02x03 - I Am Crybaby

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Tsk, tsk, an inflamed tear gland.

Yet another chronic crying syndrome

sufferer.

I believe your crying problems stem from

an allergic reaction to civilization.

According to my calculations, the best

climate for chronic crying syndrome

sufferers is located 57 miles east of

Bermuda in the middle of the ocean. But,

Mr. Weasel, I can't swim.

Worry not. I'll figure out a way for

chronic crying syndrome sufferers to live

comfortably in the middle of the ocean

without fear of drowning for... I

am Weasel. Okay, then.

Branding, branding! Coming forward to

here, seahorsies! Time for to branding

your bucks.

Good horsey.

We must almost be there. Yeah,

my tears are sloped to a snail's base.

Yes, by my precise calculations, I

believe we have arrived. Dropped anchor.

I are a blast master of own

density.

Please, Please don't worship me. I've

only done my duty. While I'm below,

please help yourself to my hospitality

bar. Hospitality bar?

Well, I'll be going then. I...

My, what a vibrant outcropping of

baboon-buck coral. I should take a sample

back to the clinic to examine later.

Shh! Keep pinchers off, merchandise! You!

What are you doing down here?I are

living here! Free rent, free food, and

best part down here. Now,

I are queen of ocean . What

you're doing is impossible and may cause

irreparable harm to your lungs. Reason

great. I can't leave the poor creature to

drown.

Be calm, Baboon. I'll let you in for my

escape hatch.

I are no going shining lit his pants.

I believe it's time to run like a spotted

pig.

I am Weasel!

I hereby claim this island in the name of

chronic crying syndrome sufferers

everywhere. Hey, guys, look!

Weasel built us an island! Yeah! We love

you, baby! We love you!

Thanks. I hope they save me some of them

weenies. Oh, my. This

island's still too hot for habitation.

We shall make a plan against our iron.

I or find good might.

Hey, look at that funny jellyfish! That

snow jellyfish. Quick, citizen, grab me.

Sweet mother, he has the beds. We've

got to get him into the decompression

tin. I hope the nitrogen bubbles don't

foam up his brain and cause delusional

hallucinations.

Hello, Booby. Who are you

two I are?Well, I might be the

tooth fairy, or I might be the king and

queen of cheese. And I

might be your fairy princess. Baboon?

Weasel plans to dispose of all chronic

crying syndrome sufferers! He's gonna

stick 'em all in an incinerator! And

poof! This big chance for IR to be

you for change!

Don't blame us! It's his homie brain!

That moon tracks. Just as I thought.

What have you done with my patience?Why?

I owe leave a bye-bye to Riesel.

Patience fine. No more need,

Riesel. Is that true?

No problem. Lowly

weasel, I are fat hat for you.

Now go on vacation far away from

IR. Well, I guess I could use some R&R.

Nothing like fishing the clear ones.

Mind. Water.

Holy mackerel. By relocating to chronic

crying syndrome sufferers, I've ruined an

entire ecosystem. They were the Earth's

water source. must remedy the situation

at once.

A little chronic crying culture?

Dab it on my tear duct.

These yoga classes have really paid off.

As the beauty of nature and all things

good inhales a renewed breath of life,

let us give pause and thank the man who

made it all possible. I am

Weasel! Thank you,

sir, for those kind words, but I only did

what a... any decent human being would

have done, considering the...

circumstances. That's the way I must live

my life for... I am Weasel!

And so everyone drowned in weaseltoes. I

just love sad endings!