01x09 - Still a Few Bugs in the System

[bunniefuu]

We all here took a sniff and

toilet sip and saw it

through the sky. I'm

all

set.

Hunter is a hero hound Leader of the

pack That was off. Calling Pumps from

London Town Watch your feet attack Why

all?And Shaw's Pump Siberia With

superposal sight You have slacked me.

With shoes on posterior His box works

than his bikes I was puffing. Shag is

strong from head to toe A coward through

and through Muscle stack, it's gonna blow

Or a screw or two They fight for right

those day and night In every episode All

together now. Now it's time to hit the

ground Ghostbubbers

Hi-yah! It's

on George Clo- It's Duckie 10

With your speed, you would make great

pizza delivery boy.

I put them in Siberian deep freeze.

I'm tired of playing with these poppy

dogs. Let the brushy biting begin.

That's enough already. I want to go home.

Let's muzzle them. That's a good idea.

This is very difficult. Can you find

little Bunny Rabbit in this picture?

Uh, good job.

That

was tough. Ohh Simply drink food.

Man oh man, I think that's a good

salon.

Sometimes we look like little

leaguers. That

Rottweiler. It's a shame your Kano

mutants don't fight with his passion.

Perhaps it's time to try a different

approach.

I love bugs completely

and unconditionally. They are my life's

work and they are my very best

friends.

Bugs are survivors. The mighty

dinosaurs perished from the earth.

Plagues and wars have ravaged

mankind, but bugs have managed

to thrive. Now, with the nuclear

age come great dangers in the form of

toxic waste and our ultimate nightmare,

a global nuclear winter.

Insects will be the only survivors.

If the human race is to continue, we must

not simply study bugs. We

must become bugs.

All of this and more can be found in my

latest book, I Bug. And with the

proper funding, I'll be able to

approve my theories.

Professor. Yes.

Fill in whatever amount you need to

finish your research. An

anonymous patron who believes in your

work and who now has a vested interest.

Enjoying the music, kids?

Isn't Mozart soothing?Oh,

time for your radiation.

Amazing. That's the biggest show I've

ever given you. You're not getting

weaker. The radiation is actually

making you stronger. In a nuclear

winter, you'll become invincible.

Professor, allow me to introduce you to

your one and only patron, General Parvo.

Well, it was either funding you or

investing in a Broadway show, but

theater people can be so highmaintenance.

I'm on onI'm here for a status

report, Professor. All right, but

I have some concerns about you making me

change the subjects of my experiments

from ants to fleas and ticks.

And I object to these restricted areas

in my lab. Your lab.

This is my lab, Professor.

I paid for it. Every brick, every

microchip, every bug. Greta here

provided you with the fleas, ticks and

mange. And so your progress.

Well, I won't be finished with my

research for years. You don't

understand. What do you have for me today?

Now. But I'm not finished.

That's what you think.

What is that?The cano

mutator. It's used mainly for

dogs, but I've added some new

options to accommodate your research.

Something I call the bug hibachi.

A magnificent flea! A

marvelousBlood-sucking

tick.

And the ever-glorious Mange.

No! You've perverted my

research into these monsters.

You're a sick man, Barvel. Now you've

gone and hurt my feelings. Destroy him.

No! Stop! Father!

I said destroy him.

No one harms father. Oh,

now, now, there's no cause for

violence yet.

Professor, I funded your dreams when

others wouldn't even listen to

you. Can't we come to some mutually

beneficial arrangement?

Flea, stop. Let's hear what the

man has to say.

Oh, yes, yes, Flea.

Let's talk.

Rovers, your services are needed. An

expl*si*n has just struck the T-bone dog

biscuit factory in upstate New York.

What is Shag's problem?He says

this time it's personal. Find out

who is responsible and bring them to

justice. We're there. Oh, just

one last thing before we go, Master.

What's that?How do you do that thing with

your eyes?Special effects.

I did not know that. Let's hit the road,

Rovers.

Wait a minute. What's this?

Over here, lads. This trail is fresh.

And these tracks are a total mystery. And

they head straight to Jempa Rink.

Can you crack the lock exile?Piece of

beans. Can of cake. Come on, already.

Open it. Open it. Quit rushing me.

close it. close it.

Well, we can either stand and fight. Or.

Or we can muzzle them.

Well, that would be mean, sadistic and

cruel. Is that a problem?Works for me.

Muzzle here, boy. It's playtime.

OK, guys, it's the usual rules. And as

always, not cheating. Hey, I don't know

what you're talking about. All my friends

in Germany call me honest blitz,

right?Or one of them. OK,

everybody, Andy up. The name of the game

is Stad Poker. On account of that's with

I am a Stad. That's funny. I

don't hear the familiar sounds of mass

destruction that always go along with

muzzle. That's odd.

No way.

What is wrong with this picture?

Boy dog meets girl dog.

Isn't romance wonderful?Is

evil part romance?Yet another

unexpected twist. Bummer. I'm

here to see to it that all you dogs go

to heaven. Or worse.

You three have a simple job. Tear apart

the Road Rovers.

This... This isn't right. Sit down,

Professor, if you want to keep your

funding and your health. Road Rovers,

let's roll!

Admit it, I'm good. Do I have to?

Maybe not.

Don't let that acid spewing thing touch

me. Exile,

do something.

These times like this, I wish I stayed

inside medium.

Why, these bugs are even more treacherous

than I had imagined. Oh, I

love it when you laugh.

No, this is not what I intended.

Flee, tick, mange, stop.

Don't harm these creatures. They are not

your enemy. Yes,

dog's not true enemy.

Gone.

Professor Atwater, this is the end of

a beautiful partnership. Groomer, let's

move out now. I paid top dollar for those

mutants, and I have no intention of

losing them.

The old revolving wall escape trick.

Bummer numero dos. I'm working on my

Spanish. Ay, caramber.

Hey, thanks for calling off the Goon

Squad, pal. The least I could do, but you

must help me. Please, stop my

babies from harming themselves or others.

Babies?You know, I think the professor's

wires are seriously crossed. You

should duck.

Aw, there, there, Romeo. There'll be

other girl dogs.

Let's hit the road, rovers.

Oh, look who left the trail. We tick and

main. Oh, no. I think I know where

they're headed. The upstate nuclear power

plant.

Flea will make nuclear winter.

Only insects will survive.

Invention.

Good luck. And try not to hurt my little

ones. I'm really not worried about them.

They can take care of themselves. I'm the

fragile one. You're the weird one.

Dara-dee! No! Martina!

These boots were made for stopping. Who's

next then?How's it scratching, buddy?A

little flea joke there.

Ooh, sounds like strep.

The tear gas is loaded. Target flea and

prepare to fire.

No. Quick! Release, Greta! Have her get

rid of that mongrel!

I hate to rain on your parade, Muzz, but

this is a bad time for a romantic

interlude.

She already has a boyfriend.

Muzzle's gonna blow! Go,

boy! Muzzle the ship!

Oh, it sounds awful. The horror.

Once I destroy reactor core,

only insects will survive.

Okay, I gotta stop this big bug from

destroying the world, but at least I got

a cool suit.

I know we've got that whole dog flea

thing happeninghere, but let's say we

give peace a chance, okay?

Farewell, dog.

Adios, Muchacho.

No fleas. Stand back, Professor.

Stop this flea right now.

Stop. Father.

You will all perish in a

nuclear winter!

There's your nuclear winter. It's my

Siberian deep freeze. Old

family recipe. Oh, right.

Thank you, Exile. I will never forget

this. I will love you always.

We need long dock.

Get us out of here, Gruber. Aye, sir.

I just made this ship detailed.

One big, happy nuclear family.

Oh, my little Miss Guard at once. You

were trying to help, but you went about

it all wrong. Now

there's an understatement for you. Well

done, Road Rovers. You're good dogs.

Good, Good dogs. We would have done

better if it wasn't for loud, crazy

muzzle.

Don't worry, boy. You'll find the right

girl someday.

Okay, ShagTime to send them back to their

proper home.

They can take away my funding, and they

can take away my lab, but they can't take

away my friends.

And you bugs are my very best

friends. What?You have a plan?

Tell me. Tell me everything. Really?

Oh, yes. Don't worry. You can

count on me.