Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 3, Episode 3 - A Fly in the Ointment - full transcript
♪♪
♪ Sometimes, some crime ♪
♪ Goes slippin'
through the cracks ♪
♪ But these two gumshoes ♪
♪ Are pickin' up
the slack ♪
♪ There's no case too big ♪
♪ No case too small ♪
♪ When you need help,
just call ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale's ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
i♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ No, no, it never fails ♪
♪ Once they're involved ♪
♪ Somehow whatever's wrong
gets solved ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale's ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ No, no, it never fails ♪
♪ They'll take the clues ♪
♪ And find the wheres
and whys and whos ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
All secure here.
Here, too.
Yeah, another
exciting night, eh, Nick?
(laughs)
Ah, yes. The new
titranium transistors.
No self-respecting
scientific genius
should be
without them.
Trouble on the second floor.
Let's go.
Nick: Down here!
(humming)
It's locked.
It's the only way out.
Get ready.
Freeze,
whoever you are!
Where... ever you are.
(laughing)
My phonematic modemizer
worked like a charm.
All I have to do
is dial my escapes!
Now I can reach out
and rob someone
any time I want.
(laughs)
Officer:
Sure is slow day, Ben.
Just the way I like it.
Me too.
Not me. I'd like to
see some action.
(squeaks) You bet!
Dispatcher: Calling car 55.
Come in, please.
Yeah, what is it?
This just came it, boys.
A gila monster
has escaped the zoo.
He's unarmed,
but approach with caution.
Very funny.
Gee, the zoo
is close by.
He could be very near.
(cawing)
(squeaks)
Better keep
your eyes peeled
and your ears open.
No telling--
-What is it?
-(squeak)
-Oh, my gosh!
-(squeak)
(caw)
I'm going to need
someone to distract him.
-(squeaking)
-Go, Monterey!
Piece of cake.
Someone should also
protect the egg.
(squeaking)
Dale?
Aye, aye. You bet.
Dale to the rescue!
Charge!
Chip: And last
but not least...
(squeaks) Yeah?
I need you, Gadget,
to come up with
a way to trap him.
I'm way ahead of you.
-(cawing)
-(growls)
-(cawing)
-(growls)
That's far enough,
lizard lips!
(caw)
Aah!
Good work, Gadget.
This should
bolo him over.
(yelps)
That's a wrap!
(caw)
Time to call in
the big guys.
Hey!
Well, what do you know?
Strikes a blow
for teamwork, eh pallies?
Wonder what's
bugging him.
Monty:
But of course you're
a part of the team.
A big part
in your small way.
(squeaking)
What do you mean no one
ever pays attention to you?
We always do!
What's up,
Monterey?
You, in about a second.
(muffled squeaking)
Waaa!
(squeaking)
I don't like
the sound of that.
Don't mind him, mate.
Our little buddy's been
feeling left out of the action.
He wants
more responsibility.
Has anybody seen Zipper?
I've got top assignments
for him.
(squeaks) Really?
See, there,
little buddy?
Yep. I've made a list.
You need to dust
the top shelves,
the top of the bookcases,
and the top rafters.
(squeaks) What?
Well, you're the only one
who can fly, aren't you?
(squeaks angrily)
Mm-mmm. Sometimes flies
can be so...Flighty.
Sure is a hazy night
for sky patrol.
Too right. You can hardly see
the whiskers on your nose.
(alarm rings)
Uh-oh. Sounds like
a break-in.
Gadget:
It's coming from that
electronics warehouse!
Monterey, you and Gadget
go in the front
while Dale and I
take the back.
(squeaks) Hey, what about me?
No, you'd better
stay here, Zip.
There could be
a burglar inside.
Yeah, what would you do,
buzz him to a pulp?
(laughs)
Look at it
this way, mate.
Every team
needs its lookout.
Chip: Come on, Monty.
(squeaks angrily)
(Nimnul laughs)
With these new
computer Chips,
I'll build a laboratory
that will be the envied of every
mad scientist in the world!
Let's look up here.
Oh!
Time to call home.
(laughs)
When it comes to escapes,
I let my fingers
do the walking.
Ouch!
Eoowouch!
Owoo!
Nimnul: Buzz off,
you itchy insect!
Oh, ring!
Please, ring!
Shoo! Shoo!
He's here!
What is with you?
Hey, where did he go?
Oh, thank heavens!
Not only have I
escaped the authorities
but that
insidious insect, as well.
Perhaps I should
consider developing
a three-day underarm
pest repellent pad.
What's that buzz?
-Aah!
-Aah!
Where's the rest of me?
(gasps)
Watch it, bug face!
Hey, wait!
Nimnul: You can't go!
You've got the modemizer...
and my body!
I can't lose him!
(dog barking)
(barking)
Aah! A monster!
Help! Help!
Oh my gosh,
it's a spaceman!
Ew, gross!
Quick, Stella,
call Cable News!
(horns honking)
(squeaking)
-(squeaks)
-Man: It went down there!
-Man 2: A real spaceman!
-(crowd exclaiming)
Monty:
See for yourself, maties.
He hasn't slept
in his bed all night.
Chip: Gee, I thought
he left us last night
because was mad.
Now I'm not so sure.
Why would a fly
stay out all night?
You suppose there's been
another garbage strike.
Woman: Now then, Franz,
I've read
your short story,
and frankly,
I find it bizarre.
Do you expect
the reader to believe
that one night,
a fellow went to bed,
and the next morning,
he woke up as an insect?
I mean, really?
Have you been reading
too much Spiderman?
Do you know anyone
who looks like
a daddy-longlegs?
It's false.
It's unbelievable.
It's...
It's brilliant.
"A" plus.
Oh, my. Oh, me.
I've looked for that
fly head everywhere.
Where would it go?
I wonder if there's
a fertilizer factory in town.
Aha!
Nimnul:
There's that buzzy,
buggy, body robber!
That's correct. We've sighted
the alien in sector three.
Better send in the reserves.
Over and out.
(squeaking)
Poor Zipper,
so tiny and helpless.
What should we do,
start a search party?
(Zipper squeaking)
That sounds like him.
Oh, thank heavens!
He better have
a pretty good excuse
For not coming home
when he should.
Yep, it's a good one,
all right. Real good.
He convinced me.
Oh, yeah.
(Zipper squeaking)
Zipper!
Gadget:
Is that really you?
Pally, what happened?
Have you been in
the vegemite again?
I don't think this is a case
of overeating, Monterey.
The modemizer!
Where is it?
Tell me,
you body-snatcher?
It looks like a fly,
but it sounds like a snake.
(gasp)
Egads!
It's those vermin!
-Nimnul?
-They've switched bodies.
How observant
for a lower life form.
Hey, wait a second!
You can talk!
He understands us.
That's because
he's half bug.
Monty:
The better half.
Now change my
little buddy back or else.
Nobody wants to undo
this horror more than me,
But I can't change anything
without the modemizer.
-(crunch)
-Ow!
Where is it?
Where, where?
(squeaks) I don't know.
(siren)
Zipper, run! Hurry!
Over there, men!
(squeaking)
(coughing)
I hope
he made it out.
Yeah, he did,
but not
the way we wanted.
Nimnul:
Egads! They've bagged my bod!
Hurry!
Come back!
No. Stop. Stop!
Aah!
We lost him.
Yeah, and his
bottom half, too.
We gotta get
them both back.
Waiter. Waiter!
What's this fly
doing in my soup?
(coughing)
The 100-meter breaststroke.
What does it look like, idiot!
I assure you, monsieur,
this has never happened before.
And neither has that!
Thank goodness.
I was almost part of
the second course.
You're not
out of the soup yet.
We've already been
over this area,
and I still don't see
any helmet.
I'm doomed. Doomed!
All those years
of study and sacrifice.
And how do I end up?
As the only fly
with two Masters degrees.
Oh, quit your bellyaching.
We'll find
the blasted helmet.
It couldn't have gotten up
and walked away.
Then again...
And so I,
the Lord High Star Commander,
command you to go
into battle, my minions.
Not again. I'm tired
of being onions.
I wanna be
the Lord High
Star Commander.
Forget it. You can't be
a Star Commander
without the helmet.
There's no way anybody's
gonna take it away from me.
(gasps)
Mommy!
Happy now, Nimnul?
I have to admit,
you're awfully clever
for vermin.
Thanks... I think.
Now to get Zipper.
Reporter:
It's rumored that the alien
is being kept at this
government installation
for observation.
As you can see,
the place is sealed
tighter than Fort Knox.
Not even a flea
could get inside.
Oh, poor Zipper.
All he wanted
was a little action.
I wonder what
they'll do to him.
They'll poke
and probe and pinch
until my body
is black and blue.
(cries)
We've got to
get him out tonight.
But how? You heard
the newslady.
Hmm.
Anybody have a dime?
You want to use
that hunk of junk?
Don't forget what it did
to flea-brain, here.
There's nothing wrong
with my modemizer, fat rat.
What happened to me
was just a fluke.
Let's hope so.
Right now, I don't see
what other choice we have.
Blimey!
-It worked!
-Told ya.
Sure beats the subway.
We better turn on
a light. There.
Say, Chip, old pal,
when did you
get taller than me?
Both: (gasp)
Hey, Dale, why do
I have your shirt?
You got more of me
than just my shirt.
Aah!
Aah!
Oh, no!
You said it!
We've just turned into
the Rescue Mutants.
Look at me! I'm nothing
but fur and bones.
Why do I have this sudden
urge for cheesecake?
It's kind of breezy
in here, isn't it?
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
I always wanted to
be close to Gadget,
but not this close.
Keep the hands
off the body.
Sorry.
A fluke, eh?
I guess the modemizer must be
malfunctioning after all.
Well, you'd better
fix it, fast.
All right, all right!
Don't lose your heads.
It's a little
late for that.
Someone's coming.
Doctor:
Once the examination begins,
No one is allowed
inside the operating room.
(gasps) Me poor pally!
Gadget, keep an eye on Nimnul
while the rest of us get Zip--
Hey, you can't expect me to
go out in public like this.
(yelps)
I have decided to run
some tests on you,
and I will begin with
the psycho-loogical,
uh, physica-loogichal...
sickological... head tests.
This is a multiple
choice question.
What do you fear most?
Doctor:
"A," nuclear annihilation,
"B," a gruesome plane crash,
"C"--a fly swatter.
(squeaking)
Hmm. A trend
is developing.
Either you're part fly
or a frustrated
art critic.
One more test
ought to confirm it.
Which do you find
more attractive,
This woo-woo girl
Or this wasp?
(Zipper wolf whistles)
I kinda like
the wasp myself,
But then who said
a doctor can't be sick?
(laughs)
The tests
are not conclusive.
I need to take
a closer look
to see what makes
your ticker tick.
Soldiers!
Doctor: Take him
to the operating room.
You should experience
only minor discomfort.
(chuckles)
Oh, no!
(sobs)
We need a diversion.
One with
major discomfort.
(chomp)
Yaa!
Keep it going!
Going up!
(pants) If we ever get
our bodies back, Monty,
you have to
go on a diet.
Quick, to the stairs!
Don't worry, pally.
We'll get you out.
(squeaks) Not you, too.
Yeah. All the Rangers
are rearranged.
(squeaking)
This is no time
to blame yourself.
Right now, we've got to
get out of here.
Coast is clear.
Come on.
Down there!
Oof!
Do you think the problem
might be a bad connector?
Will you please back off?
Remember, I'm the genius,
you're the mouse.
Hey, I think I've just
spotted our problem.
A burnt connector
in the biomolecular
regurgitator. (chuckles)
Oh, imagine that.
If I could replace it,
we could all change
back to normal
on the next telephone trip.
Monty: Whoa!
-Look out!
-This way!
Zipper!
My beautiful bod!
I hope
the modemizer's fixed.
Not without
a new connector.
Well, let's get one.
Oh, sure.
Maybe you know of an electronics
store in the neighborhood.
We're trapped!
Let me try something.
There.
We're all set.
Huh! Upstaged
by a household pest!
Quick, Zip, put on
the helmet and
dial us out of here.
And I know just
the number to call.
505...
Dale: Tootle-oo!
(ring)
I got my body back.
And believe me,
it looks much better
on you.
(Nimnul laughs)
How I love happy endings!
Not only do I get back
my manly physique,
But now, I can exterminate
you meddlesome pests
once and for all!
What a grateful guy.
(squeaks)
Foolish fly!
You'll be
the first to go.
(squeaks) Aah!
Save yourself, Zipper!
You can't fight a human!
Here, buggy, buggy!
Nimnul: Where are you?
You've got to start
buzzing sometime.
Aha!
Oh, no!
Hello?
Hello. This is 911.
Who's there, please?
Uh-oh. (chuckles)
Wrong number.
Well, Zip, old boy,
it's sure good to have
you back on the team again.
Here, here!
Yeah, and after the way
you handled Nimnul,
You can bet that from now on,
you're gonna get a lot more
responsibility.
How'd you like to start
by helping the police
escort the prisoner?
(squeaks) Yes, sir!
You bet!
Okay, professor.
Time to visit
the nice hospital.
I'm coming. I'm coming!
Just promise you'll keep
the vermin away.
The what?
You know, those
despicable rodents and
their little fly friend.
He's the worst one of all.
You've never met
a more insidious insect.
Yeah.
Right on, buddy.
Bad bug.
We got you.
♪ Sometimes, some crime ♪
♪ Goes slippin'
through the cracks ♪
♪ But these two gumshoes ♪
♪ Are pickin' up
the slack ♪
♪ There's no case too big ♪
♪ No case too small ♪
♪ When you need help,
just call ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale's ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
i♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ No, no, it never fails ♪
♪ Once they're involved ♪
♪ Somehow whatever's wrong
gets solved ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale's ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ No, no, it never fails ♪
♪ They'll take the clues ♪
♪ And find the wheres
and whys and whos ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ Rescue Rangers ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip
'N' Dale ♪
All secure here.
Here, too.
Yeah, another
exciting night, eh, Nick?
(laughs)
Ah, yes. The new
titranium transistors.
No self-respecting
scientific genius
should be
without them.
Trouble on the second floor.
Let's go.
Nick: Down here!
(humming)
It's locked.
It's the only way out.
Get ready.
Freeze,
whoever you are!
Where... ever you are.
(laughing)
My phonematic modemizer
worked like a charm.
All I have to do
is dial my escapes!
Now I can reach out
and rob someone
any time I want.
(laughs)
Officer:
Sure is slow day, Ben.
Just the way I like it.
Me too.
Not me. I'd like to
see some action.
(squeaks) You bet!
Dispatcher: Calling car 55.
Come in, please.
Yeah, what is it?
This just came it, boys.
A gila monster
has escaped the zoo.
He's unarmed,
but approach with caution.
Very funny.
Gee, the zoo
is close by.
He could be very near.
(cawing)
(squeaks)
Better keep
your eyes peeled
and your ears open.
No telling--
-What is it?
-(squeak)
-Oh, my gosh!
-(squeak)
(caw)
I'm going to need
someone to distract him.
-(squeaking)
-Go, Monterey!
Piece of cake.
Someone should also
protect the egg.
(squeaking)
Dale?
Aye, aye. You bet.
Dale to the rescue!
Charge!
Chip: And last
but not least...
(squeaks) Yeah?
I need you, Gadget,
to come up with
a way to trap him.
I'm way ahead of you.
-(cawing)
-(growls)
-(cawing)
-(growls)
That's far enough,
lizard lips!
(caw)
Aah!
Good work, Gadget.
This should
bolo him over.
(yelps)
That's a wrap!
(caw)
Time to call in
the big guys.
Hey!
Well, what do you know?
Strikes a blow
for teamwork, eh pallies?
Wonder what's
bugging him.
Monty:
But of course you're
a part of the team.
A big part
in your small way.
(squeaking)
What do you mean no one
ever pays attention to you?
We always do!
What's up,
Monterey?
You, in about a second.
(muffled squeaking)
Waaa!
(squeaking)
I don't like
the sound of that.
Don't mind him, mate.
Our little buddy's been
feeling left out of the action.
He wants
more responsibility.
Has anybody seen Zipper?
I've got top assignments
for him.
(squeaks) Really?
See, there,
little buddy?
Yep. I've made a list.
You need to dust
the top shelves,
the top of the bookcases,
and the top rafters.
(squeaks) What?
Well, you're the only one
who can fly, aren't you?
(squeaks angrily)
Mm-mmm. Sometimes flies
can be so...Flighty.
Sure is a hazy night
for sky patrol.
Too right. You can hardly see
the whiskers on your nose.
(alarm rings)
Uh-oh. Sounds like
a break-in.
Gadget:
It's coming from that
electronics warehouse!
Monterey, you and Gadget
go in the front
while Dale and I
take the back.
(squeaks) Hey, what about me?
No, you'd better
stay here, Zip.
There could be
a burglar inside.
Yeah, what would you do,
buzz him to a pulp?
(laughs)
Look at it
this way, mate.
Every team
needs its lookout.
Chip: Come on, Monty.
(squeaks angrily)
(Nimnul laughs)
With these new
computer Chips,
I'll build a laboratory
that will be the envied of every
mad scientist in the world!
Let's look up here.
Oh!
Time to call home.
(laughs)
When it comes to escapes,
I let my fingers
do the walking.
Ouch!
Eoowouch!
Owoo!
Nimnul: Buzz off,
you itchy insect!
Oh, ring!
Please, ring!
Shoo! Shoo!
He's here!
What is with you?
Hey, where did he go?
Oh, thank heavens!
Not only have I
escaped the authorities
but that
insidious insect, as well.
Perhaps I should
consider developing
a three-day underarm
pest repellent pad.
What's that buzz?
-Aah!
-Aah!
Where's the rest of me?
(gasps)
Watch it, bug face!
Hey, wait!
Nimnul: You can't go!
You've got the modemizer...
and my body!
I can't lose him!
(dog barking)
(barking)
Aah! A monster!
Help! Help!
Oh my gosh,
it's a spaceman!
Ew, gross!
Quick, Stella,
call Cable News!
(horns honking)
(squeaking)
-(squeaks)
-Man: It went down there!
-Man 2: A real spaceman!
-(crowd exclaiming)
Monty:
See for yourself, maties.
He hasn't slept
in his bed all night.
Chip: Gee, I thought
he left us last night
because was mad.
Now I'm not so sure.
Why would a fly
stay out all night?
You suppose there's been
another garbage strike.
Woman: Now then, Franz,
I've read
your short story,
and frankly,
I find it bizarre.
Do you expect
the reader to believe
that one night,
a fellow went to bed,
and the next morning,
he woke up as an insect?
I mean, really?
Have you been reading
too much Spiderman?
Do you know anyone
who looks like
a daddy-longlegs?
It's false.
It's unbelievable.
It's...
It's brilliant.
"A" plus.
Oh, my. Oh, me.
I've looked for that
fly head everywhere.
Where would it go?
I wonder if there's
a fertilizer factory in town.
Aha!
Nimnul:
There's that buzzy,
buggy, body robber!
That's correct. We've sighted
the alien in sector three.
Better send in the reserves.
Over and out.
(squeaking)
Poor Zipper,
so tiny and helpless.
What should we do,
start a search party?
(Zipper squeaking)
That sounds like him.
Oh, thank heavens!
He better have
a pretty good excuse
For not coming home
when he should.
Yep, it's a good one,
all right. Real good.
He convinced me.
Oh, yeah.
(Zipper squeaking)
Zipper!
Gadget:
Is that really you?
Pally, what happened?
Have you been in
the vegemite again?
I don't think this is a case
of overeating, Monterey.
The modemizer!
Where is it?
Tell me,
you body-snatcher?
It looks like a fly,
but it sounds like a snake.
(gasp)
Egads!
It's those vermin!
-Nimnul?
-They've switched bodies.
How observant
for a lower life form.
Hey, wait a second!
You can talk!
He understands us.
That's because
he's half bug.
Monty:
The better half.
Now change my
little buddy back or else.
Nobody wants to undo
this horror more than me,
But I can't change anything
without the modemizer.
-(crunch)
-Ow!
Where is it?
Where, where?
(squeaks) I don't know.
(siren)
Zipper, run! Hurry!
Over there, men!
(squeaking)
(coughing)
I hope
he made it out.
Yeah, he did,
but not
the way we wanted.
Nimnul:
Egads! They've bagged my bod!
Hurry!
Come back!
No. Stop. Stop!
Aah!
We lost him.
Yeah, and his
bottom half, too.
We gotta get
them both back.
Waiter. Waiter!
What's this fly
doing in my soup?
(coughing)
The 100-meter breaststroke.
What does it look like, idiot!
I assure you, monsieur,
this has never happened before.
And neither has that!
Thank goodness.
I was almost part of
the second course.
You're not
out of the soup yet.
We've already been
over this area,
and I still don't see
any helmet.
I'm doomed. Doomed!
All those years
of study and sacrifice.
And how do I end up?
As the only fly
with two Masters degrees.
Oh, quit your bellyaching.
We'll find
the blasted helmet.
It couldn't have gotten up
and walked away.
Then again...
And so I,
the Lord High Star Commander,
command you to go
into battle, my minions.
Not again. I'm tired
of being onions.
I wanna be
the Lord High
Star Commander.
Forget it. You can't be
a Star Commander
without the helmet.
There's no way anybody's
gonna take it away from me.
(gasps)
Mommy!
Happy now, Nimnul?
I have to admit,
you're awfully clever
for vermin.
Thanks... I think.
Now to get Zipper.
Reporter:
It's rumored that the alien
is being kept at this
government installation
for observation.
As you can see,
the place is sealed
tighter than Fort Knox.
Not even a flea
could get inside.
Oh, poor Zipper.
All he wanted
was a little action.
I wonder what
they'll do to him.
They'll poke
and probe and pinch
until my body
is black and blue.
(cries)
We've got to
get him out tonight.
But how? You heard
the newslady.
Hmm.
Anybody have a dime?
You want to use
that hunk of junk?
Don't forget what it did
to flea-brain, here.
There's nothing wrong
with my modemizer, fat rat.
What happened to me
was just a fluke.
Let's hope so.
Right now, I don't see
what other choice we have.
Blimey!
-It worked!
-Told ya.
Sure beats the subway.
We better turn on
a light. There.
Say, Chip, old pal,
when did you
get taller than me?
Both: (gasp)
Hey, Dale, why do
I have your shirt?
You got more of me
than just my shirt.
Aah!
Aah!
Oh, no!
You said it!
We've just turned into
the Rescue Mutants.
Look at me! I'm nothing
but fur and bones.
Why do I have this sudden
urge for cheesecake?
It's kind of breezy
in here, isn't it?
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
I always wanted to
be close to Gadget,
but not this close.
Keep the hands
off the body.
Sorry.
A fluke, eh?
I guess the modemizer must be
malfunctioning after all.
Well, you'd better
fix it, fast.
All right, all right!
Don't lose your heads.
It's a little
late for that.
Someone's coming.
Doctor:
Once the examination begins,
No one is allowed
inside the operating room.
(gasps) Me poor pally!
Gadget, keep an eye on Nimnul
while the rest of us get Zip--
Hey, you can't expect me to
go out in public like this.
(yelps)
I have decided to run
some tests on you,
and I will begin with
the psycho-loogical,
uh, physica-loogichal...
sickological... head tests.
This is a multiple
choice question.
What do you fear most?
Doctor:
"A," nuclear annihilation,
"B," a gruesome plane crash,
"C"--a fly swatter.
(squeaking)
Hmm. A trend
is developing.
Either you're part fly
or a frustrated
art critic.
One more test
ought to confirm it.
Which do you find
more attractive,
This woo-woo girl
Or this wasp?
(Zipper wolf whistles)
I kinda like
the wasp myself,
But then who said
a doctor can't be sick?
(laughs)
The tests
are not conclusive.
I need to take
a closer look
to see what makes
your ticker tick.
Soldiers!
Doctor: Take him
to the operating room.
You should experience
only minor discomfort.
(chuckles)
Oh, no!
(sobs)
We need a diversion.
One with
major discomfort.
(chomp)
Yaa!
Keep it going!
Going up!
(pants) If we ever get
our bodies back, Monty,
you have to
go on a diet.
Quick, to the stairs!
Don't worry, pally.
We'll get you out.
(squeaks) Not you, too.
Yeah. All the Rangers
are rearranged.
(squeaking)
This is no time
to blame yourself.
Right now, we've got to
get out of here.
Coast is clear.
Come on.
Down there!
Oof!
Do you think the problem
might be a bad connector?
Will you please back off?
Remember, I'm the genius,
you're the mouse.
Hey, I think I've just
spotted our problem.
A burnt connector
in the biomolecular
regurgitator. (chuckles)
Oh, imagine that.
If I could replace it,
we could all change
back to normal
on the next telephone trip.
Monty: Whoa!
-Look out!
-This way!
Zipper!
My beautiful bod!
I hope
the modemizer's fixed.
Not without
a new connector.
Well, let's get one.
Oh, sure.
Maybe you know of an electronics
store in the neighborhood.
We're trapped!
Let me try something.
There.
We're all set.
Huh! Upstaged
by a household pest!
Quick, Zip, put on
the helmet and
dial us out of here.
And I know just
the number to call.
505...
Dale: Tootle-oo!
(ring)
I got my body back.
And believe me,
it looks much better
on you.
(Nimnul laughs)
How I love happy endings!
Not only do I get back
my manly physique,
But now, I can exterminate
you meddlesome pests
once and for all!
What a grateful guy.
(squeaks)
Foolish fly!
You'll be
the first to go.
(squeaks) Aah!
Save yourself, Zipper!
You can't fight a human!
Here, buggy, buggy!
Nimnul: Where are you?
You've got to start
buzzing sometime.
Aha!
Oh, no!
Hello?
Hello. This is 911.
Who's there, please?
Uh-oh. (chuckles)
Wrong number.
Well, Zip, old boy,
it's sure good to have
you back on the team again.
Here, here!
Yeah, and after the way
you handled Nimnul,
You can bet that from now on,
you're gonna get a lot more
responsibility.
How'd you like to start
by helping the police
escort the prisoner?
(squeaks) Yes, sir!
You bet!
Okay, professor.
Time to visit
the nice hospital.
I'm coming. I'm coming!
Just promise you'll keep
the vermin away.
The what?
You know, those
despicable rodents and
their little fly friend.
He's the worst one of all.
You've never met
a more insidious insect.
Yeah.
Right on, buddy.
Bad bug.
We got you.