A.N.T. Farm (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 6 - Angus' First MovemANT - full transcript
Angus' nasal congestion becomes Zoltan's newest Z-phone ringtone.
Subs created by: David Coleman.
Hey, Angus! I need to talk to you.
Whee!
Okay. Two things. One, bless you.
And two, what the heck
kind of sneeze was that?
That wasn't a sneeze. I don't
sneeze like that. I'm a man!
Whee!
Okay, well, cover your
mouth when you don't sneeze!
Anyway, I have a great
idea for a new app.
Here we go.
Everyone thinks they have
a great idea for an app.
It's like, I'm just trying to have lunch
here, mom, and now you've made it awkward.
Do you even know the first
thing about writing software?
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be? Really hard!
Harder than writing some silly song!
Well, I'll have you know that my dub-step
remix of "Silly Song" is huge in Taiwan!
Chyna! There you are!
We have major problems!
Listen to this. We are under attack!
We're being attacked by Angels?
No! Hashimoto Mobile has come out with
the most downloaded text alert in history.
That's why I need my musical prodigy
to compose the catchiest, most
memorable text alert ever. Huh?
Cool! I would love to do it.
I think you just got a text.
No, I didn't.
Which can only mean one thing.
People!
We are under attack by Angels!
Prepare yourselves!
This place is about to become...
A living heaven!
Oops!
My mistake. I did get a text.
From Dr. Novine.
He wants to cancel my
counseling session today.
Oh, text him back. That cannot happen.
♪Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
♪Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
Woo!
♪Everybody's got that thing.
♪Something different, we all bring.
♪Don't you let 'em, clip your wings.
♪You got it! You got it!
♪We're on fire and we
blaze, in extraordinary ways.
♪365 days.
♪We got it! We got it!
♪You can dream it. You can be it.
♪If you can feel
it, you can believe it!
♪Because I am, you are, we are...
♪Exceptional.
♪Exceptional!
♪Yeah, I am, you are, we are...
♪Exceptional.
♪Exceptional!
♪Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.
Woo!
Olive, what?
Well, since you won't let it go,
I'm all out of reading material.
I've read all my textbooks,
all the books in the library,
and just now, the entire Internet.
And I have to say, World
Wide Web, quite a few typos.
Well, if you want something
to read, read my lips.
Look, I need constant
intellectual stimulation.
If you want to keep your mind busy,
how about I give you a brain teaser?
You know a brain teaser?
How quaint.
Okay, let's get this over with.
Lay it on me, Teaser of Brains.
Okay. In an Egyptian Villa, Anthony
and Cleopatra are lying dead.
Caesar stands over them.
Nearby is a broken glass,
and the floor is wet.
Caesar never laid a hand on them
and they have not been poisoned.
How did they die?
Olive?
Yes, Fletcher?
Do you know the answer?
I'm thinking.
- Do you want a hint?
- No, I don't want a hint!
Hints are for the weak and the witless!
When have you ever
known me to take a hint?
Certainly not two minutes ago
when I ignored three of your sighs.
Okay, Mr. Grundy, I think you're really
going to like what I've come up with.
I call this one Untitled Text Alert.
I'm really bad with titles.
Ah! It's so evocative.
It reminds me of the time when I was seven
years old at my favorite Amusement Park,
the Wellington World of Whimsy.
Great!
When suddenly, I got
separated from my Mother.
Tears in my eyes, lost and
alone, I cried out, Mother!
Mother! Where are you, Mother?
Why have you forsaken me?
So, you love it?
I call this one...
Another Untitled Text Alert.
That sounds like a warm
cup of homemade cocoa.
My grandmother drowned
in a cup of cocoa.
That is scandalously inappropriate!
You should be ashamed
of yourself, young lady!
Are you making fun of me?
Sir, maybe if you give me an idea
of what you're looking for, I can...
Not make you cry again.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
But I'll know it when I hear it.
Whee!
That's it! That's my new text alert!
It is?
Yes! How did you come up
with that catchy sound?
- No, all he did was...
- What can I say?
I've got so much talent,
it's coming out of my nose.
You're also incredibly witty.
Uh, Mr. Grundy, please, just let
me play you a couple more options.
I have one you're really
gonna love called...
Witty Untitled Text Alert that Doesn't
Remind You of Your Dead Grandmother.
Sorry, Chyna. You had your chance.
I guess you were just in over your head.
Much like granny when she
ordered that large cocoa.
Wow.
Maybe you should write an app you could
use to see the shocked look on your face.
You mean a mirror?
Ooh! I'd buy that app.
Cheers, prodigies!
I am over the moon with joy.
In fact, I haven't been this happy
since I actually bought the moon.
And then went over it.
With joy.
What are you so happy about?
The new zPhone sales
are through the roof,
thanks to the new text
alert I commissioned.
It's now the most
listened-to sound in history.
Surpassing Happy
Birthday, the Beatles...
And characters on TV saying, hello!
I cannot believe he
thinks Angus is talented.
It's Angus! Hello!
Why are you telling me this?
We're not friends. Hello!
Ah! There he is! My main man.
The Maestro! Mr. Music!
These are not nicknames. I've just
temporarily blanked on what your name is.
- Whee.
- I just got a text.
Ah! Seems we just broke
all sales records in Europe!
Congratulations...
You!
Well, some people have it,
and some people are Chyna.
So! Who are your new friends?
Oh, they're not my friends.
They're my entourage.
Successful artists like me have people
eager to wait on their every need.
Watch.
Old gum!
New gum!
Not spearmint! We had
a meeting about this.
Well, Angus, I'm glad to see your
text alert success hasn't changed you.
No, my entourage changes me.
Which reminds me. Old shirt!
Ah! New shirt! New shirt!
So, how's it going with the riddle?
Have you figured out how
Anthony and Cleopatra died yet?
I think so.
I've been doing a lot of research
on the history of ancient Egypt,
and I think I have discovered a
little-known interesting factoid
by examining these hieroglyphs.
The land of the Pharaohs was devastated
by a terrible plague in 30 B.C.,
so Anthony and Cleopatra must have
died after getting horribly sick!
See? This is the ancient Egyptian
symbol for projectile vomiting.
- Where'd you get that?
- From the museum.
You mean the gift shop, right?
Okay.
I can't believe you
can't solve this riddle!
It's so simple. I got
the answer in two seconds.
If you got it, then maybe I
just need to think like you.
Duh, Cleopatra go sleep-sleep!
Olive, do you know
where my blue jacket is?
Ah! I can't solve any
more mysteries right now!
My brain is going to explode!
Oh! Here it is.
Underneath this worthless old rock.
Ah!
Don't worry. You can just get
another one at the gift shop.
Right. Gift shop.
Angus, what are you doing in here?
I'm a musical genius.
I need to be around these musical...
Doodads.
But you don't even know what
any of these instruments are.
Sure I do.
The hobo.
The weird hanger.
And the French-dip horn.
It's called the French Horn,
not the French-dip horn.
Then explain why there's a
roast beef sandwich in it.
Yo! Guys! You got to get up on
this organic honeybell mustard.
You don't know anything about music.
Or French-dip sandwiches. You want to
use a spicy mustard, not a sweet mustard.
Well, if I don't know
anything about music, then...
Why did Mr. Grundy ask me to write a
song for all the new zPhone commercials?
What? How could that be?
I'm the musical prodigy!
This makes no sense!
Can we talk about
this later? I'm eating.
Old napkin!
New napkin!
Lexi? You joined Angus's entourage?
But you don't even like Angus.
I know. But I weighed how little
I like to spend time with Angus
against how much I knew
this would irritate you.
Looking at your face now, I
see I made the right choice!
- Olive?
- Yeah?
What are you doing?
I'm doing what all great sleuths do
when they are momentarily stumped.
Forget to bathe and
descend into madness?
No! Lay out all the clues...
And then approach them with the cold,
calculating focus of a TV Detective.
Hello!
I can't believe you don't
know the answer and I do.
Me! The person you're always
making fun of for being dumb.
Well, who's dumber now?
Yeah. Why do you know the answer?
It's not because you're smart.
Maybe you did it!
Maybe you killed Anthony and
Cleopatra and framed Caesar.
Admit it! You killed them because they
found out about your pyramid scheme!
Uh, so, Angus, now that
you're a musical Maestro.
- Why don't you...
- Hold that thought.
Old eye crust!
New eye crust!
Why would you ask for new eye crust?
Because I can.
You were saying?
I was saying I'd love
to hear the music you've
come up with for Mr.
Grundy's new ad campaign.
Well, I don't have anything yet, but
just like my text alert, it'll come to me.
It's not hard like writing an app.
Or trying to use one
of these weird hangers.
Okay, I get it.
I'm sorry I said
writing an app was easy.
But just admit you
didn't write any music.
Of course I did.
But you just sneezed!
And it sounded like a baby
leprechaun on a teeter-totter.
Whee!
Chyna!
I know you're stuck on
your old, boring ideas of...
"Music" made with musical doodads...
Instruments! They're called instruments!
Whatever!
But what you mistook for a sneeze was
actually a new form of music I call...
Nasal singing.
Ah. My mistake.
In fact, since you made such
beautiful music with your nose.
Maybe you should compose the
song for Mr. Grundy using the, uh,
other sounds that come out of your body.
There are a lot of them.
Yeah! I'm gonna do it!
Mr. Grundy? You joined his entourage?
What? I am the CEO of a
multi-billion-dollar corporation.
I don't have time to be in an entourage.
Besides, I'm already in a crew,
a posse, and a sewing circle.
Where do you think I
made this dope track suit?
So, Sparky, how is my song coming?
Am I going to love it?
Trust me, you're going to be
knocked out by his body of work.
I can't wait to hear it.
But I'll have to, because if
you're late for sewing circle,
they bad-mouth you on a pillow.
Chyna, are you up here crying?
You shouldn't be alone.
I want to watch.
I'm not crying.
But Mr. Grundy's eyes are gonna
water when he hears Angus' song.
Trust me. It's gonna stink.
What did you do?
I just tricked Angus into writing a
zPhone song that is so embarrassing,
he's going to make a
huge fool of himself.
Chyna, that is evil. Unforgivably evil.
I'm so proud of you!
No! I'm not being evil.
I'm teaching Angus a lesson.
He's a fraud and he does not
deserve the success he's getting.
I deserve it.
That's exactly how I feel
about all your successes!
We're like the same person!
Seriously, it's like
I'm looking in a mirror.
Well, a fun house mirror.
That's not very fun.
I think you're overstating it.
All I did was a little prank.
You call embarrassing Angus in front
of millions of people a little prank?
Wait. What do you mean,
millions of people?
Mr. Grundy decided to debut Angus's
song at the big Z-Tech presentation.
It's being streamed
live all over the world!
What? Well, when does it start?
Thursday.
This Thursday.
Today.
It's happening right now.
As you know, our theme Park, Z-Land,
has been closed since 2003.
When it was discovered that the
haunted house was really haunted.
By asbestos.
But we are proud to finally
announce the opening next year...
Of New Z-Land.
What do you mean, the name's taken?
Anyway, here to perform the song
for the new zPhone ad campaign!
The genius behind our
best-selling text alert...
Big guy!
My murderer walks the Earth unpunished!
While I, the Queen of Egypt, am
tormented by a cockamamie riddle!
Olive, there's something
different about you.
Have you lost weight?
Or your mind?
I figured if I act out the riddle,
the answer will present itself.
I'm Cleopatra. You're
Anthony. Lie down, you're dead.
- How did I die?
- That's what I'm trying to figure out!
Look. I'm sorry I told you this riddle.
Or ever met you.
Can I please just tell you the answer?
Never! I've been trying to
solve this non-stop for days!
Maybe Cleopatra was
having a drink of water...
Dropped the glass, which startled
a basket full of venomous snakes,
which leapt out and
devoured Anthony's face.
Where did you get real snakes?
From a zoo...
's gift shop.
Look! Look!
Cleopatra and Anthony
were goldfish in a bowl,
which was knocked over
by a cat named Caesar!
What bowl? You said there was
a broken glass on the floor.
No, there's broken glass on the floor.
You said a broken glass!
Did I?
Huh. Potato, tomato.
I've limited my thinking
to it being a broken glass!
Olive, what are you
getting so upset about?
So I said a glass. Big deal.
Right. Let's move on to a new riddle.
A boy is found stuffed in
a basket full of snakes.
Who put him there?
I did.
Ugh! Where is the roomavator?
What does this button even do?
Oh...
This is the worst
thing I have ever seen.
And I've seen you star in a musical.
I've got to help him.
Hello, ladies and gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking.
It appears that this poor guy is just
up here completely humiliating himself
by making random and
disgusting bodily noises.
Because he is!
What are you doing?
I'm saving you.
Folks, what he is in fact doing is
showing you how, with the new zPhone,
you can take disgusting noises
and turn them into beautiful music.
So, how about a little bit
more of that nasal singing?
Whee!
Now, add a little hiccup!
Now, hit me with the phlegm!
Now smooth it all out with a
little bit of mellow armpit.
Now, with just a few taps...
Whee!
Whee!
Whee!
Whee! Whee! Whee!
Whee!
That was a great song...
Angus. His name is Angus.
And I agree. Great song, Angus.
Huh! It really was.
Thanks, Chyna. You saved me.
I'm sorry I acted like a jerk.
And I'm sorry I tricked you into
coming up here and doing this.
Look, I never should have...
Whee!
You know, you should
really cover your mouth.
Because I... I think
I'm... I'm catching your...
You two have the silliest
sneezes I've ever heard.
Ah-choo!
What? No one's going to say gesundheit?
"Silly Song two, Sillier Song"
recording session, take one.
Guys, once more! You've
got to be sillier.
It's called "Sillier Song"!
Hello!
Hey, Angus! I need to talk to you.
Whee!
Okay. Two things. One, bless you.
And two, what the heck
kind of sneeze was that?
That wasn't a sneeze. I don't
sneeze like that. I'm a man!
Whee!
Okay, well, cover your
mouth when you don't sneeze!
Anyway, I have a great
idea for a new app.
Here we go.
Everyone thinks they have
a great idea for an app.
It's like, I'm just trying to have lunch
here, mom, and now you've made it awkward.
Do you even know the first
thing about writing software?
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be? Really hard!
Harder than writing some silly song!
Well, I'll have you know that my dub-step
remix of "Silly Song" is huge in Taiwan!
Chyna! There you are!
We have major problems!
Listen to this. We are under attack!
We're being attacked by Angels?
No! Hashimoto Mobile has come out with
the most downloaded text alert in history.
That's why I need my musical prodigy
to compose the catchiest, most
memorable text alert ever. Huh?
Cool! I would love to do it.
I think you just got a text.
No, I didn't.
Which can only mean one thing.
People!
We are under attack by Angels!
Prepare yourselves!
This place is about to become...
A living heaven!
Oops!
My mistake. I did get a text.
From Dr. Novine.
He wants to cancel my
counseling session today.
Oh, text him back. That cannot happen.
♪Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
♪Ooh, ooh. Ooh. Doo, doo.
Woo!
♪Everybody's got that thing.
♪Something different, we all bring.
♪Don't you let 'em, clip your wings.
♪You got it! You got it!
♪We're on fire and we
blaze, in extraordinary ways.
♪365 days.
♪We got it! We got it!
♪You can dream it. You can be it.
♪If you can feel
it, you can believe it!
♪Because I am, you are, we are...
♪Exceptional.
♪Exceptional!
♪Yeah, I am, you are, we are...
♪Exceptional.
♪Exceptional!
♪Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.
Woo!
Olive, what?
Well, since you won't let it go,
I'm all out of reading material.
I've read all my textbooks,
all the books in the library,
and just now, the entire Internet.
And I have to say, World
Wide Web, quite a few typos.
Well, if you want something
to read, read my lips.
Look, I need constant
intellectual stimulation.
If you want to keep your mind busy,
how about I give you a brain teaser?
You know a brain teaser?
How quaint.
Okay, let's get this over with.
Lay it on me, Teaser of Brains.
Okay. In an Egyptian Villa, Anthony
and Cleopatra are lying dead.
Caesar stands over them.
Nearby is a broken glass,
and the floor is wet.
Caesar never laid a hand on them
and they have not been poisoned.
How did they die?
Olive?
Yes, Fletcher?
Do you know the answer?
I'm thinking.
- Do you want a hint?
- No, I don't want a hint!
Hints are for the weak and the witless!
When have you ever
known me to take a hint?
Certainly not two minutes ago
when I ignored three of your sighs.
Okay, Mr. Grundy, I think you're really
going to like what I've come up with.
I call this one Untitled Text Alert.
I'm really bad with titles.
Ah! It's so evocative.
It reminds me of the time when I was seven
years old at my favorite Amusement Park,
the Wellington World of Whimsy.
Great!
When suddenly, I got
separated from my Mother.
Tears in my eyes, lost and
alone, I cried out, Mother!
Mother! Where are you, Mother?
Why have you forsaken me?
So, you love it?
I call this one...
Another Untitled Text Alert.
That sounds like a warm
cup of homemade cocoa.
My grandmother drowned
in a cup of cocoa.
That is scandalously inappropriate!
You should be ashamed
of yourself, young lady!
Are you making fun of me?
Sir, maybe if you give me an idea
of what you're looking for, I can...
Not make you cry again.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
But I'll know it when I hear it.
Whee!
That's it! That's my new text alert!
It is?
Yes! How did you come up
with that catchy sound?
- No, all he did was...
- What can I say?
I've got so much talent,
it's coming out of my nose.
You're also incredibly witty.
Uh, Mr. Grundy, please, just let
me play you a couple more options.
I have one you're really
gonna love called...
Witty Untitled Text Alert that Doesn't
Remind You of Your Dead Grandmother.
Sorry, Chyna. You had your chance.
I guess you were just in over your head.
Much like granny when she
ordered that large cocoa.
Wow.
Maybe you should write an app you could
use to see the shocked look on your face.
You mean a mirror?
Ooh! I'd buy that app.
Cheers, prodigies!
I am over the moon with joy.
In fact, I haven't been this happy
since I actually bought the moon.
And then went over it.
With joy.
What are you so happy about?
The new zPhone sales
are through the roof,
thanks to the new text
alert I commissioned.
It's now the most
listened-to sound in history.
Surpassing Happy
Birthday, the Beatles...
And characters on TV saying, hello!
I cannot believe he
thinks Angus is talented.
It's Angus! Hello!
Why are you telling me this?
We're not friends. Hello!
Ah! There he is! My main man.
The Maestro! Mr. Music!
These are not nicknames. I've just
temporarily blanked on what your name is.
- Whee.
- I just got a text.
Ah! Seems we just broke
all sales records in Europe!
Congratulations...
You!
Well, some people have it,
and some people are Chyna.
So! Who are your new friends?
Oh, they're not my friends.
They're my entourage.
Successful artists like me have people
eager to wait on their every need.
Watch.
Old gum!
New gum!
Not spearmint! We had
a meeting about this.
Well, Angus, I'm glad to see your
text alert success hasn't changed you.
No, my entourage changes me.
Which reminds me. Old shirt!
Ah! New shirt! New shirt!
So, how's it going with the riddle?
Have you figured out how
Anthony and Cleopatra died yet?
I think so.
I've been doing a lot of research
on the history of ancient Egypt,
and I think I have discovered a
little-known interesting factoid
by examining these hieroglyphs.
The land of the Pharaohs was devastated
by a terrible plague in 30 B.C.,
so Anthony and Cleopatra must have
died after getting horribly sick!
See? This is the ancient Egyptian
symbol for projectile vomiting.
- Where'd you get that?
- From the museum.
You mean the gift shop, right?
Okay.
I can't believe you
can't solve this riddle!
It's so simple. I got
the answer in two seconds.
If you got it, then maybe I
just need to think like you.
Duh, Cleopatra go sleep-sleep!
Olive, do you know
where my blue jacket is?
Ah! I can't solve any
more mysteries right now!
My brain is going to explode!
Oh! Here it is.
Underneath this worthless old rock.
Ah!
Don't worry. You can just get
another one at the gift shop.
Right. Gift shop.
Angus, what are you doing in here?
I'm a musical genius.
I need to be around these musical...
Doodads.
But you don't even know what
any of these instruments are.
Sure I do.
The hobo.
The weird hanger.
And the French-dip horn.
It's called the French Horn,
not the French-dip horn.
Then explain why there's a
roast beef sandwich in it.
Yo! Guys! You got to get up on
this organic honeybell mustard.
You don't know anything about music.
Or French-dip sandwiches. You want to
use a spicy mustard, not a sweet mustard.
Well, if I don't know
anything about music, then...
Why did Mr. Grundy ask me to write a
song for all the new zPhone commercials?
What? How could that be?
I'm the musical prodigy!
This makes no sense!
Can we talk about
this later? I'm eating.
Old napkin!
New napkin!
Lexi? You joined Angus's entourage?
But you don't even like Angus.
I know. But I weighed how little
I like to spend time with Angus
against how much I knew
this would irritate you.
Looking at your face now, I
see I made the right choice!
- Olive?
- Yeah?
What are you doing?
I'm doing what all great sleuths do
when they are momentarily stumped.
Forget to bathe and
descend into madness?
No! Lay out all the clues...
And then approach them with the cold,
calculating focus of a TV Detective.
Hello!
I can't believe you don't
know the answer and I do.
Me! The person you're always
making fun of for being dumb.
Well, who's dumber now?
Yeah. Why do you know the answer?
It's not because you're smart.
Maybe you did it!
Maybe you killed Anthony and
Cleopatra and framed Caesar.
Admit it! You killed them because they
found out about your pyramid scheme!
Uh, so, Angus, now that
you're a musical Maestro.
- Why don't you...
- Hold that thought.
Old eye crust!
New eye crust!
Why would you ask for new eye crust?
Because I can.
You were saying?
I was saying I'd love
to hear the music you've
come up with for Mr.
Grundy's new ad campaign.
Well, I don't have anything yet, but
just like my text alert, it'll come to me.
It's not hard like writing an app.
Or trying to use one
of these weird hangers.
Okay, I get it.
I'm sorry I said
writing an app was easy.
But just admit you
didn't write any music.
Of course I did.
But you just sneezed!
And it sounded like a baby
leprechaun on a teeter-totter.
Whee!
Chyna!
I know you're stuck on
your old, boring ideas of...
"Music" made with musical doodads...
Instruments! They're called instruments!
Whatever!
But what you mistook for a sneeze was
actually a new form of music I call...
Nasal singing.
Ah. My mistake.
In fact, since you made such
beautiful music with your nose.
Maybe you should compose the
song for Mr. Grundy using the, uh,
other sounds that come out of your body.
There are a lot of them.
Yeah! I'm gonna do it!
Mr. Grundy? You joined his entourage?
What? I am the CEO of a
multi-billion-dollar corporation.
I don't have time to be in an entourage.
Besides, I'm already in a crew,
a posse, and a sewing circle.
Where do you think I
made this dope track suit?
So, Sparky, how is my song coming?
Am I going to love it?
Trust me, you're going to be
knocked out by his body of work.
I can't wait to hear it.
But I'll have to, because if
you're late for sewing circle,
they bad-mouth you on a pillow.
Chyna, are you up here crying?
You shouldn't be alone.
I want to watch.
I'm not crying.
But Mr. Grundy's eyes are gonna
water when he hears Angus' song.
Trust me. It's gonna stink.
What did you do?
I just tricked Angus into writing a
zPhone song that is so embarrassing,
he's going to make a
huge fool of himself.
Chyna, that is evil. Unforgivably evil.
I'm so proud of you!
No! I'm not being evil.
I'm teaching Angus a lesson.
He's a fraud and he does not
deserve the success he's getting.
I deserve it.
That's exactly how I feel
about all your successes!
We're like the same person!
Seriously, it's like
I'm looking in a mirror.
Well, a fun house mirror.
That's not very fun.
I think you're overstating it.
All I did was a little prank.
You call embarrassing Angus in front
of millions of people a little prank?
Wait. What do you mean,
millions of people?
Mr. Grundy decided to debut Angus's
song at the big Z-Tech presentation.
It's being streamed
live all over the world!
What? Well, when does it start?
Thursday.
This Thursday.
Today.
It's happening right now.
As you know, our theme Park, Z-Land,
has been closed since 2003.
When it was discovered that the
haunted house was really haunted.
By asbestos.
But we are proud to finally
announce the opening next year...
Of New Z-Land.
What do you mean, the name's taken?
Anyway, here to perform the song
for the new zPhone ad campaign!
The genius behind our
best-selling text alert...
Big guy!
My murderer walks the Earth unpunished!
While I, the Queen of Egypt, am
tormented by a cockamamie riddle!
Olive, there's something
different about you.
Have you lost weight?
Or your mind?
I figured if I act out the riddle,
the answer will present itself.
I'm Cleopatra. You're
Anthony. Lie down, you're dead.
- How did I die?
- That's what I'm trying to figure out!
Look. I'm sorry I told you this riddle.
Or ever met you.
Can I please just tell you the answer?
Never! I've been trying to
solve this non-stop for days!
Maybe Cleopatra was
having a drink of water...
Dropped the glass, which startled
a basket full of venomous snakes,
which leapt out and
devoured Anthony's face.
Where did you get real snakes?
From a zoo...
's gift shop.
Look! Look!
Cleopatra and Anthony
were goldfish in a bowl,
which was knocked over
by a cat named Caesar!
What bowl? You said there was
a broken glass on the floor.
No, there's broken glass on the floor.
You said a broken glass!
Did I?
Huh. Potato, tomato.
I've limited my thinking
to it being a broken glass!
Olive, what are you
getting so upset about?
So I said a glass. Big deal.
Right. Let's move on to a new riddle.
A boy is found stuffed in
a basket full of snakes.
Who put him there?
I did.
Ugh! Where is the roomavator?
What does this button even do?
Oh...
This is the worst
thing I have ever seen.
And I've seen you star in a musical.
I've got to help him.
Hello, ladies and gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking.
It appears that this poor guy is just
up here completely humiliating himself
by making random and
disgusting bodily noises.
Because he is!
What are you doing?
I'm saving you.
Folks, what he is in fact doing is
showing you how, with the new zPhone,
you can take disgusting noises
and turn them into beautiful music.
So, how about a little bit
more of that nasal singing?
Whee!
Now, add a little hiccup!
Now, hit me with the phlegm!
Now smooth it all out with a
little bit of mellow armpit.
Now, with just a few taps...
Whee!
Whee!
Whee!
Whee! Whee! Whee!
Whee!
That was a great song...
Angus. His name is Angus.
And I agree. Great song, Angus.
Huh! It really was.
Thanks, Chyna. You saved me.
I'm sorry I acted like a jerk.
And I'm sorry I tricked you into
coming up here and doing this.
Look, I never should have...
Whee!
You know, you should
really cover your mouth.
Because I... I think
I'm... I'm catching your...
You two have the silliest
sneezes I've ever heard.
Ah-choo!
What? No one's going to say gesundheit?
"Silly Song two, Sillier Song"
recording session, take one.
Guys, once more! You've
got to be sillier.
It's called "Sillier Song"!
Hello!