♪♪
Whoa!
Gweeseek!
Gweeseek, get over -- come on.
Whoa! [ Grunts ]
Huh?
♪♪
[ Doorbell dings ]
[ Doorbell dinging ]
Alright, Tig and Seek, back in action on the mission
to find the lost ring for one ah-Mrs. Grendelsons!
[ Sniffing ]
[ Meows ] Yeah, Seek,
I know she smells like mothballs and fish sticks,
but, uh, hello, Mrs. G!
And, uh, how lovely you are today.
Have you found my ring?
Well, not yet, but we were just --
Well, check the bushes.
Mm-hmm. Yep.
I had it on when I was pruning.
Check...prunes...
[ Timer dings ] Ohh, the oven!
♪♪
Tiggy dear, can you help tie my apron?
Sure thing, Mrs. G!
Skiddly-diddly-bop!
Thank you, Tiggy.
♪♪
Tiggy: Oooh!
Oh!
Whoa!
Mrs. G., that's the biggest cake
I ever saw!
Yes, it is the biggest cake you ever saw.
And not only the biggest,
but the most delicious cake you ever saw.
Between each layer
I slather on some raspberry jam...
I smother the cake with buttercream frosting...
and cascade the top with chocolate drizzle.
A squiggle here...
and a squiggle there...
and finish it off with sugary flower toppers.
I-I'll grab the forks!
Huh! -Unh-unh! No tasties!
This cake is for a very special occasion
for a very special person!
Special occasion?
What the heckity heck is that supposed to mean?
Now don't you worry your pretty little head.
Just find my ring, because if you do,
you'd make me one happy woman.
Fine.
Thank you, Tiggy.
Hmm...
No prunes in sight.
Better check the bushes.
[ Meows ]
Yeah, Seek, I can't get it out of my head either,
but that cake is off limits to the likes of us.
Ah-ho!
There it is.
Wowzers, look at the size of this rock!
I mean, what is this, an engagement ring?
Wait.
Gweeseek, don't you think
Mrs. G. was acting a little strange?
The cake, all this "special occasion'" talk?
[ Gasps ]
You have such a pretty little head.
Oh, Tiggy, you make me the happiest woman in the world!
Do you want to...
tie the knot?
[ Giggles ]
That's right, Tiggy.
We're getting married.
[ Screams ]
Oh, no, Gweeseek!
Mrs. Grendelsons wants to marry me!
And that... is my wedding cake!
[ Humming ]
Gwee, a-am I ready to get married?
I know I'm ready to eat cake, but marriage can't be all cake.
It's other stuff too. like, mortgages and, uh...
I don't even know what a mortgage is!
Plus, you can't forget about your anniversary.
I'll never remember that!
Oh, let's face it, Seek, I'm not ready to be Mr. G.
no matter how much cake is involved!
Or maybe I am...
No, no, definitely not.
Or maybe I am...
No. No.
No.
Or maybe I am...
No, no, no.
Or maybe I--
Ooh, cake! And it's three tiers?!
That's -- that's unbelievable!
Unh-unh-unh, Prangle.
That there is a bonafide wedding cake.
Yep-ah. I'm afraid you can't eat any
unless you marry Mrs. Grendelsons.
Which, frankly, sounds like a whole bunch of hubbub,
I mean --
Prangle?
Well, Gweeseek.
I guess it's time to break an old lady's heart.
Mrs. G., we have to have a talk.
I --
Strawberries?
Chocolate-covered strawberries if you must know, Tiggy.
Who're you talking to?
Oh, Tiggy!
Back so soon?
Well, make yourself at home.
No, no. That's not a kitty treat, you little bandit.
Prangle! What are you doing here?!
Isn't it obvious?
I am buttering up Mrs. Grendelsons
so I can marry her and then I can...
[ Munching ]
Can what? What are you doing?
It's cake! I'm eating the three-tiered cake all by myself!
[ Gasps ] You can't do that!
Those three tiers are for our wedding!
Not this time, Tiggy!
You always get your way and it really bums me out!
This one's for me!
I'm going to marry Mrs. Grendelsons,
and when I do, it'll be Prangle's time to chow down!
[ Laughs wickedly ]
No! No! No!
Is everything alright in there, boys?
Both: [ Politely ] Yes, Mrs. Grendelsons!
Watch me sweep her off her feet!
Why, Mrs. G! That bowl looks so heavy!
-No, it's not. -Allow me to help you!
But I'm really quite alright holding it on my own.
It's meringue. It's mostly air.
Prangle: No, no, I insist!
Let me help. I am...
very strong.
Strong, you say?
Yes! Strong!
I -- I carry bowls all the time.
[ Wickedly ] I carry them into my mouth!
Aah!
M-Mrs. Grendelsons, can -- can -- can -- can -- can --
can I -- can I speak with you?
-O-Of course. -First off, no.
[ Chuckles nervously ] I'm strong, okay?
Not -- Not -- Not -- Not cake over here, I-I mean cake --
I mean Tiggy -- I mean [chuckles] I'm Tiggy cake.
This is, uh, three-tiered Prangle.
And he's not strong.
Oh, it appears you dropped your spoon.
Oops. [ Chuckles ] I'm suddenly doing push-ups
with my big strong arms.
Oh, yeah. Feels good. Oh.
Oh, no. She loves it!
-Oh, my. -He's marriage material!
Huh! Oh, yeah? Well, watch this!
[ Straining ]
Strrooonnggg!
[ Gasping ] Ha, pathetic!
I-I'm just -- I'm just going easy on you!
H-Hold on! Watch this!
Oh! Whoa!
[ Laughs ]
Huh?
-Get a load of this! -[ Gasps ]
You look awesome!
Betcha can't do a handstand, Prangle!
[ Laughs ]
Tiggy, stop, you're scuffing my wallpaper!
[ Groans ] I can do a handstand!
Watch! -No, please, don't --
[ Grunts ]
[ Straining ] See?
Child's play!
What?! You did that like it was nothing!
Uh...Oh, yeah, Prangle?
Well, can you do this?
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z.
[ Both reciting alphabet ]
Boys! Boys, please!
Stop this squabbling now!
She's going for the cake!
Aah, stop that cat!
Oh, no, no, no! Get away from that cake!
No! No, cat!
Gweeseek, don't you dare!
Out of my way! -No, you!
♪♪
Both: No!
Yay!
[ Growls ] Oh...
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Out! Out! Ooooout!
[ Yowls ]
[ Door slams ]
You know, Prangle,
I let this whole cake thing get way out of control.
You did? Yeah.
I feel like a real jerk.
No, I feel like a real jerk.
No, no, I feel -- I feel like a real jerk.
No, I feel --
Ugh. [ Chuckles ]
I'm doing it again.
We're competing again.
Let's just forget about this whole thing,
put it all behind us.
After all, there are plenty of cakes in the sea.
We cool?
We cool.
[ Both grunt ]
Well, guess I'll see ya around.
You know it!
Prangle! Ever the fool! [ Laughs wickedly ]
With him out of the way,
Mrs. Grendelsons will have to marry me,
and you know what that means, Gwee.
[ Meows ] Cake! [ Laughs wickedly ]
Come on, Gweeseek!
Let's do something nice for our future wife!
[ Laughs wickedly ]
[ Humming ]
[ Pachelbel's "Canon in D" playing ]
Hmm?
Ooh, music.
Love -- What is love?
Tiggy?
Is it the big things,
three towering tiers of sugary goodness?
Or the tiny things...
dainty candy flowers all in a perfect little row?
All I know is, that I... love that cake,
and I love you too, Mrs. Grendelsons,
because your craggly hand baked that beautiful masterpiece.
Tiggy...
what are you talking about?
Let's not mince words, Mrs. G.
Will you marry me --
No! Don't do it, Mrs. G.!
-Do what? -That's right!
I, me, Prangle Panos Penguinian,
am asking for your craggly hand in holy...matrimony.
[ Both grunting ]
-Marry me! -No! Prangle!
-T-Tiggy! -Prangle. Marry me!
No, marry -- Marry Tig--
Both: Aah!
Why are you two so determined to ruin my birthday?
Both: Birthday?
Yes, it's my birthday.
What you do think the cake's for?
Surrounded by fools.
They make me so mad that I could just --
Well, at least we won't have to pay alimony.
♪♪
Mmm.
Tuna fish cake --
my favorite!
Mmm.
[ Crunch ] Ohh, got a mothball.
♪♪
[ Meows ]