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PORKY: [STRAINING] You go, I go.
I'm not gonna leave ya,
potato chip.
[GROANS]
Got it! Five second rule... Eenie, meenie, my, huff!
[SHOUTS] Mounty Porky!
[WHISPERS] I mean, Mounty Porky...
I have a task for you.
There is a comically precarious snowball on that mountain.
I need you to evacuate all the townspeople
and get them far from the threat
of being snow-balled.
[STUTTERING] Yes, sir.
[WHISPERS] But why are we whispering?
Because you numbcrut,
a sound too big can cause the snow ball to topple.
Wow...
[GRUNTS]
Better not risk it.
Let's just leave it there to get soggy.
Now get to it.
[STUTTERING] Get on out of here.
We'll let you know when it's safe to come back.
All right. Just one more house to evacuate.
[READS]
Guess they already left.
[WHISTLING]
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Duck.
[WHISPERS] I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Watch it, bub. You're on thin ice.
I'm sorry, but we have to evacuate in case of an avalanche.
Thin ice.
Oh? I see...
[SCREAMS]
[BLABBERING]
Aye. Tourist.
Hey! I got one!
Oh, great! Another bottom-feeder.
[SCREAMS]
Hang tight, pal. I'll fix you up.
Check it out, kids. It's our former president,
Rutherford B. Hayes.
Mr. President.
[GROANS] Now listen here, Duck.
I'm gonna...
[RUMBLING]
[GULPS]
[WHISPERING] As I was saying...
I'm gonna give you one last...
Oh, hello there.
Mr. Duck, [STAMMERS] you need to stop the snow mobile.
-What? -The snow mobile is too loud.
What about the cloud?
The noise will start an avalanche.
You wanna date my Aunt Blanche?
Okay, let me give her a call.
What? No!
-[KEYPAD BEEPS] -Hello.
Aunt Blanche? How would you like to go out with a real pig?
Can't you see that all this noise
will kill... Destroy us all?
Do you mind?
I'm on the phone.
Sorry about that, Aunt Blanche.
What's that? You know what?
I can't hear you.
-Hold on. Let me turn off the snow mobile. -[ENGINE STOPS]
[PORKY SCREAMS]
-[GROANS] -[ENGINE ROARS]
Good news! Aunt Blanche is in.
You got a date, Friday night.
Hope you like broccoli casserole and flatulence.
In that order.
[SHOUTING] Never mind the date.
[RUMBLING]
Phew! [WHISPERS] Never mind the date.
We have to get you out of here.
Hold on, bub. I am not leaving here
without my earthly possessions.
This will just take a second.
[VOCALIZES]
All right. Just the essentials.
Or what's left inside.
Come on, Ducky, we're gonna be buried any moment now.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, she definitely wore it better.
-Daffy! -Yes?
Oh, right. Avalanche.
DAFFY: [SING-SONG] Packing. Packing.
That better be it.
Yes. Yes, it is.
Not counting the china hutch and stackable washer-dryer.
Whoo-hoo!
[PORKY GROANS] That's it!
-[DRUMS PLAYING] -Get your...
I didn't practice yet today.
Just got to get it in quick.
Repetition is the key to mastery.
[RUMBLING]
[WHIMPERING]
Oh, don't worry. I know how to solve this.
[CHUCKLES]
That ought to keep that mean, old avalanche out.
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
And you said it was gonna be a disaster.
This avalanche is the best!
[SCREAMING] Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
Don't worry, Mr. Duck. I'll save ya.
[SCREAMS]
Where you go. I go.
[EXCLAIMS]
We're headed for... [STAMMERS]
[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]
A cliff?
Yeah, yes!
I hope this works.
DAFFY: Again!
For his bravery and courage
in the face of impending disaster,
I am pleased to present Mounty Porky,
with the medal of valor.
Uh, would you care to share with us
some thoughts regarding your
harrowing experience?
[CLEARING THROAT]
[DRUMS PLAYING]
Daffy! You'll start another avalan...
[RUMBLING]
Phew! I thought you were all gonna catch that drift.
If you're catching my drift.
-[CHUCKLES] -Oh, snow he didn't.
[RIMSHOT]
That's snow business.
NARRATOR: In a far-flung galaxy,
light years from the planet Earth,
lived a simple, young sand farmer,
named Bugs Sandraker.
Boy, the sand is really ripe this year.
Mmm. [SPITS]
How do people eat this stuff?
NARRATOR: Bugs lived a simple life
till one day...
What the heck was...
Oh, a soccer ball.
[ELECTRONIC VOICE] Hey, stop that. I'm not a soccer ball, I'm a robot.
What's the deal, little soccer bot?
I'm running from the most evil bad guy in the universe.
They're trying to capture me, because I have the plans
to destroy the floating ball of doom.
What's the floating ball of doom?
This is your galactic overlord, Dank Diaper.
Give me the robot or be blown to smithereens.
Hey, you can't go around blasting people to smithereens.
I stand corrected.
DANK DIAPER: Send out the typewriters.
[RAPID FIRING]
Don't move, by order of the...
SWAN LOCO: Get in. No time to explain.
-Uh... Huh? -[TRILLS]
Lady!
Hello, lady.
Just keeping my breath minty fresh.
Don't mind him. That's just my big hairy co-pilot, Footy.
Gee! Thanks for saving us, Mr...
Loco. Swan Loco.
Renegade space pilot of the Centennial Pigeon.
And I love this soccer ball.
I'm not a soccer ball I'm a robot.
With plans to destroy the dreaded ball of...
BUGS: To destroy the floating ball of doom,
press the self-destruct button.
I know you risked your life and all, but that seems pretty obvious.
So where is the self-destruct button?
-Shake him. -Ask again later.
Shake him again!
BUGS: It's in the center, you dope.
-Oh, a fat lot of good that does us. -[CRASHES]
Anyone who tries to get inside that floating ball of doom
has got a screw loose.
MAN: I have a screw loose.
I'm Elmer Prawn and Goby.
They call me that, because I carry around
-this prawn and this goby. -SWAN LOCO: Wait a minute!
I know you! You're that old cuckoo
who lives in the station wagon under the highway.
I may be an old kook, but this old kook is also a Gemini.
Oh! I'm a Pisces.
No, the Gemini were an ancient society of warriors
sworn to protect the galaxy.
Eh... Listen, bub.
I don't believe in all that Gemini stuff.
It's just a lot of hocus-pocus.
I stand corrected.
If you wanna destroy the floating ball of doom for good,
-you'll need to learn how to use this. -[SWAN LOCO SCREAMS]
Uh, what is it?
It's called a flash blade.
-It's a Gemini's weapon. -Whoa!
It's got a light touch.
Now, quick! Chop up these berries.
Slice this cantaloupe.
Cut this watermelon in half.
-Hi-ya! -Stop!
-You've done it! -What?
I'm finished? I'm a Gemini?
No. You made me a fruit salad.
Mmm. May the fruit be with you.
To the floating ball of doom!
BUGS: There it is. The floating ball of doom.
To make sure they don't see us,
I'll activate the cloaking device.
Now, they'll never see us coming.
Unless you crash into it.
We've gotta find the self-destruct button.
Bugs, wait. You can only find the button by trusting your feelings.
Or I could just follow the signs.
Well, that works too.
A-ha!
I found you, you miserable little planet.
You thought you could get away from Dank Diaper, did you?
What if I use my boom-boom laser?
[IMITATES SHOOTING]
[BLOWS] Bye-bye, puny little planet.
[WHISPERING] There it is.
Hey! What do you think you're doing?
Just polishing the self-destruct button.
-[BLOWS] -[CLOTH SQUEAKS]
Carry on then. Wait a minute.
I polished that last week.
En garde.
May the fruit be with you.
-Will you get out of here! -Fruit yourself.
-Whoops! -Well, that takes care of one thing.
[GROANS]
Hold still.
I seem to be having trouble beating you.
Maybe you'd have better luck if your sword was bigger.
Use the enlarger button. It's right here.
Heavens to Megatroyd!
DANK DIAPER: I can't control it.
It's too heavy.
Hey, Dank Diaper, I'm up here.
My boom-boom laser.
Now I'm over here.
Why, you...
Oh... Now I've done it.
[SCREAMS]
Come on, guys. This place is gonna blow.
BUGS: Loco! Your co-pilot is still out there.
SWAN LOCO: Oh, let's leave him. ELMER: Then who is gonna
clean the toilet?
I didn't know it was broken. That's why I used it.
-I had a fruit salad. -SWAN LOCO: It's your lucky day.
Hey! Get back here.
Oh... At least I still have my...
...ship.
Well, fellas, we saved the universe.
So what do we do now?
Every good saga, ends with a game of soccer.
Ow, ow! Stop. I've got sand in my eye.
There's nothing more painful...
[DISTORTED VOICE I stand corrected.
Well, game over, fellas. Dinner at my house.
-All the sands you can eat. -ALL: Yay!
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