This is a story about a family.
A normal, happy family just like yours.
Or mine.
But, like most families,
there is always one member who will bring shame
and dishonor to the fold.
Oh, I will get it!
Hello, may I help you?
Hello.
I'm your long lost cousin, Black Sheep, who's come to stay with you!
Black Sheep?
You see, my parents have gone off on their second honeymoon,
and so I'm forced to rely on the hospitality of my cousins, Cow and Chicken.
Kids? Could I have a word with you?
- Yes, Dad? - Yes, Dad?
Now listen, kids.
You two had better be careful with your cousin Black Sheep.
He's got a history as long as your intestines.
But Dad, what is it that Black Sheep has done that is so wrong?
Isn't it obvious?
He is the black sheep of the family, you know!
But Uncle... See? What did I tell you?
A trouble maker!
Well, your Mom and I are taking off on our second honeymoon!
Hey, wait up!
Don't let the Black Sheep get you into trouble!
Hey, Earl? Hey, Flem?
Guys, I'd like to introduce yous to our cousin, Black Sheep.
I'm most honored to make your acquaintance.
You know, Earl?
I couldn't help noticing how your dental contraption
truly compliments Flem's ocular accouterments.
He's making fun of me!
Hey! You can't talk to my friends that way!
Come on, guys!
We don't have to stand around being insulted by no Black Sheep!
Well, cousin Black Sheep, now you have gone and did it!
You'd better say you are sorry.
Wait! I assure you, you misconstrued!
What kind of foul language is being forced into our tender,
innocent ears by Black Sheep?
Oh, you misconstrue...
Cousin Black Sheep, aren't you ashamed of your behavior?
You must go out into the world
and do good deeds to atone for your evil ways!
And I shall go with thee, and act as thy guardian bovine.
Good gravy!
Wait till that dope O'Fannyhee gets a load of this!
Cease and desist, you scurrilous rapscallions!
It's the sheep!
Sorry, Mister Sheep, Sir.
We're bad on account of we watch too many oaf loons on TV.
I'll take that!
Now, run along or else I'll summon the authorities.
Yes sir, Mr. Sheep, Sir.
Oh, there you are, cousin.
I have been looking all over for you.
Hey, what is the spray paint for?
Unfortunately, this paint was used to paint this unsightly graffiti
which mars the beauty of our fair city.
And just look at that grammar.
What it should say is "Officer O'Fannyhee has a big butt."
All, right y, who has a blabber mouth?
Taggers, aye?
Calling all units! Calling all units!
Officer O'Fannyhee, in pursuit of dangerous vandals,
four-ten-copy-roger!
Run for your life!
That guy eats taggers for dinner!
O'Fannyhee here in pursuit of Black Sheep car thief.
Consider him hooved and dangerous.
Use extreme force.
Ten-iour-aka-niner.
Oh, look! There's another one.
I do not understand, cousin.
Why do you keep getting in so much trouble?
Throughout history,
we black sheep have endured agonizing hardship inflicted
by a harsh and distrusting world.
And yet I strive to maintain a positive,
helpful and polite demeanor at all times.
I hope that answers your question, dear cousin Cow.
Yeah. Except for one small point.
Why do you keep getting in so much trouble?
Cousin, look!
Hey! I know those guys!
It's Flem and Earl on TV!
I am speaking with two boys, Fleem and Earhole.
Boys, in your own words,
tell us of your horrifying encounter with the infamous Black Sheep!
Well, first of all, he cast dispersions about Fleem, here.
Earhole is right.
He talked a lot of dirty sheep-talk that made me cry.
That just isn't true!
How can they say such things?
Oh, dang, I'm stuck!
I've just been handed a police sketch of the alleged Black Sheep.
Parents, cover your kid's eyes.
Oh, my! What a horrible monster!
Black Sheep!
Don't worry, madame! I know CPR!
A one, and a two, and a three...
Hey! It's that creep!
Black Sheep's beating up on an old lady!
Black Sheep? The criminal?
We'll all be injured!
Don't worry, madame!
Where am I?
It would seem that you had a minor coronary,
but I administered external heart massage and saved your life.
The sheep saved my life!
Why, he's a hero!
Oh, cousin Black Sheep!
I knew you could do it!
Oh, I am so proud I could just bust!
Freeze!
Guess who's busted?
You'll do ten to twenty for heroing without a license.
Not so fast, O'Fannyhee!
No member of our family is doing no ten to twenty for being no hero!
Yeah!
If you want to take cousin Black Sheep in, you'll have to take us all in!
Yeah!
All right, back off, all of ya!
You're all under arrest for being an angry mob, without a permit.
Now, into the paddy wagon with all of ya!
It's Super Cow, don'tcha know?
Super Cow, ala rescate!
Let that man go!
O'Fannyhee isn't such a bad guy.
He's just grumpy because he's cold.
Flem, might I trouble you for your cat shaving sheers?
Sure, Pal!
Pardon me, madame, may I borrow your hair pins?
They're yours!
Merci.
Hey, check it out!
Yeah! He's shaving his hind quarters!
I always thought the farmer did that.
Now he's knitting some kind of garment!
Now, that's what I call one domesticated sheep!
Officer O'Fannyhee, as a token of the pity I feel for you,
I have made you these!
Woolen britches!
Try 'em on!
Oh, you shouldn't have.
Oh, perfect fit, don'tcha know!
And so... warm.
And they're so wonderfully itchy, too!
Thanks, Black Sheep!
I'm off to show the boys down at the station!
Well, cousin Black Sheep, you have finally proven yourself.
Yes, Sir.
You're a better sheep than I is.
Yes.
I feel that for the first time in my life,
people are looking at me in a whole new way!
Come on, cousins! Let's go home!
Ladies and gentlemen,
the great poet and thespian, Lance Sackless.
Hello.
To be a good actor, one of course has to look good!
A smart costume is a must.
Notice how this ruffle y shirt accentuates my talents.
Well, thank you Lance Sackless.
My pleasure.
You don't need pants for the victory dance,
'cause Baboon's better than Weasel.
LR. Baboon big star of cartoon.
I. M. Weasel.
LR. Baboon reigns king in his mind,
he's just a Baboon with a wiggle behind.
But round every comer he's likely to find...
I. M. Weasel!
Stop!
Waiting minute, Weasel.
|.R. cannot remembering why we fighting.
|.R. thinking it's your fault.
But how come?
Don't you remember?
Let me tell you again, Baboon.
We were best friends until we spent that week at Enemy Camp.
Remember?
Sixty-seven? Summer of Love?
|.R. never going to Enemy Camp before ever.
Nor I, old friend.
I can't wait to be enemies with you.
Hello, ladies!
Hello! It's me, Lance Sackless,
your personal trainer here at Enemy Camp!
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
I'll be guiding you through the wondrous world of enemy-ness.
Oh, there are many many very exciting aspects to the subject.
Jealousy.
Revenge!
And contempt!
What are you doing?
Why are you holding hands?
Baboon is my friend.
Wrong! This is Enemy Camp.
Did I say 'Pink Lace And Fashion Model Camp?
No, I did not.
You might want to keep an eye on the squirrel.
He's not like us.
Let's try a little role playing, shall we?
Lesson one:
Just for the sake of argument, let's say I'm,
Baboon's girlfriend.
Oh, just think of the glories of me as your girlfriend!
But...
you know howl am, don't you bud?
Always looking for the greener pasture,
the brighter bulb with more... watts?
Hey!
Sorry to break it to you this way, but I'm leaving you.
Love a man in uniform.
What do you say you and I go... steady?
Well, I...
I appreciate your advances, madame.
And don't think I'm not tempted.
But Baboon is my friend.
And I could never take his girl.
Now, go on... back to your monkey.
Guess who won't be coming to my party this year?
All right, Weasel!
It's a Saturday night at a fancy restaurant.
Jazz is playing. Romance is in the air.
The Simian asks to pass the mustard, por favor.
What do you do?
Here you are, friend Simian.
Wrong“.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
With a capital "Fl.".
A real enemy would do it like this!
Note to self...
mustard kinda stings the eyes.
Lesson twenty-nine.
Your enemy insults your mother, then wants to blow her up.
What do you do?
Let's pretend I'm Baboon's Mom.
Oh, that bad old Weasel has set me adrift!
Come save your fat Mom, Baboon!
Your enemy, Weasel, insulted my butt!
Now, swim out here,
save your mother from the mean old dynamite!
Then beat up Weasel, 'Kay?
Baboon?
Sorry about your mom.
It's okay.
That wasn't so bad.
This is bad!
Okay, campers, Mr. Sackless is starting to get angry.
Weasels and Baboons are natural enemies.
Look, it's in the book!
You hate each other!
Weasels attack Baboon's soft underbellies.
Come on, Weasel, bite the soft underbelly.
All right, Weasel, now I'm a baboon!
Get over here and fight me!
Come on, fight me!
Fight me! Fight me!
Guys, you've got to help me.
It's horrible!
Ladies and gentlemen.
Unfortunately, we had to cut the camp short this year...
due to extenuating circumstances.
So let's move on to the Enemy Camp Achievement Award for 'Best Enemy!'
Weasel, that rotten ferret! 'Cause he's my enemy now!
Did you hear that?
Iwin!
Hey! How come stupid Weasel win?
|.R. better enemy than you!
That hurts. That hurts.
Oh, glory, I'm a success!
Now I can die happy.
And the rest is history.
You two should be hating each other.
And because you're both so small, I got a special deal.
One for ten bucks, or two for twenty!
Meow-meow? Woof-woof?
Now |.R. remember how come |.R. hating Weasel.
Just sign right here, men.
You see? Those were my finest campers.
They hate each other. I'm so proud.