01x22 - Crazed and Confused // Strange Bedfellows

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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.

Boom-Chacka-yacka-yack- Boom-chacka-yacka-yacka

Today I am having a ball, because today I finally have

a Babble Ball!

And it wasn't easy to get, on account of I had to go

two weeks without bubblegum or pizza,

AND I even did chores for my stupid brothers

to save up enough to buy it.

Babble Ball: BOOM CHA

BOOM BOOM CHA

BOOM CHA

BOOM BOOM CHA.

Nice ancient artifact, Angela Anaconda.

Didn't you get the memo?

Babble ba*ls are passé.

Bug th*gs are the rage now.

Everyone's got one.

That is, everyone except you.

Everyone's got a brain except for you three.

Who cares about Bug th*gs, Angela Anaconda?

Your Babble Ball is superior in design and concept.

You're right, Gina Lash.

Besides, the last thing I want is anything that

Nanette Manoir has.

Who cares about some stupid stuffed insect anyway?

Hi, Angela.

Can you hold my Ernie the Earwig while I sanitize

my glasses?

Unless Gina Lash wants to.

Angela can hold it.

I don't see what the big deal is about these things.

You stink!

Hey! Did you hear that?

What else does it say?

Just more insults.

Twenty-four hours a day.

I know you are, but what am I?

Thanks for holding him, Angela Anaconda.

Hey Angela- Catch!

BOOM!

Hey, careful where you throw that thing, Johnny Abatti.

Sorry Angela, I thought you were playing.

I am. I mean I'm going to.

I mean, I think I have to do a little research on these

Bug th*gs.

You know, so I can decide how big a waste of money

they actually are.

Hi Candy May, I'll help you with your math homework

if you let me check out your Bug Thug.

Uhm. Okay.

But math isn't as easy as you think.

Carry the six and, there, done!

Hold on, Angela!

Two times two is four??

Two plus two is four!

So two times two has to be way more than that.

Like five or six!

The deal's off.

Too bad, loser.

Not now, Angela Anaconda.

Paulie the Praying Mantis and I are right in the

middle of a Rosary and we don't want to lose count of

a hundred Hail Marys!

But I just want to see it!

Sorry, my child.

What if I trade you something for it?

Your little baby sister??

Just think, Josephine, you'll be able to start

your very own orphanage!

Have mercy on me, Angela Anaconda!

I don't want to take care of orphans!

It's bad enough I have to take care of my own

brothers and sisters!

But Baby Lulu's not even baptized yet.

Don't you want to save her soul?

Faster than Robosoles?

There are no such shoes.

My Dad just got a shipment of them in today.

They're called, uh-uhm really fast-a-shoe-er-sole -

Oh, just let me borrow your bug thug!

Angela Anaconda, I can't believe you're resorting

to trickery to try to get a bug thug.

I thought you didn't even want one.

I don't. I want to check it out, y'know, to see how

it works, for the sake of medical curiosity's sake.

The last time you did something for the sake of

medical curiosity Johnny Abatti had to get

six stitches in his left hand.

Make like a tree and LEAVE!

I really don't want a bug thug, you know.

Okay fine, so maybe I do want a Bug Thug.

But it doesn't matter anyway on account of I spent all my

money on this stupid babble ball.

But Angela, Babble Ball is "all that and more" -

or at least that's what they said in the commercial.

Hey, since you guys like the Babble Ball so much,

why don't you buy it from me so I can buy a Bug Thug!

No can do Angela.

I'm saving up for that three-foot eclair in the

window at Mapperson's Bakery.

And I just loaned my last dollar to my Uncle Nicky.

Again.

Great. Now I'm back where I started,

which is not having a Bug Thug.

Join the club, Angela Anaconda.

That's just what I'm trying to do, Gina Lash.

[BELCH]

Nah.

Hunh?

Ewwww.

Yes!

So now even though Johnny and Gina couldn't loan me

some money, I have scrounged up enough so I can buy my

very own Bug Thug of my very own.

SOLD OUT!

Sorry Angela.

I'm afraid I had to buy up the remaining stock to

complete my Bug Thug Kingdom.

I certainly hope I haven't inconvenienced you.

John, would you care to join me for an afternoon

of Bug Thug fun?

I don't think so, Nanette.

I promised Angela I'd- ow!

I forgot to tell you, Johnny Abatti.

I'm busy this afternoon.

So why don't you go play with Nanette?

And while you're at it, tell her something nice like her

hair smells good so she'll give you one of her Bug th*gs.

But I don't even like Bug th*gs.

Then maybe if Nanette gives you one,

you could pass it on to one of your really good friends.

Gordy's already got a bug thug.

Ohhh!

You meant you.

Ready to go, John?

Oh brother.

So now Johnny Abatti is inside playing with

Ninnie-Wart and I am outside on account of desperate

times call for desperate measures, and my desperate

measure is hoping Johnny will get me one of Nanette's

Bug th*gs.

Badminton?!

This is no time to hit birdies, Johnny Abatti!

Johnny. Hear my psychic plea and read my mind.

Get me a bug thug.

Bug Thug. Bug Thug.

It's working!!!

[SNEEZES]

I win again, John.

My far superior badminton skills make it so

difficult to find an equal partner.

Care to join me while I adjourn to the indoors?

Uh. Your hair smells pretty.

[VIOLIN MUSIC]

So now I have to listen to Ludvic Van-loser Manoir

t*rture her violin strings?

No bug thug is worth this!

Hey Angela, what are you doing up there?

I'm waiting for you to give me a Bug Thug.

What bug thug?

[GROANS]

Oh, hello, Angela.

Are you gathering acorns or building a nest?

Actually, I was just leaving.

That's a relief, seeing as John and I are late for the

Bug Thug Club, a very exclusive club of which

I am the founder and president.

And Secretary of Stupidness.

But wait a minute, Nanette.

How come I get to go- I don't got a Bug Thug?

Now you do. Coming John?

You did it Johnny!

You got me a bug thug.

Uh, actually.

You're keeping it?!?

I didn't know it'd be so funny.

Take a picture, it lasts longer!

Now Johnny Abatti's caught the bug thug craze too?

This has gone too fa - Aaaaaugh!

So, all my creepy-crawly friends want to go to the

Bug Thug Club, eh?

Well I am thinking that I may just crash your party!

"I hope you don't mind me 'dropping in',

I will say.

But who am I, you ask?

I, the Babbling Crusader, will defeat Nincom-pupae and

break the bug thug spell that has hold of this town,

on account of this craze has gone too far past far enough!

Chicka-chahhhh!

"Help me, Help me," you will whine,

"The Babbling Crusader is threatening to take away my

bug thug kingdom which I deserve to lose because I

was selfish and bought out the entire store!"

"Sorry, Little Girl" I will heroically tell you,

"I cannot help you out, on account of the babbling

crusader is a sworn enemy to evil Super-Villain

Nincom-pupae, who did I mention, is evil?"

"Back you insipid insects, you horrible hornets,

you miserable mosquitoes," I will warn.

Oh no!

The evil Nincom-pupae is fighting back with her evil

mind- control violin.

Must not listen!

Chacka-chacka-boom-bye-byeI

"So long, Nincom-pupae," the Babbling Crusader will say,

"the party's over for you."

"Thank you, oh brave and brilliant Babbling Crusader!

For breaking the bug thug spell and saving us from the

Evil Nincom-pupae.

But we must know your true identity."

"No can do, my adoring crowds" I will say,

"For Angela Anaconda - I mean, The Babbling Crusader

has other rights to wrong!

Sleep well, Tapwater Springs,

I shall never be far away."

The brainwashed bug thug club needs my help!

Hello Bug Thug Club people.

I have come to put a stop to the crazed bug thug craze!

I say that enough is just about enou -

Uh. Hmmm, that was easy.

I guess you didn't get the memo.

Bug th*gs are passé.

What? Since when?

Since five minutes ago, when we voted on it.

Rainblow Sparkle Gum is now "le boom,"

which, in case you didn't know, is French for "the b*mb."

I guess you're right, Ninnie Poo.

Your gum really is "le BOOM!"

My work here is done.

Today is the most boring Sunday of any Sunday ever.

I am so bored that I am playing with toys I haven't

even seen since I was two.

[doorbell rings] I'll get it!

Grandma Lou!

Hey there, Angie-Pangie!

Come give yer grannie a big ol' squeeze!

Grandma Lou is my favorite!

And my favorite thing about her is that I am her

favorite too!

Mom? What a surprise!

How are ya, son?

Hi-de-h*, Gen honey!

I know I shoulda phoned ahead,

but I had to move fast.

Y'see, my pet gator Barney went and ate Sheriff Boone's

prize hound dog.

Need a place to lie low for a spell,

till things cool off.

B'sides, high time I saw my favorite grandkids again!

Angela, and where's that namesake of mine,

little LuLu?

Oh, there you are, Gator-bait!

Dang- nation, you're a cutie!

Oh, and of course- Um, Uh, the boys.

Derek and Mark.

It's great to see you, Mom.

Why don't we get you settled in?

You can stay with me in my room with me!

That'd suit me fine.

Oh, I think you'd be more comfortable in the guest

bed in Baby LuLu's room.

Yeah, and uh we can wheel the baby's crib in with you,

Angel-wings.

So now to make up for Mom's idea that was bad,

I am making up my own idea that is good.

Aw, c'mon, King, do what you always do.

Good girl!

And now for the feather trick.

Stop laughing, baby lulu! This is serious!

[SNEEZES]

That's better!

Mom, I think Baby Lulu is sick!

Oh, my! She's all flushed and clammy.

[SNEEZES]

King too?

That does it, Mom.

We can't have any one exposed to all these germs, oh!

You take Angela's bed and we'll set up a cot

next to you for her.

Angel-wings, will you grab Grandma's suitcase?

I'd be dee-lighted!

Is Sheriff Boone really on your trail?

Want me to keep a lookout in case he tracks you down?

Ah don't worry, honey.

That man couldn't find his own keister with a compass.

Oh, my Barney.

I just love that gator.

I like to feel at home.

I know how that is, Grandma Lou,

on account of I always sleep better looking up at my own

personal autographed picture of Astronaut-

What were you sayin', Angel-Fish?

Oh, nothing.

I ever tell ya how I hooked this little feller?

Here comes one of Grandma Lou's stories,

which my dad says are larger than life on account of she

has lived a life larger than anyone has ever lived!

Grandma: Well, it was the hurricane of ',

and there I was in a little fishing boat off the Florida

Keys with Ernie Hemingway.

Then there was ol' Mungo, Barney's dad.

Meanest dang gator that ever drew breath.

Didja know some snakes have armpits?

Grandma, I've got school tomorrow so maybe we should-

School. Yeah, we had a school in the swamp once.

I ever tell ya?

Teacher got bit by a water moccasin and that was

the end of that, heh.

[SNORES]

Grandma?

Yaaaah-!

Ah, what is it, Possum?

Aw, that's just Ol' Hickory, you know him.

Barney's dad, Mungo, got my real one, remember?

Yeah, but I've just never seen Ol' Hickory

without the rest of you.

Welp, can't sit here admiring him all day.

Promised I'd take you to school.

So c'mon, let's saddle up!

Once I got ol' Mungo in the hammer-lock he simmered down

pretty quick.

Of course I still hadn't figured out why I couldn't

feel nuthin' in my left leg.

Oooh!

Welp, so long, Swamp Buddies.

See ya back at the ranch, Griddle Cakes.

She embraces life with a gusto most of us can only

dream about.

Tres amusing, if you like people who are incredibly

gauche, which is French for - Um -

Left.

As in, I'm certainly glad she left.

If there is someone who should have left it is you,

Nanette Manoir!

I'm on your side, Angela Anaconda.

Even we Manoirs have our share of embarrassing

poor relations.

You've got to be careful or they'll try to move in

permanently.

She's not a poor relation, she's Grandma Lou!

And she's just here on a visit.

A short visit.

Just in time, Angie-Pangie!

Get on in here, my favorite show's on!

I'd like to, Grandma.

But I promised Johnny Abatti I'd play human cannonball

and then we're gonna go-

Ah, heck, you can do that any ol' time.

But it ain't every day they got the Senior Dog-Racing

Circuit on the TV!

TV: ...and now they slowly round the far turn,

with Snaggle-Tooth, the wily veteran,

creeping up on the outside.

Is this in slow motion???

[LAUGH]

That's a good one.

You're watchin' some of the finest racing dogs ever.

Least they were in their day.

How many days ago was that?

And now it's Old Mill Stream inching away from the pack.

Ahhhh!

You know the one thing sharks can't abide?

Pecan pie.

Know how I know that?

Well, I'll tell ay.

So even though I love my Grandma Lou,

something has got to give, and now I am thinking that

something will be my cot.

Sleep tight, Angel-Fish.

Aww, it broke.

Guess I'll have to get my bed back and Grandma will

have to sleep with Baby LuLu after all!

Fraid we can't do that. LuLu's still sick.

[SNEEZES]

Oh, no! She's really sick for real now?

No problem.

We'll just bunk together, won't we, Angie-Pangie?

You an' me an'- Ol' Hickory!

[SNORING]

So even though my Grandma Lou and me have always been

close, now I am thinking that maybe we are

a little too close.

First, I will think that maybe Grandma Lou and I

could use a little fresh air.

And a little elbow room, or in her case -

a little LEG ROOM!

So I will give her some space,

on account of I have heard that outer space is awfully

nice this time of year.

Have fun but don't hurry back.

Wha? Back so soon?

Maybe a cruise would cure your blues.

Bon voyage!

Uh-oh!

Looks like I'm coming along for the ride!

Oh no, Grandma Lou!

You look all worn out.

What you need is a vacation from your vacation.

Uh oh!

Or maybe a date with your good friend - SHERIFF BOONE!

"Grandma Lou, come out with your hands up and leave that

poor girl alone," Sheriff Boone will say.

"You're driving her crazy!"

Phew!

And now for some peace and quiet.

Noooooo!

Okay, that does it!

It is time for me to do what a kid who loves her Grandma

should have done a long time ago-

Grandma Lou: Rise and shine, Angie-Pangie!

Yer Grannie's got another surprise fer ya.

It is time for me to HIDE!!

Ahhh!

Uh, uh, hey, this isn't the bathroom!

Grandma Lou?? What are you doing?

I'm headin' back to face the music.

It ain't that I don't love ya to pieces, honey -

but it's time yer Grandma Lou was goin' home.

Swamp's where I belong.

And these suburbs give me cabin fever.

Yeah but-

Now, now, it ain't forever.

Ain't like the time I left the circus.

You were in the circus??

Sure was.

But I got miles to motor 'fore I see my Barney's

smilin' face, heh.

So we'll save it till next time, okey-doke?

S'long, son.

Gen honey.

Little LuLu.

Goodbye, um, boys.

Well, time to ski-daddle.

Yep, there goes my favorite grandma that I am very

attached to, and my favorite wooden leg

that is very attached to her.

♪