03x12 - The Tattletale

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful day ♪

♪ To have a little fun
The Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

♪ There's lots to do at Granny's house
Games to play and ba*ls to bounce ♪

♪ Let's jump and slide
And holler "hooray!" ♪

♪ Sylvester, Bugs, and Daffy
Taz and Lola too ♪

♪ Tweety's such a sweetie ♪

♪ Now all we need is you ♪

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful day ♪

♪ To play the Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

Woo-hoo!

Ooh, fritzies.

What's the trouble, Daffy?

These scissors don't cut.
Can I use the ones in the kitchen?

Oh, my, no.

You little ones
mustn't use those scissors.

They're very, very sharp.

And if you slipped,
they could give you a bad, bad owie.

What if I'm extra, extra careful?

I'm sorry, but no.

And that's a rule everyone must obey.

Is that clear?

-Sure.
-Yes, Granny.

-[phone ringing]
-Oh, I've gotta get the phone.

I'll be right back.

-Where's Daffy going?
-Beats me.

[Daffy humming]

Hey, hold on there, Daff.

Granny just said
you can't use those scissors.

Nonsense.

You just gotta know
what you're doing, is all.

[all gasping]

Whoopsie.

Granny!

Daffy's using the big scissors
that you said we can't use,

'cause they're too sharp
and can give us bad owies.

Oh.

Daffy Horatio Tiberius Duck.

I said you weren't to use those scissors.
You're in trouble, little mister.

Lola, you were very responsible,
telling me that Daffy took those scissors.

He could have hurt himself,
or somebody else.

[indistinct chatter]

Hmph!

[humming]

I love when she does this.

Lunch is...

served.

[all cheering]

Enjoy.

Taz, is that Hairy Gary
dancing over there?

Huh?

No Gary. [shouts] Where sandwich?

[crying]

Heavens. What's all the ruckus?

Sylvester stole Taz's sandwich piece
when Taz wasn't looking.

Now, would I do that?

I-- [stammering]

Sorry?

[grumbles indistinctly]

But I'm still so hungry.

Well, silly, just ask me for more.

Lola, good job speaking up for Taz.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, yeah, Taz?
Just wait till she turns on you.

Just you wait.

[all laughing]

-Hey!
-Don't, Taz!

Granny!

Taz knocked over Melissa
and Petunia's sand building.

[Taz] Woo-hoo! [grumbles indistinctly]

Taz, dear, come here, please.

[grumbles indistinctly]

I think you were just having fun,
weren't you?

Uh-huh.

But you did knock down Melissa
and Petunia's building.

[grumbles indistinctly]

-Yeah.
-I know you didn't mean to,

but we still need to be aware
of where we are

so we can respect
other people's work. Okay?

Okay.

[crying]

Goodness.

No need to thank me.

Well, we were gonna knock it over
in a minute, anyway.

Can't say I didn't warn you, chum.

Time for your naps, little ones.

[all] Aw.

Pleasant dreams.

Ah.

Granny!

These guys are playing, and it's naptime,
and nobody's napping.

[all snoring]

Let's try to stay just like this
until naptime is over.

Hmm.

-[footsteps approaching]
-Huh?

[dramatic music playing]

Hmm!

[all shouting and laughing]

Yay! Play time!

[Melissa] Psst. Bugs.

-This has gotta stop.
-Hmm?

Ehh, who are you talking about?

[both] Lola!

-She's out of control.
-She's out to get us.

Come on, it's not that bad, is it?

Hmm.

I see what you mean.

Okay, here's what we gotta do.

-Run, Bill. Faster! Faster!
-Go, Scratching Post, go!

Hurry, Magic, catch them.

Oh, sorry. I think, the race is over.

Yup, back to the stable for you.

[crying]

Hey, guys, can I play?

There's no room in our family
for tattletales.

-Yeah, no room.
-Sorry.

What? Huh?

[grunting robotically]

[mimicking laser blasts]

Nothing can stop this giant robot.

[grunting robotically]

Um, hi, guys.

Huh.

Wow, you stopped the giant robot.
You're like some kind of secret weapon.

Bugs, nobody wants to play with me.

Well, that's because everyone thinks
you want to get them in trouble.

-What?
-It's your own fault, Lola.

[groans]

Oh, little ones, I've got... Oh.

Tell me, Lola.

What could cause such a sad face?

Well, Tweety spilled some paint,

Bugs left the batteries on
for the kooky car,

Petunia didn't throw away her juice box.

Nobody likes me!

Why wouldn't the others like you?

They think I want to get them in trouble.

But I'm just telling you
what bad stuff they're doing,

like you wanted me to, right?

Oh.

Telling me when somebody
is doing something dangerous

or mean or hurtful is one thing, dear.

Being a tattletale is something else.

Melissa called me a tattletale too.
What's that mean?

Tattling is when you tell on other people
to get them in trouble,

or to make you feel more important,

not because you're worried
about their safety or well-being.

Oh.

I think I understand now.

-Thanks, Granny.
-My pleasure, dear.

Who wants milk and cookies?

[all] We do!

-Wait. I need to tell on someone.
-[all] Huh?

-Well, who do you have to tell on, Lola?
-Me.

I've been a tattletale, and I'm sorry.
I promise I won't do it anymore.

Can I play with you guys again?

How do we know
this isn't some sort of trick?

Oof. Hey, watch it!

-Don't listen to him, Lola.
-Apology accepted!

Grab those cookies and let's go play.

[all cheering]

Oh, Granny,
I have one more thing to tell you.

You're the best.

Oh, now that's something
I don't mind hearing.

[theme music playing]