(knocking)
(thunder sounds)
(nervous laugh)
- Eh-eh, nobody's home.
Guess we have to leave.
- Nonsense.
They just can't hear us over the storm.
This oughta do the trick.
(air horn blows)
(comical music)
- Eh, excuse me, Doc.
But, uh, your gluteus maximus seems to be blocking
my rabbit-us is hole-us.
- Get outta here, you screwy rabbit!
- So, you like painting, eh?
Well, so do I.
Eight ball! Back pocket!
(screams)
- Something the matter here?
- Who are you?
- I'm the daddy and you're some little man in a bunny suit.
- Daddy, daddy!
He tricked me, he tricked me!
- That true, you trick my daughter?
- Well, I, uh...
- He insulted my cooking.
- What's wrong with her cooking?
- Well, I, uh...
- He wouldn't eat my bear biscuits.
- Why, your bear biscuits are delicious!
- He spit them out.
- How do you know you don't like them,
if you didn't have the decency to swallow 'em?
Well, I'm going to show you what we do to weird,
bunny men, with undistinguished, palates.
- Hit him to the sky, Pa, hit him to the sky.
- Oh, please, no, no!
(horn blows)
- What? Five o'clock already.
Well, it's quitting time.
Sorry buddy, union rules, eight hours means eight hours.
- Whew, thank goodness.
- Well, it's your lucky day, bub.
They gave me overtime.
- Ah!
- Say your prayers, vermin!.
- Oh, brother.
- Sorry, doc, I thought I'd change seats.
Hope that's not a problem.
- I'm the only problem you gotta worry about!
- Decided to change again.
(grunts)
- Where'd you-rabbit-ooo
Aha!
- Shouldn't you be seated
with your safety restraint on, mac?
- Hey, I'ma calling the shots here.
- I'm just saying, the first drop is a bit of a lulu.
Whoo-hoo!
(skeleton rattles)
How's this for the final blow?
(whistling)
(crows cawing)
- You are going to make me a hat!
- Oh, now I get it.
Well, come on.
Now, ah, what kind of hat do you want, doc?
Something chic?
Something sporty? Something youthful?
Flirtatious? Something fruity? Something cheesy?
Something thirsty?
- Siberian Sam only wears furry hats!
- Okay, doc!
How's that?
- Oooh, I'm not playing games rabbit!
_-All right, all right, calm down, doc.
I know the perfect hat for you.
Are you ready?
Here you go, you big dummy.
- This hat, ain't gonna keep me warm.
- How about now?
- Whoa!
(screams)
(sizzling)
- Sorry shorty, I was just playing.
- Playtime's over!
- Gee doc, don't you think that's going a little overboard?
- We're arm wrestling for reals this time.
Now let's get to it.
Ready...Steady.
Go.
(rattling)
(climactic music)
(rattling and music crescendos)
- Ah, what you doing there, doc?
- I'm arm wrestling this here rabbit.
- Oh, yeah, you gonna win?
- Of course I'm gonna win.
- Okay, I guess I'll bet on you then, doc.
- Yeah, bet on me.
Always bet on Arm Wrestling Sam, cause I always win.
Huh, huh.
Hey, the rabbit turned into a stick of dynamite.
Uh-oh.
(boom)
- Okay Daffy, pull the lever and take us up.
- All right, at this rate, I'll never eat lunch.
There's just gotta be a way to speed things up.
Now that's more like it!
Going up!
(whoops)
- It's t-too fast!
- Too
fast.
(whoop)
(metallic ding)
(squeaking gibberish)
(crashing)
(high pitched scream)
- Oo-ah.
(angry squawking)
(tense instrumentals)
(horn honks)
(Daffy screams)
(both laugh)
- So long, Monkey Bird!
(roar)
(scream)
(music continues)
(whooping)
(both scream)
(camera click)
(all laughing)
- Look at your face, ha-ha-ha,
you look like a complete idiot.
I'm not a fire man, I'm a monster!
(wailing)
(comical sound effects)
- Now I'm over here!
You're too slow, putty-tat.
I'm white on your tail.
- Ow!
- Miss me, he-he-he.
- Ah!
(disconcerting tune)
(slurping)
Lunch is served.
- I taught I saw a putty-tat.
I did, I did saw a putty-
(clinking)
- Thanks, Mr. Rhinoceros.
- Stupid, ugly, dumb, zoo animals.
Oh-uh, hey there, uh, listen, about what I said earlier,
(roars)
(pounding)
(growl)
- Ooh, he mad.
- And you're lunch!
Whoa!
(crash)
(wedding tune)
- Here comes the bride.
Congratulations.
(honk)
(door slams)
(needles clink)
(gulps)
- Jeez, that was close.
(growl)
(bangs and cat screeches)
(beach tune)
(beat stops)
(beach tune continues)
(boom)
(crash)
(boom)
- Beep, beep.
(slurping)
(mischievous tune)
(whistle)
- Beep, beep.
(beach tune)
(beach tune slows)
(whistle)
(beach tune begins again)
- Beep, beep.