Mama had a chicken.
Mama had a cow.
Dad was proud.
He didn't care how.
Cow.
Chicken.
Cow and chicken.
Baby mannequins, big boy.
They're.
beautiful.
Lovely.
Why, they are so slender and pretty and tall and just everything.
I'll never be.
Oh, here we go again.
Okay, let me see.
Okay, I got it.
Hey, I know you hate being ugly, but something's wrong.
Somebody has to make everyone else look good.
Oh.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Oh, sweetheart, you have got it going on.
Oh, you are high-stylin', babe.
Those Khmer sailor eyes that kiss and tell doubt.
Hey!
That is my sister you got your mitts all over.
And if you know what is good for you, you...
Come now, my little Meadow muffin.
My studio is just over here.
Ooh!
Oh, you know it, baby.
Ooh, let me have it.
Let me have it.
Oh, isn't it wonderful, big brother?
I am going to be a model.
Hey, Mew, even let me keep the beauty Mark.
Hey, Mew, that was probably just some weirdo
who likes to take pictures of big fat ugly...
Nah.
Come on, this is all stuck.
What would you do without me, Cal?
You would be no ways.
Oh, I guess so.
Just what clown in his right mind is going to make a
fashion model out of a two-ton slab of cheese like you?
You're probably right.
Of course I am.
Just what do you see when you look at one of these beauty mags anyway?
Me?
Sure it's you.
You don't think they would just put any old cow...
It can't be.
Cal!
Okay.
No shoving, please.
Oh, you're so chubby!
Dear diary, you ain't never gonna believe what I am about to write down on yours.
Any questions?
Um, yes.
May I be excused to go adjust my udder strap?
Well, by all means!
Class is dismissed early today, so we can all adjust our straps!
Adjust our udder straps!
Hi, Cal!
I never liked you before.
But now that you're famous, I like you a lot.
Oh, jeez.
It's just my stupid sister already.
Oh, that Cal baloney is so last Tuesday.
Mooses!
Oh, no!
I'm not famous anymore!
So... You got a little taste of the spotlight, huh, Cal?
And you'd like to get back there again, hmm?
Welcome to my milk bar!
Ten cents a glass Isn't that a pretty penny?
It's ten cents a glass I have to fill so many I would like to go home now.
Mr. Bartender.
Home?
Don't you understand, Cal?
You work for me!
This seedy milk bar is your home.
Now sing!
We'll be getting some customers in here soon.
And they'll expect a show!
With milk!
Ten cents a glass It's not a pretty penny It's ten
cents a glass I wonder what happened to my large sister.
I don't feel so very... Hey, that sounds like...
Ooh, a customer!
What'll it be, pal?
Hey, hey, that you, sis?
Oh, don't look at me!
Hey, hey, it's okay, sis.
Come on, come on, let's get you out of here.
There, there, little fella.
Don't get your waddle in a knot!
How about I fix you up a nice... ice cream cone?
Ooh, this tastes like it has a bug in it.
Well, I don't see no bug chicken.
Well, look a little closer!
I can't see!
I'm visually challenged!
Hurry, get out!
Let's go!
Ah!
Oh,
thank you so much for saving my butt, chicken.
Eh, no sweat, Cal.
Oh, I'm just glad this whole thing is over.
Or, uh, maybe it's just, uh, startin'.
And...
Okay, I'll look into your depending.
3, 2, 1, go!
Wanna race home, chicken?
No.
Can I have a piggyback ride?
No.
You can't have no piggyback ride.
Oh, so, Mom and Dad, you got enough in spelling.
Ooh, gimme that!
Piggyback ride.
All right, then I'll give it to you when we get home.
All right, hop on.
Hey, Chicken, look at the new toys.
Hey, they got the new Soldier of Death with ice skates.
Only four bucks!
And the new crabs, the Warthog Doll.
Four dollars.
I'm flat busted.
I got 27 cents.
Where we gonna get some dough?
Milk squeezed from the finest cows on Earth.
That's it!
I'll get a part-time job at the milk farm.
I'll make money to buy crabs.
Perhaps the Warthog.
You think they'll want your milk?
It says the finest cows on Earth, not Moors.
So, my dear, you want to work on my milk farm, hm?
Are you the Dr. Junk's Professor of Milk?
The same.
Oh, it would be an honor to squirt for you.
Oh, well, first we need a sample of your work.
Why, this is superb!
I haven't tasted lactation of this quality in years since I was a baby.
You are hired!
Vroom!
I can't believe cow got crabs.
The Warthog.
Tell Mom and Dad I'm gonna be working at the milk farm, too!
Very exquisite.
You are hired.
Next.
What's the matter with you, man?
Can't you read?
No chicken milk!
Try the chicken farm down the road!
Chicken farm?
Ooh, now there's a job I can do!
It's easy pickin', finger lickin', chicken on a stick!
With the Rear Admiral, you rarely get sick!
Nobody flips a bite!
Admiral Floyd!
It's finger lickin'!
Nobody flips a bite!
Like Rear Admiral Floyd!
Check it!
Yeah, I am gonna like workin' here.
Well, we'd love to have you.
Oh, holy Admiral!
How's it hangin', eh?
Now, why don't you get acquainted with your fellow dinners?
I mean, diners.
Hey, maybe this is the lunch line.
Oh, hey!
Ow!
Oh,
my little chickies!
Hey, Mr. Hiney!
When do I get paid for this gig?
Oh, you won't need any money where you're going, little fella.
What do you mean?
She's returned!
The cow of my dreams!
Dude!
Dr. Chunks, I bet you say that to all the cows.
By the way, did my brother Chicken come here looking for work?
You mean the chicken?
Yes, my brother, Chicken.
Yes, I sent him to the chicken farm down the road.
I'm sure he'll make an excellent temporary employee.
Temporary?
Chicken farm?
That's right already!
What have you done?
Chicken's in trouble!
Oh, what do I do?
It's time for super...
Oops.
Super cow!
No!
No, no!
I'm too young to hang up on a stick!
I'm a bad boy.
A very bad boy.
Ah!
Super cow!
I'm respected!
Yahoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh, now, brown cow.
Looks like I'm going to have to add a new product.
Super cow!
Oh.
I'm sorry about you losing all your feathers, Chicken,
but the doctor says they'll grow back by Christmas.
Oh, that's just great.
Meantime, I gotta wear this stupid warthog suit.
Well, either that or wear Mom's dress.
I'll wear the warthog suit.
Geez!
And...
Mom says you gotta play with me.
Oh.
You wanna play mock, Kitty Bass?
Mom!
May I please kill cow?
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 dressed as good as a weasel icon But round
every corner he's likely to find I am Weasel!
I am Weasel!
I are on sun.
All right.
Fire it up.
I am Baboon, astronaut Working as a astronaut High above
the clouds so high Like an astronaut in the sky Oh!
I am Weasel, astronaut numero uno Oh, pfft!
That Weasel dink is so big Thirsty on Mars He's first on Jupiter First on Uranus?
Why not?
Sometimes I am Baboon is first somewhere!
No, gentlemen, I cannot condone it.
Sending a man to the sun would be unconscionable.
It is simply too hot up there.
I'm sorry, Weasel, but it's already in the budget.
Well, you'll get no help from me.
Good day, gentlemen.
I want to be first somewheres!
Should be Baboon's statue I looking at cause I better astronaut.
Someday I get chance to be.
You're a big idiot, Weasel.
I, uh, Baboon want to be first on somewheres!
Hey, Baboon!
You wanna be the first astronaut on the sun?
The Weasel refused to go because he was chicken.
I am first on sun.
I am gonna be statue.
Wait a minute.
Would that not be dangerous mission go to sun?
I, uh, have a desensitive skin.
Get heat rash.
Don't worry.
We'll conduct the mission at night.
Oh, I, your man.
I, uh, Baboon, first astronaut on sun.
I, uh, first on sun.
I, uh, better than Weasel.
I, uh, Baboon on sun.
Shoot.
I knew I shouldn't have left those NASA boys without resolving matters.
Now they've gone and picked that ignorant Baboon.
Don't be a fool.
If you go on this mission, the sun will cook you to a crisp.
You don't trick me with smooth talk, Weasel.
This ain't night mission.
No danger!
You just jealous cause I are first on sun.
I, uh, Baboon, big shot for change.
Me, first for change.
Me, famous for change.
Me, me, me!
Fine.
Do what you want.
I wash my hands of the whole matter.
Thanks loads, Weasel!
I.R.
Baboon has been a net in my face for my entire NASA career.
It was I.R.
Baboon who, while an astronaut, covered my visor with shaving cream.
It was I.R.
Baboon who stuffed banana peels in my rocket's exhaust pipe.
Now, by merely remaining silent, I could be rid of him forever.
No!
No, it is a sin to think thusly.
Must I?
I am Weasel.
Rescue my most misguided of adversaries?
Yes!
Because... I am Weasel!
Keep hands off merchandise!
I only hope I am not too late to stop this madness.
Six...
Five...
Four... Three...
Two...
One...
Liftoff!
Dang!
One life lost... diminishes my own.
It is up to me to bring him back.
I am Weasel!
Good afternoon, Mr. Weasel.
And to you, good fellow.
Weasel not want I.R.
unsung!
Him make not I stop me!
Turn back!
You're on a suicide mission!
When you hit the sun, you'll die!
You just jealous of I.
I a baboon for stun, son!
You're deluding yourself.
Grab my hand.
I'll save you.
Ah.
Oh!
Ah.
Oh!
Ah.
Oh!
Ah.
Oh!
What tryin' do you do?
Kill I?
You insane!
You blow me big chance for to bin hero!
Weasel Captures Rogue Astronaut Indignitate this!
I are so close!
Next time, I show Weasel!
I am a theme park and sun!
Come to baboon world!
Ride solar flare with I, your baboon!
There!
I am a theme park and sun!
Come to.
baboon world!