1, 2, 3, hyah!
Baby!
Sassy!
Studly.
Check the pecs. Hee! Ha! Huh!
Man, I'm pretty.
Do the monkey with me! Come on!
Hey there, baby. Oh! Uh!
Yeah, whatever.
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[helicopter]
Woman on TV: Terror grips Aron city.
All across the town the city's yarn is disappearing.
Huh?
Looks like a job for that angry old chick
that solves mysteries and everything.
TV: It's winter in the city,
and not a sweater, mitten, or scarf remains intact.
[Teeth chattering]
In fact, the yarn and wool shortage is so bad,
some children have even been reduced
to wearing corduroy pants and velour tops
that have been too small for years.
[Sobs]
Mayor! Do you have anything to say?
People of Aron city...
Don't be alarmed. The situation will soon be under control.
[Gasp]
What? They're clean.
Woman: Only one piece of yarn is left in all of Aron city,
the baby blanket of one Johnny bravo.
That's right. Hyah!
And nobody gets to hold my blanky except me.
And you, sweetcakes.
Ew...
Citizens of Aron city!
Me and a few of the girls have formed an angry mob
to catch this yarn thief!
Aw, mama, you formed a what?
Take whatever Booty you find,
but the beast is mine!
[Angry shouts]
Bye-bye, Johnny.
Ok...
Back to me.
Do you have anything you want to say to this yarn bandit?
Uh... No.
But how'd you like to hang out and watch my blanky with me?
I'd rather be hit by a meteorite.
Whoa!
As soon as I get my claws on Johnny bravo's blanky, pookie,
I, Dr. felinius, will finally have enough yarn
to rule the world!
How are you going to do that with yarn, boss?
I... Uh...
Silence! Get me my milk.
Thank you, pookie.
[Slurps]
Woman: And in today's news—
no.
Man: And in today's news—
no.
Another man: And now a scene from next week's babewatch.
Bull's-eye, baby!
Man: Jasmine, I think I'm pregnant.
Woman: Oh, David, you can't be pregnant.
You're a man.
Oh. Hey—
want to watch my chest hairs move in slow motion?
Ok.
Hyah! Uh!
Electronic voice: Blanky secure, Johnny.
Oh, yeah!
Pookie, you distract bravo,
and I shall seize his precious blanky.
You got it, boss.
[Squeaking]
Hee hee hee!
Hey, you— distractingly cute kid.
Why don't you go bother the kid next door?
She's got a thing for you types.
[Alarm]
Hee hee hee! See you later, skater!
Nooooo!
Somebody's cruising for a bruising.
Hey, I don't remember there being a big ball of yarn
being on top of mt. Melmar.
Huh! My blanky!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Finally, pookie, I have it!
The last shred of yarn in all the city!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Hyah! Mister, we can do this two ways.
The hard way—hyah!
Or the—the other way that's—that's harder and...
Just get out of my way,
'cause I'm going to hurt you, man.
Haw! Haw! Haw!
Hyah! Aw, man, I hate furballs.
Hyah!
Ha!
Hyah!
Whoa! Oh!
Well, poop!
Dr. felinius: Excellent!
With you out of the way,
I will unravel this blanket
and place it in my yarn ball.
It will then have enough mass to roll down and crush the city!
Uh-huh. I follow you.
But, mister, I beg of you,
do what you want to the city,
but leave my blanky out of this, ok?
I've had that blanky ever since I was a little heartbreaker.
Hyah! Hee! Ha! Ho!
I played with my blocks on it.
I got my first kiss on it.
[Slurp]
Oh!
But mostly, my mama made it for me.
A touching story. But I don't care!
Ha ha ha!
Hey, boss, give the kid his blanky back.
Silence! Do as I say or—
meow!
Hiss!
My blanky!
Hyah!
Ha!
Hey! Hey, what's going on?
Whoa!
When I get my hands on that traitorous kitten, I'll—
whoa!
Oh. Ow. Ooh.
What was I thinking?
I was wrong to steal all that yarn.
I-I've changed.
There he is!
Hello, people of Aron city.
The crisis is over thanks to this young man.
Johnny bravo.
Mama: Hey!
What about us?
Oh, oh, right.
And thank you to our local angry mob.
Yay!
Why aren't you back in a suit, your honor?
Well, the better to—
[whispering]
All right...
Because these are the boxers that will build a bridge
to the 21st century.
[Gasps]
[Applause on TV]
Huh!
[Gunfire]
I—I have to tell you something.
I'm a dog!
Don't be silly, Jeanette. You're beautiful.
No. I mean...
Ew! Man, I hate when that happens.
Ha!
Announcer: And now, here's the host of our show,
cover girl supermodel vendela!
Whoa, mama!
Oh, man.
I love it when supermodels get their own talk shows.
What I wouldn't give to meet one of them.
Announcer: And if you'd like tickets for vendela,
simply call 213-555-0190.
Johnny: TV...
[Kiss]
You've never let me down.
How many times do I have to tell you,
I have a boyfriend!
Well, you look like the kind of girl that could use two.
Huh!
Oh...
[Audience murmurs]
Hello, everybody!
Audience: Yay!
We had a problem with our male guest today.
Can I find a—
volunteer?
Man, you smell pretty.
Augh!
Is that a yes?
Hello! Welcome to vendela!
Audience: Yay!
Today's episode: Musclebound men
and the women who think they're poop-heads.
Men in audience: Boo!
Our guests include self-proclaimed macho man
Johnny bravo!
Boo! Boo!
And Jane smoo,
author of big muscles, small mind.
Audience: Yay!
Nice to be here.
So, Jane, what's the deal?
Well, vendela,
the problem with men like Johnny
is they are completely narcissistic!
Hey, wait a minute. Did she call me a sissy?
Men like Johnny are afraid of strong women!
Hey, hey, hey,
I ain't scared of no big ol' buff women.
Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?
Grrrr!
Raaar!
Does this scare you?
Hey, lady or no lady,
I can't let you bust up babycakes' talk show set, all right?
Thanks, babycakes.
No, thank 10 years of rodeo training in salinas, California.
And don't call me babycakes.
Whoa!
[Pinball bells ring]
Ouch.
And you, Jane— put down those audience members.
Sure, vendela.
Ugh!
Ooh!
And we'll be right back.
Director: 30 seconds.
So, vendela...
You want to see my superpowers?
Hyah!
No. But maybe you'd like to see my superpowers.
Huh!
You there—fight!
Huh!
Ha! Ha!
Huh! Ha!
Ha!
[Bells tinkle]
They don't call us supermodels for nothing.
You got to love it.
Director: And 3, 2, 1... We're back.
We're here with Johnny bravo.
He's healthy.
Ooh...
He's agile.
You got that right. Check this out.
Huh! Hyah! Hyah!
Ooh! Ow! Ooh!
Audience: Ahh...
But is he a dinosaur?
Audience: Huh?
No, actually I'm a dinosaur.
Ah. But let's compare the two, shall we?
They're both pretty much pure muscle.
All that and a bag of chips, baby.
They both have brains the size of an electron.
Electron?
That's how America picks her presidents.
Oh.
And they're both extinct.
Stop calling t-Rex extinct!
You know how impossible it is for t-Rex to get a driver's license
when people think t-rexes don't exist?
Now, hold on there, fruit cup.
How can you be so cruel to stupid animals?
Hey, who you calling stupid?
At least t-Rex knows what an electron is.
Man in audience: Hey!
What's on your mind, sir?
Johnny shouldn't be allowed to talk
to the dinosaur like that.
How could you allow him to call you a fruit cup?
We shouldn't let him get away with that.
Get Johnny bravo!
[Audience shouting]
Now we're going to see who's extinct.
See you in a museum, you fossil.
Huh! Hyah!
Huh! Tomorrow on vendela...
Huh! Ha!
TV violence. Ho!
Where do they get off?
Ha!
Ooh! Oh, mama.
That's a good question.
Director: And cut!
[Beeping]
Hello. Welcome to vendela!
Audience: Yay!
Before we start, I'd like to give a special hello to Johnny bravo,
who is recuperating at the hospital.
Audience: Aw...
She wants me.
And as soon as you're healed, we would love to have you back.
How about you heal me with your love, pretty mama?
And we'll be right back with today's topic:
Does love hurt?
Audience: Yay!
Johnny: Ooh...
Is that a yes?
Oh, mama!
Mr. vulture, how many licks does it take
to get to the sugary center of a sugar sucker?
Good question. Go ask Johnny bravo.
Mr. bravo, how many licks—
hey! Free lollipops!
[Crunch]
Thanks, kid.
Lots of extra room
in those pants, ma'am.
Yo, I want to be stylin'
for the round pound concert tonight.
Round pound?
You do know who the round pound is.
Do I know who the round pound is?
Ha! We're like this.
But enough about them. Let's get back to us.
[Horn playing LA cucaracha]
Hey, check it out! It's the round pound's ride!
Yo, if you're so tight with them,
get them to pull over.
Hey, my groovy man. Long time no see.
[Slurp]
Yo. I ain't got no change, g.
And why don't you get yourself a j-o-b?
A job.
[Shivering]
Ha! Now you're chillin', yo.
[Van screeches off]
S-s-see? I told you we were friends.
Yo, I can't be with a man if he's not down.
Unless I see you at the concert,
you can talk to my hand.
Is that a date?
Yo, c.D. Biggenz, I'm famished.
[Stomach growls]
You and your big self. You're always hungry.
Why don't you just chill?
I'm serious, c.D., come on.
If I don't get a sandwich or something,
I'm going to eat the first thing I get my hands on.
Yo, you're not thinking...
Mmm...
Yo, yo—wait a minute!
[Crunch]
[Burp]
Could have used hot sauce.
Yo, what's up with you, man?
How am I supposed to spin my sounds tonight?
Oops.
Don't worry, man.
I'm sure there's a sound store around here someplace.
[Gasping]
Yo. I can't go no further.
I'm all out, man.
I'm out.
C.D.: Yo, we'll never make it to a store.
We're going to have to cancel the show.
Say, aren't you the round pound?
Yeah. What's up?
Wha-wha?
I was just wondering
if y'all had any extra tickets to tonight's show.
Man, you find us a turntable, and we'll put you in the show.
In the show?
I can't be with a man if he's not down.
Can you teach me how to be... Down?
Whatever that means.
You go get the turntables, g.,
and we'll put you in the round pound school of hip-hop.
Aw, that's so cool!
Hyah! Huh!
Man, that was quick.
Yeah, I know.
Check it out, guys.
Now that's dope.
So I can be in the show?
What did you say your name was?
Johnny. Huh!
Johnny bravo.
Johnny b. My man.
You got it made in the shade.
C.D.: Yo, yo, check this out, j.B.
If you want to be hip-hop, you've got to have two things:
Attitude and style.
Yeah. But if you want to look stupid fresh,
you got to get with the right sneaks and cap.
Mister, I don't think you want to make me look stupid.
Naw, naw—in hip-hop stupid means
really something that's stupid fly.
It's really cool, man. Know what I'm saying?
Oh. Stupid.
Like these kicks.
Kicks?
Yeah, man. You know—
full-leather, self-lacing, velcro-tying pumps.
Oh, so I just pump them up like this.
[Air inflating]
Uh-oh. Whoa!
Whoa!
Was that stupid or stupid?
Oh, yeah.
If you're gonna be down,
you got to wear a cap.
Cap?
Yeah. You got to find a hat.
That's phat, kid.
It's fat?
Yeah, man, phat. Like in cool.
Uh, am I down yet?
No.
But you're stupid and phat.
Duh, me, too!
[Cheers]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
give it up for the round pound!
[Hip-hop music plays]
Yeah, give it up, give it up, represent.
Do you know what time it is?
Yeah, ya'll—
♪ time to throw your hands in the air ♪
♪ shake them like you just don't care ♪
♪ I'm c.D. Biggenz in the house ♪
♪ I'm ready to jam and turn it out ♪
yeah, know what I'm saying?
Represent.
♪ I'm heavy c., that's who I be ♪
♪ everybo-Bo-Bo-body wants a piece of me ♪
♪ the name's main flavor, that's who I am ♪
♪ all the girlies like me, but I like ham ♪
you go boy, you go boy.
♪ So y'all get ready with the funky sound ♪
♪ 'cause it's time to get busy with the round pound ♪
I knew that blonde-haired poser was perpetrating a fraud.
And now,
the latest add-on to our crew,
Johnny bravo.
[Cheers]
♪ Now everybody go, "hyah!" ♪
huh?
No, hyah!
Hyah!
♪ Go, "whoa, mama!" ♪
whoa, mama!
♪ Now everybody in the house scream! ♪
aah! Johnny!
I love it when chicks scream for me.
So, was I funky fresh?
You were da bomb.
Was I full in effect?
You were in the house.
Was I all that?
Oh, plus a bag of chips.
Huh! Ha!
So what do you say you and me go grab some chow?
Aw, sorry, homes.
No can do. Me and myron have plans at the estate.
Myron?
Sure, myron Jones. He owns the place.
And he's down.
Ready to go, buttercup?
You betcha, schnooky.
See? I told you he was down.
Mommy is so much looking forward to meeting you.
Word.
Aw, man—that's whack!
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