Original subtitles

You, Ray, what do you want to do tonight?

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

The Pinky and the Brain.

The Pinky and the Brain.

One is a genius, the other's insane.

An advertory might.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The dickie, the dickie and the brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain,

If

I

get her, it's impossible.

To travel around the world in 80 days. No man can accomplish such a feat.

Don't be so sure, Sir Sidney.

After all, this is 1872, the modern age, the time when burly men are conquering

the world through dynamic action.

By Gadsden, I'll... That's a capital suggestion.

If anyone can circumnavigate the entire globe in 80 days, we'll make him

president of our club.

Why, I'll accept that challenge. What?

Club presidency would be another proud trophy, so to speak, like these that

our walls.

Right there, right there, right there.

Now, Pinky.

Right on.

We must pack our bags.

We are about to become world travelers.

Hey, Gadvain, you've been traveling and getting somewhere?

It boggles the mind.

I suppose if you had a mind, it would be easily boggled.

Ta -da!

Look, Blaine, I'm all set. I have matching luggage, I don't mind telling

Point! I even have a traveler's phrasebook.

Bonjour! Hola!

Good... Mindless tourism is not the point of our trip, Pinky. Do you have

idea why we've been camping out in this wretched wall?

To acquire a tank and musty snow?

Pinky, you have the reasoning skills of a burlap sack.

Now, pay attention.

Here is tonight's plan.

Fact. With the ever -increasing global domination of the British Empire, the

surest way to rule the world is to become prime minister.

Sí, bueno.

Fact. Every prime minister for the last 200 years has first been president of

the Pompous Explorers Club.

Da, hold on, Sean.

Fact. The Pompous Explorers Club will give its presidency to anyone who can

circle the globe in 80 days.

Yeah, that is good.

Pinky, we must circle the globe in less than 80 days, claim the club presidency,

and then the world.

He's got brilliant brain. Not just brain, Pinky. From now on, call me Lord

of Lumford Chestershire.

Gentlemen, I'm off. Around the world in 80 days.

Unless there are any challengers.

I challenge you.

What? Who said that?

I will travel around the world in 79 days. Those huge

ears, those pinched features, they must be royalty.

Actually, I am a mouse bent on global domination.

Definitely royalty.

Presenting Lord... Narf... Um, what brain?

Lumpford Chestershire.

Lumpford... Somethingshire!

Well then, Lord Narfum, what brain, Lumpford Somethingshire. The wager is

Circle the globe in 79 days, and the club presidency is yours.

Good luck, old chap.

Pays me a trip, what?

Gentlemen, I bid you farewell.

Do me loha!

See you later, Lithuanian. Oh, no, wait.

It's Portuguese for I am a cantaloupe. I'm inclined to agree with that book,

Pinky.

Love! Oh, this is invigorating, Blaine.

High above the earth, the vast ocean far below.

Actually, it's a little smaller than I thought. That's because it's a puddle.

Throw out the sandbags and cap it off.

All right.

Bon voyage!

That's French for bon voyage.

I'll try to remember that.

I've made some modifications to this craft.

Observe, Pinky.

This rigging allows us to control our vertical motion.

I've made a modification too, Zane. Spin, spin, spin.

Stop,

Pinky.

I'm not dying.

That's Arabic for I feel dizzy.

Ich würde Ihnen schaden müssen.

That's German for I'm going to have to hurt you.

Canard! Canard!

Canard. Doesn't that mean duck?

I may.

Pinky, we've arrived in Italy. We must land for supplies.

Italy, Italy. Oh, here we are. In Italy, there are certain hand gestures one

should never use.

Hmm. Oh, this.

This.

And, oh, this one's funny.

How about this one?

Nope, don't see that one.

Here, take this map of Italy.

Now, as I release the hot air, you tell me when we get close to the ground.

Then I'll leap out and secure the balloon.

No!

Will you look at that?

How close are we to the ground, Pinky?

It looks like a foot.

Good.

I'll be with you as soon as the oxygen reaches my skull, Pinky.

A true leader is ever undaunted. We will simply approach the local peasantry and

demand that they assist us.

Careful of those offensive hand gestures, Brain.

Bah, Pinky. I will communicate in the language of tourists.

Shouting really loudly as if everyone else is stupid.

And death.

You help me!

Where?

Train station!

What are you doing?

What are you talking about?

What did you say, Louis?

No! Ray, look out!

Don't bother me, Pinky. I'm... Ow!

Find something to say in Italian.

What was that?

Either I'm sorry or you have the smell of fish.

Let me guess which.

Quickly, Pinky. In here.

My God,

this is terrible.

Twenty -three days into his journey, and Lord Northam, what brain lump has

something Shire has lost over it today?

I don't know, Sir Niles. I think it looks more like a boot.

We're right on schedule, Pinky.

Thanks to my meticulous planning, extensive research, and attention to

we are now practically where we need to be.

No! You amazed me, Plank.

Your wine, sir.

An amusing vintage with an excellent nose.

My word!

It also seems to have ears and a tail.

Hurry, sir.

I'm sorry, brain. I can't find the Hindi translation for please take me to a

chiropractor. No matter, Pinky. We have no time for recuperation. We must press

quickly through India to remain on schedule.

Hold cola!

It's no use, brain.

Indian people don't seem to respond to politeness.

How cola.

That's American Indian, Pinky. The language of the Sioux.

No matter, everyone responds to authority.

Stand back.

Make way for the future leader of the world.

Heaven, it worked.

Perhaps I'm finally getting the respect I deserve.

Of course.

Cows are sacred in India, Pinky. They are allowed to go anywhere. Are you

pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky? Well, I think so, Blaine, but... No, no,

it's too stupid.

We will disguise ourselves as a cow.

No! That was the exact...

Move. We are a cow.

Take us to China.

Move.

The irony of it all, Pinky. Years of trying to take over the world, and all I

had to do was say, move.

Uh, there's something you ought to know, Dwayne.

Cows aren't sacred in China.

And say, how will we, a huge cow, helpless, tied by the hooves, ever get

down from here?

Snap out of it, Pinky. We're not a cow.

Oh, right then. Well, off we go.

Quickly,

Pinky. We've lost valuable time. We can't let anything stop us.

Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Gong Xi Fa Cai?

Point. I wonder what that means.

Obviously some all -purpose greeting like hello or have a nice day or

Maybe it means watch out for that wall.

Perhaps, but we can't let a little wall stop us, Pinky.

Enough. How about a great big one?

Follow me.

You are a lamp unto my feet, Brain.

Don't you touch I.

There, Brain, no. He said it again.

Maybe it means I'm an idiot in a dragon costume.

There are very effective people, Brain.

Maybe it means hold the MSG.

Gone she's like I.

Hey, Dad, I think I've found it, Brain. But it's too dark to read.

Oh, it means Happy New Year.

As in Happy Chinese New Year?

Give me that.

Lord Narfum, what brain lump and something shire appears to be done for?

How will he get out of this one?

Yes, Fenyos, that's a splendid idea.

But where will he get a duck and a hose at this hour?

At least we're gaining valuable

time. The sea brain, there's a bright side to everything.

Yes, perhaps, but that which goes up...

must come down.

Civilization at last.

Really? I thought this was America. We won't be needing that book here, Pinky.

do have a working knowledge of English.

Pardon me, my good man.

These are dead, damn it, bunch of scallywags from the hoosecower hankering

the land that goes to this ruckus down at the Pankyup. Oh, I done seen them.

Yeah, I did, I did.

What? Was that English, Brian?

Either that or he's calling a square dance in Dutch.

No matter. He was pointing this way. He must have been offering us those horses.

Giddy up, Horsey.

Giddy up.

Yeah.

Hi -yi -yippee. Yee -haw.

Giddy up.

Come on, Deputy.

We'll head them off.

I reckon when varmints disappear into the crevice of no man's butte, you never

see them again.

Time running out.

Are you part of it?

What?

Yes,

Pinky. Tell him I am Great Chief Brain. Must go east to where sun rises.

Great Chief, east.

At least we got to New York, Brain.

Let's hear it for the world's tiniest Indian king, Sitting Brain.

Forgive me if I'm less than ecstatic, Pinky.

Aha!

Now, Pinky.

We don't have a second to spare. We'll take one of these cabs to the pier and

catch our boat to London.

No!

really did it. We're going to take over the world.

Yes, Pinky.

Thanks to you and your phrasebook.

Oh, Brian.

We have conquered language, and soon we will conquer the world. For now, there

is no one we cannot communicate with.

Driver, take us to the pier.

Happy I make you very chichi -esli down the street, Lola. The pier. The pier.

Who's got a funny cloud?

Pier, that's bacon.

Does that book translate New York cabbie, Pinky?

Um, no.

Huh?

And the next president of the Pompous Explorers Club is... Benjamin Disraeli.

It's a shame that Lord Narfum What -Brain -Lumford -Something -Shire -Chap

showed up.

150 days and counting.

Thank you. I love you, too.

Try Turkish.

Swahili.

Arabic.

You're talking for a pleased little going now, hey, Coochie?

Hurry, Pinky. We have to get back and prepare for tomorrow night.

What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain? How many ways does that book have

to say?

Try to take over the world.