02x04 - A Little Souped Coup-y/Rain Rain Go Away/Beach Blanket Gizmo

[bunniefuu]

[RATTLING]

SINGER: Way up high
In the Rolie Polie sky

Is a little round planet
Of a really nice guy

[UP-TEMPO b*at]

SINGER: He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

-Howdy
-Howdy

-Hooray
-Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

-Howdy
-Howdy

-Hooray
-Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid

The swellest kid around

Whee!

[MOM SIGHING]

What's all the sighing, Sweetums?

MOM: It's just everything I own is seeming

a tad... Well... Ordinary.

Want to put a little pizzazz
in your pistons for the Polie parade, huh?

It is a once-a-year event.

Everyone's going to have
something a little special.

Yup. I expect there'll be
a little razzle-dazzle.

[LAUGHING]

ZOWIE: Spot!

[SNIFFS, BARKS]

ZOWIE: Here, Spot!

Spot!

Spot?

[GIGGLES]

[BARKS]

Make pretty for parade.

[BARKS]

Hmm. Looking good.

[MERRY TUNE PLAYING]

All right! Uncle Gizmo's here.

Hiya, Uncle Gizmo!

Boy, your bike is sure looking neat-o.

Thank you, Olie.

Let's give her a listen.

Here, pull my finger.

[HORNS PLAYING TUNE]

Wow, that's the sup-duper-est
tooter I ever heard.

How'd you do that?

There's a few secrets your Uncle Giz
keeps up the antenna, Olie.

Toot, toot!
Toot, toot!

Gee whiz, Giz.

You've always got
the newfangledest ride.

Well, hey, life's a parade.

Might as well have

the ring-dingest
ride around.

Well, hey, now.

You've got
old Coupey.

Yep.

Good old Coupey.

She may not be flashy
or newfangled or nifty

keen or neat-o

but she suits us
just fine.

I bet good old Coupey

would like a snazzy horn
to play at the parade.

[TOOTING]

MOM:
Well, I'll be.

Looks like Coupey would like
some pizzazz in her pistons.

Good as done.

You cats finish
putting on the dog.

I'll wire Coupey a super tooter quicker
than you can say be-bah-da-loo-bah.

Can you give me a hand, pit boss?

Darn tootin',
Uncle Gizmo.

[TOOTING]

You think Coupey
will be all right?

You know, Giz can go overboard.

It's just a horn.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Have you seen my suspenders?

[BARKS]

Time for costume, Spot.

[WHIMPERS]

All right, pit boss.

Time to notch on the noiserator.

Oh.

Noiserator notched on.

Now we attach the rooter-rotor
tooter-hooter honker horn.

Rooter Reta ringer reta...

What you said.

[GRUNTING]

GIZMO: That's rooter-rotor
tooter-hooter honk a horn, boy.

What now, Uncle Gizmo?

Now... let her blow.

[HORN PLAYS MUSIC]

Oh, isn't that nice?

Ah, yeah.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

That's a super-duper
super tooter, Uncle Gizmo.

A real heavenly horn.

You hep?

I'm hep.

While we're at it, what do you say
we get Coupey in super-duper shape

and just slap on
a new manifold, huh?

Huh?

Ooh!

[GARGLING]

A new air scoop,
some headers...

Are you sure this is okay,
Uncle Gizmo?

GIZMO: Well, just you wait.

We'll make Coupey the soup-couperest
soup coupe ever.

She'll be the pride
of the parade.

GIZMO: Olie and I fixed her
up for the parade.

What do you think?

Well, now...

I, uh...

Doesn't look like
good old Coupey.

Well, 'cause this is the new
improved old Coupey.

While on this ride, you'll be the great
grandest poo-bah of the parade.

The Adonis of the asphalt.

The heppest hip cat
on the highway.

Why don't you take her
for a spin?

Gee Whirlikers.

Oh, my.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

-Oh!
-[TIRES SCREECHING]

Sorry about that.

[NERVOUS LAUGH]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

So, what you think, uh...

I might have put a bit too much punch
in the launcherator, huh?

Well, it's, uh...

Uh, not exactly the...

What we expected, Giz.

So?

Well...

[CHUCKLING]

Um...

Well, I'm sure you'll get used
to the new Coupey in time.

Speaking of, it's just about
time to join the parade.

I'll grab the picnic basket.

Ooh! One second.
I want to change my shoes.

[CHUCKLING]

I don't get it.

I thought they'd like
a little soup coupe.

Seems like maybe the new
Coupey's more right for someone

with a little more flash.

Like you, Uncle Gizmo.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I fixed Coupey up for me, not them.

I know what'll make everybody happy.

We changed the oil, cleaned the plugs

and put air in the tires.

And one other thing.

[HORN PLAYING MUSIC]

Ooh, that is nice.

Just right.

Well, what are we waiting for?

It's parade day in Polieville.

[ENGINE STARTING]

Where's Zowie?

[HUMMING HAPPILY]

[LAUGHING]

Oh, my.

It looks like someone really did
put on the dog.

That's some souped pooch.

Soupy Spot.

Soupy Spot.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

ANNOUNCER: There's been rain,
rain and more rain.

Two whole days of the wet stuff
has kept everyone inside

but there's good news.

The sun should be out sometime soon.

Until then,

the forecast is rain, rain and more rain.

Cheer up, Telly.

Mr. Sunny will be out soon enough.

I wish this rain would stop.

I've tightened every loose bolt
in the house... Twice.

[SIGHS]

I mini-putted every
hole in the house.

Every single one?

Hmm.

Another hole in one.

MOM: It looks like Zowie's

colored everything she can.

Color, color, color.

[SIGHS]

Well, I've vacuumed the entire house.

Even the ceilings?

And inside the pipes.

It seems we've been inside forever.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Gee whiz.

I wish the rain would go away.

Hmm... Well...

Looks like we're going to have
to do a... A sun dance!

To... To... To cheer up
all you gloomy guses.

A sun dance, Pappy?

Yeah, uh, sure, uh...

Well, you see, since rain dances
make it rain

you need to do a sun dance
to make it sunny.

Dance, dance, dance!

Will a sun dance really work?

[LAUGHS]

You better believe it.

Let's give it a whirl.

And a twirl.

Me first!

Hit it, Vicky!

[NEEDLE SCRATCHING]

[BALLET MUSIC PLAYS]

PAPPY: Whoo! That is some fancy footwork.

Way to go, Zow.

[ALL CHEERING]

[GIGGLING]

Sun dance work?

Sun, sun, sun?

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Rain, rain, rain.

[ALL SIGHING]

Well... All right, who's next?

We need more dancing.

[WHISTLING]

Hmm.

I may have two left gears

but I'll get old Mr. Sunny to come out.

May I have this dance?

[NEEDLE SCRATCHING]

Oh!

[TANGO MUSIC PLAYING]

Ooh-wee!

Look at them cut a rug.

Whoa!

Wow!

[LAUGHING]

Your mom's quite the high stepper.

That had to do the trick.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Jeepers.

Whew. If that dance
didn't bring out Mr. Sunny

I don't know what will.

Well, guess that old sun
just wants something else.

Okay, Olie, let's see what you got.

Um, I don't want to ruin the sun dance.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, the only way
you can ruin a sun dance

is if you don't dance.

But I don't know what to do.

Oh, it's easy.

Just follow your feet.

[WHIRRING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You can do it, Olie.

I'm going to try.

Whoo!

Now, Olie's really getting rolling.

Whoa.

Spin, spin, spin.

Whoo-oo.

Yahoo!

Ta-da!

[WHISTLING AND CHEERING]

Oh, still raining.

[ALL SIGHS]

I'm not giving up.

There's a whole lot more dancing
left in these feet.

Come on, everybody.

It's limbo time!

[WHIRRING]

[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYS]

How low can you go?

-That was a tight squeeze.
-Your turn, Olie.

You did it.

Me limbo, me limbo.

Way to go, Zow.

[BARKS]

Okeydokey, Spot. Your turn.

[BARKS]

[ALL LAUGHS]

That's one way to get by.

Hooray! We did it!

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Oh, no. Clouds again.

I give up.

PAPPY: Well, then, there's
just one thing left to do.

Yep.

I reckon it's time
for Pappy's happy feet

to do a little talkin'
to Mr. Sunny.

Pappy tappy happy.

Pappy's feet

are out of control.

PAPPY:
You folks

ain't seen nothing yet.

Whoo! Go, feet, go!

Wow!

[PEPPY JAZZ TUNE PLAYING]

Faster, faster.

ZOWIE:
Mr. Sunny.

Mom, Mr. Sunny's almost out.

PAPPY: Hop to it, everybody.
Show him what you got.

Golly, not a cloud in the sky.

You were right, Pappy.

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, you betcha.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Do-ba-do-ba-do

Howdy there, sunny

We're kinda funny

Here we go.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Really funny

Howdy, howdy, howdy.

Howdy, Mr. Sunny.

ALL:
Howdy, Mr. Sunny.

MAN: And for the weekend

it looks like it's going
to be a good one.

Sun, sun and more sun.

Howdy, Billy.

Hey, Olie.

You think you can come
to the beach with us?

Go beach?

No beach. Mom says there's
too much to do around here

and Uncle Gizmo's coming over.

Oh, well, next time.

[HORN HONKING]

See ya later.

Have fun, Billy.

Okay.

See ya.

No sandcastle, Olie?

[SIGHING]

No sandcastle, no surfing, no beach.

No fun, Olie?

No fun, Zowie.

[WHINES]

-[SIGHING]
-[SIGHING]

Alley, alley, hey!

[TIRE SCREECHING]

It's an Uncle Gizmo day!

What do you say?

Whoa, ho, ho, ho!

Get back here, you.

Hey, hey!

Whoa!

Yeah!

Whee! Ha!

[CLATTERING]

Hmm.

You hep cats want
to tell Giz how come

your smiles are
wrong side down?

Well, Billy's going
to the beach for the day

but we have to stay here.

Oh, the beach, huh?

Yeah.

He's going to surf
and build sandcastles

and have a beach party.

Did you say beach party?

Well, wiki-wiki-woki
and a cowabunga, too.

I'm the beach party king,
yes, sirree, yes, sirroo.

I've done the pony and the jerk.

Huh?

Well, I've hung ten
with the great Gearhuna.

If it's beach parties you're digging

let's catch a wave, Dave.
Kick up the sand, man.

Let's hit the surf, Murf.

Huh?

Let's go to the beach, boinky brains.

Cowabunga!

Bunga! Bunga! Bunga!

All right, bots, just follow the Giz.

He's where the action is.

Everybody, do the pony.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What are we doing
back here, Uncle Gizmo?

Don't you want
to have a beach party?

But there's no beach,
no sandcastles, no surf.

Well, that's what you landlubbers think.

As they say on the island of Agearhoo,

"A-waka-waka giz-a-honi."

Meaning, "Follow the Giz,
he's where the action is."

-Oh.
-Oh.

Surf's up!

Cowabunga!

Golly whirlikers!

Wow.

The great Gizmuna hangs five.

No, hangs ten.

Hangs 15.

Whoa!

Wha-how!

OLIE: Can I try, Uncle Gizmo?

GIZMO: Careful, buddy.

It's totally gnarly out there.

Here it goes.

Cowabunga!

[LAUGHING]

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Whee!

Bunga, cowa!

Now, this

is a beach party, you dig?

Dig, dig, dig.

[CHUCKLES] You pulleys
are a couple of hot tamales.

You really are.

Me hot.

Last one in
is a later-gator.

Wait for your Uncle Giz.

[SPLASHING]

That's enough hot-dogging out of you.

Back to the shallow end, now.

[LAUGHING]

[WHINES]

Whoa, Zow.

Gee whiz, Giz.

That's some muscle-butt demonstration.

Hop on.

I think... Whoa!

[LAUGHING]

Uncle Gizmo must be

the strongest robot
in the whole universe.

Does he still have a butt?

Wipe out!

Just follow the Giz.

He where the action is.

[LAUGHING]

[TRUMPETING]

Huh? Is it time to go in?

No way, Jose.

It's luau time, so come along, come along.

A luau?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

A luau!

Come on, little one.

It's time for beach-blanket
Gizmo's totally loco luau.

Totally loco luau?

All right, everybody.

Do the bee-bot-a-luba.

How's the patio daddy-o coming
with the beach-breaks steaks?

Here comes a loco luau feast

you're going to flip for, daddy-o.

[BARKING]

Yum.

Tummy-tickling yummy.

[GROWLING]

OLIE: This sure was the best beach party

I ever had, Uncle Gizmo.

This was the best beach party
anyone ever had, beach bud.

I wonder if Billy
got to have a party

and go to muscle butt beach

and have a totally loco luau
at his beach party.

BILLY: Olie!

Anybody home?!

We're at the beach.

I mean the backyard.

Hey, Billy, how was your beach day?

I fell asleep and got too much sun.

What are you guys doing?

You want to join our totally loco luau?

Sure.

What's a luau?

You're about to find out.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

A-woka woni

Izzoni

Tukalina

Mingaloni

Flipadoi

Steparoni

Aka-woki, Woka gill-skill-wa

Steparoni, Gizoni

Kikarimbo

Alkahoni

Weeka Loobala

Rigaroni

A-woki woni, a-gizahoni

A-woki woni, gizahoni

Woki woni, hah!

[MUSIC PLAYING]