♪ Oh, I got the blues ♪
♪ I got the arrested-and-put- In-jail-forever blues ♪
Hmm?
Look alive, you menace.
Are you finally here to let me out, Chief?
What? No.
You've been here, like, 45 minutes. You have visitors.
All of your mommies are here.
Hello, officers.
- We are all moms. - Yeah.
What have you done with our beautiful son?
Let us see our boy.
Moms!
Five moms?
Hmm, that seems like suspiciously too many.
Uh, it's actually very common for cats to have a bunch of moms.
Oh, Top Cat is so lucky. He gets so many mom hugs.
I wish I had five moms.
Yeah, I just have two.
Boy, oh, boy, am I glad to see you guys.
Stellar disguises, by the way.
Spooky made 'em. Ooh, nice.
Those tailoring classes are really paying off, girlfriend.
What happened, TC, are you okay?
This place is a nightmare. It's like a prison in here.
- Homemade baklava? - I'm good.
They are monsters.
I've been left a shell of a man.
Okay, but, like, how did you land yourself in the clink?
Oh, it's pretty embarrassing. I came up with a great scheme.
So, we plant poison ivy all over town.
And people would touch it and get all itchy.
Oh, no, I'm itchy.
And then, all we'd have to do
is get our hands on a bunch of itch cream,
which we could sell to the rash-covered public.
Take my money now.
But I done goofed.
I wanted to get a jump on the plan,
so while you guys were giving Benny his flea bath...
I started to plant the poison ivy,
but I totally forgot that Jellystone is built on a giant pile of manure,
and it spread a lot faster than I thought it would.
Oh, wow. I sure would hate if this itch n' plant would get in mein scubin' suitin'.
Next, I was supposed to meet my contact
who works at the itch cream factory that owes me a favor.
Ay, yo, Top Cat.
I have that itch cream you asked for.
Now, come on,
just please don't post those photos.
Huh? Who's there?
Don't post those photos!
But when I arrived at the drop off point,
my contact was nowhere to be seen.
And that's when the Feds got the drop on me.
Arrested.
So now I'm here doing time for first-degree itchery.
Now, all you guys have to do is get your hands on some itch cream
and sell it to the rash-covered public.
Uh, but, TC, how are we gonna pull off this scam
while you're in jail?
Yeah. We've never done a scheme without you.
You're our leader!
Hmm. Well, I guess someone worthy
will have to take up my mantle
and lead the group till I get out of here.
It's the only way.
Whoa!
All right, visiting hours are over.
It's time for Top Cat's bi-hourly rehabilitory massage.
Hmm, progressive.
We're gonna relax the crime out of you.
Goodbye, son. Your mommies will see you later.
I believe in you, my many moms.
I love hamburgers,
I love hotdogs.
I love--
All right, who's puttin' on this hat?
Why don't we go alphabetically?
Starting with Fancy.
No, I'm too scared.
Here, Spooky, you can do it.
Okay, Top Spooky, what's the plan for getting that cream?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. No weapons.
Oh, sweet beans, where did you even get all these?
Shh.
Ugh, this is tougher than I thought.
I don't know, guys, is this anything?
- Not really. - Ugh, that's all I got.
I'm Top Cat.
Yeah, your Top Cat!
I'm Top Cat.
You got it, buddy, you're Top Cat!
I'm Top Cat.
And that's my good mustard.
I'm Top Cat.
Okay. Uh, do you have a scheme for us or what?
I'm Top Cat.
Yeah, whatever.
And what does this have to do
with getting our hands on itch cream?
I'm Top Cat. I'm Top Cat.
I'm Top Cat.
He's in too deep. Chop him, Spooky.
I'm Top Cat. I'm Top Cat. I'm Top Cat. I'm Top Cat.
I'm Top Cat. Top Cat...
Clearly, none of us are worthy. Only the hat is worthy.
We have to let the hat decide.
- Whoa. - Of course.
Show us the way, hat. K'Cha!
Hat! Hat! Hat! Hat!
We'll itch the clouds, itch you and itch me,
when you itch with me in my--
Oh, no, I can't see!
The sequel to TC.
New TC.
It even has his gorgeous muscular legs.
It's like he's really here.
So, what should we do, New TC?
- Horse. - Oh, of course.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?
We can train ourselves as prize-winning racehorses.
Ugh, it was so obvious.
Oh, you're a genius, New TC.
Fancy, prepare your acting skills.
This is the role of a lifetime. My body is ready.
Become...
a horse!
Horse!
- Nice job. You did it. - Aw.
I can turn into a horse, too. It's super easy.
Aw.
Now, let's go get some anti-itch cream.
Ooh.
As horses, we can compete in the Jellystone Derby.
Whee!
Then, when we win, we'll be the most popular horses around.
So popular
that everybody will give us all their carrots.
Here you go, pretty horse.
Eventually, they'll give us all the carrots in town.
With no more carrots, they won't have a way
to get the recommended daily value of Beta-carotene,
which will cause everyone's eyesight to deteriorate.
Ugh, I can't see with or without my classes.
Hadji, is that you?
Then Mayor Huck will be unable to see.
Stamp. Stamp. Stamp.
We can slip him a bill that he'll blindly sign.
Stamp.
Appointing us all the comptrollers
of the department of ointments and creams.
And now we control
all of the itch cream in the city.
Wow. I can't believe all that stuff just really happened.
I know, right? It's crazy.
You're a true visionary, New TC.
Now all we have to do is sell all this itch cream
to all the itchy people in town.
Ah, jeez, the ivy really took off
while we were horsin' around.
Where did everybody go?
This calls for some governmental supervision.
There! Everyone's gathered in the center of town
to try to get away from the poison ivy.
Ah!
I'm so itchy.
Oh, nein. It happened.
Das ivy is in mein scubin' suitin'.
I'd pay any amount of money not to be itchy anymore.
Me empty 401K, in case someone with itch cream come along.
Guys, we're gonna have to get through all that ivy
if we wanna sell this itch cream.
All right, gang, suit up.
Attack.
Out of my way. Whoa.
Get 'em, New TC.
Uh, don't worry, Benny.
I'm hacking the poison ivy.
Nice.
Oh.
Huh?
Ooh.
Bust open those wallets,
'cause we're here to sell you some itch cream.
We put all our money in one giant pile
in case some noble saviors came to sell us itch cream.
Please, give us the itch n' creamin'! Give it!
We'll pay any price.
Uh, guys? Minor problem.
We used up all the itch cream on ourselves.
Bonk 'em with big sticks.
Uh, skedaddle.
So, that's what happened.
Well, we used up all the itch cream fighting through the poison ivy.
Oh, we failed you, TC.
Oh, that's okay.
You actually pulled off this plan exactly as I envisioned.
Huh? - But we dropped the ball, TC.
We weren't able to sell a single tube.
Selling itch cream was never really my plan.
The plan was actually to give each of you guys
the chance to wear my hat and take turns being a leader.
Oh.
The real cream
was the confidence we earned along the way.
And to show you guys that the only cat worthy of wearing my hat...
is me!
And the plan wasn't a total loss.
We were able to offer up some of New TC's services as a backscratcher.
Oh, der back n' scratchin' feels so good!
Nobody could ever truly fill your shoes, TC.
Oh, yeah, you're irreplaceable.
That's for true.
Well, except maybe this once.
Bye, mommies!
Goodbye, officers.
Uh, homemade baklava?