<| don't know!>
<| don't think so!>
No!
< Put that down! Down!>
Dumb Cow!
<And not a minute too soon!> <'Cause it's Halloween!>
<Time to get into your costumes!>
Halloween crept up on me this year!
Now, what am I gonna be?
I'm going to be a fairy princess!
Shut up, 'Cow Princess'!
I am tr yin' to figure out what to be for Halloween here.
<Call me on the Halloween Hotline!>
<Whatever! Just call this number! >
<And it's only three-ninety-nine...>
I guess I'm gonna be a human being.
I want to be a human being, too!
Okay, then!
First, I will need human undervvears.
I'm allergic to plaid.
How'd Mom's stuff get in here?
I'll take that.
Oh, lookie big brother! They just fit!
Oh, you look mighty handsome, Sir.
Well, you don't look so bad yourself, Senorita.
Trick or treat!
How dare you!
A grown man and woman Trick or Treating!
Freaks!
I'll get it, mother!
Yeah, what?
Trick or treat!
Candy. Right.
A grown man and woman!
When I was a kid, they forced us to wear costumes for Halloween!
No costumes, no candy!
No costumes?
What the heck do you think this is?
Maybe our costumes are too good.
Trick or Treat.
Adult Trick or Treaters?
I admire your spunk!
Like your style!
You people are real go-getters!
Come to my office tomorrow!
Let's talk business!
I don't need no job!
I need candy!
I think I'm going to starve to death!
Hey, don't get your udder in a knot here.
Let us try another house.
I wonder who lives here?
Yes?
Trick or Treat!
Well, if it isn't ultra normal man, and ultra normal woman!
The unemployment office is around the corner.
This is the worstest Halloween ever!
It's all his fault!
So, you're not a grownup after all!
You're a juvenile chicken delinquent!
Well, maybe a little discipline will stop your masquerading ways!
Big brother, are you okay?
Help me, Cow!
Chicken?
Super Cow, al rescate!
I'm going to punish this naughty chicken
by washing his mouth out with soup.
Don't you mean "wash my mouth out with soap?"
Soap?
Oh, even better!
Wait right here, Miss!
While I go get my toilet brush!
Super Cow?
Stand back, or |'||...shoot?
Deja mi hermano!
Dead Coast is toast!
Feathers!
Honey, have you seen our children?
- Cow and Chicken? - Yes.
I'm afraid I haven't, Momma.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, Dad.
I'm being milked and feathered!
All out of feathers, aye, Chicken?
Too bad you can't lay eggs and throw those.
I'll do anything you want!
Just don't squirt me anymore!
You'll do anything?
Trick or Treat.
What darling costumes! Here's some candy!
Hey, thanks, Dead Ghost.
Gracias... Real nice kids.
This turned out to be the best Halloween ever!
"You must be this tall to ride."
Dang! I'm too short!
This is great! Right, Chicken?
Yeah, great. I'm havin' the time of my life!
You don't need pants for the victory dance,
'cause Baboon's better than Weasel.
I.R. Baboon's a big star cartoon.
I. M. Weasel!
I.R. Baboon reigns king of his line,
he's just a baboon with a wiggle behind.
But round every comer he's likely to find...
I. M. Weasel!
Hey, Loulabelle?
Let's do something different today.
Does this involve a piggy back ride?
Today, Loulabelle, we will do what Quantum Physicists do...
concoct life.
Weasel!
Seeds O'Life!
Just add DNA.
Care to make a donation, Loulabelle?
Into the petri dish.
And voila'!
Hey! Lookie! Life!
I know a very special Weasel who deserves a piggy back ride for this!
Very well, if you insist.
Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Yah!
Why Weasel always get the piggy back ride?
LR. Deserving to get piggy back ride from pretty lady!
LR. Concocted life, too!
Moving it, puss cat! LR. Need Peter Dish.
Seeds O'Life!
Just add DNA.
Shin.
Stir!
Pour!
LR. Have concocting life!
Beating it, Weasel!
|.R. concocting life!
Sea monkeys. Cute.
Get up.
Get off my back! Monkey!
Baboon.
Congratulations, Mr. Baboon.
You've concocted life.
You now have a tremendous responsibility
and must tend to your people as they evolve.
LR. Not need for you telling me what do.
You're the connector.
It would not be proper for me to meddle in your affairs.
My little weasels are evolving quite quickly.
Let I see how is doing tiny weenie baboons.
Blessing their hearts.
They is fine.
How can stupid puny weasels evolve faster than tiny baboon?
Well, let's have a look-see.
They seem have gotten sniffing down.
They having cars now?
See what tiny baboons do, smarty decks weasel.
- They discovering something? - Yes.
Knocking each other over the head.
They're created primitive music.
Is that crime?
Why not LR. Baboon's world evolving?
Good question, Mr. Baboon.
It is surprising your people haven't figured out fire yet.
LR. Know! LR. Introducing fire!
No!
Those micro baboons may be primitive,
but they are still human beings.
What wrong with you?
Say you sorry, pet boy.
Sorry, tiny baboons.
You thinking you so smart.
My world should be greatness!
My world only should be needing...
LR. Know what baboon world needing!
LR. Introducing war!
Tiny baboons! Shall be greatness!
No!
You embarrass I!
Weasel. Look!
Baboon world will destroying idiot weasel world!
Then LR. Baboon be Queen.
Time for destroying, Tiny Baboons.
Baboon!
That weapon will never fire outside the baboon litter box.
It will destroy them all.
See my computations.
At the current angle of trajectory,
their projectile will crash right back down on top of them.
You're just jealous that my world destroy yours!
<My world kill your world, Weasel!>
Listen to me.
The baboons of Baboon World are going to destroy themselves.
You must help them, for you are Weasels!
|.M. Weasel!
What we do?
LR. Sorry.
Apology accepted.
Let this be a lesson to both of us.
Let's see how our concoctions are doing today.
I believe they've cross-pollinated.
Yes!
They've become Wa-boons and Bab-easels!
This is so wrong.
Baboon? You and I must never marry.
You having deal. Just good friends.