Erky Perky (2006) s02e21 Episode Script

Monument to Margaret

Life was good
on Hot Dog Stand ♪
For two bugs
with food demands ♪
Had our last meal
one sunny day ♪
They got caught
up and swept away ♪
Into Kitchen's
where they landed ♪
We're so hungry ♪
And we're stranded ♪
Finding food is
quite a mission ♪
Other bugs are competition ♪
Now just one question ♪
How do we find our
way back home? ♪
(soft music)
- Hide me, Erky.
Mad Margaret's after me.
- Why?
- She forced me to
polish her collection
of irreplaceable bugmentos.
- Yeah, so?
- I kind of dropped
one and it broke
into a million bugmento pieces.
- Oh, here she comes.
Quick, pretend you're a statue.
- How dare you
the finest work
of art in my entire
- He can't hear you, Margaret.
He's just a statue.
- What?
- Made him myself.
Can't say I blame
you for being fooled.
After all, these are
the hands of an artiste.
- Oh, not bad.
Needs a little
adjustment though.
Right here.
That's better.
Why are you making statues
out of nobodies like him?
- Well, he's the
only model I've got.
- Well, now you can
make one out of me.
- I can't.
I mean, where would I
find material worthy of you?
You're magnificent.
- That's your problem.
I'll be back to
pose for you later.
Right now, I'm gonna
find that yellow bellied bug,
Perky, and make a
handbag helper out of him.
- Thank you for saving me, Erky.
I wish you could've
saved my nose too.
- Oh, you think
you've got problems?
I've got to turn Mad
Margaret into a work of art.
I need something to practice on.
Perky, go get me
some bubble rocks.
- But Mad Margaret's after me.
I don't want to be
a handbag helper.
- That's your problem.
- There he is, oh
gobs of greatness.
- Drats.
It's just another
one of Erky's statues.
What a waste of bubble rock.
Let's go find that
bumbling yellow oaf.
(upbeat music)
- Here's
the last piece of bubble rock
in kitchen.
How's the sculpting going, Erky?
- Tres magnifique.
Moldy van Oldy's
a perfect model.
Feast your eyes on this.
Speechless, aren't you?
Oh, knock it off, Perky.
You think you'd just
saw Mad-- (clears throat)
- I'm ready to
pose for my statue.
Pay attention.
- Hmm.
- Got it?
I've got better things
to do than stand around
all day like a statue.
- But I can't remember that.
- That's your problem.
- Problem, yeah.
- There's something
different about that statue.
- Oh yeah, it's just
a work in progress.
- There.
I'm off to find my
new yellow handbag.
- I can't remember that pose.
What are we gonna do now?
- Oh, that's easy.
It went like this.
- Oh, that's not it.
- Actually, maybe it
was more like this.
- Now I can't remember
what she looks like at all.
- Fine, I'll try and find
someone else who can help.
- Oh good idea.
And watch you don't get
turned into handbag leather first.
- Hmm.
And you, Frenzel, were
the first bug I thought--
- Perky, what's wrong with you?
- What are you doing
talking to a statue, Frenzel?
Your brain finally snapped?
- Is she gone?
- Oh boy, kitchen just
gets stranger by the day.
Kind of looks like
a cockroach shell
covered in beetle vomit.
- It's supposed to be a
statue of Mad Margaret.
- Hmm.
Well I've been chased by
her enough times to know
that her outline goes
something like this.
- Hey you, get away from my art.
This is no place for amateurs.
Stand back and watch
a true artiste at work.
I've got sculptor's block.
- Don't worry, buddy.
I know another bug
who can help us.
And a bug who's
very close to Margaret.
Maybe too close.
Sajuica, are you there?
- Oh hi--
- [Margaret] Sajuica, I
need your help with finding
a certain soon to be
accessorized yellow bug.
- Well, you've got
the basic shape.
- Well, naturally.
- [Sajuica] But her face
looks like a can of worms.
- I was trying to
capture her inner turmoil.
- I've been yelled
at enough to know
that her mouth
looks kind of like this.
- Big.
It's perfect.
- Beginner's luck.
- Now, she needs some legs.
- Legs?
Whose legs?
- [Everyone] Mad Margaret's.
- You've definitely captured
her gargantuan girth.
She's got spindly
stick bug legs though.
And they look a bit like this.
Oh yes.
- Oh enough.
Away with you all.
You have no artistic instincts.
- Hi guys.
- [Everyone] Hi, Stinks.
- Someone call?
- No, I said instincts, not--
- Hey, what's that
supposed to be?
- [Everyone] Mad Margaret.
- In what style?
Impressionical or
- That's it.
I will suffer at the
hands of critics no longer.
- You try, Perky.
Just picture your most vivid
memory of Mad Margaret's face.
- [Frenzel] Those demented eyes.
- [Sajuica] That
screaming mouth.
- [Stinks] That
twisted expiration.
(upbeat music)
- I'm sorry, Margaret.
I tried, but these wannabes,
they wouldn't give me
the artistic space
I needed to create.
Oh please, don't accessorize me.
- Erky, it's only a statue.
- Wow.
It looks just like her.
I am an artistic genius.
I have spared no effort in this.
My greatest creation to date,
for which I am sure
to be duly rewarded.
(soft music)
- You did this?
- I think I can say
with confidence
that I have captured the
very essence of your being.
- Is this some kind of a joke?
I'm a model of perfection.
And this?
This thing is hideous.
- Margaret is only
one opinion, Erky.
- What are they?
- They're statues.
- Statues of what?
- Ugly bugs.
- Scram.
- Aw, you scared
the little fellas.
- I hate being stared at.
- But you're a statue.
Bugs are supposed
to stare at you.
- I'm an artiste, not
a public spectacle.
Alas, true genius is never
recognized in its own time.
- [Erky] Speaking of
time, how long do you think
Mad Margaret's gonna
make us stand here anyways?
(soft music)
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