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One, two, three.
Baby.
That's it.
Man, I'm pretty.
made our town great.
Goat tossing, evil clowns, and ahi tuna.
Today, we honor one of those things.
No, no, no. I'm talking about the tuna.
So, as mayor of our fine town, I welcome you all to the 16th annual Ahi Tuna
Fest. Let the chowing begin.
Gee, Pop.
This is the best I eat tuna fest ever.
You're telling me, Carl.
And when the town gets a load of my tuna tots, it'll put the diner on the map.
I declare this tuna to be the finest I've ever tasted.
Blasted red tide.
This is terrible, Pops. Every member of the town government has gotten food
poisoning. Pops?
I know not this Pops.
Ah, good gravy. Who will run the town?
Quickly, call the ambulance.
No time, Mayor. I've got to save the town.
Let's see. It says here in the city charter that if the entire government is
rendered sick from tuna...
The village idiot shall be proclaimed mayor.
The village idiot.
Mud Angel.
Johnny, Johnny, come quickly.
You're the new acting mayor.
Great. Let me run home and get my snowshoes and a towel grouper.
No, mayor.
All right.
Hey, how'd this happen? Well, the city charter said that the village idiot... I
mean, you're the best man for the job.
The people have spoken.
Let's motor.
Do you swear to uphold the duties of mayor to the best of your obviously
limited abilities till death do you part?
Blah, blah, blah. When do I get my graft?
Congratulations! You're the new mayor!
My administration can be summed up in three words.
Mandatory bikinis.
Actually, I had a few ideas of my own.
As indicated by these color charts.
The first thing we need to do is construct a new stadium to accommodate
the fast-growing sport of professional bingo. Then we use the proceeds we make
from the bingo to build a giant state-of-the-art spaceport so that our
town will be the UFO capital of the 21st century.
So, as you see... Done!
Really? You like my ideas?
No, I just passed my new law decreeing that all geeky dweebs be thrown in
prison.
Oh, ha-ha! Very funny!
those locked up in prison because of a retroactive clause in the town's
criminal code and can't make the prohibitively high bail blues.
And now here to dedicate the new public library is our mayor, Johnny Bravo.
Thanks, Cubby. As you know, no one hates books more than I do.
Therefore, I've ordered this library to be torn down in order to make room for a
giant sphinx in my likeness.
Well, what the heck are you standing around for?
Sphinxes don't build themselves, you know.
Hey, put your backs into it.
I love public service.
Here will be a pomegranate.
Johnny, I got a bone to pick with you. You may approach.
Johnny, your health inspectors tried to close down the diner. Because of the
asbestos in the chili? No, it was the radon in the meatloaf, but that's not
the point.
The point is, I had to bribe them over $200 to go away.
And? Well, the old mayor only charged me $50. Sorry, Pops. Time for my pedicure
and hot lemon wax.
Why, this is outrageous!
I'm a taxpayer, and I demand to speak to the city council!
All right, I'll summon them.
You know, you don't have to do that every time they walk in.
I'm free. I'm free!
Ah, sweet freedom!
This is terrible.
Oh, this is all wrong.
A true sphinx should face north-northeast, and those proportions
are way off.
Workers of the town, unite!
Get down from there, Carl.
Would you bring more evil upon us? No!
I would bring you freedom!
Are you dogs or men?
Are you Worker Ant or the Majestic Butterfly? Are you tiny one-celled
protozoans who use their hair like scilla as means of propulsion? Ah, just
get to the point!
I... I think we should rebel.
Johnny, you mean to tell me you replaced the entire city council with gorgeous
babes? Yep. Good work, son.
Stop! In the name of democracy!
Huh? What's the meaning of this?
We're deposing you for abusing the powers of your office.
Uh-oh. Quick, girls, empty the vaults and get the car running. I'll meet you
down by the submarine dock.
Hold, tyrant!
You guys are going to get so audited.
We fear you not, despot, for we are the people.
We came to these shores with our flocks full of prunes and our hearts full of
dreams. We worked the land until it brought forth its bounty of pine nuts
and wonderful onions.
And still to this day, we cry out as one people.
Liberté!
Égalité!
Fraternité!
I'm okay.
Good work, citizens.
Now get back to cracking rocks.
Get him!
Wait, wait, hold on. I'm the mayor. How can you do this after all I've done for
you? Who's helped the plight of hot babes everywhere?
Why, who tore down all those ugly hospitals and sold our fine parks for
lumber?
You're going to hurt me now, aren't you?
Oh, well, many great leaders were underappreciated during their lifetimes.
Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun.
I'm sure history will remember me kindly.
Okay, lady, just not the hair. Not the hair. Anything but... I just got it.
Watch.
I couldn't help noticing I've been staring at you for the last 20 minutes.
So tell me about yourself.
Well, I... You know, when I was five, I kept a live salamander in my mouth for
an entire month.
Here, let me test this for you.
You know, if you had your nose done, you'd be an ape.
Wave a little, Minx.
You know what you need, Johnny, is a good 10-cent cologne.
Really? Uh-huh. And as the neighborhood rep for Chemtox Industries, I have an
amazing opportunity for you.
Sign here and receive a new exotic scent on your doorstep every month for the
extra low price of... Revulsion.
Grit. Honeymoon in Calcutta? Sounds good. I'll try them all. Go easy, son.
It's never been tested on humans.
I don't feel so good.
I need some air.
Wait! Don't forget to sign!
Peasant, how dare you fail to bow before me? I'm King Leopold of the Netherlands,
famous throughout the world for inventing cheese.
Uh, sure, Your Majesty. Now, if you could just sign this decree.
Sorry, no can do. I'm late for my coronation. I see you've got my robes
and scepter ready.
I'll just put you down for a three-month supply.
Good people of the Netherlands, follow me!
I shall take you to higher ground.
Ah, Count Murray, kneel before me that I may knight you.
Receive from me all the lands west of the bowling alley in perpetuity for the
unbind. Your Majesty, I remain your obedient servant.
Good count. Have a county on me.
Ah, my subjects love me. Do you hear me, Cedric of Northumberland? The final
victory is mine.
Mine! Mine!
A wheel of brie for... All of my men.
Sir, wake up, sir.
Well, huh? What?
Are you the Queen of Limburger?
No, I'm Sister Sarah Herslinger, and you're at Treacle House.
How did I get here?
You were brought in two days ago after a bout of cologne-induced hysteria. I
nursed you back to health.
Cool. That means you dig me. But enough about me. Tell me about you.
Well, I... You know, when I was 12, I was kicked real hard in the head at a
pony farm.
Ah, someone's raining again.
Let's get you up and walking.
Established in 1932, Treacle House helps down-on-their-luck nice people who want
to be nice to other nice people in a nice atmosphere.
Chair? Why, thank you.
How nice of you to say thank you.
How pleasant of you to be thanked, Muffet.
Thank you.
That's just creepy.
Hey, what say we go back to my room and you give me some more of that fancy
nerfing? I'm sorry, Johnny. I only date nice men with noble spirits.
I'm nice. I'm noble.
Hey, watch where you're going, etiquette monkey. See? I can be nice. Just give me
a chance.
Well, okay.
If you can show me the kind of patience that... Yippee!
Out of my way, you losers. Nice guy coming through.
Help those in need.
Creep. Give till it hurts.
Cheap so-and-so.
Hey, you! Give me some money for the needy. I'm sorry. I give generously
every year to my office Christmas fund. Yeah, and I'm a Dallas cowgirl. Now make
with a dead president.
And just what do you think you're doing?
Oh, hello, officer.
Have you given lately?
No, I haven't. Why, you stingin' no good.
And if I catch any of your people fundraising on the streets again, it'll
be off to the host girl, witches.
Every time I try to fight the power, the man slaps me down.
That's all right, Johnny.
I wouldn't be much of a nice person if I didn't give you another chance.
Well, that's the kind of pig-headed ignorance I... Oh, thank you.
For today's noontime entertainment, the Green Grove Retirement Home presents the
comedy stylings of Johnny Bravo and Chippy.
Thank you. Thank you very much. So, Chippy, what's it like to be a dummy?
You told me, you dumb hump!
What? I'm tired of your sass. I'm trying to entertain these nice old people, and
you make me look like a fool.
Oh, I am sick of you. For years, you've held me back.
Chippy! No!
What have I done?
Chippy! What are you looking at?
Stop staring at me with your accusing eyes.
Stop it, I say!
And so we'd appreciate it if no one from Treacle House ever comes here again!
Oh, John.
I know you must be crestfallen by this new failure.
I'm sorry, Sarah.
I know you have a good heart, so I'm going to give you... Another chance.
Sweet. You know, you nice people aren't as bright as you look.
Another chance.
That's rich.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Johnny, what are you doing?
Hello, sir. I woke up at 5 a.m. to make a pancake breakfast for the whole house.
Clear the rest of the day for romance, because Johnny is nice.
Where did you get all the pancake mix?
I didn't use pancake mix. I used my own recipe. Three parts yeast, eight parts
yeast, and yeast to taste.
Treacle House is ruined!
Oh, this is terrible.
We don't have nearly enough maple syrup. I guess I failed again.
Don't despair, Johnny. I know one good thing that's come from all this.
What's that?
I realize I've wasted my life trying to help idiots like you!
Man, that felt good.
So long, loser!
I'm off to shave my head and join a heavy metal rock band!
Hey, you got some pancake on your shirt.
Huh? Where?
I always fall for the bad girls.
Bendy.
Here I am, girls. Let the yoga class begin.
Look at me, girls. I'm a love pretzel.
Funny, I don't feel centered.
Hey,
baby. I know what you're thinking.
He's a rebel. A bad boy.
Trouble with a capital T.
Actually, I was thinking, get away from me. I'm trying to read.
Admit it. You've never seen such an impressive pile of greasy, shiny,
turning medley thing.
No, it sounds like your points need cleaning and your governor could use an
adjustment. Here, let me.
Think I'm okay.
What do you think, little cooter pig-peas?
Huh? The Dandy 500.
That's it.
That's what chicks like.
Billboards. I mean, race car drivers.
But first, I need a car.
I know. I'll enter the Dandy 500, win it, and use the prize money to buy a car
to race in the Dandy 500.
Only one problem. I don't have a car.
This car seed ain't never gonna grow.
Maybe I'll just get some shut-eye against this car-shaped thing.
Car-shaped thing?
Hmm.
Don't ever look under that car-shaped tarp. Don't even ask me about that car
-shaped tarp. Never, ever look under it. The tarp, I mean.
There must be candy under here.
Aw, man, it's nothing but a stupid car.
Car!
Humphie.
Listen to it first.
Nice handling.
Fifth floor, chandelier.
Sixth floor, expensive crockery.
Hey, I'm Parallel Park.
Hi, Johnny.
Wow, a 57 Kefauver stool pigeon. Only seven of them were ever made.
Yep, this baby's going to ride me to victory in the Dandy 500.
With a cracked manifold and a wiggity head gasket? I don't think so, Mr. Fancy
Pants.
What'd you just call me?
Really? Sweet!
as pretty as me.
You're probably wondering how to thank me for... Shut up and give me the keys.
It is a beautiful day for the Dandy 500 as we await the arrival of a mysterious
last-minute entry.
And there it is now, the Chipmunk 5 with Johnny Bravo behind the wheel.
Earl, how did you teach Johnny to drive that way?
I didn't, Pops. Johnny has the driving skills of a deranged howler monkey, so I
installed a remote control that'll let me steer from the sidelines.
I left my Thighmeister in here someplace.
Oh, no!
Someone took the 57 stool pigeon. They're tampering with forces they don't
understand. It's a good thing I've got my YoJack vehicle locating device.
Good gravy!
Somebody's driving it right now!
At the speedway.
Get ready, Pop. I'm bringing him in. for a pit stop.
Right on.
Carl, I was having the most wonderful dream.
Fuck it, Johnny. Fuck it.
He's good to go.
Can I try driving with my teeth?
Bye.
This won't end well.
It appears that the Chick Magnet 5 is completely out of control.
That's the dual pigeon.
And my Johnny.
Oh, don't blame out, darling.
Mama's coming.
Mama, what are you doing here?
Shop over.
Let Mama drive.
Eat my dust, speed jockey! And suddenly, almost as if a real driver had taken
control from a total idiot, the Chick Magnet 5 takes the lead!
We win, Pop!
We win!
Pop!
Run!
Gee, Mama, I didn't know you knew how to drive race cars.
Oh, sure, honey. I worked the pro circuit back during the war when there
were no men around to burn rubber.
Yeah, well, that's very interesting, but what matters is that I won the race.
I'm a professional driver, and pigs are going to love me.
Not so fast, Mr. Sticky Fingers. In my house, grand theft auto means chores for
a week.
Ah, chores for a week.
And you, Mr. Install's nuclear engines in other people's cars, you're going to
help him.
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