It'’s the Scaredy Bat Nursery
Rhyme Review.
[Wind blowing]
Really, it is.
Oh, hello.
Thank you so much for joining
us.
Today I will be reviewing a most
chilling book: oh, the
terrifying tale of "Old Mother
Hubbard".
Oh!
Oh dear.
"Old Mother Hubbard went to the
cupboard to get her poor doggy a
bone."
Oh, wait.
Perhaps this story is not so bad
after all, hm?
"When she got there the cupboard
was bare--"
Bare?
Oh dear me.
What happened to all the dishes
and cutlery and cups?
All of the canned good are gone!
Gone I tell you!
They vanished!
Vanished!
Is it a ghost?
It is!
It'’s a ghost!
Get out Ms. Hubbard!
I tell you your house is
haunted!
Get out!
Well, I apologize.
I simply cannot read any
further.
My nerves!
Well, in conclusion I deem this
book too frightening to finish.
I give "Old Mother Hubbard" two
eyes shut.
Shut!
So, tune in next time when I
will read from the hair raising
story "This Little Piggy".
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♪ So today were gonna
♪ Take a time to show ya
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
♪
♪ We'’re gonna show you why ♪
♪ There'’s more
than meets the eye ♪
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
♪
[Whistling]
♪
[Sniffing]
[Dinging]
Mm mm.
Hey!
Venus, no!
Oh no!
Those doom cakes were part of my
science project.
Oh, I'’m sorry Ruby.
This is my project: The Garden
of Feedin'’.
[Belching]
I'’m still workin' out the kinks.
That'’s okay.
Looks like my Steam Powered
Breakfast Maker has a few kinks
to work out too.
Oh!
[Barking]
Venus, get back here!
Good luck!
Blech!
It'’s quite something isn't it?
It sure is.
Ah, to win the Golden Beaker
Award for Scientific Excellence.
The competition is always so
stiff.
I hope my project does okay.
You started your project
already?
Yeah.
It'’s nothing that fancy.
Doom cake?
Thanks, maybe later.
I'’ve got to focus.
I need a really good idea:
something original and cool.
I'’m sure you'll come up with
something great.
After all, you'’re the idea guy
around here, Skull Boy.
I am?
Yep.
I'’m sure you'll knock '’em dead.
Well, I'’ve gotta run but good
luck.
For later.
[Crow cawing]
Hm.
[Thunder crashing]
Oh hi, Misery.
I think I have an idea for the
science fair: meteorology, the
study of climate and weather.
Sounds like a pretty good
idea, but--
Watch this!
Lightning from that cloud is
going to hit this key.
See, the key is made of metal so
it attracts the lightning.
Sorry Skull Boy, but you know
lightning'’s my thing; not by
choice of course.
[Sighing]
I'’ll just add these atmospheric
samples to my weather project.
Now where can I find some rain?
Well, bye.
That'’s going to be a tough
one to beat.
[Bird singing]
Of course, botany: the study of
plants.
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[Belching]
Venus, get back here.
No eating flowers!
[Sighing]
[Rattling]
Yes, that'’s it!
Acoustics: the science of
sound, wave lengths,
frequencies.
Hm.
♪
Hey guys, that'’s really great.
How did you--
What?
I was going to ask how you
got your idea for the science
fair?
Lion'’s hair?
It'’s called a mane.
No, science fair!
Giant éclair?
No, thanks.
We just had lunch.
Never mind!
Three o'’clock.
Nice of him to visit.
Thanks but I prefer to stand.
Hey Skull Boy, how'’s your
project coming along.
Huh?
Oh yeah, it'’s great.
I-- I have a very great idea.
Really?
See I knew you would.
What did you come up with?
A great idea.
I came up with a really very
great idea.
Great, what is it?
Oh, I can'’t say.
You know, because it'’s top
secret.
Top secret, huh?
Sure, I understand.
Well, let me know if you need
any help.
Yeah, I'’ll let you know.
No.
Ah, too easy.
Too complex.
Ow.
I prefer lighter reading myself.
Poe, you have to help me.
I need to come up with a great
science fair project; a project
that'’s so excellent that I'll
definitely win the Golden Beaker
Award.
Mm him, and what do you have
so far?
That'’s all I got.
Hm, sounds to me like you
could use some guidance.
As a fledgling crow I certainly
had great success at the science
fairs of my youth.
Why I recall receiving quite a
bit of assistance from my
perspicacious father.
He once invented a navigation
device to aid in southbound
flights, constructed a nest that
still hangs outside the Louvre,
and discovered a cure for
athlete'’s caw all in one week.
But I don'’t have any
relatives that I know of.
Well, you don'’t need to get
technical.
Fatherly advice doesn'’t have to
come from a real father.
Hey, you'’re right!
That'’s it!
Why yes!
I'’d be happy to offer my
services.
I'’ll just make a dad to help
me with my science fair project.
It'’s so simple; so obvious.
Ha, what can I say?
I'’m just a helpful chap I
suppose.
Yes, well, let me know when we
start then.
Arm.
Looks like the operation is
going well, doctor.
[In Austrian accent]: Yes.
I wonder if I'’m actually
descended from a long line of
scientists.
[Without affect]: I'’ll have to
ask dad about that once he'’s
built.
[In Austrian accent]:
Screwdriver.
Chewing gum.
All that'’s left now is the
heart.
[Without affect]: I'’ll go and
get it and then we just need a
jolt of electricity to jump
start my new papa'’s skull.
Yes, doctor.
Thanks for helping out, Ruby.
Hi, Misery.
Oh, rain.
I'’ll just add this to my
project.
[Smashing]
[Motor revving]
[Gasping]
This should just about do it.
Whoa!
[Beeping]
Oh boy, it'’s alive.
It'’s alive!
Dad?
Offspring.
[Sniffing]
Venus, what did you just put
in your mouth?
Spit that out!
[Belching]
Ah!
[Giggling]
Aw, that'’s better.
I'’m going to have the best
science fair project ever.
Way to go, Skull Boy.
[Bones crunching]
Dad, you can let go now.
He will win the science fair and
take home the Golden Beaker
Trophy.
We'’ve got to do whatever it
takes to come in first.
I need your help.
Must win best project at any
cost, any cost, any cost, any
cost, any cost, any cost--
Ugh, maybe I should dial that
down a notch.
Must win, must win, must--
These are my friends Frank
and Len.
[Horn blowing]
Worth checking out
competition.
Analyze.
[Horn blowing]
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Uh, Frank, Len, this is my
dad.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Cool, nice to meet you.
Assessing project.
Oooh.
Result: ha, ha, not a threat.
Not a threat.
Ha ha ha.
Uh, dad'’s been working a lot
of hours lately.
Anyway, we gotta go.
Come on, dad.
Boo!
[Screaming]
Interesting.
Flowers: scary.
Polka dots: scarier.
Nothing to worry about here.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Well, what an impolite robot.
♪
Uh oh!
Huh?
Ruby project: impressive.
Ours: inferior.
Dad.
No time for communication.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Ah, Skull Boy, there you are.
I'’ve gathered a few dandy ideas
for our project.
Sorry Poe, I don'’t have time.
[Brakes screeching]
Whoa!
Right then.
Maybe later.
[Buzzing]
So, what are we making?
Do you need me to do anything?
Shush.
Venus, what'’s gotten into
you?
Here Venus, come and get it
girl.
Wow, what are you building,
Skull Boy.
I wish I knew.
I mean, I wish I could tell you.
But it'’s very complicated.
Okay, good luck with it.
Winners don'’t need luck,
plant girl.
Dad!
What were we making again?
I'’m not sure.
I thought you knew.
I am blank.
[Power draining]
Oh no.
Whoa, looks like things are
coming along nicely, Skull Boy.
Yeah, I wish.
We just blanked out.
When I was having trouble with
my project I took a stroll on
Widow'’s Walk.
You should try taking your mind
off it by having some fun.
[Beeping]
A little break always helps.
Idea processed.
Come on, son.
If she can take a little break
we can take a big break.
But--
No buts!
♪
Woohoo!
♪
Papa Skull, you really bust
me up.
That is it.
I know how to win the Golden
Beaker.
That'’s great dad.
Okay, I'’ll meet you there.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Dad, I was looking all over for
you.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Dad, you'’re not gonna blow up
Ruby'’s project are you?
Affirmative, sonny.
It'’s the only way.
But that'’s not right.
That'’s what competition is
all about.
You want to win don'’t you?
Well, yeah.
I'’d love to communicate
further but I'’ve got a Breakfast
Maker Annihilator to build.
This is not good.
Ruby!
You know how I made a dad that
was going to help me with my
project.
Yeah.
He'’s going to destroy yours
to do it!
I'’m so sorry.
I just wanted to win and now
dad'’s ruining everything.
ROBOT: Approaching target.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
You know Skull Boy, I hate to
break it to you but that'’s not
really your dad.
You built him out of a bunch of
old rubbish and that'’s great.
Okay, maybe not great but pretty
good.
Not many people could say they
built a robot.
Not bad, huh?
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
I'’m so sorry, Ruby.
Well, I guess stuff happens.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
BOTH: Uh oh.
[Mechanical whirring]
[Gasping]
Win at any cost!
No!
Stop!
Oh no.
Bummer.
Oh, ha, ho, ha!
Oh, ha, ho, ha, oh, ha, ho--
No kiss.
No touch.
Ow.
Gross.
That'’s right Venus, get him.
Uh oh.
Must win best project at any
cost.
Must win.
[Robot sputtering gibberish]
Oh no.
[Gasping]
Must win.
Uh oh.
I'’m rusting.
[Weeping]
Aw, poor Venus.
It'’s okay, Skull Boy.
Goodbye to bad rubbish I say.
Well, time for tea.
Ugh, sorry guys.
Obviously winning isn'’t
everything but I still have to
come up with something for the
science fair.
This steam engine is still
good.
So are these wheels.
Can you do anything with this
arm?
Uh, thanks.
I'’ll see what I can do.
I can'’t believe we're finally
off to the science fair.
This is the best Mobile Steam
Powered Vegetable Steamer ever.
Way to go, Skull Boy.
I'’m so happy for you.
Would you like some steamed
rutabaga?
Um, not that happy, but
thanks.
I really love my new Steam
Powered Paint Sprinkler.
It'’s even better than my
Breakfast Maker.
Yeah, it looks great, Ruby.
Needs a lot of drop sheets
though.
Hi.
Hey Iris, congrats again on
winning the Golden Beaker.
Ah, it'’s no big deal really.
You should have won it.
People just don'’t appreciate a
nice steamed rutabaga anymore.
Well, Venus is pretty
impressive.
How'’d you get her to be so nice?
Just born that way I guess.
[Laughing]
Well, I'’m already on my next
idea.
Oh yeah?
What are you working on?
Mom.
Kidding.
[Laughing]
MISERY: "How to Avoid Bad
Luck" by Misery.
Hi, I'’m Misery.
That'’s Doom Kitty.
She'’s a black cat.
Black cats are known for their
unluckiness.
The best way to avoid black cats
is by changing your perspective.
[Sitar strumming]
It'’s all about how you look at
things.
♪