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[water dripping]

[dripping continues]

[exaggerated dripping]

[sighs]

- [whispers]: Yakko.

[snoring] Wakko.

♪ jazz trumpet playing ♪ [both screaming]

[teeth chattering]

Oh no. You guys couldn't sleep either, huh?

[water drips]

That pipe is leaking, and it's driving me

loca choca-latta ya ya!

- Just stuff pillows in your ears.

- No! And those are mine!

Yeesh. YAKKO: There!

I fixed it. [grunts]

- That's not good enough!

We have to find the source of the leak! [struggling]

We can't keep wallpapering over our problems.

- Are you sure? It's worked before.

- Uh, I'm Ralph, and you're glue.

Whatever wallpaper you stuck to me

is now stuck to me, too.

- Come on, boys. We gotta take action!

It's time to go...

BOTH: Back to bed. - See our landlord!

[sighs]

[glass breaking]

♪

Now, to give that CEO a piece of our minds.

[yelling in Spanish] [smashing]

- Wow. Sounds like somebody beat us to it.

- I guess everybody's water tower is leaking.

[grunts] - I don't believe this!

How hard is it to find a scalding-hot ice cream cake in Los Angeles?

The theme of the party is "fire and ice!" Ugh!

And you better tell BoyStorm to just play their hits,

and not their no-fractured rockabilly garbage!

[kiss] NORA RITA: Yes, sweetie.

Anything for my little princess.

[stressed laugh]

[sighs]

When did you guys get here?

- Is that your daughter?

- Why is she so angry?

- Did she just find out she's related to you?

- Get in here!

WARNERS: Boingy! Boingy! Boingy!

Boingy! Boingy! Boingy! Boingy!

- Look,

having a kid is hard work.

You have to clothe them, feed them,

and spend millions on their Sweet 16 so they don't hate you!

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- Uh... I don't think that's right.

- [sarcastic laugh] M'kay.

What would you know about being a parent?

- Oh, I don't know. Why don't you just ask my happy, well-adjusted daughter Yokko?

♪

- Why are you here anyway?

Shouldn't you be terrorizing some seemingly unflappable yet--

easily irritated egomaniac?

- We're here because we have leaky pipes.

- We're here because our home is filling with water!

- It is a water tower.

Now, leave or I'll have you removed!

- Oh, sounds like someone needs to be convinced

with a public domain song

about the dangers of leaky pipes.

[inhales deeply] - Don't.

[crashes] Wait, you can sing?

- Oh yeah! The Multiplication Song!

- The Capitals! - Yakko's Universe!

- Oh, that's you guys? Maybe we can work out a deal.

I promised my daughter that the boy band BoyStorm

would perform at her Sweet 16,

but they bailed last minute. [truck rumbling]

If you are able to pose as BoyStorm,

perhaps I'd consider fixing your little water tower.

- Alright, we'll do it.

But, we want 600,000 in unmarked bills.

- A starring role in the next Hemsworth movie! Not Luke.

- A copy of the classic film Wakko's Wish!

- Here's your counteroffer.

A street scooter ride to the party and a slice of cake.

To share.

- Deal! See?

We don't need an agent to make great deals.

- And you'll make sure our leak is fixed for good?

- Behave yourself at the party, and we'll see.

[smash] [man screaming]

[fireworks] [crowd cheering]

♪ dance music blasting ♪

- Hey! Stop looking at your phones

and cheer louder for me! But also,

somebody post this and tag me. Please! [elephant trumpeting]

[trumpeting] Aw, thank you!

- We've been waiting here for hours.

We're very hungry!

- Ugh! Shut up, Kyle!

Your low blood sugar just got you banned from the party!

[shutters snapping] TEENS: Ooh! Drama!

- And now,

what you've all been waiting for! [cheering]

[trumpeting]

♪ dance music blasting ♪

[flames roaring]

It's my Sweet 16! [crowd cheering]

Thank you, everybody! Please shut your mouth holes

and focus your eye holes on my mouth hole.

Even though it's my birthday,

I'd like to give all of you a present.

The bad boys of inclement weather...

BoyStorm!

[cheering]

YAKKO: We just wanna wish a super sweet 16

to Cora. And now, [cheering continues]

we're gonna perform our song Category 5. [hissing]

[thunder]

[hissing]

[thunder rumbling]

[crowd gasps]

[heavily auto-tuned singing]: ♪ Girl, you know that our love is like... ♪

♪ A perfect storm ♪

♪ Category one, now we're having fun ♪

♪ Category two, it's just me and you ♪

♪ Category three, it's just you and me ♪

♪ Category four, just a little bit more ♪

♪ Category five ♪

♪ Never felt more alive ♪

♪ Category five ♪

♪ Never felt more alive... ♪

[crowd gasping]

♪ song ends ♪

- Ah! They're fakes!

[crowd booing]

MALE TEEN: Whoa! Someone call the Coast Guard!

♪

- Um... ♪ Canada, Mexico, Panama ♪

♪ Haiti, Jamaica, Peru? ♪

- Mom! Where is happening?

Where is BoyStorm? Who are these things?

YAKKO/WAKKO: We're the Warner Brothers!

- And the Warner Sister!

- Am I supposed to know what that means?

- Not a Hulu subscriber I'm guessing.

We'll get you a seven day free trial. With ads.

- Uh, I can afford premium

'cause I can afford shoes

and more than one item of clothing each.

- Oh, I see.

You think being mean makes you interesting.

- I am shocked, shocked,

that you... impostors crashed

my precious boo-bear's party.

- But, you're the one who--

- Is absolutely horrified

to think of what you must've done with the real band.

Because the only possible reason they wouldn't be here is if you kidnapped them.

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Or tied them up and left them in a walk-in refrigerator.

Or poisoned them with... poisonous... poison!

- Ugh! Mom! This is worse than my quinceañera!

Stop embarrassing me, and get off my stage!

And send these three back where they came from.

I'm guessing Dr. Seuss' garbage can.

- Alright! We'll see ya! - Ooh! Hang on.

I think Dot's about to blow. [kettle whistling]

[explosion] - How dare you! You're talking to

Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III!

[gasping]

- Well, I am Queen Cora Nora Bora Bora Angora Dora Norita IV!

[crowd cheering] [both gasp]

- Are you sure? Because it feels like

I'm talking to a spoiled brat whose mommy gets her everything she wants!

- That's not true! [thud]

I asked for an ice sculpture of a dolphin,

but this is clearly a porpoise!

- Don't worry, sweetie. Mama will fix this.

She'll make it a dolphin for you.

- Aw, poor crybaby.

And I suppose you hate your widdle birthday cake, too?

- Yeah, doi! It was supposed to be a tres leches,

but with ice cream, it's cuatro leches!

♪

[loud chewing]

- I'm so sorry, honey.

I'm not going to let this ice cream ruin your special day.

- How about these streamers then?

CORA: Tacky!

Just like this dance floor and the DJ's taste in music!

[smash, scream] - No! That's my roommate's!

- Thank you for the constructive feedback, darling. Let me tear up this dance floor,

literally, and replace it with a better one.

Whoa! - Ugh!

Mom, you're not helping!

Don't you get it? None of this is what I wanted!

I didn't want these flowers!

I didn't want this photo booth!

♪

I didn't even want this elephant!

It was supposed to be a woolly mammoth from that prehistoric zoo

only rich people know about! [sobs]

[elephant trumpeting]

[trumpeting] [screaming, flames crackling]

[crowd screaming]

[trumpeting]

♪

[screaming continues]

[trumpeting]

[crashing]

[crashing] [gasping]

♪

- Wow. Great shindig, Cora.

Um, quick note.

You generally want your guests to have fun at a party,

not run away in terror.

- Who cares? This party was doomed before it began.

- Hey! I think we did a pretty good job being BoyStorm!

- Yeah! I got six pack abs!

[drumming]

- And I grew a soul patch!

- It's not that.

When it's your Sweet 16, everybody has to pay attention to you.

- But, sweetie, we were-- - Mom,

never interrupt me when I'm telling a story about you paying attention to me.

♪

[sighs] And at the end of the night,

you get to slow dance with the cutest, tallest guy in school.

And that guy is Aaron Wong, but he couldn't come to my birthday

because he's on vacation in Patagonia.

[crying]

- Oh, I see.

I think we finally found the root of the problem.

- Yeah! There was no baked potato bar!

- Yes, there was! - There was?

No!

- It didn't matter how much stuff your mom bought

because this party was never going to be perfect without Aaron.

Isn't that right?

- Finally, someone understands me. NORA RITA: I do,

honey! I do! In fact,

I'm going to fly to Washington right now

and demand they sink Patagonia to the bottom of the ocean

so that bad place never hurts you again.

- You know I meant you, right? - Yeah.

♪

[rumbling]

♪ pop music playing ♪

[girls gasp]

- Hey, excuse me. Is this Cora's Sweet 16?

- No, this is an episode of Animaniacs.

I'm Yakko, that's Wakko and Dot,

and this is one of our recurring cast members.

[grunts] - [squealing] Are you...

- We're BoyStorm. I'm the cute boy.

- Oh, wrong! I'm the cute boy.

- No, Leon, you're the funny boy.

We settled this in arbitration. CUTE BOY: Sorry, we're late.

Our flight was canceled, but we drove all night

because the one thing we wanted to do most in the world

is celebrate... Cora!

- Cora's special day!

- You're too late.

We sorta destroyed the party already.

[helicopters whirring, sirens blaring]

- We can have an after party at our house,

but we still got that annoying leak.

- Oh. Well, you're in luck.

BoyStorm... boys-semble!

♪

You know, we were discovered while studying plumbing

at Rust Belt Technical College.

Just a little tidbit for you to tell your friends.

- College? Huh. I thought you were all 16.

- Uh, yeah. S-sixteen. Totally.

Oh wow! Can you hand me that wrench, please?

- [giggling] Oh my god, oh my god!

I can't believe I got to hand a wrench

to Leon from BoyStorm!

Thanks, Dot. - Any time.

I felt the same way

when we tricked Yo-Yo Ma into fixing our furnace.

LEON: Oh! Well, there's your problem.

You got an octopus living in your pipes.

- That's where he went. Thanks, BoyStorm!

- ♪ Righty tighty, lefty loosey, girl ♪

♪ That's how we tighten screwsies ♪

[trumpeting] [smash, crash]