Bunnicula (2016) s03e05 Episode Script
Clone-icula
1
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLS)
(GROWLS)
(LAUGHS)
Gee, that's pretty good,
Bunnicula.
-Thank you.
-(CHESTER SPITTING)
-(CUP SHATTERS)
-What did you do? It's ruined.
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
We found some blank canvases
so Bunnicula wanted
to try painting.
That is not a blank canvas.
That's my art.
Not that drivel.
Oh, I kinda like it.
Well, obviously you don't
understand what real art is.
You're right, Chester.
I was just responding
to the detachment
of line to color
and the redistribution
of pictorial space.
Exactly. It's meaningless.
You need a lesson
in what real art is.
-That's okay.
-(GIBBERISH)
Take this for instance.
This painting is called
Frustration.
This next one is called
Solitude.
And this was my blue period.
Wow. We don't understand
art at all.
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
Well, that's how you know
I'm a genius.
Art surrounds us from
the smallest speck to
the entirety of the universe.
That this for example.
This stately water cooler.
Its curvaceous design
echoes the rolling waves
of the ocean.
Magnificent!
The strong sturdy legs
of this stool,
hand-carved to perfection.
And this natural wonder.
A Romanesco broccoli?
It's a naturally
occurring fractal.
Ooh!
CHESTER:
No matter how far
you zoom in,
the features repeat
on a smaller scale.
This twisty pattern repeats
in each of its smaller parts.
(SLURPING)
-No, Bunnicula.
-Mmm-mmm.
Ugh. I'd lecture you on
how that's a bad idea,
but I don't thin
it'll matter.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Uh, Bunnicula, there's
something growing
out of your head!
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
-Ew.
-Cool.
(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Two Bunniculas?
Aah! Get 'em off. Get 'em off!
HAROLD: Wait, Chester.
Tell me why
my artistic opinions
are wrong.
(CHORTLING)
(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
(SLURPING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SIGHING) Finally,
some me time.
(BUNNICULA SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SNARLS)
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ANGRY EXCLAMATION)
(MINA HUMMING)
(GASPS) Bunnicula,
there you are!
(CHUCKLES)
Who's ready
for some cuddles, huh?
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
I'm gonna cuddle someone.
My one and only cuddle bug.
Ooh, I love you,
I love you, I love you.
Come on. Let's go cuddle
some more, my little
cuddle buggy bug.
MINA: I'm gonna hug you
and kiss you so much.
You hungry, little bunny?
Come on, let's see what
we've got in the fridge.
Hmm, carrots, kale, spinach
Ooh, tomatoes, bell peppers,
corn, do you
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(YAWNING AND SNORING)
(LOUD CRASH)
(GASPS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
Yay!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
(CHESTER SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(EXCITED SCREECH)
I have died
and gone to heaven.
Master, Master, Master.
Eh? You don't smell
like Master.
This is all
my nightmares come true.
I'm having a blast.
But I don't think
I can keep up.
Oh, okay. Here, yay!
-(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-(SIZZLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GIGGLING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Hmm
-Morning, Bunnicula.
-Good morning.
-Good morning, Bunnicula.
-Good morning.
Morning?
-Uh-oh.
-ALL: Uh-oh.
Oh, no.
-(ALL SNORING)
-(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SNARLS)
Ugh. My nerves are shot.
I wish I could give
more pony rides,
but I'm just too tuckered out.
That's a lot
of Bunniculas, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Sure are
a lot to handle.
-Uh-huh.
-Having to deal with
that stress isn't easy.
Yeah, you got it.
Now you know how it feels!
We all know the effect
one Bunnicula can have.
And now, we've seen
the craziness of a few hundred
Bunnicula clones.
If we don't stop them,
they'll keep creating clones
until the entire surface
of the Earth is covered
with Bunniculas.
Right now, the clones
are sleeping
in Bunnicula's tomb.
That gives us till sundown
to figure this out.
Think, think, think, think.
Hmm (GRUNTING)
(CLOCK TICKING)
CHESTER:How about this?
Bunnicula loves carrots.
So, we'll set the trap
with carrots.
Considering that there are
a few hundred Bunniculas,
we'll need close to
a thousand carrots
to be on the safe side.
We'll have to hit
every farmers' market
and grocery store
in the French Quarter.
To capture them,
we can use bird cages.
We'll need about
a thousand of them to
(ELECTRIC BUZZING)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
Aah.
-Comfortable now, Harold?
-Yup.
As I was saying,
we'll need a thousand
bird cages.
We'll have to hit up
every pet shop
Harold, stop it
with the chair!
Sorry.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. Bird cages.
We'll need to get
-(ELECTRIC BUZZING)
-(CHORTLING)
-LUGOSI: There is one way.
-Huh?
They have power.
But not that much power.
They are but cheap imitations.
There is only one Master.
I beg your forgiveness
for following
false idols, Master.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
You are
but so merciful, Master.
Lugosi, we don't have time
for your sniveling right now.
We still need
to get bird cages
and a few thousand carrots.
Ah, but I have a plan,
Stinky Cat.
You have a plan?
Yes. But first, we must
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
CLONES: Ooh! The TV's on. Yay!
NARRATOR:Last time,
on Real Businesswomen
of Atlanta
Who used my toothbrush?
NARRATOR:Jenny was
one step closer
to figuring out
who used her toothbrush.
(ALL SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Okay, guys, thanks to Lugosi,
the Bunniculas are distracted.
Let's get to our places.
JENNY:Okay, y'all.
After all this time,
I finally found out
who used my toothbrush.
It was none other than
Economists can't explain
the large dip in prices
of lawn fertilizer.
-(ANGRY EXCLAMATIONS)
-We know because
we've been asking them
(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Uh-oh.
(HAROLD PANTING)
-Oh, no.
-(THUD)
-Throw it here, Harold.
-(GRUNTS)
CLONES: Give it to me!
Give it to me! Give it to me!
(GRUNTS)
Ha-ha!
Here comes the party,
Bunnicula.
(CLONES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Now for the next part
of our plan.
(EXCLAIMING)
(CHOMPING, SLURPING)
(ROARING)
Ooh Wow!
(ROARING)
Baby, baby, baby, baby ♪
(HYSTERICAL SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)
(GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ALL SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Just need to stay distracted
a little longer.
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(CLONES EXCLAIMING)
LUGOSI: Master! Catch!
(CLONES SHOUTING)
-I'm glad that's over.
-Yeah, me too.
Now we don't have
to worry about
a bunch of Bunnicula clones
taking over the world.
Yes, no need for so many
when one can do the job.
Mmm.
(BUNNICULA CHOMPING, SLURPING)
CHESTER AND HAROLD:
(PANICKED) No!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLS)
(GROWLS)
(LAUGHS)
Gee, that's pretty good,
Bunnicula.
-Thank you.
-(CHESTER SPITTING)
-(CUP SHATTERS)
-What did you do? It's ruined.
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
We found some blank canvases
so Bunnicula wanted
to try painting.
That is not a blank canvas.
That's my art.
Not that drivel.
Oh, I kinda like it.
Well, obviously you don't
understand what real art is.
You're right, Chester.
I was just responding
to the detachment
of line to color
and the redistribution
of pictorial space.
Exactly. It's meaningless.
You need a lesson
in what real art is.
-That's okay.
-(GIBBERISH)
Take this for instance.
This painting is called
Frustration.
This next one is called
Solitude.
And this was my blue period.
Wow. We don't understand
art at all.
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
Well, that's how you know
I'm a genius.
Art surrounds us from
the smallest speck to
the entirety of the universe.
That this for example.
This stately water cooler.
Its curvaceous design
echoes the rolling waves
of the ocean.
Magnificent!
The strong sturdy legs
of this stool,
hand-carved to perfection.
And this natural wonder.
A Romanesco broccoli?
It's a naturally
occurring fractal.
Ooh!
CHESTER:
No matter how far
you zoom in,
the features repeat
on a smaller scale.
This twisty pattern repeats
in each of its smaller parts.
(SLURPING)
-No, Bunnicula.
-Mmm-mmm.
Ugh. I'd lecture you on
how that's a bad idea,
but I don't thin
it'll matter.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Uh, Bunnicula, there's
something growing
out of your head!
(MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
-Ew.
-Cool.
(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Two Bunniculas?
Aah! Get 'em off. Get 'em off!
HAROLD: Wait, Chester.
Tell me why
my artistic opinions
are wrong.
(CHORTLING)
(BOTH MUTTERING GIBBERISH)
(SLURPING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SIGHING) Finally,
some me time.
(BUNNICULA SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SNARLS)
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ANGRY EXCLAMATION)
(MINA HUMMING)
(GASPS) Bunnicula,
there you are!
(CHUCKLES)
Who's ready
for some cuddles, huh?
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
I'm gonna cuddle someone.
My one and only cuddle bug.
Ooh, I love you,
I love you, I love you.
Come on. Let's go cuddle
some more, my little
cuddle buggy bug.
MINA: I'm gonna hug you
and kiss you so much.
You hungry, little bunny?
Come on, let's see what
we've got in the fridge.
Hmm, carrots, kale, spinach
Ooh, tomatoes, bell peppers,
corn, do you
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(YAWNING AND SNORING)
(LOUD CRASH)
(GASPS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
Yay!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
(CHESTER SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(EXCITED SCREECH)
I have died
and gone to heaven.
Master, Master, Master.
Eh? You don't smell
like Master.
This is all
my nightmares come true.
I'm having a blast.
But I don't think
I can keep up.
Oh, okay. Here, yay!
-(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-(SIZZLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GIGGLING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Hmm
-Morning, Bunnicula.
-Good morning.
-Good morning, Bunnicula.
-Good morning.
Morning?
-Uh-oh.
-ALL: Uh-oh.
Oh, no.
-(ALL SNORING)
-(ANGRILY SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SNARLS)
Ugh. My nerves are shot.
I wish I could give
more pony rides,
but I'm just too tuckered out.
That's a lot
of Bunniculas, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Sure are
a lot to handle.
-Uh-huh.
-Having to deal with
that stress isn't easy.
Yeah, you got it.
Now you know how it feels!
We all know the effect
one Bunnicula can have.
And now, we've seen
the craziness of a few hundred
Bunnicula clones.
If we don't stop them,
they'll keep creating clones
until the entire surface
of the Earth is covered
with Bunniculas.
Right now, the clones
are sleeping
in Bunnicula's tomb.
That gives us till sundown
to figure this out.
Think, think, think, think.
Hmm (GRUNTING)
(CLOCK TICKING)
CHESTER:How about this?
Bunnicula loves carrots.
So, we'll set the trap
with carrots.
Considering that there are
a few hundred Bunniculas,
we'll need close to
a thousand carrots
to be on the safe side.
We'll have to hit
every farmers' market
and grocery store
in the French Quarter.
To capture them,
we can use bird cages.
We'll need about
a thousand of them to
(ELECTRIC BUZZING)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
Aah.
-Comfortable now, Harold?
-Yup.
As I was saying,
we'll need a thousand
bird cages.
We'll have to hit up
every pet shop
Harold, stop it
with the chair!
Sorry.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. Bird cages.
We'll need to get
-(ELECTRIC BUZZING)
-(CHORTLING)
-LUGOSI: There is one way.
-Huh?
They have power.
But not that much power.
They are but cheap imitations.
There is only one Master.
I beg your forgiveness
for following
false idols, Master.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
You are
but so merciful, Master.
Lugosi, we don't have time
for your sniveling right now.
We still need
to get bird cages
and a few thousand carrots.
Ah, but I have a plan,
Stinky Cat.
You have a plan?
Yes. But first, we must
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
CLONES: Ooh! The TV's on. Yay!
NARRATOR:Last time,
on Real Businesswomen
of Atlanta
Who used my toothbrush?
NARRATOR:Jenny was
one step closer
to figuring out
who used her toothbrush.
(ALL SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Okay, guys, thanks to Lugosi,
the Bunniculas are distracted.
Let's get to our places.
JENNY:Okay, y'all.
After all this time,
I finally found out
who used my toothbrush.
It was none other than
Economists can't explain
the large dip in prices
of lawn fertilizer.
-(ANGRY EXCLAMATIONS)
-We know because
we've been asking them
(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Uh-oh.
(HAROLD PANTING)
-Oh, no.
-(THUD)
-Throw it here, Harold.
-(GRUNTS)
CLONES: Give it to me!
Give it to me! Give it to me!
(GRUNTS)
Ha-ha!
Here comes the party,
Bunnicula.
(CLONES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Now for the next part
of our plan.
(EXCLAIMING)
(CHOMPING, SLURPING)
(ROARING)
Ooh Wow!
(ROARING)
Baby, baby, baby, baby ♪
(HYSTERICAL SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)
(GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(ALL SHOUTING GIBBERISH)
Just need to stay distracted
a little longer.
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(CLONES EXCLAIMING)
LUGOSI: Master! Catch!
(CLONES SHOUTING)
-I'm glad that's over.
-Yeah, me too.
Now we don't have
to worry about
a bunch of Bunnicula clones
taking over the world.
Yes, no need for so many
when one can do the job.
Mmm.
(BUNNICULA CHOMPING, SLURPING)
CHESTER AND HAROLD:
(PANICKED) No!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)