One, two, three, hiya!
Baby!
Sassy!
Skudley!
Ooh!
Check-a-packs!
Man, I'm pretty!
Hey there, baby!
Yeah, whatever.
Oh, honey, don't you just love volunteering at the nursery?
And babysitting!
It's like checking out books at the library.
If you don't like it, there's no commitment.
What could be better?
Feeling my hands?
Now, Johnny, can't you just sit back and enjoy the sunshine?
Hanging with my mama and a kid in the park ain't the same as
kicking it at the beach with a bunch of hot bathing suit babes.
Well, just use your imagination.
Oh, yeah.
If you wanna view paradise, simply look around and view it.
Oh,
man, get it, beach bunnies!
Dude!
Nobody told me there was a beach here!
Surf's up!
Maybe the ladies wanna see Bravo in action!
Maybe a little fun time, Johnny?
Johnny, I forgot the baby's Teddy bumpkins.
And your point is?
I'll be back.
Just stay here and watch the baby.
That's a little high.
Watch it do what?
Ha!
Baby!
So, I heard you do tricks or something.
Come on!
How about... Roll over!
Heel!
Sit up!
No, not spit up!
You know, you're not very good at this.
No, no, no!
Wait a second!
I-I didn't say cry!
What the... Get out of here, dog!
Can't you see I've got a crying baby here?
Oh, man!
Come on, kid!
Stop crying, will ya?
Please stop crying.
There you go.
Now, let's try this again.
See, if you're hanging with Johnny, there's a few rules.
No spit ups, no crying, and, uh, definitely no stinkies.
Got it?
And most important, you gotta start working it Johnny style.
Now, look who's talking.
Oh, my gosh!
What an adorable baby!
Is he yours?
Well, of course he is.
He's got his daddy's eyes.
And his smile!
Well, if you ever need any help or just someone to meet in the park, call me.
Uh, I saw them first.
Not even!
Totally!
Uh-uh!
Bye-bye, baby.
Bye, little munchkin cake!
Hope to see you soon.
How does two o'clock sound?
Well, that was forward.
A little brazen, but I liked it.
Okay!
Two o'clock it is!
Give me five, kid.
Uh... Thanks.
I think.
Did you see that?
Those chicks were totally diggin' on our baby daddy action.
And if the ladies like a little bravo baby, they'll love a lot of bravo baby.
Come on!
Nice!
That's one fresh-lookin' apple from a fine strappin' tree!
Hold up now, kid.
That action ain't workin' for ya.
We gotta smooth out your moves.
You see, kid?
You gotta stretch your stuff.
Show those baby girls what bravo men are made of.
Go, baby!
Go, go, go, baby!
Now, shake it!
Follow my lead, kid.
Shake, shake!
Shake, shake, shake it!
Don't break it!
I took your mama nine months to make it!
Oh, look at that!
What a super-involved daddy!
We'll set up a play date.
Call me!
Play date's at two, pretty mamas!
Whee!
See you there!
Now, kid, not to be mean, but I've noticed you're a little flabby.
A little squishy and wrinkly.
And I know all the other kids are doin' it, but my kid can do better.
And not for the baby fat baby.
If you're gonna be a bravo, you gotta have muscle.
So here, lift this weight.
This?
How about this?
That's it, kid!
Feel the burn!
Come on, baby!
Work it!
That is so awesome!
Baby and daddy workout, I love it!
Call me, and we'll do a baby workout together.
I'm great with babies!
Then I'll see you buff babes at, oh, let's say, two... You got it, daddy-o!
Get ready to work up a sweat!
Kid, you know how to work the magic!
Oh, this is great, kid!
We got our play date all lined up for two o'clock.
Complete with the sweet chicks, buff babes, and hot mamas.
Herp!
Who knew a mini-me was what all the babes were pining for?
Hi, mama!
Hello, mama!
Oh, Johnny, there you are.
The baby's mom is here to take him home.
What?
No, you can't take him now!
Whoa, mama!
Oh, Johnny!
Who knew you had such a thing for kids?
We gotta go.
Can you bring all my baby stuff home with you?
Uh, yeah, mama.
I'll bring it all... later.
Hmm.
Needs a little something.
I was saving this lock of hair for my biggest fan, but... what the hay.
Anything for the ladies.
Just in time.
Yoo-hoo, Johnny!
Is it time to play with you and your sweetie?
Why, yes, but my baby is a-sleepy.
Well, then, do you need a saw here?
Like a Doe needs a deer.
And us?
What's the fuss?
How about two mamas?
Better than a pack of llamas.
Well, then, let's go!
On with the show!
Are you sure we can't see your little pumpkin?
Well... Uh... Are you crazy?
He's taking his little nappy nap.
You know, you never disturb nappy nap.
Yeah, you never disturb nappy nap.
That's too bad, cause he's so cute!
Just like his dadda!
Those blonde locks!
Those sweet moves!
The sunglasses!
The outfit!
Come on, Johnny!
Can't we just take a peek?
Yeah, just a little peek-a-boo.
Uh... Um... Baby bumpkins will get cranky-wanky if his nappy-wappy is...
disturby-werbid.
Just one look!
Johnny!
What?
The baby!
Oh, forget about it.
That's no baby.
It's...
The... Baby!
I can't find anything on runaway babies or merry-go-round mishaps!
Who writes these things?
Make way!
Heroic deed in progress!
Well, hello, sweet and lovely.
Uh... Isn't that your baby?
Yeah!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, great.
A third eye.
It's okay, Bob.
I think there's a cream for that.
Oh, Johnny!
That was so awesome!
You can look after my child anytime!
You're just the best daddy ever!
How could you be so brave?
We love you, Johnny!
Ladies!
Enough focus on Johnny and his truly amazing-amazingness.
Cause the real hero here is...
This little fella.
Aww!
Oh, yeah!
Let's give it up for... The baby!
What's that?
Where's the baby?
That's just an empty bag of rice!
What did you do to the baby?
What kind of lousy father are you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
See, you got it all wrong.
I am not the father.
What?
Yeah!
I'm just a really cool guy who was babysitting
some kid until the real mom took him back.
Then I used this sack of rice to make you think that I still had a baby.
Well, I... Never!
So, that makes it all better, right?
Right?
Boom!
Mommy?
Johnny has a boo-boo.
Hey, pretty lady.
How about we make like a pop song and I fly you to the moon?
Buzz off, jerk!
Or I'll knock you into next week.
For you, baby, I'm open all next week.
How about Tuesday?
Check it out.
I got an ultra rare Graalvenian sand speeder with realistic fire damage.
Only $175.
Still in its original package?
Well, no.
Then you were had, my druid friend.
Holy cracked control consoles!
Whoa, dude.
Nice alliteration.
An unidentified flying object.
And it's coming this...
No way.
It's human.
What happened?
What is the last thing you remember, oh man from the sky?
She said, I'll knock you into next week.
I think I can.
Well, that was random.
I can only hypothesize that this strange man has traveled here from the past.
And from the guise of his garb and the quaff on
his head, I deduce that he is from circa 1963.
Ooh, the distant past.
And you know what that means.
Your eye is melting.
No.
We have a grave responsibility.
We must keep him from interacting with any human.
Dude, seriously.
Your eye is melting.
Blazes!
For once, the melty-eyed one is right.
Any interaction with humans from this ape-man's future could change history.
Not to mention the space-time continuum.
Yes!
We could be faced with the end of the world as we know it.
But I've never found true love!
Quiet, fool!
There's still time.
No one has noticed us yet.
We've got to get him out of here before he fully regains consciousness.
And it's so picky, lad.
Wee, wee, wee!
I abhor violence.
But...
Mmm.
Power bloopers.
Excellent!
The shuttle has arrived.
We'll take him to Command Central.
You mean... Yes!
The rec room at his mom's house!
Hi, Sandy, Marvin, Kenny.
Mother Unit, please don't utter our human names.
Okay, whatever.
My goodness!
What on earth did you buy this time?
It's, uh... full-scale... model!
Hey!
How'd I get inside this bag?
What in the world was that?
Oh, it's a very sophisticated, fully animatronic model.
Man, it's dark in here!
Yeah, and it talks.
Maybe I should stop wearing my sunglasses at night.
Yes, I seem to have set the talking controls on.
Dazed and confused.
We'll be very busy.
Uh, Mother Unit, make sure that no one disturbs us.
Okie dokie.
I'll fix you boys some sandwiches.
Did someone say sandwiches?
Oh!
Perchops and applesauce.
Buttermilk toast and biscuits.
He's bound to come out of this stupid any moment now.
The primitive one must not see anything from after 1963.
Quick!
Were pool tables invented yet?
I don't know.
I... don't... know!
Hey, what is this?
A surprise party?
Aw, man, I didn't know it was my birthday.
Run a computer check on 1963.
I need historical data and I need it now.
But we just shoved all our computers in the closet!
My Thorn thunder sticks!
I'm surrounded by nincompoops!
Alright then, I'll improvise.
Observe.
Using a Jedi mind trick, I'll convince him that it's 1963.
Ok, if it's my birthday party, who are you guys?
We're... your friends.
Right.
So where am I?
Why, you're in 1963, of course!
Right.
It's certainly 1963.
How come you're wearing a diaper?
It's a turban, you fool!
Well, let's get your birthday party started.
We're just about to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey.
Pin the Tail on the Donkey?
Excellent.
He's taking the bait.
Execute plan B.
And while you're attempting to pin the tail on the domestic mammal, I'll just put
this vinyl record of rock and roll on this cool and crazy record player.
Out of sight, man.
63 skidoo!
Ow!
Interjection!
Are you sure this is 1963?
Of course it is 1963.
Why wouldn't it be?
Everything is so totally awesome.
Totally awesome?
I mean...
Groovy!
Everything is totally groovy!
Totally weird is more like it.
You fool!
You've put on a recording from 1964.
You've ruined everything!
He knows!
Oh, the jig is up.
We must reveal all to you.
We apologize for the subterfuge.
It is not 1963.
Oh, time traveler.
What do you mean, time traveler?
You've traveled through time to the far future.
As incredible as it may seem, it's now...
the 21st century.
What?
21st century?
Wow!
You mean like the Jetsons?
Are there flying cars and stuff?
Actually, anti-gravity flight is still quite implicit, fool.
We mustn't tell the ape-man anything about his future.
We're all in grave danger.
You must not interact with this world.
You mean like I'm doing now?
Yes!
I mean, no.
Uh, I mean... Dude, stop it!
You could cause a rip in the space-time continuum.
A rift!
You need to watch more TV!
You play outside too much!
Ahem, there is one slim chance.
If we were to construct a huge catapult, we
could shoot our ape-man back into the past!
What you talking about, freaky kid?
Are you mad?
It's far too dangerous.
If we were to shoot him into the past, we
could miss 1963 and send him somewhere else.
Who knows what havoc that would wreak.
Yeah, what he said.
No.
It's better to keep him locked up right here.
What?
You ain't locking me up in here.
I can find my own way back to the past.
Thank you very much.
Not another step ape-man, or... Or what?
Seriously, you guys should get some help.
Okay, gotta stop to think.
Stuck in the future, and I gotta get back to the past.
So this is Aaron's city in the 21st century, huh?
Hasn't changed much.
Except cars are a lot smaller.
Now's our chance.
He's distracted by that remote control vehicle.
Let's grab him.
No, you fool.
It's far too public a place.
We mustn't draw any attention to him.
Wait.
Maybe if I run super fast around the world a couple of
times, I can make it spin backwards and go back in time.
Maybe if I run backwards.
Oh, man.
I need more power.
Hi.
Need a ride?
Hey, can this baby go 88 miles an hour?
I need you to drive me back to the past like in that movie.
Punch it, baby.
Punch it.
What did you say your name was?
Johnny.
Johnny Bravo.
Well, Johnny, the speed limit here is 25 miles an hour.
But we've got to go faster.
Maybe if I lighten the load a little.
Prepare for invasive action.
Sir, a shield's here at 50% capacity.
We can't take much more.
Ready cloaking device.
Hey, what are you slowing down for?
A stop sign.
Oh, forget it.
I can go faster on foot.
Okay, if you want to walk, I guess it's healthier.
Sandy?
Back!
Back, you darn dirty apes!
I'm sorry, primitive one.
We must return you to your own time!
I say we build a catapult!
No, it's far too dangerous.
Yeah, that's messed up.
Sandy, Kenny, Marvin, this game has gone on long enough.
Can't you see your friend doesn't want to play?
Mom, you don't understand.
Christ, lady, you saved me again.
My pleasure, Johnny.
Funny, I never noticed how very foxy you are.
Oh, gosh, thank you.
Gee, Sandahan, he's hitting on your mom.
Yeah, talk about messing with your future.
He could end up your dad.
Gentlemen, I think it's time we send our friend back to the past.
Um, mother unit.
Yes, Sandy?
Can we just play one more game with our friend?
Didn't you say this thing is dangerous?
Uh, no, I said it was mangerous.
Oh, mangerous.
Huh?
He's on to us!
Fire in the hole!
Oh!
Colonel, is the enemy allowed to use real missiles?
Huh?
Whoa!
Incoming!
What year is this supposed to be?
1863.
Oh, man.
Wake me in a hundred years, will ya?
Nope!
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