01x20 - Hand Over the Dough

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♪ Once upon a time in Toontown ♪

♪ There was a cat that had it all ♪

♪ Fortune and fame, top of the game ♪

♪ Up until he hit the wall ♪

♪ Now he makes a livin' downtown ♪

♪ Walkin' on a brand new beat ♪

♪ Slippin' through the new day
Trippin' on a two-way ♪

♪ Ticket down a one-way street
Beep beep beep ♪

♪ Who's that cat ♪

[siren]

♪ Crackin' up crime? ♪

♪ Stoppin' the clock ♪

[clock ticking]

♪ Hope he gets here on time ♪

[old car horn]

-♪ Let's go-- ♪
-♪ Bonkers ♪

♪ Yeah! Totally nuts ♪

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-♪ No ifs, ands or but buts ♪

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-♪ Someone's stealin' the show ♪

♪ Can't stay, I gotta go, go! Oh, no! ♪

-♪ Bonkers ♪
-♪ Things gettin' outta control ♪

♪ Now you're caught in a trap
Ready to snap ♪

♪ Snappin' the cap
And you're takin' the rap ♪

♪ But ya can't hold back
That wacky attack ♪

♪ That's why you're still a star ♪

-♪ 'Cause you're-- ♪
-♪ Bonkers ♪

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♪ Wherever you-- wherever you--
Wherever you-- ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ Bonkers ♪

[man] Attention, shoppers!

Mikey muffin from Butterman's bakeries
is in the parking lot

giving away free samples.

Butterman's bakery? Wow!

It's no secret they have
the best pastries in town.

[crowd clamoring]

[crowd] Oh, boy! Oh, my!
pastries, cakes, and pies!

Oh, boy! Oh, my!
pastries, cakes, and pies!

I told you it was no secret.

[muttering]

I hate diets.

Look at this stuff.
Celery, lettuce, carrots.

This isn't food.
It's a floral arrangement.

Nyah! Hee hee hee!

What's the matter, Lucky?

Bet you thought I was gonna
say something else.

Didn't you hear?

They're givin' away
Butterman's pastries! Let's go!

Hey! What's all this?

You plantin' a garden?

Very funny.

[rumbling]

[with an accent] Hi, sailor.
You want to mambo, hmm?

Will you be serious?

Our physicals are next week.

Cops who don't make weight get suspended.

Uhh! Uhh!

[crash]

[squeaking]

Hiya, Fall-Apart.

[squeak] I think, this is yours.

-Thanks.
-[squeak]

[squeak]

You know whenever I want to lose,
I just do a few jumping jacks.

You're kiddin'? And that helps
you lose weight?

Well, no. Usually I just lose an arm
or leg or you know somethin' like that.

You see?

[expl*si*n]

Oh, my garden seed! What was that?

It sounded like an expl*si*n.

Check the back, Bonkers.
I'll take the front.

Right. Gotcha! I'm gone. On the job!

Out of here! Ancient history and facts
similar and thereof and stuff like that.

Hey, where did everyone go?

-What an expl*si*n!
-Tragic!

Horrific!

Honey, get the camera.

Alright, everybody. All right.
Police coming through. Make way.

Oh, boy!

What a mess!

You there, muffin man!
Is this truck your--

My name is Mikey muffin, and yes, sir,
this truck is from Butterman's bakeries.

[grunting]

So, what happened?

Well, I didn't see.

I was signing autographs,
making the little kiddies happy,

when-- kablooey!

Everything's safe out back.

What about here?
All quiet on the grocery front?

Oh, no! Say it isn't true.

Poor Mikey...

Once the famous spokestoon
for Butterman's bakeries, but now, alas,

he's died a broken muffin,
felled in a ghastly pool of...

[slurp] Hmmm. Strawberry frosting.

Bonkers, that's a statue.

This is Mikey.

Oh, sure. [embarrassed chuckle]
I knew that.

Look, it's always same. It's hot out.
The yeast in the cake's heated up

and, uh, kablooey, there was an expl*si*n.

You're probably right.
Well, back to the autographs.

But, Lucky, what if someone
is after muffin?

Maybe they want Butterman's secret recipe?

[dramatic gasp]

Or maybe it's a conspiracy.

Bakery trucks today, tomorrow, the world!

And there goes your bowling night.

Besides, we have to look out
for Mikey-- he's a toon!

And toons stick together, thick or thin,
sink or swim. Regular or decaf?

So, what do you say?

[Lucky] Hey, muffin, hold it!
What's in the bag?

[gulp] The, uh, bag?

Yeah, the, uh, bag.

This, uh, bag?

Yeah, that, uh, bag. What's in it?

Uh, samples.

Yeah, from Butterman's bakeries. Uh-huh.
Uh, chocolate chip cheesecake.

Your favorite, right?

Chocolate chip cheesecake.

Oh, right. Uh, thanks.

Now don't forget to share!

Tut-tut-tut-tut!

Willpower!

That's the real secret to losing weight.

Mmm. Chocolate chip cheesecake.

That's your favorite, isn't it, Lucky?

Mmm. very good.

My pastry.

He ate my pastry.

Oh, man. What I wouldn't give
for a nice, big, juicy--

You know, Lucky, most people can't
stick to a diet the way you have.

-Lucky, you're the best.
-Right.

-I'm really proud of you.
-Right.

-You've got real willpower.
-Right.

-No, seriously.
-Right.

-I really mean it.
-Right.

Now be a good partner and file
this police report upstairs.

[crash]

[crazy laughter]

The dieter's number one rule--
always have a snack snuck away.

It's gone. Ohh.

Looking for this?

He ate my candy bar, too.

You know, if you were a toon,
it would be harder to practice willpower.

On account of because when
a toon is hungry,

alls he has to do is think of the food.

Voila!

Yup, see, if I want a chocolate
malt or an ice-cream sundae,

or some stuff like that,
I just reach up and grab it.

[slurps]

"Just reach up and grab it."

-Out of my way!
-[crash]

Ahh...

One ice cream sundae coming up.

Hey!

Ha ha! Got it!

[ring]

-Detective Bonkers.
-[talking fast]

[gasps]

An expl*si*n... at Butterman's bakeries?

-We're on our way!
-[hangs up]

-[siren blares]
-[brakes screech]

Say, mind if I have the cherry?

He took my cherry, too.

[Lucky] I'm afraid this
expl*si*n was no accident.

Any idea who might have
done something like this?

Well, I have no enemies.

You know, all my life,
they've called me gentle Ben Butterman.

Of course, there was a time when
they called me Blueberry Ben,

but that's when the big ol'
blueberries were in season.

[crash]

Well, you don't have to worry now.

[clears throat] We've got a plan.

You see? Driving a forklift is easy.

And you thought I was going to have
a problem, you big nut! [laughs]

[crash]

[crash]

Don't you worry, we'll find
out who's doing this.

We're going to lure the crook out
with this trailer full of pastries.

It will be a piece of cake.

Yikes!

Bonkers! Aah!

Don't worry, Mr. Butterman!

-We got everything--
-[crash]

under control.

[Lucky] Careful! Watch it!

Look out! Would you slow down!

[vehicle horns blaring]

Finally...

They're gone. [laughing]

Now, to make sure
that they don't come back,

made from my very own special recipe.

A little flour...

A little yeast...

and lots of bang to say the least!

Dough bombs!

[maniacal evil laughter]

[Bonkers] So much for your plan.

We go around the whole city
and not one person tried to blow us up.

Boy! What is this city coming to?

A truck full of pastries, and all I get
to eat is this pathetic little carrot.

[gulp]

Maybe if I close my eyes, I can...
I can imagine that it's some

delicious calorie-laden
delectable delight.

[sniffs]

Hey, what do you know?

It's working.

I can almost smell the aroma
of freshly baked...

Bonkers!

The pastry's supposed to lure
the criminal into the open not you.

We're on a stakeout.
Now, get back into the truck.

[Bonkers humming]

[Bonkers tapping his fingers
on the dashboard]

Don't do that.

Sorry.

[mumbling] Can't believe
I'm sitting here for six hours

with a little genie krupa here.

-Ridiculous.
-[cracking]

Ahem.

[cracking]

[continues cracking]

Hungry?

[grumbling]

Mmm...

Pizza!

Oh, uh, Bonkers, uh... how about
giving your old partnerooni a bite?

Sure.

[slurping]

[Bonkers] Ahh.

[b*mb approaching] Did you hear something?

Just dough bombs.

Dough bombs?

[both scream]

Well, congratulations, Lucky.
Looks like your plan worked.

[another b*mb approaching]

[both scream]

Lucky, where are you?

-[Lucky groaning]
-Oh, there you are.

[ticking]

[slurp]

Mmm.

[gulp] Ahh.

Mmm.

Cinnamononan.

Lucky? Lucky? [gasps] Lucky, is that you?

You look so-- so pale, so pasty looking.

However you've lost a few pounds.

See, I knew that willpower would work.
Now don't try to move.

First let me make
sure everything's a-okay.

Bonkers, what are you doing?

Checking to make sure you
have a heartbeat.

-[ticking]
-A-ha! You do!

That ought to make you feel happy.

-[ticking continues]
-That's not me.

-I'm me.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, do you have a heartbeat?

Of course, I have a heartbeat.

A very rapid one at this point.

So does he. So he must be you.

That's just a blob of dough.
How can it possibly have a heart--

A b-b-b-b*mb.

A ticking b*mb.

Heh heh. Funny.

-Sounds just like a heartbeat.
-[expl*si*n]

Hmm, fine.

Diets and dough bombs.

[groans] The life of a cop.

I talked to Butterman.

He's not worried about
the damage to his truck.

But he is worried about Mikey.

In fact, [muffled] he wants us
to stop by his house.

Will you chew?

Now, Mr. I've-got-all-the-answers-pants,

just how are we supposed
to get to Mikey's?

Fall-Apart Rabbit.

I called and he's coming over
to picking us up in his Fall-Apart car.

I don't know, Fall-Apart.
This car doesn't look very... safe.

-Neither does this one.
-[cranking]

[clank]

That's what he said?

Yeah, that's probably where
I heard it, too.

Hey, my arms are tired.
Would you mind driving?

Sure. Just pull over and -- whoa!

[honk]

[honk]

[brakes screech]

[panting]

Want me to wait and give you
a ride back to the station?

-No.
-No.

Okay bye-bye.

[car noises]

[Lucky] Some house.

Muffin's done pretty good making
commercials for Butterman's bakeries.

[ding dong]

No answer.

Probably playing pat-a-cake with
a couple blueberry eyed popovers.

Or he could be the next victim
getting popped by the dough b*mber!

[gasp] Look here. An open window.

Yeah, well, stay away from it, all right?

Remember, breaking and entering
applies to police, too.

Not if we suspect the owner's
life to be in jeopardy.

Yikers! Look at this place, Lucky.

Either Mikey's a really messy cook,
or the dough b*mber's already been here.

Ohh... what's this?

You're right on both counts.
Mikey is the dough b*mber.

Mikey? The dough b*mber?
Why, that would mean that he was...

Trying to put Butterman out of business.

Yes! And why would he do that?

-[ticking]
-To start his own business.

Unless, of course, he wanted
to start his own business.

Oopsie.

[sighs] This is my fault. I should've been
helping you look for Mikey

instead of munching on muffins.

Yeah and I should've known you were
coming so I could've baked you a cake.

Well, don't worry.

I baked you a cake b*mb instead!

And when this goes off, kablooey!

They all go off.

You have to admit.
He is a clever little cookie...

for a muffin, that is.

Oh, and you might be interested to know,

I've added a special ingredient
to my dough bombs--

real dynamite! [maniacal laughter]

I still don't get it.
Why b*mb Butterman's bakeries?

Like I told you, I'm going
into business for myself.

And I want to make sure
Mikey's muffins are numero uno!

Don't you watch your commercials?

No pastry's as good as
a Butterman's pastry.

[gulp]

You're right. But mine soon will be!

Which reminds me.
I got a secret recipe to steal.

Muffin, wait! Think about it.
This is all wrong!

Yeah, I know, but, hey,
even muffins go bad. Ha ha! See ya!

Well, Lucky, make a wish. I'm about
to blow out the candle on our cake b*mb.

[inhales deeply]

Oops! I think my wish was...

I wish I didn't do that.

[Bonkers] I hope this tastes
as good as it looks.

-Bonkers...
-Sorry. Forgot. You're on a diet.

[ding]

I learned that at school.

You learned that at a police
academy school?

No. Elementary, my dear Lucky. Elementary.

-You just slipped out of the rope?
-Yeah.

But you could've walked over
and snuffed out the fuse.

But that's not funny.

[chuckles] Well, what are we waiting for?
We got a muffin to stop.

Muffin to stop. Oh, man.

[gulp]

mmm.

Oh.

Nothing like having a couple
of cookies with a close friend.

I knew I should've hired
that toon cupcake.

Now... how about that secret recipe?

Okay, okay.
The recipe is in my desk drawer.

Thanks.

And, oh...

Here!

Have a cookie before you go.

[machines shut off]

Turn out the lights, Mikey!
The party's over!

[Lucky] It's just an expression.
Now, turn on the lights.

Sorry.

Well, I guess you caught me
fair and square.

But before you take me in,

do you think I could have one last cookie?

Please?

A toon-brownie.
That's who I should've hired.

Well, they work cheaper than muffins.

Go ahead, Bonkers.
Give the muffin a cookie.

After all, he's being cooperative.

Let's see, do you want chocolate chip,
blueberry, pecan?

How about a nice... surprise!

Whoa!

[laughs] Sucker!

I think I'll keep this just
in case someone

wants to shut off your little ride.

Not so fast, muffin man!

-[blowing]
-Ooh! Aah!

Are you sure you wouldn't like some...
chocolate chip cheesecake?

Your favorite.

Willpower, Lucky.

Ohh!

Willpower!

Right. W-w-willpower.

Sorry. I'm on a diet.
And you're under arrest.

You have to catch me first!

Why, even a toon danish
would never behave this way.

Oh... [whimpers]

-[both ] Whoa!
-[crash]

Help! No! Stop it! I ca... ooh.

[whirs to stop]

oh, well.

That's the way the cookie
crumbles. [chuckles]

Well, Lucky,

looks like we caught ourselves a real
hardened criminal this time.

Of course, I could've hired
a peach cobbler

or maybe a toon raspberry tart

or a couple of cute cream puffs

or maybe a cholesterol-filled
chocolate eclair.

Yes, I did it. I lost the weight.

How are you doing?

Fine.

All it takes is a little willpower.

Mmm. Real good.

[theme music playing]