[ SLOW ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS ] [ TEMPO QUICKENS ]
[ WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ]
[ HYSTERICAL SOBBING ] [ INDISTINCT TALKING ]
>> AND FINALLY, THERE WAS THE SUMMER I DID SHAKESPEARE IN THE
PARK.
>> Bloo: MM-HMM.
>> I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED ABOUT THE SCRIPT.
THERE'S, LIKE, 10 PAGES OF CRYING AND THEN SOME RANDOM
SPANISH PHRASES THAT MAKE NO SENSE.
AND WHO ARE DARBY AND EXPLORIN' LAUREN?
>> Bloo: I LIKE THE FUR, ALTHOUGH WE'D HAVE TO DYE IT
PURPLE.
BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO LOSE THE SCARF AND MITTENS AND PUT ON
ABOUT 200 POUNDS.
>> WHAT?!
SAY, WHAT SORT OF PRODUCTION IS THIS, ANYWAY?
>> Bloo: THERE'S NO PRODUCTION, MY FRIEND, JUST THE ROLE OF A
LIFETIME!
OUR LITTLE TROUPE HAS RECENTLY LOST A MEMBER, AND ONE LUCKY
APPLICANT WILL GET TO TAKE HIS PLACE.
>> WAIT, BECAUSE EDUARDO GOT ADOPTED, YOU'RE HOLDING
AUDITIONS FOR A NEW ED?
[ DOOR SLAMS ] >> Wilt: I'M SORRY, BLOO.
I KNOW YOU MISS ED.
WE ALL DO.
BUT REPLACING HIM WITH SOMEONE ELSE WON'T STOP THE PAIN YOU'RE
FEELING.
>> Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] >> Wilt: BESIDES, IT'S KIND OF
NICE TO HAVE A BED TO SLEEP IN.
>> Bloo: MISS ED?
PLEASE.
IT'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM.
I'M DOING THIS FOR US.
>> Wilt: I'M SORRY, WHAT?
>> Bloo: I'M THE STAR, HERO, AND COMIC RELIEF, MAC'S THE
STRAIGHT MAN/SPOILSPORT, YOU'RE THE TALL GUY, COCO'S THE GIRL,
AND ED WAS THE SAD BUT LOVABLE FAT GUY.
WITHOUT THE FAT GUY, THE WHOLE GANG DYNAMIC IS TOTALLY THROWN
OFF!
[ DOOR SLAMS ] >> Wilt: WE'RE A GANG?
>> Bloo: TOO TALL, TOO SHORT, TOO THIN, TOO MANY ARMS, TOO
MANY HORNS, TOO SCALY, TOO SLIMY, TOO PINK, TOO
POLKA-DOTTY.
>> Fluffer: [ SOBBING ] >> Bloo: LOVE THE CRYING!
BUT CAN YOU DO IT IN A SPANISH ACCENT?
>> Fluffer: [ SOBS ] >> Mac: HEY, BLOO.
>> Bloo: HEY, SPOILSPORT.
HEY, HOT CHICK.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
>> Mac: WE JUST GOT A BUNCH OF MAIL FROM ALL THE FRIENDS
ADOPTED LAST WEEK.
>> Bloo: OOH, ANY NEWS FROM ED?
>> Mac: WHAT DO YOU CARE?
HAVEN'T YOU REPLACED HIM ALREADY?
>> Bloo: I'VE GOT A FEW POTENTIAL CANDIDATES.
>> Frankie: BEST ADOPT-A-THON SATURDAY EVER, IF I DO SAY SO
MYSELF.
LISTEN TO THIS.
"I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER."
AND THIS!
"I LOVE MY NEW FAMILY."
"I HAVE FOUND PARADISE ON EARTH.
THANK YOU, FOSTER'S."
>> Mac: HERE'S ONE FROM EIGHT-ARMED EVAN.
"I'M WRITING TO SEVEN OF MY LITTLE BOY'S PEN PALS WHILE I
WRITE THIS NOTE TO YOU.
I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE FULFILLED."
>> Frankie: HERE'S ONE FROM -- CHEESE?
"DEAR VOICE MAN, PLEASE SEND ME THE THING YOU SHOWED ME ON THE
TV.
HERE IS MY $8.95.
IN PENNIES."
>> Mac: HERE'S A POSTCARD FROM SAM BURGER.
"DEAR FOSTER'S, THINGS ARE GREAT.
MY NEW FRIEND...
>> ...RONALD IS GREAT.
AND, BOY, IS HE GENEROUS.
RONALD HAS PAID FOR BOTH OF US TO GO ON A WORLD CRUISE.
>> Frankie: HERE'S A SHORT NOTE FROM BLOPPY PANTS!
"I HAVE NEVER BEEN SURROUNDED BY SO MUCH LOVE."
AWW, ISN'T THAT SWEET?
[ ALL TALKING AT ONCE ] >> HEY, BRO, PASS THE SAUCE.
>> Bloppy Pants: WELL, I'M NOT SURE THAT I CAN REACH --
>> MY SWEET BABY BOY!
HAVE ANOTHER HELPING OF BRISKET.
YOU WANT TO GROW UP BIG AND STRONG LIKE YOUR BROTHERS, DON'T
YOU?
>> Bloppy Pants: WELL, I...
[ WHIMPERS ] >> Fluffer: [ SNIFFING, CRYING ]
>> Mac: HEY, FLUFFER NUTTER.
WHAT'S GOING ON WITH JACKIE?
>> Frankie: IS EVERYTHING OKAY?
>> Fluffer: HE'S FINE!
HE'S VERY, VERY HAPPY!
[ WAILS ] >> Mac: "YO, FOSTER'S.
HOPE THERE AIN'T NO HARD FEELINGS FOR NOT DROPPING Y'ALL
A LINE SOONER..."
>> Khones: ...BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO RUB YOUR POOR, PITIFUL NOSES
IN MY GOOD LUCK.
BUT WHAT CAN I SAY?
MY NEW CRIB HAS GOT IT GOING ON.
IT'S LOADED WITH TONS OF PRICY TOYS.
GOT MY NEW OLD LADY EATING OUT OF THE PALM OF MY HAND.
AND SPEAKING OF EATING, HOW'S ABOUT A 24-HOUR ALL-ACCESS PASS
TO THE FAMILY FRIDGE?
BOO-YAH!
I AIN'T MET THE KID THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO HANG WITH YET, BUT
TABBY COMES HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL LATER TODAY.
I'LL HAVE HER IN MY POCKET BY DINNERTIME.
>> Mac: "WHICH REMINDS ME, IT'S TIME FOR MY MID-MORNING
SANDWICH.
PEACE OUT, JACKIE K."
>> Fluffer: [ WAILING ] [ DOORBELL RINGS ]
>> TELEGRAM FOR FOSTER FROM MR. SOPPY PLANTS.
>> Frankie: OH, DO YOU MEAN BLOPPY PANTS?
>> LOOK, LADY, THEY PAY ME TO DELIVER 'EM, OKAY?
READING 'EM RIGHT, THAT'S YOUR BUSINESS.
NOW, YOU FOSTER OR WHAT?
>> Frankie: YEAH, I'M FOSTER.
THIS IS STRANGE.
>> Mac: WHAT'S IT SAY?
>> Frankie: "FAMILY LIFE DIDN'T SUIT ME.
HAVE LANDED IN A QUIET COLLEGE TOWN AND DECIDED TO GO BACK TO
SCHOOL."
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ] >> 4th AND SHORT FOR THE 20-YARD
LINE!
WE NEED THIS ONE, GENTLEMEN!
PASS THE MASCOT!
COME ON, COME ON!
[ WHISTLE BLOWING ] [ ALL CHEERING ]
>> Mac: HEY, HERE'S ONE FROM EDUARDO.
>> Bloo: LET ME SEE THAT!
[ CLEARS THROAT ] I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT
THE BIG BABY ISN'T GOING TO COME CRYING HOME BEFORE I GO TO ALL
THE TROUBLE OF REPLACING HIM.
>> Mac: UH-HUH.
WELL, GO AHEAD. READ IT.
>> Bloo: OKAY.
>> Mac: OUT LOUD.
>> Bloo: OH, RIGHT, RIGHT.
"DEAR PEOPLES AT FOSTER'S, I MISS YOU ALL MUY, MUY A LOT."
SEE? WHAT DID I TELL YOU?
"I MISS YOU ALL MUY, MUY A LOT.
BUT I AM MUY, MUY, MUY HAPPY WITH MY NEW FAMILY.
MAMA AND PAPA ARE SO KIND AND LOVING, AND LITTLE ESMERELDA IS
ADORABLE.
WE LIVE IN A WONDERFUL..."
>> Ed: ...CABIN ON THE EDGE OF A BEAUTIFUL FOREST.
TODOS LOS MORNING, I GET UP EARLY AND PICK THE BOYSENBERRIES
FOR MY WORLD-FAMOUS BOYSENBERRY PANCAKES A LA EDUARDO.
>> Bloo: MMM!
PANCAKES A LA EDUARDO!
I MEAN, BLECH, THANK GOODNESS I'LL NEVER HAVE TO EAT THOSE
AGAIN, WITH ALL THE STICKY SYRUP AND FRESHLY CHURNED BUTTER AND
THE MOUNTAINS OF WHIPPED CREAM, AND THE WAY THE BERRIES WOULD
CALL YOU AZUL AND ROCK YOU IN THEIR BIG, SOFT ARM--
OH, WAIT, WHAT?
UM...
>> Ed: AFTER BREAKFAST, ESMERELDA AND ME GO FROLICKING
IN THE FOREST.
[ WINGS FLAPPING ] >> [ CHIRPING ]
>> ♪ LA LA-LA-LA-LA LA-LA-LA! ♪ >> Ed: [ Off-key ] ♪ LA LA-LA-LA
LA-A-A! ♪ [ ALL LAUGHING ]
WE HAVE LUNCH AT OUR FAVORITE SPOT IN THE WHOLE FOREST.
I USUALLY MAKE MY WORLD-FAMOUS --
>> Bloo: UH, LET'S SKIP AHEAD.
>> Ed: AFTER LUNCH, THERE IS MORE FROLICKING.
IT'S MOSTLY A LOT OF FROLICKING TILL WE GO IN FOR SUPPER.
BEFORE BEDTIME, EZZIE AND ME WARM OURSELVES BY THE FIRE.
SHE TELL ME STORIES ABOUT THE LEGENDARY CREATURES THAT LIVE IN
THE WOODS.
AT FIRST, I NO BELIEVE WHAT MY EARS ARE TELLING ME, BUT SOON, I
AM FILLED UP INSIDE WITH A MUY, MUY GREAT IDEA!
I KNOW THAT EZZIE LOVES THE HORSIES, SO I WILL GO INTO THE
FOREST AND FIND HER A REAL, LIVE UNICORN!
>> All: A REAL UNICORN?!
>> WHAT ARE WE, CHOPPED LIVER?
>> Wilt: HEY, BLOO.
>> Bloo: WAITING?
WHO SAYS I'M WAITING FOR ANYTHING?
>> Wilt: YOU'RE WAITING FOR SOMETHING?
>> Bloo: NO, NOTHING.
I AM NOT WAITING FOR THE MAIL.
>> Wilt: SO, YOU'RE NOT WAITING FOR THE MAIL.
>> Bloo: OF COURSE NOT.
WHAT DO I CARE IF WE GET ANOTHER LETTER FROM EDUARDO?
WHERE'D YOU GET A CRAZY IDEA LIKE THAT?
>> Wilt: UH, YOU JUST GAVE IT TO ME.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] >> Bloo: FINALMENTE!
>> TWO TELEGRAMS FOR FOSTER FROM MR. GLOPPY SANDS.
>> Bloo: THAT'S BLOPPY PANTS, YOU -- YOU FAKE MAILMAN!
>> Wilt: TWO TELEGRAMS?
THAT'S KIND OF STRANGE.
>> Bloo: HERE, LIVE IT UP.
>> Wilt: "HAVE DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL, WILL SEEK MY FORTUNE
ELSEWHERE."
[ BELL RINGING, INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
>> Bloppy Pants: UH, COULD I -- I JU-- COULD I --
HAVE, UH, 2,000 SHARES OF...
'SCUSE ME, I'D LIKE TO PURCHASE 2,000 SHARES...
>> Frankie: BLOO, WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE TELEGRAM GUY?
>> [ SOBBING, WAILING ] >> Bloo: THE MAIL!
>> Mac: YEP, 34 NEW LETTERS.
>> Frankie: PLUS THIS PACKAGE FROM JACKIE.
>> Wilt: AND TWO TELEGRAMS FROM BLOPPY PANTS.
HERE'S THE LATEST.
"HAVE LEFT THE RAT RACE BEHIND, PURSUING ALTERNATIVE CAREER
OPPORTUNITIES."
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ] >> Bloppy Pants: [ SCREAMING ]
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ] >> Bloo: WHERE'S ED?
WHERE IS ED?!
>> ESTOY HERE.
HOLA, AZUL.
WHAT LOCO ADVENTURES SHALL WE GET INTO TODAY?
>> Bloo: [ SIGHS ] IT'S JUST NOT THE SAME.
>> Frankie: A VIDEO TAPE?
COME ON, GUYS.
LET'S GO CHECK IT OUT.
>> Mac: BLOO AND SY, ARE YOU COMING?
>> I TOLD YOU, CALL ME "NEW ED."
OR IF YOU PREFER, "NUEVO EDUARDO."
>> Khones: JACKIE'S MESSED UP BIG THIS TIME, Y'ALL.
DON'T THINK I'LL BE LAYING EYES ON ANY OF YOU AGAIN.
AT LEAST NOT IN THIS WORLD.
CONSIDER THIS THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF JACKIE KHONES.
[ ALL GASPING ] TO MY BELOVED FLUFFER NUTTER...
>> Fluffer: [ WAILING ] >> Khones: ...I LEAVE MY MOST
VALUABLE POSSESSION -- THE KEY TO MY HEART.
>> All: AWW!
>> Khones: THE HEART-SHAPED BANK UP ON MY DRESSER.
KEY'S HIDDEN UNDER MY HAI KARATE COLOGNE.
GOT AT LEAST $10 IN QUARTERS AND A BUFFALO-HEAD NICKEL WORTH
$5 LARGE.
THE REST OF MY WORLDLY GOODS WILL BE DIVIDED EQUALLY AMONGST
THE REST OF THE FRIENDS AT FOSTERS, EXCEPT FOR WILT.
THAT SUCKER DON'T GET SQUAT.
UH, I'M GONNA HAVE TO CUT THIS SHORT, Y'ALL.
I THINK I HEAR TABBY COMING.
BE WELL, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
I'LL BE SENDING GOOD VIBRATIONS TO Y'ALL FROM THE GREAT BEYOND.
EXCEPT FOR WILT.
SEND THAT FIRST-CLASS PRIORITY!
C.O.D.!
>> [ MEOWING MENACINGLY ] >> Khones: NOW, LISTEN UP,
TABBY!
>> [ YOWLING ] >> Khones: I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF
YOUR FOOL BEHAVIOR!
NOW, DON'T MAKE ME -- DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING
WITH?
I WILL -- [ SCREAMS ]
>> [ YOWLING ] >> Khones: FORGIVE ME.
>> Mac: UGH!
MR. HERRIMAN'S FILING SYSTEM MAKES NO SENSE!
>> Frankie: JUST KEEP LOOKING.
THE INFO ON JACKIE'S NEW FAMILY IS SOMEWHERE IN THIS ROOM.
>> ♪ MESSAGE RECEIVED LOUD AND CLEAR ♪
♪ MESSAGE RECEIVED LOUD AND CLEAR ♪
>> Wilt: I'M SORRY, MORSIE, BUT WE'RE KIND OF BUSY RIGHT NOW.
>> ♪ SAM BURGER IN A ROW BOAT ♪ ♪ I KNOW, I KNOW IT'S SERIOUS ♪
>> Mac: I THINK HE HAS AN INCOMING MESSAGE FROM SAM.
>> ♪ I WOULD HATE ANYTHING TO HAPPEN TO HIM, WHOA ♪
>> Frankie: WELL, WHAT'S THE MESSAGE?
>> [ CLEARS THROAT ] ♪ DOT, DOT, DASH, DOT, DOT,
DASH ♪ ♪ DOT-DE-DASH-DE-DOT-DOT DOO
DOT! ♪ >> Frankie: MORSIE, HOW MANY
TIMES DO I HAVE TO -- WE DON'T SPEAK MORSE CODE!
IN ENGLISH, PLEASE!
>> [ CLEARS THROAT ] ♪ PANIC ON THE PROMENADE DECK ♪
♪ PANIC IN THE MAIN ENGINE ROOM ♪
♪ STOP ♪ ♪ OH, THE RAIN FALLS HARD ON
THIS HUM-DRUM BOAT ♪ ♪ THIS BOAT WILL NOT STAY
AFLOAT ♪ ♪ STOP ♪
>> Mac: OH, NO!
SAM BURGER'S CRUISE SHIP IS SINKING!
>> Frankie: [ GASPS ] WHAT DO WE DO?
CALL THE COAST GUARD? THE NAVY?
AND WHAT ABOUT JACKIE?
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
[ ALL TALKING AT ONCE ] >> ♪ I'M SO VERY SICKENED ♪
♪ OH, I'M SO SICKENED NOW ♪ >> Bloo: STOP!
STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!
WE HAVE ANOTHER LETTER FROM ED!
>> Frankie: BLOO, WE HAVE FRIENDS IN TROUBLE!
WE CAN HEAR ABOUT ED'S FOREST FROLICKING LATER!
>> Bloo: YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT TROUBLE, I'LL READ YOU SOME
TROUBLE!
"DEAR FOSTER'S, I AM MUY, MUY, MUY, MUY A-SCARED."
THAT'S FOUR MUYS!
"IT ALL STARTED EARLY ONE MORNING WHEN I...
>> Ed: ...AM OUT PICKING BERRIES.
[ BRANCHES SHUFFLING ] [ GASPS ]
I FINALLY PICKED UP THE TRAIL OF A UNICORN!
I FOLLOW IT DEEP INTO THE WOODS, WHERE I SEE NO MORE THAN A
GLIMPSE OF ITS BRIGHT ORANGE FUR."
>> All: ORANGE FUR?!
>> Bloo: "FINALLY, AFTER MUY A LOT OF HOURS..."
>> Ed: ...I FIND THE UNICORN'S CAMP SITE.
AS I GAZE AT ALL THE WALKIE-TALKIES, TELESCOPIC
LENSES, AND RUGGED ALL-TERRAIN VEHICLES, I COME TO REALIZE
SOMETHING.
UNICORNS ARE MUY MORE TECHNOLOGICALLY SOPHISTICATED
THAN I THOUGHT.
BUT THEN, I REALLY REALIZED SOMETHING ELSE.
THIS IS NOT A CAMP OF THE UNICORNS!
THESE ARE HUNTERS!
HUNTERS IN THE WOODS!
I HAVE TO WARN THE UNICORNS!
>> Bloo: OH, ED, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS REAL UNICORNS!
THEY'RE HUNTING YOU!
AS PRESIDENT OF THIS HOUSE, I AM ORDERING ALL OF YOU TO ABANDON
THESE RIDICULOUS RESCUE MISSIONS!
THE PROPER AUTHORITIES HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED AND SHOULD BE ALLOWED
TO DO THEIR JOBS!
MADAME, PLEASE!
>> Madame Foster: FORGET IT, FUNNY BUNNY!
WE'VE ALREADY WASTED THREE DAYS DOTTING OUR I's AND CROSSING OUR
LEGS, WAITING FOR THE BUREAUCRATS TO GET THEIR BUNS IN
GEAR!
WELL, NO MORE!
>> Fluffer: KHONES CRUSADERS, ASSEMBLE!
>> Bloo: TEAM ED, GET OVER HERE!
>> Fluffer: GLASS CUTTERS.
>> Yogi: CHECK.
>> Bloo: WATER CANNON.
>> Mac: CHECK.
>> Fluffer: NIGHT-VISION GOGGLES.
>> Billy: CHECK.
>> Bloo: SILLY STRING.
>> Wilt: CHECK.
OH, SORRY.
>> Fluffer: PORTABLE SATELLITE UPLINK.
>> CHECK.
>> Bloo: BEAGLEPUSS.
>> Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] >> Fluffer: HAI KARATE.
>> Bloo: UTILITY BELTS.
WHAT?
WHERE'S RED DOG?
RED DOG WAS IN CHARGE OF THE BELTS.
>> Mac: BLOO, I THOUGHT WE DROPPED THE WHOLE CODE-NAMES
IDEA.
>> Bloo: THAT'S A NEGATIVE, SHAGGY BROWN.
>> Frankie: EVERYBODY, STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!
WE'VE GOT UPDATES!
ANOTHER VIDEO FROM JACKIE.
A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE FROM SAM BURGER.
AND A PIECE OF TREE BARK FROM ED.
HERE, YOU HANDLE THE REST.
>> Mr. Herriman: ANOTHER MISSIVE FROM MASTER BLOPPY PANTS?
[ CLEARS THROAT ] "HAVE GONE BACK TO MY FIRST
LOVE, COOKING."
>> ONE BLT, A STACK OF RAMANA, A HOCKEY PUCK WITH FROG STICKS ON
THE SIDE, BLOODHOUNDS IN THE HAY, AND A CUP OF MUD.
>> Bloppy Pants: CUP OF MUD?
WHO WOULD WANT TO DRINK A C-C-C...
AND WHAT THE HECK ARE FROG STICKS?
OH, DEAR, OH, MY. I...
OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR, OH, MY, OH, MY, OH, DEAR!
>> YEAH, I NEED A RADIO SANDWICH WITH LOVE APPLES.
>> Bloppy Pants: WHAT?!
THANKS AGAIN FOR GIVING ME A LIFT, MISTER...
>> NAME'S GARY, GARY LUSS.
BUT MY HANDLE IS HEAVY G.
THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL ME ON THE CB RADIO.
YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ON THESE LONG RUNS, OTHERWISE YOU
GET A LITTLE LONELY AND A LITTLE LOOPY, AS THEY SAY.
[ LAUGHS ] >> Bloppy Pants: I --
>> CB's BEEN ON THE BLINK FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, SO I'M
PLEASED AS PUNCH TO HAVE YOU ALONG ON THIS RIDE.
FIGURE I'VE GOT ENOUGH CONVERSATION STORED UP TO LAST
US THE ENTIRE 12-HOUR DRIVE AND THEN SOME.
[ LAUGHS ] YOU EVER NOTICE WHEN YOU'RE
ALONE A LOT HOW YOU GET A CHANCE TO TALK TO SOMEBODY, ANYBODY,
THE WORDS JUST START POURING OUT?
I MEAN, I FIGURE I AIN'T HAD A CHANCE TO SIT AND REALLY CHEW
THE FAT WITH ANYBODY IN A DOG'S AGE.
BUT IN MY TIME, WHOO, BOY, I MET SOME INTERESTING PEOPLE, I'LL
TELL YOU!
LIKE MY COUSIN EARL.
THE STORIES I CAN TELL ABOUT THAT CRAZY LUGHEAD!
LIKE WHEN EARL WAS 7 AND I WAS AT THE TENDER AGE OF...
>> Madame Foster: WELL, LET'S SEE HERE.
"RONALD AND I HAVE SURVIVED THE SHIPWRECK AND WASHED ASHORE ON A
DESERTED ISLAND.
>> I HOPE THIS NOTE REACHES SOMEONE IN TIME.
WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF COCONUTS.
THERE'S NOTHING ELSE TO EAT.
AND I DON'T LIKE THE WAY RONALD IS LOOKING AT ME.
RONNIE? YOU DOING OKAY?
RON? IT'S ME, YOUR OLD PAL SAM.
RON?
>> Fluffer: PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE
ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE.
>> Yogi: ENOUGH ALREADY!
I DO NOT THINK GHOSTS COMMUNICATE THROUGH VIDEO TAPE.
>> Khones: THIS IS JACKIE KNONES, ALIVE AND FIVE BY
FIVE.
>> Fluffer: YES!
>> Khones: SEE, I WAS ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF MY TROUBLESOME
PLAYMATE.
SENT TABBY ON A ROCKET TRIP TO THE MOON.
THOUGHT THAT SORT OF THING ONLY WORKED IN CARTOONS.
ANYWAY, TABBY IS HISTORY.
LUCKILY, I'VE BEEN ABLE TO FIX IT SO THE OLD LADY WILL NEVER
SUSPECT.
>> IS THIS DOLL SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE PLACE OF MY CAT?!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY TABBY?!
>> Khones: JACKIE NEEDS HELP, Y'ALL!
JACKIE NEEDS HELP!
>> Fluffer: PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE
ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE!
>> Bloo: PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE,
PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE, PLEASE BE ALIVE!
>> OH, HERE, I'LL READ IT.
IT'LL HELP ME STAY IN CHARACTER.
"GET AWAY, YOU MALO HUNTERS!
I NO LEAD YOU TO THE UNICORNS!
WHAT? WHO? NO!
YOU MAKE UN GRANDE MISTAKE!
I AM NOT THIS SAMSQUATCH OF WHICH YOU SPEAK!
I NEVER EVEN HEAR OF HIM!
NO, DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME!
AAH! I HAVE BEEN SHOT!" THAT'S ALL THERE IS.
>> Bloo: [ SOBBING ] >> LO SIENTO, AZUL.
>> Bloo: DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK SPANGLISH, YOU LOUSY IMPOSTER!
YOU'RE NOT FIT TO WEAR ED'S FUR, LET ALONE FILL HIS SHOES!
OH, SWEET EDUARDO!
NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET YOU GO!
SO KIND!
LIKE AN ANGEL SENT TO EARTH!
GONE! GONE FOREVER! WHY?
WHY?!
[ SOBBING ] [ HORN BLASTING ]
>> Mr. Herriman: MASTER BLOPPY PANTS?!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
>> Bloppy Pants: ONLY THING I COULD DO!
HAD TO ESCAPE THE HORRORS OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD!
COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
SO I WENT AND SAVED THE OTHERS AND BROUGHT US ALL BACK TO
FOSTER'S!
>> Fluffer: JACKIE!
>> Khones: WHO LOVES YOU, BABY?
[ INDISTINCT TALKING ] >> I WAS ACTUALLY QUITE HAPPY IN
MY NEW HOME.
>> All: SAM BURGER?!
>> Madame Foster: BUT HOW DID YOU -- HOW COULD YOU --
WHO AM I?
>> THAT BLOPPY PANTS IS A MIRACLE WORKER.
>> All: EDUARDO!
[ ALL TALKING AT ONCE ] >> Bloo: BUT, BUT -- WE THOUGHT
YOU WERE SHOT!
>> Ed: SI, I WAS SHOT.
WITH A TELEPHOTO LENS.
THE HUNTERS TURNED OUT TO BE REPORTERS LOOKING FOR
SAMSQUATCH, OR BIGFOOT.
THEN THEY GOT A GOOD LOOK AT ME, AND START CALLING ME "BIG BUTT"
INSTEAD.
I NO CAN STAY WITH EZZIE ANYMORE.
HER PAPA NO LIKE THE PAPARAZZI.
BE HONEST -- DOES THIS PHOTO MAKE MY HEINIE LOOK MUY GRANDE?
>> Mac: IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU HOME, ED.
>> Ed: HEY, BLOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY OLD FUR COAT?
>> Bloo: WHAT? THIS? I-I, UH...
I-I-I WAS -- I WAS TAKING IT TO THE GARBAGE, YOU KNOW, TRYING TO
CLEAR OUT SOME OF THE OLD STUFF YOU LEFT BEHIND.
THERE'S REALLY NO ROOM FOR IT, WITH THE NEW ED ALL MOVED IN.
DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE NEW ED?
GREAT GUY.
NOT REALLY SURE WHERE YOU'LL BE SLEEPING, OR IF WE'LL BE ABLE TO
FIT YOU BACK INTO THE GANG.
WITH TWO EDS, THE WHOLE GANG DYNAMIC WILL BE TOTALLY THROWN
OFF.
[ DOOR SHUTS ] WELCOME BACK!
[ ROCKET WHISTLING ] >> [ SNIFFING ]
>> Khones: WHOA! NICE KITTY!
NICE KITTY! AAH!