[ SNORING ]
>> Madame Foster: WHOO-HOO!
YOU'RE ALL JUST IN TIME.
THE GAME'S ABOUT TO START.
OKAY, WHO WANTS TO BE ON MY TEAM?
>> Frankie: GRANDMA, WE CAN'T.
YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.
>> Madame Foster: YEAH, IT'S GET-YOUR-BUTT-BEAT-BY-GRANNY
DAY.
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
>> Frankie: NO, IT'S THE THIRD SUNDAY OF THE MONTH --
COMMUNITY SERVICE DAY.
THAT'S WHEN WE VISIT THE -- >> Madame Foster: NO, DON'T SAY
IT!
>> Mac: WHAT'S THE MATTER, MADAME FOSTER?
IT'S JUST A RETIREMENT HOME.
>> Madame Foster: AAH!
IT'S A PLOT -- A PLOT TO KEEP US OLD FOLKS OUT OF COMMISSION!
THEY PUT SOMETHING IN THE PUDDING THAT TURNS YOU INTO LAZY
ZOMBIES.
IT'S A CONSPIRACY, I TELL YOU.
I EVEN HEARD THEY GOT THIS EASY-LISTENING MUSIC THAT
BRAINWASHES YOU INTO THINKING YOU'RE A LOONY!
LOO-OO-OO-OO-NY!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
>> Mr. Herriman: NOT TO WORRY, MASTER MAC.
MADAME HAS A THING ABOUT RETIREMENT.
>> Frankie: NO KIDDING.
ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE.
ON THE BUS NOW.
>> Mac: COME ON, BLOO.
HURRY UP.
>> Bloo: OH, MAN.
DO WE HAVE TO?
>> Mac: YES, BLOO.
PEOPLE AT RETIREMENT HOMES GET LONELY.
WE'RE GOING TO CHEER THEM UP.
>> Bloo: BUT IT'S GOING TO BE SO BO-O-RING!
I MEAN, OLD PEOPLE ARE SO O-O-OLD.
NO OFFENSE, FRANKIE.
>> Frankie: NONE TAKEN.
WAIT! WHAT? HEY!
>> Madame Foster: THE FOOLS.
>> All: ♪ YANKEE DOODLE WENT TO TOWN ♪
♪ RIDING ON A PONY ♪ ♪ STUCK A FEATHER IN HIS HAT
AND CALLED IT MACARONI ♪ ♪ YANKEE DOODLE, KEEP IT UP ♪
♪ YANKEE DOODLE DANDY ♪ ♪ MIND THE THE MUSIC AND YOUR
STEP ♪ ♪ AND WITH THE GIRLS BE HANDY ♪
[ WHISTLES TOOT ] >> Bloo: PBHT!
>> Mac: COME ON, BLOO.
>> Bloo: WHAT?
THIS SONG IS LAME.
THE WHOLE SHOW IS -- >> LAME!
LAME-A-RIFFIC!
LAME AS OL' MORTY HERE.
>> CURSE YOU, RED BARON!
[ SNORING ] >> YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED THAT
"YANKEE DOODLE DOO-DOO."
>> Bloo: HEH, YEAH!
"DOO-DOO."
>> THAT MEANS YOU STINK.
>> Bloo: LIKE POOP!
[ BOTH LAUGH ] >> Frankie: ALL RIGHT,
EVERYBODY.
TAKE FIVE.
>> Bloo: SO TELL ME, MR., UH...
MR....
>> NAME'S "OLDCOOT."
"IMAN OLDCOOT."
>> Bloo: HEH, WHAT'S A HILARIOUS GUY LIKE YOU DOING IN A BORING
DUMP LIKE THIS?
>> BORING?!
WELL, YEAH, YOU GOT A POINT THERE, BUT WATCH THIS.
HUGO!
>> IS THIS WHIPPERSNAPPER DISTURBING YOU, MR. OLDCOOT?
>> Bloo: [ GULPS ] >> OF COURSE NOT,
YOU DUNDERHEAD!
NOW, GIVE ME THE WORKS.
UNH-UNH!
GIVE ME SOME SUGAR.
MMM.
PUDDIN'.
NOW GET OUT OF HERE, YOU NINCOMPOOP!
>> Bloo: WO-O-W.
IF I ASKED FRANKIE TO DO THAT, SHE WOULD HAVE DUMPED IT ALL
OVER MY HEAD...
ESPECIALLY IF I CALLED HER A NINCOMPOOP!
>> YEAH. NOT BAD, HUH?
TAKE A LOOK.
>> OH, YEAH. OHH!
>> Bloo: IT'S... IT'S...
OW!
>> Frankie: BLOO!
I SAID IT'S TIME TO GO.
NOW GET ON THE BUS!
>> Bloo: NO!
YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!
I'M MEANT TO BE HERE!
IT'S...
HEAVEN TO ME.
[ DOORBELL RINGING ] >> YOU RANG?
>> Bloo: HI, IT'S ME -- BLOO.
I WAS HERE YESTERDAY.
JUST CAME BACK TO HANG WITH MR. OLDCOOT.
>> VISITING HOURS ARE FROM 11:00 TO 4:00.
>> Bloo: WHAT?!
BUT IT'S ONLY -- SAY, WHAT TIME DO YOU HAVE?
[ WHACK! ] [ GRUNTING ]
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] PROBABLY...SHOULD HAVE...
TAPED THE BOTTOM.
[ GIGGLING ] GOOD PIE.
AAAAH!
[ GROWLING ] AAAAAH!
[ SIGHS ] OH, WELL.
[ GRUNTING ] OOH, OH, OW.
OH, CAN YOU HEAR IT?
OH!
UGH! UGH! OH! OH.
UGH. WRINKLY. UGH!
UGH.
>> SIR, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
>> Bloo: GOT TO...GET...HOME.
>> BUT YOU ARE HOME.
>> Bloo: [ Voice quivering ] TO THE CAFETERIA, YOU OLD
NINCOMPOOP!
I NEEDS MY PUDDIN'!
>> YES, SIR.
>> Bloo: AAH, PARADISE.
[ TELEPHONE RINGING ] >> Mac: FRANKIE, WHAT'S GOING
ON?
>> Frankie: THAT'S RIGHT, OFFICER.
WE'LL LET YOU KNOW.
MAC, THANK GOODNESS.
YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLOO, HAVE YOU?
>> Mac: NO, WHY?
>> Frankie: RATS!
NOBODY'S SEEN HIM ALL DAY.
WE THOUGHT HE MIGHT BE WITH YOU.
>> Mac: HE'S GONE? BUT -- >> Frankie: FOREWARNING, MAC.
WE HAVE A SERIES OF STANDARD PROCEDURES TO FOLLOW WHENEVER WE
LOSE A FRIEND.
>> Mac: LOSE?
>> Frankie: I JUST FINISHED WITH THE POLICE, FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND
HOSPITAL.
>> Ed: SIGNS AND POSTERS ARE READY.
>> Wilt: COCO DID A TERRIFIC JOB ON THESE.
>> Frankie: NOW WE JUST NEED A GROUP TO GO OUT AND CANVASS THE
SURROUNDING AREAS.
>> Mac: I'LL GO!
>> Frankie: GREAT. THANKS, MAC.
YOU, EDUARDO, WILT, AND COCO SPLIT UP AND DO THE NORTH SIDE
OF TOWN.
>> Mac: YOU THINK HE'S OKAY, RIGHT?
>> Frankie: OH, MAC.
I'M SURE THE LITTLE GOOFBALL JUST GOT LOST AND IS MOPING
AROUND, WONDERING WHEN HE'LL SEE YOU AGAIN.
>> THIS IS THE LIFE, EH, BLOOREGARD?
>> Bloo: CALL ME "BLOO."
GRETCHEN, WHO BLEW THEIR NOSE IN MY PUDDIN'?
IT'S TOO LUMPY!
BRING ME FRESH PUDDIN'!
>> EH, SAY THERE, BLOO, OL' PAL.
THAT THERE PUDDIN' REALLY AGREES WITH YOU.
YOU LOOK A LITTLE...YOUNGER.
>> Bloo: WHAT'S THAT?
YOU'RE CRAZY!
YES! WELL, ALL THIS RELAXING HAS CAUSED ME TO...
HUGO!
RESTROOM! RESTROOM! RESTROOM!
>> SHAME.
I GOT TO MAKE HIM WISE TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF ADULT
UNDERGARMENTS.
AHH.
>> EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT, SIR?
>> Bloo: I'M FINE!
IT'S JUST...YOU KNOW...
TAKES A WHILE.
I'M OLD.
AHHH.
THAT'S BETTER.
OHH, HOW SWEET IT IS!
>> KNOCK OFF THE RACKET, HALF-PINT!
SOME FOLKS ARE TRYING TO RELAX!
>> Bloo: YEAH!
BACK IN MY DAY, WE RESPECTED POWER POLES!
>> Mac: BLOO?
BLOO!
>> Bloo: [ Normal voice ] MAC?
HEY, BUDDY!
[ Voice quivering ] I-I MEAN...
SAY, THERE, YOUNG FELLA!
>> Mac: BLOO, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
AND WHY ARE YOU ALL WET AND WRINKLY?
>> Bloo: UHH...
BECAUSE I'M OLD, YOU SILLY GOOSE!
THAT'S WHY I LIVE AT THE RETIREMENT HOME...
UH, LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE.
>> Mac: ALWAYS?
>> Bloo: YES!!
ALWAYS.
HEH HEH HEH.
IXNAY ON THE ESTIONS-QUAY.
COOTY! HUGO!
I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET MY GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRANDSON...
MAC.
>> Mac: UH...HELLO?
>> Bloo: SAY, THERE, MAC, MY PROGENY, FRUIT OF MY LOOM, WHY
DON'T YOU HOP UP HERE ON OL' GRANDPAP'S LAP, AND HUGO WILL
WHEEL US BACK TO THE HOME?
>> Mac: OKAY, GRANDPAP.
BLOO, WHAT IS GOING ON?
>> Bloo: [ Normal voice ] MAC, I LOVE THIS.
THIS IS THE LIFESTYLE.
YOU CAN SCREAM, YELL, AND THROW THINGS AND NEVER GET IN TROUBLE.
YOU GET TO WATCH ALL THE TV YOU WANT, SLEEP ALL DAY, AND EAT ALL
THE PUDDING YOU CAN STAND.
AND LOOK.
THEY WHEEL ME AROUND ANYWHERE I WANT TO GO.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO WALK.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!
>> Mac: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, RUNNING OFF LIKE THAT.
EVERYONE AT FOSTER'S IS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU.
>> Bloo: PBHT! THEM.
AT FOSTER'S IT'S ALWAYS, "BLOO, DON'T RUN IN THE HOUSE.
BLOO, DON'T EAT ALL THE ICE CREAM.
BLOO, DON'T FLUSH ARMY MEN DOWN THE TOILET."
BUT THIS IS WHERE I BELONG NOW.
[ Quivering voice ] THAT'LL DO, HUGO.
NOW DRAW ME A BATH.
I WANT THE LAVENDER BATH SALTS THIS TIME! LAVENDER!
>> Mac: BLOO, YOU CAN'T STAY HERE.
IT'S FOR OLD PEOPLE WHO NEED TO BE TAKEN CARE OF.
>> Bloo: WHAT ABOUT ME?
WHY SHOULD I MISS OUT JUST BECAUSE I'M YOUNG?
IT'S DISCRIMINATION, I SAY!
I NEED TO BE TAKEN CARE OF.
IN FACT, LOOK AT ME!
I'M STARTING TO DRY OUT!
WHEEL ME TO THAT BATHTUB, BOY, AND STEP ON IT!
>> Mac: WHEEL YOURSELF.
>> Bloo: [ GASPS ] [ STAMMERING ]
INSOLENT YOUTH!
HUGO!!
>> YES, MR. KAZOO?
>> Bloo: IT APPEARS THAT I HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN.
THIS IS NOT MY GREAT-GREAT GRANDSON.
HE'S NOT GREAT AT ALL.
HAVE HIM THROWN OUT IMMEDIATELY!!
>> VISITING HOURS ARE OVER.
>> Ed: OH, HI, MAC.
HOW'S IT GOING?
>> Coco: COCO, COCO?
>> Mac: YEAH, I'M FINE.
I FOUND BLOO.
>> Ed: YOU DID?! FANTáSTICO!
>> Wilt: HOW IS HE?
>> Mac: AWFUL.
[ ALL GASP ] HE'S DISGUISED HIMSELF AS AN OLD
MAN AND MOVED INTO THE RETIREMENT HOME.
[ ALL SIGH ] >> Wilt: OH, WELL, I GUESS WE'LL
HAVE TO GO AND EXPLAIN TO THEM WHO HE IS.
>> Mac: YEAH.
GOOD LUCK GETTING IN.
[ Imitating Hugo ] VISITING HOURS ARE OVER!
>> Coco: COCO, CO, CO, CO.
COCO, COCO, COCO.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] [ DOOR OPENS ]
>> Mac: PHEW.
[ INSECTS CHIRPING ] [ ALL SNORING ]
OH, NO.
>> Frankie: MAC!
OH, THANK GOODNESS!
WE WERE SO WORRIED.
WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?
>> Mr. Herriman: ARE THEY QUITE ALL RIGHT?
>> Mac: THEY'RE FINE.
THEY'RE AT THE RETIREMENT HOME WITH BLOO.
>> Frankie: WHAT?
>> Mac: YEAH, HE, LIKE, THINKS IT'S SO AWESOME, HE'S TRICKED
EVERYONE INTO THINKING HE'S AN OLD MAN SO HE CAN LIVE THERE
FOREVER AND BE WAITED ON HAND AND FOOT AND NEVER MOVE.
AND NOW ED AND WILT AND COCO SEEM TO HAVE FALLEN FOR IT, TOO,
AND WON'T COME BACK BECAUSE IT'S TOTALLY STUPID, AND CAN WE JUST
GO AND GET THEM RIGHT NOW SO THIS STUPIDNESS CAN BE OVER,
PLEASE?
>> Mr. Herriman: OH...GOOD...
HEAVEN.
>> Frankie: OKAY, EVERYBODY.
OPERATION BLOO IS STEPPING DOWN FROM CODE RED TO CODE...BLUE.
THE SITUATION IS OVER.
I'LL GO OVER AND GET THEM IN THE MORNING.
>> Mac: IN THE MORNING?!
>> Frankie: LOOK, IT'S OKAY, MAC.
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THAT THEY'RE SAFE.
[ LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS ] >> Madame Foster: DON'T BELIEVE
HER, MAC.
THEY'RE NOT SAFE.
>> Mac: AAH!
>> Madame Foster: THEY'VE BEEN BRAINWASHED.
>> Mac: EXCUSE ME?
>> Madame Foster: THEIR NOGGINS SCRUBBED CLEAN AS A THISTLE.
IT'S IN THE PUDDIN', I TELL YOU.
THOSE PLACES TURN DECENT FOLKS INTO NAPKIN-WEARING,
OATMEAL-EATING, WALKER-PUSHING, SNORING-OUT-LOUD, ALL-DAY-LONG-
BORING-TV-SHOW-WATCHING ZOMBIES!
>> Mac: NO OFFENSE, MADAME FOSTER, BUT THAT SOUNDS A
LITTLE...LOONY.
>> Madame Foster: AH HA HA HA HA!
THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK.
YOU WERE IN THERE, WEREN'T YOU?
DIDN'T YOU HEAR THAT AWFUL MUSIC THEY PLAY?
YEAH, GOES IN YOUR EARS AND WARPS YOUR NOODLE.
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO BLOO AND YOUR FRIENDS.
WE'VE GOT TO GET THEM OUT...
TONIGHT!
>> Mac: BUT HOW?
>> Madame Foster: THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR...
BATTY MADAME!
>> Mac: WHO?
>> Madame Foster: HERRIMAN?
>> Mr. Herriman: YES, MADAME?
>> Madame Foster: TO THE MADAME CAVE!
>> Mr. Herriman: OH, NO, NOT AGAIN.
[ BEEPS ] >> Madame Foster: HELP ME SUIT
UP.
>> Mr. Herriman: MUST I?
>> Madame Foster: YES!
>> Mr. Herriman: OHH.
>> Madame Foster: ♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪ GRANNY GADGETS!
MADAME OLD RAG!
>> Mr. Herriman: CHECK.
>> Madame Foster: NANACHUCKS!
>> Mr. Herriman: CHECK.
>> Madame Foster: PREMOISTENED SCENTED TOWELETTES FOR THOSE
UNEXPECTED LITTLE SPILLS.
>> Mr. Herriman: MMM, CHECK.
>> Madame Foster: MADAME LAD!
>> Mac: WHAT?
>> Madame Foster: PERFECT!
NOW WE RUN IN PLACE AND SING.
♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME FOSTER ♪ COME ON, BOYS! JOIN IN!
>> All: ♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪ >> Madame Foster: HERRIMAN,
SIGN!
>> All: ♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪ ♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪
♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME FOSTER ♪ >> Madame Foster: TO THE
MADAME-OBILE.
WAIT.
NOW MY EXIT IS RUINED.
>> Mr. Herriman: THIS NEVER ENDS WELL.
[ INSECTS CHIRPING ] >> Mac: I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
>> Madame Foster: ME NEITHER.
BUT IT LOOKS NIFTY, DON'T IT?
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
WE DON'T TUMBLE YET.
NOW WE TUMBLE.
[ THUD ] >> Mac: PHEW.
>> Madame foster: ♪ Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame,
Madame, Madame, Madame Foster ♪ ♪ Madame, Madame, Madame,
Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame Foster ♪
♪ Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame, Madame,
Madame Foster ♪ [ THUD ]
[ ALL SNORING ] REMEMBER, MADAME LAD.
HE'S A BRAINWASHED VEGETABLE.
>> Bloo: [ Normal voice ] MAC, WHY ARE YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR ON
YOUR HEAD?
>> Madame Foster: WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN.
WE HAVE TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE.
>> Bloo: MAC, HOW MANY TIMES DO I GOT TO EXPLAIN?
>> Madame Foster: NO, LET ME EXPLAIN.
THIS PLACE IS EVIL.
THEY WASHED YOUR BEAN COUNTER.
>> Bloo: YEAH, WELL, THEY WASH A LOT OF THINGS HERE.
>> Mac: NO, BLOO -- BRAINWASHED!
YOU DON'T REALLY WANT TO LIVE HERE.
THEY'VE JUST TRICKED YOU INTO THINKING SO.
>> Bloo: NO, I...REALLY DO.
>> Mac: LET ME ASK YOU THIS, BLOO.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FRUIT?
>> Bloo: PRUNES.
>> Mac: THE BLOO I KNOW WOULDN'T EVEN EAT FRUIT.
>> Bloo: ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO.
SHH!
[ Voice quivering ] INTRUDERS!
INTRUDERS!
THEY'VE COME TO STEAL THE PUDDIN'!
>> AND STAY OUT.
>> Mac: MADAME FOSTER!
>> Madame Foster: YOU CAN'T BRAINWASH ME, YOU RUFFIAN!
NOW, LET ME GO BEFORE I SHOW YOU 10-4!
>> MA'AM, IT'S LATE, AND YOU'RE DISTURBING THE OTHER RESIDENTS.
NOW, HAVE SOME NICE PUDDING AND A GLASS OF WARM MILK AND
GO...TO...BED.
>> Madame Foster: THAT'S IT!
I WARNED YOU!
YOU HAVE ANGERED BATTY MADAME, AND YOU WON'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M
ANGRY.
♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME FOSTER ♪ EN GARDE!
HOO-AH!
[ INDISTINCT TALKING ] >> I'M TRYING TO SLEEP, AND NOW
MY CURLERS ARE OUT.
>> Ed: GOOD, TIME FOR PUDDING?
>> Madame Foster: IT'S ABOUT TIME, YOU OLD POOPS!
WHAT'S THE MATTER -- BATTERIES LOW IN YOUR HEARING AID?
WHA-HA-HA-HA-HA! WATCH THIS.
>> WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT?
>> GIRL'S GOT THE RED BARON.
>> Bloo: WHAT?!
GET THOSE OLD GEEZERS BACK TO BED!
>> Madame Foster: NO!
FOR GUM'S SAKE, IT'S ONLY 7:30!
WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU ALL?
THIS IS A NURSING HOME, NOT A NURSERY!
EAT EVERY FLAVOR OF PUDDING, NOT JUST TAPIOCA!
OH, DON'T ACT YOUR AGE, ACT YOUR SHOE SIZE!
>> Bloo: DON'T LISTEN TO HER!
SHE'S A LOONY!
I KNOW I HAVEN'T WORKED LIKE A DOG FOR 112 YEARS JUST TO HAVE
TO WALK AROUND AND FEED MYSELF AND CHANGE THE CHANNEL WITH MY
OWN FINGERS!
AND NEITHER DID YOU!
>> Madame Foster: OOH!
LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING!
UGH! WE AIN'T DEAD YET, SO STOP ACTING THAT WAY!
UGH!
YOU BIG -- UGH! -- DUMB -- UGH! -- NINNIES!
>> Wilt: ♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪ >> All: ♪ MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪
♪ MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME FOSTER ♪ >> Bloo: [ Normal voice ]
ET TU, COOTY?
[ Quivering voice ] NOOOOOOO!
YOU CAN'T DESTROY MY PARADISE!
YOU...
[ WHEELCHAIR TIRES SCREECHING ] >> Madame Foster: [ GROWLS ]
>> Bloo: [ GROWLS ] >> [ SNORING ]
>> Mac: OH, NO!
>> Wilt: YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SEE THIS, MAC.
IT'S WRONG.
>> Ed: I PUT $10 ON MADAME FOSTER.
>> Wilt: I'M IN.
>> Mac: $20.
>> All: OOH!
>> Bloo: EHHH, PHOOEY!
I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS MALARKEY.
IF YOU KNUCKLEHEADS WANT TO DO THINGS, BE MY GUEST.
I'M GOING BACK TO...
[ SNORING ] >> All: ♪ MADAME, MADAME,
MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME, MADAME FOSTER ♪
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ] >> Madame Foster: ALL RIGHT,
FOLKS!
THE NAME OF THE GAME IS SOCCER, AND THE GOAL IS TO SOCK THE BALL
BETWEEN THOSE TWO GOALS.
NOW, COOTY...
>> YES, DEAR?
>> Madame Foster: OH, BE A LOVE AND GET ME MY SUNSCREEN.
>> RIGHT AWAY, PUDDIN'.
>> Frankie: I'M REALLY SORRY MY GRANDMOTHER ACCUSED YOU ALL OF
BRAINWASHING.
>> IT'S OKAY.
BUT WE DO, JUST A LITTLE.
IT'S IN THE PUDDIN'.
>> Bloo: KEEP IT DOWN, YOU KIDS.
BACK IN MY DAY, WE -- >> Madame Foster:
WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
NICE SHOT, COOTY!
>> Bloo: [ SNORING ] TELL THE KIDS, "STAY OUT OF MY
YARD."
[ SNORING ] WHERE'S MY MASHED POTATOES?
[ SNORING ] WHERE'S MY SO...FA?
OOH, IS SOMEONE HERE TO SEE ME?
HMM. [ SNORES ] MY KNEE'S ACTING UP AGAIN.
[ SNORES ] WHERE? RIGHT HERE?
BRUSH THEM. [ SNORES ] PUT THEM IN THE GLASS.
[ SNORING ]