01x09 - Stuck on You // Hard to Swallow

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♪ My name is Angela

♪ Hey, hello!

♪ Welcome to my very own show ♪

♪ I'll introduce my friends to you ♪

Oh no! It's Ninnypoo!

♪ Shoobee-doobee-doo wap-waa.

♪ My name is Angela

♪ And you are not

♪ Nanette Manoir is a stuck up jerk face snot ♪

And now to today's story, starring me.

And NOT starring Nannete Manoir.

It is another day and another recess.

But this another recess is not just any another recess.

Because today I am going for my own personal best bubble

gum bubble ever!

But Angela, the simple act of chewing gum contains many

often ignored dangers, not the least of which is

swallowing!

[HYPERVENTILATES]

One, two, I jump better than you.

Three, four, it's me you adore...

Careful!

I just had my hair done for my tres big baton twirling

recital tonight!

[CHEERING]

Intaking such a humongous wad of gum could permanently

stretch out your cheeks!

Sorry Gordy Rhinehart, but breaking bubble records is

not for the faint of heart.

Or the faint of cheeks.

Besides, Angela has much more important things to

worry about - like how many cavities all this gum

will give her.

Tiny Dottie cake?

Johnny Abatti, start the countdown.

Three...two...one...

blow!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Don't tell me Angela Anaconda is at it again.

Chewing gum is so tacky.

[SWALLOWS]

My precious beret!

Well don't just stand there, go get it!

Slow down, Angela.

You're blowing too fast!

Aaaugh!

I've been...inhalerized!

What is going on heeeeeeerrre?

Oomph!

Ahhhhhhh!

Nanette: Angela Anaconda, get off of me before you

muss my baton-twirling hairdo!

I would if you would let go of my hair!

I'm not holding your hair.

And cease pulling my hair!

Holy smokes, they're stuck!

[GASPS]

Oh no!

Did I mention the danger of getting gum in your hair?

Mrs. Brinks, Angela got gum in my hair!

I did not! She got hair in my gum!

Somebody do something!

Nobody panic.

I'll just get a pair of safety scissors from my desk

and snip this problem in the bud!

Scissors!?

Pardonez-moi, Mrs. Brinks, but there's no way I'm

letting any of you come anywhere near

my perfectly coifed curls.

But what are we gonna do?

What else?

Call Pierre- my hair surgeon.

Hair surgeon?!

All well-groomed well-to-do people have them,

which explains why you don't,

Angela Anaconda.

Well dear, I'm not a professional but my husband,

Connie Brinks...

Forget it!

I need to make an appointment with Pierre.

It's an emergency...

Then you'll just have to cancel the mayor's back waxing.

Tell him that it's Nanette Manoir!

Nanette Manoir!?

Actually, Pierre is...um, out.

Nanette: Well, when will he be back?

Uh, well...when I say out, of...th-the country.

Yes, I mean out that's what I meant.

He's out of the country.

In Africa. On a safari.

What!? Out of the country?!

But my baton recital is tonight at seven!

Tell him it's Nanette...tell him he has to come home!

I'll be at the salon at five-thirty- sharp!!

Don't tell me that I am stuck spending the day stuck

together with you!?

No Angela, I have to spend the day stuck together with you.

Perhaps you two should move past denial to acceptance.

After all, how bad can one day be?

Mrs. Brinks!

Angela Anaconda is trying to look at my paper.

Miss Anaconda, since you can't control yourself

I have plenty of erasers that need clapping!

But...uh, I-I wasn't!

Mrs. Brinks, I'm sure that Angela has learned her

lesson from the harsh, yet justified scolding

you gave her...

Why Nanette, how sweet of you to try to give this

scoundrel a second chance.

But she must be punished!

[COUGHING]

I don't know why you couldn't just keep your eyes

on your own paper.

And I don't know why you can't keep your kisser off

Brinks' butt.

Watch what you're doing!

You watch what you are doing!

Okay, class...

it's time to climb the rope!

Nice form, Angela Anaconda.

Whoa!!

...for the citizens of this tiny nation,

two of the chief sources of protein are inchworms

and grubs.

AAAAHHHHHII!

♪ Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream... ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily... ♪

♪ life is but a dream.

Thank you, Mrs. Brinks, she was throwing off

my perfect pitch.

Out of my way!

Finally the worst school day of my life is finally over.

And I would be looking forward to a relaxing

afternoon, except for that I am still stuck

to Ninnie-Poo Manoir!

My baton rouge, which is-Ow!-French for

"baton practice", is this way.

But I promised my mom I'd take my dog

to the 'U-Bathe Doggie Wash- after school- Ow!

and that's this way.

Don-t you have servants for that sort of thing?

It-s-Ow!-an important responsibility!

Oh really?

Well I have a responsibility - Ow!- to the baton twirling

fans of Tapwater Springs

Ow!- I am sure all three of them can wait.

Ow!-Well January and Karlene are waiting for me right now.

Baton practice first.

Then we can do your bourgeois dog activity later.

Ow!-King doesn't need a bourgeois,

she needs a bath.

Owww!!

Okay girls, batons poised and...

Step, step, twirl.

Step, step, twirl.

Step, step, twirl.

Puke, puke, hurl.

Twirl, Angela!

Twirl like the wind!

OW!!

Is it doggie wash time yet?

C-mon, it'll be fun.

We'll get all wet and soapy...

Yes, well, couldn't you do this chore another day?

For instance, a day when you're not attached to me?

I sat through your stupid baton practice,

now it's your turn to do something I wanna do.

Besides, I promised King.

Ugh! Oh! Stop!

Make it stop!

Aaaaaugh!

Hello, this is Nanette Manoir again...

Well put her majesty on hold,

this is critical!

I must know if Pierre is- Whatl?

Skiing accident!?

I thought you said he went to Africa!

How could he do this to me!?

He's... he's not coming back?

So we could be stuck - forever!

forever...forever...forever.

And the years will go by.

Years and years of them.

And when we are out for a drive,

you will be driving me nuts.

"Angela, turn right!

Angela, turn left!"

you will tell me.

And when you finally decide to marry Johnny Abatti,

which I know you will, Nanette Manoir,

then I'll have to marry him too!

I do.

I do.

Do I have to?

Close enough.

And then Josephine Praline will declare us husband

and wife and wife.

And finally, after years and years of being stuck

together we'll be old ladies stuck together forever.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

But hark!

It is Pierre, Nanette-s surgeon of hair!

Finally come to separate us.

And after hours of emergency surgery

the operation is a success.

Tres magnifique!

He will tell us.

Aaaaaaaugggghhh!!!!

Aaaaaaaugggghhh!!!

That does it, Nanette Manoir!

I can't take any more of this on account of I have

taken all I can take.

If you don't find someone to cut our hair - I WILL!

Okay, okay!

You don't have to be so rude and demanding,

Angela Anaconda.

This is Nanette Manoir.

I'm desperate!

Is there anyone at the salon who can cut my hair!?

Ooh, Nanette, I am sorry but, uh...

Pierre!?

I am sorry, you have the wrong number!

Pierre! I demand an explanation!

What can I say? Hair surgery pays the bills.

But doggie grooming is my passion.

You mean your Pierre

is my Pete the 'U-Bathe-Doggie Dog Wash- guy?

Wait till I tell Johnny and Gina that you let a dog groomer

cut your precious locks!

Angela Anaconda, you wouldn't!

After all that we've been through!

This is all your fault Pierre!

When my father hear about this, you'll be out of business!

Alright already!

I'll cut your hair.

But only if you promise never to call my salon again!

No problem, doggie groomer.

Free at last!

You can say that again.

This has been the most horrible day of my life.

As soon as my recital is over,

I'm treating myself to a special treat.

Something I deserve.

Why wait 'til tonight?

Pete has just the thing.

Sit, girl, sit!

[LAUGHTER]

Another perfect day.

Not only do I get to hang out with King and my pals at

doggie obedience school, but my parents are going

to the airport to pick up my Grandma Lou from Florida.

But what makes this day even better is that I'll be

nowhere near my least favourite of people I wish

I didn't know, namely:

Nanette Manoir??

I know, I know, it was totally unnecessary

for me to come, but I thought my perfectly trained and

obedient pure bred French poodle could provide a

positive role model for the lesser breeds.

Why, hello King.

Dine in any good garbage cans lately?

No, King! No!

Ever notice how fast a perfect day can turn into a

perfect day that is ruined?

Thanks for coming, Gina Lash.

Any time, Angela Anaconda.

I love obedience school.

They always serve such good refreshments.

Gordy Rhinehart, you are thirty-seven seconds late

for class!

Unacceptable!

How can you teach pet to be obedient

if you cannot be obedient too?

Sorry, Miss Yamagachi.

That's Doctor Yamagachi!

I have Ph.D. in pet-ology!

Excuse moi, Doctor Yamagachi,

but I was hoping we could start with sitting,

seeing as there are so many dogs who still have trouble

with this simplest of commands,

unlike my Ooh-la-la, of course.

Excellent suggestion.

Okay, we work on sitting.

Give command on count of three.

One, two, three, sit!

Sit!

Sit!

Sit!

Come on King, you know this one.

Need some help, Angela Anaconda?

Et voila!

Perfect posture, as usual.

You mean perfect obnoxiousness as usual,

Ninnie-Poo.

Reward with treats - NOW!

Next command is 'roll over'.

Again - 'ROLL OVER'!

Roll over!

Roll over!

Come on, King. You're making me look bad.

Your mongrel simply doesn't have that certain

"je ne say croissant" -- which is French for:

'my dog is so much better than yours'.

Excusez-moi, Doctor Yamagachi?

But if it's not too much trouble,

perhaps I could demonstrate a special trick that I've

taught Oo-La-La?

Okie Dokie but make it snappy!

My time is up.

Un, deux, trois-- KISSES!

Gross. Doesn't Oo-la-la know

how many butts those lips have kissed?

Come on, King.

Stop that!

Heel.

Could you please try listening to me one,

two or three times in your whole, entire doggy life?!

She's just asserting her independence.

King's a free spirit with her own unique set of

talents and abilities.

Hello, Angela.

Having trouble with your non-pedigreed pet again?

No, she's just asserting her free spirit.

The lesser breeds often do.

My Oo-La- La, on the other hand,

is so well trained he doesn't even need a leash.

And unlike some dogs I could mention,

he would never run away.

But it would serve her right if he did.

Oh no! My Liver-icious Biscuits!

Heel!

Wait-Heel!

Ahhhh!

Next time I'm double-bagging it.

Oh no!

Ninny-Poo's perfect pet has stupidly trailed us!

Hey, Gina Lash!

That gives me an idea.

Now what, Angela Anaconda?

Now we watch the fun.

Oo-La-La!

Time to frost your highlights!

Oo-La-La??

Where are you?

What's the matter, Nanette?

Don't tell me Oo-La-La got out.

He must have had an important appointment.

But I'm not worried.

A dog of Oo-La-La's superior breeding can always be

counted on to come home.

It's only mutts from inferior homes,

like King, who run away.

Am I watching the fun yet?

Might as well get Oo-La-Blah out of my

backyard and return him to-- Hey!

My Grandma Lou is here!

That my little Angie-Pangie?

And hi- dee-h* to you, Gina Lash.

You two come here 'n give Granny a big ol' hug!

Hi Grandma Lou.

Brought ya a little somethin' kid.

You too, Gina Lash!

Gee thanks, I've always dreamed of having something

like this on my head.

Yeah, it's just like the real thing!

Aw, that's nothin'.

Wait'll you meet mah pal Barney.

You brought a friend?

Yep, he's in the back yard.

[GIGGLES]

He ain't exactly what you'd call "housebroken" yet.

Out in the swamp, not everyone has indoor plumbing.

No, Angelfish, Barney is Grandma Lou's pet alligator.

P-P-P... PET ALLIGATOR?!

Fact, when I went out to feed him,

found him chewin' on this.

Almost lost yourself a pretty fancy necklace there, kiddo.

Gina Lash, if I am holding Oo-La- La's dogless dog

collar with no dog in it, that means Barney the

alligator ate Oo-La-La the dog!

All evidence points to that conclusion, Angela.

So what do we do?

Wash our hands for dinner?

C'mon, Gina Lash.

We got to get Oo-La- La out of Barney's belly.

Maybe you can "Heimlich" him, or, ah -

Angela Anaconda, I hope you don't seriously

expect me to hug a ferocious,

pet-eating alligator on an empty stomach.

Let's eat!

But Gina--

And then old Edgar climbs outta the swamp

and says to me: "Lou, that wasn't no bullfrog...

I know this should be a happy occasion: my favourite

grandma is here, and I got a new hat,

but anything anybody says just reminds me of my

heinous, awful crime.

You eatin' that dog?

It's all yours, bro.

Chow down!

Heck, you boys put away the grub faster'n my gator, Barney.

I swear that little fellow'll eat anything that

ain't chained down.

And some things that are.

There's only one person in world who can perform

this procedure: Angela Anaconda!

That's Doctor Anaconda to you, I will tell her.

'Doctor, Doctor!

This giant pile of walking shoe leather has swallowed

my precious poodle Oo-La-La!',

she will whine.

Step aside, oh useless one.

Hmm, he's looking a bit green.

That's because he's an alligator.

Uh, heh, right.

'Please oh great and wonderful Doctor Anaconda

with the most skillful of surgeon hands save my

Oo-La-La'.

You will tell me.

Let's get started.

Scalpel, sponge, mashed potatoes.

I didn't get to eat on the plane!

Hm, a little lumpy.

Hmm, I'm stumped, but never fear.

What we need here is some good ol'fashioned alligator

medicine, and I know just the person.

Grandma Lou!

But don't fret little nin.

You and Oo La-Blah can live happily ever after

in bayou bliss.

That's right, drink your milk, Barney boy.

And when you grow up, you can chase that pesky

Sheriff Boone off my property.

That's BARNEY??

But he couldn't eat a fly on account of he's just a baby!

Of course, Angel-wings.

You didn't think they'd let grandma bring a full- grown

alligator on the plane, did you?

But if that's Barney, where's Oo-La-La?

What is it, girl?

Oo-La-La's alive??

Stuck in a drain pipe?

Take me to him, girl!

Wow, who needs Obedience School when you can do

tricks like that!

Nice work, King!

See? I told you he would return home.

Ee-yew!

What's that smell?

Angela Anaconda, excusez-moi but you stink!

Not as much as your manners, Nincom Ninnie.

Maybe you should try saying Thank you!

Or... KISSIES!!

Ewww!

Stop it, Oo-La-La! Ewwwww.

STOP! Ewwwww.

[COUGH]

Good trick, Oo-La-La.

Good trick.

[laughing]

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