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[theme music playing]

[tires screeching]

Hey, it's your lucky day.

Oh, goodness.

Did my heart transplant finally arrive?

Even better. My little girl's gonna sing for you.

Are-- are you a doctor?

Oh, that I am not.

I am a father.

A father with a daughter who's got a gift.

A gift of music

that will lift your spirits and soothe your soul.

And isn't that the best medicine of all?

I'd rather just have a doctor if I--

Hit it, sweetie.

♪ Kitten around! ♪

♪ I'm just kitten around! ♪

♪ Hey, look what I found ♪

♪ It's nice and it's round ♪

♪ A big ball of yarn ♪

She's a little dog,

singing about being a little cat.

How cute is that?

-[groans] -[machine flatlines]

Everyone, stand back.

We're doctors.

And we're about to do doctor-type things.

A-ha. Mmm. Mmm.

This patient has experienced some sort of musical trauma.

Nurse Boo Boo, prepare for extraction.

Okey-dokey, Dr. Yogi.

♪ I'm just kitten around! ♪

♪ Hey, look what I-- ♪

-[crashes] -Extraction complete.

[gasps] You saved me.

It's what we do,

for we are the doctors of Jellystone Hospital.

Also, here's your bill for $10,000.

I'll tell you, Boo Boo!

Nothing makes me happier than giving old people bills.

Amen.

Hi, what can I get you?

Um, I'll have the milky chicken on toast.

Ibbity, bibbity, bop.

I'll have the pasta and raisins.

Ibbity, bibbity, bop.

One lemon curd beef, please.

Ibbity, bibbity--

Oh, no, wait. Uh, the chicken.

Oh, but that pasta looks pretty good.

-Ibbity-- -Oh, no, no, wait.

Definitely the beef.

-Ibbity-- -Oh, no, wait. Uh, the chicken.

-Ibbity-- -No, but the pasta looks so good, too.

Yogi, just pick one. It's cafeteria food.

Yeah, they all have hair in them.

When I became a doctor,

I took a solemn oath to make every meal count.

I don't want to lay awake at night thinking, "What if?

What if I had gotten that milky chicken?"

I can't live with that kind of regret.

Look, why don't you sleep on it?

And tomorrow, the answer will present itself.

Like that time I wanted a perm?

Exactly.

I think you would have looked spiffy with a perm.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'm not going to think about this anymore--

-Chicken! Beef! Pasta! Oh, my gosh. -Hold him down.

Hold him down.

-He's spiraling too fast. -I'm administering a sedative.

[snores]

[sighs] Okay. Okay. We can... We could fix this.

How? It's not like one person can even eat all those meals.

Amazing as he is, even Yogi has limits.

Well, I spit in the face of limits. [spits]

Ah. Oh, man.

Now prep Yogi for surgery.

I have a plan.

[Boo Boo] Yogi, wakey-wakey.

Hmm.

I was having the weirdest dream.

There were these space cars

and we'd race them around the galaxy.

Ah! What the heck!

Chicken? Pasta? Beef? Don't make me choose.

It's okay. They're not gonna hurt you anymore.

Come on, buddy. Let's eat some lunch.

Open wide.

That's a good boy.

Nom, nom, nom.

-And another. -Mmm.

You like when I feed you, don't you?

Yum, nom, nom.

Well, how do you feel?

Honestly, I feel the milky chicken

could have been a little, uh, milkier.

But I got to eat everything.

That's incredible.

Is it incredible, or is it just science?

What did you do to me?

[gasps] Oh, what is this, you crazy voodoo witch?

[screams]

[gasps]

I'm not gonna have to use this again, am I?

No, no, I'm cool. I'm cool.

So, uh, what is this, uh... Doohickey you put in me?

Doohickey is the technical term.

I prefer to call it a nuclear stomach.

It generates an infinite void,

so you can eat as much as you like and never get full.

[exclaims] Oh, thank you, Cindy.

That's the nicest, most amazing thing anyone's ever done for me.

I gave you a kidney.

This nuclear tummy is gonna change my life for the better.

[funky music playing]

♪ Yo, yo, Yogi! ♪

♪ Watcha eatin', Yogi? ♪

♪ Gonna eat myself A whole crate of grapes ♪

♪ That's the way you do it ♪

♪ Eat it like There's nothin' to it ♪

♪ Gonna eat this trolley That's full of guacamole ♪

♪ Can't make it rhyme All of the time, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna eat a ton of pork buns A yum yum ♪

♪ 'Cause everything is yummy When you got A brand-new tum-- ♪

Wait a sec. Did I just eat Boo Boo?

Why would I do that?

I guess it's possible that since the stomach is limitless

and you can never feel full,

that your appetite might grow, uh, exponentially.

You mean I'm gonna go crazy with hunger?

Well, only if you have zero self-control-- Oh, gosh!

[beeping]

I gotta eat something now!

Still hungry.

Still hungry.

Still hungry.

[burps]

Maybe he's full?

I'm still hungry.

Oh, nuts.

-[siren blaring] -[crowd chattering]

Mr. Mayor, as the head of Jellystone's

Small Business Better Business Bureau of Business, uh,

let me go on record saying this Yogi rampage

is bad for business.

Yep, well, okay. Ya see--

He ate my magic broom.

We were going to get married next month.

Yep, well, okay. Ya see--

He eat me sweet van.

Me still have 10 payments left.

Yep, well, okay. Ya see--

He ate my mani-pedi shop.

Now where am I gonna get my nails done?

Yep, well, okay. Ya see, I hear your concerns.

I also occasionally hear ghosts. Huh?

Anyways, Dr. Cindy here is gonna brief us on what we should do.

Thank you, Mayor Huckleberry.

First of all, let's talk about what we're not going to do.

We're not going to blame anybody, so let's not point fingers,

because it could be anybody's fault.

These things just happen.

And in conclusion, I was in the bathroom

when this was all going down...

pooping... a big poop.

So, how are we gonna stop Yogi?

I don't know.

Folks, what you need is a genuine bona fide answer.

Allow me to present Yogi-be-gone.

Yes, this looks like an ordinary can of spray paint,

but it's actually a special chemical repellant called Backoff-a-ton.

And as you can see, I'm completely protected.

Luckily for you fine folks, I have a whole case of these for sale

for only $500 a ca--

Yeah, nothing personal, everybody.

But, uh, I think I'm gonna have to eat ya all.

He impervious to Backoff-a-ton!

Everyone, run for lives!

[all screaming]

I'm really sorry.

[siren wailing]

-Well? -No sight of him.

If we can just keep quiet,

-maybe he won't-- -[Doggie Daddy] Hey, I have an announcement.

I don't know. Maybe I'm reading the room wrong,

but I think what Yogi needs to calm down

is a soothing sound of a child.

Oh, no. Please don't do this.

Go on and belt your little heart out, sweetie.

I'm begging you, please, no!

♪ Kitten around! I'm just kitten... ♪

Why are you not listening?

[screaming]

-[Augie continues singing] -Mmm.

♪ It's nice and it's round ♪

-Huh? -[shushes]

Hey, do you mind knocking it off?

I'm trying to get my eat on over there

and that cruddy song is making me lose my appetite.

How dare you!

My little girl sounds like an angel.

[gasps] The song! That's it!

Yogi, you gotta eat Augie.

Ugh, no, thank you.

How dare you!

You eat up the whole town

but my little girl ain't good enough for you?

-[screams] -Yeah, you better run.

I'm gonna shove my little girl down that big throat of yours.

And then you'll see.

What now?

We're gonna need the one thing that makes everything tasty.

Barbecue sauce.

A whole lot of barbecue sauce.

[Huckleberry Hound] Well, okay then.

-[groans] Make it stop. -[continues singing]

And I-- I promise I'll at least eat her legs.

How dare you!

You should be so lucky as to eat my entire little girl.

What is this?

How dare you?

♪ ...size of a barn ♪

[sniffs] That smells like... like...

Your favorite.

Biskitt Farm's Smokey Imitation B.B.Q. sauce.

Biskitt Farms, making the finest imitation barbecue sauce since 1985.

♪ I'm-- ♪

[Cindy Bear] Don't forget about us, Yogi.

[Huckleberry Hound] Yeah, Yogi! You gotta ea--

-[munching] -[screaming]

What've I done?

I ate all my friends.

All my delicious friends!

[cries]

I'm a monster. A handsome, handsome monster!

Everybody ready?

All right. This should hopefully get us out.

And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three.

♪ Kitten around! ♪

♪ I'm just kitten around! ♪

♪ Hey, look what I've found ♪

♪ It's nice and it's round... ♪

Ah, yeah. I always kinda knew it would end like this...

With me eating everyone.

-[muffled singing] -Huh?

Oh, really?

You're gonna sing that awful song in there?

What're you trying to do to me?

Give me indigestion?

[exclaims] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Sing louder. Sing your terrible little hearts out.

♪ I'm just kitten around! ♪

It's so painful.

It's like I'm having a baby.

♪ Hey, look at me ♪

-♪ Me up in a tree ♪ -♪ I'm up in a tree ♪

[panting]

Oh, yeah, this is gonna hurt.

You gotta keep singing.

♪ Meow, meow, meow, meow ♪

[breathing heavily] Oh. Here it comes. [gags]

Is everyone...

[coughing]

Hey, Cindy, I think that song burned out my tummy.

I'm not hungry anymore.

Yogi! You're back to normal.

Yeah, about that.

Maybe next time don't put a weird invention in my--

Not my fault, everyone. Not my fault.

Hello?

Where did everybody go?

[groans] I got that dumb song stuck in my head now.

♪ Kitten around! ♪

♪ I'm just kitten around! ♪