04x06.5 - Project B.R.A.I.N.
Posted: 03/26/24 12:58
Brain: it's very...dark.
Extremely dark.
I am alone...
completely alone.
Pinky: narf!
So am I!
Pinky, what are you
doing in here?
I didn't want you
to be lonely, Brain.
That is precisely
the point of a sensory
deprivation t*nk, Pinky.
I need to be
completely isolated
so I can gather
my thoughts.
Oh, yay!
You can gather up
your thoughts
in a big basket
and skip merrily
down the street!
♪ La-la,
la, la, la-la ♪
as I was saying,
I need to be alone.
Oh, no, Brain. Wait!
Don't you remember
what happened
the first time
you were in there?
Yes, Pinky.
This t*nk
was responsible
for inspiring
and fomenting
my entire reason
for being.
Um, is that
a big wordy-word
way of saying
it really, really
messed things up?
No, Pinky.
It was meeting you
that really, really
messed things up.
I remember
the whole thing
very clearly.
I was a mouse--
a mouse like any other.
I wanted only to nibble,
to scratch,
to fill my pouch
with pellets.
Life was simple,
uncomplicated...
for a time. And then?
All right.
This is day one.
Acme labs,
experiment
Otherwise known
as project B.R.A.I.N.
I was going
to say that.
Purpose of experiment--
to cerebrally enhance
through cellular
manipulation and
biogenetic alteration.
Subject "a" was chosen
due to its unusually large
cranial capacity,
despite its ill temper.
Ow!
Subject "b" was selected
for its unusual
energetic behavior
and its
lower-Than-average
performance
in routine
intelligence tests.
Subjects were subjected
to intense radiation
in the biogenetic
enhancer
and observed
for several hours.
No significant
changes noted...
though subject "a"
did seem to be
even more ill-tempered.
Owie!
And subject "b"
actually appears to be
less intelligent,
if that's possible.
[Yawns]
Well,
that's it for today.
Looks like
the experiment is a bust.
Going bowling?
Never miss it.
Pinky: narf!
Did you say something?
I said,
"I never miss it."
No, I meant--
oh, never mind.
I thought
they'd never leave.
Look at these
ridiculous calculations.
Biological recombinant
algorithmic intelligence
nexus, indeed.
Why, they have
less intelligence
in their collective brains
than I have in my--
in my...Pinky!
Yes?
What?
You called
my name, Pinky.
I did?
Tell me--just
for curiosity's sake--
how, exactly,
do you know that
that's your name?
Um, well,
I answered,
didn't I? Narf!
[Laughs]
Oh, that was
fun, fun, fun!
Ok. Let me guess
your name.
Is it...
rumpelfrownface?
Don't be ridiculous.
We can't name ourselves.
We don't have
the requisite
cerebral capa--
wait just a moment.
Yes!
I am actually speaking,
verbalizing
previously primitive
instinctual responses!
Well,
there you go,
then. Poit!
Project B.R.A.I.N.
It was a success.
I am a mind--
a Brain!
I am the Brain!
[Buzzing and beeping]
There. I have absorbed
all the knowledge in
this computer database.
Ooh!
That would make you
extremely absorbent!
I've learned
something, Pinky.
This poor planet
is ruled by a species
of drooling bipeds.
I shall prove
my brilliance to them,
and they will,
naturally, appoint me
to some prestigious position
in their hierarchy.
The electrodes, Pinky.
Right away, Brain.
[Grunts]
Perhaps they will make
me chairman of the--
aah! Oof!
I've got it, Brain.
Your new name can be
rumpelsizzlehead, Ok?
[Groans]
You'll get back
to me on that, then?
Progress report--
project B.R.A.I.N.,
Day 2.
Subject "b"
has finally shown
some increased
mental activity.
Narf! Narf! Narf!
While the treatment
seems to have had
a reverse effect
on subject "A."
[Mumbling]
Well, that's great.
We've got
a funding review
tomorrow,
and all we can show
after $2 million
is a mouse
that says "narf"
and a little fat
stupid mouse
that drools.
You have to admit,
though, that no one
has ever produced
a mouse that says
more than "narf."
You know,
you're right, Toby.
We'll have
to present this guy
to the committee
and hope for the best.
What will I do
with little stupid here?
Oh, let him keep
the other one company.
I mean, what else
is he good for?
Where am I?
What happened?
Well, I said, "narf,"
and the scientists got
all happy.
And you were happy,
too, Brain.
You just drooled
and smiled.
I remember now.
This is a disaster,
Pinky.
I had a chance
to show them
my intellectual prowess,
and I was a zombie.
I must figure out
how to convince
these scientists
that I am worthy
of a leadership
position.
Well, just say, "narf"!
Oh, they like that.
Narf. Narf!
[Laughs]
Narf! [Laughs]
[Growls]
I can't concentrate
with all this
witless blathering.
A brief stint
in this sensory
deprivation t*nk
should provide me
with the quiet I need
to formulate a plan
to impress them.
Brain: Pinky.
[Knocks]
I'm ready to come out.
Pinky! Hello?
[Snoring]
Narf! Narf! Narf!
Narf?
This is what
all this equipment
and $3 million
produced--
A mouse
that can say "narf"?
We're almost certain
that we can produce
a polysyllabic mouse
within the next
Tops!
What about
that other one?
Oh, uh, he, uh--
he seems
to have gotten lost.
Narf!
Well, what do you know?
He was locked
in the sensory
deprivation t*nk. Hmm!
I wonder what effect
that had on him.
Ow!
That's it!
All funding for
project B.R.A.I.N.
Is hereby cut off.
You two are being
reassigned to
project F.L.E.E.M.
What's that?
We don't know yet.
We just have
the initials.
Toby: oh.
I thought that was
how that worked.
I failed, Pinky.
The sensory
deprivation t*nk
caused me to
temporarily revert
to my primitive state.
I'll find some way
to show them
that I'm not
to be included
in this menagerie
of failure.
One day, they will all
appreciate my genius.
Wouldn't it be lovely
if you ruled the world,
Brain?
Then you could
make everyone wear
very shiny pants, and--
don't be absurd, Pinky.
How could I--
wait a moment.
That's it.
Pinky, are you pondering
what I'm pondering?
I think so, Brain,
but then
I would have to know
what pondering is,
wouldn't I?
So you see,
it wasn't such
a disaster,
for from
that moment,
I knew
what I must do
with my life.
What's that, Brain?
Why, the very thing
we've been doing
every night since,
Pinky--
Trying to take over
the world.
Whoa!
[Splashes]
♪ They're dinky ♪
♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ Brain ♪
Brain: Pinky!
[Bangs]
Let me out of here!
Extremely dark.
I am alone...
completely alone.
Pinky: narf!
So am I!
Pinky, what are you
doing in here?
I didn't want you
to be lonely, Brain.
That is precisely
the point of a sensory
deprivation t*nk, Pinky.
I need to be
completely isolated
so I can gather
my thoughts.
Oh, yay!
You can gather up
your thoughts
in a big basket
and skip merrily
down the street!
♪ La-la,
la, la, la-la ♪
as I was saying,
I need to be alone.
Oh, no, Brain. Wait!
Don't you remember
what happened
the first time
you were in there?
Yes, Pinky.
This t*nk
was responsible
for inspiring
and fomenting
my entire reason
for being.
Um, is that
a big wordy-word
way of saying
it really, really
messed things up?
No, Pinky.
It was meeting you
that really, really
messed things up.
I remember
the whole thing
very clearly.
I was a mouse--
a mouse like any other.
I wanted only to nibble,
to scratch,
to fill my pouch
with pellets.
Life was simple,
uncomplicated...
for a time. And then?
All right.
This is day one.
Acme labs,
experiment
Otherwise known
as project B.R.A.I.N.
I was going
to say that.
Purpose of experiment--
to cerebrally enhance
through cellular
manipulation and
biogenetic alteration.
Subject "a" was chosen
due to its unusually large
cranial capacity,
despite its ill temper.
Ow!
Subject "b" was selected
for its unusual
energetic behavior
and its
lower-Than-average
performance
in routine
intelligence tests.
Subjects were subjected
to intense radiation
in the biogenetic
enhancer
and observed
for several hours.
No significant
changes noted...
though subject "a"
did seem to be
even more ill-tempered.
Owie!
And subject "b"
actually appears to be
less intelligent,
if that's possible.
[Yawns]
Well,
that's it for today.
Looks like
the experiment is a bust.
Going bowling?
Never miss it.
Pinky: narf!
Did you say something?
I said,
"I never miss it."
No, I meant--
oh, never mind.
I thought
they'd never leave.
Look at these
ridiculous calculations.
Biological recombinant
algorithmic intelligence
nexus, indeed.
Why, they have
less intelligence
in their collective brains
than I have in my--
in my...Pinky!
Yes?
What?
You called
my name, Pinky.
I did?
Tell me--just
for curiosity's sake--
how, exactly,
do you know that
that's your name?
Um, well,
I answered,
didn't I? Narf!
[Laughs]
Oh, that was
fun, fun, fun!
Ok. Let me guess
your name.
Is it...
rumpelfrownface?
Don't be ridiculous.
We can't name ourselves.
We don't have
the requisite
cerebral capa--
wait just a moment.
Yes!
I am actually speaking,
verbalizing
previously primitive
instinctual responses!
Well,
there you go,
then. Poit!
Project B.R.A.I.N.
It was a success.
I am a mind--
a Brain!
I am the Brain!
[Buzzing and beeping]
There. I have absorbed
all the knowledge in
this computer database.
Ooh!
That would make you
extremely absorbent!
I've learned
something, Pinky.
This poor planet
is ruled by a species
of drooling bipeds.
I shall prove
my brilliance to them,
and they will,
naturally, appoint me
to some prestigious position
in their hierarchy.
The electrodes, Pinky.
Right away, Brain.
[Grunts]
Perhaps they will make
me chairman of the--
aah! Oof!
I've got it, Brain.
Your new name can be
rumpelsizzlehead, Ok?
[Groans]
You'll get back
to me on that, then?
Progress report--
project B.R.A.I.N.,
Day 2.
Subject "b"
has finally shown
some increased
mental activity.
Narf! Narf! Narf!
While the treatment
seems to have had
a reverse effect
on subject "A."
[Mumbling]
Well, that's great.
We've got
a funding review
tomorrow,
and all we can show
after $2 million
is a mouse
that says "narf"
and a little fat
stupid mouse
that drools.
You have to admit,
though, that no one
has ever produced
a mouse that says
more than "narf."
You know,
you're right, Toby.
We'll have
to present this guy
to the committee
and hope for the best.
What will I do
with little stupid here?
Oh, let him keep
the other one company.
I mean, what else
is he good for?
Where am I?
What happened?
Well, I said, "narf,"
and the scientists got
all happy.
And you were happy,
too, Brain.
You just drooled
and smiled.
I remember now.
This is a disaster,
Pinky.
I had a chance
to show them
my intellectual prowess,
and I was a zombie.
I must figure out
how to convince
these scientists
that I am worthy
of a leadership
position.
Well, just say, "narf"!
Oh, they like that.
Narf. Narf!
[Laughs]
Narf! [Laughs]
[Growls]
I can't concentrate
with all this
witless blathering.
A brief stint
in this sensory
deprivation t*nk
should provide me
with the quiet I need
to formulate a plan
to impress them.
Brain: Pinky.
[Knocks]
I'm ready to come out.
Pinky! Hello?
[Snoring]
Narf! Narf! Narf!
Narf?
This is what
all this equipment
and $3 million
produced--
A mouse
that can say "narf"?
We're almost certain
that we can produce
a polysyllabic mouse
within the next
Tops!
What about
that other one?
Oh, uh, he, uh--
he seems
to have gotten lost.
Narf!
Well, what do you know?
He was locked
in the sensory
deprivation t*nk. Hmm!
I wonder what effect
that had on him.
Ow!
That's it!
All funding for
project B.R.A.I.N.
Is hereby cut off.
You two are being
reassigned to
project F.L.E.E.M.
What's that?
We don't know yet.
We just have
the initials.
Toby: oh.
I thought that was
how that worked.
I failed, Pinky.
The sensory
deprivation t*nk
caused me to
temporarily revert
to my primitive state.
I'll find some way
to show them
that I'm not
to be included
in this menagerie
of failure.
One day, they will all
appreciate my genius.
Wouldn't it be lovely
if you ruled the world,
Brain?
Then you could
make everyone wear
very shiny pants, and--
don't be absurd, Pinky.
How could I--
wait a moment.
That's it.
Pinky, are you pondering
what I'm pondering?
I think so, Brain,
but then
I would have to know
what pondering is,
wouldn't I?
So you see,
it wasn't such
a disaster,
for from
that moment,
I knew
what I must do
with my life.
What's that, Brain?
Why, the very thing
we've been doing
every night since,
Pinky--
Trying to take over
the world.
Whoa!
[Splashes]
♪ They're dinky ♪
♪ they're Pinky
and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ Brain ♪
Brain: Pinky!
[Bangs]
Let me out of here!