? 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 has wit and Yakko yaks ?
? Wakko packs away the snacks ?
? Our careers have made comebacks ?
? We're Animaniacs! ?
? Meet Pinky and the Brain who want to rule the universe ?
? A brand new cast who tested well in focus group research ?
? Gender balanced, pronoun neutral ?
? And ethnically diverse ?
? The trolls will say we're so passé, but we did meta first ?
? We're Animaniacs ?
? You should see our new contracts ?
? We're zany to the max, there's baloney in our slacks ?
? We're animan-ey, totally insane-y ?
? May cause migraine-y's ?
? Animaniacs! Those are the facts ?
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Now, let's see.
Marshmallows.
Graham crackers.
And... No! No no no!
I forgot the chocolate!
What's the point of a camping trip without s'mores?
Excuse me, but you cannot be here.
Hey! Maybe this guy's got some chocolate.
Yeah, Mister! You got any chocolate?
Please?
What? No!
Why not?
Because this is not Wonka Willy's playtime!
This is the Greek Games!
So it is.
And I am Nils Niedhart,
the overwhelming favorite to win
all the gold medals!
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Hey, look!
Foil-wrapped chocolates!
So fancy.
Looks like we're gonna have to become
'gold meddlers!'
- Title of the sketch? - Title of the sketch.
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It's starting! Okay, bye-bye!
No squatters in the stadium until after games are over.
That's when the urban decay sets in.
This is so...
"in tents!"
Ladies and gentlemen,
say hello to the best athletes in the world.
Yah! Hello!
Nils Niedhart coming through!
Get over it, no big deal. JK!
Very big deal!
- Nils! Nils! Nils! - I love you, Nils!
Thank you, but I'm already in a serious relationship
with my biceps, Ronald and Matilda.
And my pecs, Mooby and Highbeam.
And my calves, Ambush and Bazooka!
Yeah!
Nils! Nils! Nils!
- Outta the way! - One side, coming through. - Excuse me!
I thought I told you to go away!?
We did! We went to London,
Cairo,
the Great Wall of China!
I found myself in Paris.
Athletes are the only peoples allowed here!
Just look at you!
Your legs are like the stems of a very vulnerable flower!
Hey! Don't pluck on my leg,
you lazily rendered stereotype!
We most certainly are athletes.
But you don't have a flag!
Oh, boy. This is gonna hurt.
See? Flag!
Well, pal, looks like we'll be competitors.
May the best man win.
First up, organized falling,
also known as the high dive.
Nils! Nils! Nils! Nils! Nils!
Dear, the crowd seems to be confused.
Yes. On the list of funny names I've written for him,
I see his name is Bills Beefheart.
A common mistake. Bills Beefheart was his father.
Tragic story there,
but this guy's name is Grilled Cheese Art!
Ahoy!
Nils! Nils! Nils!
An impressive moonwalk, but don't you feel it's a little dated?
It is, but this is a reboot of a '90s show.
Touché.
The Burt Reynolds.
More dated, and even more impressive.
Nils! Nils! Nils!
10's across the board!
That's gonna be tough to beat.
Mathematically impossible, in fact.
Luckily, our next competitor can't do math.
Yakko Warner from Burbank!
Yakko really depends on the support of his family.
I recently spoke to his brother.
And I recently spoke to his sister. They both agree...
He can't swim!
It appears Yakko Warner has broken the sound barrier
- upon re-entry. - That's right, Dot.
Both physically impossible and tough to beat.
No!
Boy, this guy is very serious about winning.
It must be amazing chocolate in those medals!
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Equestrian.
The event where the horse does all the work,
and the human takes all the credit.
You know a lot about taking all the credit,
Mister Countries-of-the-World Song.
Knishenkugel, let's "yump" for some gold medals, yah?
You like that, huh?
Yump! Yump!
We are yumping! Yumping!
Not bad,
but the judges may deduct for comical mispronunciation.
Hey, little girl!
Your pony's stubby body
is an affront to nature.
A hushed silence here. The crowd is stunned
by the presence of the mythical creature Pegasus.
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I am the Pegasus, last of my kind.
I come bearing horrible tidings of war from the nether dimensions...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Less talky, more flappy.
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And next, tennis for the un-athletic,
ping pong!
Our competitors tonight: For Burbank, Wakko Warner.
For Lichtenstein, Gils Braveheart.
Nils Niedhart!
Yeah, like we said. Peels Play-dart
They mock what they do not understand.
My name.
Power!
You cannot eat the sports balls!
Oops, sorry.
I forgot my table manners.
Under section 31 of the rulebook,
it states one can, technically,
consume and regurgitate the ball in play.
I'm as baffled as you are, folks,
but the rules are the rules.
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That's it!
No more Herr Nice Guy!
Volleyball, the sport for tall people who can't dribble.
- I can't watch! - I can!
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Discus, when you absolutely, positively have to throw a plate.
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High jump, now legal in 12 US states.
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- Wow, that was fun. - And we've got enough chocolate
to make s'mores for the rest of our lives!
Hey, wait a minute!
These aren't chocolate.
It's gold!
What a rip-off.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
What are we supposed to do with all these junky pieces of metal?
It's not fair!
I'm the champion! I'm the best!
I'm Nils Niedhart!
Maybe we pushed him too far.
Nah, he had it coming.
Hey, fella, come on now. It can't be that bad. What's the matter?
You! You are the matter!
You know, technically, we're all matter.
Made of star stuff. That's what's so remarkable...
This is not Ted's Talk! Go away, planet man!
Alright. See you around the cosmos.
Really puts things into perspective.
Yeah. I feel like I'm back in Paris.
All I wanted was the medals.
Why couldn't I have the medals!?
You want the medals?
Ready?
Ready!
Nils? The medals?
- They're too heavy. - Quick! Get rid of them!
Never! I'm keeping them forever!
Okay. Have it your way.
Bye!
Gee, Brain, what do you want to 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 ?
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Why would they call it congressional recess
if I can't even play on the big kids' swings?
Senator Garp? A gift from your friends at Shlockheed Marvin.
Our company's latest project.
A genetically enhanced mouse.
It can even operate a switchboard.
I thought that was something only women could do.
I also brought one from our makeup testing facility.
Well, thanks,
but you know I can't accept gifts from lobbyists.
You kill me.
We're working on it.
You see that, Pinky?
Every Senator is seedy and corrupt.
I will use this corruption to my advantage.
I shall blackmail every politician
until I'm the only one left, and the world is mine!
But first...
Look! A firetruck is outside,
and they're giving every good boy a free ride.
Me first! Me first!
I too go firetruck!?
No, Pinky.
You must help me assume Senator Garp's identity
so I can wield his power for my own nefarious ends.
Remember. As far as the public is concerned,
this office stands for integrity,
honesty, and transparency.
Using this suit, I will masquerade as Garp
and blackmail every Senator with a campaign of lies and deception
until I get my way.
But, Brain, you always told me that lying makes hair grow on your palms.
In politics, Pinky, lies are just
facts that haven't been repeated enough yet.
And if you don't believe that now, you will soon because...
lies are just facts that haven't been repeated enough yet.
Ain't that the truth!
Senator Smith!
Is that the Cancerous Meat Distribution Act I see?
Hand it over.
Why would I do that? You're not on the Ways and Means committee.
I will be once you resign and give me your chairmanship.
I thought I had that booger killed!
Wait until they see where you wiped it!
You win this time, Garp,
but I'll have the last laugh.
Dang it!
- Here's your coffee, Senator Garp. - Thanks. Who are you?
I'm Brie, Senator. I've worked here for 10 months.
Sorry, I'm bad with the names of people I don't care about.
Like that guy.
Actually, my name is Guy! Thanks for remembering.
Bad example. Like, that page over there.
Sorry, my name is Paige.
With an "I," but I'm still taking it.
Fine. Like that no-name.
So, funny story...
Silence!
Are you okay? You're very pale.
Also, did your head get real tiny?
It's nothing. Just a cold.
Blech!
This coffee is terrible!
Someone ought to destabilize Guatemala,
so we can get some decent beans around here!
Actually, put that in my planner.
And get me a new coffee!
With mayonnaise, and add some canned ham!
This is the '50s!
Right away, sir.
10 resignations in 10 days.
I'll be ruling the world in no time at all!
I'm having a good time, too, Brain!
I'm binge-watching this new show!
The purple one's in love with the yellow one,
but the green one keeps getting in the way!
It's so dramatic!
Senator Garp, here's your new...
Poit!
Everyone! There's something going on with Senator Garp!
I saw him talking to a... a mouse!
Whoops, wrong end.
Blast that intern. If she's seen you, she knows too much.
This is all my fault.
Remember when you asked if I would rather fly or be invisible,
and I said fly?
Well, I've been paying for it ever since!
We must think fast, Pinky.
- Are you pondering what I'm pondering? - I think so, Brain,
but what does a steam-powered giraffe even eat?
It was at least this big,
with red glowing eyes like a Communist!
Hold on! There are no mice in my office.
You must have just seen my Italian friend here.
Aloha!
I know what I saw.
Hey, has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like a mouse?
Scrambled eggs!
Everyone calm down!
I have nothing to do with mice.
Look, we hate mice. Even more than you do!
Yeah? Prove it!
If there are mice in this Congress,
I will find them and destroy them...
faster than you can say, "Clams casino!"
Psst, hey, Brain.
Isn't it true, and correct me if I'm wrong,
but aren't we mice?
It's the oldest rule of politics, Pinky.
When you are the target, create a bigger target somewhere else.
- We need a scapegoat. - A scapegoat!
Brain, Brain, can we keep him?
I promise to feed him and walk him and do goat noises with him.
Last night, as head of the newly formed
Committee on Un-human Activities,
Senator Garp charged another Senator
with the crime of being a mouse.
I have in my hand a list of dozens of Senators
who are card-carrying mice!
As Senator Garp investigates, we must ask ourselves
what will be the consequences of this purge?
Until tomorrow, good night and night good.
- Do you hear that, Pinky? - No, Brain.
- I don't hear a thing. - Exactly. I have secured the resignations
of the entire Senate.
There's no one left to oppose me!
The Senate is empty!
It's so quiet, I can finally hear me-self think.
? Tickle, tickle, jab, jab! ?
? That's how to fight a pirate crab! ?
Yes, Pinky. Enjoy this moment.
Our end is in sight.
What are you still doing here?
And what are you doing in my office?
I was just dropping off some papers.
I took out the odd pages because I can't even.
Zort! That was a close one, Brain.
Too close, my friend.
I'd forgotten about Brie, but she is clearly onto us.
We need to do something about her.
Say no more.
I shall make her a 'you're doing a great job, Brie' cake.
Make it a devil's food cake, Pinky,
because I am going to put her through hell!
Tell us, Brie.
It says here that you are from Wisconsin,
famed for its production of cheese!
Sure am. That's why I'm named Brie.
Interesting. Please note for the record
that cheese is a favorite food
of mice!
How dare you! You have no decency, sir!
Sure, we love cheese, but why wouldn't we?
It's melty and delicious. You can have it in...
in a casserole, sprinkle it on your chili!
Now, I'm just a simple girl from Wisconsin,
but in my opinion, being anti-cheese is downright anti-American!
What do y'all think?
Wait! You can't question my loyalty!
My chief of staff will vouch for me.
- Bonjour. - Mr. Pinky,
in your expert Italian opinion,
- am I an American? - Gosh.
Well, sure, Brain!
I-I mean Senator Gorp... Garp!
Did you just call him 'Brain?'
I'll remind you, Mr. Pinky, that you are under oath!
Come on, Pinky. Tell them.
Fine!
I'm a mouse!
He's not Italian!
I'm as shocked as you all are!
But you're a mouse, too, Brain!
The real Senator is outside.
Arrest those mice!
Time to make our escape, Pinky.
I'm sorry I cracked under the pressure, Brain!
I was so tired of the lies!
Water under the bridge, my friend!
We must prepare for tomorrow night!
Why, Brain? What are we going to do tomorrow night?
The same thing we do every night, Pinky!
Try to take over the world...
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Good evening, and welcome
to Math-terpiece Theater.
Tonight, a tale of betrayal...
of madness...
of a woman struggling for her very right to live.
Nancy has five apples.
She loses two apples.
How many apples does Nancy have?
Mama? You brought food?
The baby is sick.
John, we meet again.
You know I'm duty bound to protect those apples, Nancy.
I shall never yield to you.
You can't run forever, Nancy!
Not from the law!
The only law I know
is the one that compels me to feed my children!
And now, I only have...
Three apples.
Gripping.
Next time on Math-terpiece Theater...
Train A, traveling 40 miles per hour,
left the station at 2:45?
Heaven help us!
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