All language subtitles for Dinosaurs S04E07 Changing Nature.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.DSNY.EN

Today, May 14th,

as every school child knows
is the day when each year

the bunch beetles
return to Pangaea.

Yes, the annual migration of
billions of these magnificent insects

fills the sky with a
breath-taking rainbow of color.

Now, as anticipation builds for
the first glimpse of the bunch beetles

anyone with even the
smallest appreciation of beauty

is gazing skyward.

"Adjust gas flow meter
to desired output."

I'm hungry. Where's the food?

Earl, you've been fiddling
with that stupid grill for an hour.

Fran, this is no mere grill.

This is a state-of-the-art,
fuel-injected

outdoor meat preparation system.

The bunch beetles
will be here any second.

Stop this or you'll miss
the beautiful display.

You want to talk
about beautiful display?

Look at this LED readout.

We never had to wait
this long with the old grill.

There's always resistance
to the new, isn't there.

Well, I'm not afraid.

Modern technology may
be daunting to smaller minds,

but when I've mastered
this Pyromatic 5000,

we'll be eating the future.

Jeez!

Yeah, grilled to perfection.

Look, it's starting.

- Where?
- Oh, the beetles!

No, I mean the TV coverage.

Well, Katie, it's mere moments

until the bunch beetles return
in what can only be described

as a spectacular
panoply of color.

Aren't they the most
remarkable little fellas too?

Returning every year on
May 14th like clockwork.

And another interesting tidbit:

Bunch beetles eat
those pesky cider poppies

that grow so abundantly
this time of year.

The poppies are thick this year.

Looks like the beetles
are returning just in time.

- Yeah.

My director tells me the
beetles are expected to arrive

- just ten seconds from now.
- Yeah.

Katie, care to join
me in the countdown?

I would love to.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five, four, -
two, four, 12, nine,

three, two, one,
- nine, nine, nine,

zero!

Uh...

Are they really, really small?

That's strange. They've
never been late like this before.

- Oh.
- Huh.

Uh...

And so we... have
an unexpected delay.

Yeah, wow.

Well, it looks like it may be
a while. Why don't we eat.

Yeah yeah, let's eat! Let's eat!

Gee, I wonder what
happened to them.

Oh, it's just a bunch of bugs.

What possible
difference could it make?

Honey, I'm home.

Aaah!

- Ohh!
- Ow!

- Ow!
- Ooh!

Aah!

As cider poppies continue to grow
in fragrant but annoying profusion,

attention turns to the puzzling
disappearance of the bunch beetles,

who would ordinarily be scarfing
down poppies like nobody's business.

And so, throughout the nation
anyone with even the least awareness

of the world around them is asking,
"What happened to the bugs?"

What happened to my beer?

I set it right down here and...

Oh! Oh, there it is!

What do you suppose
happened to them?

I have a theory.

Maybe they were all halfway here

when they realized they left
the stove on and had to go back.

I mean, that always
makes me late.

That's idiotic.

Now, stop yapping and help
me cut these darn poppies.

Oh, yeah. OK...

Waaa!

Hmm?

Hi. What a landing. So,
where's baggage claim?

You're one of
them bunch beetles.

Yeah, 'cause we travel in
bunches. Where is everybody?

Where have you guys been?

Darnedest thing. I got
halfway here and it hits me:

I left the stove on!

- Told ya.
- Oh.

Yeah yeah. Well,
look it here now.

So start munching. These
poppies are growing like crazy.

Hey, I'm not here to eat. I'm on my
way to cruise chicks at the big swamp.

What about all the poppies? You
guys are supposed to go crazy for these.

Look, I've got one thing on my
mind right now and it ain't salad.

So sha-boing! Hello beautiful!

Hey hey, that's my daughter.

I'm just sayin'.

So, the swamp is
your mating ground?

Yeah, baby. I've
gotta get there pronto.

Us bunch beetles have
a very short lifespan.

I've gotta get to the swamp,
meet a female and mate.

'Cause in two weeks I'm dead.

Boy, talk about
your biological clock.

Yeah, but it's OK,
'cause my legacy lives on.

Billions of bunch beetles, swarming
all over the place, eating cider poppies.

Oh, so it's the baby
beetles that eat the poppies.

Oh. And they'll be
here any minute?

If I get out of here
and do my thing.

Well, then, why are we wasting
valuable TV time? Come, Roy.

And you doubted my stove theory.

Come on.

OK, cutie, I'm gone.

If you want me, I'm in the book.

No, wait, uh, Mr. uh...

- Stan.
- Oh.

Stan. Do you even know
where the swamp is?

You kiddin'? Bunch beetles have
done this for thousands of years.

We have finely-tuned
radar thingies.

So, what, it's through
there, past the ottoman?

Uh.. you're lost, aren't you?

I think something's
jamming my thingies.

Hey, I'll tell you what, Stan. How
about if I take you there myself?

Ya dig me, don't ya? Naah!

Heh...! Oh... Oh.

What is it? You afraid
I'm too short for you?

Look, Stan,

you're an insect, I'm a
reptile, it's not gonna happen.

So you're saying if I convert...

Look, we came here
to find the swamp.

And it's just
beyond this thicket.

Yeah, bring on the honeys.

And stop kidding
around, will ya?

But... where's the...

Where's the... the s...?

You call this a swamp?

It was right here, but they
paved over your mating ground

and put up a wax fruit factory!

Well, I gotta say
this is disappointing.

How am I supposed to
meet babes without a swamp?

There are no babes to meet.

Where are all the beetles?

Step aside, sister. Oh, it's
another one of those bugs.

- I thought we'd
killed them all.
- Stop!

This is a bunch beetle.

Hey, there's not a
bunch anymore. Ha ha ha.

- You killed them all?
- Had to.

Ah, this day just
keeps getting worse.

Hey, this is a band-new,
state-of-the-art factory.

Can't have bugs flying around.

They get sucked up in
the intake vents. Messy.

But bunch beetles are a
critical part of the ecosystem.

- Huh?
- We need them.

Hey, girlie, if we need
anything we need this factory.

After all, wax fruit
does not grow on trees.

Huh?

Earl, what are we gonna
do about all these poppies?

They're growing faster
than I can pull them off.

That's because you're relying on
outmoded hand-based techniques.

Yeah, relax and let
technology create a way.

- There you go.
- Wow.

Howard Handupme.

Chaos reigns
throughout the city today

as the poppy plague
continues to snarl traffic

and interfere with
daily commerce.

Get away from me!

This just in.

A Pangaean teenager claims
to have solved the mystery

of the missing bunch beetles.

She's standing by right now.

So let's talk live with
Miss Charlene Sinclair.

Hi.

- My gosh! That's Charlene!
- How exciting!

Did she have to
wear those earrings?

Miss Sinclair, can you tell us
exactly what you discovered?

Sure. Stan.

- How ya doing? Am I on TV?
- Yes.

What is your relationship
with Miss Sinclair?

Uh...

Well, that's a very
personal question.

- We're just good friends.
- She wants me.

- Stan is a bunch beetle.
- Mm-hmm.

In fact, he's the
last bunch beetle

because all the others were wiped
out by the Wesayso Corporation.

Uh, yes, Mr. Getty, I'm
watching it right now.

So what you're saying is that
Wesayso is ultimately responsible

for the current
cider poppy crisis?

Yes, their callous pursuit of profit
has resulted in the utter destruction

of an entire ecosystem.

Of which I am a part.

Oh, yes, sir, I agree. It is a
public relations nightmare.

We destroyed their mating ground
and annihilated an entire species.

All gone.

- And for what?
- What?

Wax fruit.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Wax fruit's important.

The ability to manufacture wax fruit
is what separates us from the animals.

She is talking about things
she does not understand.

She is... She is...

in the kitchen! Out of my way!

What we have here is
progress for progress' sake.

Hold on! Hold on! Hey, wait
wait! I wanna say something here!

- Da... Daddy?
- Huh?

They're interviewing me.

Yeah? Well, it's time for a
responsible, opposing viewpoint.

- What?
- You're full of it!

Progress is good.

It's progress that put
electricity in the toothbrush.

Progress put potato
chips in a tennis ball can.

- That's true.
- Sure, some sacrifices
had to be made.

A forest here, a
few species there.

But in the end, wouldn't you trade
all that for great advancements like...

like, uh... oh,

like microwave toast?

Yeah! Yeah, you want
to talk about progress?

This takes all the guesswork
out of making toast.

Hey, wait a second,
sir. I'm getting an idea.

Now, what if I could
find a concerned citizen

who believes in what we
do with all his little heart?

And who would voluntarily take this
nasty cider poppy problem off our hands?

Oh, yes sir, I agree. It would
be a rare public-minded citizen

who would be
that gullible, but...

And I say keep your spotted owl.

Give me a fax machine
I can take to the beach.

But I know where I can find one.

As the cider poppy crisis
enters its second week,

it now appears a
solution is at hand.

An independent task force of
concerned citizens has come forward

with a plan to spray the
entire super continent

with a powerful
chemical defoliant.

At a press conference
held earlier today,

task force director Earl
Sinclair responded to reporters.

Mr. Sinclair, isn't the word "defoliant"
just another name for poison?!

Uh... poison is
such a harsh word.

We on the task force prefer to
think of it as botanical bye-bye juice.

Just where does this
"bye-bye juice" come from?

Uh, it was graciously
made available to us

by a concerned industrialist who
stands behind us 1,000 percent.

And who would that be?

- Aw, that would be...
- Uh... he prefers
to remain anonymous.

You're gonna coat the
entire continent with poison?

Isn't there some
safer alternative?

Like what?

Well, like trim back the
vines as much as we can.

Live with a little discomfort,

and hope that nature
eventually restores the balance.

That's inconvenient
and time-consuming.

My plan is exciting and
flashy and high-tech.

Yeah, but have you tested
this stuff to be sure it's OK?

Oh, please.

Mr. Richfield assures us that, used
wisely, under controlled circumstances,

this defoliant is as
safe as mothers' milk.

It's on your head.
I'm out of here.

Don't go near that door!

- What?
- They're spraying tonight.

No one leaves this house.

Oh.

Huh?

Hey, here come the choppers now!

Hey, listen, they're
spraying now.

Whoa!

Look! Pudding!

Oh, goodness. Maybe I
should've taken in the laundry.

Well, too late now. Hey,
I'm gonna call headquarters.

See how this thing's working.

Come on.

Well, Dad was right.
It is killing the plants.

And stripping the paint
off the patio furniture.

Good morning. Last night's
massive aerial spraying

has succeeded in destroying
all the cider poppies.

Unfortunately, it has also killed all
other forms of plant life on the planet.

Well, there goes breakfast.

And so it seems the task force's
solution to the cider poppy problem

has caused an environmental
calamity of catastrophic proportions.

Somebody's in trouble.

Good morning, everyone.
Isn't it a beautiful day?

Earl, have you looked outside?

That spray of yours
killed every plant on Earth!

Oh, pish posh, Frannie. In
an operation of this magnitude

there's bound to be some
unforeseen casualties.

But let's not give
in to wild hyperbole.

Uh... Well...

Maybe we went a little
overboard with the poison.

A little? Your stupid
spray killed all plant life.

Hey, what are you complaining
about? You never liked salads anyway.

You destroyed the global food
chain. No plants means no food at all.

Nonsense, there's a wide
variety of commercial snack foods

that have virtually
no natural ingredients.

Earl, we can't live on Ho Hos!

I can!

Hey, let's not get panicky.

Our task force tactical advisor

will know exactly how
to bring back the plants.

How the heck should I know?

I'm a captain of
industry, not a gardener!

Gosh, sir, we really
ought to do something.

Folks get a little antsy when they
suspect they may never eat again.

Oh, OK. Give me a minute.
Uh... All right, all right.

- We're talking about
plants, right?
- Yeah.

Well, what makes plants grow?

- Um...
- Dirt?

Uh... Talking to
them in loving tones?

Rain! We've gotta make it
rain. That's all there is to it!

But how? Hmm.

I know! Tell everyone to
go out and wash their cars.

That always makes it rain.

Hey, we could have
everyone take a bath.

Uh... no, wait. That
makes the phone ring.

Oh, shut up! I've
already got a plan!

If we want it to rain,
then we need clouds.

And how do we make clouds?

Uh...

Oh, volcanoes, you idiots!

They spew off big puffy
clouds whenever they erupt.

So all we gotta do is set off
a whole bunch of volcanoes.

- Ah.
- But how, sir?

We'll drop bombs in 'em.

I don't know, sir. It sounds like
we'd be declaring war on nature.

- Exactly!
- But sir,

our last great fix solution
sort of backfired on us.

Maybe we should think twice before
unleashing the unholy fires of hell.

Mmm, extreme problems
call for extreme solutions.

This is no time for you to lose
your faith in the power of technology.

Right, Mr. Task Force Chairman?

Yes, sir.

Bombs away.

Look at those big, black clouds!

If that doesn't mean rain,
I don't know what does.

Ooh, hey, Frannie, could you turn up
the heat in here? It's getting a bit nippy.

Frannie?

What's wrong with you guys?
This is cause for celebration.

You might wanna hold off
on the victory dance, fat boy.

- Earl, you better
have a look at this.
- What?

Unfortunately, once again,

the task force's latest tactic
has gone tragically awry,

as thick black clouds of sulphurous
gas and soot now shroud the entire planet,

blotting the sun from the sky
and causing global temperatures

to drop precipitously.

So maybe we'll get
snow instead of rain.

What's the diff?

When the sun comes
out and melts all the snow

we'll have plenty of water.

And then all those plants
will come up like gangbusters.

Considering the thickness
of the cloud cover,

scientists predict it may be
tens of thousands of years

before the sun shines
over Pangaea again.

Uh...

Would anybody like
a... refreshing beverage?

What are you whining
about now, Sinclair?

Sir, I think we may have gone

just an eensie bit
too far this time.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

This sudden cold
snap is a godsend.

Dinosaurs are flocking to
stores buying Wesayso heaters,

Wesayso blankets,

and Wesayso
old-fashioned hot cocoa mix.

We're gonna have the
best third quarter in history.

Uh... sir, I think this could be
the last third quarter in history.

Oh, don't turn into one of those
environmental doomsayers, Sinclair.

"Boo hoo!" "It's raining acid!"

"There's a hole in the
ozone!" "You're hurting Flipper!"

Bah! Bunch of
tree-hugging pantywaists!

They're always standing
in the way of progress

and it's our job to
pave right over 'em!

I think you're
missing the point, sir.

The world may be
coming to an end!

Well, that's a fourth
quarter problem.

We'll drop a bomb on that
bridge when we come to it.

Right now, my biggest
problem is trying to figure out

what to do with all this money!

Could I have
everybody's attention?

There's something I have to say.

First of all,

Stan, I have to
apologize to you.

Yeah, sure, whatever.

I realize that building
that wax fruit factory

on your mating ground was wrong.

Oh, sure, wax
fruit's important, but...

but so are bunch beetles.

Gee, that's big of you Earl.

But I'm still
feeling kind of blue.

Maybe if there was someone
holding me to her comforting bosom...

Hi.

Ooh! I'll take it.

And I guess I owe the
rest of you an apology too.

You know, for bringing
on the end of the world

and civilization and everything.

I always knew you'd
screw things up.

I just didn't know how bad.

Mother, he said he was sorry.

And I know I put too much
faith in progress and technology,

and had too little
respect for nature.

But it's so easy to take nature for
granted because it's always there.

And technology is so
bright and shiny and new.

We understand, sweetheart.

Understand what?

Uh...

Well, little guy, what
happened was...

Daddy was put in
charge of the world

and he didn't take
real good care of it.

And now, it looks like there
won't be much of a world left

for you or your brother
and sister to live in?

Are we gonna move?

Well, no.

There's no place to move to.

This is the only world we got.

But what's gonna happen to us?

Well, I don't exactly know.

But whatever it is,
nobody's gonna leave you.

That's right, little guy.
We'll all stay together.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, and hey,
I'm sure it'll all work out OK.

After all, dinosaurs have been
on this Earth for 150 million years.

And it's not like
we're going to just...

disappear.

And taking a look at
the long-range forecast,

continued snow,
darkness and extreme cold.

This is Howard Handupme.

Good night.

Goodbye.