02x49 - Men in Quack/Littlechin and the Wood Fairy

[bunniefuu]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[STAMMERING]
Come here, Fuzzball.
Come take your medicine.

-[PORKY SCREAMING]
-[FUZZBALL SCREECHING]

[GROANS]

-[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Huh!

Coming.

Beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep.

- Beep, beep, beep, beep.
-[GASPING]

False alarm. Just a pig
in a tiny sports coat.

- Who are you?
- Daffy Duck.

Martian Investigations.

I've been tracking a Martian
for several months

and have reason to believe
he is in the vicinity.

[STAMMERING] Martians?
Are you crazy?

Of course I'm not crazy.

Would a crazy person
be wearing this tin-foil hat

to block out electromagnetic
radio waves?

Look, Mr. Duck,
there are no Martians here.

It's just me and my cat.
Meet Fuzzball.

Well, this is
a Martian detector.

It beeps whenever there's
a Martian around.

Your cat could be
a Martian in disguise.

- Beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep.
-[SCREECHING]

Stop it! He's just a cat.

Just get out of here, would you?

Fine! But if you see a
Martian,
you know where to find me.

I have no idea
where to find you.

I live in that station wagon
stuffed with trash
across the street.

The neighbor has been
trying to get that car
removed for weeks.

Eminent domain, pal.

He is a crazy duck.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- I said--
- Hello there,
inferior life form.

I just moved in next door
and was wondering

if I could borrow
a cup of sugar.

Oh, of course.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

What a nice fella.
He must be making a pie.

- Or having a picnic or...
-[RUMBLING]

[RUMBLING CONTINUES]

[GASPS] Or using it to fuel

[STAMMERING]
the giant Martian b*mb.

[SCREAMING] Mr. Duck!
You were right!

Hush! My stories are on.

Ronaldo was tricked into
dating his twin sister.

There's a Martian
living next door

and he is trying to
blow up the world.

Ronaldo can wait.

First off, you're gonna
need a tin-foil hat.

Secondly, we're gonna need
the most hi-tech Martian weapon
known to man.

-[PORKY GRUNTS]
- Feast your eyes on this.

Hey! That's my satellite dish.

"Satellite dish?"

This is an Alien Communicator.

If you have one of these,
you're in cahoots with
aliens.

But everyone around here
has one of these.

Oh, no! The Martians
are taking over.

We have to hurry.

Okay, I've set up a picnic
to lure up the Martian.

Now, when I say the words,
"Potato salad,"

you drop the alien
communicator
on his head.

- Got it.
- That Martian will be
flatter than a pancake

in a rolling pin factory.
Whoo-hoo!

[CLANGING]

Hello there, neighbor.

I'm chairman on the neighborhood
welcoming committee,

here to welcome you
to the neighborhood.

Sorry, but I am very busy
at this time.

Oh, come on now.
We're having a picnic
in your honor.

A picnic? Let's go.

I've got everything a
Mart...
A man can eat.

Hamburgers, hot dogs.

- Potato salad!
-[CLANGS]

Oh, goody goody.

I could survive the rest
of my life on potato salad.

- I could have potato salad
for breakfast,
-[CLANGS]

- potato salad
for lunch,
-[CLANGS]

- and potato salad for dinner.
-[CLANGS]

Oh, look at me.

- I'm eating potato salad
-[CLANGS]

- and saying potato salad.
-[CLANGS]

Did I get him?

[GROANING]
I feel like a potato salad.

Greetings, Martian brother,
I am Quirk.

And I am Quirk too.

You're Quirk II or Quirk also?

Yes.

We are aliens from
the planet Jupiter

and we were wondering
if you could help us
fix our flying saucer.

Of course. Where is it?

I thought you'd never ask.

So if you're from Jupiter,
you must know Menular.

Oh. Yeah, we know Menular.
He is a great guy.

Guy? Menular is a woman.

Oh, that Menular,
what a sweet little lady.

Little? She's 30-feet tall.

Look, let's just talk
about the spacecraft.

This isn't a spaceship.

It's a station wagon
filled with trash.

And now, it's filled
with aliens.

What are you doing?

Saving the world
from a Martian b*mb.

b*mb? What b*mb

The b*mb you have
in your backyard.

Let's go, Porky.

Hmm. Diffusing this b*mb
is going to require

the skill and precision
of a surgeon.

[GRUNTS]

This is it!
The end of the world!

We're finished, we're--

Cream corn?

It seems to be raining food.

I was trying to tell you.

I wasn't coming
to destroy the world,

I was coming here
to end world hunger.

Nice try.

But this cream corn's
too much cream
and not enough corn.

Oh, you've ruined everything!

I thought you Earthlings
were worth saving

but you have shown me that
you're all just a bunch
of paranoid loonies!

Come on, Fuzzball, lets go.

[PORKY GRUNTS]

[COUGHS]

I knew there was something
weird about that cat.

[STAMMERING]
Well, that would explain
why his litter box

was filled with asteroids.

[TAZ GROWLING]

Why is this thing chasing me?

"Tasmanian Devil"?

Well, what do you know.

[GROWLING CONTINUES]

[SNIFFLING]

[SNEEZING]

Who knew Tasmanian Devils
were allergic to mint?

[EXCLAIMS] 'Tis I,
Sir Littlechin,

and I have finally caught
the wood fairy of the
forest.

The rest of the knights
at the Square Table
will be tots jealous.

Hey, doc, I'm not a wood
fairy,
I'm just a rabbit.

Drat, I was hoping
to catch a wood fairy,

they're extremely rare.

Though I must admit
I've never seen one.

Sorry, doc, I'm just
a common everyday rabbit.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm getting hungry for lunch

and, oh, I suppose
I'll eat you instead.

Well, this took quite a turn.

I do apologize

but if I have to find
the wood fairy,
I have to keep my strength up.

Well, wait. If you eat me
I can't tell you
how to find the wood fairy.

You know where
to find a wood fairy?

Of course, I do.
It's right over there.

[BURPS]

[GRUNTING]

Mmm, that wood fairy
is positively grotesque.

The wood fairies aren't
known for their table manners.

I shall capture this wood
fairy
and teach it some etiquette.

[GRUNTING]

Aha, got you.

-[GROWLING]
-[LITTLECHIN GROANING]

Littlechin has the little spins.

Ooh, enough!

If you won't come easily,
then taste my steel.

[GROWLS]

Egad, I didn't mean literally.

- Why you--
-[GROWLS]

[TAZ GROWLS]

[BURPS]

It would appear
that I'm out of weapons.

I bid you good day.

-[GROWLING]
-[LITTLECHIN YELPING]

[GROANING]

Turns out wood fairies
are very aggressive.

Look, doc, if you want to get
a wood fairy, you can't just
attack it directly.

You got to be sneaky.
Come with me.

[LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC PLAYING]

So that's how you
do the mating dance
of the wood fairy.

I get the dance

but how is wearing
this dress supposed
to help me catch it?

I told you, doc, you can't
perform a mating dance
without a dress.

But it makes me look fat.

Wood fairies don't judge.

Now, once the wood fairy
is distracted,

you knock it over the head
with this club.

I got it.

Here he comes now. Good luck.

[GROWLING]

- LITTLECHIN: Yoo-hoo.
- Who was that?

Prepare to be entranced.

[CONTINUES GROWLING]

[LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROWLS EXCITEDLY]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Look at that.
He tore right through
your armor.

We need to get you
a wood fairyproof suit.

Where would I get such a thing?

I just happen
to have one right here.

[GRUNTS]

It fits perfectly.

Now all we have to do
is run a couple of tests
to make sure it works.

What kind-- [SCREAMS]

First, the log test,

then the flame test.

[SCREAMING]

And, finally,
the cheese fondue test.

[GRUNTING]

Wood fairies love
communal eating.

Now let's see
how it does in the field.

I'm coming for you, wood fairy.

[GROWLS]

Ready, h*!

-[GROWLING]
-[LITTLECHIN YELPING]

Leave me alone, wood fairy.

I want nothing more
to do with you.

[GROWLS] Wood fairy?

"Tasmanian Devil"?

But that rabbit told me
you were a wood fairy.

[GROWLING]

[NERVOUSLY] Hello.

[TAZ GROWLING]

Nighty night, rabbit.

[GASPS]

Could it be?

Yes, the mystical wood fairy.

At last, she's mine.

A man!

Um, actually, I think
there's
been a slight mistake.

Ooh, love don't make
mistake, sugar.

No, pucker up,
you big hunky man!

[LITTTLECHIN WHIMPERS]

Ooh, I love 'em when they run.
[CHUCKLING]

[LITTLECHIN SCREAMING]

[GROWLS]

[LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROWLS EXCITEDLY]

If you wanna catch
a Tasmanian Devil,

remember to, "castanet."

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]