[theme music playing]
[laughing]
Oh, scratching post,
your evolution has been a twisted and tawdry affair.
[gasps]
Bunnicula, get out of here!
Hey, what's going on?
Hello. Hello. Hello.
[humming]
[laughing]
Ta-da!
[yells]
Oh!
Bunnicula!
Why can't you just be a cute cuddly bunny sometimes?
[laughing]
Bunnicula.
Hey, buddy, got you a present from the thrift store.
It's an antique collar.
Solid silver.
Huh?
It'll take some getting used to.
Aw, it's so cute!
Don't care for that silver collar, huh?
How about some garlic? Maybe a wooden stake?
Wait, why are we laughing?
I think he's had enough. Let's help him.
[yelling indistinctly]
Let me help you get that collar off.
Bunnicula?
-Are you--? Ta-da!
For you.
Roses. My favorite.
[humming]
Well, this is different.
Yeah, it's got a jazzy beat.
Ta-da!
[laughs]
[Bunnicula] For you.
[gasps]
Eat me.
[chirping]
[squeaking]
Ahem.
Oh, a picnic.
Ugh, I hate picnics.
[Chester gasps] Rusty old books?
Jazz records no one wants to hear.
And 600 pages of unsolvable Sudoku puzzles!
This is the greatest thing anyone's ever done for me.
[Bunnicula laughs]
♪ Happy, happy, happy ♪
[yells]
Ah, Harold, I can get used to this.
It's all rainbows, sunshine and fluffy clouds now.
And all the unicorn horns I can eat.
[snorts]
Why didn't we think of a collar sooner?
[knocking on door]
Excuse me while I dispatch this unwanted guest.
-Oh, songbirds. Carry me to the door. -[chirping]
This is great.
As long as no other supernatural creatures show up.
[chattering]
[Monkey panting] Buenas noches, thumb-suckers.
I'm Randill, the maximum mandrill.
And I want the one they call Bunnicula
and I want to rumble.
That bunny thinks he's the sheriff of this realm?
Well, this supernatural monster is gonna be calling the shots real soon.
And when I do, it's the precious pets and good times
that are gonna go sayonara.
And yours truly will see to it
that everyone gets a dose of pain and suffering.
"Pain and suffering"?
Why can't it just be one or the other?
So, I'm gonna ask you two lilies one more time.
Where's that bunny?
[chuckles] He-- Uh.
[laughing]
Harold, he won't stand a chance the way he's acting with that collar.
-You'll have to go through us first, pal! -What? Are you crazy?
Oh, no, I want that bunny,
and I'm not leaving till he crumbles in these hands.
Oh, he's up for the challenge.
-But you said-- -[shushes] I think I have a plan.
All right, a main event.
You've got one week, losers.
A week? What are you waiting for? Let's go right now.
Oh, brother, I like your tenacity.
Get your fighter ready. Pronto.
You got it, Randill.
[groans] What did you just do?
I thought you had a plan.
The plan was to make a plan!
That is an awful plan.
-All right, what's the plan? -Hello.
Hey, hey, hey, if you don't can this sweetheart routine,
that primate's gonna pound you.
[groans] Come on, man.
You gotta be able to fight back somehow.
Stick and move, Bunnic. Let's go.
All right. Let's see what you got.
Better stay on your toes.
Huh?
Ta-da!
On guard!
[laughs] Surprise.
Okay, I tried.
But what can training accomplish when one lacks the very will to survive?
Only the one thing that brings out the mettle of every true warrior.
The element of surprise!
Boo! [giggles]
Uh, Rain cloud. Oh, okay, we can work with that.
Now, just like lightning strike!
Or something.
Hey!
Awesome.
[thunder crashes]
Let's get this party started.
[chattering]
Time's up. Somebody's gotta go out there.
Come out or I'm coming in.
[groans] Why do I have pretend to be Bunnicula?
Because I'm the brains and you're the... muscle.
I'm the muscle?
Yeah, the muscle.
Think of it this way, when you have a problem, sometimes--
You're in trouble now, Randill.
That was easier than I thought. Good work, brains.
Ah, Bunnicula!
The future former master of the supernatural.
There's no telling what I'll do when I get my hands on you.
I don't know what you think you're gonna do,
but I think I don't know what you're saying half the time.
-Well, I'll show you what I'm gonna do. -Huh? [yells]
I'm gonna get you real loose,
so you're prepared to absorb the punishment.
[in strained voice] Come on, muscle.
Uh, Randill, hang on there.
[Randill] First, I take position and put your lights out.
-[wham] -Second, I'm gonna immobilize you.
-[thud] -Oh.
[Randill] And thirdly, I start pounding!
[punching and Chester groaning]
[cawing]
[Chester groaning in distance]
Wait, you hear that?
Sounds like a mandrill just pummeling a cat in the face.
-[Chester groans] -No.
That's why I'm the drill sergeant and you just entered boot camp.
Yeah? Well, your mother wears boots,
so I'm pretty sure she's the one that's doing the--
[groans]
[humming]
You two big babies know the drill by now,
but just to hammer home the point...
Huh?
[squeaks]
-Excuse me. -Huh?
Ah, the real McCoy.
-Bunnicula. -Hmm.
[crashing]
[humming]
What is he doing?
Yeah, save some fudge for me.
[growls] It's gonna take more than just a mouthful of--
Hold on.
That sundae was fantastic.
What? Oh, brother, you made this?
That's really thoughtful.
Puff paint T-shirt?
Come on, man.
Now, stop stalling, bunny boy.
-Whoa! -[Bunnicula laughs]
What are you--? Are those hot stones? I-- I can't. No.
Uh, oh. Oh.
Oh, yeah, little higher.
Oh, yeah.
Whoa, thanks, Bunnic.
But I'm still the beast that's gonna control this realm.
So, come at me! [buzzing]
[thuds]
What the--? Uh, uh, hey, amigo.
Oh, okay.
That's enough.
Buddy? Buddy?
Gosh, it's been so long
since anybody showed me a lick of affection.
My sweet, Randill.
Remember to never waste your life in anger and conflict.
You have the heart of a lover and the hands of an artist.
I think the source of my anger was my inability to confront my past.
Oh, thanks a million, muchacho.
Now my healing can truly begin.
Huh?
Muchacho?
[growls]
No, no, no. I've seen the dark side. I can't go back.
Don't make me go back!
Huh?
What the--? Uh, Bunnicula?
Whoa, he's back!
-Huh? -[Bunnicula yells]
-[Chester and Harold yelling] -Whoa.
They play so well together.
[giggles]
[closing theme playing]