The Tick (1994–1997): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Tick vs. Education - full transcript
The Tick and Arthur become teacher and teacher's aid at an Extension Class for people who want to become Superheroes. While on a field trip, they encounter Mr. Creamy, a disgruntled former employee of an ice cream company on a mis...
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Tick: Evil.
If you're gonna be a superhero,
there's your problem in a nutshell.
Evil; gathering like lint in
the navel of the body public.
Evil! Making vile and
hasty its dark works!
Like termites pushing their
wretched larvas through the
veins of that mighty oak
tree we call clean living!
And it's up to you, the
superheroes of the future,
to hang the tire swing
of nice-nice from the
highest branches and swing for justice!
Swing! Swing! Swiiing!
Now, who wants to be a superhero?
Grand!
Look at the commitment burning
in those watery eyes, Arthur!
They got the goodies!
I am The Tick!
You can put your hands down now.
Over the next four weeks
I'll be teaching you everything
you need to know to be a
defender of all that's good!
This is Arthur, my sidekick
slash teacher's assistant.
Hi.
Okay, the natural enemy of the superhero is
the supervillain!
In most cases you can trace a villain's
criminal career back to a single event.
Often a horrible freak
accident that leaves the
villain to be grotesquely
warped in body and spirit.
[children cheer]
[cheers fade]
[chuckles]
Now I know you kids don't come here
to listen to some old rich guy in a suit!
So, who do ya really wanna see?!
All: Uncle Creamy!
That's right! Uncle Creamy!
And here he is!
You know, Sprinkles, I
wasn't always Uncle Creamy.
I studied with the great minds of Paris.
Never lose your dream.
Creamy! Get your fat cone up here!
[sighs]
Marceau, to think it's all come to this.
[children cheer]
Hiya, kids! Have I got a treat for you!
A brand new flavor, straight from the labs!
Triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
[crowd cheers]
Um, Mr. Fleener, we're not ready yet!
This glob's got an
unstable molecular structure!
We've never tested it
under this high a pressure.
It's almost at critical mass!
Listen to those caterwauling brats!
If we don't come up with the
cream, there's gonna be a riot!
Okay! Here we go!
[tank rumbles]
[Uncle Creamy screams]
Tick: Okay, here are the
ABCs of superheroing.
"A" is for action!
"B" and "C" are for battle cry.
So, for today's class I want
each of you to introduce yourself,
tell me a little about your superhero-ness,
and then shout your battle cry
and take your best shot at me!
Excuse me, but won't you get hurt?
[Tick chuckles]
Not to worry, young student!
I'm nigh invulnerable. And you?
Very vulnerable, I'm afraid.
Well, my superhero
name is the Flying Squirrel.
Oh, boss! Then you can fly!
A classic superpower!
N-no, I just like squirrels.
Oh, then you must have
some fantastic origin.
A feral child raised by twitchy
rodents in the wilderness.
N-n-no. I just like squirrels.
Oh, and my life is empty.
Oh, gee. And I had you
pegged for a real firecracker.
Whoo! Whoo! It's great to be alive!
Good energy, but you want
to work on control, mister.
Exciting! I'm Mister Exciting!
Man: Well don't keep
it all bottled up, pal.
And you are?
I call myself Sarcastro,
and my secret power weapon is
the razor-sharp sting of sarcasm.
Well the first thing you'd
better learn is that we don't
aim our secret superpower
weapons at other superheroes.
Pfft. Heh. And like these
garbanzos are real superheroes.
It's okay to play with dolls!
Excuse me?
That's it. That's my battle cry.
Uh huh... unique.
Hey, didn't you used to be
with Wiederspahn and Wong?
Tax department, first cubicle.
I still am.
Arthur: Larry? Larry Hapner?
By day, yes.
But by night, Baby Boomerangutan!
Doll: Mama! Mama! Mama!
Mama! Mama! Mama!
[chuckles]
I'm Gezundtitan!
I'm allergic to almost
everything, including pine resin,
airborne pollen, and my own perspiration.
My... superpower--
[wheezes]
Come on, out with it man!
My superpower is ah- ah- achoo!
Ugh, whew!
Bless you! That's a good one.
Fleener: Come on, man, be reasonable.
Ever since your unfortunate accident,
your appearance has been a disgrace.
Um, you're frightening the children.
You can't fire me, Fleener!
I love those children, and they love me!
I'm the heart and soul of Uncle Creamy!
You're wrong! There's the
heart and soul of Uncle Creamy!
It's the cream! That's what
makes the children happy.
And that's what makes the old men rich.
You're just an overpaid clown
dressed up like an ice cream cone!
I am an ice cream cone!
Thanks to your incompetent,
irresponsible ice cream-gineer,
all my body fluid has become
triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I bleed triple ripple vanilla road monkey.
I sweat triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I cry triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I everything triple ripple
vanilla road monkey!
You're a bad man!
Uncle Creamy, destroyer of worlds!
[cackles maniacally]
Now most of your supervillains
don't want to get caught.
This means that as a superhero
you've got to go out and get 'em.
Bounding hither and yon in search
of the ever-elusive ne'er-do-well.
Exciting: Whoo! Yeah!
For today's exercise,
I've arranged a little test--
Excitement: Whoo! Test! Great!
of your patrol and apprehension procedure.
So, it--
Exciting: All right! Yeah! Whoo!
[Exciting continues exclaiming]
Okay, everybody ready?
Here we go.
[girlishly]: Help! Help!
Somebody stole my purse!
[girlishly]: Help me! Help me!
Don't look at me, look for the villain!
[Tick, girlishly]: Help, my
purse! Help! Help please!
Huh? Oh, right!
There he is!
Go! Whoo! Whoo!
All right, people, don't
forget your battle cries!
It's okay to play with dolls!
Doll: Mama! Mama! Mama!
It's great to be alive!
It's sneezing time!
Ah- ah- ahchoo!
Arthur: Get him off me. Get him off me!
[Mr. Excitement whoops]
[Arthur moans painfully]
Hey, I know that guy!
[ice cream truck jingles]
Ooh, ice cream!
[Arthur pants, moans]
Tick: Well, for once,
Mr. Exciting has the right idea.
Why don't you all take a
break and get some ice cream?
Sarcastro? Flying Squirrel?
I'd like to see just a little more
class participation from you two.
And I didn't hear those battle cries.
Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Tick.
Sorry. It was on the tip of my tongue.
I'll work on it.
Sarcastro: Aw, could
you grovel a little bit more?
[chuckles]
Think of it, Arthur; we're teachers!
Passing on the torch.
Stretching the minds of a new
generation on the rack of knowledge.
I'd like a rocket flan with
extra sprinkles, please.
I allow myself one treat a day.
Ice cream man: Okay,
one rocket, extra fuel.
Creamy: Drop that flan!
[gasps]
Uncle Creamy?!
That's right, Henderson! And
this is the last sale you'll ever make!
[driver screams]
Whoo! Whoo! Supervillain!
Stand back, students!
This is no class exercise!
Ice criminal! No one attacks an
ice cream truck on The Tick's beat!
This is none of your business!
Justice is always my business!
Spoo--
[gags]
[spits, groans]
Ice cream headache!
Hey! Whoo! He can't do that to our teacher!
Oh, man. Hang on Tick, I'm coming!
C'mon! Let's get him!
It's great to be alive!
Ah- Achoo!
Uh, it's sneezing time.
Boomerangutan: It's
okay to play with dolls!
Huh?!
Oh that's great!
You leave them alone!
They're only st--
Doll: Mama! Mama.
Sorry! Sor-- Ow!
Creamy: Henderson!
I know enough about the garbage you're
peddling to bring the company to its knees!
You go back to Fleener and tell him that!
Squirrel: I... like... squirrels!
What?!
That's m-my battle cry.
Villain, I like squirrels.
Listen, lady, I'm not a villain.
I'm vanilla.
[grunts]
And the supervillain formerly
known as the beloved Uncle Creamy
continues his warped
campaign to eradicate
the company that once employed him.
Who is this cold-hearted fiend,
who would deprive The City's
children of their favorite frozen treats?
Mr. Ezra Fleener, Chief Executive Officer
of the Uncle Creamy ice cream corporation
issued this statement to the press.
He's a mime and a liar!
A vicious psychopath bent on destroying
all the good work we've done for this city.
Remember, kids: yum's the word!
Fleener: Gentlemen. I think you all
agree that we have a crisis on our hands.
But I'm sure you'll be pleased
with the solution I'm proposing.
Ivan Brubeck.
Ex-KGB enforcer. Ex-soldier of fortune.
And our new company mascot!
Ha ha. He'll take care of
our Uncle Creamy problem.
Um, why don't we just let the police or
The City's superheroes handle him?
Uncle Creamy is the ice cream
cone who knows too much.
Now, if he blabs our
[clears throat]
trade secrets to the authorities, well,
then we'll all be spending our
golden years in a state slammer.
Don't worry, old man. Uncle
Creamy is my problem now.
And I am his.
[blade whirs]
Tick: The superhero headquarters. HQ.
The sanctum sanctorum of
the crime-fighting operation.
Oh yeah, this is really
high tech. It's been such
a long time since I saw
dials on a television!
Speak! Whoo! Come on boy! Whoo!
Mr. Exciting, you're playing with fire.
Now, Uncle Creamy is
no run-of-the-mill villain.
Uh, excuse me--
And it'll take carefully considered
tactics to bring this criminal to justice!
Listen, and learn.
So, Arthur, what are we gonna do?
Well, Tick, the Uncle Creamy
Corporation sponsors an annual picnic,
and it's being held
tomorrow at The City Park.
So, my guess is that's
where our villain will strike.
Excuse me, but, uh, I don't--
I don't think that Uncle
Creamy is a supervillain.
I mean, I talked to him!
I looked into his eyes and all I
saw was rich, creamy goodness.
Oh, come on, Flying Squirrel,
you heard the television!
He's a mime and a liar!
In my book, that says "case closed."
Arthur: Tick, if we're
going to fight evil
tomorrow, then we'd better
get some sleep tonight.
There you go! One of the
sidekick's most important jobs
is to keep the superhero
in touch with reality.
Because in this business, reality
can be pretty hard to come by!
Whoo! Yes! Whoo!
Now I know you kids didn't come here
to listen to some old rich guy in a suit.
[chuckles]
Let me just introduce,
the new, improved, Uncle Creamy!
[children cheer]
Uncle Creamy!
Ivan: Hello children. We
are having fun at this time.
My carefree antics are winning your hearts.
Y'know, Tick, something's really off here.
Maybe Flying Squirrel’s
instincts are sharper than we think.
Yes. Perhaps she is possessed
of a squirrel-y sixth sense.
Ivan: Now it is ice cream time!
Maybe we should have a little
chat with this new Uncle Creamy.
Fleener! You're gonna pay for your crimes!
Brubeck, go to work!
Creamy: I am your sweet, frozen doom.
This is pretty screwed-up right here!
Uh, class, we're gonna
have a little pop-quiz!
Whoo! I am ready! Quiz! Yes!
We're gonna have to stop both
these lunatics before any kids get hurt.
Don't you realize what Fleener is up to?!
Uncle Creamy, stop!
I told you to leave me alone!
[both exclaim]
[chuckles evilly]
This is too easy.
Doll: Mama! Mama!
Ivan: Hey!
Tick: Spoon!
[Tick screams]
Just put your name, class number, and date
in the top-left hand corner of your paper.
It's great to be alive!
[electricity crackles]
Whoo!
Whew. Now that was a little too exciting.
It's time to deploy the middle child!
Doll: Mama!
Oh yeah, sure, I'm gonna fight you. Pfft!
[sneezes noisily]
I said, get off!
[Arthur screams]
Uncle Creamy, no! You can't fight here!
Think of the children!
The children... I... Hiya, kids!
You're right.
Creamy, I don't understand,
why are you doing all this?
It's Fleener's ice cream!
It's not--
Leave him alone, you big bully!
If the rodent woman will not move away
from Uncle Creamy, she will share his fate.
I... I...
I like squirrels!
[squirrels chitter]
Oh, that's very interesting.
I like the mako shark,
a sleek, efficient eating
machine. But that's not the point.
Your time is up!
[Ivan screams]
Mister! You are suspended!
Brubeck, you're fired!
The real villain is Fleener.
Don't let him get away!
Boys?
Get him!
[ferocious chattering]
Fleener: Get 'em off me!
Ah! Get 'em off me!
Once I underwent my transformation,
I realized that what this man
has been passing off as ice cream
is, in fact, nothing more than the
run-off from his factory's coolant system!
[gasps]
Industrial effluence gussied
up with artificial sweeteners!
Yes! Yes, it's all true!
And I would've gotten away with it,
If it wasn't for those
meddling superhero students!
Well, I can't think of a
higher mark than the bitter
confession of a villain
being hauled off to jail!
Congratulations, class!
Whoo!
But what have we really learned?
Well, for one thing, not
everyone can know everything.
Some people don't know anything.
I myself don't know much.
But I do know this:
[clears throat]
that, uh, well, the thing I just said.
I also know that you've
all passed the course!
Except for Sarcastro,
who passes with highest honors!
Oh? I... I do?!
[chuckles]
Yeah, right!
Hey gang, Tammy Fig writes:
Dear Tick, why do
trees only grow upwards?
And what can we do
to help save the trees?
Why, trees grow in all
kinds of ways, Tammy.
Up is just the one
we notice most!
Their roots grow
downwards into rich earth,
and their branches grow
sideways to... to mingle!
Now, what can Tammy Fig
do to help save the trees?
Well, number one,
stop writing letters!
They're made of trees!
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Tick: Evil.
If you're gonna be a superhero,
there's your problem in a nutshell.
Evil; gathering like lint in
the navel of the body public.
Evil! Making vile and
hasty its dark works!
Like termites pushing their
wretched larvas through the
veins of that mighty oak
tree we call clean living!
And it's up to you, the
superheroes of the future,
to hang the tire swing
of nice-nice from the
highest branches and swing for justice!
Swing! Swing! Swiiing!
Now, who wants to be a superhero?
Grand!
Look at the commitment burning
in those watery eyes, Arthur!
They got the goodies!
I am The Tick!
You can put your hands down now.
Over the next four weeks
I'll be teaching you everything
you need to know to be a
defender of all that's good!
This is Arthur, my sidekick
slash teacher's assistant.
Hi.
Okay, the natural enemy of the superhero is
the supervillain!
In most cases you can trace a villain's
criminal career back to a single event.
Often a horrible freak
accident that leaves the
villain to be grotesquely
warped in body and spirit.
[children cheer]
[cheers fade]
[chuckles]
Now I know you kids don't come here
to listen to some old rich guy in a suit!
So, who do ya really wanna see?!
All: Uncle Creamy!
That's right! Uncle Creamy!
And here he is!
You know, Sprinkles, I
wasn't always Uncle Creamy.
I studied with the great minds of Paris.
Never lose your dream.
Creamy! Get your fat cone up here!
[sighs]
Marceau, to think it's all come to this.
[children cheer]
Hiya, kids! Have I got a treat for you!
A brand new flavor, straight from the labs!
Triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
[crowd cheers]
Um, Mr. Fleener, we're not ready yet!
This glob's got an
unstable molecular structure!
We've never tested it
under this high a pressure.
It's almost at critical mass!
Listen to those caterwauling brats!
If we don't come up with the
cream, there's gonna be a riot!
Okay! Here we go!
[tank rumbles]
[Uncle Creamy screams]
Tick: Okay, here are the
ABCs of superheroing.
"A" is for action!
"B" and "C" are for battle cry.
So, for today's class I want
each of you to introduce yourself,
tell me a little about your superhero-ness,
and then shout your battle cry
and take your best shot at me!
Excuse me, but won't you get hurt?
[Tick chuckles]
Not to worry, young student!
I'm nigh invulnerable. And you?
Very vulnerable, I'm afraid.
Well, my superhero
name is the Flying Squirrel.
Oh, boss! Then you can fly!
A classic superpower!
N-no, I just like squirrels.
Oh, then you must have
some fantastic origin.
A feral child raised by twitchy
rodents in the wilderness.
N-n-no. I just like squirrels.
Oh, and my life is empty.
Oh, gee. And I had you
pegged for a real firecracker.
Whoo! Whoo! It's great to be alive!
Good energy, but you want
to work on control, mister.
Exciting! I'm Mister Exciting!
Man: Well don't keep
it all bottled up, pal.
And you are?
I call myself Sarcastro,
and my secret power weapon is
the razor-sharp sting of sarcasm.
Well the first thing you'd
better learn is that we don't
aim our secret superpower
weapons at other superheroes.
Pfft. Heh. And like these
garbanzos are real superheroes.
It's okay to play with dolls!
Excuse me?
That's it. That's my battle cry.
Uh huh... unique.
Hey, didn't you used to be
with Wiederspahn and Wong?
Tax department, first cubicle.
I still am.
Arthur: Larry? Larry Hapner?
By day, yes.
But by night, Baby Boomerangutan!
Doll: Mama! Mama! Mama!
Mama! Mama! Mama!
[chuckles]
I'm Gezundtitan!
I'm allergic to almost
everything, including pine resin,
airborne pollen, and my own perspiration.
My... superpower--
[wheezes]
Come on, out with it man!
My superpower is ah- ah- achoo!
Ugh, whew!
Bless you! That's a good one.
Fleener: Come on, man, be reasonable.
Ever since your unfortunate accident,
your appearance has been a disgrace.
Um, you're frightening the children.
You can't fire me, Fleener!
I love those children, and they love me!
I'm the heart and soul of Uncle Creamy!
You're wrong! There's the
heart and soul of Uncle Creamy!
It's the cream! That's what
makes the children happy.
And that's what makes the old men rich.
You're just an overpaid clown
dressed up like an ice cream cone!
I am an ice cream cone!
Thanks to your incompetent,
irresponsible ice cream-gineer,
all my body fluid has become
triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I bleed triple ripple vanilla road monkey.
I sweat triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I cry triple ripple vanilla road monkey!
I everything triple ripple
vanilla road monkey!
You're a bad man!
Uncle Creamy, destroyer of worlds!
[cackles maniacally]
Now most of your supervillains
don't want to get caught.
This means that as a superhero
you've got to go out and get 'em.
Bounding hither and yon in search
of the ever-elusive ne'er-do-well.
Exciting: Whoo! Yeah!
For today's exercise,
I've arranged a little test--
Excitement: Whoo! Test! Great!
of your patrol and apprehension procedure.
So, it--
Exciting: All right! Yeah! Whoo!
[Exciting continues exclaiming]
Okay, everybody ready?
Here we go.
[girlishly]: Help! Help!
Somebody stole my purse!
[girlishly]: Help me! Help me!
Don't look at me, look for the villain!
[Tick, girlishly]: Help, my
purse! Help! Help please!
Huh? Oh, right!
There he is!
Go! Whoo! Whoo!
All right, people, don't
forget your battle cries!
It's okay to play with dolls!
Doll: Mama! Mama! Mama!
It's great to be alive!
It's sneezing time!
Ah- ah- ahchoo!
Arthur: Get him off me. Get him off me!
[Mr. Excitement whoops]
[Arthur moans painfully]
Hey, I know that guy!
[ice cream truck jingles]
Ooh, ice cream!
[Arthur pants, moans]
Tick: Well, for once,
Mr. Exciting has the right idea.
Why don't you all take a
break and get some ice cream?
Sarcastro? Flying Squirrel?
I'd like to see just a little more
class participation from you two.
And I didn't hear those battle cries.
Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Tick.
Sorry. It was on the tip of my tongue.
I'll work on it.
Sarcastro: Aw, could
you grovel a little bit more?
[chuckles]
Think of it, Arthur; we're teachers!
Passing on the torch.
Stretching the minds of a new
generation on the rack of knowledge.
I'd like a rocket flan with
extra sprinkles, please.
I allow myself one treat a day.
Ice cream man: Okay,
one rocket, extra fuel.
Creamy: Drop that flan!
[gasps]
Uncle Creamy?!
That's right, Henderson! And
this is the last sale you'll ever make!
[driver screams]
Whoo! Whoo! Supervillain!
Stand back, students!
This is no class exercise!
Ice criminal! No one attacks an
ice cream truck on The Tick's beat!
This is none of your business!
Justice is always my business!
Spoo--
[gags]
[spits, groans]
Ice cream headache!
Hey! Whoo! He can't do that to our teacher!
Oh, man. Hang on Tick, I'm coming!
C'mon! Let's get him!
It's great to be alive!
Ah- Achoo!
Uh, it's sneezing time.
Boomerangutan: It's
okay to play with dolls!
Huh?!
Oh that's great!
You leave them alone!
They're only st--
Doll: Mama! Mama.
Sorry! Sor-- Ow!
Creamy: Henderson!
I know enough about the garbage you're
peddling to bring the company to its knees!
You go back to Fleener and tell him that!
Squirrel: I... like... squirrels!
What?!
That's m-my battle cry.
Villain, I like squirrels.
Listen, lady, I'm not a villain.
I'm vanilla.
[grunts]
And the supervillain formerly
known as the beloved Uncle Creamy
continues his warped
campaign to eradicate
the company that once employed him.
Who is this cold-hearted fiend,
who would deprive The City's
children of their favorite frozen treats?
Mr. Ezra Fleener, Chief Executive Officer
of the Uncle Creamy ice cream corporation
issued this statement to the press.
He's a mime and a liar!
A vicious psychopath bent on destroying
all the good work we've done for this city.
Remember, kids: yum's the word!
Fleener: Gentlemen. I think you all
agree that we have a crisis on our hands.
But I'm sure you'll be pleased
with the solution I'm proposing.
Ivan Brubeck.
Ex-KGB enforcer. Ex-soldier of fortune.
And our new company mascot!
Ha ha. He'll take care of
our Uncle Creamy problem.
Um, why don't we just let the police or
The City's superheroes handle him?
Uncle Creamy is the ice cream
cone who knows too much.
Now, if he blabs our
[clears throat]
trade secrets to the authorities, well,
then we'll all be spending our
golden years in a state slammer.
Don't worry, old man. Uncle
Creamy is my problem now.
And I am his.
[blade whirs]
Tick: The superhero headquarters. HQ.
The sanctum sanctorum of
the crime-fighting operation.
Oh yeah, this is really
high tech. It's been such
a long time since I saw
dials on a television!
Speak! Whoo! Come on boy! Whoo!
Mr. Exciting, you're playing with fire.
Now, Uncle Creamy is
no run-of-the-mill villain.
Uh, excuse me--
And it'll take carefully considered
tactics to bring this criminal to justice!
Listen, and learn.
So, Arthur, what are we gonna do?
Well, Tick, the Uncle Creamy
Corporation sponsors an annual picnic,
and it's being held
tomorrow at The City Park.
So, my guess is that's
where our villain will strike.
Excuse me, but, uh, I don't--
I don't think that Uncle
Creamy is a supervillain.
I mean, I talked to him!
I looked into his eyes and all I
saw was rich, creamy goodness.
Oh, come on, Flying Squirrel,
you heard the television!
He's a mime and a liar!
In my book, that says "case closed."
Arthur: Tick, if we're
going to fight evil
tomorrow, then we'd better
get some sleep tonight.
There you go! One of the
sidekick's most important jobs
is to keep the superhero
in touch with reality.
Because in this business, reality
can be pretty hard to come by!
Whoo! Yes! Whoo!
Now I know you kids didn't come here
to listen to some old rich guy in a suit.
[chuckles]
Let me just introduce,
the new, improved, Uncle Creamy!
[children cheer]
Uncle Creamy!
Ivan: Hello children. We
are having fun at this time.
My carefree antics are winning your hearts.
Y'know, Tick, something's really off here.
Maybe Flying Squirrel’s
instincts are sharper than we think.
Yes. Perhaps she is possessed
of a squirrel-y sixth sense.
Ivan: Now it is ice cream time!
Maybe we should have a little
chat with this new Uncle Creamy.
Fleener! You're gonna pay for your crimes!
Brubeck, go to work!
Creamy: I am your sweet, frozen doom.
This is pretty screwed-up right here!
Uh, class, we're gonna
have a little pop-quiz!
Whoo! I am ready! Quiz! Yes!
We're gonna have to stop both
these lunatics before any kids get hurt.
Don't you realize what Fleener is up to?!
Uncle Creamy, stop!
I told you to leave me alone!
[both exclaim]
[chuckles evilly]
This is too easy.
Doll: Mama! Mama!
Ivan: Hey!
Tick: Spoon!
[Tick screams]
Just put your name, class number, and date
in the top-left hand corner of your paper.
It's great to be alive!
[electricity crackles]
Whoo!
Whew. Now that was a little too exciting.
It's time to deploy the middle child!
Doll: Mama!
Oh yeah, sure, I'm gonna fight you. Pfft!
[sneezes noisily]
I said, get off!
[Arthur screams]
Uncle Creamy, no! You can't fight here!
Think of the children!
The children... I... Hiya, kids!
You're right.
Creamy, I don't understand,
why are you doing all this?
It's Fleener's ice cream!
It's not--
Leave him alone, you big bully!
If the rodent woman will not move away
from Uncle Creamy, she will share his fate.
I... I...
I like squirrels!
[squirrels chitter]
Oh, that's very interesting.
I like the mako shark,
a sleek, efficient eating
machine. But that's not the point.
Your time is up!
[Ivan screams]
Mister! You are suspended!
Brubeck, you're fired!
The real villain is Fleener.
Don't let him get away!
Boys?
Get him!
[ferocious chattering]
Fleener: Get 'em off me!
Ah! Get 'em off me!
Once I underwent my transformation,
I realized that what this man
has been passing off as ice cream
is, in fact, nothing more than the
run-off from his factory's coolant system!
[gasps]
Industrial effluence gussied
up with artificial sweeteners!
Yes! Yes, it's all true!
And I would've gotten away with it,
If it wasn't for those
meddling superhero students!
Well, I can't think of a
higher mark than the bitter
confession of a villain
being hauled off to jail!
Congratulations, class!
Whoo!
But what have we really learned?
Well, for one thing, not
everyone can know everything.
Some people don't know anything.
I myself don't know much.
But I do know this:
[clears throat]
that, uh, well, the thing I just said.
I also know that you've
all passed the course!
Except for Sarcastro,
who passes with highest honors!
Oh? I... I do?!
[chuckles]
Yeah, right!
Hey gang, Tammy Fig writes:
Dear Tick, why do
trees only grow upwards?
And what can we do
to help save the trees?
Why, trees grow in all
kinds of ways, Tammy.
Up is just the one
we notice most!
Their roots grow
downwards into rich earth,
and their branches grow
sideways to... to mingle!
Now, what can Tammy Fig
do to help save the trees?
Well, number one,
stop writing letters!
They're made of trees!
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.