01x03 - Great Cop 'n Cat Chase / Milk Run Mayhem

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Who's the sassiest, frassiest, sassiest

cat?

Heathcliff! Who's

got charm?Who's got warmth?Who's got

style?You can bet he'll never get caught

in the dog catcher's nest.

Heathcliff! Who's light on his feet?A

wizard of disguise?Who'll steal a

mackerel right under your eye?Heathcliff!

Here come his friends, the trio of

Dingbat. Ohh The felfire dog.

There is the skeleton. And that

jack-o'-lantern of all trades, nobody.

It's the Heathcliff Fan Dingbat Show.

Look at those dirty windows. Nobody

can clean all those windows. You bet

I can.

Allow us to introduce ourselves.

We're a Jobs Incorporated

at your service. If

you freaks think you can clean all those

windows in one day,

you've got the job. How many

windows are there?6324.



can we

do that many in one day?Don't make no

blondes about it, Bear Rib. I'll showyou.

Cut that out, you flaky flea flicker.

We're the blessed. We're the pups. We're

the greatest with the box.

You c*ck creep.

You better be careful. If you break

one window, you're fired!

Come on, creeps. Those soap shugs look

ready. Start washing windows.

First, it must have my taste blood test.

Perfect!

Oh, my gladness. A window, and it's

dirty, too.

Good thing I changed into a blast!

Clean the window before I clean your

crock, biscuit brain.

Mind if I blarrow your sheep?

Hey, no bloody! I can't seem to wipe off

this stubborn stain. It must be

on the inside.

At your service, ladies.

We're about to break our first window.

Not if I can help it.

Perfect frame-up.

What are you creeps doing disrupting my

workers?Get out there and clean windows.

Certainly, hold this.

You've got to be careful. That first step

is a doozy. Hurry

up, you slow creeps. It's almost 5:00.

Don't worry, nobody. We'll have these

windows lost in no time flat.

You swamp-a*s-sniffing buffalo brain!

Get me off this line! Uh-oh!

I think I've done a blue-bloom!

Listen, you flea-bitten flubber! Get

yourself in gear! What have you

done to my windows?

Nothing to worry about! We're just

giving them a spooktacular sparkle!

A good ironing will make them as stiff as

a board. We'll show Mr. Pane we're

the blast window washers, dead or alive,

blah, blah!

Hold it! Oops, I think I

did it again. You creepy

canine. Get those windows back in

place, and be careful not to break

any of them. Hop to it, you creeps,

before I hop on you.

Uh-oh, it's almost quitting time. If

we're going to finish on time, we've got

to work eight times as fast. And that

means some extra helping hands. Let her

shake a leg, or a

tentacle bluster.

Great job. You've only got

five more minutes to finish the rest of

the window.

Now you've only got 4 minutes to clean

this mess up. You don't like

paned glass windows?Blow, blow.

There's only one thing to do. Spare Rib,

get the chocolate syrup.

Now, Dingbat, you licked those

windows clean. Yummy!

Chocolate just drives me!

Bananas!

Blah, blah, blah, blah!

Charge!

Great work, Dingbat! You licked the

windows clean. It was nothing, no

bloody.

Oh, finish, Mr. Pain. Oh, yeah?

See that speck?My building

isn't completely clean. I'm not paying

you creeps a single cent.

Oh, no! My building! Well,

he's got nobody to blame, uh,

but himself.

We now return with the Heathcliff and

Dingbat Shell. What

do you mean you can't deliver me any fish?

Can I help it if a certain catch steals

my fish faster than you can catch them?

He's cleaning me out. Oh, forget it. I'll

catch my own fish. Oh, I

could see it now. Blue Pacific skies,

soft balmy brazen, the tranquil

scene. Oh,

I've been needing a vacation anyway. A

fishing I will go. A fishing I will go.

Now let's see. What do we got here?Nah, I

can't use that. I don't want that. Yeah.

What was that?Just what I'm looking

for. Now I'll just step into my dressing

room. Oh, it's getting

harder and harder to

fool that fish market guy. But with my

cleverness and skill and never say die

attitude, I can do the impossible. My old

motto wouldn't recognize me in this

disguise. Hey, good day,

officer. Lovely weather we're having, huh

What do you say, Heathflip?Staying out of

trouble?Lucky guess. I'll just drop in

and snap up some of Schultz's red

snappers. Hey, what's this?Stolen

out?Gone fishing for more. Well, you

can't do this to me. I've got my rights.

Gone fishing. Directly to the sauce.

Eliminate the middleman. Not a bad

idea. Angling I will go.

Angling I will go. Angling I

will go. Uh, this is the life. Soft mommy

breeze, smooth Asia blue

waters, and no Heathcliff.

Away the anchors. Cast off the bow

line. Quarter speed ahead.

John Paul Jones. Eat your heart out.

What?Oops. Wow. I got a snake. Oh, look

at that papa.

Give up. Whoa.

Now I got you. This is a prize winner.

Heathcliff. You're expecting,

perhaps, a floropterygus, a

monopterygus, huhThat's mackerel to you.

Ow!

I must have hooked into a whole school of

them. Oh, boy, another one. And another

one. And another one. Nice mess of

fish you got there. I'm the fish and game

warden, and I got to check them for size.

Too small. Too small.

Too small, Too small, Too small, Too

small, Too small, Too small, Too small,

Too small. Appears they are all too

small. What a penny.

Too small?Too small for what?Too small

for you, Shells, but just right for me.

He did it again. But wait till next time.

I'll fix him so he'll never want to look

another fish in the eye.

A dash of pepper, some hot sauce.

Jobs of horseradish, a handful of

Chili Peppers, and available

straight to that scourge of the 70s and

fish grottos around the world. Oh, boy,

am I full. I couldn't eat another bite.

Well, maybe just one more bite.

Mm. Someone somewhere sure must

like me. Uh-oh. I smell

something fishy. Well, if it isn't your

sister lips. Hey, you're just in time for

dinner. Bon appetite!

Old Heathcliff probably thinks I'm a

monster for what I did to him.

Speaking of monsters... Oh, yeah!

Oh, no! The boat's gonna zink!

That's using the old head.

I can't give you much for that dive,

Schultz. Too much splash.

Gee, what a grouch. I'm shoving off

before you poke my poop deck.

Pips, you're a genius. High

altitude fishing. Eclip, you're a

genius. High altitude hijacking.

Too bad the little bandit's not here to

see how I've outsmarted him. I call

this snippin' a snapper. Huh

No, it couldn't be.

Oh, it's him all right. I'm getting rid

of that mackerel-moocha once and for all.

Take that! Whoops!

AndGet away, me lads! And down!

Wow. And these. Hey, shells, you're

sure trolling your way around. Yeah,

wait. They?Oh, my gosh, I threw all

my ballast overboard. Yeah!

Hope he finds fishing good on the moon.

The old neighborhood isn't the same with

old shells going. No more snitched fish.

No more outsmarting old shells. No more

clever disguises. Huh

Guess I'll stroll by the old fish market

for old time's sake.

Uh, somebody's already opened a new

business in the old fish market. What

somebody?I've opened a new business.

Mr. Schultz. Here, have a free example.

A dog biscuit?Yeah, I'm going

into the dog food business. A little out

of your line, ehFish fiend.

Ooh, boy, delicious. Oh,

no. It can't be. No, no, no, no

He can't like dog food. He's a cat!

Oh, no!

I must find a rare breed of dog or

I'll never win first prize at the dog

show. What's that?Hey,

Dingbat, have you figured out where we

are yet?Of course

I have. We're raw. Get back down here.

You're as blind as a bat.

Amazing. A vampire bat dog.

I must capture him. Hmm

Vampire dog, a scaredy cat.

Only one-of-a-kind. Deathly

afraid of garlic toast. Loves

chocolate milk bones. Now I know

exactly how to capture him. I'm certain

to win first prize.

Yummy. There's only one thing I

love better than spare ribs blown.

And that's chocolate milk blow! Help

him! No bloody, somebody!

Help! Help Hey, some creep is dognapping

our creep! Move it on him, we gotta

rescue him!

No, no A billion times, no!

No one can cage the Great Dingblast!

You'd rather I have Bruiser

convince you?

You talked me into it!

No, stop! I can't plan another

minute!Oh, what are they

doing?The poor, defenseless dingbat?Yuck!

I hate blasts! Where are your friends

when you need them?

According to my exact calculations, we

should be right under them.

Oh, what did you do?Hey,

come back!Bite

you, soggy-headed. You

saved me! You're the blessed, most

wonderful creeps in all of

Transylvania! Yeah.

Come on, you gooney goose. We're not out

of here yet. Sure we are. Freedom

is straight up.

Told ya!

Quick, into that closet.

Oh, wow, wowWhy don't

you come up and save me sometime,

blick blouser?

close your eyes, you handsome bloop, and

old peaky.

You fatty dog, you goofed it up

again. There you are. Come back here with

my vampire bath dog. Uh oh, here

they come again. Looks

like we did it. Yes! We've finally

got three da-dong-dongs!

Why?!

We now continue with the Heat Clamp and

Ding-Bat Show.

And what may I do for you, my good woman?

I'm dying for one of your chocolate

almond cream cakes with extra frosting.

OohAnd how many

layers?Oh

dear, 12

make it 3 thick layers and top it with

cherries. Dino might topped

with cherries.

Oh, excuse me for just a minute. I seem

to have a minor security problem.

I hope you like that pie, 'cause it may

cost you one of your lives. Oh, my

compliments to the chef. Uh, confectioner

par excellence. Well, I hate to eat and

run, but, uh, it beats running without

eating. It's all over for you, Cat.

You're headed for the big litter box in

the sky!

What this world needs is fewer cats.

I'll just have to do my part. Come here,

Cat. You're not fooling with your

average, mild-mannered baker, you know.

Got any final requests?Oh,

what are you doing to my...

Don't you dare harm that poor, helpless

pussycat. Well, no, of

course not. It perish the thought. Just

what are your intentions?Why, I

just wanted to feed him a nice bowl of

warm milk.

Can I help it if I'm so adorable and cute?

My Eggy will pick up the cake this

afternoon. Come here, Cliff.

Oh, brother.

Though I hate that cat, but I can't

afford to lose a customer with a solid

gold sweet tooth.

We're nearly home. Come on. If

that

kid keeps crossing my turf, I'm going to

have to take off your leash. Maybe I

should start taking karate lessons. Oh,

there you are. Would you do me a favor,

please?Run out to the bakery and take off

a triple layer double frosting almond

cream cake. That's no favor. That's a

treat that's hard to beat. And take

Heathcliff along. He just adores

bakeries. Can you dig it, Heathcliff?

A three layer double frosting almond

cream cake. A three layer double

frosting almond cream cake, huh

Well, this is our lucky day, Spike.

Aha, that dirty work of foot.

I could use a better spirit than

competition. It does wonders for my

circulation. All right, Spike, let's

go for

it. Hold it! Just remember the pecking

order around here. I always go

first. Unless it's dangerous.

Come on!

I'll have to ride shotgun on this cake

trip. here you are

reggae the world's finest cake

Wow I must have died and went to the best

part of heaven my dinners better not hear

about this thanks

okay here they come reach over and grab

the box as they walk by do you think

granny got this cake for you Heathcliff

who else granny is mad about the soft and

cuddly side of my nature she likes me

too you know ohh

Excuse me. This is a matter requiring my

immediate attention. Be careful,

Heathcliff. Here, Eggie, take the cake.

This time, we bring off a heavy

a*tillery. Try not to

embarrass me, will you, Spike?Just

go right by him at the speed of sound and

grab that big old

thing. Wow! That dumb dog's

making me look bad.

Perhaps I ought to cushion his fall.

They probably have smarter dogs at the

pound.

yeah If I was smart, I would've let you

drown. But I'm a late, nice

guy. Hey, here's Cliff.

Is the cake okay?Okay.

Ohh It's merely fantastically delicious.

Every last succulent morsel. You mean

it's all gone?What do I tell Granny?

Relax, my boy. I got that covered too.

We finally warmed down, Spike. Go

get it. It's all yours, Spike.

I couldn't eat another bite anyway. I

don't feel so hot. I I gotta lie down.

Where's the cake?Well, it sort of

got eaten up. Eaten up?But how?

Let me see. Good heavens, it's

that horrid dog stealing my poor

Heathcliff's cake.

This is the end. I'll never eat cake

again. Ohh

Heathcliff, he must be

starving. Here, go fetch him another

cake. Oh, somebody call him that.