Original subtitles

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[ Tires screech ]Captain Solomon: Ooh-up!

Oh, it's the terror that is cabbage fizzog!

He sounds dangerous, Mama.

Yes, he is dangerous.

He's a very dangerous man.

Who found the bodies? How many bodies were there?

Were they disfigured or mutilated?

Were they dead or still living?

What is this man dubbed?

I have it on authority that this man has been

dubbed Cabbage Fizzog.

Who could possibly earn such a monstrous moniker?

Does he have a fizzog like a cabbage?

This homicidal shitski has a fizzog exactly like

a cabbage, that most despised of all vegetables.

It may even really be an actual cabbage.

He sounds delightfully unique albeit thoroughly dangerous.

He left the entire Milkshake Gang

deceased in an alley.

Mama, Mama, Angus, did he really do all of that?

Their fizzogs were bright green because

Cabbage Fizzog spews jets of concentrated

cabbage gas out of his cabbage-like fizzog

and into the fizzogs of his victims.

Cabbage fog, it's been dubbed.

I don't like regular cabbage,

much less concentrated cabbage puffs.

Did you know that "puffs" was my grandmother's name for farts?

She'd say, "Hell, I might've done a puff.

Can anyone smell it?"

We must catch Cabbage Fizzog urgently

before he greens more fizzogs.

We must go now.

But, Mama, you barely ate your Moong Dal ka Halwa.

The Moong Dal ka Halwa here is totally shit, yeah.

Shit, yeah. It is shit, yeah.

'Tis, actually.

[ Chair legs scrape ]

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Now, Meechie, I'm ready.

Are you ready?

We are ready.

We must go.

Is it time? Yes.

It. Is.

Time.

Together: It is time.

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[ Siren wailing ] Now, Meechie, I have

the required medication within my most hallowed

of leather briefcases.

Good. It is time.

It is time.

Is it really time?

It is time.

[ Wailing continues ]

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[ Telephone ringing ]

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The curly-headed psychic is ready!

Make sure she's not lying!

Remember what happened la-a-a-st time!

Get to work! Get to work!

Get to work!

Oh, do shut up.

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I need some of this fizzing, crackling,

popping candy in this most dank of all chambers.

[ Crunching ]

[ Candy popping ]

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Hello, Primetime, Meechie, and Andre.

Hello, Philip.

How are the boys?

The boys are having a lovely dinner

at Treats From the Tandoor.

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Open the fizzog gate.

Aah!

A slipper must be removed by a lady.

A slipper must be removed by a lady.

The all-knowing toes are officially exposed.

The most cheesy of claws will provide the answers.

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Speak, toes. Speak now.

If you have anything to say, now's the time to say it.

[ Toes cracking ]

Cabbage Fizzog sounds delusciously creepy.

[ Coughing ]

He sounds creepy and deluscious all right.

I have a severe case of the munchies, my good sir.

Please, go to the fridge and procure me

a little something to feast on.

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[ Water bubbling ]

[ Screams ]

Aah! Aah!

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It is time.

Female voice: Hello, this is Toe #10.

Please, tell me how we can help tonight.

We must find the man dubbed Cabbage Fizzog.

He is turning fizzogs green and ending lives

with clouds of cabbage fog.

Where is he? Where is the killer with the cabbage fizzog?

I'm going to ask Toe #7.

Toe #7, where is Cabbage Fizzog?

Cabbage, who? Sorry. I've recently gone almost deaf.

I cannot hear you.

This is Toe #5.

I think the question was, where is Cabbage Fizzog?

I'm Toe #6.

I'm one of the two large toes.

I know exactly where Cabbage Fizzog is.

This is Toe #2. You're a damn liar.

Actually, I'm not. Yes, I've lied before --

I do admit that -- but I'm not lying right now.

Okay, everybody. Pay attention to Toe #6.

He's fooled us before, but I instinctively trust him now.

Thank you, Toe #8.

Everybody listen to me.

-Listen to Toe #6. -I have a very dark vision.

I see a bicycle, but no ordinary bicycle.

It has a chunky body and is powered by an engine.

Now, I think you mean a motor bicycle.

Yes. I also see a large spherical green vegetable.

I see layers of leaves.

You're describing a cabbage, I believe.

Yes, a cabbage.

Cabbage Fizzog is on a motor bicycle.

He rides the coastal road.

He rides very slowly.

He has no eyes.

His fizzog is made of cabbage.

He has a specific target in mind.

No, no!

He's going to kill your precious boys!

[ Gasps ]

Save your boys!

Now!

Go to them!

[ Screams ]

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[ Siren wailing ]

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[ Tires screeching ]

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[ Engine shuts off ]

It's Cabbage Fizzog.

[ Inhales deeply, exhales ]

[ Choking ]

She always did hate cabbage.

[ Exhales ]

[ Choking ]

Now, Mungo! Throw it now!

Cabbage Fizzog has proven that cabbages do indeed kill.

I shall defeat cabbage with cabbage.

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[ Thud ]

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[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

[ All grunting ]

Aaah!

Yah!

Aah!

[ Grunts ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

Ah, we're putting the boot into it!

Waiter: And we have shrimp-flavored peanuts.

Now, may we help you?

We would like one extra-large

special blue-cheese fondue.

We're celebrating.

Shit, yeah.

Sounds deluscious.

Do we need something extra special to dip into the cheese?

Yes, I have just the thing --

a deluscious cabbage.

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Aaaaah!

Hey!

I was just messing with ya.

Isn't that obvious?

Dame Edith Ezold, you're a bartender

at Treats From the Tandoor now?

Yes, I am!

You know that for a fa-a-a-a-a-a-ct,

you damn shitski!

Now watch this.

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

All: ♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪

♪ Bomb, bomb, bomb, b-bomb, b-bomb ♪