01x21 - Labor Pains // Cyrano D'Angela

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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.

Today is a rotten day on account of today I have to

ride home from school with my rotten brothers.

Can you turn down the radio?

NO.

Can you roll up the window?

NO.

Can you stop the car on account of I am getting car

sick and might throw up?

I thought you were gonna hurl!

Hey, - let's stop for Budgie Burgers!

Did someone say Budgie Burgers?

All of the sudden I am suddenly feeling better.

Here, Angela, ha! You get the kiddy meal.

I'm not a kiddy.

I'm way too old for those stupid -

Hey, it's Astronaut Bob!

I would fly through the skies for a budgie burger

and fries.

Five dollars?

Say, wha'd you fellas do, rob a bank or something?

Duh? Ever hear of allowance?

You mean mom and dad pay you each five dollars a week

each and every week?

No, the week they went to Acapulco,

we got ten dollars for taking care of you!

Yeah!

But my allowance is only a dollar twenty-five.

How can Mark and Derek each make a weekly allowance

of five dollars a week?

Your brothers do twice as much around the house, honey.

And they're twice as old as you.

And twice as stupid.

A dollar twenty-five?

Gosh, Angela, I have to admit,

your allowance is pretty low.

Why, how much do you guys get?

I earn a well-deserved five, but I believe the going rate

is at least two- fifty, overtime notwithstanding.

Yeah, I get two-fifty.

Or two slices of pizza.

I get three dollars a week, although I'm just as happy

to get paid in trinkets and baubles.

So everybody's allowances are higher than mine?

It's not fair.

Especially considering all the work you do.

Work?

You do do chores and stuff, don't you?

Do I?!

Ha, Every week I take out the garbage once a week.

And, um, I make sure it stays out?

Therein lies the problem and the solution, Angela.

If you do extra chores around the house,

your parents will have to pay you more.

What a smart plan, Gina Lash!

I may never be twice as old as my brothers,

but I bet I can do twice as much work!

Need some help, Dad?

Thanks, I think.

Good for another thousand miles.

Mmmm, pine fresh.

Thanks Angela.

Your cooking rocks, Angela.

Can we be excused now?

"Rock-n'-Wrestle Brain Smack" is going on.

After you clear the table and help with the dishes.

Allow me!

[YAWN]

You've been quite the helper around the house

this week, honey.

We think you deserve a little extra.

Here it comes!

Five smack-a-roonies!

Here's your allowance.

And an extra cents.

cents?!

And by golly, you've earned it!

But I did all that extra work!

Gosh Angel-Fish, we thought you were just being nice

because know it's your mother's birthday last week.

But, but, a one-time bonus only once is not enough.

Gina Lash gets five dollars a week!

I know it may not seem fair to you,

but we feel we're paying you a reasonable amount for your age.

Besides, Gina Lash is an only child.

Great, now I'm being punished on account of

Mark and Derek being born.

As if them being born isn't punishment enough.

You really should have negotiated

with your parents ahead of time.

Negotiated?

[SIGHS]

You've got so much to learn about labor relations.

Your situation isn't just about age discrimination, Angela.

It's about the exploitation of the under-class.

It's about fighting for what's right!

WOW.

Besides, if we allow your parents to underpay you,

it'll set a bad example for parents

throughout Tapwater Springs.

Yeah!

It's time for you to strike, Angela Anaconda!

Sounds like a plan that is a plan to me, Gina Lash!

Low pay, no way! Low pay, no way!

Why are we doing this again?

Who cares?

I get to follow Gina Lash all day.

Let's imagine that Mr. and Mrs. Anaconda are the

dictatorial bosses of a multi-national corporation

and Angela is their underpaid employee.

Going on strike is the most effective way to protest

and demand a higher wage.

So why are we doing this again?

Here come the dictatorial bosses now.

Hi, kids.

Well, what's going on here?

Normally I would be helping you unload the groceries,

Mom and Dad, but today I cannot

on account of I am striking.

With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Anaconda,

we're supporting Angela's stance that her current

allowance is unconscionably low.

We've explained our position, Angela,

and we feel it's fair.

But I guess you have a right to protest.

Besides, it looks like you kids are having fun.

Oh - and we picked up some donuts from Mapperson's.

I'll leave them on the table in case you rabble-rousers

want a snack break.

Ma-a-a-apperson's.

Don't give in, Gina Lash!

Gordy, help!

Okay, time to sing "Kumbaya!"

And one, two, three.

♪ Kumbaya, My Lord, Kumbaya. ♪

This strike doesn't seem to be working very well,

Gina Lash, on account of we're still striking.

Just be patient, Angela Anaconda.

Even small-scale revolutions take time.

The key to our strike is blocking anyone from doing

any chores in your house.

♪ Kumbaya, My Lord, Kumbaya. ♪

Hey! You're crossing the picket line!

Too bad.

We can't play Brain Smack on tall grass.

Scabs!!

How can I strike from doing my chores if my overpaid

brothers do my chores that I am not doing - for free?!

Don't worry, Angela.

We'll strike until justice is served!

[SNIFFS]

Or until lunch is served.

Gotta go!

♪ Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya... ♪

Need some help, Mr. Anaconda?

Thank you, Gordy!

Gordy, what are you doing?!

He's an old man, his back could snap.

Thank you, Gordy.

OOOOPH!

So much for solidarity.

Boy, you really learn who your friends are,

huh, Johnny Abatti?

Yeah, well, I gotta go.

I promised Nonna I'd help out at the pizza parlor. Seeya.

Come back, Johnny Abatti!

The strike's not over.

[GROANS]

♪ Kumbaya my lord Kumbaya. ♪

You too, Gina Lash?!

After you talked me into this crazy strike

in the first place?!

Well, from now on the only striking I will do

is striking it rich!

Then I will be the boss and everyone will work for me!

"Step on it!" I will say,

on account of my sibling chauffeurs must now

drive me anywhere I want to go.

And since you crossed my picket line,

I am sure you will not mind painting my picket fence.

That is, if you want to get paid.

Well, hello, my friends I will say.

Since you struck out on my strike,

you must have some extra time to do some extra chores.

Here are some water buckets full of soapy water,

so now I will wash my hands of everything while you must

wash everything and everybody.

And when justice is served, dinner will be served too!

"Bring me some fast food and make it fast!"

I will demand.

Mmm-mmm.

All this hard work sure has made me hungry!

Congratulations, my chore-loving chumps.

Since you have finally earned your earnings,

I suppose I will allow you your allowance!

And it won't cost me but a pretty penny!

Don't spend it all in one place!

It's worse than I thought!

Yup, looks like Gina's an even a bigger scab

than we are!

[LAUGH]

How could you go against me, Gina Lash?

How could I indeed, Angela Anaconda,

when I've spent the last two hours conducting intensive

labor negotiations on your behalf?

You have?!

What does that mean?

It means I got you a raise.

You did?!

Boy, how could I have ever doubted my best and smartest

friend, Gina Lash?

But you also have to take out the garbage

three times a week.

Well, at least I got a raise in my allowance.

And like they say, Angela, there's no such thing

as a free lunch.

And believe me, I oughta know.

Well there is today, Gina Lash.

Come on, lunch is on me!

It is now officially :, which is my official

favorite time of the day on account of it is lunchtime.

She doesn't love me, she loves me not.

She doesn't love me, she loves me not.

She doesn't love me, she loves me not.

Oh fair Gina, no one is keen-ah??

What is this?

They were my love songs about Gina Lash.

But now they are nothing.

Gordy? Are you crying?

Of - of course not.

I'm...I have s...something in my eye.

N-never mind me. I'll be alright.

Probably. [WHIMPER]

If you insist.

Have fun ripping your love songs to pieces!

Come on, Johnny Abatti.

You want to know what got in my eye?

Huh?

Well, well I'll tell you!

The sight of Gina Lash sitting in the lunchroom

madly in love with another boy, that's what!

Gina Lash? IN LOVE?

See?!

See?! See?!

[GRUNTING]

I can't bear to look anymore.

Just dump me in a great big hole in the sandbox

and fill it in with heavy logs!

Ahhh!

Hey! You smushed my salami on rye.

This is terrible.

I should have said something to Gina Lash

when I had the chance, but did I?

No!! Because I'm a chicken!

Bock-bock- ba-gock!

Actually Gordy, Gina likes chicken.

It's true!

Oh, if only I had been born a free range fryer!

[CROW]

[COUGHING]

But it's too late.

I have tossed away my love like so many coins into the

wishing well of shattered dreams.

Gordy Rhinehart, you are a sorry,

and completely hopeless, mess.

And seeing what a mess you are,

maybe I might, just this once,

be able to help you with some help.

Really?

I say you forget about her Gordy.

Uncle Nicky always says, you can't let a girl

push you around.

Nanette: Oh, John. These books are so heavy!

Oh, coming Nanette!

I can give you some ideas, Gordy Rhinehart,

but you're going to have to do the dirty work yourself.

Angela Anaconda, [SIGH] I can't thank you enough for -

When you say 'dirty work,' there won't be any

actual dirt involved, will there?

Okay, Gordy - We'll start with something everyone

likes - presents.

Only, Gina Lash is smarter than the two of us combined

so she won't be won over by any old, uh

[JOHNNY LAUGHING]

pair of socks.

She needs a gift of good taste,

or a gift that tastes good.

On account of Gina Lash's taste buds are definitely

her most highly sensitive sense.

"Sweets to the sweetest - Gina Lash,

you are the neatest!

Uh, Signed, a person who admires you from afar -

but not that afar."

Here you go Gina.

Triple fudge ice-cream delight with macadamia nuts?

I can't wait to make it! Thanks, Jimmy Jamal!

Okay Gordy, it's time to take on

your rival mano a mano.

Look! I made a duck!

Who knew you can have so much fun with an old sock?

You know, man against man and may the best man win.

I thought Gordy was supposed to win.

He will!

I'll get Jimmy Jamal to play you at some sport when

Gina's near by.

She'll be so impressed when you beat him that she'll

dump Jimmy like a ton of bricks that weigh a ton.

We need something that requires no muscle

structure, no speed, zero coordination,

and even less strength.

Math?

No. Tetherball.

Oof!

Ow!

C'mon Gina.

I still don't get why you don't just go up and talk to her.

Johnny Abatti! Give Gordy a break.

He's a broken man.

If he tries to talk to her now, it'll be a disaster.

Besides, if anybody talks to Gina Lash it should be me.

I can just tell her to dump Jimmy Jamal for poor,

pathetic, sad, weak Gordy Rhinehart

and seeing as I am her best friend, she'll do it.

Right?

Could somebody please call the school nurse?

What have you got today, Jimmy?

My mom's special chicken with dumplings

and homemade applesauce.

How 'bout you?

Three-cheese lasagna with garlic bread

and stuffed olives!

Ready? One, two, three - share!

This isn't love at first sight - it's pals at first snack.

Good news, Gordy Rhinehart!

Gina's not in love with Jimmy Jamal!

What?

Hey! That's two lunches you owe me now!

They're just eating!

That's it.

They only have lunch together so they can trade food!

You don't have to be a chicken anymore Gordy!

All you got to do is go up and talk to her.

[GRUNTS]

Um - well - [NERVOUS LAUGH]

ahem - um - G - Gi - Gina - I -I Um - well - Gina L -

La-Lash! I adore you!

I have adored you for many days, perhaps eons.

My fate is written up in the stars in the shape of your

fair personage - pretty much like "connect the dots".

I will love you forever and always,

perhaps even all the way through grade school.

I'm sorry Gordy Rhinehart, but I'm already in a committed,

permanent relationship with Jimmy Jamal.

But - But, Angela Anaconda said

you were merely trading foodstuffs!

And if that ain't love, it'll just have to do.

But, but, but why Jimmy Jamal's lunch and not mine?

Jimmy brings a lot more to the table.

His mother is an absolute genius of the school lunch.

I have decided I want to be her when I grow up.

Well, you tried.

Nobody can say you didn't try, Gordy Rhinehart.

My life is meaningless!

Forever and from now on!

This is all your fault, Angela Anaconda!

I embarrassed myself in front of Gina Lash and now

I'll never be able to show my face again

in this, or any other life!

Gee, Angela, I'm sure glad I'm not the one who ruined

Gordy Rhinehart's life.

You must feel awful.

Hey, wanna go get some jiggly fruit?

Johnny's right.

I ruined Gordy's life and it's all my fault.

I never should've stuck my big, fat nose in.

On account of now Gordy Rhinehart will never,

ever, not even once, find love.

"But, Gordy," I will say, "look on the bright side!

At least you know what it's like to have loved and lost!"

You can share your lovelorn love songs with the world.

♪ "My heart was put in the blender and mashed ♪

♪ by the splendor that was Gina Lash ♪

Who cares that your career as a country western singer

didn't pan out!

You just need to spend some time by yourself,

to clear your head.

Hey, look at the bright side.

At least you'll get a nice sun tan!

Okay, so maybe the desert won't work out so well.

But you still can't waste your life away pinning

for Gina Lash. I know!

Maybe you're just not the marrying type!

Forgive me, Gordy Rhinehart but it looks like you will

spend the rest of your days as a monk on account of my

stupid advice has sent you into permanent monkhood -

never to be heard from again.

NO!

I've got to help Gordy before he does something

drastic AND becomes a monk.

C'mon, we've got to find him!

Gordy?

Gordy Rhinehart?

Are you in here?

Gordy?

Gordy! Hey!

I'm sorry if I ruined your life before and all,

but now I'm here to cheer you up!

So, uh, cheer up!

Don't bother. It's no use.

No, no, no wait, don't go.

Uh...

Hi! I'm Quackers and I'm here to make you smile!

Angela Anaconda, why do you have an old sock

on your hand?

Gina Lash?

What are you doing here?

I thought you were sharing gourmet lunch

with Jimmy Jamal.

That's all over.

Finito.

I found out he doesn't like dessert!

Can you believe it?

He won't even touch a chocolate chip cookie!

How could I have been so blind?

Hey, Gordy Rhinehart, don't you have four days worth of

desserts stashed away in your locker -

untouched by human mouths?

Well, um... Yes!

Four days of desserts?!

Why are we wasting our time standing around here

flopping our gums?

Hunh?

His name is Sir Ducksworthy.

So, Gordy Rhinehart, all's well that ends with dessert, right?

Heh! Next time you need advice on your love life,

I guess you know who you should talk to.

Yep. Johnny Abatti.

He's got a point.

♪♪