Hey! What is that sound you are makin' with your mouth, Cow?
Oh, I am whistling. Isn't it beau-moo-tiful?
Everyone can whistle, Chicken.
It is one of life's most special of gifts.
Okay.
Man! You got your germs all over it!
What are you lookin' at?
Man! Everybody can whistle but me!
Why the long pointy face?
I can't whistle.
Well, Chicken, this is your lucky day!
I'm Professor Hineybottom.
Professor of Teaching Whistling.
You could help me to whistle?
I'll teach you to whistle or double your air back!
Put this whistling suit on! Please?
Lesson one!
A whistle is achieved by forcing air
through the pucker organs located under the nose!
You mean the lips?
Lips, pucker organs, whatever!
Who's the teacher here?
Hey! Is this really a movie?
Oh, let's try something else.
You're not getting it, Sparky.
Manly, yes. But I like it, too.
I use this technique for my idiot students.
Okay! Blow!
Kind of like whistling, don't you think?
Who am I kidding?
As a whistling teacher, I'm a fat failure!
Listen, Chicken! It's simple!
You just pucker up your lips... and blow.
But Professor Hineybottom, I ain't got no lips.
I'm a chicken.
Oh, well, that leaves only one option.
Did I mention I was also a whistle surgery surgeon?
I hope my big brother is going to be okay.
Oh, if only I hadn't been whistling in front of him,
he wouldn't be facing the knife!
Oh, I wish I never whistled a day in my life!
Why was I blessed with lips?
So, how are we doing?
Oh, just fine. And how are you?
Lip surgery coming up.
Well, let's see what's in my little bucket of lips?
Fish lips!
“One!
I got one, Daddy! And I think it is a keeper!
Walrus lips!
Not walrus lips!
What? Not pleased?
Well, some people just don't appreciate true genius.
All right, let's see!
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes! Try these on for size!
There we go!
Ear wax lips!
No!
I've failed!
Oh, please, please, please! Don't sue Dr. Hineybottom.
Pretend you didn't see this.
Dr. Hineybottom?
The man who can't cry is ready for his crying surgery.
Man, I'm good.
Chicken? Not everyone can whistle.
Whistling is only one of life's greatest gifts.
There are a lot more greatest gifts.
Really? Like what?
Oh, yeah!
Well, Mama, our son isn't a complete failure.
Now I can die happy.
Dad, we are truly blessed with gifted children.
You know, people are always asking me,
"Hey, Red! How come you are so fetching?"
What can I say?
I'm slim hipped and all muscle.
And having an outtie belly button don't hurt neither!
End of beauty tip!
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!
Hello. Welcoming to Weenie Boil.
Can |.R. taking your order?
Yes, my good man. I'd like a boiled weenie, please.
It's Weasel!
Oh, |.R.'s rich idiot neighbor.
He think he so smart 'cause he having beautiful wife and childrens.
|.R. having beautiful trailer.
I'm happy for you.
This weenie's upside down.
Nice try, though.
Va mi esposo.
Hello, Conchita.
How was your day?
Oh, you know, the usual.
I solved the economic crisis in Brunei.
I cured the Pope's rickets.
And the boss put me in charge of toilet paper distribution.
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy's home!
Did you bring us something?
I got all "A's" on my report card!
What did you bring us?
Okay, okay. I brought you both something.
For you, Sandy, "The Ins and Outs of Quantum Mechanics".
Oh you're the bestest Daddy ever!
And for you, little Stevie, an Admiral Algebra Action Doll!
The co-sign of pi is the hypotenuse of the quadrilateral of F-squared.
Daddy, you're special!
Let's get ready for the barbecue!
Hey! Who are you being?
I am your wife, you ungrateful pinhead!
My Wife?
Yes! Your wife!
You don't remember me?
I slave away in front of TV all day long,
while you sit and do nothing at work!
LR. Sorry.
Waiting a minute! |.R. not having wife!
But I...
Crazy lady keeping out of |.R.'s trailer!
Weasel and Weasel wife barbecuing pork gizzards!
Oh, |.R.'s favorite food.
Oh, it is perfect oppoflunity for stealing gizzard from you wretched Weasel.
Look at me, Mom!
Good heavens!
Somebody at the butcher shop must have mixed
this filthy baboon hand in with our pork gizzards.
Excusing me.
This my filthy baboon hand.
Look, Conchita! It's our next-door neighbor.
I suppose the neighborly thing to do would be to invite our neighbor to dinner.
What say you, neighbor?
I'll take that as a "yes".
Dinner's on!
|.R. having Weasel success.
Should be |.R. married to Conchita,
and having half-baboon childrens.
Should be Weasel married to pants-less woman!
Come back and give your wife a kiss!
Weasel having twenty-four carat gold silverwares?
Using money for napi-kins?
So...
My lovely wife, Conchita here, is a world renowned investment banker.
Sandy and Stevie are both in the gifted program at school.
Hey, mister? Want to see my science project?
It's called the Atomic De-Atomicalizer!
Stevie! I thought I told you not to do that at the table!
Kids these days.
Please tell us about yourself, SeZor Baboon.
|.R. rich business type tycoon.
Your uniform would seem to indicate fast food service.
Hey! Grease stains are latest fashion!
Who are you being to judge |.R.?
|.R. having prettier wife than ugly Weasel wife.
And |.R. having three childrens smarter than stupidest Weasel childrens!
My good man.
Why didn't you tell me you had a family?
I insist that you invite them over for dessert.
|.R. being right back.
Here's your pie, boys!
Well, neighbor, your family is actually quite charming.
Your wife is a vision of beauty.
Oh, you!
And your children are so well behaved.
This is LR. Junior.
Opening wide, Enrique.
Mom? Is that monkey crazy?
The simple life.
Great daydream, Weasel.