The Brave Little Toaster To The Rescue

Good morning,

good morning!

That was

"A-Billion-and-One Strings,"

playing one of

your favorite tunes.

At the top of the news

this morning...

there's monkey

business in Utah.

A band of renegade

chimpanzees...

have kidnapped Pulitzer prize-winning

poet Lester Charles.

What's the big idea?

I'm attempting to sleep!!

I doing a broadcasting.

Do you mind?

Whoa,

not in the face!

Uh, the chimps

are protesting...

I've got a mind to reset

your alarm... permanently!

Sorry, folks.

We're experiencing

technical difficulty...

but it's nothing

we can't handle!!

This just in.

Domestic violence erupts

in peaceful cottage!

We'll keep

you post...

Whew!

Can't hear your own thoughts

with all the racket.

Holy mother of Edison!

What were you thinking?

You might have

broken my bulb!

I'm thinking you think too much.

We need wake-up music.

So when it's raining

Have no regrets

Because it isn't raining

rain you know

It's raining violets

Blah!

Va-rooooom!

I'll track you to

the end of this carpet.

Come here.

I'm going to get you.

Wait till I fix

your speaker!!

Rusetti picks it up

and throws.

Cepeda tags,

he heads for second.

Wait till I get

my plugs on you!

[Radio]

The crowd goes wild.

Can you believe those

Brooklyn Dodgers!!

[Lamp]

I've got you.

I've got you now.

Ha, ha, ha.

Come here.

You dare to cross foils...

with the greatest Saxon

swordsman in the land?

[Radio]

Have you any inkling who you're dealing with?

[Lamp]

Precisely. A total idiot.

[Radio]

If your saber wags as loosely as your tongue...

you'll be run through

in an instant.

Defend yourself,

Sir Lampy of Locksley.

- A blow for Richard!

- Ouch!

- A blow for Marian!

- Ouch!

- A blow for Mario, the garbage man.

- Ouch!

And for the boys

at the delicatessen.

And here's one for

the guys on 5th Street.

No!

Whoa! Ugh!

What's going on?

Who turned out the lights?

Good morning.

Good morning,

Toaster.

- Hey, slots.

- Salutations!

Umph!

- Thanks.

- What's on our lineup today?

What are our

instructions?

What are we

gonna do today?

The same thing we've done

for the last 2,000 days.

Chores!

- Chores?

- It'll be fun.

I'm always

up for fun!

Listen, a broadcast

from Ebbets Field!

It's the top

of the ninth...

I don't understand

how chores could be fun.

Not supposed to be fun.

It's work!

I don't like to work

without the Master.

Well, okay.

If you don't want to work,

why don't we play a game?

- What sort of game?

- What are the rules?

There's only one rule.

You can't stop till

the house is clean.

- Boo!!

- Boo!!

- Boo!!

[Whispering]

Gotcha, pal.

Leave it to me.

Hang on to your hats,

you devil dogs...

because the master

bebop blaster...

is gonna give you

a soul injection.

Whop bop-a-loo-momp

a lomp-bomp-bomp

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Womp bop-a-loo-momp

a lop bomp-bomp

I got a gal

named Sue

She knows just

what to do

I got a gal

named Sue

She knows just

what to do

She rocks to the east

She rocks to the west

But she's the gal

that I love best

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Womp bop-a-loo-momp

a lomp-bomp-bomp

I got a gal

named Daisy

She almost

drives me crazy

I got a gal

named Daisy

She almost

drives me crazy

She knows how to love me

Yes, indeed

Boy, you don't know

what she do to me

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Womp bop-a-loo-bomp

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Tutti frutti

Oh Rudy

Womp bop-a-loo-momp

a lop bomp-bomp

Got a gal

named Daisy

Hey, shhh. Quiet!

It's the blanket!

A car.

- A car?

- A car!

All right,

fellows, steady.

A little to the left.

Careful.

- I'm gonna fall.

- Keep climbing.

You, get that light

out of my eyes!

All right,

a little to the left.

To the right!

There you go.

A little to the middle.

I don't know which

direction the middle is in.

- Can you see?

- Is it him?

Any news?

I'm dying down here.

Is it the Master?

It's him.

He's back!

It's the Master!

Blanky!

Master!

Blanky!

[Blanky Crying]

Was it him?

I'm just curious.

I hate being left

in the dark.

I guess we can assume

that it wasn't him.

Let's get back

to work.

Sorry for that

interruption, folks.

We return to our regularly

scheduled program...

at this time.

Whaa-haa-haa.

Cry, weep, wail and sob.

It's disgusting.

Every time!!

Every single...

Give me that stupid picture.

No, no!

- I'll put it away.

- In the garbage!

- You can't!

- Wimp!

- Let go!

- He's not coming back anyway.

He might.

Fact is, there's not enough facts.

Fight breaks out in

peaceful mountain cottage...

shocking world and bringing

Geneva talks to a halt!

- Let me have it.

- You can't.

Oh, no.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

What are you

laughing at?

Absolutely nothing,

nothing at all.

I think he was

laughing at us.

You know something?

You're a bright little lamp.

Oh, thanks.

Hey.

You guys have an attachment

for that kid, don't you?

Yes, he was

our master.

That's real nice.

Any day he might

come romping back...

just come whistling

back through that door...

and everything

will be the same...

real peachy keen.

- Uh-huh.

- It's a possibility.

Well, at least we

try to be optimistic.

Optimistic?

Somebody untie the knot

in this guy's cord.

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