Good morning, staff!
It's me, your boss.
I hope you all slept well last night and had a yummy breakfast.
'Cause there's no lunch break today!
Back to work you worthless worms.
More pressure!
Come on, ladies! Put some more muscle into it!
I said red! Not blue!
More disc-shafts, por favor!
More doe-dads!
More steam!
You're fired!
What are you lookin' at?
Get back to work!
Work faster!
Faster!
Faster, faster, faster!
Faster!
Dang.
Your attention, ladies!
Don't forget the surprise party tonight for our favorite boss.
Me!
Eight p.m. sharp. Right here in the conference room.
And don't forget the presents.
Over and out!
A birthday boy add one more year.
Oh, birthday boy with a big fat rear.
Oh! A birthday boy with one more year.
Birthday boy at one more year-year-year-year-boy.
A birthday birthday... Yeah.
Oh, the guests will be barging in any second!
Barge on in, guests.
Oh, did I hear something?
Hide! Hide!
Surprise!
Oh, I don't believe it!
Oh, I had no idea!
Happy Birthday, Boss!
For me?
Oh, you shouldn't have.
It's something you've always wanted.
What is it?
A Manure The Bear Doll!
Would you care for a sodie pop?
It's a little early.
Oh, go on, go on, Biflhday Boy!
Sodie POP?
Diet? Sure!
Why don't I get my camera?
Everybody ready? Say cheese!
What is going on?
Oh birthday boy add one more year!
Oh birthday boy with a big fat rear!
Oh, you shouldn't have.
Yay! Oh, Ya!!!
Oh, birthday boy add one more year!
Oh birthday boy with a big fat rear!
Almost time for work!
Before I go, I would just like to thank...
you all!
I don't deserve friends like you!
Bottoms up!
Perhaps I've been wrong all these years treating my workers like mules.
Maybe I'll turn over a new leaf.
Maybe not!
Get to work, you worthless bunch of slugs!
I would personally like to thank Cow and Chicken for...
giving me the opportunity for this tour de force, one man show.
Mean it. Thanks!
Ninety-nine, one-hundred.
You know, a lot of people ask me,
"Cow, how do you keep your muzzle so soft and supple?"
Well, first I slather mayonnaise all over myself every night
so I will be soft and kinda pinkish.
And it makes my pin hairs stand out.
And pickle slices are a must for my beauty sleep.
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!
Toe nail, toe nail on my toe,
don't you wish your name was dough?
|.R.'s so exciting!
|.R. getting very first license!
Get off my back, monkey!
Off I get, if you want, woman big as elephant.
Next.
Are you next?
No. LR. Baboon.
LR. Here (or “sense, ma'am.
Little squirrel so big as ham.
Well, come along then.
Well, shall we begin, Mr. Baboon?
Show me a stop, please.
Mr. Baboon, before we begin, what do we always do first?
|.R. knowing that one!
Adjust the mirror, fasten seat belt, butt warmer on!
Good enough, Mr. Baboon. Let's begin.
Sorry.
- Prepare to... - Signaling before turn.
Signals with butt watch for much!
Okay. Signal right.
Signal right takes half a sight.
Signal left with lots of cheek.
Signal right, |.R. no freak.
Watch out!
Dive, dive, easy as pie.
Old lady, old lady, she is not afraid y.
What's the deal with this rhyming monkey?
|.R. rhyming all the timing.
|.R. poet and |.R. know it!
Just be quiet and drive, monkey.
How do we safely deal with a bug on the windshield, Mr. Baboon?
Good gravy!
I strongly suggest you get back in the driver's seat.
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Hey!
Mr. Baboon, this is not California.
Moving car, head like jar!
Shut up, ape!
Oranges and flowers, buy some and go.
Oranges and flowers.
Oh, a poem.
"Oranges is orange, flowers is sweet.
|.R. Baboon say you got smelly feet."
Tender.
Orange for you, Mister Poo?
No... problem-o!
Lug nut, lug nut, |.R. have big red butt!
Fixing flat is what I do.
Now I done. Your name is Sue.
|.R. thinking never see, pretty something like a tree.
Love is like road going in two directions.
What they doing?
Bubbly, bubbly on the car, make it so, |.R., don't say far!
Yeah. My sticky candy stick in teeth like sticky stuff.
Is it time to think about teeth?
Mr. Baboon!
Oh, my-
Going up like a bee in the sea.
I am sorry, Mr. Baboon. You failed.
You can't qualify for a driver's license in this state.
You was giving |.R. test for driving license?
|.R. come to get poetic license.
Poetic license?
Weasel, Weasel, burning bright.
Nurse?
Help!
Nurse!
Furry tale and candy eyes, something something Weasel pies!
Happy to you, |.R. say happy to you.
Okay, you pass!
Here's your license! Just leave me alone!
But |.R. having more! Listen!
Weasel, Weasel, you is small.
You is about one feet tall.