pig farming, always remember, be good to your pigs and they'll be good to you.
Thank you.
You have chosen profession for one whole day.
Oh, boy.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Read it and weep.
Oh, boy, oh, boy.
I hope she picks my essay.
Oh, I would love to be an astronaut and go into outer space.
Outer space?
You?
They'd never let you in outer space.
There's no room.
I am going into marketing.
That is where the real money is.
Hey, cow, you want to get that?
Remember our deal.
About tell mom and dad that it's you who crows every morning at sunrise.
Morning, son.
We're here from NASA.
On official business.
We'd like to speak with a Miss Cow concerning an essay contest.
Hey, cow, a couple of guys from NASA are here to see yous.
Oh, I'll be right there.
Yes.
Congratulations, Miss Cow.
You're the winner of your school's essay contest.
I would like to ask for your assistance on a
mission to repair the Stubble Space Microscope.
Oh, I would be honored.
Right this way then, cow.
Miss Cow.
Thank you.
Aww.
That'll space out a space big deal.
Are you Chicken?
Yeah.
Congratulations, Chicken.
You won runner-up in the school essay contest.
I'm here to take you to your career day experience in marketing.
Uh, sugar, frosted weenies, four-nine - five.
This is not the kind of marketing I had in mind.
Googleplex demodulator?
Check.
Well, that about does it, cow.
Would you like to take us out of here?
Oh, you mean it, Buzz.
You bet he does, cow.
Go ahead.
Fire her up.
All right, cow.
Hit it!
Hmm.
No!
väl, there it is, cow, the stubble microscope.
Uh, wow.
It's so... ... big... Come on, let's go fix it.
Huh!
We've tried everything and it still doesn't work.
Hey guys!
What is this thing for?
Chicken assistants, aisle 5.
You can't be no worse than this!
Well, Well, I've got a softball game at 6.
What do you say we head home?
Oh no!
We're out of gas!
Dang!
We must have forgotten to refuel after our last mission!
We're doomed!
And up!
And down!
We interrupt this program for a special report.
We've just received word that the space shuttle has run out of gas.
These photos, taken from an orbiting satellite, would seem to confirm the rumor
that the space shuttle and her crew are indeed in trouble.
Oh no!
Cal!
Don't worry, Cal!
I'll save you!
Flim!
Earl!
Cal's stuck in outer space and I need your help to rescue her!
Okay.
Okay, Flim.
Let her rip!
Maybe we should get a bigger tree!
This better work, you guys.
Are y'all ready for liftoff?
Yeah, yeah!
Just hurry up and light me!
Hang in there, Cal!
I'm coming!
I've got gas!
It's no use, Cal.
We're gunners.
The manual says, in case of no fuel, pull emergency fuel rope.
Of course!
The fuel for the emergency steam engine!
Good work, Cal!
Looks like we'll be going home after all!
Pardon me.
I have to use the little girl Cal's room.
Super Cal!
I'm a rescue team!
I've never seen anything so incredible in my entire life!
Oh, hi guys!
Did I miss anything?
Yeah, this huge cow swooped out of nowhere and rescued that chicken!
Cal, you missed everything!
Really?
Well, kids, it sounds like you both had quite a day.
Cal, it seems we have you to thank for the space shuttle's safe return.
And Chicken, I understand we have you to thank
for the meatloaf you earned marketing today.
And for trying to rescue me.
When he heard I was in trouble, I thought that was a very brave thing to do.
I guess it was kind of brave, huh?
Hurry and suck your meatloaf, kids!
I've got ice cream con carne for dessert!
Oh boy!
Where's the dessert?
Hey!
How about mine?
End.
And so, the witch starts walking up the stairs, saying, Who took my uvula?
How dare you touch my uvula?
The witch is standing right outside the bedroom door.
The kids, hiding in the bedroom, can smell stinky, garlicky, oniony, manure-y bread.
seeping through the keyhole.
Who took my uvula?
Uvula, she says again.
And then, suddenly...
There!
It might be Bigfoot!
Yes, Bigfoot!
Hey, Chicken!
Yeah?
What's a uvula?
What is a uvula?
Uvula!
Yeah!
Where are you, Chicken?
Jeez cow!
What are you doing here?
You forgot your hairbrush, Big Brother.
Mom sent me out here to give it to you.
Well, you can't stay!
This here is a man's camp out.
No women's around.
Ain't that right, fellas?
Yeah!
Uh, yeah?
That's not fair!
I want to play camping!
I'm getting mad!
Girls can't play in the crowd, baby!
Hey, kids, I got a story for you.
It'll scare the warts right off your behinds.
Is it scarier than the monkey's bladder?
Much scarier.
Creepier than the butcher's tongue?
Ten times creepier.
Worse than the witch's uvula?
What's a uvula?
Yep.
Stranger and creepier than all them put together.
I'm about to tell you the legend of Sail Cat.
Cool!
There's danger out on the nation's road.
They're paved with snakes and flattened toads.
And truckers drive in wrecks so big... They can flatten a cow!
Or a horse!
Or a manatee!
And those who survive are a lucky few.
But there's one brave cat who made it through.
And I'm here to tell that tale to you.
Of Sail Cat.
Sail Cat?
Sail Cat!
He was hunting for mouse to feed his face.
When strange radiation from outer space Turned him into a super invincible cat.
When a truck ran him down with a heady splat.
He couldn't be killed but he still could be squished.
And he lay in the passing Lane shaking his fist.
Then some kids helped him fly with a flick of the wrist.
And that was the first.
Of Sail Cat.
Sail Cat!
He rolled after that truck like a buzzsaw unleashed.
And he sliced it in two like a knife through a knife.
One truck half took the high road.
The other the low.
And the message went out on CB radio.
Breaker, breaker, look out.
Watch your back.
Be afraid.
There's a frisbee-like cat who's a mighty sharp blade.
So the feared and revered reputation was made.
Of Sail Cat.
Sail Cat!
He's been known to cut redwoods and stomp a whole fleet.
When a family of tapeworms was crossing the street.
And when Mom's having trouble with Thanksgiving plans.
He has even dropped by to help open some cans.
And when someone's depressor has had a bad day.
He unerringly knows just the right things to say.
Don't be depressed, Kyle.
People love you because you're big and fat and ugly.
Go with it.
Then he'll ask for a toss and be on his way.
He's Sail Cat.
Wait a second, Flim's dad.
I thought this was supposed to be a scary story.
It was scary when Sail Cat cut that truck in half.
Yeah, well, sort of.
But what is this doopy depressed cow stuff?
That ain't scary.
Yeah, we want scary, Dad.
I thought it was a lovely story.
Well, it's time for dinner.
Let's eat.
Our dinner's gone.
Look, it's Bigfoot.
He stole our dinner.
Oh, man.
Now what are we supposed to eat?
Well, I did bring a dozen cans of sugar frosted weenies.
Okay, where's the kid?
Well, perhaps it's time we went to bed.
Dang, I'm tired.
What are you doing in my bag, Kyle?
Where's yours?
I left it at the bottom of the trail.
It was too hard for me to carry the sleeping bag and your hairbrush.
What was that?
I can't see.
It's too dark.
It might be a uvula.
Wait, I think it's... Could it be?
It's going away.
Wait, look.
The cans of sugar frosted weenies are all opened.
Flim's dead.
Wake up!
Sail Cat's here!
Oh, thank you, Sail Cat.
Wherever you are.
Yeah, these sugar frosted weenies ain't so bad on a empty stomach.
Sail Cat!
You must be this tall to ride.
Ah, dang.
I'm too short!
Hm?
Oh!
This is great!
Right, Kitty?
Yeah, great.
I'm having the time of my life!
Sail Cat!
I am Weasel!
Happy Baboon Holiday!
Season's Greetings!
Merry Christmas!
Washing Clothing!
I still can wearing these!
Family of I.R.
is here!
What they doing?
Hi honey!
We thought it would be a nice surprise to come and visit you for Christmas.
Christmas?
I am embarrassed!
I forget Christmas!
Christmas!
I need a tree!
What amazing sculptures.
Their likeness to real baboons is remarkable.
Good night!
They are real baboons!
I'd better thaw them out at my place.
What a beautiful home you have!
Why, thank you.
Miss...
Mrs. Mrs. Baboon.
And this is Mr. Baboon.
The pleasure is mine, sir.
And this is my daughter, Barbie.
Please make your acquaintance, Miss Barbie.
That you?
Yes.
I was an orphan as a child.
But I've been blessed with a wonderful extension.
I hope it helps your dependent family.
Say, how about helping me decorate my tree?
Baaaa...
Baaaa… Baaaa… Baaaa… Baaaaa… Baaaa… Mister.
Mwah….
Baaaaa… This is great Christmas ever!
Tanty Balm, oh, Tanty Balm, we're forever at the beauty-fay.
Dashing through the snow, we're on horse - horse and sleigh.
On the fields we go, and we all know we're home, home, home.
What?
All of time we shall get all things, not his.
No, we shall steal I.R.'s family.
That's not right!
They are not free!
We shall succeed our destiny!
Enemies of I.R.
will have a very bad holiday this year.
Santa no bringing presents for traitors.
All this surplus man strike, good deal for I.R.
I go back for more land mines next Christmas.
All these secrets out there, give us some.
What kind of person would defile Christmas in this manner?
Hmm, the person responsible is obviously a lonely and bitter shut-in.
I know.
It came upon a man, I clear the glorious...
My baby!
Mr. Weasel took us caroling.
He said you was a shut-in, honey.
Well, I'll be.
My work is done here.
Dang!
That's the seventh time this evening this has happened to me.
I'm beginning to think that Christmas just isn't worth it.
Follow me, St. Nicky.
Have a look.
You're right.
See?
It is worth it.
It really is.
Pull up your perception!
Say Jackалы!
Now that's demonstration over.
luck on your then.
Happy.