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Tie the notes together, darling.

Legato. Music should carry you away on wings of softness.

But, Missy, your music is not taking me to where I want to go.

Concentrate!

Sit up straight till it hurts. Tie the notes together.

But don't hold them for ransom.

Don't watch the keys.

Focus on the sheet music, like this.

Give me those. What in the world?

Don't worry. Mommy's here.

Exterminator. I have tarantulas in my house.

Get over here now.

I'm the exterminator. Here to desquirminate, anti-verminate,

and totally obscure-minate your household pests.

- He looks like he means business. - Him?

Excuse me. Pardon me. Pardon me. Give me room.

- Can you identify the species? - It was a spider.

- Was it the Bavia aericeps? - No.

- Viciria praemandibularis? - No.

- Alfa Romeo? Latrodectus mactans? - No.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider?

- That's him! - Probably came up the waterspout

during that dry spell.

Kind of gives you the willies, doesn't he?

This is gonna cost an itsy-bitsy more.

- But I'll settle for a teensy-weensy. - Just kill the beast!

- What is that? - It's a high-tech, microchip,

thermonuclear, light-sensitive, radioactive,

blue-screen laptop computer, generator,

triple-decker arachnid detector and Etch A Sketch.

Any more questions?

I got a blip.

He's in the wall.

What's this big thing?

It's a highly virulent, malodorous, toxic poison that upon contact

will burn and corrode. You might want to crack a window.

Just count backwards from a hundred!

Bye-bye, kitty.

- Congratulations, this time. - Thanks, gorilla.

- What is that thing? - This is my bug-matic

auto-sucking compressor with turbo-charged

instant matter-mulching attachment.

It really sucks.

- Fun. - Oh, I hardly think

- we need this. - This gets all

those hard to reach places.

- My Rembrandt! - A little spring-cleaning never hurt.

Hi-Yo, Silver, away!

- Hey, lug nut. - Ride this, you fly-eating

son of an egg sac.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Try not to get in front of that.

- Oh, gross! - Oh, kitty!

In the industry, we call that "acceptable losses".

It's pyrotechnics time.

Hot, hot, hot.

- You're burning down my house. - Trust me.

Ad�os, amigo!

- You smell gas? - There he is! He went that...

- No problem. - Oh, no.

Warning. Warning. Vaporization of outer latex insulation in progress.

Drop and roll. Drop and roll.

- Yippee-ki-yay, Mother Hubbard. - Hit it, mousey.

Thank you, ThighMaster.

- My dining set is ruined. - This bug needs killing real bad.

Hey, taxi.

Hey. Hey, Simba.

- Hi. - We got him now.

- Later, dude. - Here, hold these.

I call this my little going away present.

Wait for me. I want a piece of him too.

Telegram from Miss Muffet. Read it and weep, baby.

Reload.

That'll teach you, trespasser.

We got him, huh? No one could have survived that.

All right! He made it!

He leaves me no alternative but to bomb the house.

- I gotta get out of here. - Bomb the house?

You mean like the Hoffmeier's there?

- Saving them for a rainy day. - Fourth of July.

- Knew these would come in handy. - G.I. Joe.

Thanks for the lift.

Oh, yeah. Here's a hot one.

Huevos rancheros, baby.

- Ten, nine, eight, - It's showtime.

seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Hope you had a piece of the rock.

Madame, your arachnid problem has been rectified.

Hi, lady.

Your arachnid problem has been...

Poor Itsy Bitsy.

- Yo, down here! Hi. - There you are.

Going up. Men's shoes, women's lingerie.

Hello.

Help me. Call 911.

I guess next week's lesson is off, huh?

See? You're scared, aren't you?

Of course you are. Come back here, you chicken!

I said, best out of three!

Go ahead, run away.

Got him shaking.

You can run, but you can't hide.

It's kill or be killed. Only the strong survive.

An elephant never forgets.

Quitter. Quitter.

Nobody likes a quitter. Nobody likes a quitter.