Oh, the boredom! It has struck me like lightning.
Bleh!
Fancy Fancy, we just started playing.
Oh, no! Now the boredom is killing me. Double bleh!
Dibs on his cheese board.
Hey, cuties, what's up?
We're playing soccer.
I can see that. Dibs on his cheese board.
Well, well, well. What did our lucky pothole bring us today?
Looks like we now have fresh...
...fish sticks to sell to the people of Jellystone.
I don't know, TC.
Says here they all expired in 2015.
Expired? No, no, no, no, no.
My dear Benny, that just means they're vintage.
Oh, yeah. Look here.
Looks totally fine.
Do you actually think we could sell loose fish sticks to people?
Of course, Brain.
We have the best group of scammers a cat could ask for.
Oh, gosh. I'm gonna blush.
Not like now, but at some point.
Aaaaah!
No, Spooky, no! Those are for the customers.
This is the perfect solution to my boredom.
How much are we selling for? Three dollars? Four dollars each?
Are you kidding me?
I keep telling you guys, these are vintage.
We are gonna sell these bad boys at $11 apiece.
And we'll say whatever we need to get them sold.
We will lie. We will befuddle.
We will bamboozle and we will make cash.
Who's with me?
I love being excited.
Oh, woe!
Woe is me. My favorite leg. It is ruined beyond repair.
But wait, I forgot I had my magic cure-all fish stick.
Magic cure-all fish sticks?
Look at that, my leg is cured!
-Wow, that is amazing.
All right. Well, who wants one?
Well, I don't think I need one of those.
No, my legs are fine.
Oh, sure. You might be all right now,
but you should be prepared for absolutely everything.
You smell bad.
Eat one of these and you'll smell like a daffodil.
Daffodils? Err, I'd rather smell like lavender.
Uh, no.
Did you see the papers?
Everyone hates lavender.
The papers? That must be true.
-I'll take a dozen. -Oh, no.
The papers say buying only a dozen is unlucky.
Uh, okay. Two dozen.
Three dozen.
Hey, what do you got there?
Oh, I was just talking to my best friend.
Oh, wow. Can I meet them?
Gotcha! What you got in your hand?
I'll take seven.
These will make your hair grow back.
You'll find your missing sock.
Oh, I don't know. Girls will like you, I suppose.
I'll take 'em all!
Well, look at that.
I think it's safe to say that our work here is done.
Meep!
Everyone, listen to me.
Don't eat the... the...
Oh! Hey, a fish stick.
Meep!
I'm gonna need me a little girl sized fish tank.
Meep!
Yippie! Yahoo, hooray!
Oh, that's... that smells awful.
-Why did I do that? -Ho, ho, ho!
Benny, I don't know if a beard suits you.
Why I never.
Choo Choo, check out these sneakers I'm totally buying.
See? They look like macaroni.
And look, it's only $8.
But the immediate shipping option is $8,000.
I love having money.
Can you guys please keep it down?
Me and the cash just need some alone time together.
Meep!
Hey, now. Come on now. What did I just say?
Meep.
Dang, TC. Who's that?
Probably just wants more fish sticks.
Yo, go home. We're sold out.
Oh, looks like there's uh...
One, two... Two of them now.
Oh, wow! Looks like there's more.
One, two, three...
All right, I'll go handle this.
Listen, my fishy friends.
-Can...
Oh no! Help! They're so slippery.
Oh no. They're really dumb too.
And they'll eat anything.
Spit that out. This is my framed caterpillar portrait.
Everyone back up.
I got this.
Oh hey, TC. Did you see what Choo Choo did?
I hacked the floor.
Oh, thank you, Choo Choo.
Can someone please tell me who they were?
Yeah, I think it's the townsfolks.
But they have fish heads now.
Well, as long as those freaky fishes
are behind that wall, that ain't our problem.
Spooky, can you please pass me a soda?
Meep!
Oh no!
Spooky? How could this have happened?
Oh, is it like, uh, zombie logic?
Maybe a fish bit her like this.
Spooky ate a fish stick.
The fish sticks we sold must have turned everyone's heads into fish heads.
Oh, wait, wait.
This was our fault!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
This was not our fault.
No way.
Who would have known those fish sticks were bad?
Well, actually, the expiration date on the box of fish sticks was years...
Don't even worry.
I have a great idea of what we should do next.
We will whip up a cure for Spooky ourselves.
Then we'll sell the cure to the fish-headed townsfolk,
and score a few extra bones for us cats.
Do you know what I'm saying?
-Everybody like it?
Hooray!
Here, Spooky. I bet the cure is lip balm.
-Meep! -Okay, no difference.
Here's your lip balm back, Benny.
Oh, thanks, Brain.
Maybe the cure is love.
Spooky, I will never let you go.
-Meep! -No.
I bet the cure is, uh, lip balm.
We already tried that. -Dang it!
Here's your lip balm back, Benny.
Oh, wow. You know, everybody's got such dry lips today.
Nothing works as a dang cure. Nothing!
All we have left is this...
...tomato bisque.
Tomato bisque?
Yeah, tomato bisque.
-Well, down the hatch.
Spooky! You're cured.
I wonder why tomato bisque worked?
It's like they say, "Tomato bisque cures the soul."
Well, as the alley's finest chef,
we are gonna need you to make the largest pot
of tomato bisque you've ever seen!
We are about to make the score of a lifetime.
Eleven dollars.
Got yourself a piping hot cup of tomato bisque.
It'll even cure you of that fish headiness you got there...
Okay. New plan.
So we gotta get them the heck out of here.
So we will cure them for f...
-Free?
Wow, that is a hard word to say.
A lot of syllables.
All right, let's bisque those fish.
This area is clear! Spooky, move us around.
Everyone, keep at it.
Hey, uh, should we slow down for the speed bump?
For the what?
Oh, no! They must still be hungry.
My squirters are toast and we're like, out of bisque.
-Meep.
They're not actually going to eat us, right?
-Meep!
I would taste delicious in a sandwich
Oh, TC! Oh, what are we going to do?
You gotta save us.
All right, everyone, don't panic.
We just need some more bisque.
Hey, good news. It's only $8.
the immediate shipping.
$80,000!
But that's all our dollars.
No, no, no, no.
Come on, TC. You can do it. Do it for your friends.
Oh, no. Like help.
Did someone order a tomato bisque?
TC! You got more bisque!
I think we have some... unfinished bisque-ness.
You know, gang, I learned a valuable lesson today.
Is it that you can't put a price on friendship?
Nope. It's that I love money.
Look what I found behind the dumpster.
Pure vintage milk.
Only $11 a bottle.
Everybody loves milk, right?
Step right up. Hey, no pushing. No pushing, guys.
Oh, no, no no! TC, these expired in 2006.