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This little doughnut went to market.

This little doughnut had a date.

This little doughnut had roast beef...

...and this little doughnut got ate.

Yums.

[KNOCKING ON DRAWER]

Uh-ohs.

Now, then, tell me, what makes you think your costars hate you?

Because they do.

They're constantly sniggering, chiggering, mocking, guffawing...

...yes, even spurbling, behind my back.

They say I'm oblivious...

...that I'm so wrapped up in my own little world...

...that I don't notice what's going on around me.

[SCRATCHANSNIFF SCREAMS]

I'm not oblivious, am I, doctor?

Oh, no.

I'm deaf.

PLOTZ: Thaddeus Plotz going for the birdie.

He did it!

Thaddeus Plotz has--

"You and someone else are invited to a dinner party this weekend...

...at the water tower.

Please wear fancy pants.

RSVPP to Wakko, Yakko or Dot."

Oh, no.

-Well? -Aah!

I thought I told you never to do that.

Yeah, but you never told the writers.

So then the Warners are right behind him.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

No, stop! Stop!

I mean right behind him!

Oh, yes, it's true!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

So you coming to our party?

It's gonna be really fancy.

I'm even gonna wear pants.

You know, I'd love to, I really would. It's just that on Saturday, uh...

-...I'm having something removed. -Oh, shoot.

Steven is gonna be awful disappointed.

Oh, well.

Goodbye. Steven?

Wait, wait, wait. Did you say Steven is gonna be there?

Oh, yeah. We're very close, you know.

Yes, well, um, did I say I couldn't go?

I mean, I can go. Of course I can go.

Ha, ha, yes. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Oh, dear, I'm gonna need a date.

I wish all our plots were this simple.

Connie Sellecca, please. Thank you.

Connie. Thaddeus Plotz.

Oh, fine, fine. Thank you, honey.

Listen, I'm going to a party and I wondered if--

Oh. John Tesh. Ew.

I mean, heh, uh, how fun for you.

Minnie Riperton, please. Oh.

Is Evonne Goolagong in?

Do you happen to know if Squeaky'll be paroled by Saturday?

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: Oh, I'd love to go. Oh. -You can? Really?

Wonderful. Then I'll see you Saturday. Goodbye.

Plotz, you've still got it.

We's almost there, squeezys.

Okay, squeezys.

Faster, Otto. I don't want to miss the appetizers.

Yes, my fudge. Unh.

[DOORBELL]

Huh? Who are you? What do you want?

Uh, isn't youse having a party tonights?

What? A party?

Why, yes. Come in.

Allow me to be the first to welcome you to our fancy dinner party.

Allow me to be the second.

I'll be the third.

Here. Have a napkin.

And now, let's dance.

[PLAYING UPBEAT SWING MUSIC]

[SCREAMS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

I'll get it.

[THUD]

[GRUNTS]

Schnauzers.

Hossy!

Oh, how I've missed my little schnauzers.

I wanted to see you again, but Otto said you were dead.

He said the same thing about you.

Here. Have a napkin.

Please, enjoy.

Dance, mingle.

Go meet Christopher Walken.

Hello.

Uh, maybe later.

WAKKO: Do you like my fancy pants?

I have two pockets in front and two on my fanny.

Plus, I even got this big fancy zipper. See?

Oh, mys.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Did I miss him?

-Who? PLOTZ: Steven.

-He isn't here yet. -Oh, thank heaven.

Here. Have a napkin. Care to say hello to Christopher Walken?

Hello.

Uh, maybe later.

Where's your date?

My what? Oh, my!

Uh, Yakko, I'd like you to meet my date, Joanne.

Hello!

Give me a napkin, dollface.

Let's dance.

Hey, you're good.

You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetie pie.

[JOANNE SINGS]

Dinner is served.

Peanut butter sandwiches.

I thought you said we were having a fancy dinner.

Peanut butter sandwiches with Gray Poopon.

BOTH: Ooh, yums.

Where's Steven?

Oh, he'll be here. Dig in, everybody.

[ALL GRUNTING]

[IN MUFFLED VOICE] May I have something to drink, please?

[IN MUFFLED VOICE] Sorry, we don't have anything.

You don't have anything to drink?

[PLOTZ GASPS]

They don't have anything to drink.

[IN MUFFLED VOICE] Hello!

And now, for your dining pleasure, I have prepared this little song.

[PLAYING UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC]

[BURPING TO MUSIC]

[ALL GASP]

[CONTINUES BURPING]

[ALL GRUNTING]

Stop! Stop it!

-What's wrong? -That's disgusting!

What kind of dinner party is this?

Burping, peanut butter sandwiches, nothing to drink, Christopher Walken!

-Hello. -I'm leaving.

Oh, Steven will be so disappointed.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

That must be him. I'll get it.

Still, it's a lovely party. Just wonderful. Heh, heh.

Everyone, say hello to Steven.

Hi. I'm Steven. Steven Pudner.

We met on the Internet.

[CHORTLES]

That's not Steven Spielberg.

Steven Spielberg? What made you think he was coming?

Well, you said-- The thing that-- Did I--?

[PLOTZ SPUTTERS]

[PLOTZ SOBBING]

Was that a long way to go for a joke or what?

ALL: Good night, everybody.

Why won't anyone say hello to me?