ANNOUNCER: And now, Animator's Alley.
Your hosts: The Warner brothers.
Today, our guest is Cappy "Cap" Barnhouse,
a pioneer in animation. Welcome, Cappy.
It's a pleasure to join ya.
Why? Were we coming apart?
Say that again?
Never mind.
Cappy, you were with the Warner Bros. studio
from the very beginning, right?
Yeah, I started with Warners
back when all we made were pies.
We just started making cartoons
when people weren't buying the pies.
CAPPY: Now, let's see. Now, that was back in 19...
Oh, I don't know.
But it was back when we made pies.
Oh.
One day, the head guy,
his name was Leon something-or-other,
he says to me, he says,
"Cappy, today I don't want you to make a pie.
I want you to make a cartoon."
[SNORING] [YAWNING]
CAPPY: Well, Rudy Ising and Hugh Harman
and Friz and me and some other guy with a lisp
was brought onboard. [WARNERS SNORING]
And then we made our first cartoon,
which was, uh... Uh, Bosko and Honey.
Oh, we made a few of those and...
[MUMBLES]
[SNORES]
[ALL SNORING]
Pies! We made pies.
Uh, the cartoons came later.
And speaking of cartoons, let's get this show on the road.
[♪♪♪]
ALL: ♪ It's time for Animaniacs ♪
♪ And we're zany to the max ♪
♪ So just sit back and relax ♪
♪ You'll laugh Till you collapse ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs ♪
BOTH: ♪ Come join The Warner brothers ♪
♪ And the Warner sister, Dot ♪
ALL: ♪ Just for fun we run around The Warner movie lot ♪
♪ They lock us in the tower Whenever we get caught ♪
♪ But we break loose And then vamoose ♪
♪ And now you know the plot ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs ♪
♪ Dot is cute and Yakko yaks ♪
♪ Wakko packs away the snacks ♪
♪ While Bill Clinton Plays the sax ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs ♪
♪ Meet Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Who want to rule The universe ♪
♪ Goodfeathers flock together ♪
♪ Slappy whacks 'em With her purse ♪
♪ Buttons chases Mindy ♪
♪ While Rita sings a verse ♪
♪ The writers flipped We have no script ♪
♪ Why bother to rehearse? ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs ♪
♪ We have pay-or-play Contracts ♪
♪ We're zany to the max ♪
♪ There's bologna In our slacks ♪
♪ We're Animan-y ♪
♪ Totally insane-y ♪
♪ How urbane-y ♪
♪ Animaniacs ♪
♪ Those are the facts ♪
ANNOUNCER: We now return to Animator's Alley.
So, uh, then, in '43
we made Winky, the Finicky Tapeworm.
He lived inside a British buffalo, Sir Poopsalot.
CAPPY: Then we made a bunch of fish cartoons.
Fish are funny creatures.
[GASPS]
We did Timmy Tuna,
Shh! Barney Bass,
and Frieda the Overly Friendly Fluke.
But the fish lip is the hardest to draw.
[WHISPERS] I've seen people scream
when they see a poorly-drawn fish lip.
[WHISPERS] They think it's a monster.
But it's just a fish lip.
Lips are important.
You can't talk without lips.
Well, you could, but you'd sound like:
[BABBLES]
[♪♪♪]
♪ The jungle was nice ♪
♪ But way behind the times ♪
♪ For two endangered hippos With hip and trendy minds ♪
♪ So they flew Their Ranch Roover ♪
♪ To the city's neon glow ♪
♪ Flavio and Marita The hip hippos ♪
[♪♪♪]
WOMAN: Zoologist's log, day 92,
Gina Embryo speaking.
The great endangered Hippopotamus trendolius
remains free from danger thanks to my diligent efforts.
[GIBBERS]
[YAWNS]
I, my beautiful self, could play this course blindfolded.
Well, why not?
I must stay undercover
so as not to disturb these gentle creatures
in their unnatural habitat
no matter what the risk.
Fore.
Oh, hole in one again.
Yawn and sigh.
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAMING]
Nothing ever happens around here.
I'm permanently puckered.
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
What's this? The female seems depressed.
This bestseller is boring.
Boring.
Boring, boring, boring.
Marita.
Flavio.
BOTH: I'm so bored!
Are we in a rut?
Is this all there is?
Rooftop golf?
Ranch Rover racing?
I have an idea.
Flavio, look.
"Thrill-Seeking Adventures for the Rich."
Mm, sounds delicious,
my small, crumbly crumb from a no-yeast cake.
Let's have a thrill-seeking adventure.
Here's one. They give it a Danger Rating of 2.
What is it?
Bungee jumping.
[GROANS]
Darling, am I all bungee- attached or bungeed-up
or whatever beautiful bungee-people call it?
Yes, my flyboy.
Must save my thick-skinned babies.
They could hurt themselves.
Let's fly.
May thrills await us.
I must protect the hippos.
[SCREAMS]
[WHINNIES]
[GASPS]
[YAWNS]
[SCREAMS]
[GASPS]
[GRUNTS]
MARITA: Well, that was boring.
I think we need more danger.
What else is in that catalog?
Here's a good one. Danger Rating 7.
"Running before the bulls in Spain."
Let's do it. Olé. Zorro. Barcelona.
[♪♪♪]
Must save hippos.
Now, they blow the whistle,
the bulls come down the street, and we run.
That's the danger part.
Run? No, Flavio, I do not run.
Very well, my well-worn, little, leather driving glove.
We shall stroll.
Zoologist's log, day 95, Gina Embryo speaking.
Unless I create some sort of diversion,
my hippos will be trampled by wild bulls.
[WHISTLES]
[ROARING, GRUNTING]
Olé
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[SCREAMS]
Did you just feel something?
Rain?
[SNORTING]
[WHISTLE]
Huh?
[WHISTLES]
Yoo-hoo!
Over here!
[SCREAMS]
Oh!
Oh.
[LOWING]
[SCREAMS]
[GROWLING, SNORTING]
No!
Klaatu barada nikto.
Need...new...career.
I thought this was supposed to be dangerous.
[SCOFFS] Everything Hemingway did is overrated.
I guess we need to aim higher, mon chouchou.
Here's a good one.
Danger Rating 11.
Ooh.
Scuba dive with the great white sharks.
Look, pumpkin seed, the sea beast approaches.
Let us greet the local barbarian.
[GROWLS]
Zoologist's log, day 97.
My poor, defenseless babies face the ultimate predator.
I must save them.
BOTH: One, dos, trois.
Boring.
Overrated.
[SCREAMS]
[COUGHS, GASPS]
[SIGHS]
My hippos still safe.
[GROWLS]
Flav?
Yes, my special little molasses brownie?
I've learned something.
The most thrilling thing around...
Is our own beautiful selves.
BOTH: I'm so happy.
ANNOUNCER: We now return to Animator's Alley.
In 1954, I got a bunion.
CAPPY: So I figures, what if a bunion could talk?
That's when I come up with Bun Ion Boy.
Bun Ion Boy lived on a farmer's toe.
Uh, I think that was a mistake.
Farmers step in things that aren't decent.
Then in '57, I made Kiki the Sickly Lemur.
CAPPY: Would you like me to talk about it?
Well, all right.
Kiki had no torso.
ALL: We're free! Free! Free!
[♪♪♪]
Well, so long, Mother.
So long, Father.
Oh, my little woodchuck going to Hollywood.
Are you sure you wanna do this, Baynarts?
Dad, I told you, it's not Baynarts.
It's Charlton. Charlton Woodchucks.
And yes, Father, I must do this.
For acting is my destiny.
Mourn not, my simple parents. Mourn not.
For, you see--
Ooh!
You really know how to wreck a dramatic moment.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if--?
[SNORING] No, that's wrong.
How about:
How...much wood...
could a woodchuck...chuck?
[GRUNTS]
Would you be quiet?
Excuse me, but I'm rehearsing.
I have a very important audition tomorrow
for the role of Franklin the Friendly Woodchuck.
I am an actor.
You? An actor? Ha! That's a good one.
[LAUGHS]
Would you write your name down?
Thank you. When I'm famous, I'll make it a point not to like you.
MR. JENKINS [LAUGHING]: Yeah, right. Whatever.
[♪♪♪]
DIRECTOR: You three woodchucks, step forward.
Look at them. All day long, the same thing.
I want a woodchuck that's real. Real emotions.
These acting woodchucks make me sick.
All right, number one. Go ahead.
To be or not to be...
DIRECTOR: Next!
♪ One singular sensa-- ♪
DIRECTOR: Next!
[GASPS]
[NERVOUSLY] How mu--? Much--?
Much wood...?
That's it! Such reality.
That's my woodchuck!
[MOANS]
[♪♪♪]
All right, Charlton, now, remember.
You just do whatever the narrator says. Ya got that?
Oh, yes. Uh-huh. Super, super. Very good.
All right, people. Let's do it!
MAN: Franklin the Friendly Woodchuck. Take one.
Ooh!
Ouch!
That hurt!
So sue me.
Would you write your name down?
Thank you. When I'm famous, I'll make it a point not to like you.
[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]
And cue narrator.
Well, Franklin the Friendly Woodchuck was a-rompin'
through the forest.
Now, woodchucks love to romp,
and Franklin was no exception.
Then Franklin saw somethin' he'd never seen.
A big, fuzzy grizzly bear.
Franklin decided to play with Mr. Bear.
[SNORING]
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
But old Mr. Bear wouldn't play.
Now, even the dumbest coonhound
knows that bears and woodchucks are natural enemies.
Ooh!
[LAUGHING] Well,
looks like Franklin's learned a valuable lesson.
Why, lookie here.
It's Mr. Woodpecker.
"Maybe he'll be my friend," thought Franklin.
But Mr. Woodpecker was a mite angry
'cause Franklin had ruined his tree.
[CHUCKLING] Poor Franklin.
"Won't anyone be my friend?" he thought.
Well, just then, Mr. Boa Constrictor came a-wigglin' by.
"Maybe he'll be my friend."
Could we stop a minute?
Now, Franklin knew he wouldn't get eaten
'cause boas don't like the taste of woodchucks.
[SIGHS]
But still, they try.
Pwech!
Uh-oh, there's that bear again.
[HOLLOW TAPPING]
Lookie here. Cute, little, busy, buzzy bees.
"Maybe they'll be my friend," Franklin thought.
[GRUNTS]
But those old, buzzy bees didn't want to play.
Yeow!
Now, it's a well-known fact
that woodchucks are highly allergic to bee stings.
Well, bee sting or not,
Franklin decided to make the most of it
and get to rompin' again.
Oh!
Uh-oh, there's that bear again.
Oh!
Well, what's this?
An old ammunitions shack in the middle of the forest.
"I wonder what's in there," Franklin thought.
I really need to stop a minute.
Can we stop? Oh, please? Oh, please?
Now, a dangerous ammunitions shack
is no place for a woodchuck.
But Franklin went in anyway.
Careful, Franklin.
Uh-oh, there's that bear again.
[SNARLS]
Hold it right there.
[GROWLS]
Would you write your name down?
Thank you.
When I'm famous, I'll...
That's it. I quit.
[♪♪♪]
Baynarts!
I thought you's a big movie star in Hollywood.
Well, we had creative differences.
Uh, what you got there?
Just some names.
YAKKO: Night, Wakko.
WAKKO: Good night, Dot.
DOT: Good night, Yakko.
YAKKO: Hey, I wonder what happened to Cappy.
[SNORING]
Pies! We made pies.
[SNORING]
[♪♪♪]
ALL: Sit, Ubu, sit.