01x19 - View to a Brinks // Injury to Insult

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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.

We never meant for it to go this far.

It was just gonna be another hum drum Saturday in

Tapwater Springs.

[PANTING]

Until it wasn't.

Hum drum, I mean.

Chicken pizza, [CHUCKLE] that's crazy talk!

I ran... the... the... whole way...the whole way...here.

Excusez-moi!

John, tell Nonna that I'm here to pick up a box of her

fine Italian deserts.

Ooh-la-la just loves the Tiramisu.

What is it, Gina Lash?

I was looking through the window at Mapperson's,

wondering just how many nuts are in the glaze

of their honey nut glaze.

Get to the point Gina Lash!

Oh, yeah, anyway, I turned to walk down the street,

towards Budgie Burger, not forgetting to stop by

The House of Sweets to sample the truffle of the week.

And?

It was chocolate mint.

[SIGH]

Anyway, The House of Sweets is right next to Sergio's

Sporting Goods, and you won't believe who I saw

coming out of the store?

Let me guess.

It was Mr. Brinks!

And he was carrying a brand new backyard badminton set!

And you all know what that means!

NAKED BRINKS BADMINTON!!!

What did you say?

Uh, nothing.

Come on guys, let's go, uh, for a jog.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I thought we were gonna go watch naked Br-

Our plan was simple.

Secure the fort, see the Naked Brinks' naked,

then, well, that's as far as the plan went.

[BRINKS' GIGGLING]

What good is having a treehouse that overlooks

the Brinks' backyard if there's a big overgrown hedge

blocking the backyard?

That's no overgrown hedge.

That's my topiary!

It must be responding to the Guerrilla Grow I feed it!

Angela: Well, what are you waiting for?

Come on Gordy, chop away!

Chop away? I couldn't think of it!

Can't you just snip a little bit off the top?

[GASP]

Would you ask a man to snip off a piece

of his own heart?!

Okay, okay, don't get excited.

Here, take a hit.

We need to put on our thinking caps and think of a plan.

There must be some way to see naked Brinks Badminton.

How about if I borrow an apron from Mapperson's and

pose as a delivery person?

Are you kidding, Gina Lash?

You would go into Mapperson's and not come out for days.

But what marvelous days those would be.

Hey, let's tunnel in!

I saw it in a prison movie once.

No.

I can't breathe in underground confined spaces.

Stupid thinking cap.

How about we rent a hot air balloon and - never mind.

My inhaler would never work at that altitude.

Well, there's only one thing left to do - build higher!

Johnny, Gina and Gordy searched for scraps of wood,

and I borrowed a hammer and nails from my Dad's workshop.

Things were falling into place.

But we still had one little problem that wasn't so little.

How are we going to get the wood up?

My Grandpa's got a cherry picker!

In Sicily.

Okay, we need a box or basket of some sort

and some rope.

We'll throw the rope over a branch

and devise a pulley system.

I've got an apple basket!

Uncle Nicky always keeps lotsa rope in his trunk.

Good!

You two go and rendezvous back here at o-five,

umm, oh just meet back here.

Gina Lash's plan was going according to plan.

Come on Angela, pull!

I wanna ride!

Johnny Abatti, get out and hoist!

All right, I climb first because if it weren't for me,

we wouldn't have known about naked Brinks Badminton

in the first place.

However, being the diplomatic person I am,

I'll let someone else be the first to climb.

We were closer to our dream than we'd ever dreamt.

Little did we know, that just a few blocks away,

the enemy was painting it's nails.

This red is so glamorous.

It's from Paris.

Do you think we could do my nails next?

NO.

Okay.

Ahh!

You fool!

Look what you've done to my sensitive porcelain skin!

I'm sorry, there was a noise and I...

Please don't hate me.

What is that?!

What is that hideous aberration blocking my

picturesque view?

I won't stand for this!

January, Karlene?

My coat.

Cover me, on account of I'm going up.

Well? Whadaya see?

[GASP]

Are they n-n-naked?

Can you see the ocean?

I can see - A badminton birdie thing.

It's called a shuttlecock.

It is.

[SCREAM]

SHUTTLECOCK!!!

What are you doing, Johnny Abatti?

That was our ticket to the Brinks' backyard.

We could have returned it and seen them up-close

and naked.

But I had to get rid of it, it had naked germs all over it.

We knew what we had to do.

My troops searched for more wood.

We still needed to build higher still.

What did you lose?

A ring? A contact lens?

What was left of your mind?

What do you want, Nanette Manoir?

Oh, it's quite simple really.

I've noticed that you've built an addition to your

cozy little tree shack, but I'm sorry to say that it's

blocking my normally picturesque view.

I'm afraid your little home improvement project

will have to be halted and disassembled.

Or we're going to tell!

Tell who? The treehouse police?

Come on guys, back to work!

We're only inches away from yards of naked Brinks'.

It was getting late, but lucky for us,

Gina Lash had thought of another plan she thought of,

using our human bodies, 'cause we couldn't find

anymore wood.

She said that she got to be on top on account of I got

to climb last time and both of the plans were her ideas.

[SCREAM]

Ow. My back, it's broken.

Did you hear that?

Mr. Brinks: Your serve, lovey-dove!

And that's how we got here.

Tired, hungry, broken.

Hey, where are you going?

I'm tired.

I'm hungry.

I'm broken.

Angela: What are you talking about?

We came here with a plan that was all planned.

We came here to see naked Brinks.

Are you guys really giving up?

Uh-huh. Looks that way.

Well, Angela Anaconda, it looks like you've done

nothing to take down that hideous aberration you've

built onto your tree house.

I'm afraid my only choice is to chop down

the entire tree.

You can't do that!

Oh, can't I?

I couldn't find my father, but paid help is just as effective.

Begin chopping Alfredo.

Chop, Chop.

No, no, wait a minute I - AHHHH!

So what if my friends are tired and broken?

At least I will get to see the naked Brinks in all

their naked-ocity with the help of Johnny Abatti's

hot air balloon.

"Up, up, and away", I will say,

as I rise to the occasion.

But all is not well, since it appears

I am under attack.

"Fear not my hideous aberrations,

I will tell you, "Angela and her merry band are here

to serve your every need."

So bon appetite, which is French for choke on this!

"Mrrrmrmmr mrrmr mrrm rmm" you will try to cry.

But, don't look now, nin-com-nettie-poo,

for your hired hand and handy nail painters have

been turned into hapless hedges.

Lucky for you, Gordy is an expert topiary trimmer.

[SCREAMING]

You will scream.

"Look out," I will warn you!

It looks like it is time for Gina Lash's power serve.

Fare thee well na-noying Manoir.

I will fly high enough to see the naked Brinks'

and no one will stop me!

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

Alfredo, what are we paying you for?

Let the chopping begin!

Alfredo?

Pardon me madam, but it's time for my ten minute break.

Unions.

As soon as Alfredo is done with his break,

that tree is coming down.

We have ten minutes.

Think of something Gina Lash!

I, uh...

okay, we could... no.

Maybe if we...

I've got it!

If this basket can haul wood,

why can't it haul people?

Okay, now pull, and pray this branch holds all our weight!

I can see Brinks' badminton rackets.

I can see Brinks' hair!

I can see Brinks' face!

I can see Brinks'!

[GAGGING]

[SHRIEKING]

Ick.

Must... save... others from... deeply disturbing sight...

permanent... mental damage...

Finally my picturesque view is restored and that hideous

aberration is abolished!

I knew you'd see things my way, Angela!

Actually Nanette, I think it is Mrs. Brinks you must

thank, because, she's the thing we saw that made us

see things your way, on account of these were things

that we did not need to see, see?

Mrs. Brinks! Mrs. Brinks, I must thank you for -

Mrs. Brinks: Good heavens!

Nanette: AHHHH!

Game, set, match.

Apparently today is t*rture day on account of my dimwit

brothers have been torturing me all day.

Hey Cyclops, pass the potatoes.

[GROWL]

Derek!

Sorry.

Hey Cyclops, pass the potatoes, please.

[LAUGH]

[GROAN]

Boys, it's bad enough Angela has to wear that

thing till her pink eye clears up,

don't make it worse.

All right, mom, we'll stop teasing the Cyclops.

[LAUGH]

Don't listen to them, Angel-wings,

I think the eye-patch looks good.

It makes you look kind of like a pirate!

Oh h*! Shiver me timbers!

A pirate?!

Yeah! And if you want, I could whip up a black eye patch

for you.

What do you think?

Arr, me hearties!

Make them scurvy swine walk the plank!

What I think is that having one eye is looking better

all the time!

Cool eye-patch, Angela!

I wish I had pink eye!

Ompf!

You and everyone else, matey,

on account of I feels in me bones that today I am going

to be the center of the center of attention!

Angela Anaconda!

You will remove that ridiculous eye-patch this minute!

Arrrgh!

Would ye have me reveal the horrors o' me pink eye

to me lubbery crew?

I have a note.

Pink eye!?

Oh, Angela, conjunctivitis is a dreadful condition.

Why just last week my husband Connie

caught it in both eyes!

My apologies, young lady.

Perhaps you should move to the other side of the room

to fully utilize your functioning eye.

Take that seat.

What? But this is my seat???

Yes, that's right.

You always were the compassionate one,

Nanette dear.

Come, come now, switch seats.

Aye, aye, Cap'n!

Cap'n Brinks.

[LAUGH] I like the sound of that.

Ouch!

Watch where you're walking, Angela Anaconda,

you stepped on my dancing toe!

And only two days before your big dance performance!

Sorry, Nanette, on account of me eyesight's

missing at sea!

What's missing at sea is your poise and coordination,

not that you ever had any!

Nanette Manoir!

Whatever has gotten into you!

Saying such a hurtful thing to poor, nearly blind Angela.

I'm sure you'll want to apologize.

Apologize?

To Angela?!

But Mrs. Brinks?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Sorry, Angela.

Aye, 'tis a good day to be One-Eyed Angela.

Strike three!

Look everybody, Angela struck out!

How can you be expected to "keep your eye on the ball"

in your condition?

Why don't you just take your base?

Aye, aye, Cap'n!

Humph!

Can any of you tell me who America was named after?

Angela Anaconda?

Amerigo Vespoooochee!

A sailor o' the high seas, like me.

And me pirate crew!

Arrr!

Why Angela, for your unparalleled enthusiasm

despite your afflicted condition,

I am awarding you a gold star!

Class dismissed.

Making me apologize!

Answering my questions!

Getting my gold stars!

I won't let Angela get away with this.

It was a fair morning that was fair,

when I looked to the port side o' me face and thar

I saw a sight to chill the blood!

Gently, Alfredo!

I don't know if I can handle another shock.

But, but, but, I was just getting to the good part.

Oh my dear sweet Nanette!

What ever has happened to you?!

Don't you remember?

Angela Anaconda "accidentally" stepped on my dancing toe.

Angela Anaconda, shame on you!

But I barely touched her!

Your boundless insensitivity is nothing to be proud of.

But, you gave me a gold star and everything.

Remember?

Are you comfy-cozy now, dear?

I may pass out from the pain at any second,

but I wouldn't dare let that interfere with a single

moment of your superior tutelage.

I hope my teaching is even half as inspiring as your

dancing toe is brave.

I just hope my tears don't obscure my view

of the blackboard.

Aaaargh!

Angela! Don't roll your eye!

Maybe she couldn't help it, Mrs. Brinks.

Just like she couldn't help crushing my dancing toe and

dashing my plans to star in the upcoming dance recital.

Gee, Angela. That was kinda mean.

But I didn't wreck her dumb dancing toe, Johnny Abatti!

I just kind of accidentally mooshed it by accident!

And there I saw my dancing toe.

Wilted like a crushed rose.

Awwww! Poor Nanette.

Something smells fishy, Gina Lash!

It's not the calamari.

No, I mean Nanette's toe.

Did you notice how it didn't start hurting until

Mrs. Brinks gave me one of her gold stars?

That's because she's faking it, Angela Anaconda.

Just like the cafeteria's trying to fake us into

believing this "sea food" came from the sea.

If only I could think of a way to trick Ninnie-wart

into standing up so everyone would know what a fake

un-French faker she really is.

Hey Nanette, want me to hold your flowers so you don't

get any French gourmet food on them?

Why Angela, you being considerate -

what a pleasant surprise.

Whoops!

AH! My lovely camellias!!

[GASPS]

Ohhh, my delicate injured toe!

Holy cow, her hurt toe really is hurt!

What is going on here?!

Angela hurt Nanette's toe some more.

I'm sorry, Nanette.

Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

Well, I could use someone to assist me in my

everyday school activities.

That might help ease my suffering.

Um, is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?

Angela!

You will assist Nanette as required until such time as

she recovers and that is final.

No! No! No! That's all wrong!

When you're writing my papers remember,

"A heart, a flower, a smiley guy,

but never a dot on top of an 'I'."

I got it!

[LAUGHS]

"And that is why Christopher Columbus was really French.

No! No!

When you finish my report, you don't bow!

Bowing is so bourgeois.

You curtsey!

[GROAN]

And that magnificent report earns you another gold star,

Nanette.

And now, where is your report, Angela?

I, I couldn't do it on account of I had to do Nan-

If suffering children like Nanette can do their

reports, then you with your ten healthy toes have no excuse!

And speaking of toes, Mrs. Brinks,

I would just like to apologize again to everyone

for my unfortunate inability to perform in this

afternoon's dance recital.

There is no need for you to apologize, Nanette.

If anything, it is Angela who owes us an apology.

Boy, too bad Angela can't just push Nanette

around on stage.

Shouldn't Nanette be out here with us?

I'm trying to spare her the strain of rehearsal before

the big performance!

Angela Anaconda!

You are not playing a lawnmower in this

botanical ballet!

If you weren't Nanette's feet,

I'd remove you from the stage this instant!

Now go fetch Nanette, it's almost show time!

[GROANING]

I'm not near stinky enough to be Nincom Noodle's feet!

Mustn't forget my tiara.

She is faking it!

And I've been slaving over her like a sl*ve!

Mrs. Brinks: Let's go, Angela! Move it!

Well, don't just stand there in awe.

My audience is waiting.

So, Nanette is feeling not so very bad after all!

Looks like life is just one big pleasure cruise for you,

Ninnie-Poo!

That is until you meet up with Cap'n Angela and the

Pirate's pirate ship.

"Spare me! Spare me, Oh Pink Eye,"

you will beg.

Sorry Little Nin, but Gina Lash already fired the

calamari cannon!

Welcome aboard, me fake French matey.

Make yourself at home.

And don't you worry, we'll make sure you enjoy the trip!

But seeing as how you won't be awarded any gold stars

for your most unimpressive swabbing,

now it is time for some entertaining entertainment!

[SQUAWK] Entertaining Entertainment! Dance!

Parrot Johnny will squawk.

Allow me to introduce you, Spinning Nin,

to your secret dancing partner,

who is none other than Cap'n Brinks,

all decked out for the occassion.

Now I wish I had pink eye in both me eyes on account of

I think I am going to be seasick at what I see!

Aaaahhh!!!

You will scream.

But don't you fret, Silly Nanilly.

I know just the thing to get your delicate sea legs

back into shape.

Fire!

AHHHHHH!!!

A-vast me, Ninnies.

Thar she goes!

[LAUGHING]

Ta-da!

[CHEERS]

My adoring audience! They love me! They love me!

Shouldn't you take a bow, Nanette?

I told you, bowing is so bourgeois!

When you address my adoring fans, you curtsey.

Thank you! Thank you!

Behold the faker!

I, I... I've been cured!

It's a miracle!

She's a miracle child!

But, but...

Your pink eye's gone!

Oh, we got two miracle childs!

OW!

Oh well.

At least now I won't have to push Nanette around

while she pushes me around.

Heh. Arr!

♪♪