01x27 - Dibble Breaks the Record

[bunniefuu]

Huh?

Hurry, you guys.
We gotta stop Dibble.

Clear everything in his way.
We gotta save him.

Let's make it a safe entrance,
man. Like, uh, you know what I
mean?

[DIBBLE SHOUTS]

He's shook, man.

Like, this boy is really
rolling.

[DIBBLE SCREAMING]

Okay, fellas. Grab him as he
goes by.

He's gonna run into that fence,
Brain. Up periscope, quickly.

Uh, one periscope coming up.

[DIBBLE SCREAMING]

♪ Top Cat! ♪

♪ The most effectual Top Cat! ♪

♪ Who's intellectual close
friends get to call him T.C. ♪

♪ Providing it's with dignity ♪

♪ Top Cat! ♪

♪ The indisputable leader
of the g*ng. ♪

♪ He's the boss, he's a pip,
he's the championship ♪

♪ He's the most tip top ♪

♪ Top Cat ♪

♪ Yes he's a chief he's a king ♪

♪ But above everything ♪

♪ He's the most tip top ♪

♪Top Cat! ♪

Not only do I feel lucky today,
fellas...

...but how can I miss with four
horseshoes working for me?

How about showing us
some of your trick shots, T.C.?

Funny you should ask, Benny.

I was about to demonstrate
my backward, double ring-a-ding
ringers.

And here they go.

Uh-oh!

Gosh, T.C., how do you do it?

A mere bag of talent, Brain.
Nothing, really.

Now here's a cutie.

I call this
my Australian boomerang shot.

[IN UNISON]
Wow!

You're, like, in top form.

-This sure is your lucky day,
T.C.
-You're so right.

Now here is the pièce de
r\sistance: a blindfold ringer.

I could keep this up all day...

...but old Photo Finish here
has gotta get back to work.

[WHINNYING]

Here's your shoes, pal,
and much obliged.

You're one of the good horses.

And speaking of horses, maybe I
could find out who won the daily
double.

I'll just use Dibble's phone.

You better look out, T.C.

You know Officer Dibble
don't like you using his phone.

So what? He ain't using it.
So why should it go to waste.

I might as well find out right
now...

...if I got a lucky star
watching over me today.

DIBBLE:
Pick out any star you like, wise
guy...

...and if you find a lucky one,
let me know.

I might give you another one
to go with it.

Oh, it's you, Dib.

How many times have I gotta tell
you? Lay off this phone.

It's for official police
business only. My business.

[PHONE RINGS]

Officer Dibble here. Oh, hi,
sarge.

Come on, beat it. I'm getting
a little fed up talking to you.

Oh, no, sir. Not you, sarge.

Some character down here
who keeps getting in my hair.

What's that? Iron Man Muldoon?

Muldoon? Muldoon? Who's Muldoon?

Sure, I remember him. A great
cop.

Three thousand four hundred
and eighty-six days in a row,
right?

The all-time record for pounding
a beat without missing a single
day.

And I'm what?

Only one day away
from breaking his record?

Oh, I just keep going day after
day, you know, like we do.

Come on, will you get lost?

And what? I get what else?

I'll take it, sarge. You bet.

Whoever would have thought it?

Me breaking
Iron Man Muldoon's record.

Me, Charlie Dibble.

Iron Man Dibble! Boy!

What's with the "Iron Man" bit,
Dib?

You're talking about your head
or your stomach?

Your big ears must be slipping,
T.C.

In case you missed it,
I'm getting an award.

Oscar or Emmy?

It's for breaking the all-time
department record for pounding a
beat...

...without missing a single day.

Yeah, I heard that.

So they gonna give you
a gold star for it, right?

You bet.

But what you didn't hear,
wise guy, is the best part.

When I break the record...

...I also get a two-week,
all-expense-paid vacation with
pay.

But that ain't all.
I get something even better.

[ECHOING]
I get a vacation from you...

...and I get paid for it too!

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
How about that?

Sounds great, Dib.
Congratulations.

Muldoon was my boyhood idol.

The other kids had Babe Ruth.
I had Iron Man Muldoon.

Well, me and the boys'll be
rooting for you all the way,
Dib.

No kidding? Thanks.

Oh, don't thank me. You deserve
it, Dib. You're all cop.

Yes, sir, you're all cop
and a yard wide.

[CHUCKLES]

Uh, thanks, T.C.

Well, I guess I'd better be
checking my beat.

So long, Dib. Take it easy.

[CHUCKLES]

"All cop and...

...a yard wide"?

Say!

We're in luck, fellas.

Dibble's gonna win
a two-week vacation...

...if he breaks Iron Man
Muldoon's beat-pounding record.

How do you figure
we're in luck, T.C.?

Dibble's the one winning the
vacation, not us.

With Dib away and out of our
hair, we can operate again.

Two full weeks. We'll have
something different going every
night:

Raffles, bingo, block parties.

But suppose something happens to
keep Dibble from winning the
vacation?

TOP CAT:
Like what, for instance?

Well, I-- I only meant, what if
he had some sort of an accident
of some sort?

"Some sort of an accident
of some sort."

What are you, some sort
of a hoodoo of some sort?

We won't let anything
happen to Dibble.

We'll see him through every step
of the day, till he makes it.

Say, T.C., why don't we go
and watch over Dibble...

...to see that nothing happens?

Hold it, hold it, hold it.
I just got a great idea.

I call it "Project Take Care
Nothing Happens To Dibble."

Benny, you watch out
for runaway trucks.

-Right, T.C.
TOP CAT: Chooch...

...don't let Dibble out
of your sight for one minute.

Gotcha, T.C.

Fancy, make sure Dib don't walk
under any falling signs.

Also, check for hit-and-run
drivers on pogo sticks.

FANCY:
Will do, T.C.

Spook, you watch out
for earthquakes.

And, Brain, you see that Dib
don't step on any bana peels.

-Right, T.C.
-Uh, right, T.C.

Now go, men. Go, go, go
on your errand of protection.

Watch over our Dibble.

On second thought, I'd better go
along and watch you guys.

[SCATTING]

You know, I can't help feeling
like I'm being watched.

No. Who'd wanna watch me?

Still, maybe the sarge
put someone on my tail...

...to make sure I really do
break Muldoon's record.

No. The sarge is always
on the up-and-up.

He wouldn't do that.

I guess I'm just jittery.

What with being about to break
the record and all.

Yeah, I'm just a little shaky,
that's all.

No one's following me. Yipe!

All right, you guys.
What's the big idea?

It's our new escort service,
Dibble, baby.

Now look, if I need an escort,
I'll call out the Marines.

Just a little added protection,
sir.

Well, I'm a grownup cop
and I don't need no protection.

So beat it before I lose my
temper.

The only protection I need
is from you.

Uh-oh, Dibble, look out!

-Now what is it?
-A bana peel, sir.

You could fall and break
something.

And the only thing we wanna
break is Muldoon's record.
Right, sir?

I can think of a couple of
others. Like a couple of heads,
maybe.

Dib! Look out again!

Will you cut it out?!

Huh?

Hurry, you guys.
We gotta stop Dibble.

Clear everything in his way.
We gotta save him.

Let's make it a safe entrance,
man. Like, uh, you know what I
mean?

[DIBBLE SHOUTS]

He's shook, man.

Like, this boy is really
rolling.

[DIBBLE SCREAMING]

Gee, lifting banas. By God!
That's a 102, ain't it, Dibble?

Somebody do something!

Okay, fellas. Grab him as he
goes by.

He's gonna run into that fence,
Brain. Up periscope, quickly.

Eh, one periscope coming up.

[DIBBLE SCREAMING]

Help!

Yeah. Nothing much happens
around here anymore.

Hey, what was that?

Just a flying cop
with a bunch of banas.

Yeah, you don't see
much of that anymore.

TOP CAT:
Oh, beautiful, sir. Beautiful!

But they're wearing them
on the inside this year.

That did it! That did it, Top
Cat!

You got exactly two seconds
to get out of here or--

Say no more, sir. I get the
message.

All right. We gotta be more
subtle.

Remember,
this is for Dibble's own good.

Now, I'll handle the paperwork
and you guys...

...back on the Dibble detail.

Mm. I guess I ought to start
thinking about where I'm going
on that vacation.

The seashore might be a good
idea.

Then again, the mountains are
nice.

Oh-h*, a travel agency.

It won't hurt to check inside
for some travel folders.

Dibble ought to be safe enough
in there.

Yeah. You can't get hit by a
train in a travel agency.

DIBBLE:
Well, I got them all.

And that seashore looks mighty
nice.

Plenty of sunshine, good
fishing.

Hey! Dibble's crossing the
street against the red light.
Let's go!

Nothing to do but lie out there
in the sun...

...waiting to catch a big one.

Taking it easy for a change.
No worries, no headaches.

Oh, boy. I can hardly wait.

Huh?

What was that?

Must be my nerves.

DIBBLE:
I get a feeling I'm being
followed.

Oh, who wouldn't be nervous?

After all, Muldoon's record
has stood up for years.

I wonder what else they got here
in these travel folders.

Uh-oh, Spook, open manhole
dead ahead.

I got it.

"Dancing under the stars
to the captivating rhythms...

...of Chico Cugal, the Cha-Cha
King."

SPOOK: Unh!
-Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha.

SPOOK: Unh!
-Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha.

SPOOK: Yeesh!
-Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha.

SPOOK: Wow.
-Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha.

[SPOOK GROANS]

Nice work, Spook.

Man, like, uh, he
"dislo-cha-cha-ed"
my sacroiliac.

"And in the main lounge
the sultry-voiced Diana Olay."

Oh, baby!

Man, I sure wish he'd stop
reading and like, uh, look where
he's going.

[PIANO KEYS TINKLE]

MAN:
Okay, Harry. Easy with the
piano.

Harry, look out! It slipped the
cable!

Gosh, that piano's heading
straight for Officer Dibble!

I got it. I got it.

Oh, my goodness. Benny needs
help.

[CRASH]

Huh? What was that?

Sounded like a piano.

-What are you guys doing here?
-Uh, nothing, Officer Dibble.

"Uh, nothing," huh? Well, go on.

Beat it and find something to
do. Something useful.

"Something useful." Yes, sir,
Officer Dibble. Yes, sir.

Well, it looks pretty good on
paper. We ought to clean up.

It's time I heard from the g*ng.
Dib is due to check in any
minute.

[BENNY MOANS]

Huh? Oh, no. Don't tell me you
blew it. What happened to Benny?

[BENNY MOANS]

Just a slight accident, T.C.

He was run over by a piano.

Run over by a piano?
How can you get run over by a--

Hello? Get me headquarters.

Hello, sarge. Dibble here.

Just checking to find out if--

If-- If-- If--

If what, Charlie?

If-- If--

[DIBBLE SNEEZES LOUDLY]

Sorry, sarge. Ha, ha.
Uh, just a little sneeze.

It's okay, fellas.
It was only Dib sneezing.

Sneezing?

I thought I told you guys to
watch him and see nothing
happened.

-We did, T.C.
-Yeah, honest.

[DIBBLE SNEEZES LOUDLY]

You call that watching?
You let a germ get through.

[SNIFFLES]

I, uh-- I guess maybe I'm coming
down with a cold or something,
sarge.

[STAMMERING]

[SNEEZES]

Do you see that?
Do you see that?

Dib's coming down with a cold
or something.

-We didn't see no germ.
-Yeah, T.C. Honest.

What's that, sarge? "Take the
day off"? Are you kidding?

And me so close to breaking
Iron Man Muldoon's record?

No, sir, sarge. I feel fine.

[OVER PHONE]
#So long, sarge. I'll call you
later.

[DIBBLE SNEEZES OVER PHONE]

Boy, only this last day to go
and I have to get the bug.

Oh, come now. You're not going
to let a little bug lick you
now, are you, Dib?

You gotta fight it, man.
It's all in your mind.

Yeah, T.C., you're right.

Now just repeat after me,
"I feel great. I feel great."

"I feel great. I feel great. I
feel.."

[THUD]

-There, you see? Now how do you
feel?
-Terrible.

My head hurts, I'm dizzy,
I ache all over.

That's funny, Dib. You look
great.

DIBBLE:
I-- I do?

Positively. You've never looked
better.

I told you it's all in your
mind.

I guess you're right, T.C.

But I'd better sit here a while.
My mind is tired.

I'll bet Iron Man Muldoon never
sat down when he was tired.

Well, I ain't Iron Man Mul--

[STAMMERING]

[SNEEZES LOUDLY]

I ain't fit to patrol a beat
in this condition.

The bug's really got me.

I'd better call the sergeant
back and ask for a replacement.

A replacement?
Oh, but you can't do that.

You haven't beaten
Muldoon's record yet.

All you gotta do is last out the
day and you win that vacation,
remember?

-I'll never make it.
TOP CAT: I got an idea, Dib.

Instead of taking your lunch
break...

...why don't you just go home
and have a little nap, huh?

And then-- And we'll call you in
time to get back on your beat.

If you're still not feeling
well, we'll tell the sergeant
you're sick. Okay?

Well, okay, T.C.
I guess it's worth a try.

[GROANING]

It's sure nice of you to go
to all this trouble for Officer
Dibble, T.C.

Yeah, well, Dib's me pal, Benny.

Besides, we gotta see he wins
that vacation.

[DIBBLE GROANS]

Where am I?

It's okay, Dib. It's okay.
We're just taking you home.

Hold it, fellas.
Here comes the sergeant.

Yes, there's Dibble now...

...walking his beat, spry as a
rookie.

Yes, sir. Good old Dibble.

Walking himself right into
the Police Department Hall of
Fame.

We got a new champ coming up:
Iron Man Charlie Dibble.

Hey, Dibble, keep up the good
work!

I'll see you later at the
station.

So long, pal, and good luck!

Yeah, lots of luck.
Now that's what I call a snappy
salute.

[CAR DRIVES AWAY]

Yes, sir. I gotta hand it to
Dibble.

So calm, when any little thing
might happen...

...to keep him from breaking
Iron Man Muldoon's record.

He's got ice water in his veins.
That's what he's got.

And nerves of steel.

CHOO-CHOO:
Okay, fellas. The coast is
clear.

On to the Dibble domicile.

-So that's Dibble's hero.
-Yep, Iron Man Muldoon.

The guy who started
this whole megillah.

-What--? Where am I?
-It's okay, Dib. You're home.

Now just relax.
You'll feel better in no time.

Then you can go back to your
beat and break Muldoon's record.

Not me, T.C. I'll never make it.

Sure you will, Dib. Look,
I'll take your temperature.

That'll prove there's nothing
wrong with you. Absolutely
nothing.

Oh, my Gosh! Has he got a fever!

Quick, g*ng. We gotta
get a doctor for Dibble!

No, wait, T.C. I'm beginning
to feel a lot better.

What are you doing in bed,
Charlie Dibble?

Huh? What?

What's with the aches and pains?

[STAMMERS] Oh, nothing, Muldoon.
Uh, just a little cold.

Oh, a little cold, is it?

And you'll be letting that stop
you from breaking me record?

Shame on you, Charlie Dibble.

After 3486 consecutive days
in a row...

...you mean to tell me a little
cold is gonna lick you, man?

-Well, uh, no, but--
MULDOON: No buts at all, at all.

Man, get out there and break me
record. Do you hear?

[STAMMERS]
Yes, sir.

Fight, man. A man sets a record,
and if it has to be broken...

...it should be broken by
another man.

You hear me, boy? A man!

Yes, sir, Iron Man. I'll do it!

MULDOON:
That's the spirit, lad.

Oh, and would your mind be
after...

...hanging me back upon the wall
on your way out?

Yes, sir, champ. And thank you,
sir.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

It's okay, Dib.
The doctor's on his way up.

Dib? Dib, where are you?

He ain't here, T.C. He must
have gone out the back way.

Well, we gotta find him
and get him to the doctor.

We can't let him miss
breaking the record now.

We got too much at stake.
Let's go, g*ng.

Find Dibble!

I feel great. And, you know,
that mental stuff does work.

I really do feel great.

[ALARM RINGING]

Sounds like the alarm at the
bank.

Now, don't nobody move
or we'll blast you.

-Come on, Julius. Let's blow.
-I'm with you, Stanley.

It's the bank, all right.
Must be a holdup.

Step on it, Julius.
We'll catch a bus at the corner.

Now we gotta find Dibble,
fellas, we-- Hold it. Hold it,
men. Here he comes.

BENNY:
And there he goes.

TOP CAT:
Dibble, what's going on?

Somebody's robbing the bank!

Robbing the bank?
Oh, no! He might get shot.

Dib, look out! Be careful!

You only got 10 minutes more to
go to break Muldoon's record.

Come on, g*ng. We gotta stop
this. Dibble might get hurt.

Hold it, Julius! Policeman at 3
o'clock!

All right, you guys.
Stick them up. It's the law.

-He's got us covered, Stanley.
-Yeah.

Look at that form.
We don't stand a chance.

We give up! Don't sh**t!

TOP CAT: Down, Dib, down.
You wanna get shot?

Now you did it, Top Cat.
Those crooks are getting away.

-Duck into the alley, Julius.
-Right, pal.

They turned into our alley,
fellas. We got them surrounded.

How do we get out of these
alleys, Stanley?

I don't know, I'm lost too.

Uh, here they come, T.C.
Alley Number 1.

-Fire number one.
-Like, uh, fire number one.

TOP CAT:
Fire number two.

All right, you crooks.
This is the end of the line.

SERGEANT:
Dibble, for breaking Muldoon's
record...

...you win the title "Iron Man
Dibble."

-And two weeks vacation with
pay.
-Thanks, sarge.

And for capturing those two
crooks, an extra week's
vacation.

Did you hear that, fellas?

We'll be rid of Dibble
for three whole weeks.

We'll really be able to operate.

DIBBLE:
By the way, sarge...

...what was it that broke
Muldoon's streak when he was
going so good?

Oh, nothing much, Dibble.
He just came down with a cold.

SPOOK: Like, uh, so long, Dib.
BRAIN: Yeah, have a nice time.

So long, you guys.
I'll be glad to miss you.

And we'll be glad to miss
listening for his big feet
coming down the alley.

Choo-Choo, you take charge
of the Monday-night bingo game.

Spook, you set up the raffle
for Tuesday.

Fancy and Brain, you take
the block party for Wednesday.

-And, Benny-- Benny, are you
listening?
-Yeah, T.C.

I'm listening to that funny
noise the other side of the
fence.

SERGEANT:
Squad, halt!

All right, men.
For the next three weeks...

...you'll replace Iron Man
Dibble patrolling this alley.

You three men were selected
because of the fine records you
made...

...stamping out bingo games,
raffles, and block parties...

...on the other side of town.

And by the way, I want you
to keep a special lookout...

...for a character named
Top Cat, and his group.

Aw, boy.

Men, follow me.

If we cut through
this new sewer excavation...

...we ought to be able to catch
up with Dibble at the bridge
tollgate.

Oh, boy. I can hardly believe my
luck.

Vacation, here I come.

[CAR RUMBLES]

Oops!

TOP CAT: Hey, Dib, do you mind
taking it easy on those bumps?

-Huh?
-How do you expect us...

-...to stay on the seat?
DIBBLE: Top Cat?

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

What's the big idea?

TOP CAT:
Well, we were worried about you,
Dib.

After all, you just got over
being sick and--

Never mind. I can take care of
myself.

Out! Out! Out!

[CAR DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

I'm looking forward to a
vacation from you.

[STAMMERS]

[SNEEZES]

-So get lost.
TOP CAT: Okay, Dib. Have fun.

FANCY: Take care of that cold.
-Are you kidding? What cold?

[SNEEZES LOUDLY]

Huh?

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little
sniffle.

-So, so long, you guys.
TOP CAT: So long, Dib.

Enjoy.

Get lots of sun for that cold.

-Uh, now what, T.C.?
-It's back to the alley, I
guess.

Aw, but, T.C., what about
those ill*gal-activity
stamper-outers...

...that are, uh, replacing
Dibble?

Well, it'll be tough,
but we'll think of something.

Come on, come on.

Hey, T.C., it's me, Dibble.
Come on, get in. Get in.

We're wasting time.

Gosh, Dib. I don't know what to
say. You got me.

DIBBLE: Skip it, T.C.
I guess you guys deserve a
vacation too.

Knowing you guys
is like being married.

You can't live with them,
and you can't live without them.

[STAMMERS THEN SNEEZES]

I thought you still had that
cold, Dib.

Spook, the hot-water bottle.

Benny, the ice bag.
Fancy, the blanket.

TOP CAT: Don't worry, Dib.
We'll take good care of you.

This'll be the best vacation
you ever had.

Yeah. Achoo!

[DIBBLE SNEEZES]

[DIBBLE SNEEZES]

[DIBBLE SNEEZES]

♪ Top Cat! ♪

♪ The most effectual Top Cat! ♪

♪ Who's intellectual closefriends get to call him T.C. ♪

♪ Providing it's with dignity ♪

♪ Top Cat! ♪

♪ The indisputable leader
of the g*ng ♪

♪ He's the boss, he's a pip,
he's the championship ♪

♪ He's the most tip top ♪

♪ Top Cat ♪

♪ Yes he's a chief he's a king ♪

♪ But above everything ♪

♪ He's the most tip top ♪

♪ Top Cat! ♪