Yakko's World of Baldness/opportunity Knox/wings Take Heart

I'm Yakko Warner. I want to shave you bald and spray-paint your head for 19 .95. You can get shaved bald elsewhere and have your head spray painted it'll cost you $100, $200, $300. Yakko Warner's will shave you bald and spray-paint your head for just 19.95. 'Has your head lost its luster and sheen?' 'Hair covering that beautiful chrome dome finish?' 'Just come to Yakko Warner's.' 'We'll use our patented beezer-cut electrolysism' 'and latex-based poster paint' 'guaranty to bring back that showroom sheen.' 'On a bright day your friends will need sunglasses' 'to look at your gleaming cue ball. We'll shave you bald.' You choose your color puce, coral, mustard brown, salmon minty lime, and my own personal favorite, new lavender. 'Not only that we'll give a free wash' 'hot wax at no extra charge.' Aaaahh! What? Don't wanna be shaved? Try our new customized hair-plucking process. 'Wakko Warner will gnaw every hair' 'out of your head with his fair teeth.' As long as you are bald, we're happy. Don't delay. 'Operators are standing by so call for an appointment today.' We'll shave you bald and spray-paint your head for just $19.95. Oh, who are we kidding? We'll shave you bald and spray-paint your head for free! Please, come to Yakko Warner's World of Baldness. I'm not only the president of Yakko Warner's World of Baldness.. [rizzz] ...I'm also annoying. ♪ It's time for animaniacs ♪ ♪ And we're zany to the max ♪ ♪ So just sit back and relax ♪ ♪ You'll laugh till you collapse ♪ ♪ We're animaniacs ♪ ♪ Come join the Warner brothers ♪ ♪ And the Warner sister dot ♪ ♪ Just for fun we run around ♪ ♪ The Warner movie lot ♪ ♪ They lock us in the tower ♪ ♪ Whenever we get caught ♪ ♪ But we break loose and then vamoose ♪ ♪ And now you know the plot ♪ ♪ We're animaniacs ♪ ♪ Dot is cute and Yakko yaks ♪ ♪ Wakko packs away the snacks ♪ ♪ While Bill Clinton plays the sax ♪ ♪ We're animaniacs ♪ ♪ Meet Pinky and the Brain ♪ ♪ Who want to rule the universe ♪ ♪ Good feathers flock together ♪ ♪ Slappy whacks 'em with her purse ♪ ♪ Buttons chases Mindy ♪ ♪ While Rita sings a verse ♪ ♪ The writers flipped, we have no script ♪ ♪ Why bother to rehearse? ♪ ♪ We're animaniacs ♪ ♪ We have pay-or-play contracts ♪ ♪ We're zany to the max ♪ ♪ There's baloney in our slacks ♪ ♪ We're animanee totally insane-y ♪ ♪ Pinky and the Brain-y ♪ ♪ Animaniacs ♪ ♪ Those are the facts ♪ (Pinky) 'Gee, Brain, whaddya wanna do tonight?' The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world. ♪ They're Pinky and the Brain ♪ ♪ Yes, Pinky and the Brain ♪ ♪ One is a genius ♪ ♪ The other's insane ♪ ♪ They're laboratory mice ♪ ♪ Their genes have been spliced ♪ ♪ They're dinky ♪ ♪ They're Pinky and the Brain ♪ ♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪ [theme music] [plop plop plop] ah-choo! A few more steps, I'll have the cure for the common cold. Ah-choo! [Pinky giggling] (Pinky) 'This is going to be great, Brain. Not.' (Brain) 'Quiet, Pinky.' Ah-choo! This should do it. Ah, Ah. It worked! I cured the common cold! Now, Pinky. Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Then again, maybe not. Ah-choo! Well, back to the drawing board. Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Success, Pinky. Egad, Brain, what is this stuff? A new strain of pollen I created myself, Pinky. It causes a temporary but uncontrollable fit of allergic sneezing in man. No human is immune. Do you realize what we'll do with this pollen, Pinky? Um, open a boutique? Yes, that's it, we'll open a boutique and sell ladies clothing and pollen. Egad, Brain, what fun! I like this idea, I do! Ha ha ha. Focus, Pinky, focus! We shall do and no less then go to Fort Knox, Kentucky. Keeper of the nation's gold supply 'there we will expose the guards to our pollen.' And while they're sneezing uncontrollably we'll move into the vault and take the gold! For he who controls this nation's capital controls the nation. Off to Fort Knox. Oh, wait, but isn't the nation's capitol in Washington, D.C.? Capital as in money, Pinky. Come on! But how are we gonna get to fort knox, Brain? We'll simply borrow one of the lab's technological resources. The minivan. Won't we get in trouble, Brain? (Brain) 'Get in trouble?' 'Pinky, we're taking over the world.' Besides, we'll have the van back by 8 a.m. Oh, alright then. Oy! Nice threads, Brain, but, uh, why the disguise? If we are to succeed in our mission I must pass for an average, nondescript motorist, Pinky. So while we're driving, call me Mr. Perkins. Say no more. Brilliant, Brain. Mr. Perkins! Ooh, right, right. Narf! Mr. Perkins. Pinky, start your engine. Hunh! Now depress the brake. 'Yes.' Now I'll shift the transmission into gear and you give it the gas. Hunh! Now, Pinky, let us in the vernacular take this hog out and see who's boss! Pinky, prepare to pass a slow-moving vehicle. Righty-o, Brain. Call me Mr. Perkins! Activate left-turn indicator now! - Let's try that again, Pinky. - Narf! Wrong switch. 'Exemplary work, Pinky.' 'But we're slowing down. Quickly! Step on the gas.' Gas. Check. thud Maintain pedal pressure, Pinky. We're halfway around the freight vehicle. Yeah, breaker, breaker, 1-9. This here's big red here. What's your handle, good buddy? Over. The name's Perkins. Mr. Perkins. Just an average, nondescript motorist. I gotta quit eating them double-onion chili dogs. [belching] [snoring] Huh? Oh. Pinky, I'm in need of some music to keep myself raptly alert. Use the cruise control this time so we don't lose speed. Cruise control on, Br.. Um, Mr. Perkins. [yawning] Stellar, Pinky. Now see if you can locate a local radio station frequency. Narf! Wrong ***. [rock music] Turn off the radio, Pinky. Hey, this ***'s loose. Whaaa! Hoo-hoo, ha ha! What do you know? The lighter works. - The radio, Pinky. - Ooh, right. I almost forgot. Whew! Suddenly I feel downright feverish, I do. Whoo-waaaah! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Ooh, narf! Eee! Zort! Ow! There's no need for you to entertain me personally, Pinky. I'm quite awake now. Kentucky, Pinky. We made it! Alright, Brain! Mr. Perkins. Fort knox is mere miles away. Nothing can stop us now. [police siren blaring] Good evening, officer. Was I exceeding the speed limit? - By about an 100 miles an hour. - I'm sorry. You see, I'm Mr. Perkins, an average, nondescript-- Can I see your license and registration, please. We don't have any. Zort! If you must know, we're two lab mice out to control the world by seizing its gold assets. But when we assume power, rest assured our budget will result in substantial new funding for law enforcement. Oh. Well, you b-best be on your way then. Thank you, officer. Oh, man, I do miss them witless teenage speed demons. It's time to make our move, Pinky. Now, Pinky. Ah-ah, ah-choo! Ah-ah, ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Egad, this is even better than a duck tales episode, Brain. Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Oh, I think so, Brain but balancing family and a career? - Oh, it's all too much for me. - The gold, Pinky. It's all ours. Let's move it out. One, two, three and lift. - Hunnnh. - Hunnnh. I believe my plan has a fatal flaw. clang - I'm in intense pain, Pinky. - Ditto, Brain. Zort! Fear not, Pinky, for the unwieldy atomic weight of gold will not thwart us tomorrow night. Why? What are we doing tomorrow night, Brain? The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world. ♪ They're dinky they're Pinky and the Brain ♪ ♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪♪ Good idea. Stopping to smell the roses. Bad idea. Stopping to feel the roses. The end. [mello music] [orchestral music] plop [snoring] thud [yawning] [music continues] tin tin tin swoosh tin tin bam [fast tempo music] vroom gulp splat spoot thud thud thud wheew splat [truck horn blaring] [music continues] splat spoot clank thud [orchestral music] chirp chirp chirp [yawning] [mumbling] [chirping] [sniffing] [intense music] thud [hissing] chak chak chak creak [intense music] [babbling] tin tin tin [orchestral music] Mwah slap screech It's that time again. To put cucumbers in our ears? To make fun of the Disney channel? No. It's time to learn the days lesson. And to find out what it is we turn to the wheel of morality. Wheel of morality, turn, turn, turn. 'Tell us the lesson that we should learn.' 'Moral number five.' 'And the moral of today's story is.. ...if you 'can't say something nice you are probably at the icescapades. That is so, true. [belching] Excuse, me. [whistle blowing] (together) Yikes. [theme music] Zort!