(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHING) Those McCracken sisters aren't going to be riding off
with the blue ribbon this year.
Our lousy luck potion is going to win that witches' showcase tonight.
Oh, I can feel it.
Thomas!
The rest of the ingredients, boy. Chop, chop.
(SCREECHING)
(GAGGING)
Focus, Thomas.
No time to rest, Jerry.
Help the poor cat.
I cannot wait to see that elfkin Belinda McCracken's face
when the Witch Master calls our names.
Careful now.
(SHATTERING)
Phew.
The potion's ready.
Now, for the poof of proof.
(RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING STOPS)
(SHUDDERING)
Did we miss the poof of proof?
We must have forgotten something.
(GASPS) The most important ingredient.
One hair plucked from the head of a black cat.
Thomas, Jerry, we need one hair
freshly plucked from the head of a black cat.
The hair must be dropped in this potion right away.
Within seconds of plucking it, or it won't work. Got it?
And no frolicking about.
You must be back before sundown,
or you'll be calling a lily-pad your new home.
Have I made myself clear?
Good. Now hop to it.
It might be time to get a smarter cat.
BUTCH: Fair Toodles, may I have your hand in marriage?
Fair Toodles, may I have your hand in marriage?
Too unoriginal.
Marry me, fair maiden!
Too predictable.
WITCH: One hair freshly plucked from the head of a black cat.
Listen, toad, it's not about love.
Get that through your warty little head.
It's about getting in good with the King
and living in the castle and wearing fancy clothes.
Ow!
Whatcha do that for?
Too weird.
BUTCH: Beat it, pals.
I got some proposing to do.
Marry you?
(GASPS)
Back off, bub.
The lady's mine.
I'm yours?
Fair Toodles...
Mine!
Hey, busters, I'm nobody's rag doll.
Then we'll compete to see who's most worthy of the Princess' love.
How's that?
Don't worry, Toods, this interloper don't stand a chance.
A competition for your love!
How romantic.
And the runner-up shall win a date with my chamber maid.
Meathelda.
It's all or nothing, boys.
Fine! Sure, whatever.
I know, let's start this competion with a little archery.
May I have your hand in marriage...
Where's that blasted cat?
Hear ye, hear ye, the Tournament of Worthiness will now commence.
Whoever wins will be names most worthy of Toodles' love.
The first event is...
Who can sing the longest note.
I love this one.
-(TIMER TICKING) -(BUZZING)
(COUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(TIMER STOPS)
MEATHELDA: The next event...
Pin the tail on the fire-breathing dragon.
(GASPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Where's that blasted cat?
The strongest tail contest.
(SCREAMING)
MEATHELDA: The best cheese sculpture of Toodles.
-(SAWING) -(HAMMERING)
(GASPS)
Hear ye, hear ye, the competition is tied.
The winner of the final event
will be deemed most worthy of the Princess' love.
WITCH: You must be back before sundown
or you'll be calling a lily-pad your new home.
The final event is, bread loaf jousting.
(SNORTS)
(BRAYING)
Ready!
Set!
Joust!
(NEIGHING)
(BRAYING)
(SCREAMING)
Tom wins the bread loaf joust!
(GIGGLING)
Yay me.
(CROAKING)
Thomas, Jerry...
Guess whose lousy luck potion didn't win the showcase tonight.
You're right, ours.
Because you didn't get it back here in time.
(CROAKING)