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[yelling]

♪ I got ya with my winning smile ♪

♪ I'm a living lesson in flair and style ♪

♪ You just can't help but stare at my savoir-faire ♪

♪ I'm Nouveau, Deco, Roman-Greco ♪

♪ Rococo, Barroco ♪

♪ Be-bop, hip-hop, flip-flop ♪

Somebody stop me!

♪ Pretty viridian faces like mine ♪

Don't come a dime a dozen, I stand out of the crowd!

♪ Babe, when they made me Yeah, they broke the mold! ♪

Wholesome and kind, staid and refined. Totally out of my mind!

♪ Arch-villains and ne'er-do-wells ♪

♪ Had better learn to decorate prison cells ♪

Green goes with anything if they ask, see?

♪ Well, there's one last thing I gotta sing about ♪

Open up wide and really shout!

Whoa, look out!

♪ This is the Mask! ♪♪

Smokin'!

[music playing]

Yowza!

Oh, baby. They're playing my song!

Watch me work, people. Watch me work!

Conga line!

[all cheering]

Somebody stop me!

[crashing]

Hey, girlfriends.

Good evening, ladies.

We must hang out together again, soon.

Very soon.

Oh, I do so love a man in green.

[whistling]

[voice] Hey, buster.

Yeah, that's right, down here.

I'm getting real hungry,

and it's time you did something about it.

All right, all right, quit growling.

Nobody likes a sour stomach.

Uh, can I take your... order?

Yes. I'll have ten,

no, make it 15, no, make it 20 pizzas

with double, no, triple, no quadruple toppings,

and make it snappy.

Garcon, garcon, where is my order?!

[smacking]

[burping loudly]

[all shouting]

[crashing]

And another 20 pizzas to go.

[stammering] Sorry.

But the boss says no more pizzas till you pay your bill.

Sure, sure, no prob... Ah-ooga!

Uh, uno momento, please.

Ah-ha!

Maxed out.

Ah, paydirt!

[kissing]

Thank you so much, my dermatologically challenged friend.

Wonder what he meant by that.

Ah.

Now for some apredinner couch potatoing.

[static]

And I guarantee, nay, promise,

clear skies for this morning's soap sculpture parade.

[thunder cracking]

In other weather news...

[clearing throat] Thanks, Fritz,

but enough about the weather.

We've got real news to report.

Firefighters rescued little Timmy Miller's pet hamster Chaucer

from the top of a 20-foot oak.

And from Landfill Park to the harbor,

that's it for today's news.

But wait. I had more on the weather.

Oh, do you, now?

Haven't you destroyed enough lives for one morning?

You've got a lot of nerve

forecasting it's gonna be a clear day.

Well, isn't it?

Does that answer your question?

You know, as a weatherman, you are all wet, pal.

If I had real forecasting tools,

I could predict the weather better.

But no.

The station refuses to treat its weathermen

- with any respect. - Ho hum.

Like I haven't heard this boring tirade

a dozen times before.

I'm a professional, you hear me?

I've had 13 years of meteorological college.

Someday, I'll teach you all

to take me and my weather seriously.

Good news, Fritz.

Statistics show we can increase our viewing audience

with children under four if you wear a clown suit

while doing the weather.

[both laughing]

- That's rich. - Yeah, that's a good one.

I will not tolerate this lack of respect for my profession.

- [grunting] - Hey! Whoa!

That's it, Fritz Drizzle. You're fired.

- You're out of here. - For now.

But I'll be back.

To take my revenge against you,

this TV station,

and while I'm spreading it around,

all of Edge City!

Now that is one tempestuous fellow.

[Fritz panting]

I'll show those small-minded fools.

They think weather is to be taken lightly?

I'll give 'em something else to think about.

A little tweak here,

a little adjustment there,

and lots of kicking here,

will spin Edge City's weather satellite out of control.

Let's see how well they get along

with no weather forecasts at all!

[beeping]

[alarm sounding]

[thunder cracking]

[screaming]

I feel different.

So full of energy.

As if... [sizzling]

Yes! It's true.

I've been imbued with the awesome power

of weather itself.

And now the time has come to make them fear that power,

to fear the power of... the Tempest!

[laughing maniacally]

Now, another round of chili cheeseburgers.

Here's a check for the chow, my good man,

and a little something extra for your retirement fund.

[gulps]

Hey, what gives?

These are pinkish. I ordered them well-done.

[chuckling] That's a bit too well-done.

[laughing]

[shouting]

All right, who's the wise guy?

I don't know who you are, pal,

but your funny costume is about to get some serious alterations.

[chuckling] Gone like the wind, huh?

Behold!

The power of weather is at my fingertips.

Oh, speaking of fingertips, darling,

all those lightning bolts are drying your cuticles something awful.

Ah. You know, I have noticed

some flakiness every now and then.

How dare you mock the Tempest?

The Tempest?

I thought you were just that weather wimp, Fritz Drizzle.

Hmm? I was.

Until an electrical charge from a satellite,

after being filtered through the charged ions

of a thunderstorm, imbued me with the power

- of weather itself. - Oh, yeah, uh-huh.

Oh, look, a half-off coupon on doggie biscuits.

Mm-hmm, great.

You insolent swine.

Feel the power of my wind!

Soon as those chili burgers kick in,

you're gonna feel the power of my wind!

Now then, by my calculations

all I've got to do is hit that awning at a 22 degree angle

undit will most certainly break my fall.

[thudding]

Well, it was a good theory, anyhoo.

[groans]

[Mask yodeling]

[panting] Ooh.

Was quite a climb, I long to tell you, ya.

A nice hot cup of cocoa would really hit the spot, ya.

Oh, I'm fresh out of cocoa, but, uh...

how's this for hot?

- [bell ringing] - All right, you big nothing.

I'm gonna punch you so hard,

your grandma's gonna need stitches, know what I'm saying?

Oh, my. Such a temper.

I think you need to chill... out.

[chuckles]

And now that I've put him in the deep freeze...

I can take my vengeance upon the rest of the city.

[laughing]

[cracking]

[gurgling]

Oh, man.

[stuttering] This is cold.

[gasps] The Mask!

No!

[struggling] I gotta break out of this cube

before I freeze to death.

OK, if I can just tip over.

Whoa!

Wait, stop!

[shouting]

[continues shouting]

[shivering]

The Mask has gotta be around here somewhere, doesn't it?

[sneezing]

Oh, I gotta go warm up before I catch pneumonia.

Disaster struck the annual soap sculpture parade today,

as the rain poured down entrants were sudsed.

[explosion]

What was... [yelling]

Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be under

some sort of wind attack.

Wind attack nothing.

You're in the grip of the tempest of the century.

Me.

Look here, you, we're in the middle of a broadcast.

- You can't... - Oh, can't I?

And now, a word from our sponsors.

Don't you dare turn that camera off.

[stammering] Yes, sir. No, sir.

[shivering]

So cold. Oh, I'm so cold.

Maybe something warm is on TV, huh?

Yeah, something with beaches and sunshine and babes.

Hello. The weather forecast for Edge City is disaster.

Unless my demands are met.

I want a giant monument, taller than the Eiffel Tower

erected to honor that great, but unappreciated weatherman,

Fritz Drizzle.

Who is this nut?

And, just to prove that I mean business,

I'm, uh, planning a little demonstration

of my torrential power!

A blizzard that will bring the entire city

to a standstill.

[laughing]

Oh, I would have to lose the Mask now.

I mean, who else is gonna stop a nut like this?

[phone ringing]

Ooh, uh... Who's calling, please?

Collection agency?

But I didn't eat any...

[whimpers] The Mask!

I dig.

Think, Stanley, think, think, think.

Uh, OK, if I work overtime at the bank all week,

I should have just enough money to pay off...

- [phone ringing] - Hello?

Hey, Stanley, Charlie here.

It looks like the bank is gonna be closed down for a while

because of the blizzard.

What? No, they can't do...

Yep, matter of fact, every business in town is closed.

Except the post office.

You know, they got that dumb motto,

"Rain, sleet or snow, the mail's gotta go" or something.

Well, ta-ta.

I'm off to rustle me up some ski bunnies.

[sighing] Well, Milo, old pal,

looks like the only way for me to pay off this bill

is to take another job, and...

since there's only one available...

Congratulations, son.

You are now a member of the US Postal Service.

Here's your standard issue uniform,

your standard issue shoes, your standard issue postal bag,

and your standard issue can of dog repellent.

Now get out there and deliver that mail.

[laughing]

Ah, look at the lovely devastation I have wrought

with my blizzard.

Ah, the entire city is at a standstill

no one is able to work,

all goods and services have been halted.

Oh, beautiful, beautiful.

Wait. What's this?

[grunting] Today would have to be the day

the book club sends everybody a free encyclopedia set.

[grumbling]

How dare some pathetic postman defy me?

Sic him, boy.

Okay, now where is 358E?

I see "C", I see "D" and "F", but no "E."

Oh, I can't think with that stupid train

making all that noise.

Wait a minute.

The trains aren't running in this blizzard.

[shouting]

[shouting]

[laughing]

Behold the awesome and deadly power of weather.

[shouting]

Whoo! Time to get off this tilt-a-whirl.

Daddy's feeling a little green around the gills.

I'll take potpourri for 500, Alex.

Oh, baby, that feels so good.

All right, sister twister.

It's you and me.

Ooh, come on and be a good little natural disaster.

Play nice now. [grunts]

OK, you big windbag, two can play at that game.

[inhaling]

Ptooey!

[burping]

Whoa. Major heartburn.

[chuckles] Break out the life rafts, Edge City,

'cause it's gonna rain like it's never rained before.

I'll take 75 anchovy and mayonnaise pizzas,

twenty-three pepperoni and peanut butter pizzas, two with extra sushi and 52...

[quacking]

Hmm. This pizza seems a tad on the soggy side.

OK, who's the doofus who forgot to jiggle the handle on the toilet?

[indistinct chatter]

It's that weather weirdo again.

He's ruining my city!

Only I get to do that.

[Tempest] Finally, the city trembles

before the terrible power of the Tempest!

Just wait until they hear tomorrow's forecast.

It's going to be unseasonably deadly.

[Mask] Say there.

You wouldn't have a spare towel on you, would you?

No? Well, then,

I'm just gonna have to dry off doggie style.

Oh, do let me help.

A little heat lightning can do wonders.

Sorry, but I chafe rather easily.

On account of my dainty, girlish complexion.

[giggling]

[tsking]

Such disrespect.

Time for you to hail to the Chief!

You call that a pitch?

[grunts]

Time for you to hit the showers.

Now, where is that weather weenie?

The Tempest is no weenie, you green monstrosity.

I command the elements.

Behold.

[thunder cracking]

Hmm. Not good.

[shouting]

Oh, I am sorry.

What you need is a little soothing water

to wipe away those salty tears.

[gurgling]

That's it. I can't take anymore.

Like a green rat,

trying to escape a sinking ship.

No, more like a plumber trying to unplug a stinky drain.

Sorry, weather boy,

but it looks like your career has gone...

Dare I say it? Down the drain.

[sighing]

Well, nothing like defeating a demented meteorologist

to build up an appetite.

[chuckling]

[burps]