(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHIRPING)
(SNIFFLES)
(SAD MUSIC PLAYING)
SPIKE: Ah, leave the poor kid alone, huh?
Can't you see he's got the springtime blues?
He's lonely for a girl mouse.
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHS)
SPIKE: That's right, let him go.
Poor little guy.
You ain't got spring fever, do you, cat?
Good. Neither do I. Now, start runnin'!
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
(PAPER FLUTTERS)
(MUSCLES READING)
(BARKING)
You know, cat. This is getting boring.
How's about we trade places?
(CLEARS THROAT)
(MEOWS)
(CONTINUES MEOWING)
Jerry.
Glad you could make it, cousin.
Come on, I wanna introduce you to my girl.
Jerry, this is Olive.
Ain't she a peach?
Don't worry, pal. I didn't forget about you.
Just beat them curtains.
ANNOUNCER: And now, that dazzling dame from old Kentucky,
-Ms. Bettybarbmindysue! -(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
♪ When I was young
♪ I found no glee
(WOLF WHISTLES)
♪ With baby dolls and tea parties
AUDIENCE MEMBER: Whoo!
♪ The active life is it for me
♪ I want it all, from A to Z
AUDIENCE MEMBER: You-hoo!
♪ I've never been concerned with the things of the world
♪ I'm not into glitz and glamor
♪ When all the other girls are painting their nails
♪ While I prefer to hit one with a hammer!
♪ Paddle ball, pigskin Puddles of mud
♪ Body slams, baseball My kind of fun
♪ Paint the town red before the rising sun
♪ That's just who I am
♪ Racecars, rock stars Front of the bus
♪ Bright lights, big time Broadway or bust
♪ Better keep up or you'll be left in the dust
♪ 'Cause that's just who I am, Sam
♪ That's just who I am
♪ You better believe it
♪ Take it or leave it
♪ That's just who I am ♪
Yeah, all right! (WHISTLES)
Whoo-hoo!
Come on, toots. Enjoy the applause. You're a star!
That was one swingin' number.
Bettysue, meet your date, Jerry.
He's a real character, don't you think?
Oh, I'll say.
We're old friends already.
Aren't we, sweet cheeks?
Well, Olive. What do you say we grab some grub?
Now you're talking my language, Muscles.
Don't worry, cousin. This one's on me.
I just won a big match and I'm loaded.
Ain't that right, baby?
(MUNCHING)
This dame is amazing.
She ought to come with her own splash zone.
(BELCHES)
(CHUCKLES)
Ha! You're a regular foghorn.
(LAUGHING)
Hey, come on, Olive. Let's cut a rug.
Come on, hot stuff.
Let's trip the light fantastic.
MUSCLES: Come on, Olive.
ANNOUNCER: Please welcome back to the stage, Bettybarbmindysue.
-Thank you, thank you! -(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
I call this performance, the wheel of death.
Now please welcome my assistant, Larry!
(WHISTLES)
What do you think, Muscles? You like?
Amazing.
Your best performance yet.
Where'd Olive go? She missed it.
Yeah, she wasn't feeling well,
so, she hopped a cab home.
But the night is still young, right?
You said it, Muscles. What do you say, George?
Ready for a night on the town?
Well, what are we waiting for?
(CROWD CHEERING)
-(THUD) -Come on, you big lug!
Slam him! Jam him! Twist him! Tie him in a knot.
Squeeze him!
Double or nothing. Right, Jay?
This place is really swingin'.
Up for some more dancin', Muscles?
The night is still young.