We will return to Isle of Piles: The Beaver
after these short messages.
Hello. It's me, Larry Lackapants,
Arkansas cheese master,
soon to be king and queen of cheese.
♪ I want to be the king and queen of cheese ♪
♪ Won't you help me be the king and queen of cheese? ♪
Men, do you love cheese more than anything else in the world?
Then come on down to Cornflake, Arkansas,
and let's make some cheese with me!
Oh! Oof!
Mom, can I go to Arkansas to make cheese?
Pleeeeease?
Why, of course you can, dear.
I'll go pack my suitcase right now.
All aboard!
Now, Cow, Mr. Lackapants will meet you
at the station in Cornflake.
Good-bye, Chicken.
Yeah. So long.
Oh! I'm going to miss you, big brother.
Hey! Easy with the wattle, Cow.
Bye, Mom.
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Chicken.
Bon voyage! Bon voyage!
Don't forget to wash behind your udder, and be a good cow!
And don't take no bull.
Gee, I never thought I'd be sorry to see that fat idiot go.
Huh? Crabs!
Cow, wait! You forgot Crabs the Warthog!
♪ He wants to be the king and queen of cheese ♪
Whoa! I got Crabs...
The Warthog!
Tickets, please.
I'm going to Cornflake, Arkansas,
to make cheese with the king and queen of cheese.
Next stop, Cornflake, Arkansas.
Huh? Oh!
Ooh! Yoo-hoo! Over here!
Are you Cow?
Oh, yes, I'm Cow,
and I want to make cheese more than anything.
Oh, glory!
With your help, I'll become the king and queen of cheese.
At last, someone who believes in me.
Come, my dear Cow.
Ha ha! My vehicle is over here.
"Welcome to Cornflake."
This must be it!
♪ King and queen of cheese ♪
♪ I want to be the king and queen of cheese ♪
What are all these machines doing?
Making cheese, of course.
My patented cheese-sucking machine
will suck cheese out of anything.
This one is making bucket cheese.
This one is making water tower cheese.
Here. Have some weasel cheese.
Ooh...
Blech!
No good, huh?
That's my problem!
I've tried everything--
haystack cheese, silo cheese,
grandma cheese.
I even tried horse cheese.
Dog cheese, hyena cheese,
lizard cheese, duck cheese.
But they refused to cooperate.
They didn't want me to be the king and queen of cheese!
Um, Mr. Lackapants?
Yeeeesss?
My teacher says that cheese is made out of milk.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Milk?
Milk?!
That's preposterous.
And yet, it just might be crazy enough to work.
Oh, how marvelous! Cheese out of milk!
Now, let's see.
I think we'll attach one cheese-sucker... Here!
And one here...
And here...
And here.
Ha ha! Yes. That ought to do it.
Whoo ha ha ha!
And now...
Let's make some cow cheese!
Oh, no!
Hold it, Mr. Cheese queen.
Keep your cheese-sucking hands off my sister!
And who might you be?
He's my brother,
come through the window to save me.
So, more uncooperative animals, eh?
All right, then.
Move it, you useless bunch of flea-bitten barn trash!
I'll become the king and queen of cheese without your help!
I guess cheese making isn't my calling.
Oh, great. Now she tells us.
Now we're prisoners, and it's all my fault.
What's so funny, hyena?
We got to skate before he sucks cheese out of all of us!
But the door's locked, and there aren't any windows.
I got it! We'll tunnel out.
Anyone got a spoon?
Ha ha ha ha!
Follow me, men!
Goldfish cheese. Come and get it!
Grrrr!
You animals get back to your room!
Go suck a doorknob, cheddar butt.
Uh, now, there's no need to get upset.
Wait a minute, you guys. Put down the suckers.
Aaah! No!
Oh! Ooh!
Wait a minute.
Mmm. Oh, this cheese tastes pretty good.
Mmm.
Oh, Chicken,
thank you for saving me from a life of cheese.
Eh, don't mention it, sis.
But listen--did you have to bring
all your friends back with youse?
Horse, would you pass the pea, please?
Hey, Duck, want some more pork butts and taters?
Pull!
Pull! Pull!
Ha ha ha ha!
Whatcha doing, Chicken?
I'm bee flying. What does it look like?
Oh. Can I fly him?
Only men can fly bees.
Owwwww!
Here's your dumb bee.
♪ You don't need pants for the victory dance ♪
♪ 'Cause Baboon better than Weasel ♪
♪ I.R. Baboon, big star of cartoon ♪
I.M. Weasel.
♪ I.R. Baboon reigns king in his mind ♪
♪ He's just as good as the weaselly kind ♪
♪ But round every corner, he's likely to find ♪
I.M. Weasel.
I.M. Weasel!
Get over yourself.
Don't make me mad.
Congratulations, Weasel.
You've done a fine job remodeling the Empire State Building.
As the reigning king of New York, I thank you.
This is just the beginning, King.
I promise that by noon tomorrow,
I shall finish remodeling the rest of Manhattan Island
and preserve this city's historical integrity.
Hey, King! Weasel! Pose for a couple of pictures?
Oh, that Weasel!
He think he so big.
He just little ant.
Pinch!
Aah! Yeow!
Today New York, tomorrow Detroit and beyond.
No! Uhh!
Aah!
Oh!
Don't move the brains. I'm a doctor.
Which one goes where?
The little one goes into the little skull, stupid.
Oh.
Wake up, you lazy baboon!
I got to change the sheets for the next customer!
Ha ha ha ha!
What on earth are you people laughing at?
Think you're too good for washing windows?
Is that it, Baboon?
Excuse me. I don't know who you are,
but I am not a baboon.
Keep your insults on your face.
Well, ain't we high and mighty?
Cleaning toilets ought to drop you back down to size.
You're demoted!
Holy mackerel!
They must have switched our brains.
Welcome back, Mr. Weasel.
Are you all right, Mr. Weasel?
Need another pillow, Mr. Weasel?
Are the drugs wearing off? Need more, Mr. Weasel?
They think I weasel!
I.R. Let them.
So when do you want to resume renovating New York City, Mr. Weasel?
I remodel Empire State Building first!
But you just remodeled the Empire State Building.
In fact, the plumbing was replaced just last week.
The copper in that building will last a lifetime.
If water pipe last a lifetime,
whole building of water pipe last forever!
Ha ha!
Hot towel, sir?
Why, thank you, and this is for you.
You're a hard worker, Baboon.
You'll be a wheel in this town someday, mark my words.
Ha ha ha! Purty.
Say, Mr. Weasel,
what do you want to do with all these bricks?
Uh, um...
Lots of room inside.
Put bricks this building!
Aah!
Bee-yoo-tiful.
No wasted space.
Look. Change for plan.
You're a good citizen, Mr. Baboon.
Your government thanks you.
Bee-yoo-tiful!
This good place for lake.
Argh! Uhh!
Fellow citizens, if you elect me king of New York,
I promise to rid the city of the formerly saintly I.M. Weasel
and restore order out of chaos.
The vote is in,
and the winner is... I.M. Baboon!
As the new king of New York,
I present you, Mr. Weasel,
with early retirement.
Congratulations.
Oh. Force-ed retired-ment.
I.R. tired of hard working.
I happy to be retiredment.
♪ I.R. retire ♪
♪ Da da da da da ♪
♪ Pbbt pbbt pbbt ♪
♪ I.R. retire ♪
♪ Nyah nyah nyah ♪
Yay, baboon!
I.M. Baboon!
Hey, King Baboon!
Pose for a couple of pictures?
I am Baboon!