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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNARLS)

(GROWLS)

(LAUGHS)

Gee, that's pretty good, Bunnicula.

-Thank you. -(CHESTER SPITTING)

-(CUP SHATTERS) -What did you do? It's ruined.

(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)

We found some blank canvases

so Bunnicula wanted to try painting.

That is not a blank canvas. That's my art.

Not that drivel.

Oh, I kinda like it.

Well, obviously you don't understand what real art is.

You're right, Chester.

I was just responding to the detachment of line to color

and the redistribution of pictorial space.

Exactly. It's meaningless.

You need a lesson in what real art is.

-That's okay. -(GIBBERISH)

Take this for instance.

This painting is called Frustration.

This next one is called Solitude.

And this was my blue period.

Wow. We don't understand art at all.

(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)

Well, that's how you know I'm a genius.

Art surrounds us from the smallest speck to the entirety of the universe.

That this for example.

This stately water cooler.

Its curvaceous design echoes the rolling waves of the ocean.

Magnificent!

The strong sturdy legs of this stool, hand-carved to perfection.

And this natural wonder.

A Romanesco broccoli?

It's a naturally occurring fractal.

Ooh!

CHESTER: No matter how far you zoom in,

the features repeat on a smaller scale.

This twisty pattern repeats in each of its smaller parts.

(SLURPING)

-No, Bunnicula. -Mmm-mmm.

Ugh. I'd lecture you on how that's a bad idea,

but I don't thin it'll matter.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Uh, Bunnicula, there's something growing out of your head!

(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)

-Ew. -Cool.

(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)

Oh, no. No, no, no. Two Bunniculas?

Aah! Get 'em off. Get 'em off!

HAROLD: Wait, Chester.

Tell me why my artistic opinions are wrong.

(CHORTLING)

(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)

(SLURPING)

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(SIGHING) Finally, some me time.

(BUNNICULA SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(SNARLS)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(ANGRY EXCLAMATION)

(MINA HUMMING)

(GASPS) Bunnicula, there you are!

(CHUCKLES)

Who's ready for some cuddles, huh?

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

I'm gonna cuddle someone.

My one and only cuddle bug.

Ooh, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Come on. Let's go cuddle some more, my little cuddle buggy bug.

MINA: I'm gonna hug you and kiss you so much.

You hungry, little bunny?

Come on, let's see what we've got in the fridge.

Hmm, carrots, kale, spinach...

Ooh, tomatoes, bell peppers, corn, do you...

(ROOSTER CROWING)

(YAWNING AND SNORING)

(LOUD CRASH)

(GASPS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(ALL CLAMORING)

Yay!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

(CHESTER SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(EXCITED SCREECH)

I have died and gone to heaven.

Master, Master, Master.

Eh? You don't smell like Master.

This is all my nightmares come true.

I'm having a blast. But I don't think I can keep up.

Oh, okay. Here, yay!

-(SPEAKING GIBBERISH) -(SIZZLING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(GIGGLING)

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Hmm...

-Morning, Bunnicula. -Good morning.

-Good morning, Bunnicula. -Good morning.

Morning?

-Uh-oh. -ALL: Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

-(ALL SNORING) -(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(SNARLS)

Ugh. My nerves are shot.

I wish I could give more pony rides,

but I'm just too tuckered out.

That's a lot of Bunniculas, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Sure are a lot to handle.

-Uh-huh. -Having to deal with that stress isn't easy.

Yeah, you got it.

Now you know how it feels!

We all know the effect one Bunnicula can have.

And now, we've seen the craziness of a few hundred Bunnicula clones.

If we don't stop them, they'll keep creating clones

until the entire surface of the Earth is covered with Bunniculas.

Right now, the clones are sleeping in Bunnicula's tomb.

That gives us till sundown to figure this out.

Think, think, think, think.

Hmm... (GRUNTING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

CHESTER:How about this?

Bunnicula loves carrots. So, we'll set the trap with carrots.

Considering that there are a few hundred Bunniculas,

we'll need close to a thousand carrots to be on the safe side.

We'll have to hit every farmers' market and grocery store

in the French Quarter.

To capture them, we can use bird cages.

We'll need about a thousand of them to...

(ELECTRIC BUZZING)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Aah.

-Comfortable now, Harold? -Yup.

As I was saying, we'll need a thousand bird cages.

We'll have to hit up every pet shop...

Harold, stop it with the chair!

Sorry.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Bird cages. We'll need to get...

-(ELECTRIC BUZZING) -(CHORTLING)

-LUGOSI: There is one way. -Huh?

They have power.

But not that much power.

They are but cheap imitations.

There is only one Master.

I beg your forgiveness for following false idols, Master.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

You are but so merciful, Master.

Lugosi, we don't have time for your sniveling right now.

We still need to get bird cages and a few thousand carrots.

Ah, but I have a plan, Stinky Cat.

You have a plan?

Yes. But first, we must... (WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

CLONES: Ooh! The TV's on. Yay!

NARRATOR:Last time, on Real Businesswomen of Atlanta...

Who used my toothbrush?

NARRATOR:Jenny was one step closer

to figuring out who used her toothbrush.

(ALL SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Okay, guys, thanks to Lugosi, the Bunniculas are distracted.

Let's get to our places.

JENNY:Okay, y'all. After all this time, I finally found out

who used my toothbrush.

It was none other than...

Economists can't explain the large dip in prices of lawn fertilizer.

-(ANGRY EXCLAMATIONS) -We know because we've been asking them...

(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)

Uh-oh.

(HAROLD PANTING)

-Oh, no. -(THUD)

-Throw it here, Harold. -(GRUNTS)

CLONES: Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!

(GRUNTS)

Ha-ha!

Here comes the party, Bunnicula.

(CLONES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)

Now for the next part of our plan.

(EXCLAIMING)

(CHOMPING, SLURPING)

(ROARING)

Ooh... Wow!

(ROARING)

♪ Baby, baby, baby, baby... ♪

(HYSTERICAL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(ALL SHOUTING GIBBERISH)

Just need to stay distracted a little longer.

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

(CLONES EXCLAIMING)

LUGOSI: Master! Catch!

(CLONES SHOUTING)

-I'm glad that's over. -Yeah, me too.

Now we don't have to worry about

a bunch of Bunnicula clones taking over the world.

Yes, no need for so many

when one can do the job.

Mmm.

(BUNNICULA CHOMPING, SLURPING)

CHESTER AND HAROLD: (PANICKED) No!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)