01x01 - Pet Peeves // Rat Heroes

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♪ My name is Angela

♪ Hey, hello!

♪ Welcome to my very own show ♪

♪ I'll introduce my friends to you ♪

Oh no! It's Ninnypoo!

♪ Shoobee-doobee-doo wap-waa.

♪ My name is Angela

♪ And you are not

♪ Nanette Manoir is a stuck up jerk face snot ♪

And now to today's story, starring me.

And NOT starring Nannete Manoir.

Angela: Today is our vote for the annual class field trip

for the class.

Bye King.

Wish me luck, girl.

Me and Johnny Abatti already know what we're picking-

So what if Nanette Manoir, the pretty princess of

Tapwater Springs tells all her copy-cat friends to pick

opera-singing or France.

This year there's more boys and I told Gordy Rhinehart

if he didn't vote trucks, I'd tell Gina Lash

not to marry him.

Gina Lash is my best friend and she will vote for

whatever I say.

Don't even start, Angela Anaconda.

I'm voting Mapperson's Bakery.

But Gina Lash, what about the car-eating Robo-Saurus

that eats whole cars whole?

So, Mapperson's Bakery hands out free samples free.

And I'd rather see me eating Cinnamon Swirls.

Give you my raspberry lip gloss.

Mmmmm, smell.

That doesn't smell raspberry.

It's raspberry-LIKE.

Well, okay.

See what I mean? Gina Lash is my best.

Ugh.

it's Ninnie-Wart Manoir and her walkie-talkie girls,

January and Karlene.

What a beautiful dress, Nanette!

It matches your beautiful eyes, Nanette!

Oh Angela.

My pure-bred French poodle, Oo-La-La,

doesn't eat spreadable ham, merci beaucoup.

My dog hates spreadable ham.

My cat really, really hates it.

[bell rings]

Class, we'll now take suggestions for our annual

field trip. One at a time please.

Eyes front.

Mrs. Brinks!

Nanette Manoir?

Mrs. Brinks, the Ballet Russe is coming to perform

Tchaikowsky's classic, Swan Lake.

I've reserved sixteen tickets and arranged for us

all to attend a video on the complete history

ofchassure d'orteil.

That's French for "toe shoes."

What a wonderful and appropriate idea, Nanette.

Now class if there are no other suggestions.

Angela? YOU'RE seconding the motion?

Well no, er.

Johnny Abatti has another suggestion we thought of.

I'm sure.

Yes, Johnny?

I didn't do nuthin'.

Truck rally.

Fine.

Then we'll simply put it to a vote.

All in favor of Angela's Monster Truck Rally?

Eight.

And for the legendary Ballet Russe?

Seven. [class cheers]

Gordy, I'm surprised.

I thought you loved the ballet and everything about it.

Are you sure you wouldn't like to change your vote?

Oh, Mrs. Brinks?

Yes, Nanette, dear?

Well, since you'll be attending the field trip

with us, Mrs. Brinks, I certainly think you should

have a vote as well.

How thoughtful of you Nanette, as always.

There's really no substitute for good breeding.

Well, there, now it's tied.

Excusez-moi, Mrs. Brinks.

but since we students help fund raise for fieldtrips,

perhaps the side that raises the most money

should get to decide?

Brinks: Why yes of course, a fundraising contest!

Thank you, Nanette, for your resourceful

and creative suggestion.

Thanks a lot for almost not saying Monster Trucks,

Johnny Abatti.

Well gosh, Angela, it was your idea.

And besides we'll never get the most money anyways.

I know we can think of a way to get money, Johnny,

we just have to think of how.

I knew I should have picked Mapperson's Bakery.

Those Cinnamon Swirls.

so hot and fresh.

AND FREE!

Whoaaa!

How was I suppose to know Mapperson's Bakery wouldn't

give away the good stuff?

But Gina Lash, wheat-free rye bread?

Nobody buys that and I know this on account of we have

been here selling it for more than two hours and not

one person has bought a single slice.

I ate a slice.

Hi Mom, wanna buy some bread?

No thanks, sweetie.

I just bought all these delicious pastries from that

little French girl Nanette Manoir.

Baby Lulu loves them, but don't let her eat too many.

They're gourmet!

See you at the ballet, Angela. Au revoir!

Oh-revoir to you, goody Toe-Shoes Nanette who's not

really French Manoir!

We've got a lot of good ideas we're gonna have to

make money then you'll be sorry.

Hey look- they're shaped like littlechassure d'orteils.

Hi Dad.

Oh. Hi kids.

Can you give us some money?

Nope.

So what do you think of my new invention?

Ta Da!

But Mr. Anaconda, blow dryers have been around

since the advent of the shag hairdo

in the early seventies.

Not just a blow dryer Gina, but a revolutionary way

to suck and blow at the same time.

Shall we give her a whirl?

Shall we.

Bill? You're not covering my ceramic pots in a thin layer

of lint are you?

Everything's fine, honey!

Kids. Here's five bucks You clean up King

and I'll clean up this mess.

We are now cleaning King and Gina Lash,

who is always getting good ideas on

account of she is so smart, thinks of a good one.

A pet wash for pets!

So anyway it is the Pet Wash and everything is going fine

until Gordy Rhinehart shows up with Fabio and Gina

doesn't know where his head is either.

I think this calls for the Flo-Bee.

Gina's Mom only usually lets her use the Flo Bee hair

trimmer on weekends and holidays.

Biscuits for sale!

Get your trés delicious Doggie biscuits,

which I made myself, seeing as I am so creative.

Then Ninnie-Wart comes along selling her fancy dog

biscuits with Oo-La-BLAH dressed in a tutu like a

person, which he is not, making money at OUR fund-raiser!

Mmmm.

Trés interesting, Nanette.

[BARKING]

And as for Fabio, I tell Gordy I'd rather have a rat

with one head than a dog with two behinds and this

makes Fabio mad.

So then Johnny tries to wash Kitty Takanawa,

the crossing guard lady's cat,

but Kitty Takanawa runs up a tree and we tell

Johnny Abatti it is him who has to get it down,

even if he IS afraid of heights.

Lucky for Johnny, a fireman comes and saves him,

but unlucky for me that fireman buys the rest of

Ninnie-Wart Manoir's disgusting dog barf-scuits.

Mud baths?

How continental, Angela Anaconda.

Perhaps you'd like to be my escort to the Ballet Russe,

Johnny Abatti?

How can he be your escort if where we are going

is Monster Truck Rally?

In case you didn't know we made - Gina Lash?

Eleven dollars and thirty-eight cents.

Well in case you didn't know,

unless your parents give you an extra three hundred and

sixty-two big ones, which I most seriously doubt,

I'm afraid YOU'LL be doing something cultural

for a change. Coming, John?

Heh heh.

So, Margot-Fancy-Dancer Manoir and Johnny-Go-Lightly

are now escorting each other to the Swan Lake.

I am sorry dear Ninny-Wart but you'll have to dance

faster that that if you want to make it to the

instructional video on time - or should I say ON TOE!

Angela, Angela!

You will tell me.

Save me from the swans who don't seem to know my head

from my Toe-Shoes, dear Angela who can feed my dog

spreadable ham whenever she wants.

Help me, help me!

I can't swim,you will tell me.

Oh Ninnie-Poo, you are covered in mud!

How conti-numbskull!

But fear not, Little Nin.

This is ballet beauty mud.

See how soft it makes your hair?

Poor little Ninnie-Wart!

Your ringlets are hard as rocks.

I'm afraid they're just going to have to go.

Cool in summer and you'll be the last person in our class

to catch lycee.

That's French for "lice."

Now stop admiring yourself.

We have a Truck Rally to go to.

Look behind you, Noodle-Poodle!

It's the Robo-Saurus and it's coming to snack on your

fuzzy pompom head!

Angela, Angela help me!

The Robo-Saurus wants to eat my puffy hair,

like you so intelligently predicted,

Oh Angela, better fund-raiser than I.

[EVIL LAUGH]

Well class, as we might have expected,

Nanette with her wonderful and quite unusual

liver-flavored cookies - so French - won our little

fund-raising competition hands down.

Mrs. Brinks!

Someone has tracked mud all over our classroom and if it

were me, which of course it was not,

I would certainly volunteer to stay after class

and clean it up.

Phew!

Think they'll have real swans at Swan Lake?

Maybe one will go crazy and attack Mrs. Brinks.

That'd be almost as good as the Robo-Saurus.

You guys are making me hungry.

Anyone for Mapperson's Bakery?

For stale rye bread, Gina Lash?

No.

For eleven dollars and thirty-eight cents worth of

Cinnamon Swirls.

Mmmmmm.

Cinnamon Swirls.

AAAHHHII ALIENS!!

Sick'em, King.

Sick'em!

My toothpaste. Bad.

Baby Lulu!!

You might be my sister, and I can't do anything about

that but, it doesn't mean you can eat my toothpaste.

Anyway who cares because today is Museum Day for the class,

and all of us and Mrs. Brinks are invited to

the Space Museum where I get to meet a real live

astronaut who's even been on a cereal box.

Do you think I'll get to meet Astronaut Bob?

You bet, Angelwings.

And be sure not to miss the Anti-Gravity chamber.

[LAUGH]

The vomit comet?

Hope you don't hurl your Astro-Nutties!

Yeah, is that monkey suit like puke- proof?

Good one!

[SNORT & LAUGH]

No but it's stupid-brother-proof.

Anyways, it's not a monkey suit.

They're coveralls just like the astronauts wear.

Take a look at this, Angel.

Your Grandad and I found it in Utah back in .

Head for the hills, Billy.

The Rooskies have landed!

It's a meteorite.

You mean like a moon rock all the way from the moon?

That's my hunch.

Isn't she a beaut?

Can I take it to school Dad?

Dad: Long as you promise to be careful.

Cool!

That's neat!

It's from way out in outer space.

I can't let anybody hold it.

Not even your best friends?

Okay, you and Gina.

But definitely NOT Nanette Manure and her

Copycat Clone Club.

Hello John.

People standing with John.

Hey Nanette.

Wanna see Angela's rock?

A rock? How exciting.

Is it one of the ones from her head?

[laughing]

[coughs]

At least I have some.

I think what Angela is saying is that is an authentic meteorite.

Angela's dad found it. In Utah.

Yeah, and it comes from the moon even more than you

do NOT come from France, Nanette Manoir.

The only thing that's from the Moon is your monkey outfit,

Angela Anaconda.

Who cares what you say, Ninnie-Wart Manoir

who thinks she knows everything.

I'm taking my space rock to the Space Museum

and I'll prove that it's real from the Moon.

Thank you, oh great one.

You have returned the missing Moon Rock.

[cheering] Angela! Angela!

Angela?

Angela! Are you planning on joining us,

Miss Anaconda or did your engraved invitation

get lost in the mail?

Attention class!

Once in the museum there will be no yelling,

no running, no whispering, no chewing of gum,

no flash photography, no eating,

no dumping of hazardous waste.

How about no snotty snot-noses dressed in

aluminum foil?

[GIGGLES]

Okay then let's find our buddies and file in,

in an orderly fashion.

OW!

OW!!

I can't wait to find out how valuable your precious

paperweight is, Angela Anaconda.

I can't wait till you wear your Spiffy-Pop hat in a

giant microwave, Ninnie Poo.

Welcome children.

I am MIZZ Yamagachi, your guide.

Okay, we start.

This solar system, any questions?

When do we get to meet Astronaut Bob?

Later. Okay we move now.

Move, move, move, move, move,

move, move, move, move, move, move, move.

Stop moving - NOW!

This powerful telescope.

Any questions?

Can we see the rings around Uranus?

Good question.

Rings, imperceptible to naked eye.

Okay we move now. Move, move, move.

Hey look, Gina Lash!

An astronaut!

Why don't you show him your rock?

Excuse me, sir, but will you look at my Moon Rock

and tell me if it's really a rock from the moon?

Hmmmm.. sure looks like one to me.

I knew it!

Did you hear that?

An expert astronaut just told me my moon rock was real.

I'm sorry to tell you this, Angela Anaconda,

but I'm afraid the only thing your astronaut is

expert at is scrubbing floors!

I do windows pretty good too, missy.

Ohhhh.

Move, move, move, move, move, move.

Stop moving!

Now you meet smallest astronaut.

Say hello to- Bucky!

Eeiiuu!

Vermin!! Get them away from me!

Aw, they won't bother you, Nanette.

We got tons of them at the pizza parlour.

As crucial part of space pioneer program,

we send thousands of rats into orbit.

Why Bucky here has even been to the Moon!

Excuse me, Mrs. rat guide lady,

but if that rat went to the moon, does that mean...?

Not time for question yet.

Shift over. Okay you on your own.

AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!

[kids screaming]

Well howdy there, kids.

Say, what do you think of our lunar landscape?

It's Astronaut Bob, the Astronaut!!

Mmmmm!

I remember when I was on the moon I couldn't get over how

many rocks there were.

I also couldn't get over how much I missed

my favorite cereal - ASTRO-NUTTIES!

Light enough for any atmosphere.

Astronaut Bob!

Astronaut Bob!

Ah!

You scuffed my shoes!

You made me lose my rock!

[alarm]

I think you've lost your marbles,

and I have lost my patience!!

Miss Anaconda, you may proceed directly to the bus.

But I-oww.

Where I suggest you reflect on the importance of good

behavior, no matter what planet you're on.

But, but my moon rock!

No matter what planet YOU'RE on MISSES BRINKS!

Maybe it can be the same one as your precious

Ninnie-Poo. Oooo.

The anti-gravity chamber.

We-Heee!!!

Yee-Ha!

A large pie with everything on it.

And two Twang slushies just like the astronauts drink.

Your wish is my command, oh mighty ones.

[belch]

This is our kind of place, Gina Lash.

No gravity, no school, no Nanette.

Bet you never thought you would see me,

largest girl in the class, weightless.

Oh no!

It's Ninny-Poo and her fabulous role model parents

on their way home from their luxurious Martian vacation.

Move, move, move.

And then you will say, in your fake French accent:

Excusez-moi, Ms. Yamagachi, but it seems a meteorite has

just immobilized our luxury automobile.

What do you suggest?

No time for question yet! Shift over!

Okay - you on your own!

Oh no, Ninnie Poo!

Your car is stranded on the moon!

What are you going to do?

I'm afraid my pretentious family and I will have to

rely on your superior intelligence to get us out

of this life or death pickle,

Angela Anaconda, whom I've always wished to have a

closer friendship with.

You will tell me!

Your wish is my command, oh useless one.

Stand back, Foil-head.

Before your aluminum hat is annihilated by the moon's

radioactive ions!

But have no fear, my comrade and I will send you back

to Earth, escorted by the world's smallest astronauts,

who would love to come live at your house since you have

plenty of extra room.

EWWWW!!!! VERMIN!!!

You will scream like a jerk!

Drive safely!

And remember, space is not for space cadets and their

families, Ninnie-Poo!

Okay kids, now, now be careful in here.

One at a time.

With your gravity boots securely fastened. that's it.

Help!

My silver space beret!

[SHRIEK!]

Yowzer!

Ahhhhh!!!

Angela? Angela, can you..can you hear me?

Wha, wha.

where am I?

What happened?

That's what I'd like to know, Miss Anaconda.

Amnesia.

Yeah. And plus she can't remember nothing.

Somebody has some explaining to do.

Mrs. Brinks! Mrs. Brinks!

I can tell you what happened.

As the only witness to the horrible horrors that

occurred, I think you should know that as usual it was-

Well, before I forget.

My Moon Rock!

Ah.

Utah, .

That was quite a year.

♪[light piano music]