[Heffer] That was a hoot!
[chorus] ♪ Rocko's modern life ♪
[man] Rocko's Modern Life.
[electricity buzzing]
[all yelling]
[creature chattering]
[all] Whoa!
[Heffer] ♪ 900 bazillion bottles Of root beer on the wall ♪
♪ 900 bazillion bottles Of root beer ♪
♪ Take one down... ♪
[female narrator reading]
[narrator stops]
[Heffer] ♪ 899 bazillion bottles Of root beer on the wall ♪
Hmm, pretty sure there was more to that. [sighs]
Anyhoo... [clears throat]
[in masculine voice] Now, through the miracle
of my amazing superpowers,
let us move forward 20 years to the modern day
through my nipples of the future!
[groans]
-[popping loudly] -Oh, mmm-hmm.
-[alarm blaring] -[cuckoo clock chiming]
[grandfather clock chiming]
[Heffer] ♪ Pass it around ♪
♪ One bottle of root beer On the wall ♪
♪ One bottle of root beer ♪
♪ Take one down Pass it around ♪
♪ Zero bottles of root beer On the wall ♪
Sheesh.
Twenty years later,
-and he finally finishes that stupid song. -[toilet flushes]
[Heffer] ♪ She'll be ♪
♪ Wearing pink pajamas when she comes ♪
♪ She'll be wearing pink pajamas When she comes ♪
[Rocko] Heffer?
[Heffer] Is it time, Rocko?
[Rocko] Almost! Are the snacks ready?
Consider it done!
-[Rocko] Filburt! -I'll prepare the viewing area.
[Rocko scatting]
♪ I can't wait to see My favorite show ♪
Mmm! Sofa snacks are looking good today!
A little closer...
Hmm. A little to the right.
Ah, fish sticks. Too far!
Ooh, that's nice.
[Rocko scatting]
[Spunky barking]
-[Heffer] Whoo-hoo! -[Filburt] Whee!
-Excitement! -Let's go, Rock!
-We're ready! -Come on, Rock.
[Rocko] Almost there, fellas! Here I come!
[grunts and crashes]
It's time for our favorite show! [screams]
[crashes]
[groaning]
The Fatheads!
Whoo! Fatheads!
Fatheads, Fatheads, Fatheads, Fatheads!
[The Fatheads theme music playing]
[narrator] The Fatheads, created by Ralph Bighead.
We must have watched this 1,000 times by now,
and I still go crazy for it!
[all laugh]
[narrator] I wonder what kind of ridiculousness
the Fatheads will get into now, eh?
Let's take a look.
-[both snoring] -[all laughing]
[alarm rings]
Good morning, dear!
Dear, gooding morn!
Stop kissing me!
I've got morning breath.
[all laughing]
Isn't it great how some things never change?
My favorite show with my favorite friends.
-[fly burps] -[screams]
Edward Elias Fathead,
you pick up that regurgitated foot this instant!
But I did it last time!
[all laughing]
[Rocko and Filburt] Uh...
Hey, why aren't you guys laughing?
What happened?
[VCR belches]
-[barks] -Oh, crikey.
That was our only tape.
Oh, no.
You killed it.
Ooh, we're passing Earth again!
Sure is big.
Oh, I bet O-Town is wonderful these days, hey, Heff?
Yeah.
I wonder if anyone misses us.
I would miss you, Rocko.
Ooh! Not to mention Chokey Chicken!
[Filburt] Uh, Heffer?
What is that stuck to your butt?
Huh? Oh, hey! It's the remote for the rocket.
[grunts]
Whoa!
Whoa! [laughing]
Oh!
Give me that.
Hey, it's got a re-entry button?
You're telling me that the key to getting us home
has been stuck to your butt for 20 years?
How do you not notice these things?
Well, it's not like I can see my own butt, Filburt.
Uh, guys? We're passing Earth.
[Heffer] And what are you trying to say, Filburt?
That you're fat, Heffer.
You're an oversized growth hormone!
I am a steer!
We're gonna miss our chance!
You never pay attention to anything!
To what, your butt?
[screaming] Push the button!
-Yeah, sure, Rocko. -Yeah.
-Whatever you say. -You don't have to freak out.
[brakes skidding]
[all screaming]
Huh?
[all] Whoa!
[smooth saxophone music playing]
[all yelling]
[singing] ♪ Oh, R-E-C-Y-C-L-E, recycle ♪
♪ C-O-N-S-E-R--♪
We're home.
[all cheering]
Let's frolic innocently in nature!
[cheering continues]
Uh, fellas?
[both] Yeah?
I don't think we're in the '90s anymore.
[sirens blaring]
[all] Wow.
[chorus] ♪ Rocko's modern life ♪
[man] Rocko's Modern Life.
[all] Yeah!
[all giggling frantically]
[chorus] ♪ Rocko's modern life ♪
[man] Rocko's Modern Life.
[cell phone rings]
Check it out! I got the new O-Phone 8.
Big whoop. I just got the new O-Phone 9.
This is a phone? But where are all the buttons?
[both] Ten?
[distant clamoring]
[trumpeting]
Who's ready to get Schlam-O'd?
[laughs]
I got ya!
Schlam-O power drink! It's radioactive!
-Huh? -Whoa.
[both] Yeah!
[Rocko] My old job.
But where's the door?
Where are the comics?
[both guffawing]
Whoa! This food truck sells pizza tacos!
I got a wiener taco.
I got a taco taco inside another taco.
What did you get, Rocko?
[weakly] Food poisoning.
[retches]
-[thunder rumbling] -No more games.
This time, it's personal.
[grunting]
[whispering] It's so realistic.
[upbeat electronic music playing]
Whoo! Go.
[gurgling]
[grunts]
[screams and grunts]
Ooh! Ow! Ooh!
[chorus] ♪ Rocko's modern life ♪
[man] Rocko's Modern Life.
[chorus] ♪ Rocko's modern life ♪
Rocko?
[whimpering]
Oh!
The 21st century is a very dangerous century.
Who are you talking to, darling?
[Rocko speaking gibberish]
Rocko, snap out of it!
Oh, the neighborhood hasn't been the same
since you blasted off into space.
[barks]
[chuckles] Oh, yeah?
We have so much to catch up on!
Here, why don't you watch a little TV,
and I'll make you a nice glass of warm milk?
Don't go away!
Thank you, Mrs. Bighead.
Call me Bev!
Yeah, this is just what I need.
I'm gonna find some episodes of The Fatheads.
We's gonna need some more soda pop or something, Mama.
Don't know where they all came from.
You must have been busy.
[giggles] I have been busy.
And a one, and a two,
and a one, and a two!
[narrator] Tonight, on Ghost Cake...
[man] Look, there's one now!
Are you getting this? You gotta get this!
[laughing wickedly]
[announcer] Fat Cats in Tiny Houses.
Oh, I'm stuck.
Uh, Bev?
Do you know what channel The Fatheads are on?
Ew. Oh. That's been off the air for years now.
[gasps] No Fatheads?
[Bev] Yes, darling, not even reruns.
People these days only want their cartoons
in the, you know, fancy widescreen,
uh, you know, PhD.
[crunching]
Rock?
[whimpers] No Fatheads? No Fatheads?
Oh, it looks like you haven't any groceries.
Why don't you come over to our house for lunch?
We can catch up then.
No Fatheads?
[whining]
Ed's coming home for lunch.
Oh, he'll just be thrilled that you're back!
-Stinkerman! -Hi, Mr. B.
-Wrinklesmith! -Hi, Mr. B.
-Schmut! -Mr. B.
-Floogleberry! -Mr. B.
-Lugeberg. -Hi, Mr. B.
Rubeberg. How are the kids?
I... don't know!
Afternoon, boys.
Good afternoon, Mr. B.
Howdy, Mr. B.!
Hardly working, Ninneman?
[chuckles] Just scanning the daily doc-Os, Mr. B.
Well, here's one for you.
100% accurate, per usual.
I'll get right on it.
Attaboy, Ninneman.
Well, I'm off to lunch.
What's our golden rule, boys?
[both] Never clock in overtime!
[in singsong voice] Music to my ears!
I love my job.
[alarm blaring]
[screams]
We're broke! We're doomed!
Attention, the end is here.
Panic now. I repeat, panic now.
[all screaming]
Conglom-O's out of business!
Move, move, move, move!
[cheery organ music]
[singing] ♪ Gee, who's that sharp-dressed guy ♪
♪ In the smart bowtie ♪
♪ I'm someone special ♪
♪ I am Edward Bighead ♪
♪ I take big meetings ♪
♪ I take the punches ♪
♪ An executive has the right To take long lunches ♪
♪ I'm so disarming ♪
♪ My life is charming ♪
♪ I've had this smile upon my face ♪
♪ Since Rocko left for outer space ♪
♪ The neighborhood's changed It's a little deranged ♪
♪ Well, one thing stays the same ♪
♪ That's Edward Bighead ♪
-[honking] -Hey, get out of the road, you maniac!
Can't you see I'm driving here?
Come on, come on, come on!
Move it! Time is money!
[whistling]
Oh, pollywog! I'm home!
[chuckles]
Oh, my big, strong toad!
I've got a special surprise planned for lunch.
A special surprise, eh?
I bet I can guess what it is.
[doorbell rings]
[Bev] Ed, will you get that?
Mr. Bighead, Nosey of Newschunk News here.
How does it feel, knowing your math mistake
has just taken down all of Conglom-O?
[stammers] What?
I haven't made a mistake in 20 years.
I'm too big to fail!
[Nosey] And since Conglom-O makes up 95% of our city's economy,
O-Town is doomed.
Oh, hang on a second, folks.
This just in, Ed's boss, Mr. Dupette,
has just issued the following statement.
"Bighead, you're fired!"
[laughing] Oh, no, that sounds serious.
[stammering] Fired? But I...
[doorbell rings]
[neck creaks]
Hello. We're here to make room for the new unemployment office.
You have 24 hours before we demolish your house.
-Have a nice-- -Gah!
This isn't happening.
Say this isn't happening!
I must be having a nightmare.
[doorbell rings]
[teeth chattering]
Hi, Mr. Bighead. Long time, no see.
[screams]
Ed, honey, I invited Rocko over for lunch.
I hope you don't mind.
Excuse me. What's wrong with Mr. Bighead?
Oh, just that his life is crumbling
like a dry manure pile in the hot sun
and he sees no hope, that's all.
I can relate.
I can't watch my favorite TV show, The Fatheads.
[groaning] Fatheads?
Yeah, yeah, The Fatheads. That's right.
Your son Ralph made it. Maybe he can help me out?
Ralphie... My boy...
Even with all the success of The Fatheads,
I'm just not happy.
I need to get away for a while,
do some real soul-searching,
and find the real me.
I promise I'll write.
Good luck, son.
I packed a fly sandwich for you, dear.
[cries]
Rocko, honey, Ralph went off to find himself years ago.
Oh. Excuse me.
I... I have to go check on the mashed potato bugs.
[cries]
This is terrible!
No more Ralph means no more Fatheads.
Mr. Bighead, please.
There must be something you can do
to bring them... I mean, him back.
Your Ralphie needs you. I need you!
His show is all I have!
Uh, oh, uh... [laughs nervously]
Uh, sorry.
Rocko, an old cartoon
isn't going to solve the kinds of problems you have.
[gasps] Mr. Bighead, The Fatheads wasn't just a cartoon.
Your son created a cultural icon that resonated with millions of people!
There's a huge audience out there
clamoring for this show to come back,
and whoever gives it to them
is going to make millions... no, billions!
Oh, Rocko, you're a genius!
Ralph can make Conglom-O a new Fatheads special!
It'll be a huge hit.
It'll save my job, my house, and all of O-Town!
And I can watch my old show again! [grunts]
They'll never listen to me. I've just been fired!
But you! You're a fan, and today's fans have power!
Rocko,
I need you to email-text
that ram-toodle-schmuck
schmeepen-bloop your support
to bring back The Fatheads.
Or we could just go talk to them.
[fanfare plays]
Now, Rocko, Mr. Dupette is very,
let's say, um, particular.
[grunts]
[screams]
I knew a beaver was gonna kill me someday.
Grandpa, you're already dead, remember?
I'll tell you when I'm dead!
Why, back in my day, when you were dead,
you were really dead. Not this...
Where'd you go, Rocko?
Heffer and I went gluten-free,
I've reunited with my lovely wife.
Hi, Rocko!
I've upgraded, accessorized, and interfaced my platforms,
plus reset and forgotten so many passwords,
I think I'm going viral!
We're awaiting test results. [laughs]
[car horn honks]
Sorry to interrupt your little tea party,
but we're only dealing with
the fate of the entire town right now!
Mr. Bighead and I are gonna bring back The Fatheads.
-You guys should come along. -Neat!
Sorry, Heffer promised we'd look after his grandfather's ghost
for the afternoon.
[Heffer] Filburt!
Grandpa possessed another lawn gnome!
[laughing manically]
Try and catch me, fatso!
-[elevator dings] -[both] Whoa!
[Mr. Dupette] Oh, woe is me!
I'm ruined!
Whatever shall I do?
I've lost everything but my sweet, sweet,
booger jar.
[clears throat] Um, Mr. Dupette?
What more do you people want from me?
It's, um...
It's, uh, Ed Bighead, sir.
Ed Bighead?
-[Ed] Oh! -What are you doing here?
I thought I just fired you!
Oh, yes, sir.
You did, you did, but I, uh--
We think we can save your company, Mr. Dupette.
What is that, Bighead?
Is that a mouse?
I'm a wallaby.
Um, Mr. Dupette, do you think Conglom-O TV
could bring back The Fatheads?
The Fatheads? The Fatheads?
-[laughs] -[toys squeaking]
That show sold millions of toys and fruit squishies, didn't it?
Yes, I'll bring back The Fatheads.
Why didn't I think of it sooner?
I'll get my people on this right away!
You... your people?
Uh, well, we were thinking
we could get Mr. Bighead's son Ralph to make it.
After all, he created The Fatheads.
Too expensive!
Conglom-O is broke! We might even have to sell
the men's executive washroom toilet to make this thing.
-[heavenly music plays] -[flushes]
My people can do it cheap.
They have computers.
[blows whistle]
[elevator doors ding]
Oh, yes, a Fatheads refresh!
-So chic! -So retro!
We make many a TV show.
Away, riff-raff creature!
Make art is easy with computers.
Oh, so easy!
Bighead, you're re-hired.
If this thing flops...
[hisses]
Oh!
This is my last chance, Rocko.
This cartoon has to be good.
But, Mr. Bighead,
if Ralph doesn't make The Fatheads,
the special will flop.
Flop?
Those guys will ruin The Fatheads!
[singing wordlessly]
No!
Okay, Mr. Bighead, Heffer, Filburt and I will go find Ralph.
You stall the chameleons.
Don't let them release that cartoon!
Little beaver thing!
I'm a wallaby.
Congratulations on your fabulous idea
to save O-Town by bringing back The Fatheads.
What do you have to say to your adoring fans?
Fans? I just wanted to see new Fatheads.
[crowd chanting] We love Rocko!
We love Rocko! We love Rocko!
That's him!
[screams]
I just wanted my show back!
You heard it here first, folks.
O-Town is saved!
Did you get the shot?
Hello, Internets.
It's me, FishSticks96,
with my trusty selfie-o-matic cranial attachment.
Whoa!
My reality is virtual!
Anyway...
We're going on an epic quest
to find the great Ralph Bighead.
[screams] It's too real!
The details! Whoa!
Subscribe to my channel to follow our inspirational... [screams]
The grotesquerie! The horror!
I want my mommy!
Spunky! Get away from that Internet thing!
It'll hurt you!
[funky music playing]
[Bev] Oh, Rocko, darling!
I have something to share with you!
It's about my little Ralphie.
Do you know where he went?
Well, my boy sends picture postcards to his dear mother.
Wow.
China, Egypt, Italy...
[Bev] Oh, uh, that's not supposed to be there.
Looks like he's been all over the world.
And this is the last picture I have of him.
Oh, bring back my little tadpole, Rocko.
His mother and father miss him so very much.
[cries]
I want to, Mrs. Bighead,
but how are we gonna get to all these places?
Why don't we just take the rocket?
We found the remote, remember?
Whoops!
[farting]
Sorry. Too much kale salad.
[excited chittering]
Ham dog!
Spunky, what is it, boy?
Do you know how to find Ralph?
[upbeat music playing]
Did you just lose
your remote-controlled flying mechanism?
Well, you're in luck!
Drone-O-Rama!
You strike me as the kind of couple
that knows a quality drone when you see it.
Let me interest you in our econo-drone.
[screaming]
Excuse me. Have you seen this toad?
[screams]
Can't an elephant bathe in peace?
You nasty, nasty tourists!
Thank you.
-Have you seen him? -[both] No!
No.
Yes, we've seen him.
No, we haven't!
No, we haven't.
Can I go for a ride?
Yes, you can.
No, he can't!
No, no, you can't.
Nope. Haven't seen him.
[slurps]
[coughs] No.
No. [honks]
[all] No!
Nein.
[all yelling]
[in Russian] Nyet.
[all] Iie.
[in French accent] No, absolutely not!
How will we ever find Ralph?
I think we're out of places to look.
I think I'm out of witty banter.
I think we're out of batteries.
[all screaming]
Whoo-hoo!
Pillows, culturally ambiguous pillows, soft and fluffy.
[all screaming and grunting]
We're okay.
We're okay!
[all laugh]
[all groan]
-[whip cracking] -[Leon] Work harder, you worms!
Faster!
[whip cracking]
They're making a cartoon?
Shouldn't they be using pencils or something?
Ha!
Welcome to the 21st century, Bighead!
We have the best computers, ja?
We can make anything in a passionless and cheap way.
[computer beeping]
I'm sweating, I'm hot, I'm nauseous.
Oh, now we'll never find Ralph Bighead.
This is just terrible, Heff.
I'll say. I'm not getting any cell phone reception out here.
Fellas?
Do you see what I see?
Ah!
Fried chicken dancing with pizza slices around an orange soda fountain?
No, not the mirage.
That thing!
[whimsical music playing]
[Heffer] Whoo-hoo!
Ice cream truck!
[familiar deep voice] Would you guys like an ice-cold pop?
You betcha!
[familiar deep voice] Here you go.
Ooh.
Thank you.
[familiar deep voice] How about you?
Your voice sounds so familiar...
[gasps] Ralphie!
[breathes rapidly] You're Ralph Bighead!
We've been looking all over the world for you, Ralph!
-Really? -Yeah, really, like, sheesh.
Everywhere.
Why would you be looking for me?
Well, you see, we've been gone for quite some time--
Thank you!
Oh, boy. See, we were floating
around the universe
for the past 20 years... Oh, that's good.
Oh, I really needed this.
Um, well, what Filburt's trying to say is everything's changed so much
that I just need one thing that used to be here.
Would you bring back The Fatheads, or at least a special?
[whimpering]
Yeah, I don't think so.
Wait! But you're the only one in the world who could--
Ralph! Ralph! Ralph, wait!
Why not?
Why would I bring back The Fatheads?
I'm not about cartoons anymore.
Now I only sell Fatheads freezy-pops.
Here, have one.
But this doesn't even look like Mr. Fathead.
[Ralph] That's because it's Mrs. Fathead.
They're off-model, but they sell.
[Rocko grunts]
[over loudspeaker] Get off my truck, Rocko.
If Conglom-O doesn't have a new hit, then your dad will lose his job,
but most importantly,
your parents will lose their house! [yells]
Their house?
-Who's got little tadpole tootsies? -[giggling]
-[growls] -[yells]
Aww, he damaged my retina.
[both] Aww...
[Ralph over loudspeaker] Okay.
[all] Okay?
[Ralph] I'll do it for my parents,
but since the last time I saw them,
I've... changed.
I'm not Ralph anymore.
I'm Rachel.
Wow, cool!
That is awesome.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's go!
Where to?
Conglom-O, Heff!
-Roger. -Roger?
I thought your name was Rachel.
[Heffer] Away we go!
Hello! I'm talking to you. Are you listening?
Oh, yes, I am listening.
That is not the right line.
[both laugh wildly]
Oh, isn't it funny?
I am laughing so hard right now.
If I had pants, I would be wetting them.
It stinks.
Bighead, open a window.
Huh? Oh, yes, sir.
[Heffer singing distantly] ♪ She'll be riding six white horses ♪
Ah, a little fresh air. Good idea.
-[rail crossing bell rings] -[yells]
Pillows, culturally ambiguous pillows, soft and fluffy.
[crashes]
I think I broke my leg.
You don't have a leg.
[growls]
-[screaming] -[frightened panting]
You will receive our invoice!
[growls]
No, no, wait a minute.
Bighead, why did you convince me to hire those idiots?
We obviously need the creator to do this right!
We sent for him. He should be here--
[elevator dings]
[all] We're back!
I like your efficiency, Bighead.
Oh, just in time.
[hums merrily]
Bighead, nice to meet you.
Cool shoes.
Thanks.
We need you to work your magic.
Your father will fill you in on all the details.
[menacingly] Ed, you're still in charge. Make this happen.
Hello, son?
Hi, Dad.
Welp, I'm going on vacation.
This is the most work I've done in years.
Good luck, Bigheads!
Let me know when the special's done!
But what... what goes on here? Where's my son?
I'm not your son. I'm your daughter, and I'm finally happy.
This is crazy!
No!
Yes.
No.
Yes.
Ah! I can't do this.
[stammers] I have no daughter!
Dad...
My son made the show.
No son, no show.
There will be no Fatheads special.
I quit!
Rachel, I'm sure he didn't mean those things.
Uh, Mr. Bighead?
But what about Conglom-O?
Who cares?
Wait! Mr. Bighead, I need a Fatheads special!
I can't do it!
I can't handle all of this,
this... this... this...
Change?
Hey, can anybody break a five?
[yelling] All this change stops now!
Wait! Mr. Bighead--
Why don't you go back to the '90s, where you belong?
Come back, Mr. Bighead!
Rocko, how does it feel
to have single-handedly brought down Conglom-O
and therefore all of O-Town?
I just wanted my show back.
[all] Down with Rocko! Down with Rocko!
-Down with Rocko! -[woman] Rocko stole my socks!
There he is!
That's the dog who brought down O-Town!
I'm a wallaby!
Yeah, the nerve of them.
Geez, you're right, Rocko.
You're the wallaby who brought down O-Town.
Heffer!
Whoops. [laughs] Sorry.
Well, I'm outta here.
Rachel, wait!
I'm sure your dad didn't mean all of that.
No, Rocko, I'm done.
I'm not needed here.
I'll go back to selling freezy-pops.
Rachel, wait!
[whimsical music playing]
Well, that was sad.
I know! I really wanted another Fatheads freezy-pop.
Oh, Ed, I wish you'd be more open-minded.
I think it's great what Rachel has done.
I'm sure she's much more comfortable with herself.
Plus, I just found these shoes in her size.
Aren't they adorable?
It's not just that, Bev. I've lost my job,
I'm losing my house, and now,
Ralph is Rachel?
I'm suffering from an extreme case of TMC,
Too Much Change!
Is there a window open?
[Rocko] I can't believe this.
Everything is so different,
and now I can't even watch The Fatheads again.
Aww, cheer up, Rocko. There's lots of entertainment to be had.
Yeah, Rocko.
Don't underestimate the hours of fun we can have
making warped selfies!
[both cheering and laughing]
Pose it! Pose it!
Click it, click it!
[both] Head swap!
[laughing]
Hey, you've gained a little weight, Filburt.
[Filburt] Hey, shell boy.
Don't forget to spawn.
[Heffer] Technology is fun.
[glass breaking]
-[Ed] Who's got little tadpole tootsies? -[rat screams]
[Ed] He damaged my retina.
[Ed and Bev] Aww...
[electronic beeping]
Another shipment of mops.
Sicko.
[barking]
Oh, Spunky.
At least you'll always stay the same.
[Ed groaning sadly]
Mr. Bighead? Are you on the roof?
Go away.
[grunting]
Mr. Bighead,
I'm not feeling too good, either.
Oh, Rocko, leave me alone.
I'm a failure.
I feel like I let everyone down.
You let yourself down, Mr. Bighead.
You can live without the old job,
and you can live without your house,
but you can't live without a relationship with your child.
[wind howling]
Who are you?
I am the "whinds" of change.
[inhales deeply]
Will you cut that out?
We do not need your wind.
Why are you here, Mr. Whinds of Change?
I am here to tell you that embracing change
is the key to happiness.
You must go with the whinds of change.
Listen, Mr. Blowhard,
I don't like your wind,
and I don't like change,
so why don't you just take your bogus breeze
and float away?
Yeah, I don't like change either, Mr. Whinds.
I'm also having a hard time.
You see, I was stuck in space for 20 years, and--
Silence!
Let me tell you something else philosophical
from my latest online book.
You see, the nature of change is--
[upbeat musical ring tone]
Excuse me a moment. I have to take that.
-Hello? -[indistinct chattering on phone]
Mmm-hmm. Yeah, um, yeah.
Uh, what?
Oh, yes, of course.
Uh, it's for you, Rocko.
Me? Oh, uh... [laughs]
Uh, hello?
Rocko, where you been? We've been trying to reach you.
Oh, me? Uh, well, we're here on the roof,
and the, uh, whinds of change is here.
She did it, Rocko!
Rachel finished the Fatheads special!
They're gonna put it on the air in ten minutes, Rocko.
Come on down to Conglom-O and see it!
Yeah, there's a party, and popcorn,
and they're showing the special on a huge screen.
Give it back, you fat bovine!
I got more to say, shell-back!
And there's sauce from Bora Bora.
Uh, well, I don't know.
I think Mr. Bighead needs me.
[grunting]
And, Rocko, Rachel is here!
Uh...
We gotta go now, Rock. We're having technical difficulties.
I am taking the phone!
[growls] No, you doesn't!
Give me the phone, Filburt!
So then I said,
"Is that a melon in your pocket,
or just a bad case of--"
[screaming]
Well, that's unfortunate.
[woman] Yes.
Rachel finished the Fatheads special, Mr. Bighead.
They're airing it in a few minutes,
and they're showing it at Conglom-O.
You go, Rocko. You probably made it happen.
[sighs] I sure didn't.
You're going with me.
Negatory.
There's no way you'll ever get me
to go down there...
Oh, wait. What... what... what are you doing?
Sorry, Mr. Bighead, but you've got a party to attend!
Unhand me!
Let me go! Let me go!
Whinds of change,
blow us to the premiere party, please!
Well, I still had some more whords of whisdom,
but okay.
[farts]
Oh, that wind came out of the wrong end.
[jazzy music playing]
Oh, little weenie man! Yoo-hoo!
And that's why I decided to have that work done, dear.
It's much firmer.
Hey, look, here comes Rocko!
Hey, Rock.
You... you brought potatoes?
It's Mr. Bighead.
Cool!
[Ed] Get your hands off me!
[chuckles] Take your seats, everyone!
The first Fatheads special in 20 years
is about to begin.
[all cheering]
[man] Yeah, Fatheads!
[gunshot]
[laughter]
[narrator] Hey, everybody.
Who's stuck in a nostalgia hole, huh?
[both] We are!
[laughter]
[creatures grunt]
Ladies and gentlemen,
meet the Fatheads.
[all laughing]
Oh, I love the Fatheads!
It's genius!
[narrator] Those Fatheads are oh-so-funny, eh?
But look, what's this?
There appears to be a new Fathead.
A baby Fathead.
What? A baby Fathead?
There's no baby Fathead.
We want the old Fatheads.
Isn't he a cutie?
[speaks gibberish]
Oh!
[laughter]
[counter chiming]
Oh, look, baby Fathead is playing with the vacuum!
And he's so cute!
I just want to--
[air hissing]
[all laughing]
[orchestral music playing]
[laughing]
[cash registers ding]
[narrator] Oh, look,
it appears that there's a touching moment
with baby Fathead and his parents.
Let's watch.
[Ed] Hmm?
[Mr. Fathead] Who's the cutest little baby Fathead?
Coochie-coochie-coo!
Tickle-tickle!
Who's got little tadpole tootsies?
[laughs]
Oh, look, he's damaged my retina.
-[all laughing] -[voice quivers]
[cheers and applause]
[narrator] So long, hosers.
[cheers and applause]
Thank you, thank you.
I just want to thank all the little people.
[both] Hooray!
Yeah, hooray.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute!
Listen to me.
This is not right!
This isn't just new Fatheads,
it's different Fatheads!
We can't like this.
You!
You changed it, Rachel.
You changed The Fatheads!
It's too much change.
Rocko, let me tell you something.
The nature of change is--
Let me take this, Mr. Gassy Cloud-Thing, whatever you are.
Rocko, we can't live in the past.
We can be grateful for it,
but life isn't permanent,
and if we don't embrace what's now,
we miss out on a lot of the important stuff.
But...
[camera shutter clicks]
Okay.
I guess change is okay.
[all] Hooray!
Ooh, let's sing a song about change!
Ah, change is still caca.
[all] Whoa!
[exclaiming]
It's raining money!
Hey! Conglom-O profits, free for the taking!
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup.
This is the fruit of capitalist redundancy!
[laughs]
Isn't all of this looting illegal?
What do you mean? Everybody's happy!
We love this country!
So long!
Bye, Rocko.
Rachel, that was terrific. Thank you.
Are you going back to selling Fathead pops?
No, I've got more important things to do now.
Ed...
This kind of looks like you first thing in the morning.
Hey...
I resemble that comment.
[both laugh]
Oh, Ed.
-So long! -Good luck.
Well, it's your old boy, FishSticks96,
at the end of my journey.
I hope to someday meet my five loyal subscribers.
[woman] You can!
My family!
[gurgles]
I love you!
Neat!
I love you, Grandpa.
Eh, you still smell like sweaty eggs.
Well, what an exciting ending,
but let's talk to the one who made it all happen,
Really Really Big Man.
Big, how does it feel
to send everyone on this amazing journey
with your superpowers?
Oh. [laughs] It's my duty.
But I must say,
my nipples sure are tired.
Understandably so. Well, there you have it.
From the ruins of Conglom-O in O-Town,
this is Nosey, signing off.
And now, a fluffy badger.
[elephant trumpets]
[Mr. Dupette] ♪ 2,001 boogers on the wall 2,001 boogers ♪
♪ Pick one out And flick it off ♪
♪ 2,002 boogers on the wall ♪
♪ 2,002 boogers ♪
[laughs]