02x04 - I.R.'s Phantom Foot

[bunniefuu]

Oh, you're a great cook, Weasel. What do

you call the meat?Craig. I call the

meat Craig. So, Mike, do you enjoy

your work as a cartoon executive?

Yeah, most of the time, but sometimes

my tongue starts to swell saying no to

the new shows over and over again.

Looks like an occupational hazard. A milk

toast, Mike, to your continued success.

Idiot weasel, wild party noise wakes up

eye ah baboon from be you easily...

You stupid pothole could injured

eye a baboon!

Croaking foot! Helping

me! Spin! That sounds like my

neighbor, IR Baboon. Oh, you mean that

man who parked his trailer on your

property?He can't help it. He's an idiot.

And he needs help. Come on! Out of

croaking foot! Mike, call an ambulance.

Baboon, I am a doctor. Does this hurt?

No. Quick! Ambulance to Iron Weasels on

Mulholland Drive. Baboon down! Does this

hurt?No. Broken foot! Hmm

The baboon says his foot is broken, yet

both feet are fine. I know. I'll bet

my butt he's broken his phantom foot.

Harry, broken foot!

This is serious. You'll need a

specialist. You've broken your phantom

foot. You see, we're all born with

phantom appendages. That's why I invented

these phantom glasses. With these, you

can clearly see one's phantom limbs.

Is Weezer seeing our eyes broken foot?

They're um.. something like that.

Here, see for yourself.

How come we shall have bigger phantom

foot than all your baboon?Hello!

So the poor baboon has broken his phantom

ball. I'm Dr.

Clearbottom, phantom doctor.

Well, let me fix you up!

Why do Phantom Foot hurting all your

baboon?I'll tell you why!

The Phantom Foot by Dr. Clearbottom.

Ooh, fetching.

Ladies! Welcome to the wonderful

world of Phantom Feet. When an

individual loses an arm or a leg, he can

still feel that it is there.

In fact, it still is there, but in

phantom form. Excuse

me, Mr. Pirate! Could you help me with

the demonstration?Through the

miracle of Kurian photography, we can

see the phantom limbs of this pirate.

Lovely, isn't

he?The end. I are

understanding now. I'm

writing you a phantom prescription for a

special phantom orthopedic shoe.

Come on. Baboom. Touch it!

That'll be $500 for my services.

Owie!

Owie! Is anybody being

here?Hello! It's

me, your phantom orthopedic shoe

salesman! To the battery room!

This won't...

Oh, I have your size right here.

Oh, a lovely, lovely choice, ma'am.

That'll be one million bucks, but I

are broke. Oh! This

is all weasel's fault! Well, you

should sue this weasel. And I know a

phantom lawyer who can help you.

Red clear-bottom phantom lawyer at your

surface. We're going to sue the pants

over that weasel.

Mr. Weasel, the people at the next table

want to see if you know the answer to the

meaning of life. Why, certainly, my good

waiter. HmmThe meaning of life is a

number, and that number is

one. Yay! I am a boon

machine. I supreme a weasel so I can sue

his butt. Owie, owie!

What's this, IR Baboon?You're

suing me?You no good, Mr.

Weasel. You, Mr. Pothole.

I are seeing you in court.

Owie! Today's case against everyone's

favorite weasel will have an impact on

phantom limb cases throughout the land.

Oh, Judge, I am going to prove that this

weasel conspired to lure my

client, an ignorant baboon, over

to his house with the sole intent of

baking IR's phantom butt. Judge,

I have evidence that Rick Clearbottom is

actually the one to blame. Exhibit A,

this phantom videotape, my closed-circuit

phantom camera that I invented, captured

these images of the actual phantom

pothole digger.

I find Red

Clearbottom guilty! Pay this baboon 10

million dollars! God! Take him away!

I guess I ought baboons for thanking

Weasel. What can I do for

repaying?I am Weasel,

attorney at law. I am Weasel, get me 10

million!Oh, tell me about it.

Gratuitous moral.

Crime doesn't pay.