[theme music playing]
Oh, yes! This is coming along nicely.
And now, where did I put that socket wrench?
Well, it looks like it's roasted boot on a stick for dinner again.
[Granny] Oh, Tweety Bird, have you seen my socket wrench?
Tweety Bird?
Here you go, Granny.
Let me sock it to ya.
Why, thank you, Tweety.
Where would I be without my little helper canary?
Canary? That's my favorite flavor.
Would you be a dear and get me a flashlight?
One flashlight coming up.
Why cook for yourself when takeout is so much easier?
There. Now, let's check the oil.
Okay, Granny.
Time to pop my hood.
Oh, Mr. Dipstick, come out, come out, wherever you are.
There you are.
Ooh! Not good. Not good.
Look, Granny, no oil.
No oil?
Well, you know what to do.
Here we are.
All set, Granny.
Hardly. That was only the first can.
Oops.
[gulping]
Gee whiz! This car is a real oil guzzler.
[vomits]
Now let's see how she runs.
Uh-oh. Sounds like we've got an exhaust blockage.
I'll clean it out.
Okay, Granny.
I'm coming out.
Give it a try, Granny.
[engine accelerating]
Purring like a kitten now.
[crashing]
That was exhausting.
[crashes]
[ratchet winding]
[alarm beeping]
Time for my afternoon tea.
Now's my chance.
♪ This is the way I clean the dash ♪
♪ Clean the dash Clean the dash ♪
♪ This is the way I clean the dash ♪
♪ To make it nice and shiny ♪
[clears throat]
[imitating Granny] Oh, Tweety.
It's Granny.
Would you fetch my flex head ratchet?
You got it, Granny.
One flex head ratchet coming up.
[laughing]
Lunch is served.
Ah, here it is.
You know, on the bright side, I no longer have an iron deficiency.
This better work or it's back to eating shoes.
[Granny] That's that. All that's left is to put on those tires.
[drill whirring]
I must be breathing in too many fumes 'cause I tawt I taw a puddy cat.
There. Time to see how this baby handles the road.
Let's roll.
[sputtering]
Ooh! It drives great, Granny.
Now let's try the hydraulics.
Yo, yo, hit those switches, T-Bird.
[Sylvester groaning]
Suffering succotash!
I'm feeling lucky, Tweety.
What do you say we drive this thing to Vegas?
Ooh! I just love road trips.
From this moment on, I'm retiring from catching birds.
[theme music playing]
Yeah. Yeah, it was crazy.
So then I says to him... So then I says...
[sputtering] Pull over!
Hold on, friend. I'm being pulled over.
Is there a problem, Officer?
Yes, there is a problem.
You can't talk on the phone while driving.
-[indistinct chatter over phone] -Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
What's that?
Oh, he wants to talk to you.
Uh... Hello?
[glass breaking]
Looks like he got disconnected.
His arms, his back, his shoulders.
[theme music playing]
The meeting of the all-knowing Order of the Luminescent Llama
shall now commence.
[men] A-woogly woogly-woo.
Today, fellow Llamas, is a most prestigious day,
for it is on this day that we shall initiate any new members into our ranks.
If there are any recruits present, step forward now.
That's my cue.
I pledge myself
before the Order of the Llamas.
A duck? Really?
This is a mockery of the order.
Hear me out, Your Honor.
I'm ready to prove I can be a valuable member of... whatever this is.
I even brought my own fez.
Hmm.
The bylaws state that anyone wishing to join
the Order of the Luminescent Llamas
must first survive the four treacherous trials.
And I'll make sure that you don't.
Let the initiation commence.
[laughing maniacally]
The first trial of the initiation is the horrible, excruciating,
soul-destroying walk of flaming footsy-wootsies.
Oh, good name.
[slurping]
Would you mind holding my drink,
O Grand Poobah?
Of course.
Thanks, brother.
All right, duck. Get ready to pledge your loyalty and get roasted!
[shrieking]
Yowch! Ah! Ooh!
Oh, the agony!
You're not on hot coals.
You're on the ice from your spilled drink.
Oh. I was wondering why those hot coals felt so wet.
Now, get on those coals and burn like a proper tribute.
[exclaiming]
[screams]
Hey, this is easy.
Well, looks like I made it across. What's the next trial?
This way, duck.
Now, for one of my favorite trials,
you must prove your loyalty to the order
by way of the ordeal of the sacred paddle.
Oh, I know how to use one of these.
Did I win the trial?
Oh, give me that.
Now assume the position.
You mean this position?
What? No!
Hmm. No, huh?
How about this position? Hmm?
No!
This? This? This?
The paddling position. The paddling position!
This paddling position?
[singing opera]
Oh, what a beautiful song.
Hey, buddy! What about this position?
Yes, finally.
[screaming]
Yeesh.
Wouldn't want to be in his position.
Enough nonsense.
This next trial will assess your worthiness of entering our ranks.
You must choose between these two--
Hey, what's behind those doors?
Stop interrupting. I was getting to that.
[clears throat]
You must choose wisely between these two doors.
But behind one lies knowledge, strength and ice cream,
while behind the other,
there resides a giant, raging, bloodthirsty lion.
[gasps]
A blood turkey Hawaiian?
What? No, no, no.
A bloodthirsty lion.
So a flood full of iron?
-No. -A brotherly Mayan?
Blushing Himalayan? High apple pie in the sky-an?
A lion. Lion. Lion!
Did you just say I was lying?
Sir, you have insulted my honor.
Oh, you stubborn mallard.
I'm saying lion.
Like the one behind this door.
See? Lion.
[screaming]
Well, what do you know? He wasn't lying.
There really is a lion.
All right, initiate.
You now face the final and most formidable test of all.
You must write a million-word essay on the importance of this guild.
It'll be a cold day before I let this loser into my club.
Oh, well, let me just get you something to write with.
[laughing]
-All right. Are you ready-- -Finished.
What?
How?
Oh, yeah, I used my own ink.
Can you believe we're made of this stuff?
[explosion]
So? How'd I do, Chief?
Were you blown away?
Yes, I was.
Fellow Llamas,
it is now time to induct a new member into our ranks.
It is with regret we now welcome Brother Daffy.
Yada, yada, yada, yada.
[men] A-woogly woogly-woo.
And a woogly woogly-whoo-hoo to you too, fellow Lamers.
[crying]
Just take your lousy membership card,
and remember that meetings are on Tuesdays.
Tuesdays?
Eh, sorry, chum.
Going to have to cancel my membership.
Tuesday is Taco Night at Senor Sweetie's Taco Hut.
[man gasp] Tacos?
[all clamoring]
Meeting adjourned.
[theme music playing]