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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.

They're Pinky and the Brain.

Their twilight campaign is easy to explain.

To prove their mouthing worth, they'll overthrow the earth. They're Pinky.

The Mickey and the brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain.

works in the thoughts of men.

The mist knows.

I have the power to becloud men's minds, for I am the mist.

Enough! I still can't get a picture on this thing, Brain.

Quiet, Pinky.

I have almost completed honing my rapier -keen mental abilities.

Don't, Brain.

Honing!

Is that good?

Yes, for now I have the power.

For I am the fog.

Nice fedora, Brain.

But I see you as more of a beret type.

Never mind the fashion critique, Pinky. Turn off that radio and I shall

demonstrate. Oh, I love it when you demonstrate, Brain. By altering the

frequencies of my voice, I am able to befog men's minds.

With some electronic gizmo thingy? No, with these.

In a moment, you will no longer be able to see me. For I am the fog.

Oh, neat vocal effect.

I'm commencing to befog your mind.

Enough! You cannot see.

Obviously, he has no mind to defog.

Now, if I could only conceive a method of how to use this power on millions of

people at once.

Point. There you are, Blaine.

Gad, you're as good as that guy on the radio.

The radio?

Of course.

Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

I think so, Blaine, but the rocket?

I mean, it's mostly gold, isn't it?

Pinky, aren't we rodents stigmatized enough already?

We will sneak into the radio station, taking the place of the mist, so I can

broadcast my genuine mental powers to millions of listeners, befogging their

minds until they make me their leader.

Yon radio transmitter will soon broadcast my befogging message to every

household in the world. And then, my dream will be realized.

You mean, you'll finally dance with the ballet roof?

No, Pinky. The other dream.

World domination.

Oh, right.

That dream.

Now.

And now.

We return to the mist brought to you by Pennsylvania Blue Coal. Who are you?

I am the fog.

I am befogging your mind.

Close this door.

Do you hear me? Close this door.

Open this door.

Open the door.

You'll never get away with this, Christ Madman. The mist will find me.

Well, if he does, he'll find you in these chains.

I'll hide you in this dark cellar.

Down this long, long flight of stairs.

Lord. I never knew radio was like this, Zane. What did you think it was like,

Pinky? Oh, you know, like a big red squishy ball with little nubbies on it.

Who are those ridiculous people who just stand there and read?

Those are actors, Pinky. Oh.

And who are those people that no one's paying any attention to, Blaine? Those

are the writers, Pimpy.

And tonight they will find their script greatly embellished.

Come, we must get through these soundproof booths so that I can

microphone.

What?

Sound effects, man.

You cannot see me. I am completely invisible.

I am befogging your mind, for I am the fog.

No, the mist.

No, the fog.

No, Vane, look. It's the mist.

The jig is up, great madman, for I am the mist.

Mist! Save me!

Save me!

You're too late, mist.

I'm locking your girlfriend in my secret dungeon.

You fiend.

Then I'm nailing the door shut.

And to be absolutely sure that the poor pitiful lass can't possibly escape,

I'm building a brick wall in front of it.

get me, for I have beclouded your mind.

Then I'll throw these dishes until I smash your head in mist.

You can't get me.

Not even with this anvil?

I dare you to do that again.

Oh, no.

Quickly, Pinky. Run for cover.

You'll never get out of here alive.

Oh, no. I took the precaution of calling the cavalry.

I hear them coming now.

Report me to live up to my name.

A bomb.

A bomb?

A bomb?

Here's one.

Fortunately, I cleverly rerouted your fuse so that all you blew up was your

lab. My lab!

My hero!

My head.

And so ends another episode of The Mist, brought to you by blue coal.

Good night, and good coal.

Alas, Pinky, I think I've lost my powers of concentration.

Point down, lovely brain!

come up with another way to befog men's minds?

It looks like somebody already has.

Turn that thing off, Pinky. We must prepare for tomorrow night.

What are we going to do tomorrow night, Blaine? Watch more of this exciting new

medium? No, Pinky.

The same thing we do every night.

Try to take over the world.

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

Curious? Looks more like total mindlessness, Pinky.

These experiments are degrading. I think they're fun, right?

I can't wait for the next ride.

That's because you have no dignity, Pinky.

One day we will live in a world where a mouth moves, and it's the humans who are

forced into these humiliating diversions.

You mean Orlando?

Did you see that plaque, Pinky?

Yes, Brain.

He really ought to floss more often.

Your interest in dental hygiene is admirable, Pinky. But that plaque

representations of man, woman, and the rudiments of Earth's most sophisticated

science.

It's being sent on a probe to the outermost extremities of the galaxy,

with a disk showing Earth's art and music.

The aliens look upon it.

They will learn everything they need to know about the dominant species on

Earth. No.

Too bad there isn't a picture of you on their brain.

Exactly, Pinky. Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Oh, it's a brain, but pants with horizontal straps make me look chubby.

No, Pinky. If I put myself on that plaque, the aliens will recognize me as

Earth's leader.

Eat that brain! I can hide...

You see, Pinky, I have replaced the human figures on the plaque.

No, Brain.

It's brilliant.

Marvelous. Oh, just one thing.

Um, who is it?

Me. Oh, right, Brain.

Perfect likeness.

You see, I've slightly altered the great art masterpiece to enhance my own

importance as Earth's leader.

Oh, this is my favorite one, Brain.

How did that get in there?

And then they will hear some samples of the world's great works of classical

music.

Brain's the leader, brain's the leader. And America's greatest contribution to

the fine arts, rock and roll.

Now, we must go to the launch site and switch these with the real

plaque and laser disc.

But Blaine, what about ballet? Point.

Aren't you going to give them a sample of the ballet? The aliens aren't going

care about ballet, Pinky. Oh, I don't know, Blaine. I once saw a group of

Japanese tourists absolutely melt at the final scene of Giselle.

Be quiet, Pinky, before I am forced to injure you.

Halt. This is a restricted area. Show your identification.

I am the famous jet propulsion scientist, Werner Von Brain, from the

Institute in Bonn.

No! And I'm Wernher von Pinky from the Mink Institute in Pink.

Um, oh, is that the Colonel Klink Institute in Blink? Is this some kind of

Actually, we're two laboratory mice who are plotting to take over the world.

You tiny Germans sure have a sense of humor. Go on in.

From now on, Pinky, whatever anyone asks you, just say ja or nein.

Ja, nein.

Ja. Nine. Nine.

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

Six. Five.

Four. Three.

Stand by for action. Did you hear the countdown, Pinky?

Yeah. What number are they down to?

Nine. Nine? Yeah.

Excellent. Plenty of time.

Didn't you tell me they were down to nine, Pinky?

Yeah, nine points.

Tell me, Pinky, do you practice being dim or is it a natural talent?

Oh, practice brain all day, every day.

The Philbin space probe sent beyond the outer reaches of

our solar system so long ago extended an invitation to the unknown, and the

unknown has responded.

is the greatest moment in the history of the world.

Aliens from the planet Phrenobulax are landing in Washington today, and they

demand to meet our leader.

Here they come now.

Take me to your leader.

He means me.

I can feel his pain.

Nyet, I am Devon. Mais non, c 'est moi.

A really old chap? I think he means me.

You are

the

earth creature known as Brain?

Yes.

I am the leader of this planet.

Ruler of all I survey.

Earth trembles before my might.

Narf. And he really isn't just a laboratory mouse who plans to take over

world. Quiet, Pinky. I'll handle this from now on.

Point. Narf.

Narf. Point.

This one is quite intelligent.

He speaks excellent Furnabilexian. Point. Yes.

I trained him.

Narf. Point.

Egad.

You will return with us to Thronopulax, where we will celebrate your glory.

At last, Pinky. I am finally appreciated.

What does it feel like?

Then I invented the airplane.

Just before my greatest discovery.

Airline food?

No, Pinky. I was referring to electricity.

Ah.

brain? Wasn't that Ben's friend?

That is considered a gesture of respect on Earth.

One cold brain. We wish to show our respect.

North brain?

You mean all these years you were just showing me respect?

I'm touched.

You certainly are.

Now quiet. Your words are like pipe bombs in my throbbing cerebellum.

I have fulfilled my destiny.

It couldn't happen to a nicer mouse attempting to take over the world,

We are approaching your domicile, Brain Bird. We hope it will be suitable.

Come on, Pinky.

Everything will be different.

God, Brain.

They've locked us in.

Yes, Pinky.

Yes.

But let us not dwell on this.

Let us prepare for tomorrow night.

Why, Brain?

What are we going to do tomorrow night?

Same thing we do every night, Pinky.

Try to take over Phrenobulax.

The dinky, the pinky, and the brain, brain, brain, brain, brain.

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