(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
(GASPS)
Tag.
Tag. Tag. Tag.
Whoo-hoo! All hail the queen of Crag tag.
Eight dinosaurs. A new world record.
How many did you find, Bamm-Bamm?
Huh?
(DINOSAURS GROANING)
Nine.
(GRUNTS) That is not how you play Crag tag.
Crag tag is a game of cunning, a game of strategy.
There's nothing strategic about smashing your club into the ground.
(GROANS)
-Ten. -(GRUNTS)
Uh, Pebbles, what are those?
Bubbles, obviously.
(GASPS)
(POPPING)
Bubbles do that?
Oh, Mom was right. I don't know how to take a bath.
Wait, bubbles aren't supposed to devour dinosaurs.
Oh, no, they got the Veloci-hipster.
Ugh. A hipster in a bubble?
Isn't that a tad on-the-nose?
What is happening?
(GASPS) Pebbles, look!
(BEAMING)
Hmm.
Wicky!
(SQUAWKS) Yes, Pebbles?
I need a complete rundown on that thing.
-Bring me all the vital intel and schematics. Stat! -(SQUAWKS)
Excuse me.
Would you mind answering a few questions? (SQUAWKS)
Darn it. I'm getting no results.
All right, that's it!
This thing thinks it can just come in to the Crags
and steal dinosaurs?
Well, I say it's time he got acquainted
with the bamming end of my club.
No, Bamm-Bamm. Your club won't work this time.
Actually, I'm pretty sure it will.
Because I think I know what this thing wants.
My club is generally very effective.
(GRUNTS)
I think it's trying to challenge my title as the queen of Crag tag.
Wait, so magic bubbles are okay in Crag tag,
but I get disqualified for hitting things with my club.
-Uh-huh. -What are the rules of this game?
(BEEPING)
(GRUNTS) You better run, whatever you are,
because the game is on.
I still think we should consider the club option.
In my experience, it's usually the best option.
Like, uh, remember when Principal Granite locked his keys in his office,
and I helped him get in.
You were suspended for bashing a giant hole in the wall.
(LAUGHS) I know. Four-day weekend.
-Thanks, Club. -Hmm.
(DINOSAURS SCREECHING)
That thing is out there, Bamm-Bamm.
It's going to take some serious mind power to catch it.
Then why did we bring Dino?
(DINO EXCLAIMING)
Because Dino's brain may be a bit fossilized,
but his nose is pure genius.
Really? I didn't know there was some bloodhound-a-saurus in him.
Are you kidding? He once chased the neighbor's cat
across three continental fault lines.
Oh, right. That was our cat.
-(BARKS) -Okay, Dino.
This is some dirt from where the dinosaur poacher was standing.
Can you get the scent?
(SNIFFING)
(BARKS)
He's got the scent.
(HOWLING)
(BOTH SHOUT)
(GROANS)
-(BARKING) -(GROANS)
-See, Bamm-Bamm? Ow! -(GROANS)
All it takes... Ow.
-...is a little strategy. Ow. -Ahh!
Uh, Pebbles,
-how do piranhas fit into your strategy? -(SHRIEKS)
(DINO BARKING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(DINO BARKING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(DINO BARKING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
-(BOTH SCREAMING) -(CRASHES)
(BOTH GROAN)
-(CHOMPING) -(GRUNTS)
(BEAMING)
Ha, we got you. Sic him, Dino.
(GROWLING)
(DINO BARKING)
(BARKING)
No! Dino, don't!
(DINO WHINES)
...lick it.
(BEAMING)
Look, Pebbles, he just took our friend.
I think it's time we stop messing around and get serious.
I'm gonna hit him with my club.
-(GRUNTS) -Whatever.
That wasn't even my good club.
This... (CHUCKLES) ...is my good club.
(GRUNTS)
All right, that thing can fly.
But how will it fly when it's drenched in 300 gallons of syrup?
So when you told me we were going to Syrup Springs for a late brunch,
that was just a lie to get me here?
Uh-huh.
Now, to set the bait.
Yoo-hoo!
Corkasaurus coming through.
My butt's a giant cork, and I don't care who knows it.
(RUMBLING)
Ooh, that tickles.
As soon as that thing captures the corkasaurus,
the syrup will be released, and he'll be mine.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
It could be dangerous.
I don't know if you heard,
but my heinie is a giant cork.
Don't you think I'm getting roped into dangeriffic adventures all the time?
-Are you? -Oh. No.
(BEAMING)
-You know, it's not too late to... -Shh.
-I'm just saying, the club option... -Shh.
-...is still on the table. -Shh!
(BEAMING)
Now, I know you're not pointing that thing
at my big, beautiful, cork-shaped booty.
Oh, I guess you were pointing it at my big, beautiful, cork-shaped booty.
Yes!
No!
You know, I wonder what happens to those bubbles when they...
(BUBBLE POPPING)
BAMM-BAMM: Pebbles, I know I shouldn't ask, but...
We're hiding in a fake dinosaur to lure out the dinosaur poacher.
And why am I...
You're holding a humming jacket nest,
so when we gets here, we can launch it at him,
and the humming jackets will pop his bubbles.
And you're sure?
Yes, I'm sure this is a better plan than using your dumb club.
This plan is going to work, and when it does,
whatever it is, it's going to have to admit
that I'm the queen of Crag tag and...
he's gonna make me a trophy so big...
-(BOTH SCREAMING) -(CRASHES)
Oh, no! I think that guy owes me money.
(GRUNTS)
He was right here,
and you lousy humming jackets didn't pop anything.
(BUZZING)
Pebbles, I think they're about to pop something.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
All right, I'm sure you're all wondering why I've gathered you here.
(CLAMORING)
I'm worried about Pebbles.
(MURMURING)
I think she's starting to crack up.
(MURMURING)
I'm gonna need each and every one of you
to help convince her to let me use my club.
(MURMURING)
'Cause it's the only thing we haven't tried on that creepy little guy
-who's kidnapping dinosaurs all over the Crags. -Wait, what?
This weird creature just keeps appearing out of nowhere,
suddenly and without warning,
and stealing helpless dinosaurs off to who-knows-where,
in its sinister snatcher bubbles...
Why are we just now hearing about this?
-...to eat... -(ALL GASP)
-...imprison... -(ALL GASP)
-...or maybe even torture... -(ALL GASP)
-...anyone it gets its tiny claws on. -(ALL PANICKING)
And there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
DINOSAUR: He could be anywhere!
But if you guys can help me convince her to let...
Ah, no!
Little creep got them, too?
(SIGHS) Figures.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Hey, Pebbs.
You doing okay, bud?
Why, yes, Bamm-Bamm. (CACKLES) I'm doing A-okay.
Oh, cool, then.
Hey, wait a minute. Why'd you say that so creepy?
Creepy? I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm just excited.
Excited for my ultimate plan.
Wow, that's... That's a lot of strategy.
Yes, and it's all so simple.
All we need are three industrial-sized slingshots,
the keys to the fireworks factory,
12 ostrich-sourced eggs of equal size and value,
a garden gnome, a blow torch,
access to the mayor's office, some fake IDs
and two round trip bus tickets to Rock Vegas.
(LAUGHS) It's perfect!
There is absolutely no way this plan will fail.
(GROANS) Stupid bubble egg.
Where are we?
Hey, no wonder this guy is so good at Crag tag.
I've never even seen this part of the Crags.
You know, Pebbles, uh,
now that your guaranteed-not-to-fail plan has failed,
maybe it's time for...
Fine.
Go nuts.
Oh, I'll go nuts, all right.
It's bamming time.
I came here to chew bubblegum and bam my club,
and bubblegum hasn't been invented yet.
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
I wanted intelligent creatures for my space zoo,
but it seems this planet is just full of dumb-dumbs.
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
Great granite!
Did you see that?
Maybe that thing wasn't here to play Crag tag.
Maybe he wasn't even from here.
(GASPS) Maybe the Universe is really huge,
and there are whole other worlds with...
Pebbles, you're my pal,
but sometimes, you think way too much.
Hmm. Okay, everyone.
New game of Crag tag starts now.
(ALL CHEER)
Let's go.
Hmm.
I guess I'll just have to go looking
for intelligent creatures on some other planet.
All right. Setting the course for the Nebulon System, Gazoo, baby.
Uh, excuse me. Who are you?
I'm a Corkasaurus, and my cork-shaped keister
has got some space adventures to go on.
THE GREAT GAZOO: Hold on. Stop!
You don't know what any of those buttons do!
No. No, no, no!
No!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)