04x07 - I Am Hairstylist

[bunniefuu]

Welcome to the weasel. I believe

you're next. Oh,

weasel! Et voila! The

perfect quaff!

Why, Weasel?I mean, all of us women

love you, and the magic you work with

those talented scissors. But why

do you keep that idiot Batboon around,

working on people's toes?

Well, he's my brother-in-law.

I am not wanting to always doing foots,

foots, foots! It

all I am doing! I are

not standingAnd eat more.

I are having dreams. Big, fat

dreams. Big, fat hair

dreams!

Oh, look at that! A squirrel

cutting hair!Just taint

naturals. Air police!

Everybody freeze! Show me your air

license, hmmNow! As you can see,

officer, my licenses are in impeccable

order.

What about this silverback gorilla over

there, doing toes?Does he have

a license?Baboon has a learner's permit

and is allowed to act under my direct

supervision. Oh,

all right. But watch your step, Mr.

Squirrel! I'll be keeping my

eye on you.

AhUh-oh. The hair phone. Somebody's

in trouble. Weasel here. Oh, you're

out. Yes, I see. Yes,

you poor thing. I know just how

it feels. Oh, how can you bear the

pain?

Fear not. I'll be right over, for I am

Weasel, hairstylist.

I have to run out on an emergency

hairstyling mission. Remember, Baboon,

while I'm gone, just do the toes.

I'll do the hair when I get back.

Some people is just not appreciating. I

are genius. I'm calling

this Bicycle Cat.

I'm calling this Statue of

Liberty Cat. I'm calling this

my fellow cat's home.

Well, will you look at

that?I'm gonna bust that weasel. I'm

shutting him down.

Everybody freeze! You're under arrest!

Oh, let's see. Oh,

and you're Exhibit A, and you're Exhibit

B! Oh, and you can be

Exhibit O.

Well, you can't win 'em all.

No, no, I mean, your mom beat me at arm

wrestling two out of three times, but the

haircut was a success.

Yeah, this little weasel's feeling pretty

good. Hair police!

IR, what's happening?You have the right

to remain silent. Anything you say,

die! I'm sorry, but I have to tell you

that the only crime I've ever committed

was marrying that monkey's sister. Also,

I must say that I've never heard of the

hair police nor their jurisdiction. Are

you sure you're on the level?

All right! All right It's

true! There is no such... as

the Hercules. It's just that I hate all

barbers. You see, it all started when I

was a small boy of nine.

My papa used to take me to this

little barber shop. And all the old men

with really short hair would

laugh at me. And papa told the mama to

give me a regular boy haircut.

But I didn't want a regular boy! There,

God. I wasn't

a regular boy! I am anything

but regular! Right there. You're

trying. You see, you've never had a true

hair stylist. An artiste worked his magic

on your golden tresses.

Ohh

Oh, oh, thank you. Oh, thank you, Mr.

Squirrel. I am so

fetching. Son?

What the heck kind of a haircut is that?

Come on. I'm taking you to the barber

for a regular boy haircut. No, Papa!

No!

Yes, it's been a long day, old boy.

Well, brother-in-law, it's time for me to

go home and face my wife. Your sister.

She may be a monkey, but she's got great

hair. You're saying it!