Mr. Blick:
Look!
Waffle:
[gasps] A finger!
Waffle:
Splee!
Mr. Blick:
Hovis! My important hat!
Hovis:
And what hat would that be, sir?
Mr. Blick:
The one that lets everyone know what I am!
[gives him a beanie with spinning top]
Mr. Blick:
I have an idea!
Waffle:
I have an idea, too!
Mr. Blick:
What's your idea?
Waffle:
To listen to your idea!
Mr. Blick:
Soon enough I will fulfill my dream of going to China. Land of the geisha.
Waffle:
That's Japan.
Mr. Blick:
Land of miso soup.
Waffle:
That's Japan.
Mr. Blick:
Land of cherry trees.
Waffle:
That's still Japan.
Mr. Blick:
Ah, China.
Gordon:
That trip to China is mine. Land of the samurai.
Waffle:
That's Japan.
Gordon:
Of Mount Fuji.
Waffle:
That's Japan.
Gordon:
Land of French fries.
Waffle:
That's... Canada?
Mr. Blick:
It's not always about winning, Waffle. It's about beating the other losers!
Mr. Blick:
[to Chumpy Chums, sweetly at first] Chumpy Chums, neighbors, let's see, we worked hard, played fair, and we *creamed* you! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Zinga!
[he begins to roll on the ground and pull on his tongue so that the rest of his body parts sink into his body]
Mr. Blick:
Whoa! Whoa! Where do you think you're going, dipmaster?
Waffle:
We're alive!
Barkmeat:
This isn't over! The struggle between your kind and my kind will continue on until only one is left! Evil aside, you're pretty okay. For a cat.
Giant Squid:
Gordon Quid, you have defeated me in battle. therefore, as per the rules of the sea, I am obligated to grant you one wish.
Gordon:
Mighty Kraken, I wish for a new tail!
Giant Squid:
So be it.
Gordon:
Wait! I wish for a new tail for my brother... Mr. Blik.
Mr. Blick:
Gordon, are you sure about this?
Gordon:
Take it, Blik. I realize now I don't need a big bushy tail to prove I'm a whole cat.
Mr. Blick:
I don't know what to say except...
[he points to his behind]
Mr. Blick:
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[he gets zapped and gets his tail back]
Mr. Blick:
Ohh, did you miss me?
Giant Squid:
You are a brave opponent, Gordon Quid. Maybe someday, we will meet again in battle. Until then, heigh-ho, Kraken!
[he floats up to the sky]
Gordon:
Heigh-ho, Kraken!
Mr. Blick:
The Kraken ate my tail!
Waffle:
Hello class of ' Today, we say goodbye to our school but we say hello to our future... makin' French Fries!
Mr. Blick:
[the two are dressed as a unicorn, and Waffle is dropping eggs] What are you doing?
Waffle:
I'm laying eggs. It's so we can find our way back!
Mr. Blick:
Unicorns don't lay eggs!
Waffle:
Oh, yeah? And how do *you* know?
Mr. Blick:
Because *I'm* in the head. It's where the brains are. Now come on!
[Mr. Blick pulls on the ship's wheel and Waffle pulls on the other end]
Waffle:
I'm not leaving without Gordon! It's my ship too!
Mr. Blick:
Well, I'm taking control of it; it's called Mutiny!
Waffle:
Well, if you can mutiny, so can I. I mutiny, mutiny!
Mr. Blick:
Then I mutiny, mutiny, mutiny!
Waffle:
Then I mutiny, mutiny, mutiny, mutiny!
[both continue to shout "mutiny" over and over]
[the race has begun and Waffle idles at the starting line]
Mr. Blick:
Go, Waffle, go!
Gordon:
Waffle!
Waffle:
Gotta be safe with my little newt buddy on board.
Mr. Blick:
Go, go go! Waffle, come on!
Gordon:
Forget the newt!
Waffle:
Safety first for my little newty newt newt.
Hovis:
I asked for toast.
Gordon:
Yes, well, a little problem with the toaster.
[Gordon screams as the toaster short-circuits and blows up part of the house]
Barkmeat:
[flames develop and a dark shadow of Barkmeat appears] Who dares enter the sanctity of my domain? Name yourself.
Waffle:
W-W-Waffle. Wh-who are you?
Barkmeat:
History has given me many names. You may call me...
[Shrimpy dog arrives]
Barkmeat:
Barkmeat.
Gordon:
I'm afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our tiny paws. I mean it's not like we can dress up as girls and crash the party.
Mr. Blick:
Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!
Waffle:
Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*!
[giggles giddily]
Mr. Blick:
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Gordon:
Aye, bag of bees.
[Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and sticks it on Waffle's head]
Waffle:
Hello, bees, how are you?
[Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle screaming in pain]
Waffle:
[to a statue, as Karate Cat] You have brought evil to my garden, *Garden-Eviler*!
Mr. Blick:
Well, Waffle, I hope you've learned something from all this.
Waffle:
I have, Mr. Blick. I guess I should just be myself and not who others want me to be.
Gordon:
But, laddie, no-one wanted you to be a dog.
Waffle:
Oh, well I guess I didn't learn anything then. *Splee*!
Mr. Blick:
Remember this historic moment, boys, 'cause we're going to the moon!
Waffle:
Woo-hoo! Zero-G basketball! Pop a wheelie!
Hovis:
Have fun, boys.
Mr. Blick:
Hovis, from now on, you shall refer to us as catstronauts.
Hovis:
That sounds painful.
Barkmeat:
I eat fear for breakfast. I spread fear on a bagel, with a little jam and nuts.
Gordon:
He's gone. Waffle has run off. Do you think he can survive out there all alone?
Mr. Blick:
Are you kidding? A sack of ham stands a better chance.
Gordon:
Hovis, have you ever had a strong longing for something but thought it would never come true?
[behind them, Mr. Blik falls off a ladder]
Hovis:
It just did.
Hovis:
Might I suggest a better way?
Mr. Blick:
Better ways are for saps.
Mr. Blick:
[pulling on the service bell] Hovis! Someone answer the bell! Hovis!
[Hovis falls on Mr. Blik from above]
Mr. Blick:
Hovis, where were you?
Hovis:
Fixing the bell.
Gordon:
Now what's the moral of this story?
Mr. Blick:
To get rocks from the moon so I can win the cook-off!
Waffle:
I thought it was never trust a seal lady.
Barkmeat:
What are you?
Waffle:
I'm a dog. So I guess that makes us brothers, right?
Barkmeat:
Fear is my brother, destruction my sister and pestilence my third cousin twice removed.
Waffle:
Wow, big family.
Mr. Blik:
How did this happen?
Gordon:
Well, it wasn't us, Blik. I was preparin' the food, and Waffle was making dip.
Waffle:
Right. Green cookbook, blue room.
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Right.
[pause]
Gordon:
Laddie, I said *blue* cookbook, *green* room. Green cookbook, blue room is... *The Scottish Book of the Dead!*
Waffle:
Oh. That explains the long and mysterious incantation with sour cream.
Gordon:
[reminiscing about Mrs. Cramdilly] Do you remember when she found us, curled up with our ma in the laundry hamper?
Mrs. Cramdilly:
[in a flashback] My, look at you, so brave and proud!
Gordon:
That was the day *I* became her favorite.
Mr. Blik:
*You?* Her favorite? Hah! *I* was the favorite. It was me.
Waffle:
Nuh-uh. I was. She let me sleep on her head!
Mr. Blik:
I call my kingdom... Blikland!
Gordon:
And I call my kingdom... Gordontown!
Waffle:
And I call my kingdom... Gordontown!
Gordon:
Finished! It's the world's most beautiful lime-gelatin sculpture of a Human Kimberly ever!
Hovis:
I'm sure of that. Best two weeks of my life.
Gordon:
I'm attempting to train bacon to walk. Imagine it, Blik: a world where bacon could walk straight into your mouth.
Waffle:
Hello, Mr. Blik!
Mr. Blik:
[jumps in surprise] Waffle! Where were you? I was sopping wet.
Gordon:
And after you've finished with Blik, I need you to wash the pants I made for my bacon.
Mr. Blik:
Mission Control, set up at the park for the cookoff. The catstronauts will meet you there.
Hovis:
Oh... you're coming back?
Mr. Blik:
[to Katilda] Who are you, She-Cat? You, who fell into my arms with nary a clue. Be you angel? Princess?
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