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Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?

The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.

They're Pinky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain,

Brain.

Before midnight is done, their plan will be unfurled by the dawning of the sun.

They'll take over the world.

They're Pinky and the Brain.

Yes, Pinky and the Brain. Their twilight campaign is easy to explain.

To prove their mousy worth, they'll overthrow the Earth. They're Pinky.

The Mickey and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain.

Blast, Professor Mofuni. You have perfected the process of shrinking

devices so we can sell them to Americans for lots of money.

Yes, Shimura. Now I say to you, miniaturization will be very big.

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha! Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Blast! Rumored sightings of the legendary prehistoric monster, Gali

caused thousands to flee for their lives in northern Japan.

Yes? Yes.

Very well.

That was the Emperor.

He wants your scientific opinion on Golizilla.

Golizilla!

Come. There is no time to lose.

Not vain.

Let us go and see Golizilla. We can watch excitedly as he crashes buildings

then free in terror.

Laugh at it, Pinky.

All right, brain.

This scientific equipment will be invaluable for my plan to take over the

You mean you're going to shrink electronics so only mice will be able to

them? Don't be absurd, Pinky. There's no future in miniaturization.

It's big things that strike fear into the hearts of humans. Like that

legend of Gullyzilla.

Mythical folly that directionless humans hang on.

Pondering what I'm pondering?

I think so, Dwayne, but... I don't think Kay Ballard's in the Union.

I will alter this equipment and enlarge myself to become a 400 -foot -tall mouse

who'll save the world from Gollyzilla.

But you just said there was no such thing as Gollyzilla brain.

There is now, Pinky. Or should I say Pinkzilla.

Yes, I see.

There. I've reversed the specifications of the ray.

Are you ready, Pinky?

Ta -da!

Point! What do you think, Brain? Pretty scary, eh?

Yes, Pinky.

Terrifying. Stand by.

Nub!

Where are you, Brain?

I can't see you.

I'm down.

Oh, wait a sec, Brain. I've got some gum on my shoe.

Apparently, your IQ didn't grow along with your shoe size, Pinkie.

Now, go on your rampage, Pinkzilla, and show no mercy.

Point, toy, and Pinkzilla, king of the monsters!

Ten minutes, I will arrive on the scene and save Tokyo from the terror of

Pinkzilla.

Yes, I see.

I love you, Fumiko.

And I love you, Hustle.

our lives.

Boink. Oh, I can't see through this thing. Oh, no.

The giant monster is molting.

for the largest mouse on Earth and hero of the planet.

Call me Brain -Odo.

People of Tokyo, do not fear.

I, Brain -Odo, have come to save you.

It is another giant monster, even more ugly than Galizula.

Actually, I am an artificially enlarged lab mouse here to save you. You may

thank me later by making me your leader.

Unless that doesn't fit into your plan.

Where is Pink?

How can I save the city from Gollyzilla with no Gollyzilla?

Mind, I can't understand you in that stupid costume.

Make this battle look realistic, Pinky. Everything depends on it.

Take that, idiot beast!

Now

you've

gotten me mad, Pinky.

Excuse me, Brain.

Go away now, Pinky. Can't you see I'm fighting with Pinky? No, I... Oh, no,

wait. How can you be fighting with me over there if I'm standing over here?

It's a very simple principle, Pinky.

It's because... That is the real Gollyzilla.

Agile.

Too bad we're not giants anymore, Blank. We are still giants, Pinky.

Unfortunately, so is everything else. Our relative smallness remains.

But on this we should not dwell, for we must plan for tomorrow night.

What are the three of us going to do tomorrow night, Blank?

Three of us?

Hmm.

Still the same...

every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

They're dinky, they're pinky, I'm the brain, brain, brain.

I think that's a numerical equivalent.

The problem there... Ah!

Pinky!

Pinky! What were you doing up there, Pinky? Oh, I

was having a devil of a time cleaning the chimney, Brain. We don't have a

chimney. Oh, well, there you are, then.

No, Pinky, there you are. I am absolutely nowhere near that vicinity.

Have you ever thought, Pinky, why it is that we haven't yet succeeded in taking

over the world?

Oh, I know what, Zane.

Gremlins. Little sprinkly sprites that confuse us and mix us up, always

twiddling their little fingers in our ears.

An interesting theory.

But I've reviewed our past efforts, Pinky, turning the situations into

in an effort to locate the exact problem.

Oh, well, that sounds very, um... Yes,

I'm sure it does.

I plotted the numbers, and the result is quite interesting.

Hey, God, Blaine! That looks like me, but flat!

It is you, Pinky.

My calculations show that you are the problem.

Pinky? Yes, Pinky.

Scientifically speaking, it's because you are a spazzy, beetle -headed doofus

with the intellect of a mule hoof that I have yet to conquer the world.

You're not going to get rid of me, are you, Blaine? I mean you, working as a

single. Look what happened to Jerry Lewis after he split with Dean. All that

stuff in your hair.

Point taken.

But fear not, I have another plan.

Pinky, I am going to make you smart.

I... I don't understand, Blaine.

Exactly. But you will, my friend.

You will.

In gag, Blaine. Why doesn't anybody just make themselves really smart?

I mean, this all seems so simple.

Like all great things, Pinky, the idea is simple. But the execution... Oh,

lies the difficulty. There lies the genius.

Taking a little nap, is he?

Pinky, operating this machine requires calculations on the fly, split -second

decisions, huge amounts of data, incredible mental abilities, and precise

In other words... I couldn't do it. No.

6, 19, Kelvin, Pibonacci, N minus 1.

Coming, coming.

Now.

Pinky.

Oh, that was fun, Vane.

Fun, perhaps, but obviously not successful.

No, no, no. I think it was.

At first, it seemed like the folded dipole wasn't working as your center

horizontally -mounted conductor.

But frequencies below 30 megahertz, loud and clear.

And I must say, Brain, the peak value wave shape of the impulse voltage,

glorious.

Narve. I mean, hitting that maximum value without appreciable superimposed

oscillations. Ain't that, Brain?

Brilliant.

Yes. Here is tonight's plan for world domination, Pinky. I'm curious as to

opinion. I will pose as Jimmy Hoffa back from vacation.

Odd labor leaders will bow before me and help me utilize the giant industrial

complex to build this, the forced Virto convector. It will create millions of

steaming tiny geysers that will actually lift people several inches off the

ground, immobilizing them.

It's like giant air hockey.

Brilliant. Oh, wait. No, no, no.

Yes, Pinky? Well, the coefficient values of your four ears. I mean, this should

be sine, not cosine.

Point. Kind of flips the whole thing around. Won't work.

Pinky, that's right.

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Yes, I am.

Fantastic. Do you see?

You've already saved us an entire evening.

Tremendous. Forget that plan.

Take a look at this one, colleague.

Oh, brain.

We will program a computer to generate a fantastically popular romance novel.

Oh, lovely.

It will contain a hypno -phonetic sentence so long and so confusing, the

will be forced to re -read it endlessly out loud.

And the frequencies of those sounds will hypnotize all around them, primed for

my suggestion that I rule the world.

Sounds! Another good one, Zane. Oh, wait. No, no.

Um, the frequency needs to be an exact integral multiple of the input, doesn't

it? Or, um, it'll be all wobble, wobble.

Not hypnotic at all. Nope, won't work.

Yes.

You're right.

Too bad.

Well, here's another.

By converting our cage into a nuclear reactor, we can produce enough energy...

Uh -uh -uh.

Your migration area is tiny, Brain. The neutron will never be able to slow down

from fission to thermal in here. Please, Pinky, let me finish.

I mean, it's got to be at least one -sixth of a mean square distance

Please, stop! But, Brain... Pinky!

It seems to me, Brain, that it's not my fault at all that these plans haven't

worked. Well, of course it is. Look.

Figured it out myself. The numbers don't lie.

Actually, there seems to be a little boo -boo right here.

Oh, here too.

And here. Oh, yes. Lots of arrows.

Stop it, Pinky. Stop.

These... This... It's preposterous what you're saying. It's ridiculous.

It's absurd.

But, but, Brain... Just go.

Just move away from me.

Go.

No.

No. No.

It is me.

He's even smarter than I. Smarter.

Accepting my own errors.

The team needs balance.

Balance, yes.

Therefore, to successfully take over the world, a sacrifice must be made.

One of us must be an imbecile.

I liked it better when it was no pinky this, bop on the head. No pinky that,

on the head. But now, here you go.

Being as smartly as no fun.

Brain doesn't like me.

I mean, we haven't even tried to take over the world once tonight.

I'm smart enough now.

I can do it.

Not coming.

Pinky.

Oh, Pinky.

Pinky, look at me.

I'm a ninny. A wooden -headed dum -dum.

Not a smart thought in my whole empty head. Narf.

Narf to the world.

What are we going to do tonight, Pinky? Poink.

I say, poink.

Pinky? It's good to be back.

Zane, I fixed it.

I'm a dickwig. I fixed it as well, Pinky.

I'm as dense as a tree stump.

You mean?

Yes.

We'll just have to make you smart again, won't we? We can't, Pinky.

We're both too stupid to operate the machine.

What do you want to do tonight, then?

Same thing we do every night, Pinky. What's that?

I have no idea.

Point. Narf.

They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the brain, brain, brain, brain, brain.

the parts of the brain performed by the brain.

Yeah.

Neocortex frontal lobe. Breakdown!

Breakdown! Hippocampus neural node right hemisphere.

Ponson cortex visual.

Breakdown! Breakdown!

Sylvian fissure pineal left hemisphere.

Therabellum left.

Therabellum right.

Act on fibers, matter gray.

Central tegmental pathway, temporal lobe. White core matter, forebrain

Central fissure, quartz spinal, parietal, piameter,

meningeal vein, medulla oblongata and lobe limbic, microelectrodes.

Oh! The brain!

That ought to keep the little squirts happy.

Yeah!