Erky Perky (2006) s03e24 Episode Script

Paddle Whacker

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? ♪
- Come to Erky, little crumb!
Come to Erky's tummy tum!
- Ah!
Ow! (groans)
Come back, little crumb!
No, not now.
(dreamy harp chords)
- 14, 15, 16, 17.
- Huh?
- 18, 19, 20.
- Oh!
- 21, 22.
- Humph, can you
keep the noise down?
I'm trying to
- 26, 27.
- What's that?
- Sajuica found it.
See how the ball goes
out, back, out, back, out.
- Stop doing that!
- But he only just started.
Isn't he clever?
- Ah, yes, so clever.
Clever like cheese.
Feel free to quit
any time you like.
- Don't worry, I will as
soon as I miss the ball.
- Which won't be soon enough.
- Surprise!
- Wh-, wh-, wh-,
what have you done?
- I've spring cleaned
the lair, and thrown out
all your useless junk.
A tidy lair is a happy lair!
Aah, yow!
- Does tidy include
getting rid of you, too?
So, unless you want to be
the accessory of the week,
you'd better get
my things back now.
(ball boinging)
- 300, 301, 302,
and you're getting
so good at this,
I don't think you'll ever stop!
- Oh, you think so? (giggling)
Oh, I don't know.
- I'm sure you can.
13, 14, 15, 16, 17.
- Ugh.
- Oof, aah!
(whirling and crashing)
Oh, Perky!
Enough with the whacking!
That noise is driving me crazy!
- Sorry, Erky,
you know the deal.
I don't stop 'til I miss the--
(dramatic music)
(ball boinging)
Hm, whew!
(wings flapping)
- (giggles) Great save!
350, 51, 52, 53.
(ball boinging)
- Silly game.
Give it to me!
- 56, 57, 58, 59,
(ball boinging)
60, 61, 62, 63, 64
65, 66, 67, 68.
- That's a mighty
fine paddle whacking
you're whacking there.
Keep that up, and you might
even break the record.
- Record, what record?
- Why, the paddle whacking
record, of course!
- My first bug skin handbag.
Oh, my lucky maggot's foot.
Where is it?
(dramatic music)
- Where's what?
- (stammering) My
greatest treasure of all,
my record-breaking
paddle whacker!
(hypnotic music)
Oh, it was the proudest
moment of my life,
when Moldy handed me that prize.
- Prize, what prize?
What prize?
- Just the biggest and best
prize ever awarded for anything
in Kitchen!
- Best prize ever?
Oh, it must be food!
- And if that record
ever gets broken,
then the new record-holder
gets the prize, too.
- (sighs) I'm bored.
I might stop now.
- Stop?
No way, you only just started!
- But, I thought you
wanted me to stop.
- Not anymore!
A lifetime supply of
food is up for grabs,
and all you have to do
is break that record.
How many's he up to?
- Four hundred and sixty five,
66, 67.
- Go for it, Perky!
That's my bug!
- 68, 69, 70.
- And you can stay in
there 'til you find it.
(wings flapping)
That noise!
That sound, that's
my paddle whacker!
(dramatic music)
(ball boinging)
- Ow, ow!
- Five hundred!
And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.
(ball boinging)
- Hah!
I should have known.
- M-, M-, M-, M- Margaret?
(ball boinging)
- Hand it over,
you paddle whacker napper!
- I'm afraid that's impossible.
- What?
- Clause A, Sub-section B,
Paragraph F of the
Paddle Whacking Rules
clearly states that no
one can forcibly remove
a paddle from a bug
who is in the process of
a record attempt. (snores)
- You? (laughs)
Break my record?
(laughs heartily)
That would be a joke
if it wasn't so funny!
- Um, not quite correct.
You see, by definition, that
joke is funny, therefore--
- Say what you like,
but my pal Perky
is going to break that record,
and when he does, we'll
have the grand prize.
- We'll see about that.
- Whoa!
- Cecil, stay here and
make sure they don't cheat.
I'll be in my lair.
(wings flapping)
(ball boinging)
- 49, 50, 51.
- Don't worry about her, Perky.
You've got a lifetime
supply of food to win.
- 56, 57, 58.
(ball boinging)
- (giggles) (sighs) Oh
my, I'm really, ooh!
- Perky, you've
got to stay awake.
- Okay, okay!
(ball boinging)
- Two, three, four,
five, six, seven,
eight, nine,
10, 11, 12, 13,
14, 15, 16, 17,
18, 19, 20, 21,
(ball boinging)
22, three, four, five,
- Whoa! (laughing)
904, 905, 906,
- Go for it Perky,
that's my bug!
- [Sajuica] 999, 1,000!
(ball boinging)
- Only 2,541 to go!
- Ow!
(ball boinging)
- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
(ball boinging)
- Four, five, (yawns) six,
seven, eight, nine,
10, 11, 12, 13,
- Please, Erky, I'm rusting.
- Can't you hang on 'til
you break the record?
- No!
- (sighs) Okay, hand it over.
- Ow!
(ball boinging)
- [Sajuica] 56, 57,
58, 59,
60, 61, 62, 63.
(wings buzzing)
67, 68, 69, 70!
- He's up to how many?
- I, I
- That's it, no
more Mrs. Nice Bug.
Time to put a stop to this!
- But Moldy said--
- Who cares what Moldy said.
It's my record, and
Perry's not gonna break it!
(wings flapping)
- Ugh.
- 3,480,
81, 82, 83, 84.
(ball boinging)
- Keep going, Perky!
You're almost there!
- 88, 89, 90.
(wings flapping)
- This record attempt
is officially over.
I want my paddle whacker back.
- Surely, but I think
you're forgetting
Clause A, Sub-section
D, Paragraph F of the
Paddle Whacking Rules.
- And you're
forgetting Clause One,
Sub-section One, Paragraph
One of the Kitchen Rules.
- Ah, (gulps) what's that?
- Whatever Margaret
wants, Margaret gets!
- Quick, Erky, run!
(yelling loudly)
(frenetic music)
I think we lost her. (yells)
(ball smacking hand)
- Hah, got it!
(wings flapping)
- Hang on, Perky!
Don't let got!
- Don't you let go!
(wings flapping)
- Look at-- (gasps)
- Can't hold on much longer!
(frenetic music)
(wings flapping)
(wings flapping)
- Give up, Perky!
It's my record, mine!
- Don't worry,
Margaret, I'll help you!
- About time!
(metallic clang)
- I think she let go.
(xylophone music)
- Help me!
(loud crash)
- Erky?
(ball boinging)
- We did it.
- Don't stop, Perky.
You can still break the record.
You haven't missed
the ball, yet!
- I haven't?
- That's right!
You haven't!
- Only five to go!
(ball boinging)
Five, four, three, two.
- We did it!
You broke the--
Uh oh.
- Erky!
- (laughing menacingly) You
made him miss the last one!
(wings flapping)
- No!
- Congratulations!
- Huh?
- You tied the record.
- Oh, big deal.
- So, you still get to
share the prize.
- I don't know what to say.
- Then don't say anything.
Come to Erky, you lovely, huh?
(slow, jerky music)
(sighs) Where's my
lifetime supply of food?
- I never said it was food.
I said it was the best
prize ever, and it is!
I made it myself.
- Wow! (giggling)
Why Erky, where ya going?
- Back home.
At least I can dream of food.
(bouncing noise)
Come to me, little crumb,
come to Erky's tummy tum!
(harp chords)
Oh, not again!
(ball bouncing)
- Four, five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, 10.
- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm going to break the
kitchen rubber egg record.
(giggles) How many
more to go, Sajuica?
- Only 16,305.
Four, three, two.
(upbeat, whimsical music)
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