♪ theme song playing ♪
‐ ♪ 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! ♪
‐ ♪ Come join the Warner Brothers ♪ ‐ ♪ And the Warner Sister Dot ♪
♪ 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 has wit and Yakko yaks ♪
♪ Wakko packs away the snacks ♪
♪ Our careers have made comebacks ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs! ♪
♪ Meet Pinky and the Brain who want to rule the universe ♪
♪ A brand new cast who tested well in focus group research ♪
♪ Gender balanced, pronoun neutral ♪
♪ And ethnically diverse ♪
♪ The trolls will say we're so passé, but we did meta first ♪
♪ We're Animaniacs ♪
♪ You should see our new contracts ♪
♪ We're zany to the max, there's baloney in our slacks ♪
♪ We're animan‐ey, totally insane‐y ♪
‐ ♪ Part Great Dane‐y ♪
‐ ♪ Animaniacs! Those are the facts ♪
♪
♪ relaxing music ♪ [crickets and birds chirping]
[yawning, stretching]
[birds chirping]
[inhale]
[choking]
[cars honking]
‐ Ugh!
[cluck]
[repulsed groan]
[people yelling on tablet]
MAN: Don't you talk to‐‐ Hey!
[slurping]
‐ The first topic is death‐‐
‐ I hate it! ‐ I hate it more!
‐ Ah, so you agree‐‐ BOTH: No!
[yelling continues]
[glass shatters]
[slurping]
DOT: Wakko, stop!
That's disgusting!
‐ But, we're out of spoons! And bowls. And...
[slurping]
Milk.
‐ Hey, can you two keep it down?
I'm pretending to listen to the news like an adult.
[angry yelling continues]
WOMAN: I hate it more!
[cluck]
‐ When did the world become so unbearable?
[slurping]
[belch]
[cluck]
[squirt]
♪ foreboding music ♪
That's it!
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
[sparkling] ♪ happy music playing ♪
‐ Whee!
DOT: This cupcake is the cutest thing I've ever seen.
And I've been saving it for a moment like this.
I just need some cuteness in my life right now.
You don't mind, do you?
‐ Well, actually‐‐
[grunting, choking]
[wheezing]
[humming]
[groaning]
[zap]
♪
‐ Look at that. The world's a little cuter already.
[zap]
Are you okay, Jamie?
[squeak]
‐ Whoa... ‐ What's happening?
‐ That cute cupcake must've supercharged
my own relentless cuteness,
giving me super cute superpowers!
[smash]
This is amazing! I can make everything cute now!
[zap]
♪
[poink poink] ‐ Wait, wait, Dot.
You don't have to make everything cute!
‐ Yes. Yes, I do!
‐ No! No! I'm the one who yaks!
I've got a rakish charm about me!
‐ Don't fight it.
[zap]
[grunting]
[zap]
[poink]
[excited squeal]
‐ I'll try anything once.
[zap] [grunting]
‐ Aw! Look at the two of you!
Oh, I just wanna... tickle, tickle, tickle!
[giggling]
Alright. Let's put these peepers to work!
[zap]
♪
[zap]
♪ If this trash heap had a twinkle ♪ in its little trash heap eyes ♪
♪ If this sewer rat had rosy cheeks ♪
♪ This bus became pint‐sized ♪
♪ What if all the dogs were puppies ♪
♪ And the puppies all were sad ♪
♪ What if cuttlefish were cuddly ♪
♪ And we pedicured your dad ♪
♪ What if you could kiss a pigeon ♪
♪ Without contracting Lyme disease ♪
♪ All the chairs were beanbags made of soft, delicious cheese ♪
♪ If this moldy bread had a smile ♪
♪ That was 50 shades of green ♪
♪ What if this pirate stopped frowning ♪
♪ 'Cause his head was a jellybean ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if the world was cuter? ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if a little more kawaii ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if we all rode scooters? ♪
♪ And we'd all have our chance to shine ♪
♪ What if this red‐faced man looked happy?
♪ And this one's rancor was more refined? ♪
♪ What if Tuck Buck was your true love? ♪
♪ So sweet and valentined? ♪
‐ ♪ So sweet and Valentine? ♪ ‐ ♪ What if old shoes were more bouncy ♪
♪ Yeah, and they still had their squeak? ♪
♪ Naked mole‐rats wore a sweater, and grizzly bears were meek? ♪
♪ We'll dress up this suit of armor ♪
♪ In a stone‐washed denim skirt ♪
♪ Turn the Nile into a babbling brook, and make Niagara a little squirt ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if ♪
♪ The world was cuter? ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if a little more kawaii ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if ♪
♪ We all rode scooters? ♪
♪ And we'd all have our chance to shine ♪
♪
[wind blowing]
[laugh, gulp]
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪ distorted music ♪
♪ It's been four weeks, we can't stop singing ♪
♪ And we've slowly gone insane ♪
‐ ♪ There's a gumdrop wrapped in rainbows where there used to be my brain ♪
‐ ♪ We have to end this nightmare, I have sugar in my eyes ♪
♪ Please make it stop, we can't endure another cute reprise ♪
♪ What if, what if the pigeon is the answer ♪
♪ What if, what if ♪ [cluck]
♪ What if we held it close? ♪
♪ What if, what if, what if ♪
♪ We turned it all back? What if, what if ♪
♪ By doing something gross? ♪
[creaking]
♪ creepy music ♪
[licking]
[cluck]
[cawing]
[humming]
[vomiting]
[shattering, fart]
‐ We did it. Everything is back to normal.
‐ Well, almost. ‐ Eh, close enough.
[thunder cracking]
♪ Pinky and the Brain theme song playing ♪
‐ Gee, Brain, what do you wanna do tonight?
‐ The same thing we do every night, Pinky.
Try to take over the world!
[thunder]
♪
‐ ♪ They're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Yes, Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ One is a genius, the other's insane ♪
♪ They're laboratory mice ♪
♪ Their genes have been spliced ♪
♪ They're dinky, they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
[slam]
♪
BRAIN: The known universe. Over 100 billion galaxies.
Inside each one, countless alien planets.
But none so ripe for the picking...
as planet Earth. [thud]
Fertile soil, cool water,
a diverse biome...
and a dominant species collectively unable
to spell the word Mississippi.
Human young are defenseless until the age of 12.
‐ Mommy! Bring me another pizza bagel.
BRAIN: And often long after.
They're sitting ducks. Don't believe me?
Ask this typical human man.
‐ I look forward to laboring under your rule.
Narf!
‐ I am the Brain, and I am here to facilitate
your hostile takeover of Earth,
using my superior intellect and knowledge of local customs.
In exchange, allow me to rule in your stead
after you've colonized it.
Come, join me,
‐ and together, we'll‐‐ ‐ [static]
‐ ♪ I wanna dance, I wanna dance ♪
♪ I wanna dance, dance, dance until my limbs fall ♪
‐ Pinky! You recorded over my invitation
to hostile intelligent life across the universe!
‐ Yes, with an invitation to boogie down!
I Wanna Dance is the hit of the summer!
[sigh]
[electricity fizzling]
♪
[beeping, zapping]
[radio chatter]
BRAIN: The known universe. Over 100 billion galaxies.
Inside each one, countless alien planets...
[buzzing] [beeping]
We're receiving a narrowband signal from sector 9, Pinky!
[alien noises]
Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
‐ I think so, Brain,
but if my knees bent backwards like an ostrich,
which restroom would I use?
‐ I'm sending our coordinates.
Come! Let us await our intergalactic guests.
♪
[owl hooting]
[whirring]
[humming]
Courage, Pinky.
[click, whirring]
♪
[squishing]
♪ creepy music ♪
Look away! They're too horrible to behold!
[alien noises]
Um, you'll have to excuse me. I don't speak... that.
[beep]
‐ Sorry about that. I never know which language to use.
Hi there! My name is...
[horrible, unpronounceable sound]
But you can call me Gabriella. You must be Brain.
‐ I am the Brain,
and this is my underling, Pinky.
‐ Zort!
‐ Aw, look at you! You're learned
the basic salutations of our native tongue!
That's so sweet! It's actually pronounced...
[alien noises]
You really wanna roll all your tongues.
‐ Zo‐gro‐blugh...
‐ Enough! We need to get on with our plan. [dog barking]
GABRIELLA: Oh, look! [yell, grunt]
[barking] PINKY: Oh, a doggy!
Oh, is it a doggy‐dog doggy‐dog dog‐dog? Oh...
[barking, sniff] ‐ Oh! Oh!
She must smell my dog. [woman screams]
[leash winding]
[screaming]
‐ It's only a matter of time until
this planet's authorities are alerted to your presence.
I haven't had time to plan.
We need to‐‐ ‐ Go to...
the mall!
‐ Brilliant!
The mall. Where better to find an abundance of tawdry, mass‐produced,
leave‐nothing‐to‐the‐imagination Earth clothing
to disguise their unique appearance? [baby crying]
‐ Oh, look! Oh!
‐ Their plan is nothing short of genius, Pinky!
‐ What do you think?
♪ upbeat music ♪
‐ I... love it!
BRAIN: Splendid!
Now that you're doing your best simulacrum of a suburban youth,
we can begin our plan in earnest. First, we must‐‐
‐ Go to...
the food court!
‐ The food court?
Ah, yes.
My thoughts exactly. Where better to source
the rare plastic polymers found only in the corn dog batter
at Hot Dog On A Log? [Pinky gasps]
‐ There's a Hot Dog On A Log? Whee!
[dripping]
BRAIN: Ah, yes. Researching the most economical means
by which to nourish their enslaved human workforce.
They're really quite brilliant, aren't they?
[rumbling]
[gulp]
‐ [contented chewing] Pass the ketchup!
[splattering]
‐ The log is the best part!
‐ Now, as I was saying,
I noticed your ship is powered by
deionizing proton thrusters.
What say we use them
to bombard the stratosphere with spent chlorine nuclei,
destroying the ozone layer for good.
From there, together, we can‐‐
‐ Do karaoke!
‐ Do... karaoke. Huh?
[zip]
GABRIELLA: ♪ I wanna dance, I wanna dance ♪
Woo!
PINKY: ♪ I wanna dance, dance, dance until my limbs fall off ♪
‐ ♪ I wanna dance ♪
♪ I wanna dance, I wanna ♪
♪ Dance, dance, dance until my limbs fall off ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Whoa! ♪
BOTH: ♪ I wanna dance until my limbs fall off ♪
[applause, cheering]
[microphone feedback]
[roaring]
‐ I mean... woo?
[applause, cheering]
‐ Well, that was certainly in keeping with the spirit of karaoke.
Painful to the eyes and ears.
Now, shall we begin the invasion
before the FBI descends on us?
I've already identified‐‐ DJ [on speaker]: Next up, it's Gabriella and Brain!
‐ Absolutely not. [grunt] ♪ rock playing ♪
‐ Oh, come on, Brain. It's gonna be so much fun.
‐ Yes, Brain! Let loose a little!
[grunt]
[angry grumbling]
‐ That's it! I've had it!
[gasps] No more songs!
No more consumerism!
Now, go on, Gabriella, begin your unholy subjugation!
‐ Woo!
‐ Brain, we need to talk.
We... we don't wanna take over the world.
‐ What? You came here because of my message.
‐ No! We came here because of that jamming tune you played us.
[alien growling]
‐ I told you! Hit of the summer!
GABRIELLA: [sigh] Brain, we should've been honest.
We're more interested in exploring than pillaging.
Do you really wanna destroy all this wonder and beauty?
[laughing]
‐ Yes! [Pinky laughing]
[smash]
‐ But, Brain, we can't leave before I have another go at 'dead‐mau‐five.'
‐ It's 'dead mouse,' Pinky.
‐ [gasp] Oh no! When?
♪
‐ If these tentacled twits won't help us take over the world,
then we'll just use their technology to do it ourselves!
This button must activate their weapons.
People of Earth, prepare to meet your benevolent dictator!
[ship whirring]
[maniacal laughter]
‐ Zort!
[whirring]
[clicking]
[humming]
Egad! What does this button do? [buzz]
BRAIN: Whoa! PINKY: Poit!
[sirens blaring, helicopters whirring]
♪
[blowtorches arcing]
[whirring]
‐ I don't understand it.
Their genetic makeup is identical to the common Earth mouse.
‐ How incredible. These humble‐looking creatures
crossed the entire cosmos,
just to make contact with us.
[crowd cheering]
♪
‐ ♪ I wanna dance ♪
♪ I wanna dance... ♪
‐ Shut the f...ront door!
Gabriella's on Team Blake?
‐ Humanity's oblivion continues to astound me.
Everyone thinks they're humans.
‐ ♪ I wanna dance, dance, dance until my limbs fall off ♪
[feedback] [screeching]
‐ Perhaps I spoke too soon. Turn that off, Pinky.
We have to prepare for tomorrow night.
‐ Why? What we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?
‐ The same thing we do every night, Pinky.
Try to take over the‐‐
[spraying]
‐ Whee! Foam party!
♪
‐ Welcome to the Animaniacs 2020 Election Special.
I'm Yakko Warner, and I'm reading off a teleprompter.
And now, I'm looking into a different camera.
Let's go live to election correspondent
Dot Warner, who is at the polls in Iowa.
‐ That's right, Yakko. Here I am in Iowa,
the state we pretend to care about for one January
every four years.
I'm cold and lonely, just like everyone else in Iowa!
‐ Fascinating. Now, over to Wakko with the electoral map.
How's it shaping up, Wakko?
‐ Also boring. Hey!
I could sing my song to spice things up.
♪ Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Indianapolis, Indiana ♪
♪ And Columbus is the capital of Ohi‐‐ ♪
Oh, it's all the same.
[glass shatters] ‐ I thought this might happen. Thing is,
our two big political parties just aren't fun anymore.
♪
Luckily, there are some totally insane‐y third‐party candidates out there
who want to shake up American politics
with their crackpot ideas.
Let's take a look, shall we?
♪
‐ When I'm President,
all private pools will become public property.
Why? Well, basically, just so I can swim in the Gustafson's pool.
[gargling, gulp] ‐ Jean?
‐ Oh! [chuckles] I thought you were at work.
‐ Uh, well actually, I was fired yesterday
because my job has been fully automated by robots made in China,
made by other robots made in China,
and now I don't have health insurance...
[sniff] because the robots wouldn't let us unionize.
‐ Oh... Well,
I don't know how to help with that.
Wanna take a swim? ‐ Get out of our pool.
‐ Right. I'm Jean Gravy, and I approve this message.
‐ Yeesh. That campaign ad really took a dive.
Say, Dot, how's Jean Gravy polling in New Hampshire?
‐ She's gained a stunning one percent.
Oh, I'm sorry. She's gained a stunning one person.
And...
now she's lost him.
Also, this is a gummy bear. [squish]
‐ Wakko, what does that mean for the electoral map?
‐ Well, if you look up here, I have no idea.
And if you look down here, Alaska's down here now. I did that!
‐ Terrific! What a night!
Now, for our second third‐party. Try to say that five times fast.
You can. It's not that hard. Now, play that ad!
♪
[toot]
‐ Ed Ortiz here. Put off by dense political rhetoric?
Then, put your trust in a new party.
One that's less concerned with actual issues,
and more concerned with yelling them.
[bang]
The Surprise Party.
[ding]
[screaming] Let's build a Space Force!
♪
More tanks, fewer banks!
[screaming]
‐ Grandma?
Hey! ‐ Shh...
‐ Hey‐‐ ‐ Shh...
‐ He‐‐ ‐ Shh!
[yawning]
[contented sigh]
[bed creaks] [gasp]
♪ tense music ♪
[sighs]
[party horn] [scream]
‐ All cats are girls! Ah!
[scream] Coal is clean!
[explosion]
[cat screech] Give guns to whales!
[roar]
‐ The economy!
‐ What a surprise! It's my campaign manager, Mike Dechico.
BOTH: The Surprise Party! We might just surprise ya!
‐ Well, Dot, will there be a surprise win
for the Surprise Party in Florida?
‐ I'm in Idaho! Don't you listen?
‐ I do not. Wakko, how does that pan out on the big board?
‐ I ate all the states.
I'm a monster! [belch]
‐ Now, that's the kind of biting analysis
people tune into Animaniacs for, folks.
Let's see our final third‐party campaign ad. Roll it!
[music blasting, cheering]
[static]
‐[Russian accent] Oh! You give me fright
as I'm set about my customary American chores.
Hello. I am Adams Johnson.
Good neighbor, nice husband,
born in South Virginia.
Anyway, I am vote for Johnny Thanksgiving.
RUSSIAN NARRATOR: Johnny Thanksgiving is not drone.
He is man who give utmost leadership ability to party.
‐ [Russian accent] Is me, talkative female American citizen
who love freedom and baseballs.
[primal scream] [smash, screech]
Strike four! Home run! Listen, buddies.
Johnny Thanksgiving of Super American America Party
is solid state‐of‐art man.
[whirring]
RUSSIAN NARRATOR: Vote Johnny Thanksgiving in November.
Even if you think he's drone, he's going to win anyway.
[kiss, crying] Trust me.
‐ Wait, wait, wait, hold the phone. That wasn't the right ad. Who approved this?
‐ Well, it wasn't me. I'm in Hawaii. It's a, um...
crucial swing state.
‐ Well, that only leaves one person.
Wakko, was it you?
RUSSIAN VOICE: Negative.
‐ Works for me. Looking great, pal!
‐ No problem. Now, autoplay take you next episode of
American Maniacs! [glitching]
‐ Hey, pal, are you okay?
♪
[static] ‐ Uh oh.
Drone is malfunctioning again.
Hey, do you think American people will
really go along with President who is drone?
‐ Why not? He's more human than the last guy.
[laughing]
♪