We're going to the cometorium.
We're going to the cometorium!
Oh, isn't this exciting, Chicken?
Yeah, I'm tubed out of my shorts.
We're going to the cometorium...
We're basically here.
Kids, this is Mr. Ivan Pantsed, noted Cosmetologist.
Hello, ladies! Ivan Pantsed, here.
But you won't hear me complain.
Walk this way.
Billions and billions of years ago, a comet hit the earth,
flattening cavemen and women,
and dinosaurs, into pancakes!
This is kinda cool!
I just love pancakes!
Especially blueberry!
Mr. Pantsed?
A comet could not smash us into pancakes again, could it?
Of course it could, Cow!
But we now have the technology to know days in advance,
so we have plenty of time... to panic!
This field trip bites wind.
This is it, dear!
Drive it home, Dad!
Dammit!
Stupid uncool field...
"Dad's ball".
Dad's ball gives me an idea.
It's all right, ladies.
No comet's gonna smash us flat any time soon.
And for the small nominal fee -
of fifteen bucks apiece -
you can all take a quick lookie-loo through the telescope!
This oughta liven things up a little.
U no memento, Ben,
while I focus this so you ladies will get your money's worth.
Kinda looked like a comet.
Comet!
It's gonna smash our butts!
I take that back. It's going away.
Danger's over.
It's coming again!
No, it's going away again.
It's coming again!
It's going! It's coming!
Going, coming!
Dammit! Make up your mind, comet!
Oh, Grandma!
We're all dead meat!
Now, that's a field trip!
Now, where did that evil golf ball go?
With only one day left before "Dad's Ball Comet"
flattens us into pancakes,
people all over are doing things they've always wanted to do.
Today, a man married himself.
| do!
And I've always wanted to do... this!
Look at me! I'm wearin' a weenie suit!
Chicken saves the day!
What y'all makin', Chicken?
Is it not oblivious, Flem?
I am making Comet Protection Devices.
Five bucks. Each.
We are safe!
Yeah!
Dad's Ball Comet ain't gonna smash us with these unden/vear on our heads!
I am gonna be rich.
Do those things really work, Big Brother?
Hey, don't be an idiot, Cow!
They're Mom and Dad's old undervvears.
I do not want to be flat!
Geez!
There, there, Cow.
I'll sell you one for half price.
Oh, Big Brother!
Oh, you are so good to me!
What ya doin', Cow?
This is for posterior!
I am making a time capsule, so when we are extinct,
people will know there was once a little cow who lived here.
Good-bye, Crabs, The Warthog Doll.
Good-bye, Pile, The Beaver Doll.
Adieu, Manure Bear.
Here is some milk for your trip through eternity.
COW!
There ain't no comet!
I stuck one of Dad's golf balls in front of the telescope!
Forgive me!
Shame on you, Chicken!
You'd better go remove that ball right now!
Or we'll tar and unfeather you!
Basically.
Okay, okay.
Geez. What's the matter?
Can't you peoples take a little joke?
Refund!
What's that, Mister Left Hand?
You hope that mean old comet is gone?
See? It was just a prank!
Another comet's coming!
Look!
It's coming toward us. Good-bye!
Hey, look, everybody!
Chicken caught the comet!
Why, you're not a big fat liar after all, Chicken!
You're a big fat hero!
I know I should have saved one of those Comet Protection Devices for me.
My ball!
Dad?
Oh, Dad! That was so manly!
A chicken in one!
Manly, yes. But I like it, too!
You know, sometimes I question their sanity.
Mom says you gotta play with me.
Wanna play mock kiddie bass?
Mom? May I please kill Cow?
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!
Oh, you're a great cook, Weasel.
What do you call the meat?
Greg. I call the meat Greg.
So, Mike, do you enjoy your work as a cartoon executive?
Yeah. Most of the time.
But sometimes my tongue starts to the new shows over and over again.
See?
Looks like an occupational hazard.
A milk toast, Mike, to your continued success.
Success.
Idiot Weasel.
Wild party noise wakes up LR. Baboon from beauty sleep.
Noisy!
Stupid pothole could injure LR. Baboon!
Broking foot!
Helping me!
That sounds like my neighbor, LR. Baboon.
Oh, you mean that man who parked his trailer on your property?
He can't help it. He's an idiot.
And he needs help.
Broking foot!
Mike, call an ambulance!
Baboon, I am a doctor.
Does this hurt? No.
Quick!
Ambulance to |.M. Weasel's on Mulhullond Drive.
Baboon down!
Broken foot!
No.
Broken foot!
The baboon says his foot is broken, yet both feet are fine.
I know, I'll bet my butt he's broken his Phantom Foot!
|.R. broken foot!
This is serious!
You'll need a specialist.
You've broken your Phantom Foot.
You see, we're all born with phantom appendages.
That's why I invented these Phantom Glasses.
With these, you can clearly see one's phantom limbs.
Is Weasel seeing |.R.'s broking foot?
Something like that.
Here, see for yourself.
How come Weasel have bigger Phantom Foot than LR. Baboon?
Hello!
Oh, so the poor baboon has broken his Phantom Foot!
I'm Dr. Clearbottom, Phantom Doctor.
Well, let me fix you up!
Better?
Why do Phantom Foot hurting LR. Baboon?
I'll tell ya why!
The Phantom Foot, by Dr. Clearbottom.
Fetching!
Ladies, welcome to the wonderful world of Phantom Feet.
When an individual loses an arm or a leg,
he can still feel that it is there.
In fact, it still is there!
But in Phantom form!
Excuse me, Mr. Pirate,
could you help me with the "demonstracion"?
Through the miracle of Kirlian Photography,
we can see the Phantom Limbs of this pirate.
Lovely, isn't he?
The End.
|.R. understanding now.
I'm writing you a Phantom Prescription
for a special Phantom Orthopedic Shoe.
Come on, Baboon, take it!
That'|| be five hundred dollars for my services.
Is anybody being here?
Hello!
It's me, your Phantom Orthopedic Shoe Salesman!
To the measuring room!
This won't hurt.
Me.
I have your size right here.
Oh, a lovely, lovely choice, ma'am.
That'|| be one million bucks!
But LR. Broke.
No! This all Weasel's fault!
Well, you should sue this Weasel.
And I know a Phantom Lawyer who can help you!
Red Clearbottom, Phantom Lawyer at your service!
We're going to sue the pants off of that Weasel!
Mr. Weasel?
The people at the next table want to see
if you know the answer to the meaning of life?
Why, certainly, my good waiter.
The meaning of life is a number.
And that number is... one.
LR. Baboon must subpoena weasel so I can sue his butt!
What's this, LR. Baboon?
You're suing me?
You and your good Mr. Weasel.
You, Mr. Pothole!
LR. Seeing you in court!
Today's case against everyone's favorite weasel
will have an impact on Phantom Limb Cases throughout the land.
Hello, Judge!
I am going to prove that this Weasel conspired to lure my client,
an ignorant baboon,
over to his house with the sole intent
of breaking |.R.'s Phantom Foot!
Judge, I have evidence that Red Clearbottom
is actually the one to blame.
Exhibit A... this Phantom Video Tape.
My closed circuit Phantom Camera, that I invented,
captured these images of the actual Phantom Pothole Digger!
I find Red Clearbottom guilty!
Pay this Baboon ten million dollars!
Guard, take him away!
I guess LR. Baboon should thanking Weasel.
What can LR. Do for repaying?
|.M. Weasel, Attorney at Law.
|.M. Weasel got me ten million.
Oh, tell me about it.
Gratuitous moral!
Crimes doesn't pay.