Chicken, I can't believe we're going to prison.
We're going to prison.
Are they cool?
Yeah, maybe we'll see a riot.
I'm going to pretend I am doing hard time.
There it is.
The big house.
Let me see.
Chicken, that's a good way to lose a beak.
Ah, shut up, cow.
Mind your own beeswax.
What?
Falsely frizzy.
Barbed wire and everything.
Indoor exercise program.
Advanced painting class.
Friendly school.
Flamin' Earl, check this out.
You guys come here often?
Move it along.
This is an exercise yard, so exercise.
Jailbreak!
Sound the alarm!
Eat this, you filthy screw.
Way to go, Rhett.
Lockdown!
Yow!
All aboard, chicken.
I don't know what got in here, Rhett, but I don't like it.
They think I'm red.
Are you ready, chicken?
Zop.
Catch the beat.
Quick, who are our parents?
Uh, mom and dad.
I hope my pinhead sister, cow, will inform the teacher of my absence.
Roll call!
Flam!
Here!
Cow!
Here!
Chicken!
Uh, uh, here!
Jack the zipper!
Here!
Boopy the clown!
Here!
Rhode Island, Rhett!
Rhett!
Oh, oh, uh, here!
Here!
Hey, Rhett, way to go out there.
We think you're pretty tough pulling down that guy's pants and all.
Cool.
Okay, class.
Recess!
Hey, chicken, wanna play jump rope?
Sure.
Rhett over, Rhett over, say Rhett right over!
You all right, Rhett?
Okay.
Mom, buddy, you're morning, whip across the line.
Let's say we get some grub.
Ooh, I didn't know you liked Cheap Audis, Che frater.
I'll have pork butts and taters, please!
Hey, this isn't pork butts and taters!
This is dog poop!
It's Tuesday!
I always have pork butts and taters on Tuesday!
We want pork butts and taters!
Pork butts and taters.
Pork Brats and Chickens!
Chicken needs a diaper change again.
You're not chicken.
Chicken would never play with me.
You're a big fat prisoner wearing chicken's name tag.
Somebody's got to get chicken out of this dam, huh?
Oh, yeah!
Ah, super cow!
Pork Brats and Chickens!
Potatoes.
It's the warden's office for you!
Hello, it's me, the warden.
Well, well, if it isn't ol' Red having trouble adjusting to prison life.
Hey, warden, I'm not Red, I'm chicken.
And I gotta be home by eight or I'm in big trouble.
Anyhow, Mama's making pork butts and titties, and she only makes it on Tuesdays.
It's my favorite.
Oh, I didn't realize that, Red.
And you're not really Red, are you?
You're a little lost chicken, aren't you?
Let's clear all this up.
You and I will talk to the boys right now.
Ladies and gentlemen, a terrible injustice has been done here.
Red.
He doesn't belong here.
He's innocent.
He wants to go home with Mom and Dad, and eat pork butts and taters.
Now, let's all join hands and say we're sorry.
Sorry, Red.
Now, someone has to pay for Red's injustice.
Ten years in solitary confinement for everybody!
Without a toilet.
Super Cow on his skitties!
Super Cow!
Anyone want to play jump rope?
Sure!
Mine's a video for the living across the lake!
Uh-huh, he did.
Thanks for saving my butt today, Cow.
I owe you one.
Chicken, the warden at Folsom Prison just called.
I know what he said.
I did time at the big house cause our pants took on.
I know what he said.
I did time at the big house cause our pants took on.
He said he found your name tag that you lost on your field trip.
But I appreciate you coming clean with me, Chicken.
I'm proud of you, son.
Me too, Chicken.
You kids ready for some pork butts and taters?
Are we?
Hey,
Chicken, want some milk?
Sure!
Mmm!
You're getting it all over me!
Will you at least squirt it into the cup first?
And...
The.
girls' bathroom.
Oh, what do you think girls do in there?
I don't know.
Let's take a peek.
What?
Are you nuts?
You can get cooties!
There's a curse upon it.
A curse, I say!
Surprise!
Well, it does say it's got a curse.
Oh, I am dying to look inside.
Go ahead, Flim.
Why do I have to?
Cause you're the ugliest.
Now that's no fair!
Let's draw straws to see who goes in!
Mmm, Flim's is pretty good, but Chicken's is the best!
Dang!
Ooh!
That is no place for boys.
There are things that go on in the girls'
bathroom that boys just would not understand.
A guy went in there once, and he was changed forever.
Forever?
Forever.
La la, la la la la, ooh la, la la la la.
Mom?
Yes, son?
Uh, you ever, you know, like, uh, you ever been in a girl's bathroom?
Why, of course, son.
Why?
Well, let's say a guy wants to go in, uh, not
saying me, but a guy goes into the girl's bathroom.
What would happen?
Meow!
La la la, la la la, la la la la.
You gave your mom quite a scare there.
Sorry, Dad.
Bathrooms are not to be feared, son.
There's nothing wrong about wanting to go into the girl's bathroom.
You haven't gone in yet, have you?
No.
Then there's nothing to worry about.
Now, if you did go in there, I'm not saying to do this, but if you did,
you'd find it's a great place to be.
Son, some of the happiest days of my youth were spent in bathrooms.
I could tell you stories.
Oh, Dad, could I go now?
Did y'all bring the stuff, Earl?
Are we a Roger there, Red Rooster?
That's a-firmatory-day, Little Lips.
There goes one brave little chicken.
Yeah.
Uh...
pool.
Hey, guys, I think they can buy cigars in here!
I knew it.ں.
Oh, thank goodness you are safe in bed.
I had a terrible nightmare that you really had gone into the girls' bathroom.
Ah, pleasant dreams, brother.
I think I may have found the queen's throne.
Liver lips to red roaster.
What is going on in there?
Oh, well, nothing unusual to report.
Oh, yeah!
I'm dead.
What is it?
Sounds like Chicken is in trouble.
What do we do?
Open up.
It's a big line of girls.
If they catch me in here, I'll be the laughing stock of the fifth grade.
Just a minute.
I'm coming in.
Roll call.
Chicken.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, Chicken.
So what was it like?
It was paradise.
End.
What you doing, Chicken?
I'm bee-flying.
What does it look like?
Oh, can I fly him?
Only men can fly bees.
No!
Ow!
Here's your dumb bee.
You don't need pants for the victory dance.
Cause Baboon's better than Weasel.
I am Baboon, big star of cartoon.
I am Weasel.
I am Baboon, rain's king in his mind.
He's just as good as the wiggly pond.
But round every corner he's likely to find.
I am Weasel.
This bridge, not Weasel Bridge.
Nice.
Our suspension bridge from New York to Paris is half finished.
Only seven more years to go.
Go ahead and give the orders, I.R.
Lower, Reebok cage!
and jam finger joints, and tie shoelaces.
Excellent!
You'll make a great engineer someday, I.R.
Baboon.
With your help, we'll win the French prize for this transatlantic bridge.
What's that?
That's Cathy Jones' comet.
It comes round every 78 years.
Oh, look!
Invisible to naked eye!
But bridge must finish.
We can't wait 78 year.
Wait a minute.
What if... What I.R.
finish bridge I. Self?
I.R.
get all creditor!
Glory to I.R.!
I.R.
make the bridge.
I.R.
finish the bridge.
I.R.
make the bridge.
That bridge must be completed.
Only one man can do this job.
I am Weasel!
Oh, thank you for saving my life, Mr. Weasel.
Without the kidney you gave me, I would have been a goner.
I would have donated my kidney whether you needed it or not, sweet child.
Hello?
Yes, one moment.
Mr. Weasel?
I am Weasel.
Admiral Bullet's here.
We need your help, Weasel.
Another one of those low-flying comets has left us without a
chief engineer to complete the transatlantic bridge project.
Yes, Admiral Bullet's.
I agree it's desperately important for the common American to be able to drive to
France, exchange ideas, and bond with people who refuse to speak our language.
I'll build that bridge.
Hey, everybody, look!
It's him!
I am Weasel!
We love you, Mr. Weasel!
Mr. Weasel, kiss my baby!
Hiya!
Make the bridge!
Look!
It's the new engineer!
I am Weasel!
Not to detract from the vision of my predecessor, but by making these minor
adjustments, the bridge can be completed by seven
o'clock this evening instead of seven years' time.
I'll get to see my wife and kids!
I've never even seen my little Johnny.
He was born two years after I started this job!
Let's get to work.
I not stand this for me!
Weasel blow me big chance!
No, I a blow heat!
Pfft!
Oh, look!
Gay parents!
Hmm... not the correction in the plan.
Weasels are genius!
Oh, I a get idea!
Hey, I'm adding some new lighting!
Oh, I'm sailing!
I'd rather be sailing!
Thanks, Baboon!
Mutiny.
What am I to do now?
Hmm.
I could finish the bridge by myself.
But I wouldn't want to break any union rules.
I know.
I'll swim to France and hire some burly French laborers.
Success!
I have lost!
I am building bridge!
No!
We will not give you the burly French workmen.
We do not want the American bridge to France.
We have too much of your America already.
Your kind pollute our fromage.
But, sir, a deal between our two countries has already been agreed upon.
Deal schmil!
France?
She changed her mind.
I am building bridge!
Hello, France!
I am building bridge to France!
You are a hero of France!
And a hero to the world, Monsieur Misele!
But it was pure genius to create a bridge link
and car wash to Mexico instead of to France!
Vive la Misele!
Surprise!
But it wasn't I who... Mwah!
Misele improves U.S.A.-Mexico relations with car wash bridge?
I improve U.S.A.-Mexico relations with car wash bridge?
Not Misele!
I improve U.S.A.-Mexico relations with car wash bridge?
We just do not mean!
Not Misele!
Why Misele?
Why not?
I improve U.S.A.-Mexico relations with car wash bridge?
I all feel much better now.
No, I...
I must improve!
To be continued...
Exactly what you expect.
Misele!