02x46 - You're Kiln Me/Better Lake Than Never

[bunniefuu]

for my dear,
sweet grandchildren.

Ooh, Granny,
how about that
over there!

[EXCLAIMING]
Oh, a pottery store!

Excellent idea.
Let's take a look.

Ommm... Hello, and welcome
to Dye Another Clay.

Where you can paint
your own beautifully

hand-crafted pots and bowls
with dozens of
dazzling colors.

Oh, my, pots and bowls!

Why, Tweety, this place has
what every child wants,

pots and bowls.

I'll buy the whole wad.

[CASH REGISTER DINGS]

Sorry, this place
is strictly cash only.

The government watches
our every move, lady.

Well, then,
I'll have to go to the
ATM.

Tweety, be a good bird and
stay here and have some fun.

Okay, Granny, I think
I'll paint a little
creation.

I tawt I taw
a puddy tat.

I did, I did
taw a puddy tat!

Looks like Puddy
vase
needs some color.

Pretty as a picture.

I'll give you pretty!

Hey, bro, let me show you
how to throw some clay.

First, dig in there and
let that clay slide
between your fingers.

Then we squeeze the pedal
and get that wheel turning.

And then you just sit back
and relax.

That's right, relax.

♪ To feel your touch

♪ So deep

-♪ So much ♪
-[TIMER DINGS]

Oh, looks like
my piggy bank's done.

I think you got this, brah.

[GRUNTING]

Turns out I'm not so bad
at this after all.

Mr. President.

So, that's how it's
gonna be, huh?

All right, my piggy's done.

And so is my Kimchi burrito.

Where did that bird go?

Yoo-hoo.
[WHISTLING]

I'm over here, Mr. Puddy.

Now I got you.

[WHISTLING]

I'm trapped inside this thing!

Oh, good, someone's
coming. Help!

Help!
Get me out of
here.

Huh? What's that, little
kiln?
You want me to turn you on?

Okay, here you go,
little buddy.

[SCREAMING]

Nice.

Someone's fart stinks.

[expl*si*n]

Just a couple of splashes
of color

and my bird bath
is complete.

Time for me to get that bird,

serpent style.

Ooh, I tawt I taw
a sneaky snake.

What's a poor, defenseless
birdie to do?

[SNAKE CHARMING MUSIC PLAYING]

This was a mistake.

[SNIGGERING]

I could play this all day.

That's what you get
for breaking the fourth
wall.

Oops, missed me!
Too slow.

Oh, so close.

Wow.
You've got really bad
aim.

I didn't even move.

Now, Puddy,

if you're gonna break
everything, you're gonna
need to make replacements.

Here, start sculpting.

Clay!

Is that all you got?

Don't worry,
there's plenty
in here.

That's it.
I'm getting you,
bird.

Ain't nothing
gonna stop me.

Like I said,
ain't nothing
gonna stop...

Ain't nothing
gonna stop...

-[TWEETY WHISTLING]
- Ain't nothing gonna stop
me.

I think one more glaze
on piggy should...
[GASPS]

My store!

What happened to all
my little creations?

Tweety, I'm...
Oh, my goodness!

What happened here?

You should be ashamed.
Such a filthy store,

it's dangerous. My poor
little Tweety could have
been hurt.

It's okay, Granny.
Except for a few
ruffled feathers.

Maybe we could stop for
ice cream on the way home.

Why, of course, my dear.

Anything for my innocent
little birdie.

But first,
look what I made.

Why, Tweety, this bird bath
would be a perfect present.

Here you go, sonny,
that should cover it.

Come along, Tweety pie.

And here's a little
somethin' for you.

Bummer.

Ah! I love coming
to the lake house
in Cleveland.

So calm, so quiet.

The perfect place to write my
great American novel.

All right, nature,
inspire me.

Woo-hoo! Spring break!

I made it
to the lake house.

Now, I'm ready to party
the whole weekend away.

Heads up.

Hey!

Well, I said, "Heads up."

Get out of here,
you crazy duck.

This is my lake cabin.

Your cabin?
Sir, I will have you
know

my cabin is right here.

Cabin 1B.

Oh.

Look, I don't need
to be rude but...

I need peace and quiet

while I write my
great American novel.

Oh, goodness,
you're a writer?

How did you afford this place?
[LAUGHS DERISIVELY]

I kid. I've got nothing but
respect for the written word.

I shall leave you
in peace to better hear
your muse.

Thank you.

I will not disturb you
in the slightest.

No, sir.
I will not exhale
heavily

lest my sighs and exhales
disturb your reverie.

Wait.

Not even a pin drop.

Just you and the calming trees
and lake breeze.

[SIGHING IN RELIEF]
Finally...

Complete uninterrupted silence
to communicate with
the universe.

Will you get out of here?

Now, where was I?
Oh, that's right.

Chapter 1...

[DIRT BIKE TURNING OVER]

Good gracious.

Mr. Duck,
what's all the
racket?

Trying to start my dirt bike
so I can race it around
my house.

- Get that thing out of my...
-[ENGINE REVVING]

Look out, coming through!
Gain way.

Listen, bud,
I appreciate the
company

but I thought
you had a "novel" to
write.

Writers!

That duck's racing
is driving me crazy.

Fortunately, the beach
is far enough away

so I won't be disturbed.

Howdy, neighbor.
Fancy seeing you here.

Hey, is that a campfire?
Where are the s'mores?

- Actually, I was...
- Too lazy to cook, huh?

Not a problem.
I brought everything we
need.

Hey, that's my beach chair!

And my umbrella,
and my ukulele.

You really should
lock your doors.

♪ Oh, making s'mores
is lots of fun

♪ Making s'mores
is loots of fun

♪ Making s'mores
is lots of fun

♪ My marshmallow
fell in the fire ♪

My marshmallow
fell in the fire!

We gotta get it out!
Oh, it's still good!

[SHRIEKING]

What're you doing, duck?
Mr. Duck, stop it.

- Gimme that!
- No, not my...

What else can we use?

Wait a minute. We had
a whole bag of marshmallows
right here.

Boy, I really overreacted.

S'more? [SIGHING]
This is the life.

I hate to ruin a moment,

but don't jet skis
run on gas?

This one's done.

I'm going to finish this
novel
even if it kills me.

- Chapter one.

What're you doing?

I thought I'd give this
writing thing a shot.

All right, just keep it
to yourself.

It was a calm and
peaceful morning.

Are you copying me?

What?
Don't flatter yourself,
Bub.

Every good story starts
with,
"It was a calm and
peaceful morning."

This is standard stuff.

Whatever.

It was so quiet.

- You could hear the sound...
- You could hear the sound.

BOTH: Of the clouds
floating overhead
in Polynesian skies.

You're copying me.

You are copying me.

BOTH: Stop it,
this instant.

BOTH: I mean it.

BOTH: Ooh, so you
wanna play that game, huh?

BOTH: I'm a big-mouthed
screwy duck whose
really over-dramatic.

And I have flat feet and
ugly feathers.

- And my beak is weird and...
-[DAFFY GASPS]

- What?
- You're right.
My beak is weird.

My beak is weird!

[SOBBING HARD]

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Duck.

I didn't mean
to hurt your
feelings.

It was just words.

Well, words hurt, buddy.

- But not as much
as typewriters.
-[SHRIEKING]

That nutty duck!

I need to work
without any
disturbance.

I can see you.

I still see you.

[WHISPERING]
I still see you.

All right,
that ought to do it.

I'm gonna finish this novel
and nothing's gonna stop me.

Okay.

Great American novel.

Starts with a good cup
of Joe.

I did it, I finished
the great American
novel.

DAFFY: Do you mind?

We're in the middle
of my book reading

of The Ducks of Wrath.

It's my best-selling
great American novel.

You wrote the
great American novel?

I guess I beat you to it.

Chapter 1...
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Chapter 2...
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

MAN 1: So insightful.

WOMAN 1: It's so inspired.

Ahaaaa...
[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]