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: Way to swashle 'em, Buck.
: Wouldn't you love to be a swashbuckler, Eleroo? Eleroo
: Me? I couldn't swash my way out of a belt buckle.
: So until next week this is Buckswashler saying, there's nothing to fear when a swashbuckler is near. Bumblelion
: Or a Bumbleswashler.
[runs out on the gymnastics bar and swings several times but lands in a siting position
: Whoops. Better make that Stumbleswashler.
: Don't touch that line, Moosel! Moosel
: Why not? I just caught dinner. Bumblelion
: That Sharkosaurus will probably *want* you for dinner. Moosel
: SHARKOSAURUS? Ohhhh, noo! Bumblelion
: Lucky for you, Bumbleswashler is near!
[jumps in the water causing Moosel to hide his face
: OK, reel me in! Moosel
: Big deal. That's a Minnowshark. Bumblelion
: Well, yeah, b-but he'll think twice before messing with me again.
[it makes to bite him, causing him to jerk back in fear; Moosel sighs
: Look out! There's a horrible Dingbat behind ya! Narrator
: For those of you who think the only dingbats in this show are Bumblelion and Eleroo, allow me to explain that a Dingbat is part dingo dog, part bat, and ugly all over.
: Goin' somewhere? Bumblelion
: Yeah. Over to Butterbear's. Hoppopotamus
: Well, what's that little Wuzzle got that I don't? Bumblelion
: Pumpkinberry pie.
: Willy Wuzzles!
: Butterbear will be so grateful. She'll smother me with -
[Hoppo stops him
: It's the new hip Hoppo. Don'cha think I look positively Wuzzerful? Bumblelion
: Ya sure do. Where's the costume party?
: [he rummages through Butterbear's closet
] Bumblelion, what's gotten ito you? Bumblelion
: Saving Butterbear, that's what.
: What would Buckswashler do? The backstroke, butterfly, or freestyle? Wait. This is *Bumble*swashler. And I CAN'T SWIIIM!
: We thought the evil vampire witch had ya. Butterbear
: And who do ya think I am, the Tooth Fairy?
: Sheesh. Isn't anything easy around here?
: [not noticing the Gorantula come behind where she acts in the window
] Bumblelion! Help! Save me! Bumblelion
: H-H- H- H- HOPPO! Hoppopotamus
: What's his trip? Hm. Maybe I'm too convincing.
[feeling the feeling tapping her
: Bug off. This is my big moment... Look. One damsel in distress at a time. Take a number.
: What would Buckswashler do at a time like this? He'd go to a commercial, that's what.
: CAn't you whip up a potion to, shrink it? Transylvia
: Ooh, don't push me, shorty!
: You mean you picked me up in your arms and carried me to safety, just like Buckswashler did with Daintybelle? Bumblelion
: Well... something like that.
: All right then. I'll go to the castle. I'll wrestle that monster. I'll get those butterberries and make Wuz safe for Wuzlkind. But there's one thing I need you ladies to do... Butterbear
: What? Bumblelion
: [whimper after another Gorantula roar
] Talk me outta this.
: Surely you don't expect me to wade through that. I'll ruin my hooficure. Bumblelion
: OK. Then you wait here. I'll rescue Butterbelle - uh, Butterbear myself. Hoppopotamus
: Butterbelle? Over my dead potamus!
: The Terrified Forest needs a wicked vampire witch. Transylvia
: So? If you know one, give *her* the job.
: YAAA! Who's that hideous, disgustingly ugly person; luuch! Transylvia
: Oh. You wure know how to sweet-talk a lady.
: Let's watch the basebow game.
: Aren't these roller-skis a scream? Eleroo
] You took the words right outta my mouth.
: [Hoppo manages to catch her cake that slipped out of his hand when he vaulted into the air
] Phew! That was close. Bumblelion
: Nah - a piece of cake.
: The brakes! Where are the brakes, Bumblelion? Bumblelion
: [crashes into the Wuz Burger
] That's the brakes.
: I've got the skinniest piggy-wallet in town.
: [of Rhinokey
] He's funny and always has money.
: What's shaking? Rhinokey
: [Extends his hand as though to shake but gives him a fake hand
] Not me.
: [the restaurant is out of not only dessert but food after Eleroo's order
] Then I'll take the check, before he eats that.
: [gets sprayed with water when he rings Rhinokey's bell to pay back his loan
] The things I put up with for a few bucks. Eleroo
: [seeing him knocking on a panel in the door and getting a horn blaring in his ear
] I guess money never comes easy.
: [Sees the police car
] Looks like someone's in trouble. Narrator
: And I bet it's Rhinokey. He's probably guilty of assault with a deadly punchline.
: Do you have to know everything? Hopopotamus
: Of course.
: And think of all the high-class upscale friends I'll meet. Hopopotamus
: And what am I - small change? Bumblelion
: Nothing small about *you*, Hoppo.
: When it comes to money some of us have it, and most of you, don't. Hopopotamus
: I think I'll let *him* have it!
: Well, now that my bank account's grown, so have my tastes. Eleroo
: Yeah, and so has your head.
: The money *has* changed ya, Bumblelion. Bumblelion
: Naturally. But only for the better, Eleroo. Better clothes, better car... Eleroo
: *I'd* better go.
: I thought bein' rich was supposed to be fun. It's boring without your friends.
: They'll be back. All of them. I know it. I hope.
: Hi, Rhinokey. Rhinokey
] How'd you know it was me? Bumblelion
: Who else'd be dressed like that?
: I've become really selfish, haven't I? Moosel
: Oh, I wouldn't say you were selfish, Bumblelion. I'd say... well... wonderful... terrific... sensitive... generous... Nope - selfish is the right word.
: But I sure learned there's one thing money can't buy. Rhinokey
: Yeah. A decent photo on a wanted poster.
: But why'd you get me these, after I treated you so badly? Eleroo
: Well, because we're your friends, whether you're rich or poor. Rhinokey
: Yeah. Besides, they were on sale.
: What costume are you gonna wear this time, Bumblelion? Bumblelion
: Eh, omethin' new. Somethin' original. Somethin' special. Rhinokey
: The same ghost costume again, huh?
: Looking for costumes too? Bumblelion
: Yeah. Somethin' new. Somethin' original. Somethin' special. Butterbear
: The ghost costumes are right over there.
: Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? Rhinokey
: Probably. My head's a blank.
: I have a new bowling bat I could trade for it.
: I'll throw in my soccer mitt!
: Basebowling ball... hockey puckmallet... golf clubracket...
: Butterbear grew it. And she could make cement grow.
: What's Crock doin' moving into a house on Easy Street?
: This is the niftiest kayakite I've ever seen!
: OK, guys. Here're your costumes. Bumblelion
: I hope they're new. Original. Special. Rhinokey
: Not a *ghost* of a chance!
: WEll, Stox are up.
: I learned something too. You can lead a Snorse to water but ya can't get it to sit on a whoppee cushion. Eleroo
: Huh? Rhinokey
: I never was good at learning lessons.
: Don't let 'em bother ya, Bumblelion. Bumblelion
: I'm not lettin' 'em - they're doin' it on their own.
: Flants have a strong instinct for sharing. Bumblelion
: We'll be lucky to get our *own* share.
: [of the Flants
] They should at least bring their own lunch.
: [the ceiling begins to buckle
] What's going on here? Bumblelion
] I'll fill you in later.
: It's Butterbear and Hoppo, with the baby Brahma-bullfinch. Rhinokey
: Yeah, followed by those loonies from the boonies.
: You better not get Bumblelion angry. Bumblelion
: Yeah! Why not? Hopopotamus
: Because you're the toughest Wuzzle on the island. Bumblelion
: On, yeah. I almost forgot.
: OK, back off, everybody. I'm takin' over. YOWWWWW -!
: Boy, some takeover.
: You leave that big bullbird to me. Rhinokey
: That's what I'm afraid of.
: Let me at that Crock. I'll tear 'im up! Crock
] OK, bigmouth, now's your chance.
: You okay, Eleroo? Eleroo
: Oh yeah, sure. Except this funny feeling in my tummy.
: I've felt safer on a runaway merry-go-coaster!
: You said you wanted to get to Hoppo in a hurry. Bumblelion
: Yeah. But I'd like me and my tummy to get there at the same time.
: Why is it my nerves are a wreck, but his cab isn't?
: [he runs over at great speed before the car race
] Wow! Moosel! Are you in training for the Wuzzle Rally?
] Teach me to be a safe driver? That's a good one. Eleroo
: I knew he'd think it was a joke. Bumblelion
: Good luck, Butterbear. Rhinokey
] Wait'll my passengers hear this!
: Oh, Bumblelion, if only I could tell you how sorry I am. Bumblelion
: You could start by helpin' me up! Rhinokey
: You know, it's funny, I can almost hear his little voice in my head. Eleroo
: You wanna hear somethin' funnier? I can hear 'im in your head too.
: [on the branch below the cliff
] I hate to nag, but there's no elevator down here.
: [he's reluctantly agreed to let her sing
] Oh,, Bumblelion, thank you. You won't regret it.
: I already do.
: Mario Antducky is off on an early lead, followed closely by Crock.
: Rhinokey by a nose - uh, horn.
: I really need to stay and practice my basketbowing.
: We'll have to fight fire with fire. Eleroo
: [of a candle
] How's this?
: [of ammunition
] All I have is my makeup bag. Butterbear
: And the food. With Moosel's liver-spinach sandwiches. Bumblelion
: What could be deadlier?
: There's only one thing to do. Moosel
: You're right. Fix the chugboat and head for home. Bumblelion
: No. Hoppo's gotta be rescued. Rhinokey
: But Bumblelion's right. And once we're home we'll call a rescue team to save her.
: I still say we call for that professional rescue team. Bumblelion
: Let's not give up yet. We'll find Hoppo. Rhinokey
: No, I meant for us.
: I-is th-that my h-heart pounding? Eleroo
: No. Bongo drums. And if we follow that, we'll find Hopppo. Rhinokey
: [a volcano errups
] Follow *that* and we'll find Hoppo. Her stomach's growling.
: Oh, Hoppo. I never told you what a good friend you were. Bumblelion
: Or what a good sport you were. Eleroo
: Or what a good actress you were. Rhinokey
: Or what a good dancer, considering how big you were. Hopopotamus
: [from behind
] Another fat joke, huh?
: Well, since you're safe, let's head for home. Hopopotamus
: And give up the royal treatment? This Hoppopotamus isn't stupid.
: But, Hoppo, we need your help fixing Moosel's boat. Rhinokey
: Yeah, no one else can plug the hole.
: [getting off him
] Sorry, Eleroo. Eleroo
: Aw, it's OK. I'm used to bein' on the ground.
: Well, well. It's the well.
: He won't bother us again. Moosel
: For at least twenty minutes.
: If those two wishse were mine, one would be for a unimotorcycle.
: [after the unimotorcycle in his daydream crashes
] Hm. Maybe I should've wished for brakes too.
: Well, I'd like a new boatcar, and a trip to Hollywuz, and a pair of roller-skis, and a ton of honey, and...
: Is it a Whalebird? Bumblelion
: Is it a yachtjet? Moosel
: No, it's... Moosel
: [he lands on them
] OOH! It's Eleroo.
: What's the matter with you two? You look like an Eleroo just dropped out of the sky and landed on ya! Bumblelion
: He did.
: There's nothing over there but a lot of buglewood trees.
: We're saved! Whoopee! Eleroo
: Excuse me, Bumblelion. But how are we gonna get all those logs over to the dam? Bumblelion
: Oh, yeah. An important detail.
: I'm searching my mind for a solution. Rhinokey
: This could be a long wait.
: How fast can you get there are back? Rhinokey
: I dunno. That's a long ride back into town.
[the dam begins leaking some more
: ... I'm outta here...
: What's that awful noise, Bumblelion? Bumblelion
: The dam has sprung a leak. Rhinokey
: Oh, I thought it was somethin' serious. THE DAM HAS SPRUNG A LEAK? Woo, that's serious!
: I hope you're satisfied. Now you've got Rhinokey seeing monster. Moosel
: No, sir, not me. I haven't seen any real monsters. That's Rhinokey's problem now.
: Oh, relax, everybody. There's no monster. You're just gonna have to learn your imagimination. Bumblelion
: Where have I heard that before? Hey, Moosel, this monster is for real! Moosel
: He is? Are you really for real? Eelosaur
: Uh-huh. Moosel
: Really? Well, you're the nicest monster I ever imagined. I m...
: How do ya like my speedy new cab? It's thirty miles to a bale o'hay. Bumblelion
: No one can call ya Pokey Rinokey.
: Crock's cronies. Bumblelion
: Yeah. Real ghosts look like that.
: Last one to trap a ghost is a rotten eggplant.
: This is our home. And you're welcome to stay here, as long as you respect our peace and quiet. Hopopotamus
: Which means: PUT A LID ON THE HUMMING!
: [of the coach
] Hoppo... sn stage... Bumblelion
: What? Is Hoppo auditioning for another play?
: Heigh ho, Swimmer, away!
: Invitations to Mrs. Pedigree's party! Butterbear
: Sorry, but none of you are invited. Bumblelion
: But how come? Hoppopotamus
: Please, allow me, Butterbear... 'CAUSE YOU SLOBS AIN'T GOT NO CLASS!
: Every party has a pooper.
: Moosel, will you quit mocking me? Moosel
: Oh. Sorry, Bumblelion. Bumblelion
: Wait - that's it! Moosel, what a great idea! Moosel
: Yeah, isn't it, though? What idea?
: Did Mr. Goosebear agree to give me another audition? Butterbear
: Yes. He said, on one condition. Hopopotamus
: What was the condition? Bumblelion
: Something about the Wuzzle Desert freezing over?
: That patient has worn my patience thin.
: [reading Hoppo's postcard
] "Dearest Bumblelion..."
[Eleroo and Rhinokey share a grin