Original subtitles

Welcome to a land that's way under, down under. It's quite always yellow with

rain or shine.

Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

The top of his tummy, they start to spin like a Tasmanian devil in his closest

kin. Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Mom's alive, why a death knell for Bonalong? Molly's all fired up for Jake,

plays with the dog.

Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Didgeridingo and Wendell Tearwolf.

Francis X Bush, lad is never uncouth.

Oh,

yeah, don't forget Taz.

It's a fine day to trap a Tasmanian devil for the zoo-going children of the

world, don't you think, Axel?

Gee, Bull, you know I don't think.

For this, I am thankful, Axel.

think that drilling such a tiny hole in a dam would end up causing such a

spectacular flood, Daniel, my bro?

Hey, isn't that our carnivorous pal, Taz?

Taz, where are you off to in such a hurry?

Hmm,

what was that?

Sounded like bad driving to me.

Gee, Bull, that was fun.

Let's do it again.

No, Axel, that wasn't fun. That was life-threatening danger.

You see, fun only hurts sometimes, Axel, but danger hurts all the time.

Oh.

You know, Axel, this capturing the Tasmanian devil seems to dominate our

every appearance on this TV show.

Well, I... I noticed that too, Bull, but I didn't want to say anything.

And I, for one, am glad you didn't, Axel. But regardless, we are left with a

small dilemma. How to capture the beast?

Small? I'll just bet if he was smaller, he'd be a whole lot easier to catch.

Don't you think, Bull?

I think the only thing small is your poor brain, Axel. Perhaps a special

lesson will help it swell. I mean, grow.

I thought we heard someone talking about mini-tribation over here.

Oh, no. We were just talking about trying to make something smaller.

Well, this is your lucky day, fellow outback dwellers.

This, my friends, is the amazing Platypus Brothers' shrink-o-matic

compactotronic ray.

Patent pending.

Ooh!

Ooh, it's right. This amazing apparatus has the ability to shrink any object

that it happens to be pointed at. Ah!

What can we shrink for demonstration purposes, oh significant other?

Hmm, I think the phone bill is in the truck. Why don't we shrink that? Indeed,

those calls to mother sure do add up.

that Tasmanian devil, and he's headed straight for us.

Definitely astute, Axel. As much as this could lead to another lesson defining

the difference between fun and danger, I think employing this shrink device will

help tip the scales to the former.

Hey, Paul, there's that Tasmanian devil, and he... You're really a pimp, Axel.

Now get over here and help me aim this thing at that ignorant bee.

What do you know?

It actually works. I wasn't going to say anything. Were you, oh super fib?

Just look at him, Axel. He doesn't even realize he's been shrunk to the

diminutive size of an insect.

Poor, brainless animal.

Not like us, huh, bro?

No, not like...

Something is definitely amiss, Axel.

Careful where you step, my always careful bro. Be assured, I would not

want to squash the evidence of our shared success.

I can't help but imagine the elated sense of joy our friends must be feeling

by discovering they have become a part of Platypi's shrink technology history.

Oh, you both do all your own stunt work, huh?

Well, we feel it's an integral part of retaining the authenticity of each role.

Yeah, so often in inferior cartoons, they'll use a stunt tune, and it's

usually painfully obvious, especially in the anvil or piano-dropping gag.

Well, back to the set.

Okay, love, we got this page at the last minute shot, so we won't be needing you

darlings in this scene, okay?

I suppose you're all wondering why I'm not in this week's show.

Well, I am, too.

Okay, everybody quiet.

Tasmania, Amazing Shrinking, etc.

Take 600.

And... action.

This random hunting about is getting us nowhere fast, my tenacious twin.

It does seem rather aimless, oh observant ovum mate. What would we do if

we were them?

Probably try to get the attention of the larger folks through some cleverly

contrived means.

The only thing cleverly contrived here is how we're all working together now.

But being of such diminutive size may limit your options when it came to

selecting a method of signalization.

Yes, that's true.

Oh, look at that.

Wow. How singular.

A shooting star. And in broad daylight, too.

Perhaps we should be looking around for some sort of signal.

All right. You look that way, and I'll look this way.

Well, since I'm already facing this way, why don't I look that way and you look

this way? Your grasp of logic is astonishing.

Duck-billed magnificence, to be sure.

Oh, tut-tut, dear brother. You forget, two heads are always better than one,

especially if they're the heads of... The Platypus Brothers!

Hey, kids, is this becoming a catchphrase yet?

noticing anything minuscule attracting my attention.

Neither am I.

Perhaps we should go to the homestead and collect some gear that would allow

us to be more effective in our search.

What an excellent idea, my brilliant bro. While we're there, we can take a

snack break and see what's on the old tube.

there, Mr. Devil. I know you might be just a little angry about this reduction

thing, but remember, we're...

Hey, you guys, look!

It's those lousy pinheads who wrecked our hive!

Attack formation!

Funny how adversity brings unlikely folks together.

I'm feeling a lot of love here, Bo.

Let's not get carried away, Axel.

are the ones who destroyed our world. Let's teach them a lesson they'll never

forget.

He missed the ten-pin, Betty.

Yes, he failed to knock it down, Bill. It's still standing up, Betty. Now he

must try to knock it down, Bill. I think that's the strategy he's going to adopt,

Betty. Well, I'm so glad you three were able to join me for a little barbecue.

How do you want your meat to be done?

Oh, I'll have mine done medium rare, please.

Remind me to give you a special lesson for saying that if we get out of this

alive, Axel.

Ten-four, Bill.

I sure do love barbecues, don't you?

I repeat, you're a pip, Axel.

Hey, Bull, what's that he's sharpening?

It's called a barbecue spit, and it's used in cooking. You see, the pointed

end of the spit is shoved through the... Okay, so that's ribs, rib, leg, leg,

leg. Who wanted the rump, Rose?

Who'd like to go first?

Gee, Bull, that was another narrow escape for us, wasn't it? Why is it so

much easier to get out of a tight spot during a commercial?

Well, for one, Axel, no one is looking, so pretty much anything can happen.

Okay, sweetheart, listen up.

Now, Taz, you're chasing the gators, and you're really upset at the fact that

they've shrunk you.

Would you like to spit growl thing?

That would be perfect.

Okay, places, people.

Ready, Taz?

Or should I say Mr.

Copyright Merchandisable Star?

We've all known characters that have gone on to become famous plush toys.

Oh, well.

Televised bowling certainly is a refreshing way to avoid plot

involvement, don't you think, Timothy?

Uh-uh-uh. Let us not be too obvious or aware of our role in this story, Daniel.

Remember, my careful collaborator, watch where you...

What is it, my perplexed partner?

I think I've stepped in something unpleasant.

Was it squeaky? It was, but also crunchy.

Sounds like a satisfying experience.

Good work, my fellow fellow. You've probably saved their lives.

Teamwork is the key to all success.

Aim the shrink device at our brave friends, and let's restore them to their

rightful sizes.

You know, I just had a feeling this was going to happen.

I had no idea that we could shrink them any smaller than they already were. We

are learning so much today. Our device has surpassed all expectations.

Smaller and smaller they go, and where they'll stop is anybody's guess. We

should probably get them to the lab before we lose them for good.

Safety first, as always, my cautious comrade. Be gentle. We don't want to

bruise our little... Would you like a tissue?

Hey, where did they go? The tissue can wait, dear brother. I think the force of

my naval discharge has blown our comrades onto the region of your person.

There's only one thing to do.

Hey, come on, you guys.

Let me into today's show.

This is really a mess, but it's nothing a tall, cool glass of OJ won't fix.

Our State of the Platypi tiny tracking system should be able to locate our

minuscule comrade.

Right, bro? You find them, and I'll work on my tan.

Gee, Bull, shouldn't Taz be chasing us now?

Way to go, Axel.

I'm glad to see you chose

the proton X-ray tracking laser.

Yes, but won't this expose you to unusually high levels of phosphorus and

gamma radiation?

Oh, that's nothing a few multivitamins won't cure.

Let her rip!

They run into your head, brother dear.

Try not to think about anything.

One stray thought could crush them.

I'm ready to throw the switch when you are, Timothy.

Hold on there, Daniel, old chum. If those chaps are inside my head, wouldn't

blasting them back to normal cause severe cranial damage, or at the very

least, a migraine? Oops. You certainly caught me in the act of being myself,

Timothy. I'll use less permanently destructive means.

sanitizer here should be able to extract them from your head and polish your

brain at the same time. You know, it does feel as though it could use a good

scrubbing.

Gee, Bull.

I sure say gee, Bull, a lot.

I'm confused.

Where are we?

Thanks for the opening, Axel.

I think we are inside the actual fabric of the universe. Or a universe within a

universe, or it could just be a big special effect.

Hi there. Well, what do you know? I made it into this show after all.

Put on your safety belt, kids, while I now reach out of this yarn.

You see, Axel needn't fear because the... We're on the case.

You see, Daniel's cranial sanitizing device was a success.

He sucked out Taz and the gators and quickly placed them on a petri dish for

safekeeping.

Unfortunately, along with Taz and the gators, he also sucked out every thought

inside his brother's head, leaving him a bit stunned, but otherwise okay.

He hooked the device back up to Timothy's head and threw the machine

into reverse, putting every thought back inside his brother's head.

Also leaving him a bit stunned, but otherwise okay.

There was much rejoicing.

Yay! But they still had to return Taz and the Gators back to their normal

size. The clever brothers put them under the shrinking device and promptly tipped

the thing over, smashing it into a million pieces.

All appeared lost for Taz and the Gators. It looked like all the platypus

brothers had to look forward to was a long and costly lawsuit.

But just as Daniel was on the phone making arrangements for he and his

brother to leave the country, Taz and the Gators miraculously grew back to

their original size on their own.

They were all a bit bewildered from their ordeal, so I bought them all a

round of tall, cool glasses of O.J.

Yay!

And then it was time for a commercial.

Well,

that certainly was a harrowing experience.

Well said, my sibilant sibling.

But one must ask oneself, what has one learned?

The powers of nature are truly awesome, my friend. And I think I can sum up our

experience this way. By quoting from, I believe it was Socrates, who once said,

blah, blah, blah, yackety, mackety.