01x39 - Imagine That

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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 ♪

-♪ Bonkers ♪
-♪ No ifs, ands or but buts ♪

-♪ Bonkers ♪
-♪ 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 ♪

-♪ Bonkers ♪
-♪ Bonkers ♪

♪ Bonkers ♪

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

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ Bonkers ♪

[elevator rings]

[dings]

Forty-five minutes early.
I'm running late.

It at least take an hour
to get ready for Bonkers.

[yells]

Hey, Bonkers! You're early.

No, I'm late, too late.
Don't just sit there. Come on!

It's right over there. Look!
Just look at it.

You destroy my office and drag me out here

to show me a drawing of a tree,
a mailbox, and a book?

Wash that mouth out
with soap, you bad-- bad-- bad boy.

All I said, was a tree, a mail--

Filthy, filthy, filthy.

Don't you know
that's toon graffiti Mr. Man?

Toon to toon, I should know.
I've been one most of my life.

-What it really means is you can't...
[whispering]

Whoa, hold the-- It does? It means that?

Oh, sorry, pal. Really, I--

I had no idea,

but, you know, to a human,
like, oh, say me, for example,

it's really not all that bad.

We have to wipe this clean.

Remove every smear, smidgen,
every smudge of a smidgen.

[gasps] I missed a whole half a molecule.
We'll have to, sandblast!

[coughs] Yeah, well fine then.

I'll be in the office if you need me.
Knock yourself out.

[Bonkers screams]

Turn your back, close your eyes,
bury your head.

Whatever you do, don't look!

It's so gratifying to see
the public admiring my creation.

Gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling
down deep where my heart should be.

Hey, Bonkers, careful. No, don't.
That wall's government property.

Leave it... Ouch.

G-a-s-p. Gasp!

Oh, no, no, no, Bonkers, not the car,
anything but the car.

This car has to last me til retirement.

Oh, this is evidently evidence.

We'll save it to show the chief.

[sighs] Look, Bonkers, the graffiti's bad,
but it's not that important, huh?

We will not bother
the chief with-- Bonkers?

-Chief.
-Ooh.

[Chief] Tell me, Bonkers,
was that a hook or a slice?

Need to work on it at any rate.

I'm just practicing
for the division polo tournament.

As you can see, Bonkers,
the chief's busy so we'll--

Nonsense. Now, what did you have to say?

And make it snappy.

It's about this
horrendous crime wave, sir.

Can't have a crime wave
in my jurisdiction.

That just won't do.

Uh well, really sir, it was
just an isolated case of toon graffiti.

Graffiti?

I want you two to make
this case top priority.

I will not have some fiend
wantonly destroying property

and wreaking havoc on this city.

[crashing]

Uh, needless to say,
neither of you saw that.

[Lucky] Couple of lousy pieces
of graffiti causing a crime wave.

Top priority. Criminal mind.

Yo, Piquel, hubba bubba,
I'm talking to you, you, you.

Graffiti in progress. 23 Skidoo Street.
Let's move, move, move.

[gasp] Broderick, isn't that
Fall-Apart's address?

That's a big 10-4, 10-4, 10-4.

Not the blond wizard.

[Fall-Apart]
Okay, so I'm sitting here, okay?

I pour a cup of hot chocolate
like this, okay?

I add sweetener like that, okay?,
I take my first sip like this, okay?

Then it-- then it happens.

-Yeah?
-Okay

I remember.

I don't like hot chocolate.

So, I go to the fridge
for a soda like this, okay? And--

Will you, get on with it
and don't say okay?

So, I hear this noise outside my door,
and I take a look.

All of a sudden, whip, brr, boom.
This guy sees me and makes a run for it.

Can you give a description?

Not legally. I'm not a doctor.

Not prescription, description. D--

What'd he look like?

Well, I only saw him from behind.

The little guy, on the thin side,
red hair, yellow pants, a yellow shirt.

Reminded me of, um, um, um...
what's that word?

Got a pencil?

Yes! A pencil!

You took the word right out of my mouth.

Mm-mm. uh-oh. I took my mouth
right out of my mouth.

Pencil? What pencil?

I don't see a pencil.
Anybody see a pencil? Heh, heh, heh.

Nobody here, but us crayons.

We have to find that pencil, boss.
So get the lead out.

Get the lead out. That's pretty good.

Putting another pencil on my case, huh?

That would make my life difficult.

[squeaks]

Pardonez moi.

I'm looking for a guy
by the name of Scribble.

That's me. And who are you?

Me? I'm you.

[muffled speech]

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Yo, Marilyn! Yoo-hoo!

Scribble, have you seen Marilyn?
We have to ask her where you are.

Hi, daddy. Hi, Bonkers.

Marilyn. Oh, thank goodness.

Hey, you put on some weight, pal.
Chunked out a little.

Wait, how do we know
we can trust this clown?

What if he's as bad as the bad one?

Scribble, happens to be the most
honest, most decent,

most law-abiding as
writing instrument I know,

thank you very much.

And to prove it,

I'll tell you the one surefire way,
to catch a toon pencil.

The only way to catch one,

is to head out
to a grape vineyard at midnight.

Midnight.

-Midnight?
-In scuba gear.

Scuba.

Forget it.

Hey, you want to catch
this guy, don't you?

Remember, you have to lie in cookie dough.

Of course. Why didn't I think of that?

Oh, and don't forget to... whistle.

[whistling]

Lucky, you're not whistling.

[both whistling]

[whistling]

Oh, no, sir. It does not get
any worse than this.

Ooh, get a load of the tough cookies.

Ha-ha! Tough cookies.
That's rich. [laughs]

So are they. They're rolling in dough.

[all laughing]

Dough. You're k*lling me. I love it.

Shh! Hey, guys, get off our case.
We're on a case.

[chuckles] That one has a chip
on his shoulder--

A chocolate chip.

They're both half-baked.

[grape 1] That toon pencil's
just too fast for them.

I hear he's quick on the draw.

Yeah, while they're out here,

[grape 1] he's painting the town.

[grape 2] Painting the town.
I can't stand it.

What? Where'd you hear that?

Oh, uh, through the grapevine.

[all laughing]

There! There! It's him! It's him!

Scribble? It can't be. It's unbelievable,
unthinkable, impossible and stuff.

Adios, amigos

That's Spanish for hasta la bye-bye!

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

[screeching]

I'm going to get him now.

He's gone. He was just here,
and now he's gone.

Where could he have gone?

I'm not sure, boss,

-But I think he may have gone--
-Where?

-Never mind.
-Mind what?

-It's not important.
-What is it?

-I think I rather not discuss.
-Which is?

Don't make me tell you. Don't make
me tell you. Don't, don't, don't.

All right, you win.
I'll tell, but not here.

Somebody might be listening.

[gasps] Okay, I think we're alone now.

There's this place
that only toons can go to,

where all the rough types hang out.

No human has ever, ever, ever been there.

You must never breathe
a word of this, Lucky...

[panting] I am gonna stop that pencil,
and I'm going to do it tonight.

♪ Ooh, big mean cop's gonna get me ♪

My house. He's been here.
He could still be here.

I live for moments like this.

Oh. What's going on out there?

Time to change.

Who are you?

Uh, Scribble. Uh, who else?

Of course you are.

Aren't you, usually in bed by now?

Yeah, right. Good point.
[yawns] Time to hit the hay.

Hold on a second.
What did you do with Scribble?

Marilyn!

Marilyn.

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn!

[Marilyn] Hey, whoever you are, come back!

I heard her. She's there, isn't she?
She's in that toon place.

This is all your fault.
You gave her that pencil.

You get her back now.

-I can't.
-Good. So just get in there...

What do you mean you can't?

Lucky, I don't know where it is,
but I know who can help us.

[whistles]

-Toots!
-[Toots beeping]

[Bonkers] Marilyn, boy. Find Marilyn.

[Toots beeping]

[Toots honking]

Here?

-Nope, not here.
-[Toots sniffing]

-There?
-[Toots beeping]

-[Bonkers] Not there.
-[Toots sniffing]

[Bonkers]
It has to be around here somewhere.

-[Toots sniffing]
-Wait, please!

Don't do that unless you're sure it's--

[Toots beeping]

-[siren blaring]
-[Toots sniffing]

[Toots sniffing]

[Toots beeping]

Good boy, Toots.

[thud]

-Dear--
-What? Oh, we're, uh...

adding on that sewing room
you always wanted.

Drat! Wanted it to be a surprise.

But I never wanted a sewing room.

Well, I guess it is a surprise, huh?

-[Toots beeping and sniffing]
-What is going on?

I can't find Marilyn anywhere.

Oh, I was just going to get her.

Whoa!

[Toots beeping and sniffing]

[siren]

Wait!

I heard something.

[Scribble] Ah, in here!

[Scribble] Help! I'm in the sock.

Scribble!

What did you do with my daughter?

Me? Oh, I spent the last
five hours in a sock.

I knew you were innocent.

Well, if she's not with him,

then she's in that toon world
with somebody else.

Marilyn's there?

Come on, Bonkers, let's go get her.

One side. I'm going in...

If I can.

I'm stuck.

Bonkers, will you get me out of--

Why'd you do that?

Do what?

That.

Sorry. I won't do it again.

-You just said--
-No, I didn't.

[grunts] Just another second, boss.
Better get some more speed.

Bonkers...

Get... me...

out of here.

Sweetheart.

What's the matter? Just kidding.

Well, what's this? Asparaguses?

Oh, now, careful. It's--

Hot, hot, hot! Warm! It is hot.

Where are Lucky and Marilyn?

Lucky and... they ran down
to the store, and-- and--

[sniffs] I think something's burning.
Are you cooking pork?

I smell ham.

Why is that? No, it can't--

Smells more like...

Me!

Lucky?

Would you please
tell me what is happening?

What is ha... Okay, well, uh...

Well, honey... it's like this.

Marilyn's stuck in a toon world somewhere,

but don't get yourself upset,
because I'm gonna go in and her back.

You bet you are.

She took that very well.

Ooh, there it is.

Now, don't worry, dear.
I'll get her back safe and sound.

I heard all the commotion and thought--
Oh, doing some remodeling, are you?

[Marilyn] What's wrong with you, Scribble?

What?

You're so different.

Different? [stammering] How?

You're usually so much livelier.

Lively? I'm lively. See? Lively.
You can't get much livelier than me.

That's pretty good for somebody
as old as you.

Old? Yes, I can do old.
Old as the hills, that's me.

I know you're not Scribble.

Now, why don't you
just tell me where he is.

Watch it, kid.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

I'm not scared of you.

You're not? Well, you ought to be.

Now you are, right?

Nope.

Now?

I bet you thought I was
going to be so scared

I'd call out... daddy!

Daddy!

Come on, Bonkers.

Boss...

Look out!

[growling]

[chuckles] Nice tree. Pretty tree.

Great knotholes.
You know, I'd love to hang around,

but I've got to get my daughter, so...

Never fear, my partner, my friend.

I shall save you. I shall.

Don't talk about it, just do it.

Okay, Lucky, I saved you.
Now you save me, okay?

Come on, come on, give me your best shot.
Come on, right here.

Whoa!

Yes, and it's a line drive!

I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it!

I don't got it.

Bonkers! What...

Help!

Whew! [sighs] Close call.

Tickets, please. Tickets.
Train departing, track 39,

for Pittsburg, Harrisburg,
and Points West. Last call.

Train? What train? There's no--

[train whistling]

[both screaming]

I'm not gonna leave you alone
until you tell me where Scribble is.

Oh, he's all right.
He's back at your place.

Now, if you don't mind,
I have some clean walls to take care of.

Impressive, no?

Before long, I've covered every last
square inch of every last thing.

Filthy, huh?

Downright grotesque, vile, and disgusting,
if I do say so myself.

I think it's pretty.

Pretty? What are you calling pretty?

You know, you really are a good artist.

Me?

Nobody's ever called me an artist before.

Been called a lot of other things,
things I can't repeat,

but never an artist,

because I don't do art. I do graffiti.

Like this... and this... and this...

I can draw anything, anywhere.

Bet you can't draw me.

Sure, I can.

Bet you can't.

How's that?

Wow! It's great!

Hey, what are you doing to my graffiti?

If you put a frame on it,
you could sell it.

Yeah, right.

I mean it.

You have a lot of talent
if you'd just learn to use it better.

Just think,

my work, inside people's houses
instead of all over the outside.

Sure. Why don't you give it a try?

You really think I should?

Yeah.

Nobody's ever encouraged me.

My mom always wanted me
to work for an accountant.

Dad thought I should get a job
writing scores on golf cards.

[Pencil] The kids used to laugh
at my drawings.

This one, this one brush used
to beat me up every day after school.

[sobs]

Now, let's find Marilyn,
so we can get out of this place.

[screeches]

No, don't stop here, not here.
You don't want to be here.

What is the matter now?

This is the intersection of squash
and stretch streets, and--

[yelping]

You forget. I am a human.

That can happen to you,
but it can't happen--

Aah!

Wow!

That'll get the kinks out.

Well, I guess you're right.

[panting]

Aah!

[Lucky screaming]

I think I can honestly say,

I don't like this place!

It's Marilyn.

That Pencil's using my daughter,
in his lousy graffiti.

Oh, that's awful... isn't it?

It's vile... right?
It's vulgar... pretty sure.

It's... don't look at this, Bonkers.

Do you know what that says, boss?

It says, "Thank you, Marilyn."

When I get that pencil,
I'm gonna grind him into toothpicks.

I'm gonna... it says what?

[Pencil sobbing]

Where's my daughter?
What've you done with my precious little--

[Marilyn] I'm right here, daddy.

Marilyn.

Oh, honey, you're all right.

I'm fine.

Then what's wrong with him?

Not a thing.

I don't know what's going on here,
but I know we're getting out before--

[screams]

Oh, man. Oh, man. What a day.

Wonderful job, Pickle!
The way you reformed that toon,

made him a productive member of society.

Ah, it's Piquel, and uh... Thanks, sir.

Brilliant idea,
turning a graffiti artist into a muralist.

You're a genius, boss.

Yeah, heh, heh. When did I do that?

Mommy knew, you wouldn't mind
if we helped him get started.

So, I hired him to do work around here.

I see a pastoral scene
in the impressionist style.

Bright happy, happy colors.

Yes, oranges and greens
and blues and yellows,

and, ooh, I'm excited.

[groans] Why is it always me?

[theme music playing]