All right Agent Double-Oh-Crabs.
If you do not hand over the secret formula,
I, Double-Agent-Gold-Udder, will bury you alive!
Oh, so you won't talk, eh?
All right y! You asked for it!
Oh, my stomachs are grumbling.
Oh, it can mean only one thing... dinneflime!
Time to go home!
Come on, Crabs!
Oh, it is Monday night, which means my favorite meal...
Cream of Pork Butts on a Stick!
Mama's little Cow does pork butts, pork butts.
Hee-ya! Home, Crabs!
Oh, gosh, Crabs. I think I forgot how to get home.
Oh, the sun sure done went down fast!
No, don't kill us!
I——...
I am so silly. That's just a cute little old frog.
Gonna get ya! Gonna get ya! Gonna get ya! Gonna get ya!
Now, get a hold of your udders, Cow, old girl.
Those are just harmless woodland creatures.
Nobody's going to get us.
Gonna get ya! Gonna get ya! Gonna get ya!
Gotta... get...
Oh, now I've gone and done it.
I went and got us lost in this dark, hot, stinking jungle.
Then someday,
brave explorers will find our decayed, worming carcasses!
Oh, the poor, baby Crabs, relies on me, 'cause I am his Mommy.
Hey, Crabs? I know how to find our way home!
As you may well know, I was a Gorilla Scout for a whole week.
And before I was kicked out,
I learned how to navigate by using the stars!
Don't go away. I'll be back in a sec.
Behold!
A handy, dandy, star finder, scope thingie.
And yes, Crabs, we will be on our way home
just as soon as these stars staflin' to talkin'.
We are doomed.
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
I wish this rain would stop!
Oh, I am so dry and thirsty.
Oh, my udders are turning into raisins.
Water. Wa...
Oh, water!
Oh, baby! That hit the spot!
What a horrible nightmare!
Oh, jeepers, Crabs! It's getting so cold out here!
Oh, so cold. Mustn't fall asleep.
All right, maggot!
Suck in that gut, soldier!
Now go to sleep and wake up!
Sir, yes, Sir!
We're thousands of miles from home with no food or water.
We must now revert to instinctive survival techniques.
It's eat or be eaten!
Just look at this fat, juicy, millipede.
So full of life-giving protein.
Oh, pardon me, Mr. Bug, sir?
I'm terribly sorry,
but as a higher life form on the food chain,
I am forced to eat you now.
Don't hand me that food chain garbage, you cow!
You're bred for food, that's all you're good for.
Why, I've got half a mind to eat you myself!
Oh, please, Mr. Bug! Spare me!
Oh, Crabs! It's true!
I am just a big, fat, hamburger
just waiting to be eaten by some vicious beast!
I want my Mommy!
What? What was that?
It is probably a blood thirsty predator stalking me!
Ready to pounce on me!
Ruin my soft underbelly.
I have no choice! It is eat or be eaten.
Eat or be eaten! Eat or be eaten!
It is a cute little bitty squirrel!
Oh, look Crabs!
A cute little bitty friend for us to play with!
He likes us!
Chicken, honey?
Go tell your sister to come in for dinner
before the Cream of Pork Butts on a Stick gets cold.
Whatever.
Hey, Cow?
Mom says it's time to come inside for supper.
Hey, don't eat that. You'll spoil your dinner.
You had better get some psychiatric help fast, Cow!
You big-boned bovine!
Oh, Big Brother! You have come to my rescue!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
And then I finally found my way home.
Well, I guess since your backyard adventure was so harrowing,
we'll have to give you your X-Mas present early this year!
For me?
My very own Professional Jungle Guide!
Oh, just what I always wanted!
You know, Mama?
You really ought to think of mowin' that backyard sometime.
It's a jungle out there.
Hey, pardon me whilst I go and get my butt lost in our jungle here.
Sometimes I get the feelin' my family isn't not normal.
Hey, geez, Cow! You gotta get out of my tree fort.
You're gonna break it! Why?
One, it's for men only.
And B, you're a six-hundred-pound girl!
This is the happiest day of my life!
This is the flattest day of my life.
You don't need pant for the victory dance,
'cause Baboon's better than Weasel.
LR. Baboon's a big star cartoon.
I. M. Weasel!
LR. Baboon reigns king of his mine,
he's just a baboon with a wiggle behind.
But round every comer he's likely to find...
I. M. Weasel!
Will the Defendant please rise for sentencing?
Once again, you are the Defendant, Mr. Baboon.
|.R. Baboon, for the crime of being furry in public on a Tuesday,
you have been found... guilty!
By the power vested in me by the great commonwealth of Kentucky,
I hereby sentence you to ninety-nine years
in a correctional facility.
Objection!
It's all right here, Your Majesty.
This mid-evil Kentucky Law states that if the Defendant...
has a big red butt...
And the Judge is cute and fuzzy with a long bushy tail...
the judge must serve the entire sentence of ninety-nine years
with the convicted Defendant.
Preposterous, Mr. Rumpsteen!
Rumpstein.
Let me see.
"Fuzzy tail..."
"Ninety-nine-years with Defendant in correctional facility."
See? I told you so!
It appears you are correct, Mr. Rump... stein.
Steen!
It is my job to uphold all laws.
Even patently stupid laws.
So, I hereby sentence myself to ninety-nine years
to be served with Mr. Baboon in a correctional facility.
Why on earth are you wearing that horrible mouth device?
This is a correctional facility.
They're correcting my overbite.
Look!
Put it back on, man.
I wonder what correctional devices the Warden plans for us?
This are fun!
We are not here to have fun.
Now, if you will excuse me, I'd like to get some sleep.
As I'm sure we have...
a day full of back-breaking labor ahead of us tomorrow.
Goodnight, Bunk Buddy!
Sleep good!
Time to get up, Baboon.
Baboon?
Loose something?
Well, I...
Say, aren't you the Defense Attorney that put me here?
No.
I'm the Warden here!
As I recall, there are suppose to be two prisoners in this cell.
So where's your cell mate?
I am not that monkey's keeper.
I don't know where he went.
You didn't eat him, did you?
Me?
Eat baboon?
You savage!
But I...
Eating your cell mate is an infraction.
Thirty days in the box!
Oh, you're in big trouble! Big trouble!
Thirty days in there? You can't be serious.
Oh, I'm dead serious, bucko.
I'll see ya in thirty days!
This'|| teach you to eat your cell mate.
Well, I suppose I should go back to my cell.
I certainly hope I didn't eat that poor baboon.
Maybe this life of hard time has finally gotten to me!
Hello cell mate!
Baboon! What happened to your ears?
These are correctional ear muffs.
Warden giving them to |.R., 'cause |.R. is needin' corrected.
And this is correctional facility.
Typical knock-knees of a common criminal.
These correctional hot pants will have you reformed in no time.
All done!
This correctional ball cap should have you fixed in a jiffy!
Warden? I must speak with you about these correctional devices.
Sheri, fuzzy, weasel y eyes.
Classic criminal features.
You've got it all wrong!
This is supposed to be a place
to keep dangerous criminals like me off the streets!
Questioning the Warden's authority is an infraction!
Sixty days in the box!
Don't mess with the Kentucky State Correctional system.
This place desperately needs my help.
I am Weasel!
These correctional devices are inhumane.
They have to go.
Good goat cheese!
Well, maybe this correctional device ain't such a bad idea.
What an unlucky fellow.
Oh, you poor man.
Let's get that contraption off of you.
Merciful mayonnaise!
That certainly does need correcting!
A Fred Corrector?
Hello, Fred.
I certainly can't let that go uncorrected.
Still furry. Still has beady weasel eyes.
And still shod.
Where is your correctional gear?
Well, it sounded like a stupid idea, so I never put it on.
Failure to wear correctional gear is an infraction!
Six years in the box!
If that Warden was right about the other inmates,
and those stupid correctional devices,
maybe he's right about me, too.
Maybe I do need correcting.
And so you see, Baboon,
my efforts to correct this facility were sadly misguided.
Why, now that I am no longer fuzzy,
and my eyes aren't so beady,
and I am not so shod, I feel great!
Ninety-nine years in this joint might not be so bad.
At least we not getting life.
I love happy endings. Don't you agree, Warden?
Yes! Yes!