(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Going down the rabbit hole
♪ Where we're going no one knows
♪ Obstacles 'round every bend
♪ Let's see where the tunnel ends ♪
Hmm.
Here you go, little buddy.
Time to take a little dirt nap in the family plot.
I buried your buddy, yesterday.
There you are, Jeremy.
Aren't you a cute little salad?
Ah, rooting around in the dirt again?
I am planting a garden.
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
That's not how one grows food!
Touching the dirt with one's hands, oh, rodent!
Allow me.
Be my guest.
Such primitive tools are below an evolved brain such as my own.
I choose technology. It's a period.
This is no way to grow a garden.
(GASPS)
Jeremy!
You know what, Wile?
I bet you can't grow a better garden...
-Uh? -...on your side of the fence.
I'd love to see this technology on your side of the fence
where you'll be growing your better garden on your side of the fence.
I've got it!
I challenge you to a month-long grow off,
where I grow a garden on my side of the fence,
you grow a garden on your side of the fence
and we'll see who produces a more pleasing yield,
dirt or technology!
You're on.
"Keys to a thriving garden.
"Step two, till the soil."
(WILE LAUGHING)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
May I offer you my trowel?
(LAUGHS) Oh!
Huh?
Sowing the seeds of supremacy, now!
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(BEEPING)
(BEEP)
(WILE SCREAMS)
(BEEP)
(ALARM RINGING)
Phew!
That's why I always wear my...
"Step three, clear the planted area of all weeds."
WILE: Looky here, Rodent.
I am relaxing while technology does the work.
I don't think you fully comprehend the gravity of the situation.
Whatever do you mean?
"Step four, thoroughly water each seed."
That's not how you hydrate a garden!
It's Acme herbopotics, my boy.
You mean water?
No.
My herbopotics require XST 7000!
It's a hormonal supplement with 6984 more vitamins
than a plant actually needs.
Fascinating!
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(LAUGHS)
(TRUCK HONKS HORN)
If one box is sufficient,
one hundred should bring exceptional results.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Ah, impressive, Wile.
I see you've been busy.
I was just digesting inside
the colonicus small intestinus of a plant.
Shall we compare?
WILE: (SCREAMS) Mercy!
(PULSING)
I believe it comes down to taste.
Your turn, Doc.
Ugh.
(WHIMPERS)
Mmm!
Yes, I can taste all 1700 vitamins this thing has been fortified with.
Ugh!
I detect just a hint of
hydrogenous bio-foxide.
(BELCHES AND CLEARS THROAT)
And there is the subtle woody taste
of magnesium chloride. (INHALES DEEPLY)
(VOMITING)
Sounds delightful.
Ugh! I believe this is the taste of victory.
Technology and food. Ooh!
I'd say we are the champions...
I'd say, looks like another one bites the dust.
-BUGS BUNNY: Ow!-...in 10 feet.
Continue to rock and turn right...
-BUGS: Ow!-..in five feet.
Continue. Recalculating.
Turn left, keep straight,
approaching destination.
You have arrived at your destination.
Finally!
GPS, this isn't a carrot patch.
This is a corn field. Now, we're stuck out here.
(MAN SNEEZES)
-GPS VOICE: Bless you. -That wasn't me.
Wait, who was that?
Excuse me, sir.
Would you please help me find my body?
I don't know where it ran off to.
-Can you lend me a hand? -Sure, pal.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, there it is.
How do we get me back on?
This isn't really my area of expertise.
GPS VOICE:Preparing for a trip.
Good idea, GPS.
There you go, pal.
Much better.
Now, get out of my corn field!
I liked it better the other way.
-See? Isn't that better? -Yes, it is.
No, I'm the security here.
It's my job to keep everyone out of this corn field.
What about those guys?
Hey, get out of here!
(CROWS CAW)
-What about them? -Hey, you, scram!
-(SQUEAKING) -And those guys!
-If you build it... -Beat it!
(BUBBLEGUM POPS)
Now, it's your turn. Give me that!
I'll be confiscating this.
And, you'll be leaving.
I can't leave now. That's my GPS.
Besides, I don't even like corn.
Everyone likes corn.
Corn dogs, corn chips, popcorn.
Why do you think they need someone to guard this?
No one comes into a corn field
unless they want to steal corn!
Listen, Mac, I'm here by mistake.
I'll just take back my phone and be on my way.
What do you say?
You didn't have to take it there.
I'm just trying to do my job.
This place is wearing me down.
It's hard not to lose your head in this kind of work.
Do me a favor and put my head back on, will ya?
Ugh. I'm gonna regret this.
(GROWLS)
GPS VOICE: Calculating air travel in five, four, three, now.
-(THWACK) -(BUGS SCREAMING))
(PIG SQUEALS)
Of course, you know this means...
(COW MOOING)
I thought I told you to get out of here!
(BUGS WHISTLES)
(GRUNTS)
-(WHISTLES) -(PIG SQUEALS)
(PIG SQUEALS)
You're coming with me.
Oh, jeez, I'm real sorry. I don't know what got into me.
I'm under a lot of stress.
GPS VOICE: Recalculating.
That body of yours is a real pain.
And it still has my phone.
Turn right for destination.
Destination, straight ahead.
Hey, whose side are you on, GPS?
Arriving at destination.
I'll be nice, I promise.
Just put my head back on.
Every time I go and help you out,
you bust my chops.
No chop-busting!
You sure you're not going to attack me?
Oh, yes, I promise.
Punch him with a left!
Oh!
Oh, my, I don't know why I did that.
I'm not usually so aggressive.
I am a pacifist.
Hit him with a right!
Argh! Kick him. Oh!
Pound him. Oh!
Hey look, Tin Man.
Thank you.
Ahhh!
(PANTING)
Ooh, scary barnyard animals.
-Come and get it! -(TRIANGLE DINNER BELL RINGING)
Ow!
(GROANING AND GRUNTING)
Ahhh!
(GROANING AND GRUNTING)
Whoa, hey!
What's your deal anyway?
I need this job.
I have little seeds at home and it's awful here.
All these crows messing with my head
and I'm allergic to corn.
(SOBBING)
You know, I may have the perfect thing to keep your chin up.
(WHISTLING)
Hey, watch the perimeter!
BUGS: Feels better, right?
Oh, yes, it does.
(SIGHS) A little TLC in the garden can go a long way.
GPS VOICE: You are now approaching the end of this cartoon.