Hi, cool cats and kittens.
Top Cat!
Whoa. Red bumper car, TC.
Muchas gracias, Choo Choo.
The clown chumps at the carnival certainly aren't going to miss it.
And you haven't seen the best part!
I scored us the perfect sitting box.
Oh, sweet score, TC.
It really fits with all our cool stuff.
Sure does, Fancy boy.
The little touches really make this alleyway feel like home.
Like the telephone pole that we use as a scratching post.
And the table where Brain builds all of our miniatures.
And our sizzling fajita station.
And here's a pile of sand where we all go to the bathroom.
And, of course, the spot where we mark how tall Benny is growing.
I'm the same.
♪ It's the perfect place To live ♪
It does feel like it's missing something sophisticated, though.
Like maybe a conversation pit or something.
Mmm-hmm. -Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Yeah, maybe someday, Choo Choo.
But either way, this alley is the tops.
I can't think of a better place to call our home.
Don't mind if we do.
Uh, have you just been, like, standing there
listening to us the whole time?
We sure have. Jealous?
Pretty nice alley you got here.
It would be a shame if someone...
stole it. Hmm.
Oh, who is this guy, TC?
I literally have no idea.
Oh, you simps don't know who I am?
Eh, I'm The King.
My crew and I are the coolest, most premier street gang
this side of the Hanna-Barbera cinematic universe.
Jealous?
Ooh.
No, don't "ooh", Benny? Knock it off. It's not impressive.
Why are you here exactly?
Since the dawn of time, crews like us have fought over turf
with the most sacred art of street combat. Dance!
Old school.
And we're here to take this primo alley for ourselves.
Wait. What?
Five, six, seven, eight.
What the what?
Oh, what is that power?
Yo, TC, maybe they are a better gang.
That's not possible.
Try to keep up, chump.
We studied at the New Bedrock Institute of Street Gangs and Culinary Arts.
Ho-ho!
What do we do, TC?
We have to dance back or we lose our home.
But we don't dance.
It's not our thing.
Well, it's been fun and all.
But we'll be taking our alley now.
Old school.
Oh, no. Our alley!
-Thanks for the new digs, Top Cat.
-Or should I say Bottom Cat.
No!
Oh, no, TC, where are we going to live now?
Don't worry, guys.
I know of a place where we can crash rent free.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I'm so glad you guys wanted to hang out.
I'm so excited. Oh, there's so many things we could do.
We could watch OVAs or we could bake cookies,
or we could...
This is so lame.
Yeah, this guy certainly has an interesting sense of decor.
I don't know how I feel about this.
I know. I know. I know. This is just
a temporary solution, but worry not, as always...
I got a plan.
Okay, gang.
It is time to get our alley back the way we do best,
by scheming.
All right, step one.
Wait, hold up. Why'd you draw yourself like that?
-Uh, like what? -Like with gorgeous muscular legs.
Uh, this is what I look like.
This is what I look like.
Okay. Then I want big, beefy arms.
Hot ones.
-I want a cowboy hat. -Okay.
Arms and hat.
Ooh, give me a cowboy hat, too.
You can't just take Benny's hat idea, Fancy.
He thought of it all by himself like a good boy.
Come up with your own thing.
But I want to look cool!
Put Fancy on one of those stupid baby tricycles.
-No. Tricycle, done.
Spooky, you want anything?
-Pew-pew. -A blaster?
No, that's not really our style, Miss Thing.
Pew-pew.
You know what? Okay, but it's just the holding, not the shooting.
So, here's the plan.
Banana peels.
Oh, hey, The King!
Look, I'm in your house.
Ooh, look, gang. Bottom Cat's here for... Whoa!
Yes, yes, yes, yes...
Wait, what?
Oh, man. We just ended up making them look cool.
You're gonna have to be slippery than that, Bottom Cat.
-Oh, hey, guys.
You're just in time to help me build my new robot models.
Okay. The banana peels were a no go,
so we switch to plan B.
Operation Bad Parade.
-Oh, yeah. Uh-huh, Uh-huh. -Absolutely.
Can't dance with all of this noise now, can you?
You wish.
Old school.
Oh, man. We just made them look cool again.
I'm sorry to rain on your parade, Bottom Cat.
Huh!
Oh, hey, guys. Oh, I just sewed us all matching pajamas.
One second, one second. Nah. Still working here.
Uh, hey, man, you okay?
Okay. I got it.
We'll get the alley back by licking stuff!
Eh?
And break.
Cats, commence licking!
Whoa.
Oh, jeez. Why?
What're you gonna do now that everything's been licked, huh?
Now... Now it's ours.
Just give up, Bottom Cat.
You're never going to beat us.
Oh, hey, guys. Ah, you're just in time to help me practice my Ninjutsu.
Dash, dash, dash...
You got any more plans, TC?
I'm sorry, gang.
I've failed you.
I've tried and I've tried to get us our home back.
Nothing I've come up with is working.
If I can't come up with a good scam,
then who am I?
Scams are all I know.
I really am Bottom Cat.
Oh, no, TC, don't cry.
Maybe a scam isn't going to work this time.
I'm thinking if we're going to get our alley back,
we're going to have to beat The King at his own game.
Yeah, we're going to have to work hard, dance,
and, well, like, be good.
But we can't do it without you...
Top Cat.
You're right, gang.
Let's dance.
Hey, The King. We challenge you
-to a dance rematch. Cha!
We are taking our alley back.
Oh, you just can't get enough of us, huh? All right.
Dance battle.
Winner keeps the alley for good.
Cha!
You call that dancing?
You'll never defeat us with those lame grandma moves.
You're right. We didn't really come here to dance.
We're actually here to do what we do best.
Scam.
-Huh?
While you were distracted by our subpar dancing,
Choo Choo was able to slip away unnoticed
and bumper car over to the Jellystone top-secret laser manufacturing headquarters
There, she used the leftover unpeeled bananas from earlier
to bribe Grape Ape,
who, in exchange, granted her access to the top floor of the building.
Once inside, she blasted her way into the computer lab
using the jet engine, which we borrowed from the parade.
There, she hacked the mainframe and took control of the company's
most powerful high-tech laser satellite.
Hacked!
She then locked the satellite onto the alley's map coordinates
by syncing it to the DNA in our saliva,
which we not so sneakily left behind.
-You never stood a chance.
We fooled you!
Wait, if the pink one was off doing all that stuff,
then how is she standing there dancing?
It was me in disguise.
Okay.
But then who was pretending to be you?
Mop with a face on it.
Enough talk. Chooch, fire the laser.
Cowabunga!
You win this time, Top Cat.
But you haven't seen the last of us.
Hey, hey, wait. What are you doing?
All right!
Well, it's pretty cool that we have our alley back and all.
But now there's a giant crater in it.
Is it a crater, or is it...
a conversation pit?
So, what do you guys want to converse about?