01x05 - The Icky Mouse Club/The Man from W.A.S.H.I.N.G.T.O.N.

[bunniefuu]

What do you want to do today?The same

thing we do every day, Pinky. Endure

Elmira, then try to take over the world.

The

situation's changed for Pinky and the

brain. No laboratory

alone in the rain. And someone's

looking round for where they might be

found. It's Pinky for Pinky and the

Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain,

Brain, Brain, Brain.

Trapped inside a store, a girl ran in the

door. She bought a discount turtle but

ended up with more. Now Pinky and the

Brain share a new domain.

It's what the network wants. Why bother

to complain?The earth remains a goal.

The things they can't control. They're

Pinky, Elmira and the Brain Brain.

I deeply resent this.

See

anything, Happy Brain?Not yet, Pinky.

But she's out there. I can feel it.

Chucky Wuggy wants some Huggy Wuggums.

Yay! Cannonball!

Hey, you kids. It's all crickety Joe.

That swimming hall ain't for swimming. It

used to be for swimming, but then some

kids went and swimmed in it and ruined it

for everybody. Now get out of there.

Ohh And get off in that path. That path

ain't for walking on. It used to be for

walking on, but kids started to walking

on it, ruined it for everybody. With all

these rules, it's getting so a kid can't

have any fun. You said it,

brother. That's right. Fun used to be

for having fun with, but then some kids

had some fun and ruined it for everybody.

Now go home and eat beans, like normal

kids. Oh, yeah?Well, you should wear

a clown nose and get better. Dratty

Poo. He's a stinking extinct

man. You ruined our whole fun.

Yeah, I wish we kids could do what we

want to do once in a while. You said it,

brother. Pinky, with all these rules,

it's no wonder kids just play video games

all day. They've got nowhere else to go.

Oh, Brain, you care about the children.

Actually, no, but I believe I can exploit

their plight to my advantage and use them

to take over the world. Come on, mousy

wellsies. We're going home to eat some

beans. Elmira, this

is the last nail. This time,

aim for the head. Got it. Our

clubhouse is going to be great, Brain.

Yes, Pinkie. A place where kids can hang

out. Here, a revolution will be spawned.

A glorious uprising in which children

will be given a voice. A voice they'll

use to proclaim me, their leader. Any

questions?Just one on Sabrina, the

teenage witch. Her pet cat looks surreal.

How do they make it talk?I meant about

the plan. Oh, that. No,

no questions. Let go. Hey,

Elmira, can I borrow your hammer?My mom

said I could smash the Shifa rope. Or a

kiss.

Forget it. Hey, you're

those talking mice. Nuh-uh. We're,

uh.. Magical, uh, magicians.

Yes, we're magicians. Oh, yeah?

Prove it. Do a trick. Okay.

Um, by wiggling my fingers like this,

I will make Elmira the...

Scariest little girl on Earth. Poof

There. All done. Magic.

You're good. Say, what's that

thing?It's a clubhouse for the world's

disgruntled youth. That sounds really

stupid. Good. Because we're not going to

ask you to join. Oh, yeah?Well, that's

discriminate. Discriminate.

It's not fair. And I'm going to get a

lawyer and sue you. Yeah, right. Come

back, fruity cutie patootie.

Now, Pinky, we must recruit club members.

We'll start with all of Elmira's friends.

Well, that's done. Right-o. Let's

move on to the next phase. And

no reading aside. It used to be

for reading, but then some kids raided it

and ruined it for everybody. Now

skidaddle, varmints.

Hey, you won't see this kid following any

of society's rules. My friends and I

make our own rules, see?Fight the

power! Down with the man. Get the

bunnies! At Club Brainy, the

only rule is there are no rules.

I'd join a club like that. You said it,

brother.

Shooby-dooby-doo, shooby-dooby

Shooby-dooby-dooShooby

dooby doo, shooby dooby Shooby dooby doo

Rules and regulations make it

hard to be a kid No

skating in the city No huggy-wuggy kitty

What else can they worth it But

if we join together in love

and harmony We'll smell the

flowers and bite the power And you can

worship me We will follow

Come and make my groovy scene.

Take that the world for the boys and the

girls. Yes, indeed. We

will follow Brain. We

will make his groovy scene.

'Cause I've got a plan and I'm destined

to succeed. Shooby dooby doo, shooby

dooby. Shooby dooby doo.

Shooby dooby doo, shooby dooby.

We'll build a rainbow nation Where

kids are number one Now

stinky rose Turtles into school The

party's just begun So let's

go to Club Brainy And start Kid

Anarchy Give kids a choice We'll

use a voice To shout three cheers for

me We will follow

We will make his groovy sing

'Cause he's got a plan and he's destined

to succeed Shooby Dooby Doo, Shooby

Dooby Shooby Dooby

Doo Shooby Dooby Doo Shooby Dooby Dooby

Shooby Dooby Doo

The first meeting of Club Brain, he will

now come to order. Elmira,

what are you doing?You said bang the

gabble thingy whenever you said order. I

said to bang it on the table, not on my

head. The table doesn't make a

funny noise when I hit it.

Now, if you'll each open your club

information packet to page three, we

shall begin by reciting the Club Brainy

oath. We want to do club stuff, like

build soapbox cars or have a sack race or

play Dolly dress up. Yeah, man.

Please, please, one at a time. If you

want to speak, you must first address the

chair. Hello, Chair. No,

that just means that you stepped forward

and asked for permission to speak.

Haven't any of you ragamuffins read

Robert's Rules of Order?You said

order! Hey, I thought Club Brainy didn't

have any rules. You said it,

brother. Well, these aren't exactly

rules. They're procedures for running a

meeting. Everything has to happen in the

right order... Uh, sequence.

I didn't say that other word. I said

sequence. I think that's a

cinnamon. A synonym.

Sequence is a synonym for order.

This club's stupid. But even playtime

requires organization. After all, if we

want to do fun things like take over the

world, we have to follow rules. Rules are

bogus, man. Zot. Yeah!

We just want our swimming hole back.

Pinky, the swimming hole, it's perfect.

The perfect place for synchronized

swimming?No, the perfect local issue

with which to launch my campaign for

world power. All righty, kids. What

say we march to the swimming hole and

stage a sit-in until they open it back up

to kids?Today,

Pinky, a march to the swimming hole.

Tomorrow, a march on Washington.

Excuse me, who's the leader of this club

that's made for you and me?B-I-A-K.

I am the leader of Club Brainy. Who wants

to know?This is Gloria Allgreen,

my lawyer. These officers are hereby

presenting you with a summons to appear

in a civil action alleging noncompliance

with the Public Accommodations Act. Yeah,

we're suing you for keeping me out of the

club.

This club is closed until further notice.

I told 'em they couldn't have a club.

Some kids used to have a club 'til

they... had a club and ruined it for

everybody. Hey, aren't you the guy that

put up that no donut sign by the police

station?Yeah! The guy who put up that no

swimming sign at the swimming hole. He's

Crickety Joe. He might just eat beans.

Yummy. You're under arrest for putting up

phony signs and just being an all-around

ornery cuss. You kids can play at the

swimming hole anytime you want. Don't

listen to this kook. Yeah!I used to be

for listening to, but... Let's go to the

swimming hole! Yeah, this club's got too

many rules. You said it, brother.

Well, I guess our club is finished,

Pinky. You said it, brother.

It's a puppet. What?The cat on Sabrina

the Teenage Witch. It's a puppet. That's

how they make it talk. Another mystery

solved. Zord. Well, we'd better head back

to Elmira's room and work on a plan for

tomorrow. We're coming with you. You know

why?

To make his groovy sing. Pinky,

Elmira and the Brain,

Brain, Brain, Brain,

Brain. I wish Elmira's family would fix

the air conditioning. It's hotter than a

big drum of hot things. I

can only imagine what that would be. Go

amuse yourself while I finish my audio

command modifier. Audio.

Don't vex me or I will

fell you. The sound waves from my command

modifier will place humans in a hypnotic

state open to any suggestion. I will

suggest that they allow me to rule the

world. Audio. Another

explanation squandered. Go away. OK,

the wavelength seems too high. I dare not

test it yet. Blast. I need calibrating

equipment.

You almost woke Elmira. She probably want

to play air mice again. Trolls. Air

mice.

Ask me if that was painful, Pinky. Was

that painful, Brain?Yes. There are

days when I wonder if it can get any

worse. I caught ya. You're

not going to fool me this time. You're

Elmira's talking mice. Come on, say

some talk. Squeak,

squeak. Chitter, chitter. Real

funny. What are you making?Some kind of

cheese, Ray?

Turn off your cheese,

Ray! Romeo, Rudy, oh so

cutie! Your Juliet is here, baby.

No way! Whew, that was a

close one, Brain. 'Nuff! We've got to

leave and find a new laboratory. But

we're hunted mice! Besides, it's not so

bad here. Sandy mouses!

Time for more air mice fun! Okay, you

talkin' mice are gonna get it good.

Hello, FBI. I want to report something

wrong.

Let

us crisply begin. An FBI

contact called me this morning with an

unusual report. Last night, a

Rudy Mukich stated that talking mice

broke into his home and attacked him with

a cheese ray. Of course, we must first

consider the fact that Rudy is a little

nut boy. Investigate further, Mr. Faust.

If it is them, proceed to phase two.

You'll never trick Brain into working for

us. He should be eliminated. We've been

over this before. I mean, you must

crisply face facts. 2 rodents, one of

whom is a complete numbskull. Have come

much closer to conquering the world than

we have. We deceive Brain into working

for us, and his highly inventive mind is

at our disposal. Once we're finished,

he'll be crisply done away with Pinky



it is true, Brain will be in our power by

tomorrow night.

You Siamese dolts are driving me mad. I

can't work under these conditions. I'm

leaving. Good riddance.

Hello, Mr. Brain. Oh, Spartacus.

Is that the mouse who attacked you with

the cheese ray?Yeah. You're going to run

him over with your car?You're a very

hostile little man. Come see me in 10

years. I might have a job for you. Can I

blow up dumpsters?Yes, you can.

Now go away. You depress me.

Now to crisply bait the trap.

It's an inferno out here. Naturally,

they couldn't drive me away in autumn.

Pardon me. Do you know the way to

University Plaza?Go 17 meters to the

corner, turn southeast, and it will be



of the street. Wow. Thank you.

It's scorching out, isn't it?May I drop

you somewhere?I enjoy the exercise. I'd

better go then. I'm letting out the air

conditioning. Air conditioning.

Well, perhaps just a a lift to the

corner. It's nice and crisp in here. By

the way, I'm Wally Faust. I'm a top

administrator with the Department of

Energy. My name is Neil

Ostrogaff. I'm a faceless suburban home

dweller. Please excuse the mess. I've

been working on various projects. Good

heavens, man. This is a design for a

neutron spallation source. I'm

impressed, Neil. That's a brand new

facility I'll be heading up. Naturally,

you'd be using a particle accelerator to

send high energy protons into, I assume,

liquid mercury. Wow. You continue to

amaze me. I don't

normally do this, Neil, but how'd you

like to come to work for us?We plan to

locate our new facility right outside

Washington, DC Well, this is a lot to

absorb. I'd have to discuss it with my

family. Well, Myra.

Yes, Brainy Big Head. Look at the

light.

That light is a doorway to chipmunk

heaven. Run into the light. Run now.

Chipmunk heaven. Now

we may leave in peace. But Brain,

tomorrow is swimsuit day. Oh, you always

look so fetching in a one piece. Not

Pinky Lady Luck is giving us the

opportunity of a lifetime. And a stranger

just stopped you on the street and

offered you all that. It was rather

fortuitous. Nevertheless, chance

favours the bold. Now pick up my audio

command modifier. Our new home will have

the hardware to easily make it

operational. Old Lady Chance can pick up

your audio do do. I'm not going.

Troz, pick it up or I will buffet you,

OK?

Welcome, Neil. I'm pleased you've decided

to join us. And this must be that

relative you told me about. Yes, this

is my cousin, Bob Jones. Bob!

And what have you brought?Just a small

side project. You know, it almost looks

like some kind of cheese ray.

Or am I mistaken?

What are you making?Some kind of cheese,

Ray?It's

just a new type of radio for

teens. Of course. I'm sure

that's exactly what it is. Pinky, there's

something very wrong here. I know, Brain.

Those towels are motel property. No,

Pinky. Somehow the pudgy hand of

Rudy is involved in all of this.

Distract Wally. I'll get the audio

command modifier to work.

Brain thinks you're a big phony baloney,

and he asked me to come over and sing for

you. Audio. You're too

smart for your own good, Brain. I'll have

to crisply attend to you.

Pinky, my audio command modifier works.

Wally is under a hypnotic trance. Oh,

Brain, make him cackle like a chicken.

Cross. No. It's your

little toy. Do what you want. Who do you

work for?What do you want with us?I

belong to the Circle, a secret government

organization. Our goal is world

domination. You will be tricked into

working for us, then eliminated. Cluck

like a chicken. Bacaw.

Stop it, you five-year-old. Listen

carefully. Your mission was a failure.

You were misled. We were nowhere to

be found. Do you understand?

Is that all, Mr. Faust?

Does anyone have a handful of con?

Why did you have to play with the dial?

Now I've lost the frequency again. You

said it was a radio brain. I was trying

to get happy, nice music. You have the IQ

of a muffin. Time

for air mice. Time for fun.

No. I have work to do, you mountainous

clod. OK, cranky big head. Then

I'll play air mice with this. No! Air

mice! Too

bad. Better the old oddy-oddy-odo than I

say. I suppose. Oh

well, we must prepare for tomorrow. What

are we going to do tomorrow, Brian?The

same thing we do every day, Pinky. Hide

from conspiratorial forces and try to

take over the world.