Bunnicula (2016) s03e08 Episode Script
Take the Bunny and Run
1
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
(HUMMING)
(SNIFFING)
Mmm, you know
what the best part
of our afternoon walks
is, Harold?
Marking our territory?
Ew, gross.
And no, being out
in the sun means
there's no Bunnicula,
and no Bunnicula means
that I can totally relax.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(ROARS)
-(SCREAMS)
-(LAUGHING)
Ugh.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Huh? (SNIFFING)
Huh?
(FANFARE MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
(GREYHOUND LAUGHING)
How's the view of my tail?
Losers.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, I hate that guy.
(HAROLD GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Hey, you guys
smell it too, huh?
(CHUCKLES LOUDLY)
What?
What is this?
Who are you?
Oh, hey, my name's Harold.
Excuse me.
Harold?
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Sausages!
Yes, so good
Hey, what happened, champ?
Or should I say, chump?
(LAUGHS)
You watch your mouth,
third place.
There must be some
type of mistake.
Oh, yeah, sure,
mistake. (SNORTS)
-(ALL LAUGHING)
-This guy.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Just, uh, making my way
through the nice dogs.
Hey, give me five, my man.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
What type of trickery
is this?
My name is Wilhelm,
and I'm supposed to be
the wiener!
-You're a wiener?
-No.
I'm not a wiener,
I'm a wiener.
So, you
Want a wiener?
No, I do not,
I am a wiener!
So, you're not gonna
eat this?
Eee
Yoink.
And that
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CHUCKLES)
All right, I think that's
quite enough sausages
for one day, Harold.
-Let's go home.
-Hold on, fur face.
Your chunky friend here
illegally entered my race
and made it look like
I lost.
I want a rematch,
and I want it now!
-Huh?
-Get back in time,
we can watch the end
ofReal Business Women.
(GROWLING)
(SNORING)
Huh? Oh.
(YAWNS) Hello,
what's your name?
What's my name
I I'm Wilhelm.
We raced yesterday?
How could you not remember?
You beat me.
(LAUGHS) I beat you
in a race?
-(WILHELM GROWLING)
-You must be pretty bad.
I am the best,
and after our rematch,
you will see, I am
the biggest wiener.
Wiener? (GASPS)
Oh, that's right.
You're that wiener
dog guy.
Good seeing you again,
wiener. Okay, see ya.
(SNORING)
I am going nowhere
until you give me
a rematch.
I'm in bed now, so
(EXCLAIMING)
You take my championship,
so now I take your bed.
-But, Wiener, we
-(GROWLING)
You'll get your bed back
when you beat me
in a rematch.
Now back off, big boy.
It's time for my beauty sleep.
Looks like we have a problem.
(HUMMING)
(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
(RECORD SCRATCHING)
Hate to step in, fur ball,
check out my turntable skills.
-CHESTER: Hey.
-Scratchy, scratchy.
Hey, you're scratching it.
I will stop when Harold
agrees to a rematch.
(IMITATES RECORD SCRATCHING)
Scratch.
-(LAUGHS)
-And to think
I have been beaten by
such a fat and lazy canine.
Is this how you train?
Uh, no, that's not a train,
that's me playing ball.
What is this "playing"?
I have no time
for such childishness!
When I train,
I train to win.
Because if I don't win,
I might as well retire.
Maybe retirement
wouldn't be that bad,
you don't seem too happy.
Oh, yeah, maybe
I'll go home to my owner
(SARCASTICALLY) and we have
a fun little tea party
where I dress
in frilly clothes.
One lump or two,
Wilhelm?
Phooey!
Hmm, an eight-letter word
for sausage that starts
with a "K".
Kielbasa, hah!
I beat your silly game.
-I always win.
-Oh, will you please
stop messing with us
and just leave?
I'm staying right here
until Harold beats me
in a rematch.
-(DOOR CLOSES)
-MINA: Hey, guys, I'm home!
Mina!
Oh, yeah? Well, Mina's here
and she's gonna toss you
right out.
We'll see about that.
-You guys have a new friend?
-(WILHELM BARKS)
-Do you need a home?
-(WHIMPERING)
Oh, you can stay right here
as long as you want,
little mister.
(LAUGHS CUNNINGLY)
Oh.
You can share Harold's bed
and his food.
Ooh, I'll get you a bowl now.
Oh, come on.
You already have my bed,
don't take my food, too,
Wiener!
I don't want your food,
I'm a world-class runner.
I eat healthy.
(MUNCHING AND GULPING)
(GROWLS)
(GROWLS)
Oh, help me!
(LAUGHS) Here you go,
little cutie.
We'll take good care of you.
Oh, I'd be so upset
if something happened
to you.
-BUNNICULA: Grrr.
-You have to leave now.
-Grrr.
-Nope.
I'm staying here
forever, unless Harold
gives me a rematch!
Okay, but if Harold wins,
you go.
Pfft! If that tub
of lard beats me,
I will not only
leave this house,
I will leave all of racing
and become a sad,
pathetic pet.
Like you three losers.
Okay, Harold, you beat
this guy before.
If you don't give him
a rematch and beat him again,
we'll be stuck
with him forever.
-Okay.
-All right, you're on.
Harold will give you
your stupid rematch.
(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
I'm going to get
my championship back.
See you at the track, losers.
Wow!
Man, what a jerk.
What's a rematch?
Hmm, okay, Harold,
we know you can beat
this guy,
but you gotta be
in some semblance
of shape.
I believe in you, buddy,
one lap around the block.
Let's rock
(WHISTLES)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
Come on, Harold!
You can do this.
Come on, Harold.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Yes, yes, I can.
(PANTING)
Get up, Harold, get up!
In a sec. I'm just gonna
rest my eyes a little, okay?
-(SNORING)
-Hmm.
Ah!
(SUCKING)
-Whoo!
-Hey!
New approach. Run!
(EXCLAIMING)
This is my life now.
(SNIFFING)
What's that smell,
sausages?
-It's your tail.
-Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, so close.
Sausages.
(MUNCHING)
Take that.
A little more.
(PANTING)
Are we almost there?
Oh. (GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Mind over matter.
(BOTH CHEERING)
Oh, no!
It's nice of you all
to show up,
to see me win.
(ALL GROANING)
All right, Harold,
Bunn's got some nice
juicy sausages
waiting for you
at the finish line.
Sausage? Oh, no thanks.
I'm stuffed.
You're stuffed?
But what's gonna motivate
you to race?
If you don't beat Wilhelm,
he'll never leave us alone.
Ah, Harold, are you ready
to eat my dust?
No, I couldn't possibly eat
another thing, Wiener.
I hope you're ready for me
to become your new roommate,
after I beat you soundly.
Remember, if you lose,
you have to leave us alone
and retire.
Well, this round mound
has to beat me first.
(LAUGHS) Oh, he will. Somehow.
-(BELL DINGING)
-DOG: Go!
(PANTING)
Oh, no!
What are we gonna do?
Ah!
Get off!
What are you doing?
(SCREAMS)
Someone, help!
Oh no, Chester.
My friend Chester needs help.
I'll save you!
DOG: Cat.
(ALL CLAMORING)
(PANTS) I'm coming,
Chester.
Coming.
(SCREAMS)
-Hang on, buddy.
-No!
Gotcha!
-(ALL CHEERING)
-(FANFARE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
Way to go, Harold.
No, no!
No, no, no, no, no!
-No!
-(ALL LAUGHING)
(ALL CHEERING)
DOG: Loser.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Thanks for saving me, Harold.
Well, you wouldn't have
had to if Bunnicula
hadn't put me
-in harm's way.
-It worked, didn't it?
Well, it worked,
didn't it?
I guess it did.
GIRL: Want tea,
lovie, lovie,
Wilhelm?
ALL: Lovie, lovie, Wilhelm?
(GIGGLES) You're my
fancy, widdle puppy,
aren't you?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
(HUMMING)
(SNIFFING)
Mmm, you know
what the best part
of our afternoon walks
is, Harold?
Marking our territory?
Ew, gross.
And no, being out
in the sun means
there's no Bunnicula,
and no Bunnicula means
that I can totally relax.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(ROARS)
-(SCREAMS)
-(LAUGHING)
Ugh.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Huh? (SNIFFING)
Huh?
(FANFARE MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
(GREYHOUND LAUGHING)
How's the view of my tail?
Losers.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, I hate that guy.
(HAROLD GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Hey, you guys
smell it too, huh?
(CHUCKLES LOUDLY)
What?
What is this?
Who are you?
Oh, hey, my name's Harold.
Excuse me.
Harold?
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Sausages!
Yes, so good
Hey, what happened, champ?
Or should I say, chump?
(LAUGHS)
You watch your mouth,
third place.
There must be some
type of mistake.
Oh, yeah, sure,
mistake. (SNORTS)
-(ALL LAUGHING)
-This guy.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Just, uh, making my way
through the nice dogs.
Hey, give me five, my man.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
What type of trickery
is this?
My name is Wilhelm,
and I'm supposed to be
the wiener!
-You're a wiener?
-No.
I'm not a wiener,
I'm a wiener.
So, you
Want a wiener?
No, I do not,
I am a wiener!
So, you're not gonna
eat this?
Eee
Yoink.
And that
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CHUCKLES)
All right, I think that's
quite enough sausages
for one day, Harold.
-Let's go home.
-Hold on, fur face.
Your chunky friend here
illegally entered my race
and made it look like
I lost.
I want a rematch,
and I want it now!
-Huh?
-Get back in time,
we can watch the end
ofReal Business Women.
(GROWLING)
(SNORING)
Huh? Oh.
(YAWNS) Hello,
what's your name?
What's my name
I I'm Wilhelm.
We raced yesterday?
How could you not remember?
You beat me.
(LAUGHS) I beat you
in a race?
-(WILHELM GROWLING)
-You must be pretty bad.
I am the best,
and after our rematch,
you will see, I am
the biggest wiener.
Wiener? (GASPS)
Oh, that's right.
You're that wiener
dog guy.
Good seeing you again,
wiener. Okay, see ya.
(SNORING)
I am going nowhere
until you give me
a rematch.
I'm in bed now, so
(EXCLAIMING)
You take my championship,
so now I take your bed.
-But, Wiener, we
-(GROWLING)
You'll get your bed back
when you beat me
in a rematch.
Now back off, big boy.
It's time for my beauty sleep.
Looks like we have a problem.
(HUMMING)
(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
(RECORD SCRATCHING)
Hate to step in, fur ball,
check out my turntable skills.
-CHESTER: Hey.
-Scratchy, scratchy.
Hey, you're scratching it.
I will stop when Harold
agrees to a rematch.
(IMITATES RECORD SCRATCHING)
Scratch.
-(LAUGHS)
-And to think
I have been beaten by
such a fat and lazy canine.
Is this how you train?
Uh, no, that's not a train,
that's me playing ball.
What is this "playing"?
I have no time
for such childishness!
When I train,
I train to win.
Because if I don't win,
I might as well retire.
Maybe retirement
wouldn't be that bad,
you don't seem too happy.
Oh, yeah, maybe
I'll go home to my owner
(SARCASTICALLY) and we have
a fun little tea party
where I dress
in frilly clothes.
One lump or two,
Wilhelm?
Phooey!
Hmm, an eight-letter word
for sausage that starts
with a "K".
Kielbasa, hah!
I beat your silly game.
-I always win.
-Oh, will you please
stop messing with us
and just leave?
I'm staying right here
until Harold beats me
in a rematch.
-(DOOR CLOSES)
-MINA: Hey, guys, I'm home!
Mina!
Oh, yeah? Well, Mina's here
and she's gonna toss you
right out.
We'll see about that.
-You guys have a new friend?
-(WILHELM BARKS)
-Do you need a home?
-(WHIMPERING)
Oh, you can stay right here
as long as you want,
little mister.
(LAUGHS CUNNINGLY)
Oh.
You can share Harold's bed
and his food.
Ooh, I'll get you a bowl now.
Oh, come on.
You already have my bed,
don't take my food, too,
Wiener!
I don't want your food,
I'm a world-class runner.
I eat healthy.
(MUNCHING AND GULPING)
(GROWLS)
(GROWLS)
Oh, help me!
(LAUGHS) Here you go,
little cutie.
We'll take good care of you.
Oh, I'd be so upset
if something happened
to you.
-BUNNICULA: Grrr.
-You have to leave now.
-Grrr.
-Nope.
I'm staying here
forever, unless Harold
gives me a rematch!
Okay, but if Harold wins,
you go.
Pfft! If that tub
of lard beats me,
I will not only
leave this house,
I will leave all of racing
and become a sad,
pathetic pet.
Like you three losers.
Okay, Harold, you beat
this guy before.
If you don't give him
a rematch and beat him again,
we'll be stuck
with him forever.
-Okay.
-All right, you're on.
Harold will give you
your stupid rematch.
(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
I'm going to get
my championship back.
See you at the track, losers.
Wow!
Man, what a jerk.
What's a rematch?
Hmm, okay, Harold,
we know you can beat
this guy,
but you gotta be
in some semblance
of shape.
I believe in you, buddy,
one lap around the block.
Let's rock
(WHISTLES)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
Come on, Harold!
You can do this.
Come on, Harold.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Yes, yes, I can.
(PANTING)
Get up, Harold, get up!
In a sec. I'm just gonna
rest my eyes a little, okay?
-(SNORING)
-Hmm.
Ah!
(SUCKING)
-Whoo!
-Hey!
New approach. Run!
(EXCLAIMING)
This is my life now.
(SNIFFING)
What's that smell,
sausages?
-It's your tail.
-Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, so close.
Sausages.
(MUNCHING)
Take that.
A little more.
(PANTING)
Are we almost there?
Oh. (GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Mind over matter.
(BOTH CHEERING)
Oh, no!
It's nice of you all
to show up,
to see me win.
(ALL GROANING)
All right, Harold,
Bunn's got some nice
juicy sausages
waiting for you
at the finish line.
Sausage? Oh, no thanks.
I'm stuffed.
You're stuffed?
But what's gonna motivate
you to race?
If you don't beat Wilhelm,
he'll never leave us alone.
Ah, Harold, are you ready
to eat my dust?
No, I couldn't possibly eat
another thing, Wiener.
I hope you're ready for me
to become your new roommate,
after I beat you soundly.
Remember, if you lose,
you have to leave us alone
and retire.
Well, this round mound
has to beat me first.
(LAUGHS) Oh, he will. Somehow.
-(BELL DINGING)
-DOG: Go!
(PANTING)
Oh, no!
What are we gonna do?
Ah!
Get off!
What are you doing?
(SCREAMS)
Someone, help!
Oh no, Chester.
My friend Chester needs help.
I'll save you!
DOG: Cat.
(ALL CLAMORING)
(PANTS) I'm coming,
Chester.
Coming.
(SCREAMS)
-Hang on, buddy.
-No!
Gotcha!
-(ALL CHEERING)
-(FANFARE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
Way to go, Harold.
No, no!
No, no, no, no, no!
-No!
-(ALL LAUGHING)
(ALL CHEERING)
DOG: Loser.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Thanks for saving me, Harold.
Well, you wouldn't have
had to if Bunnicula
hadn't put me
-in harm's way.
-It worked, didn't it?
Well, it worked,
didn't it?
I guess it did.
GIRL: Want tea,
lovie, lovie,
Wilhelm?
ALL: Lovie, lovie, Wilhelm?
(GIGGLES) You're my
fancy, widdle puppy,
aren't you?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)