01x60 - How Sweetie It Is

[bunniefuu]

And now what song is gonna

be?Help me! Help me! Steven,

prepare to be fish kebab.

Oh, hard to

You've tuned in to an action-packed show.

It's Rabbit Spectacular Day on Piney

Tunes. And now, I, Sir Buster

and Hottie, shall slay the evil dragon

and rescue Lady Bag.

I have it! Rabbit Day this,

Bunny Day that.

What about you, little pink Bertie Day,

huhWell, gee, sweetie, I... what's the

deal?You gotta have long ears when you're

the part of the show?I start out this

season with a contract guaranteeing

Spardom. What about that show forest?I'm

gonna take five, okay?Sure. I'm just

asking for some artistic consideration.

Is that too much?Well, sweetie, I guess

we just don't exactly know what to do

with you. Do you have any ideas?First,

I see a heartwarming tale of a helpless

baby Verdie alone in the cold, cruel

world.

I think I can. I think I can.

Who am I kidding?I know I can't.

Sorry, kiddo, it'll last to do.

If the union gets recorded this, I'm

history.

I'm so proud to be me, and

who wouldn't be?What's it, an egg?I'm

gonna be a father! Honey, you

little dickens, come look and see what

the stork left. Oh, I'm

not married.

HmmMight get some single father. Well,

but hey, it's 90s, after all.

And who better than I to teach a young

eagle what it means to be the proud

symbol of the United States

of America?No one. That's who.

Come on out, kiddo, and meet your papa.

Mama!

Son!

Daddy?Daughter?I believe there's been a

shipping error. By gum, you're a

girl! Gee... You're quick!

Yes, I am quick! I'm the...

Opare and Bald, you know! Is he

always this loud?Hey, you're kind

of puny. And you're kind of punchy.

I am not punchy. This is a solid muscle,

and you give it your best shot.

Now, the first thing you gotta learn as

an American eagle is how to fly. Let

me see how you fly.

Lady requesting clearance for takeoff.

Ah, clear. Roger!

No No no no no That's not the way

an eagle flies! You gotta use a little

base to have a sword like this!That's

what makes this land so grand. It's

easier for everyone to fly my way.

These birds. Umm

That had to hurt.

The next thing you gotta learn about

being amigo is how to catch food.

On your mark, get set,

go!

No, no, no, no, no, no Eagles don't

eat worms! Eagles eat...

salmon!

We eagles are known for our keen

eyesight. Now tell me, what can you

see?I can see why eagles are an

endangered species. Well...

I can see... I can see a tiny little

salmon way over that ridge there. I

don't see a tiny salmon. That's because

you haven't developed your eagle eye.

Yeah, I'll show you.

That salmon is right over this ridge.

Grizzly bears eat salmon too.

Now listen and I'll tell you all about

the most important day in the American

bald eagle's year. The 4th of

July. America's birthday.

A day where we pound eagles spread our

stuff against the patriotic pyrotechnic

panorama fireworks in celebration of the

great U.S. Amen! But aren't most

fireworks made overseas?Don't think

so much. Here's a sparkler. Ooh,

sweetie. Now watch closely.

Firework-shaped ears of the utmost

importance. Only train the Gulch will be

allowed to light fuses.

I'm so proud. I'm about to quest

vials! Uh-oh.

Darn! Hey, Eagle

Pop, I'm just curious. What holiday

do we celebrate that?

Thanksgiving, and I'm the Kirby.

Ew, you look a little overcooked.

That's my pop!

Welcome back to The Sweetie Show. But

it's more than a show. It's a low-time

media extravaganza. You want to pop

merchandising?Why my potential has barely

been packed. They're sweetie action

figures, sweetie cereal, sweetie

book sales, sweetie pasta goods.

Which brings me to my next series

concept. It's a heartwarming sitcom about

a helpless baby Fergie and facing the

maniacal mind of a crazy kitty.

You can come over to me.

Poor kid, yeah. I'm gonna make you a

nice warm bed and press a fireplace, and

give you all white tuna.

And all you have to do is promise to

leave the cute little birdie alone.

That's the only rule. Break it and

let you kick you out so hard that your

fanny breaks into itty bitty pieces,

okay?

Hand me a good little kitty pig while I

make some lunch. I'm doomed!

That kitty will hunt me down and gobble

me up for sure! You cats are all

alike! Boom, boom, boom, eek, eek, eek!

I might have lowered them down.

Munchtime, kitties!

Check me out, will he?Here, cute kitty,

kitty. Tuna.

Bon appetite! Come on,

my nutrition!

And I'm low in cholesterol too!

Let's do lunch.

That's it! I give up!

I'm I'm unappetizing! No, you're

not. I'm not?She just needs a little

help. Hello, sweetie.

Hello, sweetie. Have a seat. Footy's

hands are too uncomplicated. The hours

footy has less than hours' intelligence.

If you ask them to do something, they

won't. You gotta tease him and

haunt him, pound him, and

haunt him. Slide him nuts.

I'll now see that footing will go up out

of sheer spite. Thanks,

sweetie. My

pleasure!

Monosodium pyrates?Holymorphic

sodamates?Blah! You don't want to eatthis!

Oh, he's gone all to pieces.

Naughty

kitty catty eggs me! You broke your

purpose, and out you go!

That'll teach that kitty to ignore me!

Ewww, all that work gave me an appetite!

You know that rule, out you go!

Hello, all my friends. Simply hello.

Now, you know I'm not just a comedienne.

I'm hopeful a great action. Gee,

sweetie, you said. We just don't exactly

know what to do with you. Good luck,

Babs. Yeah, then you said, Gee,

sweetie, do you have any ideas?

I could play the classics!Bird

girl about to trance. I'm innocent!

To k*ll a mockingbird.

But perhaps my best word would be in

Edgar Allen Poe's classic poem, The

Raven.

Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary over many

a quaint and curious volume of forgotten

lore, while I nodded, fearing and

lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,

as of someone gently rapping, rapping at

my chamber door. Is some visitor,

I muttered. Only this and

nothing more. Ah,

distinctly I remember it was in the bleak

December, and each separate dying

ember wrought his coat suit upon the

floor.

Deep into the darkest fearing, long I

stood there wondering, fearing, doubting,

dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to

dream with w*r. Silence there,

and nothing more.

The Lord.

Back into the chamber, turning all my

soul within me burning. Soon

again I heard a tapping, something louder

than before.

Let me see, then, what their act is, and

this history explored.

'Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here

I flung the shutters. And as

many a flirt and flutter, in this sent a

saintly raven by the saintly days of

yore. Not

the least excuse did make she, as her

snow or me did shake she, quoth the

raven, Nevermore!

But no attention did she pay me, belly

growling all the way. She glittered

straight away, she opened up my icebox

door, quoth the raven, Nevermore!

Never normalize life. That's for the

winter money. It's urgent life. This, she

said, and nothing more.

I'm a happy little couch potato. I'll

just stay here all winter.

Then I realized with foreboding that this

fowl was now freeloading. So now,

I, with much frustration, clucked around

my chamber door.

And was me remarking that this fest would

come a-harking with her feathered tail of

harking in my chamber?Nevermore. That's

what he thinks! So

again I took to needing relaxation found

in reading, till the silence was then

broken by the buzzer at my door.

Who's there?I weakly uttered, as the

doorbell paused and squuttered. Next a

ghostly voice then muttered, Place some

candy grams for Lenore. Lenore?

Instantly beset with dreams of caramels,

nuts, and chocolate creams, in a fiendish

fancy through the rest of the red light

door. But my eyes met with

displeasure. There was no candy treasure,

just a little rave and saying, I ate it

all. Never more.

Maybe I should have gone to E.E. Cummings

house. So I

took to preventing my guests, so

unrelenting, from once again re-entering

my private chamber door.

AhTo let go from Lenore. I met with

much delight my true love's call on this

night. Put it through, please. I implore,

then quote the raven. Nevermore.

He's being a very poor sport.

At my door, I soundly patched,

double-barred and triple-latched. Over

there, I heard some bells and a hearty,

merry roar.

h*, h*, h*! I brought a guest to you from

Lenore. Santa!

Have you been a good little melancholy

poet this year?Yes, Santa, yes.

Well, I haven't been beating up on any

helpless little birdies, have you?

Oh, no, noWhy,

here's your present. But you have to take

good care of it. Wondering how much

did she spend she wondering, oh, what did

she send me?I attached the body paper and

tossed the wrapping on the floor. Then

closed the raven. You'll toss me

out, nevermore.

I pride myself on persistence.

The raven never quitting, still is

sitting, still is sitting by my

television, blowing on the warm and cozy

jaw. I'm gonna

stay here.

Come on! Thank you, thank you. Well, I'd

love to sit around, but I'm lunching with

Woody, Mia, Sher, Jack, and Meryl.

Ciao.

The world makes me happy. Yeah!

Now I can go on just like always.

Maybe not. I'm there! I'm there! I'm

there! This is not a pretty trend.