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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let's see what's on the tube.
[Upbeat music plays]
Hi. I'm Adam west.
Here on the Adam west show, I help people just like you
to fight those everyday villains you meet in your hometown.
Today, my guest is little Cory Brooks.
Hi, Mr. west.
Do you really fight all those bad guys on TV?
How old are you, Ricky? 9.
I sure do, Billy.
So what's your trouble?
There's this mean kid that
beats me up and takes my lunch money.
Ah, the bully...
The most vile of all knaves.
Well, I went to Donny's hometown of Kent, Connecticut,
to take on this miscreant face to face.
Cory: There he is, Mr. west.
Hi. Are you the bully? Yes.
Well, come here.
I want to introduce you to my friends, the dogs.
[Growling]
Their favorite food is faces.
Well, needless to say, everything turned out great.
Right, Bobby? Cory.
Max.
Aw, that's a nice story.
[Clock beeping]
Oh, my gosh!
It's 6:01!
But mama was supposed to be home from shopping by 6:00.
Something must've happened.
Maybe she's been kidnapped.
6:02—oh, man!
I'm running out of time!
I got to save mama.
But I'm gonna need some help.
I'm Adam west,
and remember, I want to help you.
Bingo!
Ha. Adam west's house.
Nice place.
[Growling]
[Roar]
[Squeak, honk]
Don't you hate when that happens?
Who are you, newcomer?
Johnny bravo.
Oh. Well, hand me that towel.
What can I do for you, Mr. bravo?
Well, my mama's been kidnapped.
Kidnapped? By whom?
Well, that's just it. I—I don't know.
She was supposed to be home by 6:00.
Come 6:01, she still wasn't back.
Hmm, that is strange.
I—I saw your program, and I figured you could help me get her back.
I see.
So... Can you help?
Possibly.
Now, as I'm sure you know, Jenny—
Johnny. Nick.
As I'm sure you know, that's just a TV show.
Oh, shoot.
You wouldn't believe what I spend on tailoring.
Anyway, as I said, it's just a TV show.
Blast!
Hand me that shirt, would you?
Thanks.
However, Betty, wherever there's a life at stake,
I have no qualms about getting tough.
I knew you were the right guy to come to.
All right, then...
Let's go get your mama.
Right!
To the Adam west mobile!
Shoot! That's a dumb name, isn't it?
No, it's fine. Really?
Sure.
Oh, come on. Knock it off.
Wait a minute.
[Tires screech]
What's that? What's what?
Our first clue—
a 3rd Avenue candy bar wrapper,
conveniently discarded on top of this trash heap—
a little too conveniently, I think.
Almost as if someone wanted us to find it.
Someone's toying with us, Mr. bravo.
And no one makes a sit and spin
out of Adam west.
We got to get to 3rd Avenue!
[Tires screech]
All right, Johnny.
Our next clue is bound to show up
somewhere around here.
Look!
Adam: Beijing mama's Chinese food. Ha ha!
The clever couching of the word "mama"
in the name of that restaurant doesn't fool us for a second.
Not us.
Not us, indeed.
I've got a hunch our next clue is somewhere inside.
Here's some tea to start you off, gentlemen.
Wait! What?
Don't drink that. It might be poisoned.
Dump it in that plant and see if it dies.
[Heart beating]
Oh, that was close.
We're safe, for now.
Wait! What?
Johnny, look next to the soy sauce.
Fortune cookies!
Could be our next clue.
No, wait.
There could be a bomb inside.
Give it... To me.
One... Two... Three—
what does it say?
"Your heart's afire."
Hmm... That rhymes with "tarts on a wire,"
which in turn sounds like "carts for hire."
Kelly, your mother's being held at the golf course!
Holy guacamole!
We got to save her!
No time to waste, Johnny!
To the golf course!
Nothing yet—wait!
What? [Tires screech]
That hole with the red flag sticking out of it.
I see it.
Obviously indicative of an evil,
underground race of savage mole people!
Oh, no! You think they've got mama?
I believe these mole people are planning to induct your mother
into their twisted society of subterranean degeneracy as a source of genetic harvest
with which they plan to create a hybrid race of rodent homo sapiens
for the sole purpose of conquering the galaxy!
What are we gonna do?
We've got to dig
to the central Metropolis of moleville
and rescue her by force!
I'll get some shovels! Good man.
And I've got a friend with some heavy machinery.
[Mechanical noises]
Keep digging, Johnny!
We're bound to hit one of their skyscrapers!
[Sirens]
Well, well. What have we here?
Adam: Officer, quick.
Bring more men and equipment.
And inflatable rafts— bring inflatable rafts!
We'll need them when we reach the underground river of the mole men.
Officer: Well, actually, we had something else in mind.
This is obviously a cage of some sort.
Well, no matter. I've gotten out of tighter spots.
All right, bravo. Your bail's here.
Mama! You're ok!
Well, of course I am, Johnny boy.
I got home a little late from shopping, honey.
And when I heard what happened, I rushed right down here.
It's good to see you're safe, ma'am.
Mr. west, I can't say you've been a good influence on my son.
Well, Mrs. bravo, I know it may seem like that to you now,
but there are things a man must do in the name of good,
tough decisions that have to be made to get to the bottom of a situation.
Things that..
Hello? Hello?
[Carnival music plays]
[Cheering]
Oh, Johnny, isn't the circus just dreamy?
Oh, yeah...
Dreamy.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my newest mind-control slave,
I mean, my newest act, jungle boy!
Crowd: Yay.
Take it away, jungle boy!
Crowd: Ooh...
Crowd: Aah...
Crowd: Ohh...
Take a bow, jungle brat.
Crowd: Yay!
And I'm your ringmaster, Vivian ViXen.
Good night, wonderful people of Aron city,
and remember, the circus is your friend.
Vivian ViXen... Rrowr!
It's like destiny calling.
Hyah! Ooh!
Johnny, does jungle boy seem
a little odd to you today?
What? Do you mean the little 2-year-old wearing a loincloth,
performing random feats of superhuman strength?
No. Why?
Well, it seemed like he was,
I don't know, brainwashed or something.
[Dramatic music plays]
Did you hear something?
I think Vivian ViXen is up to something evil.
We'd better check her out.
I couldn't agree with you more.
Well, jungle boy, thanks to my mind-control device and your super strength,
I'll be a millionaire by the end of the fiscal year.
Ha ha ha ha!
Oh, my gosh! Did you hear that, Johnny?
Oh, yeah! Ha ha.
I dig the way she laughs.
No, she's holding jungle boy prisoner
with a mind- controlling device.
Why? To make him do tricks.
What for? To make lots of money!
Who's doing what? Johnny!
Vivian ViXen is controlling jungle boy's mind!
[Dramatic music plays]
So is that a bad thing?
Come on!
[Squeaking, screeching]
Ok, Johnny. You distract miss ViXen,
and I'll grab the mind- controlling device.
Hmm..."ViXen."
I like the way that sounds.
Miss ViXen is fixin' to start mixin' it up with me.
Hyah! Oh, yeah!
ViXen Bo-bixen, mo-mixen—huh!
Will you go already?
[Squeaking, screeching]
[Screech]
Today is your rendezvous with destiny, miss ViXen.
Aah..."ViXen." I like saying that.
ViXen! ViXen! ViXen! ViXen. ViXen.
Excuse me, but this area is private.
And so am I—
private first class lover boy,
at your service. Hyah!
I could be your newest attraction—the perfect man!
Jungle boy, please remove this... This testosterone anachronism from my sight.
Oh, yeah! She called me an anac—an—Ana—an—
is that a good thing?
Aaah! Oh!
Now, where were we? Oh, yeah—
hyah! Check it out! Barnum and Bailey!
Oh, jungle boy!
Whoooa!
Ha ha ha ha!
What the—?
I've got it! I've got it!
I've got the mind- controlling device!
Come back here, you little brat!
Gimme that! Didn't your mama
teach you not to steal from beautiful women?
Unless, of course, you steal their hearts.
Oh, my gosh, Johnny!
She's gotten to you, too!
You're a victim of mind control!
[Dramatic music plays]
Mind control? Ha!
It would take more than a little old
mind-controlling device to control me.
Here! Bravo boy!
Heel!
Yes, ma'am! [Panting]
Jungle boy, get rid of this buffoon once and for all.
[Gagging]
Hey, look, guys. It's jungle boy.
[Animals shouting at once]
Must... Get... Rid... Of... Buffoon.
Oh, my goodness! Look!
Jungle boy's mind is being controlled by some sort of mind-controlling device!
[Dramatic music plays]
Who keeps playing that music?
Do it, jungle boy. Drop him in!
No! Don't!
Yes! No!
Vivian: Yes! Suzy: No!
Yes!
Nooo!
Man, I love slow motion.
Oh, my gosh! What am I doing?
Hey! What are you guys doing up there?
Vivian ViXen was controlling your mind with her evil machine.
Well, that's not right.
Hyah!
I don't mean to be rude,
but you're a cold-hearted snake!
Hey! What's that supposed to mean?
Suzy: Well, what are you going to do now, jungle boy?
I don't know.
I was thinking of finding
a nice, quiet corner of Montana,
settling down, and trying to stay out of history's way.
Couldn't you just return to the jungle
and live happily ever after?
Oh, yeah! There's that, too.
Come on, animal friends!
Let's go home.
Oh... I was beginning to like the oil.
So, miss ViXen...
Since your circus is ruined, with your prime attraction being gone and all,
how's about you concentrating on me? Hyah!
Your primal attraction... Rrowr!
You know... Ha ha...
I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.
Suzie, crowd: Yay!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the one, the only... Johnny bravo!
[Plays harmonica as chain saws buzz]
Never had one lesson. Ha ha!
[Whistling]
Aah... It's a beautiful day...
The kind of a day where nothing can go wrong.
Johnny?
Oh! Oh!
Johnny!
You forgot your pants!
Oh, man... I thought it was kind of drafty.
[Honking, laughing]
Come on, Johnny!
Give soiled Sally a kiss!
Forget it, kid! Ain't gonna happen.
I got a responsibility to my masculinity.
I kiss your doll, next thing you know, I'm ironing my own shirts.
Please, Johnny?
No!
Oh... Mama!
[Crash]
Oh! Oh! My favorite oak cabinet!
I won that on sale of the century!
Oops. Y-you still got your consolation prizes, right?
The vegetable oil? No. I used it up.
Sorry.
Dear me, Johnny!
I would've expected better of you!
But apparently you're not responsible enough
to be left alone without supervision.
Johnny, you need a nanny.
A nanny?
Would she look like Fran drescher?
Now, do you feel you are qualified
to supervise a boy Johnny's age?
Oh, yes, I simply adore children.
And I feel I really have the—
ability to connect with them on their own—
level.
So, do I get the job?
We'll call you.
Great. Hope to hear from you.
Put that one on the psycho list.
Do you deal well with young people?
Oh, yes. I know how to handle them.
Course, I have a little help from Mr. leather strap
and his roommate, Mr. hickory stick.
They speak the kids' language.
We'll call you.
Call her what? Johnny!
'Cause I can think of a few things.
So, tell me again why you want the job, Mr... Donny osmond?
Well, shoot. I just love kids.
I'm a grown man!
Thumbs up! Johnny: Huh?
Oh, how delightful! And so handsome!
You're hired.
What?
He's not even a chick, mama.
No... But I'm a fast learner.
Great.
Donny: Buck up, Johnny.
I've got all sorts of fun stuff for us to do.
Like what?
I'm taking you to Peter the horse's burger fun house!
You've got to be kidding me.
[Electronic voice] Hi, kids!
Welcome to Peter's!
Donny: Looks like a good time,
doesn't it, Johnny?
No. Why don't you jump in the balls?
Why don't you jump in the river?
Ha ha! There's no river here.
Only good, clean fun.
Come on! It's exercise.
Oof!
Oh, man. Which way is up?
I could get lost forever in here.
Excuse me, kid.
How do I get out of these balls?
Good question. I've been in here since I was 5.
[Gasping]
Uh!
Hey there! Did you have fun?
I want to go now.
Sure thing, Johnny.
We've still got lots more to do.
[Choir singing, birds chirping]
Johnny: All right, what's the guitar for?
I'm going to teach you how to sing, Johnny.
And I'm gonna teach you how to shut up.
Oh, neat! It'll be like a trade!
Ok. Here's a fun way to remember the musical notes.
♪ A, like Nick from family ties ♪
♪ b, the bug you try to dodge ♪
♪ c, the thing your eyes do best ♪
♪ d, and rerun, Dwayne, and raj ♪
ok, hold up there, perky boy.
What? Can I see that for a second?
My guitar?
Yeah, the guitar.
I—I want to sing a different tune.
Hey, neat idea! We'll have a sing-along!
Everybody wins with a sing-along!
Right, yeah, everybody.
A sing-along.
[Johnny grunts]
Hey, that wasn't very nice.
Yeah, that's a dang shame when that happens.
But it's ok.
I also brought my bagpipes.
[Piping loudly]
[Rumbling]
What do you want to do now, Johnny?
Hey, how about we play hide-and-seek?
Hey, fun!
Ok, I'll count. You hide.
Perfect.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro...
[Laughter on TV]
[Doorbell rings]
Hey, why'd you do that?
Do what?
Run off and leave me looking for nothing.
I didn't run off.
I just... Came back for some hot cocoa.
Oh... Ok. Now I'll hide.
Ok. Bye. Bye.
Oh, hello, Johnny.
Where's your nanny?
Hide-and-seek. He's hiding.
Well, I'm so glad this is all working out!
Me, too, mama. Me, too.
Ha ha ha.
He'll never find me here.
[Rooster crows]
Ah! A brand-new day with brand-new possibilities.
Hey... Johnny never came looking for me.
Ha ha ha ha.
I'm a better hider than I thought.
[Crunching]
[Doorbell rings]
Oh, get that, would you, Johnny?
Sure, mama.
I win!
Win what?
Hide-and-seek. I win!
Oh, yeah, right.
Ooh, man, you stink like a landfill.
It's the smell of victory, Johnny.
Donny, where have you been?
Weren't you supposed to be watching Johnny?
Johnny, did you get into any trouble while I was gone?
No, Donny. I was sleeping.
You see, Mrs. bravo?
Johnny no longer needs a nanny.
My work here is done.
Oh, Donny... Will we ever see you again?
Who can say?
There are so many children just like Johnny
who desperately need my services.
Farewell!
Mama, there goes a real weirdo.
Donny: Remember, Johnny, keep a dream in your heart, and always reach for the—
[thud]
[Sizzling]
Ok, that was a bad idea.
Can I borrow your car?
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