04x02 - The Sky's the Limit!

[bunniefuu]

Narrator: This is the
Evergreen forest.

Quiet, peaceful, serene.

That is, until
Bert Raccoon wakes up.

Bert Raccoon: Yahoooo!

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Yeeeehaaaa!

Yikes!

Yaaaah...
[bam!]

[laughs]
[smash!]

Yeaaaah!

Narrator: Luckily, he has some
good friends to help him out.

Broo: [panting]

♪♪

Narrator: Life would be simple
in the forest except for...

Cyril Sneer!

[bleep blarp bloop]

And his life would be simple
except for...

the Raccoons!!

♪ [show theme music]

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Narrator: Blue skies,
unlimited horizons.

Perfect weather for the
Evergreen air show.

And Bert, Ralph and Melissa
are there to enjoy it all.

Well, at least Bert and
Melissa are enjoying it.

Bert: Boy, those were
the days, right guys?

The dawn of the flying era,

when the sky was the limit,

and planes had two wings.

Ralph: They still
have two wings Bert..

One on either side.

Melissa: Oh Ralph, where's
your sense of romance?

How often do you get to
see old planes like these?

Cyril: Watch out! Clear the way!

Plane coming through.

Pig 1: Wing flaps?
Pig 2: Check.

Pig 1: Parachutes?
Pig 2: Check.

Pig 1: Rubber dinghy?
Pig 2: Check.

Melissa: My, you
three look dashing.

Pig 1: I hope we look as
dashing, when we're crashing.

Cyril: Quit whining,
you paranoid porkers.

There's $50 thousand bucks
in prize money up for grabs

in that pylon race.

And you're going to win it!

Pig 3: Or die trying.

Bert: I think I'll dress
up as a daring air ace

for the costume dance tonight.

How about you, Ralph?

Ralph: I'm not going.

You know the food
writer is on vacation?

I've got to finish that column.

Melissa: Ralph Raccoon.
You promised you'd go!

We haven't been
out dancing in ages.

Cyril: Contact.

[propellers whirring]

Great, it runs!

Now take off and hit
the wild blue yonder!

Ha-haaa!

[plane whizzes by]

Cedric: Wow! That is some pilot!

[plane whizzes by closer]

I think the competition
just got a little stiffer,
Pop.

Bert: Ho-hoooo!

Oh, what's he
going to do now?

Oh-uh! Oh..uaaaaah!
Ralph: Look out!

Cyril: Yaaahh.

Who is that maniac?

Bert: Wow, that guy's an ace?

Ralph: That guys' a hazard.

Melissa: That guy's Troy Malone.

Ralph: You know him?

Troy: Melissa, it's
great to see you again!

Melissa: Troy Malone.

[laughing]

Ralph: Yeah. I guess,
you do know him.

Bert: I can't wait to see
that pylon race tomorrow.

Don't you wish you could fly
like Troy Malone, Ralph?

Soaring like an eagle,

diving like a falcon..

Ralph: ..and landing
like a ton of bricks.

No thanks, Bert.

I'm perfectly happy with
both feet on the ground.

Troy: So.. this is the
nerve center of the famous

Evergreen Standard.

Melissa makes it sound pretty
exciting, Ralph old buddy.

[boing boing boing]

Ralph: It..ah..has it's moments.

Cedric: You guys have got to
hear some of Troy's stories.

He's been all over the
world, flying missions.

And he speaks nine languages.

Troy: Ten, really.
But I don't like to brag.

Ralph: Yeah. I can see that.

What sort of missions?

Troy: Oh, search and rescue,

medical evacuations,
that sort of thing.

Is this your latest
story, Ralphie?

A hundred and one ways
to cook with turnips?

Um.. very interesting.

Ralph: What?! Um.. no!

That's the.. um,
food column.

I'm filling in for the..
regular writer.

Bert: And next week?

One hundred and one ways
to cure indigestion.

Riveting stuff, eh?
Melissa: [laughs]

Troy: Intriguing!
Melissa: Be fair now, Bert.

Last week Ralph broke a big
story on the acid rain cover up.

Bert: [laughs] Oh yeah,
I'm just kidding!

Hey Troy, have you got
a place to stay yet?

Troy: Well, I was going
to sleep in my plane,

but if you've got
a better offer?

Bert: Sure. You'll stay
with us. Right g*ng?

Melissa: Of course.

Ralph: Unless you'd prefer
to sleep in your plane.

Melissa: It's settled.
Come on, Troy.

We'll fetch your gear,
and get you moved in.

Ralph: I'll be along,
when I get the press fixed.

[bang!]

[printing press hums]

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Cyril: Of all the rotten luck!

Until that hotshot
Troy Malone turned up,

I had this air race in the bag!

We were the only entry.

Pig 2: Face it boss, we don't
have a chance against him.

He's a natural.

Cyril: And you're unnatural.

But when I'm through with you,

people will believe
pigs can fly.

We'll start with a little
G-force training.

I don't want you passing
out on tight turns.

Pigs: Oooooh.

Cyril: Enjoy!
Pigs: Ah-ah-ah-ahhh!

Cyril: I'll be back
in an hour.

Pigs: Ah-ah-ah-ahhh!

Troy: ..so there I was,
shushing down the expert slope,

with 4,000 tonnes of raging
avalanche roaring behind me.

That's when I first saw...
Melissa.

With seconds to spare,

I swept her up in my arms
and outran the avalanche.

It was a bit tricky
on one ski, I suppose..

Ralph: I'm sure it was
no problem for you, Troy.

Melissa: Oh, it wasn't
that big an avalanche.

Ralph, tell Troy how we met.

[giggles]
It was so cute.

Ralph: Oh, I'm sure Troy doesn't
want to hear that, Melissa.

Troy: Sure I do.
C'mon, Ralph. Tell us.

Ralph: I spilled a
cup of coffee on her.

I believe it was mocha java.

Bert: [laughs]
That's our Ralphie boy.

One of the great romantics.

Ralph: You and Bert
better get going, Melissa.

You don't want to be
late for the dance.

Melissa: Are you positive you
don't want to come, Ralph?

Ralph: Oh, I'd better
finish up that work.

Melissa: You sure?
Troy: In that case...

how about I escort you, Melissa?

Melissa: Well thanks, Troy.
That sounds like fun.

Bert: You're gonna
need a costume, Troy.

Troy: Why don't I just
go as a...dashing aviator.

Bert: I think you could
pull that off, Troy.

Ralph: And why don't I just go
as a dashing food columnist.

Ahhhh! Oouuh!
[thud]

Oh phoeey!

♪♪

Pig 1: Boy, listen to
all
those people out here

having fun at the
fancy dress ball.

Pig 3: Now I know how
Cinderella felt! Uh!

Pig 2: Maybe we can
sneak out and mingle.

Oops.

Pig 1: Dressed as what?

Greased pigs?!

♪♪

Bert: Hi guys! Having fun?

He-he! This is great!

Hey Cedric, you look terrific!

Troy: This reminds me
of the old days, Melissa.

Boy, Ralph sure is
lucky he married you.

Melissa: He really
is a sweetheart.

I just wish he were here.

Sometimes, I think
he works much too hard.

Bert: Ralph, is that you?

I thought, you were
going to work all night.

Ralph: [laughs] Bert!

[laughs] Cedric! Hi!

I..er.. decided
to knock off early,

and, you know, check things out.

Pig 1: Okay, get ready
for the engine test.

And let's hope
it doesn't work.

Contact!

[squeak]

[engine roars]

Whooahh. Shut it down!

Shut it down!!

Pig 2:
Aaaaahhh!

Pig 1: Runaway plane!
Runaway plane!

Whoops!

Partygoers: Watch out! Ahhh!

Ralph: Melissa!

Troy: Get down, Melissa.

[crowd screaming]

Troy: Whoa!

Gotcha.

♪ [dramatic music]

Ralph: Melissa?!

Uh-uh-oh!

Oh, thank heavens
you're alright!

Melissa: Ralph?!

[crowd cheering]

Bert: Uh! Good
thing Troy was here.

What a guy, huh Ralph?

Ralph: Yeah..what a guy.

Pig

Pig 1:

Pig 1: Left!

Pig 1: Left! Bank

Pig 1: Left! Bank left!

Pig 1: Left! Bank left!
Keep

Pig 1: Left! Bank left!
Keep your

Pig 1: Left! Bank left!
Keep your nose

Pig 1: Left! Bank left!
Keep your nose up!

Pigs: Pull up!
We're gonna crash!

Pig 3: Oooh!

Pigs: Yahhhhhh.

Cyril: You porkers are pathetic.

You've got all the flying
instincts of a brick.

Pig 1: That's what we've been
trying to tell you, boss.

Cyril: The big race
is this afternoon,

and you hopeless
ham hocks are entered.

And if you don't want to
end up in a deli counter,

you'll win! Got it?!

Pigs: Yes, Sir! Yes Sir.

Cyril: [grunting]

Pig 2: Let's face it.

If we can't weasel
our way of this mess,

we'll end up in intensive care.

Pig 1: Intensive care!
That's it!

Pig 3: Ooh, Lloyd's got an idea.

And I'll bet, it's brilliant.

Troy: Can you change
that line to read...

'Daring pilot stops
runaway plane!'

Ralph: Do you mind, Troy?

I can't work with someone
looking over my shoulder.

Troy: I just want to make sure
you spell my name right,

Ralphie, old buddy.

Ralph: I may not
be much at stopping

runaway airplanes,
Troy, but I can spell.

Bert: And he's a
heck of a typist too.

Troy: Well, I guess old
Ralphie boy's got things

pretty well in hand here.

Does anybody want to
zip down to the airfield,

and take a spin in my plane?

Bert: Wow!! [chuckles]
I thought, you'd never ask!

Let's go Melissa!

Melissa: How about you, Ralph?

Are you coming? It'll be fun.

Troy: Yeah, Ralph, old pal.

I'll even let you fly my plane.

It'll be a nice change from
piloting a desk all day.

Ralph: Sure. Sure,
I'll come down later.

And I'll bring the story
down for your approval.

Troy: C'mon, Bert.

Bert: Be right with you, Troy.

Um.. Are you okay, Ralph?

I mean, you've been acting
a little.. funny lately.

Ralph: Oh... I'm fine.

Bert: Well..good.
But if.. you know..

if there's anything
you want to talk about..

just let me know, okay?

Ralph: I will. Thanks, Bert.

Bert: Ok, Ralph!

I'll see you later.

Ralph: Face it, Ralph,
some guys make the news,

and some guys
just write it down.

♪♪

♪ We would stand on
Saturday nights, ♪

♪♪

♪ The boys and me in line,

♪♪

♪ Fighting for the chance
to dance with you... ♪

♪♪

♪ I can still remember

♪♪

♪ The look upon your face

♪♪

♪ You were so surprised
that I told you, ♪

♪ All life long,

♪ I knew it was forever

♪ All life long,

♪ I knew
we couldn't stop ♪

♪ All life long,

♪ I knew it was forever,

♪ All life long,

♪ I knew it...

[knock-knock]

Ralph: Come in.
Well? Come on in.

What happened to your three?

Pig 1: It's a sad
and painful story.

Pig 2: Oh yeah, we didn't
even see the cement truck!

Not at all.

Pig 3: And what do you
think the chances are

of being hit by a meteorite?

Ralph: Zero. What
can I do for you?

Pig 1: We want to place
an ad...for a pilot.

Ralph: A pilot?

The race will be over before
the Standard comes out.

Pig 2: Well, that's
not our problem.

But the boss can't
say we didn't' try.

[plane rumbling in the sky]

Ralph: Look at that idiot.

It's a wonder he
doesn't k*ll himself.

Did Melissa enjoy her flight?

Bert: I dunno, Ralph.

Ask her when she comes down.

Ralph: Melissa?

[plane zooming by]

Melissaaaaaa!!

Melissa: Oh Ralph!
You've just got to try this!

Ralph: That does it, Troy!
Who do you think you are?

You-you conceited,
overbearing show off?

Risk your own life,
not Melissa's!

Troy:
Hey, lighten up, old buddy.

Ralph: And I'm not your buddy!

[crow cawing]

Cyril: A cement truck?

Pig 1: And a garbage truck. Ooh!

Cyril: A garbage truck?!

Hah! How appropriate.

We've still got
an hour before the race.

You can recover by then.

Pig 2: Impossible!!
I mean, I mean.. uh..

I don't think so.

But we did advertise
for another pilot.

Cyril: Big deal.

Who'd be crazy enough to go up

in that flying death trap?

[ding-dong!]

Ralph: Mr. Sneer, I understand
you're looking for someone

to fly your plane
in the pylon race.

Cyril: Yeah, so?

Ralph: Well, I'm you're man.

Pig: Oh, the pain! Agony! Ooh!

Cyril: Alright, Raccoon.

Here's the game plan.

I want you to get out there
and win. Got it?

Ralph: It sounds pretty
straight forward, Mr. Sneer.

Cedric: Gee Ralph, are you
sure you're up to this?

You haven't logged all
that many flying hours.

Ralph: Maybe not, Cedric.

But I've had it up to
here with Troy Malone.

I'm going to give him
a run for his money.

Cyril: It's not his
money. It's my money!

Now get out there and
bring back that fifty grand!!

And don't wreck my plane!

Ralph: Contact!

[airplane rumbles]

Bert: Hey Troy,
we're rootin' for ya'!

Go, Troy, go!

Melissa: Hi, Cedric.
I thought the Pigs

were flying Cyril's plane.
Who's that?

Cedric: You mean,
he didn't tell you?

Bert: It's Ralph!!

Melissa, its, it's, it's.. ooh!

Troy: Hey, Ralph, I don't know
hat you think you're doing,

but you're way out
of your league.

Ralph: We'll see.. buddy!

Melissa: Ralph!...
Ralph!... No!!

[coughing]
Don't do this, Ralph!

[planes revving]

Bert: I can't believe
that's our Ralphie up there!

What's he trying to prove?

Cedric: I think
he's trying to prove

he's better than Troy Malone.

Bert: Uh-oh.

[planes zooming]
♪♪

Troy: Hey Ralphie, you
should stick to typing.

Ralph: Aahh!

Melissa: Oh, Ralph!

[planes rumble]
♪♪

Cyril: How's my
ace pilot doing?

Cedric: Well, he's
still in the air, Pop.

Bert: Go Ralph go! Go Ralph go!

Bert/Cedric: Go Ralph go!

Bert/Cedric/Cyril: Go Ralph go!

[planes rumble]
♪♪

Troy: Hey, Ralphie,
save yourself the grief!

Land now!

Ralph: Look out!

Bert: Troy's in trouble!

Cyril: Good. Go Ralph!

You've got this race wrapped up.
Ha-haaa!

Oh, no! No!

No, you ring-tailed reject!

Not that way!

What in the name of
wingtips is he doing?

Bert: He's going after Troy.

That's our Ralphie!

Ralph: Troy. Can you make
it in for a landing?

Troy: Are you kidding, rookie?

I could bring this baby
in if the wings fell off.

Now give me some room!

[splash!]
Ralph: Uaaahh!!

Ahh! Whooah! Yeoww!

I can't see!

Whoa-hoho!

♪♪

Troy: Well, here
comes the last pylon!

The winner!!

Ralph: Ahh-oooh!

[ka-bang]

Phew, that was close.

Now, if I can get
these goggles off.

♪♪

Bert/Cedric: C'mon Ralph!

♪♪

Ralph: Ohh! Uaaaahh!

Oh boy.

[loud crash!]

[crowd gasps]
Cyril: What's going on?

He'd better not crash.

That's my plane!

Ralph: Whooo..aaa..

Whoaaaaa!

Whoaaa!
[crowd gasps]

Whoa! Whoaaa!

[loud crash, smash!]
Oh-ho-ho-hoooo!

Melissa: Ralph!!!
Bert: Hurry, Cedric!

Troy: Ta-daaaah!

Bert: Ralph, are you okay?

Troy: Hey. I'm the winner!

Aren't I?

Melissa: Ralph,
are you all right?

Ralph: I'm fine.
I can't believe it.

Bert: You were terrific!

That's the best
crash I ever saw.

Ralph: Uh..thanks Bert. I think.

Melissa: Of all the bone-headed,
dim-witted, crazy stunts

you've ever pulled,
this takes the cake!

Ralph: But I was
just trying to..

Melissa: I know exactly,
what you were trying to do.

But you didn't have to.
Ralph: Yeah, but Troy..

Melissa: Forget about Troy.
I love you!

You big...you big...

Oh, come here!

Ralph: Uh-oh.

Cyril: Look at the mess
you've made out of my

valuable aircraft,
you fur ball flake!

But, never mind.

You and I can make a fortune!

We'll tour the country.

You crash the planes
and I'll rake in the loot.

We'll call it,
Sneer's Flying Circus.

What do you say?

Pig 1: If anyone's making
a fortune, it's us.

We're your loyal
personal pilots, boss!!

Pig 2: 50/50, right boss?

The Flying Porkers.
How's that sound?

Cyril: Isn't it amazing,
how quickly pigs mend?

[laughing]

Pig 1: Why, why it's a miracle!

Pig 3: Of modern medicine, Sir.

Cyril: Con me, will you?
You treacherous tenderloins!

Come back here and meet
your doom like pigs.

Troy: Hey, Melissa!

Doesn't the big winner
get a victory kiss?

Melissa: He sure does, Troy.

[smooch]

[giggles]

Narrator: Sometimes it seems
that nothing

we do turns out right.

And no matter how we try,

someone else always
does it better.

Certainly Ralph Raccoon
know the feeling.

But as Ralph learned,

there's one thing you can do

better than anyone else,

and that's be yourself.

♪

Ralph: Here's
looking at you, kid.

Melissa: [giggles]

Troy: Ahem...

Ralph: Troy. Pull up
a chair and join us!

Melissa: Yes.
Troy: Oh no. I..

I just came to say goodbye.

Besides.. three's a crowd.

No hard feelings
about the race, eh Ralph?

Ralph: Of course not.

♪

Well, wherever you're off to,

we wish you the
best of luck, Troy.

Troy: Thanks, Ralph, Melissa.

Psst. Uhm.. Schaeffer?

Ralph and Melissa's dinner..

Well..

It's on me.

♪

♪ [show

♪ [show theme

♪ [show theme music]

♪♪

♪ When darkness falls

♪♪

♪ Leaving shadows in the night

♪♪

♪ Don't be afraid

♪♪

♪ Wipe that fear from
your eyes ♪

♪♪

♪ The desperate love

♪♪

♪ Keeps on driving you wrong

♪♪

♪ Don't be afraid

♪♪

♪ You're not alone

♪♪

♪ You can run with us

♪♪

♪ We've got everything
you need ♪

♪ Run with us

♪♪

♪ We are free

♪♪

♪ Come with us

♪♪

♪ I see passion in your eyes

♪ Run with us

♪♪