04x03 - Take Us Out To The Ballgame

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful day ♪

♪ To have a little fun
The Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

♪ There's lots to do at Granny's house
Games to play and ba*ls to bounce ♪

♪ Let's jump and slide
And holler "hooray!" ♪

♪ Sylvester, Bugs, and Daffy
Taz and Lola too ♪

♪ Tweety's such a sweetie ♪

♪ Now all we need is you ♪

♪ Hey there, everybody
It's a Looney-ful day ♪

♪ To play the Baby Looney Tunes way ♪

Oh, boy.

We're going
to our first baseball game today.

It's gonna be so much fun.

I can't wait to see the Mid-City Roosters.

My favorite team,

with my favorite player
Home Run Winkowski.

Well, I can't wait to eat hot dogs

and ice cream, cotton candy,
french fries, peanuts.

Taz love peanuts.

Ehh, what's that you're
holding there, Lola?

I have all the Rooster players listed here

with all their batting averages
and statistics and stuff.

But where's
Home Run Winkowski on that list?

Well, he's down here at the bottom.

It's been a long time
since Home Run's last home run.

And he's due for a big hit.

Looks like we're gonna be overdue
for the big game too.

Where's Floyd?

-[car horn honks]
-Yippee!

Floyd's here.

[all] Yes.

The ballpark express is ready to roll.

Okay, little ones, let's go.

You don't want to be late
for your first baseball game.

[all chattering]

[Tweety] Bye-bye for now.

Hop in, kids, and I'll buckle you up.

Excuse me, Floyd, but ducks don't hop.

It's just an expression, Daffy.

It's fun to ruffle his feathers.

Ehh, Floyd doesn't have feathers, Daffy.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Bugs,
it's just an expression.

Now whose feathers are ruffled?

-Oh, boy.
-I'm sorry

I can't go with you to the game, Floyd.

But I've got to re-brick the patio.

I'm sure you'll have a great time
at the ball game.

Well, you know, Granny,

organized sport is a complicated
and pervasive social phenomenon

with many inter-connected
dimensions and expressions.

I've always felt
that the potential baseball

possesses for meaningfully
impacting society in general,

and children in particular,

goes far beyond
our conventional understanding of it.

[all snoring]

Well, at least I won't have to worry
about the little ones missing their naps.

[crowd cheering in distance]

[all laughing]

Boy, we sure had to park far away.

Yeah. I hope we make it
before the game starts.

No problem.

We got exactly 22 minutes
to get into the stadium,

buy some snacks, and get to our seats.

Plenty of time.

[Floyd panting]

I guess we were farther away

than I thought.

[announcer] Welcome to today's game

between the Capital Sanders

and your Mid-City Roosters!

-Boy.
-Let's have fun.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Sorry. Excuse me.

[all] Ooh!

-[Sylvester] Let's eat.
-One for you.

One for you. Here you go.

One for you. One for you.

-One for you.
-Taz like.

Wowie. [grumbles indistinctly]

Hmm.

I can't believe
I'm in a real live Roosters' game.

Oh, look. The crowd's doing the wave.

[all] Ooh.

Say, what's the big idea?

Come on, Roosters, let's score some runs.

Ehh, Lola,
I don't see Home Run Winkowski playing.

I told you, he's sort of in a slump.

But he's due.

[umpire] Strike three.
You're out of there.

-Aw, shucks. Three outs.
-[crowd booing]

Come on, coach, put in Home Run Winkowski.

Hey, hot dogs. Get your hot dogs here.

Get them while they're hot.

-Juicy, juicy hot dogs.
-Hey. I'll take a hot dog.

Taz, pass this money down
to the hot dog vendor.

[vendor] Here you go, kid.

Taz love baseball.

[grumbles indistinctly]

Come on, Rooster Boosters, let's hear it.

We are roosters through and through!

Roosters Boosters, c*ck-a-doodle-doo!!

[crowd] c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

Wow, that guy's great,
even if he is just a rooster.

Gee, I sure am hungry.

Nuts. Get your peanuts here.

Oh, hey. Yeah. Peanuts.

Over here. Peanuts.

You got it, pal.

Peanuts.

Taz want more.

-Peanuts. Peanuts.
-Get this guy off of me!

Taz. Come back here.

Kids, stay in your seats.
I'll be right back.

Come back. Taz!

Oh, well. What do you think about
this next Rooster Booster batter, Lola?

He's okay.

But he's no Home Run Winkowski.

Hey, coach, put in Home Run Winkowski.

[groans] The coach isn't listening to me.

Well, it can't be
because he doesn't hear you. Ooh.

We are Roosters through and through!

Roosters Boosters, c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

Well, the guy's good,
but he's not that good.

-I mean, I can do better than that.
-[mascot] Come on, g*ng.

-Let's have fun. Hit a home run. Get away!
-Okay, Mr. Rooster, you can take a break.

Let a real performer take over.

Hey, everybody, get a load of this cheer.

Roosters, Roosters, they're no chicken.

Roosters, Roosters, slick, slick, snicken.

[snoring]

Come on. You know, slick, slick, snickens?

Oh, well. At least they didn't boo.

[crowd] Boo!

Taz love...

Whoa!

Taz, give that beach ball back.

Come on, Roosters.
We've gotta get some runs.

Strike three. You're out of there.

Strike three? He's out?

Ah, come on, ump.

Whoa, take it easy, Lo.

It's just fun being at the game, right?

It would be fun
if they were winning the game.

Come on, coach, put in Home Run Winkowski.

She may be little, but she sure can shout.

Okay, everybody, let's hear it.

We want a pitcher, not a belly itcher.

We want a pitcher, not a belly... itcher?

[snoring]

[groans] Tough crowd.

The Roosters are losing
and it's their last time at bat.

If they don't get a hit,
they're gonna lose for sure.

Listen to me, coach.

Put in Home Run Winkowski.

[groans]

I can't take it anymore.

Lola, wait.

Excuse me, coach,

but you really need to put in
Home Run Winkowski.

I know he's been in a slump,
but according to everything I know,

he's due to hit a home run.

Okay, okay!

I'll put in Winkowski,

if for no other reason
than to keep you quiet.

Hey, Home Run, you're up!

[announcer] Now batting for
the Mid-City Roosters, Home Run Winkowski.

-All right. Come on, Home Run.
-[crowd cheering]

I know you can do it. Hit a homer.

This is great.

[dramatic music playing]

If he doesn't hit a home run,
it's gonna be a long ride home for Lola.

-[bat cracks]
-Huh?

[announcer]
He did it, folks. It's a home run!

Winkowski has won the game!

Whoopie! He did it.

A home run.

-c*ck-a-doodle-doo! c*ck-a-doodle-doo!
-[crowd] c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

The Roosters win!

[rooster crowing]

I don't know how you knew Winkowski
would hit a home run, little girl,

but I'm sure glad I listened to you.

Aw, it was nothing, coach.
I know all about baseball.

Really?

Well, how would you like to be
the Roosters' honorary assistant manager?

[gasps] Me?

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
meet Lola Bunny,

the Roosters' new
honorary assistant manager.

Hello, everybody.

[crowd cheering]

Lola?

[all] Lola?

[burps]

Oops. Sorry.

Ehh, that Lola.

She sure knows
how to have fun at a ball game.

I knew Home Run Winkowski
could win the game, Granny.

I just knew it.

Yeah. And because she knew it,
the team won.

And they made her insistent mangler.

Oh. I think you mean
assistant manager, Bugs.

And that's wonderful, Lola.

So did the rest of you
little ones enjoy the game?

Oh, yes, Granny.

Daffy spent the whole time
dancing with a big chicken.

And Taz was bouncing
around like a beach ball.

Oh, my.

It all sounds like it was very exciting.

Yeah. But I think
it was too much excitement for Floyd.

-Taz love baseball.
-[snoring]

[grumbles indistinctly]

[theme music playing]