standing with her drive around in a sanitation

vehicle, which is the polite way of saying

'GARBAGE TRUCK'!

Oh my!

You rode in a real garbage truck?!

Yep! And it was my idea!

Blessed are those who ensure the cleanliness

of our neighbourhoods.

And since cleanliness is next to godliness,

can I have a ride?

Oh, me too, that is, if there's room

on Gina Lash's lap.

So now Uncle Nicky is giving rides to all of my friends,

which definitely does not include Ninnie-Poo

and her peacock pals.

Ahhh!

Ahhhhhh!

Ugh!

Ahhh!

Today Uncle Nicky's even letting us help him pick up

the trash, and you wouldn't believe all the great

garbage people throw out in their garbage,

including my own family.

Wow, a deflated football.

And it's signed by Derek Anaconda!

Hey, that's your brother.

Look what I found, Angela Anaconda.

My dad's solar-powered sunglasses

powered by the sun!

Hey - Lemmee see those!

Ooo! Lookin' good, Nicko.

[KISS]

Hey, it's Trouty -- my perfectly good fish-shaped

sleeping bag!

You think my mom was trying to throw it out on account

of it smells like feet?

C'mon! I got work to do around here!

Errrr!

[COUGH]

Hi mom!

Hi Ms. Lash!

Don't mind us, we're just going through your trash.

Outta my way, kids.

I got this one.

What is he doing?

Apparently trying to make some sort of impression.

Looks like he impressed her, all right.

[SNIFFING]

Hey, this is good smellin' stuff!

My mom is boycotting perfume on the principle that it

exploits finite resources.

[LAUGH]

I wish she'd exploit my finite resources, huh!

Know what I mean?

[LAUGH]

Uh, guess I'll just use it to impress some other babe.

Nanette Manure's house??

Maybe we should skip it seeing as they think they're

too perfect to even have garbage.

Regardless, Angela Anaconda, we have a civic duty to

collect from all the households in Tapwater

Springs' municipality.

Besides, maybe they threw away somethin' valuable like

gold or a Cappuccino machine or somethin'.

I don't see nothin'.

Just garbage.

Perhaps our expectations were too high.

Perhaps not, Gina Lash!

Uncle Nicky was right!

It IS gold!

W-We are rich!

Let me see!

[GROAN]

This IS just one of Mrs. Brinks' Stellar Student star pins.

You mean the one she awards every month to a new winner

who is always Nanette?

It's all rigged if you ask me.

Finders, keepers!

[clinking glass]

Forgive us for disrupting your quaint school-made

lunches, but perhaps it would be best if people kept

their distance from certain nameless students who were

seen playing in a GARBAGE TRUCK this morning,

Angela Anaconda.

Eewww! -Eewww-woo!

Seeing as they may be dirté, which is French for dirty,

I strongly suggest that anyone who has been

associating with said garbage truck riff-raff,

move immediately to their table.

Everyone else in class is invited to join those

of us with class.

Who wants to trade for one meatball?

Yeah, yeah it's a meatball, come on, come on.

Sorry, Nanette.

But it looks like you're the one who is rejecté,

which is French for "all alone".

We'll just see, Angela Anaconda.

We'll just see.

What are you looking at? EAT!

Who can find France on the map?

[bell rings]

Oh, um, well, class dismissed.

Mrs. Brinks, far be it from me to cast aspersions,

but I was just wondering, isn't it against the law for

minors to be riding around in sanitation vehicles?

Hey, hey, hey! Outta my way, lady!

I'm no lady, I'm Mrs. Brinks!

Mrs. Brinks?!

I didn't do nothin!!

Well, well.

Nicholas "fancy pants" Abatti,

I should have known.

Step off that truck this instant, you hoodlum!

You should be ashamed of yourself, young man!

If it were up to me, I'd sentence you to one week

of community service!

Actually, Mrs. Brinks, I believe some of the blame

should fall on Angela Anaconda.

Seeing as it was her idea.

Mrs. Brinks: Angela Anaconda! Come down here at once!

As for you, I intend to report you to the sanitation

department and put an end to these foolhardy joy rides!

I guess you'll just have to ride to school like a

normal, clean person, Angela Ana-garbage.

Look what fell off the truck, Mrs. Brinks!

Not only is Angela littering,

she's mixing recyclables with regular trash!

I'll recycle you, Nanette Manure,

who thinks she is so squeaky clean.

Did someone say, "squeaky?"

Oh, rats!

Look at the grimy rodents you have attracted,

my waterlogged pal!

"Angela! Angela! Save me!

Save me, oh greatest of community servicers!"

you will beg me.

Fear not, Nanette Man-rat!

Lucky for you, it is garbage day,

and I am here to pick you up!

Sor-ry, there is no more room up front.

Guess you'll have to ride in the back with the rest of

the trash - Litter Nin!

"Help me! Help me!"

you will holler.

Don't worry your grimy little head.

We would certainly refuse to let you become refuse.

Glad we got things all squared away,

I will tell you.

Shame on you, Ninnie Poo, don't you know you're not

supposed to litter?

So now we are at the Parthenon,

and it is important to keep our world beautiful and

garbage-free.

And so I wish you a fond au revoir, which is French for

"good riddance to bad rubbish!"

[SHRIEK]

[bell rings]

I'm late!

Angela Anaconda, you're late!

I would send you straight to the principal if it weren't

for your outstanding world monument project!

What?! -What?!

I just love the peppermint columns!

And did you see the nougat Athena statue inside?

Oooohhh!

Looks good enough to eat!

Mrs. Brinks, are you sure that you want to eat

something that's been carted around in a garbage truck?

Thank you for that reminder, Nanette.

I've suddenly lost my appetite.

Did I mention that my monument is made only of the

finest imported building marzipan from France?

Far more expensive than cheap domestic candy.

Oops!

Sorry Angela Anaconda, but look at the bright side.

Now your Greek ruins are really ruined.

It's trés more authentiqué.

Well, isn't this stunning!

My congratulations, Nanette dear.

This is truly the best monument in the class.

I would say this calls for a Stellar Student Star!

Oh Mrs. Brinks, since Nanette is so concerned

about recycling, maybe you should give her this

Stellar Student Star which I found in her trash!

In the trash??

Would you care to explain yourself, Miss Manoir?

I, uhh, y-you see Mrs. B-Brinks,

umm it was, well, I was, ugh -

Guess we really found gold after all!

[LAUGH]

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