Duck Dodgers (2003) s02e03 Episode Script
The Menace of Maninsuit / K-9 Quarry
[SCREAMING.]
[ROARING.]
[SCREAMS.]
A giant monster is attacking the city.
Oh, no! Hey, I can't believe it.
He completely missed me.
Second time's a charm.
- Maninsuit! - Maninsuit! Maninsuit! Maninsuit! [ROARS.]
But look! It is I, Rikki Roundhouse robotic child and hero of the planet Nippano.
Leave our peace-loving planet alone to prosper and manufacture high-quality electronics.
[ROARS.]
Stop all this destructive mayhem, Maninsuit.
[ROARS.]
I am not kidding and you are mistaken if you think that I am kidding.
[MANINSUIT ROARS.]
Then sample my atomically robotic power.
Did you not hear what I was saying to you? Maybe I should give your ears a good solid cleaning, huh? Huh? Maninsuit has captured Rikki in a cloud of isometric smoke.
Oh, no.
I have been captured in a cloud of isometric smoke.
[LAUGHING.]
Hmm.
If Maninsuit is unstoppable, who will save our beautiful planet? [ROCKETS BLAST.]
Look! It's a giant mechanical duck or something.
DODGERS [OVER RADIO.]
: All right, giant mechanical Cadet, there's the ugly beast.
CADET [OVER RADIO.]
: Let's get him.
DODGERS: You took the words right out of my giant mechanical head.
- Prepare for transmogrification.
- All prepared.
Engage the transducifier.
Engaging trans.
Switching on the changy button.
The giant mechanical pig has transformed into a powerful gun-like thing.
And the giant mechanical duck has transformed into.
It's just a hand.
Not just any hand, but a powerful hand of justice.
Still looks just like a hand to me.
- Power up, Cadet.
- Powering up.
DODGERS: I'm targeting the monster.
Targeting complete.
We've reached maximum capacity.
Ready.
Aim.
- Fire! - Stop! You do not know what you are doing.
Oh, yeah, I do.
I'm gonna fry Sigmund over there.
But Maninsuit is being controlled by some mysterious outside source.
He is normally a peaceful and gentle creature.
Yeah.
He's a regular Mother Teresa.
Oh, most honorable giant mechanical duck, please help me save Maninsuit.
The robot kid might be on to something.
I've detected a remote brainwave signal coming from a nearby asteroid field.
Please hurry before Maninsuit destroys the city.
DODGERS: Yeah, I guess we should, huh? CADET: Otherwise, renting these giant mechanical suits would be a total waste of Protectorate funding.
DODGERS: Well, one of us should probably go destroy the signal while the other stays here to stop the big, ugly monster.
CADET: Okay, sounds good.
DODGERS: So, what do you wanna do? CADET: Oh, either one's fine with me.
How about the pig comes with me, the duck stays here? DODGERS: Is that all right with you? CADET: I'm cool with that.
Come on! Too much talk, not enough action.
CADET: You're preaching to the choir, kid.
DODGERS: Bye-bye.
See you.
[ROARING.]
DODGERS: All right, you fake-looking, rubber-suited goon cease and desist all criminal activities.
[ROARING.]
No respect for the law, eh? Then I'll just have to get tough.
Aha! [DODGERS YELLS.]
[CRASHING.]
[CAR HORN HONKING AND TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING AND COW MOOS.]
Aah! Help! Somebody, help! Of all the stupid-- I mean, who would put a nuclear power plant right there by the ocean? All right there, Shaquille O'Neal.
I'll have you know that I was a wrestler in high school.
And although I was scrawny, I made up for it with biting and hair pulling.
[SCREAMING.]
[DODGERS YELLING.]
Hey, that's an illegal move.
I'm glad we upgraded from the economy model.
[SCREAMING.]
Looks like that suit is keeping him busy.
I wonder how the Cadet's doing.
We're about to enter the asteroid field.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Now we will find out who is behind this sinister scheme.
MARTIAN: My remote brainwave agitator is working perfectly.
Soon Maninsuit will have destroyed all of Nippano's manufacturing plants making Mars Electronics number one in the galaxy.
CENTURION: Sir, who are you talking to? MARTIAN: You see, I was talking to them, out there in the darkness.
CENTURION: Okay.
[ROARING.]
If only Maninsuit would use his enormous powers for good.
Oh, no.
Maninsuit is heading away from the city and toward that giant trash dump.
[SCREECHING.]
Look, he's compacting all that garbage into a useful and beneficial mulch.
Not on my watch, mister.
Almost there.
- Commander, interlopers.
- Activate the seeker mines.
We have fallen into a diabolical trap.
Evasive maneuvers.
Serpentine! - Watch out, Rikki.
- I am watching.
[LAUGHING.]
This is working perfectly.
CENTURION: He believes he has some sort of an audience watching him.
Serpentine to the extreme! Are you thinking what I am thinking? CADET: I think so.
RIKKI: Let's send these babies home.
With pleasure.
What are those robots giggling about? Huh? I think you lost something.
Ha-ha.
[MARTIAN SCREAMS.]
Ah, look, Maninsuit has become docile and childlike.
ALL: Hooray! [GROANS.]
Nippano is saved.
Oh! If you didn't like my hand of justice, how about these fists of vengeance? [GRUNTS.]
Heads up, chowder head.
[GRUNTING.]
He's pummeling our beloved Maninsuit.
Not so tough now that the tables are turned, huh? So you want some more of this? [CRYING.]
Make him stop hitting Maninsuit.
[MANINSUIT WHIMPERING.]
What's the matter? - You can dish it out but you can't take it? CADET: Captain Dodgers.
We destroyed the signal that was controlling Maninsuit.
He has returned to his normal state of extreme gentleness.
Gee, that's great.
Sucker punch! Um, captain, our work here is done.
Yes, our work here is done, but in another way, it will never be done.
Whenever you see a giant rubber monster attacking a city, I'll be there.
Whenever you see a cop beating up old ladies, I'll be there.
Whenever you see a kid crying himself to sleep because his temper tantrum didn't yield a new video game, I'll be there.
Just call my name and I'll be there.
CADET: Hey, captain, where's your giant mechanical suit? Oh, that? Well, it kind of got all destroyed in the fracas.
But you know I put that rental on my credit.
I charged it.
I guess there is a bright side to not being credit worthy.
[CHITTERING.]
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES.]
Oh, K-9, every day, it's the same old thing.
Pursuit, blast, destroy.
Pursuit, blast, destroy.
How nice to spend a relaxing weekend hunting for a change.
Come on, boy.
[AIRCRAFT ENGINE WHIRRING.]
Come on, boy, flush out some game.
[SNIFFING.]
Oh, how I love to surprise unsuspecting little creatures.
Heh-heh.
[SNIFFS THEN GROWLS.]
The mosquitoes sure are big this year.
K-9? K-9? Oh, where did that silly dog go? [GROWLING.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
Huh? [ALIEN GROWLS.]
[WHIMPERING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Ah.
Finally.
Meat on the wing.
What are you doing? I had a perfect shot.
Now help me up.
You're getting carried away.
[MARTIAN GRUNTING.]
All right, that was fun, but now it's time to put me down.
I said put me down! Uh-uh.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
See here, you mongrel, I'm giving you a direct order! Put me down! [MARTIAN YELLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[GROANS.]
[GROANING.]
K-9, I don't know what's gotten into you lately.
We came out here to have a wewaxing-- I mean, a relaxing weekend of hunting.
Didn't we? Please try and limit the unexpected fiascoes.
Oh, my.
Either Busby Berkeley planted this forest, or I don't know my own strength.
This is all rather curious.
Hmm.
Termites.
Come on, boy.
Oh, K-9? Are you finished? Find me some birds.
[SNIFFS THEN GROWLS.]
Ha-ha! Now flush them out for me.
[BARKING.]
Perfect.
Steady.
Aim.
Fire.
Ho, ho, we got one.
Mmm, boy.
Drumsticks tonight.
Now go and retrieve it.
Attaboy.
[CHUCKLING.]
Oh, goodie.
Now hand it over.
We'll save that for gravy.
Oh, he's quite a specimen.
Don't think I've ever bagged one of these before.
Huh? K-9! What are you doing? You're getting it all drooly.
[YELLS THEN GRUNTS.]
Give me that right now.
Mm-mm.
[PANTING.]
You greedy animal, I hope you get heartburn.
[BOMB BEEPING.]
Come back here, you rascally rodent! [IN GIBBERISH.]
[GROANS.]
Now where did that little fuzzbutt go? Maybe that disobedient cur picked him up.
That mutt is never around when I need him.
[TRAP CLANGS.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
[GRUNTS.]
Hey! Good heavens, a trap.
Could it be there's a more vicious marauder around here? [ALIEN GROWLING.]
Ah.
A fellow outdoorsman, it seems.
Yipe! Aah! Help! Hey, why am I running? After all, I'm armed.
Then again, running is good for the circulation.
Don't blame me.
The Martian gets one solo cartoon a season.
- Your mocha cappuccino, captain.
- You forgot my biscotti.
[WHIMPERING AND SCREAMING.]
[ALIEN CHUCKLING.]
I do hope he shoots me before he mounts me.
[BARKING.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
You know, K-9, I prefer to keep my enemies of the feathered variety.
[English - US -SDH.]
[ROARING.]
[SCREAMS.]
A giant monster is attacking the city.
Oh, no! Hey, I can't believe it.
He completely missed me.
Second time's a charm.
- Maninsuit! - Maninsuit! Maninsuit! Maninsuit! [ROARS.]
But look! It is I, Rikki Roundhouse robotic child and hero of the planet Nippano.
Leave our peace-loving planet alone to prosper and manufacture high-quality electronics.
[ROARS.]
Stop all this destructive mayhem, Maninsuit.
[ROARS.]
I am not kidding and you are mistaken if you think that I am kidding.
[MANINSUIT ROARS.]
Then sample my atomically robotic power.
Did you not hear what I was saying to you? Maybe I should give your ears a good solid cleaning, huh? Huh? Maninsuit has captured Rikki in a cloud of isometric smoke.
Oh, no.
I have been captured in a cloud of isometric smoke.
[LAUGHING.]
Hmm.
If Maninsuit is unstoppable, who will save our beautiful planet? [ROCKETS BLAST.]
Look! It's a giant mechanical duck or something.
DODGERS [OVER RADIO.]
: All right, giant mechanical Cadet, there's the ugly beast.
CADET [OVER RADIO.]
: Let's get him.
DODGERS: You took the words right out of my giant mechanical head.
- Prepare for transmogrification.
- All prepared.
Engage the transducifier.
Engaging trans.
Switching on the changy button.
The giant mechanical pig has transformed into a powerful gun-like thing.
And the giant mechanical duck has transformed into.
It's just a hand.
Not just any hand, but a powerful hand of justice.
Still looks just like a hand to me.
- Power up, Cadet.
- Powering up.
DODGERS: I'm targeting the monster.
Targeting complete.
We've reached maximum capacity.
Ready.
Aim.
- Fire! - Stop! You do not know what you are doing.
Oh, yeah, I do.
I'm gonna fry Sigmund over there.
But Maninsuit is being controlled by some mysterious outside source.
He is normally a peaceful and gentle creature.
Yeah.
He's a regular Mother Teresa.
Oh, most honorable giant mechanical duck, please help me save Maninsuit.
The robot kid might be on to something.
I've detected a remote brainwave signal coming from a nearby asteroid field.
Please hurry before Maninsuit destroys the city.
DODGERS: Yeah, I guess we should, huh? CADET: Otherwise, renting these giant mechanical suits would be a total waste of Protectorate funding.
DODGERS: Well, one of us should probably go destroy the signal while the other stays here to stop the big, ugly monster.
CADET: Okay, sounds good.
DODGERS: So, what do you wanna do? CADET: Oh, either one's fine with me.
How about the pig comes with me, the duck stays here? DODGERS: Is that all right with you? CADET: I'm cool with that.
Come on! Too much talk, not enough action.
CADET: You're preaching to the choir, kid.
DODGERS: Bye-bye.
See you.
[ROARING.]
DODGERS: All right, you fake-looking, rubber-suited goon cease and desist all criminal activities.
[ROARING.]
No respect for the law, eh? Then I'll just have to get tough.
Aha! [DODGERS YELLS.]
[CRASHING.]
[CAR HORN HONKING AND TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING AND COW MOOS.]
Aah! Help! Somebody, help! Of all the stupid-- I mean, who would put a nuclear power plant right there by the ocean? All right there, Shaquille O'Neal.
I'll have you know that I was a wrestler in high school.
And although I was scrawny, I made up for it with biting and hair pulling.
[SCREAMING.]
[DODGERS YELLING.]
Hey, that's an illegal move.
I'm glad we upgraded from the economy model.
[SCREAMING.]
Looks like that suit is keeping him busy.
I wonder how the Cadet's doing.
We're about to enter the asteroid field.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Now we will find out who is behind this sinister scheme.
MARTIAN: My remote brainwave agitator is working perfectly.
Soon Maninsuit will have destroyed all of Nippano's manufacturing plants making Mars Electronics number one in the galaxy.
CENTURION: Sir, who are you talking to? MARTIAN: You see, I was talking to them, out there in the darkness.
CENTURION: Okay.
[ROARING.]
If only Maninsuit would use his enormous powers for good.
Oh, no.
Maninsuit is heading away from the city and toward that giant trash dump.
[SCREECHING.]
Look, he's compacting all that garbage into a useful and beneficial mulch.
Not on my watch, mister.
Almost there.
- Commander, interlopers.
- Activate the seeker mines.
We have fallen into a diabolical trap.
Evasive maneuvers.
Serpentine! - Watch out, Rikki.
- I am watching.
[LAUGHING.]
This is working perfectly.
CENTURION: He believes he has some sort of an audience watching him.
Serpentine to the extreme! Are you thinking what I am thinking? CADET: I think so.
RIKKI: Let's send these babies home.
With pleasure.
What are those robots giggling about? Huh? I think you lost something.
Ha-ha.
[MARTIAN SCREAMS.]
Ah, look, Maninsuit has become docile and childlike.
ALL: Hooray! [GROANS.]
Nippano is saved.
Oh! If you didn't like my hand of justice, how about these fists of vengeance? [GRUNTS.]
Heads up, chowder head.
[GRUNTING.]
He's pummeling our beloved Maninsuit.
Not so tough now that the tables are turned, huh? So you want some more of this? [CRYING.]
Make him stop hitting Maninsuit.
[MANINSUIT WHIMPERING.]
What's the matter? - You can dish it out but you can't take it? CADET: Captain Dodgers.
We destroyed the signal that was controlling Maninsuit.
He has returned to his normal state of extreme gentleness.
Gee, that's great.
Sucker punch! Um, captain, our work here is done.
Yes, our work here is done, but in another way, it will never be done.
Whenever you see a giant rubber monster attacking a city, I'll be there.
Whenever you see a cop beating up old ladies, I'll be there.
Whenever you see a kid crying himself to sleep because his temper tantrum didn't yield a new video game, I'll be there.
Just call my name and I'll be there.
CADET: Hey, captain, where's your giant mechanical suit? Oh, that? Well, it kind of got all destroyed in the fracas.
But you know I put that rental on my credit.
I charged it.
I guess there is a bright side to not being credit worthy.
[CHITTERING.]
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES.]
Oh, K-9, every day, it's the same old thing.
Pursuit, blast, destroy.
Pursuit, blast, destroy.
How nice to spend a relaxing weekend hunting for a change.
Come on, boy.
[AIRCRAFT ENGINE WHIRRING.]
Come on, boy, flush out some game.
[SNIFFING.]
Oh, how I love to surprise unsuspecting little creatures.
Heh-heh.
[SNIFFS THEN GROWLS.]
The mosquitoes sure are big this year.
K-9? K-9? Oh, where did that silly dog go? [GROWLING.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
Huh? [ALIEN GROWLS.]
[WHIMPERING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Ah.
Finally.
Meat on the wing.
What are you doing? I had a perfect shot.
Now help me up.
You're getting carried away.
[MARTIAN GRUNTING.]
All right, that was fun, but now it's time to put me down.
I said put me down! Uh-uh.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
See here, you mongrel, I'm giving you a direct order! Put me down! [MARTIAN YELLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[GROANS.]
[GROANING.]
K-9, I don't know what's gotten into you lately.
We came out here to have a wewaxing-- I mean, a relaxing weekend of hunting.
Didn't we? Please try and limit the unexpected fiascoes.
Oh, my.
Either Busby Berkeley planted this forest, or I don't know my own strength.
This is all rather curious.
Hmm.
Termites.
Come on, boy.
Oh, K-9? Are you finished? Find me some birds.
[SNIFFS THEN GROWLS.]
Ha-ha! Now flush them out for me.
[BARKING.]
Perfect.
Steady.
Aim.
Fire.
Ho, ho, we got one.
Mmm, boy.
Drumsticks tonight.
Now go and retrieve it.
Attaboy.
[CHUCKLING.]
Oh, goodie.
Now hand it over.
We'll save that for gravy.
Oh, he's quite a specimen.
Don't think I've ever bagged one of these before.
Huh? K-9! What are you doing? You're getting it all drooly.
[YELLS THEN GRUNTS.]
Give me that right now.
Mm-mm.
[PANTING.]
You greedy animal, I hope you get heartburn.
[BOMB BEEPING.]
Come back here, you rascally rodent! [IN GIBBERISH.]
[GROANS.]
Now where did that little fuzzbutt go? Maybe that disobedient cur picked him up.
That mutt is never around when I need him.
[TRAP CLANGS.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
[GRUNTS.]
Hey! Good heavens, a trap.
Could it be there's a more vicious marauder around here? [ALIEN GROWLING.]
Ah.
A fellow outdoorsman, it seems.
Yipe! Aah! Help! Hey, why am I running? After all, I'm armed.
Then again, running is good for the circulation.
Don't blame me.
The Martian gets one solo cartoon a season.
- Your mocha cappuccino, captain.
- You forgot my biscotti.
[WHIMPERING AND SCREAMING.]
[ALIEN CHUCKLING.]
I do hope he shoots me before he mounts me.
[BARKING.]
[IN GIBBERISH.]
You know, K-9, I prefer to keep my enemies of the feathered variety.
[English - US -SDH.]