The Mask (1995–1997): Season 3, Episode 5 - To Have and Have Snot - full transcript
[yelling]
♪ I got ya with
my winning smile ♪
♪ I'm a living lesson
in flair and style ♪
♪ You just can't help but
stare at my savoir-faire ♪
♪ I'm Nouveau, Deco,
Roman-Greco ♪
♪ Rococo, Barroco ♪
♪ Be-bop, hip-hop, flip-flop ♪
Somebody stop me!
♪ Pretty viridian
faces like mine ♪
Don't come a dime a dozen,
I stand out of the crowd!
♪ Babe, when they made me
Yeah, they broke the mold! ♪
Wholesome and kind,
staid and refined.
Totally out of my mind!
♪ Arch-villains
and ne'er-do-wells ♪
♪ Had better learn to
decorate prison cells ♪
Green goes with anything
if they ask, see?
♪ Well, there's one last thing
I gotta sing about ♪
Open up wide and really shout!
Whoa, look out!
♪ This is the Mask! ♪♪
Smokin'!
[ringing]
[barking]
Oh, would you look at that,
I am so late.
- [ringing]
- I'm never going to make it.
I'll let the machine get that.
[whimpers]
Next time.
Thank you, Milo.
[whimpers]
[sighs] Hello.
Peggy! My favorite
cub reporter.
Well, well, well. How are
things in the tabloid world?
Any recent bat boy sightings?
Stanley, I think I have
a job for the Mask.
Yeah, well,
I'm sorry, Peggy,
but Stanley's running
a little late for his job now,
so the Mask can't come out
and play, all right?
Where are you anyway?
Shouldn't you be home
in bed nursing your cold?
Stanley, Pretorius
is about to cure my cold.
Permanently.
Cold.
Pretorius!
Peggy, there are safer places
to snoop for a story
than Edge City's resident
mad scientist laboratory.
- Stanley!
- Peggy! Oh, no.
- What do I do?
- [grunting]
- [hangs up]
- Thank you, Milo.
Smokin'.
[coughing]
The Mask is on his way
to foil your evil plan.
By the way, what is your
evil plan and speak slowly.
[sniffing]
- No!
- How fortuitous.
A naughty reporter
with a fresh cold.
[sneezing]
- Got a tissue?
- Even better.
Oh!
Help me, Mask!
There is no time to lose.
Peggy is in danger.
[sniffing]
Mmm, hey.
That a fresh pot?
Fill her up with 10-40,
chocolate sprinkles,
extra foam, the works.
Got blueberry muffins
coming hot out of the oven
in five minutes.
Um... OK, I'll wait.
Exquisite.
Just the ingredient I need
for my most diabolical
scheme yet.
You need phlegm?
[sniffing]
Thank you for your...
contribution.
[screaming]
Hey, no cut-offs
in the pool!
You know what I always say,
nothing like a good Jacuzzi.
Leaves your skin
feeling all tingly and...
[screaming]
I'm indecent!
So let's rumble!
Since you enjoyed the spa,
you must try the mud bath.
[screams]
Mask!
There's your exclusive,
Ms. Brandt.
The Mask gets terminated.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I must get to work
on what no doubt will be
tomorrow's top story.
Mental note: Refill sealing
canister with fresh lava.
Mask? Can you hear me?
Mud baths.
Great for the pores,
really bad for the threads.
Mask, you're alive!
[laughing]
I could kiss you.
Pleasure's all mine, sugar.
[sneezing]
Eww! Gross.
Sorry. It's just a cold.
Shouldn't bother
an indestructible
crime-fighting dynamo like you.
Should it?
[blowing]
Sorry about yesterday, Stanley.
I didn't mean
to give you my cold.
[sneezing]
You never mean to
cause me trouble, Peggy.
It's a gift you have.
[whimpers, sneezes]
Oh, you see? Milo's
caught your cold from me.
Well, no matter. I didn't
get a Mask story yesterday.
But today is another day.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, Peggy.
- [growling]
Don't go there.
Don't even think about
getting me to put
the Mask on again.
No way.
Let's please keep the prison
tour group together, people.
[coughing]
Pretorius is planning
to take over Edge City
and I'm stuck doing a puff piece
on prison decoration.
Huh?
Gotta make it happen, yeah!
Oops.
Warden! I dropped my purse.
[ringing]
[snuffling] Hello.
Peggy, not again!
I got a whole new problem.
[sniffing] What?
Oh, no rest for the wounded.
[sneezing]
[coughing]
[panting]
By the ghost of Oilcan Harry,
I think I need a tune-up.
All right, Tiny.
Drop the lass, or I'll
shiver your timbers.
[coughing]
[wheezing]
Argh! Who replaced
my cannonball
with a hairball?
[grumbling]
Hmm, funny bit,
but I didn't plan that.
[sneezing]
Do I hear a gesundheit?
Foul ball!
Say, what gives?
Is the kid's head cold
mussing up my style?
Better check the PC.
Boot up.
[beeping]
[squeaking]
Um, I'll take medical history
for 1,000, Alex.
[clears throat]
"The Mask is
the picture of health
and is absolutely
indestructible."
Yup, that's me.
"Except when exposed to
the common cold virus.
In the event wearer wears Mask
while infected with a cold,
the Mask and
the aforementioned wearer
will meet with their demise."
Hmm, "demean",
"demotorize"...
Ah, "demise."
[gasping]
That means...
...I'm history.
The Mask and its wearer
will meet with their demise?
[laughing]
Oh, that's rich.
Oh, that's a gasser.
Catch my death of cold.
How absurd.
Uh, Mask, Walter's
going thatta way.
Sorry, no time.
I gotta write my will.
And send out
funeral invitations.
And get a cake
for the Grim Reaper.
[laughing]
What are you talking about?
Look, I'm supposed to
go through seven symptoms
before I leave this world.
First, I sneeze my head off.
And next, get this,
loss of bladder control.
[laughing]
Ooh. Pardon.
[toilet flushing]
[screaming]
Oh, it's true!
My days are numbered.
The next symptom
is a head cold!
Only if the wearer
actually wears the Mask.
Time to nurse yourself
back to health, Stan boy.
Yep. Head cold.
Stanley, could you please
explain what's going on?
It's simple, Peggy.
I can't wear the Mask
until I recover
from my cold.
My life depends on it.
I will now add
proto-nuclear fluid
to Miss Brandt's cold germs,
creating a genetic mutation
as indestructible
as the common cold.
And every bit as contagious.
[growling]
[all screaming]
[sneezing]
[roaring]
[screaming]
[sneezing]
[all coughing, sneezing]
[sneezing]
[growling]
[siren wailing]
[all screaming]
[Peggy]
Another bat boy sighting.
[coughing]
Boring.
[TV]: We interrupt
this program
to take you to a live,
on the scene report...
[sneezing]
Citizens of Edge City,
my super cold virus
ensures that you will remain in
a permanent state of infection.
Any attempt
to fight the virus
in your weakened
and miserable states,
would be foolhardy.
- Witness.
- [sirens wailing]
[all coughing]
[sneezing]
Hold it right there,
sly bucket.
[sneezing]
Oh! I'm so sorry,
Lieutenant.
Doyle. Cover your mouth.
[sneezing]
As you can see,
you may now bow to me
as your ruler.
So... so...
[sneezing]
...that was his plan.
He's turned my nose goblins
into a lethal weapon!
I don't believe it.
I could have had
the exclusive.
I could have made the jump
into real news!
I was so close.
[glass shattering]
[growling]
Soap, talk show, infomercial,
psychic hotline.
Oh, come on,
where's the cartoons?
Well, that's downtown.
[reporter] That's right, we're
reporting live from downtown
where we're all powerless
against this rampaging monster.
- [panting]
- Huh?
No. No, it is not
my responsibility.
[whimpering]
They can call in
the military.
Even the National Guard
cannot help us.
- [growling]
- Milo, I can't risk my life.
I can't.
[barking]
- [growling]
- [Stanley] Oh, no.
Peggy!
[stammering]
All right,
this is it Stanley.
Time to put up or shut up.
Peggy's in trouble.
[sniffing]
I gotta chance it.
- [barking]
- [thundering]
Time to kick the snot
out of Pretorius!
But first...
Let me rest.
I don't feel so well.
[sneezing]
[Peggy screaming]
Oh, no!
[sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
I didn't realize my creation
would turn out to be
such a mama's boy.
You helped make him what
he is today, you know.
[sneezing]
You're a very sick man,
Pretorius.
No.
It is you who are sick.
My germ-free micro-environment
keeps me the picture
of health.
[inhaling]
[laughing]
[Mask approaching]
Sneezin'.
[sneezing]
I can't have you abusing
the president of my fan club.
Let go of the girl,
Pretorius.
Mask. I thought my hot lava
surprise finished you.
Pshaw!
It barely singed
my nose hairs.
[coughing]
Hmm.
As I was saying...
[coughing]
Mask?
What's happening to you?
That would be symptom
number four, Peggy.
Hacking cough.
Kind of literal with
the hacking part, huh?
Curiouser and curiouser.
[roaring]
Say, that snot's
got attitude.
You might say,
a snotty attitude.
[rim shot]
Prepare for slice and dice.
[yelling]
[coughing]
No, Mask, it's
no ordinary blob.
It's a cold germ blob.
Stay away. You know how
cold germs could kill you.
[chuckles]
Very ironic,
that the indestructible Mask
could so fully surrender
to a mere common cold.
Hey, loose lips!
Are you a reporter
or a gossip columnist?
Oops. Sorry.
Equally ironic is how
your reporter friend
should help create the thing
that is about to destroy you.
Now just a nose-pickin' minute.
Peg, did this big
booger pudding
start at the back end
of your nasal cavity?
Well, how was I
supposed to know
that my phlegm
was dangerous?
Now you know
it ain't polite
to go a'pokin' around
up a lady's nose.
[sniffing]
So I'm gonna have to
whup you good, Lyle.
Oh, no.
Symptom number five.
Fever. Dance fever.
[groaning]
Let's finish this.
[monster growling]
Fight a cold
with cold remedies.
I got your minimum daily
requirement right here, soldier.
Keepin' lard on
that griddle, man.
It's time to feed that cold.
Now wait just a minute
right here.
Is that starve a cold,
feed a fever?
Uh, yes, we have
a splashdown.
Nothing stops a cold
dead better
than Mama's
chicken soup recipe.
[clucking]
Not bad.
Needs a little salt.
[grunts]
Now then.
That oughta fix his wagon.
Don't be so sure.
Didn't even slow it down.
That must be
a really bad cold.
And speaking of bad colds...
...symptom number six.
[muttering]
I'm getting stuffed up.
See? Stuffed up.
I'm not gonna get
stuffed up anything.
Don't turn your back on me.
You only have
one symptom left.
I'm thinking maybe you
should remove the Mask.
It won't come off.
Too weak.
Here.
[straining]
Oh, come on!
[Peggy gasping]
Isn't there a cure
or something?
[tsking]
For the common cold?
You know, I never
thought to check.
[beeping]
Hey! It says
there is a cure.
[stammering]
What's the cure?
Don't know.
Computer's broke.
[groans]
But the printer ain't.
It says a Mask cold
can only be cured...
Ooh. By ingesting
a Bavarian wood mite.
Bavarian wood mite?
Peggy, I need your help.
Will you help me
find the remedy?
Of course, anything.
But where am I gonna find
a Bavarian wood mite?
No. Uh-uh.
No, no, no, no!
No!
This time the payback
is good for your soul.
If I'm going down, I'm taking
a piece of you with me.
Come on, you
snot-slinging pantywaist!
I think I've got
a cold sore.
[grunting]
Oh, no.
I can feel it coming on.
Symptom number seven!
The last symptom.
Post-nasal...
...drip.
[coughing]
Oh, the end is near.
Oh, how I wish I could live
to see one more green sunrise.
Just one more walk
to see the mayor.
Give Lieutenant Kellaway
just one more atomic wedgie.
[hacking]
But I'm done for.
It's curtains.
The end of the road.
The big sleep!
The long goodbye.
[Milo panting]
[groaning]
Cough syrup, ibuprofen,
menthol inhaler.
Thank you, Milo.
Good boy.
But your master's beyond
that kind of help now.
[whimpering]
Dead, or symptom
number eight?
Over-acting.
[stammering]
I've got the wood mite.
Mask? Mask!
Too late.
Symptom seven came and went.
Looks like you have that front
page story you always wanted.
And an obituary too.
[wheezing]
Somebody stopped...
...me.
Mask!
[sobbing]
Psych!
Confidentially,
those bugs would have gone down
easier with a little mustard.
But they did the trick!
You!
You cheated death. Again!
Not only that...
...got my flex back.
- No!
- [glass shattering]
Be clean jelly,
poindexter girlie man.
No!
[groaning]
[wheezing]
[sneezing]
Mental note:
stop by pharmacy,
purchase antihistamines.
Hey, plenty more Bavarian
wood mites to go around.
[growling]
Pooga!
The hills are alive!
[Mask] With the sound of mucus.
♪ I got ya with
my winning smile ♪
♪ I'm a living lesson
in flair and style ♪
♪ You just can't help but
stare at my savoir-faire ♪
♪ I'm Nouveau, Deco,
Roman-Greco ♪
♪ Rococo, Barroco ♪
♪ Be-bop, hip-hop, flip-flop ♪
Somebody stop me!
♪ Pretty viridian
faces like mine ♪
Don't come a dime a dozen,
I stand out of the crowd!
♪ Babe, when they made me
Yeah, they broke the mold! ♪
Wholesome and kind,
staid and refined.
Totally out of my mind!
♪ Arch-villains
and ne'er-do-wells ♪
♪ Had better learn to
decorate prison cells ♪
Green goes with anything
if they ask, see?
♪ Well, there's one last thing
I gotta sing about ♪
Open up wide and really shout!
Whoa, look out!
♪ This is the Mask! ♪♪
Smokin'!
[ringing]
[barking]
Oh, would you look at that,
I am so late.
- [ringing]
- I'm never going to make it.
I'll let the machine get that.
[whimpers]
Next time.
Thank you, Milo.
[whimpers]
[sighs] Hello.
Peggy! My favorite
cub reporter.
Well, well, well. How are
things in the tabloid world?
Any recent bat boy sightings?
Stanley, I think I have
a job for the Mask.
Yeah, well,
I'm sorry, Peggy,
but Stanley's running
a little late for his job now,
so the Mask can't come out
and play, all right?
Where are you anyway?
Shouldn't you be home
in bed nursing your cold?
Stanley, Pretorius
is about to cure my cold.
Permanently.
Cold.
Pretorius!
Peggy, there are safer places
to snoop for a story
than Edge City's resident
mad scientist laboratory.
- Stanley!
- Peggy! Oh, no.
- What do I do?
- [grunting]
- [hangs up]
- Thank you, Milo.
Smokin'.
[coughing]
The Mask is on his way
to foil your evil plan.
By the way, what is your
evil plan and speak slowly.
[sniffing]
- No!
- How fortuitous.
A naughty reporter
with a fresh cold.
[sneezing]
- Got a tissue?
- Even better.
Oh!
Help me, Mask!
There is no time to lose.
Peggy is in danger.
[sniffing]
Mmm, hey.
That a fresh pot?
Fill her up with 10-40,
chocolate sprinkles,
extra foam, the works.
Got blueberry muffins
coming hot out of the oven
in five minutes.
Um... OK, I'll wait.
Exquisite.
Just the ingredient I need
for my most diabolical
scheme yet.
You need phlegm?
[sniffing]
Thank you for your...
contribution.
[screaming]
Hey, no cut-offs
in the pool!
You know what I always say,
nothing like a good Jacuzzi.
Leaves your skin
feeling all tingly and...
[screaming]
I'm indecent!
So let's rumble!
Since you enjoyed the spa,
you must try the mud bath.
[screams]
Mask!
There's your exclusive,
Ms. Brandt.
The Mask gets terminated.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I must get to work
on what no doubt will be
tomorrow's top story.
Mental note: Refill sealing
canister with fresh lava.
Mask? Can you hear me?
Mud baths.
Great for the pores,
really bad for the threads.
Mask, you're alive!
[laughing]
I could kiss you.
Pleasure's all mine, sugar.
[sneezing]
Eww! Gross.
Sorry. It's just a cold.
Shouldn't bother
an indestructible
crime-fighting dynamo like you.
Should it?
[blowing]
Sorry about yesterday, Stanley.
I didn't mean
to give you my cold.
[sneezing]
You never mean to
cause me trouble, Peggy.
It's a gift you have.
[whimpers, sneezes]
Oh, you see? Milo's
caught your cold from me.
Well, no matter. I didn't
get a Mask story yesterday.
But today is another day.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, Peggy.
- [growling]
Don't go there.
Don't even think about
getting me to put
the Mask on again.
No way.
Let's please keep the prison
tour group together, people.
[coughing]
Pretorius is planning
to take over Edge City
and I'm stuck doing a puff piece
on prison decoration.
Huh?
Gotta make it happen, yeah!
Oops.
Warden! I dropped my purse.
[ringing]
[snuffling] Hello.
Peggy, not again!
I got a whole new problem.
[sniffing] What?
Oh, no rest for the wounded.
[sneezing]
[coughing]
[panting]
By the ghost of Oilcan Harry,
I think I need a tune-up.
All right, Tiny.
Drop the lass, or I'll
shiver your timbers.
[coughing]
[wheezing]
Argh! Who replaced
my cannonball
with a hairball?
[grumbling]
Hmm, funny bit,
but I didn't plan that.
[sneezing]
Do I hear a gesundheit?
Foul ball!
Say, what gives?
Is the kid's head cold
mussing up my style?
Better check the PC.
Boot up.
[beeping]
[squeaking]
Um, I'll take medical history
for 1,000, Alex.
[clears throat]
"The Mask is
the picture of health
and is absolutely
indestructible."
Yup, that's me.
"Except when exposed to
the common cold virus.
In the event wearer wears Mask
while infected with a cold,
the Mask and
the aforementioned wearer
will meet with their demise."
Hmm, "demean",
"demotorize"...
Ah, "demise."
[gasping]
That means...
...I'm history.
The Mask and its wearer
will meet with their demise?
[laughing]
Oh, that's rich.
Oh, that's a gasser.
Catch my death of cold.
How absurd.
Uh, Mask, Walter's
going thatta way.
Sorry, no time.
I gotta write my will.
And send out
funeral invitations.
And get a cake
for the Grim Reaper.
[laughing]
What are you talking about?
Look, I'm supposed to
go through seven symptoms
before I leave this world.
First, I sneeze my head off.
And next, get this,
loss of bladder control.
[laughing]
Ooh. Pardon.
[toilet flushing]
[screaming]
Oh, it's true!
My days are numbered.
The next symptom
is a head cold!
Only if the wearer
actually wears the Mask.
Time to nurse yourself
back to health, Stan boy.
Yep. Head cold.
Stanley, could you please
explain what's going on?
It's simple, Peggy.
I can't wear the Mask
until I recover
from my cold.
My life depends on it.
I will now add
proto-nuclear fluid
to Miss Brandt's cold germs,
creating a genetic mutation
as indestructible
as the common cold.
And every bit as contagious.
[growling]
[all screaming]
[sneezing]
[roaring]
[screaming]
[sneezing]
[all coughing, sneezing]
[sneezing]
[growling]
[siren wailing]
[all screaming]
[Peggy]
Another bat boy sighting.
[coughing]
Boring.
[TV]: We interrupt
this program
to take you to a live,
on the scene report...
[sneezing]
Citizens of Edge City,
my super cold virus
ensures that you will remain in
a permanent state of infection.
Any attempt
to fight the virus
in your weakened
and miserable states,
would be foolhardy.
- Witness.
- [sirens wailing]
[all coughing]
[sneezing]
Hold it right there,
sly bucket.
[sneezing]
Oh! I'm so sorry,
Lieutenant.
Doyle. Cover your mouth.
[sneezing]
As you can see,
you may now bow to me
as your ruler.
So... so...
[sneezing]
...that was his plan.
He's turned my nose goblins
into a lethal weapon!
I don't believe it.
I could have had
the exclusive.
I could have made the jump
into real news!
I was so close.
[glass shattering]
[growling]
Soap, talk show, infomercial,
psychic hotline.
Oh, come on,
where's the cartoons?
Well, that's downtown.
[reporter] That's right, we're
reporting live from downtown
where we're all powerless
against this rampaging monster.
- [panting]
- Huh?
No. No, it is not
my responsibility.
[whimpering]
They can call in
the military.
Even the National Guard
cannot help us.
- [growling]
- Milo, I can't risk my life.
I can't.
[barking]
- [growling]
- [Stanley] Oh, no.
Peggy!
[stammering]
All right,
this is it Stanley.
Time to put up or shut up.
Peggy's in trouble.
[sniffing]
I gotta chance it.
- [barking]
- [thundering]
Time to kick the snot
out of Pretorius!
But first...
Let me rest.
I don't feel so well.
[sneezing]
[Peggy screaming]
Oh, no!
[sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
I didn't realize my creation
would turn out to be
such a mama's boy.
You helped make him what
he is today, you know.
[sneezing]
You're a very sick man,
Pretorius.
No.
It is you who are sick.
My germ-free micro-environment
keeps me the picture
of health.
[inhaling]
[laughing]
[Mask approaching]
Sneezin'.
[sneezing]
I can't have you abusing
the president of my fan club.
Let go of the girl,
Pretorius.
Mask. I thought my hot lava
surprise finished you.
Pshaw!
It barely singed
my nose hairs.
[coughing]
Hmm.
As I was saying...
[coughing]
Mask?
What's happening to you?
That would be symptom
number four, Peggy.
Hacking cough.
Kind of literal with
the hacking part, huh?
Curiouser and curiouser.
[roaring]
Say, that snot's
got attitude.
You might say,
a snotty attitude.
[rim shot]
Prepare for slice and dice.
[yelling]
[coughing]
No, Mask, it's
no ordinary blob.
It's a cold germ blob.
Stay away. You know how
cold germs could kill you.
[chuckles]
Very ironic,
that the indestructible Mask
could so fully surrender
to a mere common cold.
Hey, loose lips!
Are you a reporter
or a gossip columnist?
Oops. Sorry.
Equally ironic is how
your reporter friend
should help create the thing
that is about to destroy you.
Now just a nose-pickin' minute.
Peg, did this big
booger pudding
start at the back end
of your nasal cavity?
Well, how was I
supposed to know
that my phlegm
was dangerous?
Now you know
it ain't polite
to go a'pokin' around
up a lady's nose.
[sniffing]
So I'm gonna have to
whup you good, Lyle.
Oh, no.
Symptom number five.
Fever. Dance fever.
[groaning]
Let's finish this.
[monster growling]
Fight a cold
with cold remedies.
I got your minimum daily
requirement right here, soldier.
Keepin' lard on
that griddle, man.
It's time to feed that cold.
Now wait just a minute
right here.
Is that starve a cold,
feed a fever?
Uh, yes, we have
a splashdown.
Nothing stops a cold
dead better
than Mama's
chicken soup recipe.
[clucking]
Not bad.
Needs a little salt.
[grunts]
Now then.
That oughta fix his wagon.
Don't be so sure.
Didn't even slow it down.
That must be
a really bad cold.
And speaking of bad colds...
...symptom number six.
[muttering]
I'm getting stuffed up.
See? Stuffed up.
I'm not gonna get
stuffed up anything.
Don't turn your back on me.
You only have
one symptom left.
I'm thinking maybe you
should remove the Mask.
It won't come off.
Too weak.
Here.
[straining]
Oh, come on!
[Peggy gasping]
Isn't there a cure
or something?
[tsking]
For the common cold?
You know, I never
thought to check.
[beeping]
Hey! It says
there is a cure.
[stammering]
What's the cure?
Don't know.
Computer's broke.
[groans]
But the printer ain't.
It says a Mask cold
can only be cured...
Ooh. By ingesting
a Bavarian wood mite.
Bavarian wood mite?
Peggy, I need your help.
Will you help me
find the remedy?
Of course, anything.
But where am I gonna find
a Bavarian wood mite?
No. Uh-uh.
No, no, no, no!
No!
This time the payback
is good for your soul.
If I'm going down, I'm taking
a piece of you with me.
Come on, you
snot-slinging pantywaist!
I think I've got
a cold sore.
[grunting]
Oh, no.
I can feel it coming on.
Symptom number seven!
The last symptom.
Post-nasal...
...drip.
[coughing]
Oh, the end is near.
Oh, how I wish I could live
to see one more green sunrise.
Just one more walk
to see the mayor.
Give Lieutenant Kellaway
just one more atomic wedgie.
[hacking]
But I'm done for.
It's curtains.
The end of the road.
The big sleep!
The long goodbye.
[Milo panting]
[groaning]
Cough syrup, ibuprofen,
menthol inhaler.
Thank you, Milo.
Good boy.
But your master's beyond
that kind of help now.
[whimpering]
Dead, or symptom
number eight?
Over-acting.
[stammering]
I've got the wood mite.
Mask? Mask!
Too late.
Symptom seven came and went.
Looks like you have that front
page story you always wanted.
And an obituary too.
[wheezing]
Somebody stopped...
...me.
Mask!
[sobbing]
Psych!
Confidentially,
those bugs would have gone down
easier with a little mustard.
But they did the trick!
You!
You cheated death. Again!
Not only that...
...got my flex back.
- No!
- [glass shattering]
Be clean jelly,
poindexter girlie man.
No!
[groaning]
[wheezing]
[sneezing]
Mental note:
stop by pharmacy,
purchase antihistamines.
Hey, plenty more Bavarian
wood mites to go around.
[growling]
Pooga!
The hills are alive!
[Mask] With the sound of mucus.