04x09 - Dream Weasel

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Voila! I have created a way to

control dreams. It will help those who

can't dream to dream vivid and exciting

phantasms. Lovely Assistant

Baboon.

Yes, sir, doctor reasons. Bring in the

first patient.

It's our time for first

patient.

I have no dreams. They've

all been dazzed. There, there,

sir. I'm here to help, for

I am Wiesel, Dream Specialist. All right,

get off me.

Strap him in!

Ah Please observe. By

making this soup, I shall give dreams

back to this poor person. First, some

celery, some carrots.

All brain cereal. Now that 40% credit.

A little raw seafood.

This soup is the stuff that dreams are

made of. Crayons. This is so

the patient can dream in color. Spider

man, Baboon! Now put

the patient to sleep, Baboon.

Eee, I meant... Put him to sleep with the

anesthesia.

Never mind. He's asleep now.

Pie. I

like pie.

oh Wow!

What a great dream! I feel

so repressed!

I feel I am unlocking secrets buried deep

within the human brain.

The fabric of reality. The frontier of

human experience. I said to see a doctor!

Thank you, Baboon. You're surpassing

yourself as an imbecile.

Thank you. Hello, Earl.

You'll have to excuse my assistant. He's

slightly dumb.

Oh, boy. Man, to get this kid to dream,

I'll need some extra ingredients. I'll

run over to the corner market. Now don't

do anything till I get back. Do not

do nothing till I get it back. Why?

Maybe I are getting ideas of grandeur.

I am better soup cooker than idiot

reason. Should be I are

being dreaming soup factor.

Getting ready to

dream,

idiot kid.

I'm home. Baboon?

Baboon! That monkey's in

Earl's mind. It's up to me to get him out

for I am Weasel!

Please, Mr. Bethel, keep your voice down.

We must get out of this dream before Earl

wakes up.

Great. We can't get out if Earl isn't

dreaming. This patient is a mindless

dullard. He'll probably never dream on

his own again. This wouldn't have

happened if you had stopped to being my

lovely assistant. Aye, uh, shame. Ohh

Hey! You said that. Just what do you

think you're doing here?Just doing the

butt-walk in someone's mind. Is that a

cry-um?Why, yes, it is. According to my

calculations, the reason Earl can't dream

is because he has a 212-pound man

in his head.

I am 190 if I'm dead. Well, now

we're all stuck in this helpless kid's

mind. Mm, why don't you just take the

exit?See?You're not knowing

everything, smarty, Alec Weasel. Don't

be alarmed, son. You're cured.

What were you thinking, man?Another

person's mind is no place to be. Well, I

have been dashing people's dreams for

years. It's a habit, I guess! I... get

in a rock?Well, it must be in your genes.

I wait a minute. He's not wearing

jeans! Oh, well.